#wdyw sans

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“Mistletoe”

🎄December Prompt - @frans-monthly 🎄

So this was my backup plan for the Secret Fransta exchange in case the video didn’t fall tho in time. However, I still didn’t want this piece to go to waste so I changed it to fit for this month’s Frans prompt! Hope ya like it 💜

WDYW belongs to @the-writing-mobster

Gosh darn, do I LOVE this version of “Baby It’s Cold Outside” by Idina Menzel ft Michael Bublé 💞😭💖

[the-writing-mobster]

Underfell sans in your style is very hot. I wanna hug him

eeeee, thank you so much!!! I think so too~

[shorukarts]

Happy anniversary wdyw !!

What do you want belongs to the amazing writer and artist @the-writing-mobster

Hope you like it Mob✨❤️✨

Sorry for being late the app crashed 🥲

[marihem]

The Big Four as that one Gorillaz album cover

A WDYW fanart for the anniversary! ❤ Happy 4 years to this amazing fanfiction! ✨️ A physical book of this would be hella epic and I'd happily show it off on my bookshelf haha

What Do You Want? by @the-writing-mobster

Seriously, please check this fic out if you haven't and are looking for a giant book to lose yourself into a story for weeks

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Lill sketch of sans the skeleton- inspierd by the A03 fanfic of #WDYW by @the-writing-mobster :)

Hope you like my 1st post :)

[the-writing-mobster]

Hey now those (your big brown eyes) are some dangerous weapons you got there be careful where you aim those things

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Huzzah @the-writing-mobster! I’m your secret santa for the @secretsantafrans. Hope you enjoy it! Happy Holidays! '''⌐(ಠ۾ಠ)¬'''

This is their Sans and Frisk from their fic “What do you want?”

[the-writing-mobster]

| FRANSWEEK Day 1 ~ blush | Baby Face AU | 💖 🤘🏻 |

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@fransweek

| Day 1 💖 | Day 2 ♠️ | Day 3 🫀 | Day 4 🔪 | Day 5 🫶🏻 | Day 6 💎 | Day 7 ���� |

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After Easter, I had got confirmation that Sans has a thing for a role plays😏

For @the-writing-mobster

[the-writing-mobster]

All of this is SO CUTE, I could not stop SMILING!!

Who Stole Christmas?

Rating: M Pairing: UF!Sans/UF!Frisk Word Count: 1,295

Heyo @the-writing-mobster I was your secret santa for @secretsantafrans 2022! I hope you enjoy the piece I wrote, did my best to try making it flirty~ Merry Christmas! For easier reading I crossposted it to A03 here.

The holidays were a nightmare.

Every year there was always a rush in the stores to buy food and drink before supplies could run out, every year there were people and monsters alike getting injured in the quest to find the best gifts, and every year did Frisk end up on her hands and knees bent over backwards trying to clean and arrange the house for the inevitable gathering at her and Sans' house.

Decorations put up to show the Christmas—er Gyftmas—spirit, extra furniture added to the living room to accommodate larger monsters when guests finally arrived, the bar neatly tidied and made spotless for hosting, just…a lot to do and things to accomplish.

Sometimes, Frisk felt as if they were still underground when she'd had to play maid to her now husband and his brother.

It wasn't a good feeling, really.

With a sigh she tossed the rag she held into the bucket beside her and sat back on her heels, ignoring the scent of bleach left in the wake of her wrist as she passed it over her forehead to wipe the sweat away.

The sound of the front door opening made her smile. Ah, speaking of her dear husband.

"babe?"

"By the dining room!"

Sans came around the corner sporting his signature grin, dressed head to toe in thick winter wear as he carried a paper bag in one arm. His grin hitched higher in the corner as his crimson eyelights sparkled mischievously.

"got a surprise for ya."

Frisk cocked a brow. "Oh?"

She watched him move towards the living room and pulled off her gloves as she followed, tucking them into the front pocket of her apron. Sans was hunched over their record player fiddling with it. Why he'd insisted on owning one of those instead of a radio always confused her, but Frisk had yet to complain with his knack for finding good records; his taste in albums was surprisingly sophisticated.

That is she thought it was, until he slipped his latest find from the back of the bag and put it on.

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch

Frisk's eyes widened. "Oh no, you didn't. Seriously Sans? This old crummy thing?"

He turned on his heel with a shit eating grin and strode towards her, slipped an arm around her waist and took her hand as if about to waltz.

"whatza matta? no gyftmas spirit?"

"Secchione." She muttered as she rolled her eyes affectionately. To her delight he started to sing along, his deep alto smoothing out the higher tenor of the record singer.

You really are a heel

Sans spun Frisk out and swiftly pulled her back in until she came to a stop with her back pressed flush to his chest, her outer leg popping upward in a pose to match the lyrics.

He chuckled at the gesture, and broke into an amused growl as Frisk teasingly rubbed her heel against his femur. The chill she'd felt soaking his clothes quickly transformed into an interested heat that Frisk knew too well was caused by his magic stirring up.

Ever the tease she spun in place, placed both her hands on his chest, and leaned close enough the warmth of her breath fogged the gold of his fang as she sung the next set of lyrics, making sure she reached out and poked at his arm in emphasis as she danced her fingers up to his shoulder.

You're as cuddly as a cactus

And as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch

"hey! have you know skeletons are the best cuddlers."

"Careful, your charm is showing through~" Frisk teased. Smirking, Sans slid his hands down her waist and toyed with the hem of her skirt. How she managed to clean and dress to impress at the same time would never fail to impress him.

His grin sharpened as he bellowed the next line—

You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel

And flipped her skirt.

She screeched out of habit as she quickly caught it. Sans was bent over laughing as she glared at him.

Just face the music, you're a monster, Mr. Grinch, yes, you are

With a huff she grabbed his coat collar and hissed the word monster. Sans playfully shook his skull and she nodded in contradiction, singing the words 'yes, you are' very high pitched and mocking.

"yeah? your monster though."

Her face flushed red, but she ignored the smug look that settled on his face as she yanked on his shirt and pulled it apart, sending buttons flying and a flush of his own to his skull.

Your heart's an empty hole

She stuck her hand through his ribs.

"hey!"

Your brain is full of spiders

You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch

Frisk spun out of his reach as he lunged for her, managing to spin around him like the graceful dancer she once was to drag her nails down the dome of his head. Gleefully she watched his shiver and wrapped her arms around his waist to press a hand over his sternum as the melody echoed her bell like lit.

Sans hummed and rested a hand over her own, before yanking her from behind him and forward to land in the armrest in front of them.

I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole

He sang, turning away from her with a wink and a hand over his chest with the other raised like a witness in court.

Frisk wanted to laugh. Sans not touching her huh? Funny how the truth was the complete opposite of that. He couldn't go twenty-four hours without giving her a kiss or a passing graze of her arm, the smitten skeleton.

She blew the lock of hair out of her face and straightened in the chair to sit in it properly, legs crossed and chin on thumb with a finger framing her cheek.

You know if you ask the Who's Who of Whoville

No one's denying

You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch

Sans raised a brow at the word 'vile' and shoved his hands in his pockets.

Frisk crossed her arms as she continued.

You have termites in your smile

You have all the tender sweetness

Of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch

Sans' sockets widened as she shot to her feet and crossed the distance between them in one fluid leap. She placed her hands on his shoulders and he couldn't help snorting at the Innocent flutter of her lashes.

Given the choice between you

I'd take the seasick crocodile

She practically screamed.

"oh really!?" He lunged at her again and once more she dodged, spinning away to run behind the chair where they both went back and forth debating on what direction to run before Frisk decided to go left towards the doorway.

The album was still going but Sans and Frisk were too busy running through the house now to care.

"why are ya runnin' sweetheat? just want to talk to ya a sec!"

Frisk giggled. "No way, I can tell when someone is hungry, Mr. Crocodile."

Sans growled because she wasn't wrong. The second he got his hands on her he was going to enjoy an early Gyftmas dinner, heh. The banter was her undoing, as she realized he'd corralled her up the stairs towards their bedroom.

Frisk spun in the doorway and held her hands up in breathless surrender. "You win! Please Sans, I still have cleaning to do!"

He took one look at her flushed cheeks and happy smile and smirked.

"cleaning can wait."

Sans lifted her into his arms and kicked the bedroom door open, and kicked it back closed behind them, cutting off her laughter and his snickering.

[the-writing-mobster]

| Commission for @rainbowmoonmaiden86 | 🖤 |

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[sevensmuzik]

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[the-writing-mobster]

| FRANSWEEK Day 5 — Fancy | WDYW-YWIW Underfell Frans AU — The Judge and his Witch | ❤️‍🔥⚜️

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@fransweek

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[the-writing-mobster]

Because I constantly get hate for WDYW Chapter 49,

(I get it, it's polarizing) allow me to like,,, explain why I went with the plot point? I don't really owe anyone an explanation, and literally fuck any of my haters, they're ants, but I think my readers/people who actually like my writing would like to know the lore behind my choices.

So, context, in chapter 49, Frisk is drugged into obedience by Muffet and Muffet, being the money hungry cunt that she is, sells Frisk's body on the black market. It's a really uncomfortable concept, and when it happened it caused a lot of readers to drop the fic or rant at me in the comments, talk shit about my fic in private forums behind my back, or even imply a bunch of horrible things about me as a person lmao.

So why did I decide to go with this plot?

Well, for one, it all stems from two books: The Hunger Games, Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins and the Empress by S.J Kincaid.

In both of these books, there is a pivotal character who is drugged, manipulated and used for political gain by a dastardly authority figure. In The Empress, this plot point was ESPECIALLY devastating, because it completely changed and corrupted the character into a horrific shell of their old self to where they were actively antagonistic and irredeemable!

This plot device has intrigued and fascinated me ever since. Drugging a protagonist to make them wholly dependent on their abuser/villain, manipulating them, having them at rock bottom is, in my opinion, one of the worst things that can happen to a character... And seeing how the character can overcome it is the greatest triumph!

Ever since reading these books, this plot device has buzzed in the back of my mind and there is a part of me that always tries to recreate it, but I can never come close to perfecting it.

Either I always miss on the addiction part of the manipulation, or I can never commit truly to character corruption. Either way, the closest I've ever gotten to scratching this itch has been in WDYW part 3, but even then, I barely came close to getting it right.

My second reason for choosing the route; In WDYW, Frisk's whole arc is about having control over her own agency/autonomy/fate. What happens to her in Part 3 is the culmination of everything she's ran away from, fought against, and her greatest nightmare come to life. It was the lowest point I could bring her character, and make her face her past demons in a horrifically evil way. But my plan had obviously been that despite all of the torture she survives, that she not only survives but fucking WINS!

That was the whole point, but when I wrote it I was like,,, 17/18 😅, so there was definitely things I wasn't as graceful about.

With that said, would I change anything? Yes. If I could change anything I wrote about part 3, I would do a couple things:

1. Take out that obedience spell Muffet puts on Frisk. The reason I made that was because it was like a catch all spell to keep Frisk in Muffets clutches? But it was pretty OP and seemed like a hand wavey excuse to brush aside plot holes. I should've just simplified the spell to where she was simply tethered to Muffet's soul so Sans couldn't kill Muffet, or teleport Frisk away.

2. Frisk's "obedience" to Muffet should've been entirely addiction based, which would make the plot point of Frisk using determination to burn out her addiction in Part 4, and then eventually Determination becomes the addiction instead, (because overcoming addiction is really fucking hard actually and a constant struggle) a lot stronger.

3. I would probably be much more careful with my word choice in chapter 49. Some of it comes off as sexualization. Not my intention, but it was because I was writing in the creepy photographer's pov and he was objectifying her. In my head I was like, "surely people can read between the lines right???" (They can't. Only a select few fanfic readers have media literacy apparently)

So, TLDR, No chapter 49 was not some author's barely disguised fetish (that's honestly a really gross way to think about my writing and about me as a person) it was my genuine worst nightmare as a woman, and one of my favorite plot devices from two of my favorite books 😭 Please lay off me about chapter 49, and Part 3.

Last but not least... Some art is meant to disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed.

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[the-writing-mobster]

My favorite thing to hear:

I'm not normally a Frans shipper, but then I read your fics.

You're welcome.