#fran’s concepts

[franabz]

★ A fresh start Band141!AU

(part 4)

The days following your note of leave were completely silent, though you couldn't help but say you weren't surprised. You couldn't deny the twisting pain in your gut every time you stumbled across more posts about your former band and their newest member, your replacement. It always hurt to see how they were seemingly doing much better with "Sadie" than they were ever doing with you. They never once really gave you a second glance, simply seeing you as an extra burden to carry due to your stage fright, and always put that against you during gigs. It was about time for a fresh start.

"Is Y/N gonna freeze up again?" Followed by stupidly sickening snickers of agreement. You hated it.

Constantly overshadowed by your former bandmates, you were sick of it. Sick of being overcasted as just another voice, another unheard opinion, another burden.

After weeks of thoughtful consideration, you finally snatched up that 141 business card that had been collecting dust on your bedside table and walked over to your desk, plopping down in your chair with a heavy sigh and letting your eyes roam over the wording one last time, before finally biting the bullet and giving it a call, your hand subtly shaking in anxiety as your fingers dialed the number on the card.

You listened to the tone dial for a few moments, knee bouncing slightly in anticipation, feeling like every moment passing was hours.

"Price! Ye phone is ringin!'" Soap shouted from across the couch in Price's flat with Gaz. Price looked up from over the kitchen counter where he was currently nursing a cigar over an ash tray. As for Ghost, he was out doing god knows what. He was never the verbal guy. "Who is it?" John grunted, weary eyes flickering up to meet Soap's gaze with a small sigh. Soap glanced over at the phone once again. Gaz as well looked up curiously from his spot in the kitchen, downing a bottle of water while leaning against the counter. "Some unknown number." He replied, rolling to lay on his belly, and resting his chin in his palm. Price sighed again, setting his cigar down onto the ashtray on the counter and exhaling the smoke through his nose, before crossing the room to his phone and picking it up off the coffee table and bringing it to his ear. "Hello?" He placed a hand on his hip, glancing out the window as he listened to a familiar voice croak through the phone, immediately recognizing it as the young bird he met at the bar during the band night.

"Hey... Is this, uh... John Price?" You spoke sheepishly, twirling a strand of hair around your finger to try and take your mind off of the crippling fear of rejection despite barely even speaking to the guy properly. "It's me, Y/N... From the band night?" You added, gulping quietly.

Price leaned against the armrest of the couch beside him and glanced from Soap on the couch to Gaz in the kitchen, before nodding slightly and clearing his throat. "Yes ma'am, that'd be right." He replied respectfully. "I'm interested in your offer as a secondary vocalist and i'm wondering when would be a good time to... come in?" Your voice spoke through the phone once again, and by now Soap is already practically half way off the couch to put his ear against the other end of Price's phone, trying to pitch what was going on. As soon as he got a catch of who was on the other line, he couldn't help but let his smile grow wider. "Simon's gonnae be surprised..." He snickered, earning a small shove from Price as a warning.

"F'course. How does next Saturday sound?" Price hummed gruffly, pleased that he managed to get a call back after being convinced you would have forgotten or not given the offer much mind. Soap's smile widened as he heard faintly what was being said from the other end, mouthing "We got 'er!" to Gaz, earning a small smile from him as well. "Yeah... Next Saturday is fine. Thank you!" You replied, the relief in your voice slightly noticeable. You were just relieved you weren't outright turned down, and that eased your anxiety a bit.

"Perfect. I'll see ya then." Price grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling up slightly. You two exchanged goodbyes, Price texted you the address... And that was it.

You listened to the line go flat, letting go of a breath you didn't even realize you were holding until now. That was it... right? You set your phone down against your desk with a small thud and simply sat in your own emotions for a few seconds. Today was Thursday... meaning two days to prepare. Had to make good first impression, of course, and make sure you looked presentable— but there wasn't a mental checklist without worries as well. What if i voice crack? What if my hands get clammy and I drop the mic? What if they don't like me?—

No. Get out of your head. You mentally scolded yourself as you finally pushed yourself off your desk, deciding to do what you did best and simply sit on it. It was always easier to make decisions on a clear head, as you always reminded yourself.

The days following the interview were grueling. Countless hours of preparation that frankly didn't even need to get done got done. Nothing could go wrong. The confirmation text the day of the interview threw an even deeper pit into your gut, fumbling your phone as you read the text, grabbing your car keys and purse before reaching for the front door to your apartment, and typing out a quick and short reply.

Thankfully the place wasn't too far from where you lived, which meant you didn't have to worry as much about sweating bullets through your perfectly ironed button-up during the drive even though lets face it: you'd probably still manage it either way in the state of balled up nerves you were in.

Don't worry... It's a fresh start.

[tainebot01]

The time has come for me to share my concepts for future Kay and Stacey.

[ultimatepad]

Villa Noon, Reserva de Sotogrande, Sotogrande, Andalusia, Spain,

Courtesy: Fran Silvestre Arquitectos,

Parkland Course Designed by Cabell Robinson

[valleyfae]

thinking about rimming with kitty girl and daddy bucky 🤍☁️🎀😵‍💫…

I love this pairing so much 🙈🤭

Mewling and cuddling against Daddy's brawny thigh as you sit at his feet. He loves having you below him as he reads, works, drinks his coffee. And he adores how desperate and clingy you get when you are needy and squirming at the foot of the couch.

Bucky knows how much you need to have something in your mouth to suckle on or lick at, and having you at his feet makes things a lot easier for the both of you.

He simultaneously humiliates and praises you as you lap at his rim, nuzzling up at his balls and painting your chin with your own spit. He smirks down at you, rasping straight-up filth!!! "Such a dirty little kitten Daddy has, huh?" and "Precious kitty's gone all dumb for Daddy."

He is a menace... 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[reksigh]

i beat the game yaaay

[boringmarinn]

@fransweek Day 7 - Valentines!!

Finally, in the middle of this week's rush (i was busy with my work 😅) i managed to finish this years Frans Week! It didn't turn out the way I imagined it, but i did it!

It makes me really happy to see all these talented artists here, and I really appreciate it, it was so much fun!

See you next year with more!

[rainbowsans]

I see you don't like f/rans (which is great because frisk is FUCKING KID PEOPLE) so I take you're not a big fan of flowerfell either huh

you're correct on the first part, as for the second...

the og flowerfell au wasnt even a f/ans au to begin with (i thought it was at first glance bc that's literally all i saw of the au, until i read about what happened with the fans literally harassing the op who made the au to make it into f/ans, which they didn't want to and caused them to abandon the au. that deadass sucks ngl)

but tbh the ORIGINAL au literally has nothing interesting going on other than me thinking its funny seeing flowerfell sans have a breakdown if he even sees buttercups HAHAHAHFBHDSJBDSHJ

[zizzlefizzle1]

Mafiafell Asgore and crimson bc I love the au’s concept

[fizzzyz]

Some more Arsentropolis stuff (my horror game concept)

Yes this is a saint Denis reference…

It’s basically the Grand Bishop after he gets possessed and beheaded at some point in the game. His hands grow into jaws with eyes, and his entire body gets corrupted. Hoffman is long gone and his body is now controlled by a blood thirsty demon.

Here’s another one of these… with a spytower as our special guest. They’re pretty much the ”guards” of Arsentropolis and ”maintain” order and peace.

And this silly little bebey :D

Her name’s Sister Matilda and she’s one of the nun nannies at the orphanage run by the church party. (She and Hilda are sisters).

[ssttrangrs]

Jonathan Fran

[bellamby]

"Life and Death made a bet, and she was the result. The question is: who won?"

And that is ALL the context you're getting until the game comes out (maybe)

[proosh]

Regarding the tags on that chastity cage post... Are we really not beyond the whole 'France is a rapist xDD' trope in 2024?

anon I'm sorry but you're reading too much into that post. my thought process went as follows:

fran in a chastity cage as punishment is funny and hot -> fran getting euthanised -> i Hauve covid

[ammatori]

Studies of Miss Fran Fine 💄 #thenanny

[kakusu-shipping]

My mini contribution to @echoes-lighthouse's Evil Slasher Orphanage! My wife Anna and I are here to help, and brought a few more kids of our own.

I really thought I was a horror fan until I sat down to draw this and came up blank. I guess I'm not a slasher guy, because a LOT more Monsters and Beasts came to mind, so it took a while to form a list. Though I did include Sam who is certainly a Creeture but.. They're human enough.

[frannykings]

Tree - Concept art

[breitzbachbea]

Antonio is lucky honestly in that AU Michele got the life he wanted, because I am becoming more and more convinced that if there had been no alternatives, ten years down the line our Count would have gotten stabbed.