#bad frans

[the-writing-mobster]

May I request sk being thrown by final frisk like when someone comes up form behind and the attackee just grabs them and throws them? I want him yeeted hard :3 idk the name of the move sorry

I took great pleasure in drawing this, just so you know~

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[the-writing-mobster]

Can I request Frisk dragging Sans by a dog collar and leash on his back much to his anger?

Abso-fuckin'-Lutey! (unfotunately, he'd probably love this, siigh) TAKE HIM TO THA POUND, FRISKY!

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[the-writing-mobster]

SK!Sans forcing Frisk into a fake marriage ceremony just to mess with her like the jerk he is?

BEHOLD! —

| T M D G | Final! Frisk x SK! Sans Request — Fake Wedding | The bride, her bridesmaids and all her rotting flowers | 💙 🔪 💔 |

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He would SO do this. He fucking would, just to rub salt in the wound. And what better fake, salt-in-the-wound, spit-in-the-face "wedding ceremony" than a VEGAS "WEDDING" AMIRITE LADIES!? WHOOOOOOOO (sobbing violently in the corner)

[the-writing-mobster]

| FRANSWEEK Day 6 — FREEDOM | T M D G | 💙 🔪 💔 |

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@fransweek

“Finally Free... F r o m y o u”

| Day 1 & 2 — 🌜 | Day 3 — 🫀 | Day 5 — 💔 | Day 6 — 🔪 | Day 7 — 💖 |

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| TMDG Chapter 22 is Out | READ IT HERE! | 💙 🔪 ❤️ |

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Chapter Excerpt -

SWAT moved fast. Coordinated. The boots were on the ground. The house was surrounded. Two teams, front and back. Windows shattered, and tear gas was deployed. Asgore’s gun was drawn. His hand was shaking. He wondered if his boys could say the same, or if they were stiff with pride. Fool’s courage. 

What awaited them inside? What horrors? He couldn’t seem to catch his breath. He kept seeing Chara. Chara strung up and decayed in the reaper’s bedroom, waiting for dear-old dad to finally return home to her. His old imagination was running rampant. Scaring him worse than his waking life already did. 

Would he put up a fight? How many men would die to the reaper’s callous wrath? Had they come prepared? Could they ever be prepared to face a demon like him? 

Was Asgore? 

Was he prepared?

When the doors gave way beneath their breaching ram, it opened up into a chasm of darkness. 

“POLICE.” 

Somewhere deep in the house, a heavy thud so faint Asgore wondered if he’d hallucinated it. The men filed in like rapid water. “Fall in, fall in, fall in!” Laser light danced along the barren walls. Flashlights. They moved down halls, a united front. 

“COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD.” 

— 💙 🔪 ❤️ 🔪💙 🔪 ❤️🔪💙 🔪 ❤️🔪💙 🔪 ❤️🔪💙 🔪 ❤️🔪💙 —

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[the-writing-mobster]

New TMDG chapter coming out soon... 💙 🔪 ❤️

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In the mean time... Any questions, comments, theories or... Requests?

I'm here to serve (kekeke)

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| FRANSWEEK Day 4 — Lazy | The Most Dangerous Game | Serial Killer AU | 💙 🔪 💔

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@fransweek

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

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| T M D G | “Yeah I killed him, and he died like a bitch.” | 💙 🔪 💔 | SK! Sans | 💙

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