#def gonna explore her fur stuff some more

[sirazaroff]

So I finally started watching the show frfr and it’s been a hella good time. All my fav characters are the ones who suffer <3

I’m not that far yet to really explore more stuff, but… I do have opinions on the potential of faunas. I want a full kitty damn it, not just the ears. I’ve seen her dad. The potential. Not even a tail? Cowards.

(I kid I kid…a bit)

[malecftw]

Europe with Shawn (new version)

So this lil one got deleted for some reason so here is the new version. I actually thought it was gonna be horrible but I don’t really mind it that much. The key points of the original story are def still there, just written differently. Enjoy! (A/N is the original one)

A/N: Y’all can thank the ‘there’s nothing holding me back’ music video for this holy hot damn creativity struck me like lightning (ok that didn’t make sense ignore this and enjoy!)

Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Warnings: none, just fluffffff

Word count: 1.505

Masterlist.

Requests are open!

Shawn adjusted his position in the wooden chair as the interviewer asked him another question. Sitting under the bright professional lights, in front of the big camera, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to you.

Ever since you’d joined him in the UK for the first show of the European tour, you’d become inseparable. Shawn came back to earth when the room fell silent, awaiting his answer to the blonde interviewer’s question.

‘I’m sorry what was that?’ He said apologetically. The interviewer looked at him, acting like she could see right through him but in reality, she had no clue. She posed the question again, carefully articulating to make her English seem perfect but Shawn could still easily pick up on the foreign accent.

This time, he actually answered her question in full detail, trying to be as specific and complete as he could and she seemed happy with what she got out of him. As she asked him another question, the phone in his back pocket buzzed and he smirked, knowing exactly what it meant without even having to look at it.

When you’d joined him on tour, you’d made it a thing to venture out into every new city, finding different, new, cool places to eat while he worked. It was perfect since Shawn got to do what he loved while you got to go on a new adventure basically every other day. Preferably, you’d eat somewhere that had specific cuisine of said country, which wasn’t always the safest option.

Shawn silently thanked his manager in his head for only booking one interview today, bubbling with excitement to spend more time with you, wondering what kind of place you’d chosen today.

After the interview, he made sure to thank and say goodbye to everyone in the room. His parents raised him to be respectful and polite and while he was aching to get out of there, he also couldn’t not stick to his morals.

As he walked out of the building, he immediately opened up the notification that had your name on it. You’d just shared your location with him. No message, no nothing and he knew how much you loved making him curious for these kinds of things, so he followed the blue arrow on the map on his phone. As he dodged several variously colored Vespa’s and groups of tourists with sun hats on, he thought back to the memories you’d made over the past couple of months.

Your silk dress was giving you a godly shine in the summer sun as you sipped on a glass of wine at a French restaurant. Within viewing distance of the Eiffel Tower, you’d chosen the perfect spot for a little lunch date. However, both of you had quickly realized that snails were not your forte and while you tried it, it didn’t take you long to abandon the snails and go hunting for some macaroons.

Or that time you did an Escape Room after having had a typical German Bratwurst. That’s wasn’t really planned out or you would’ve dressed appropriately for the occasion since it had so much physical stuff that was not suited for your high heels and short skirt. Shawn didn’t mind though, when your skirt riled up, showing off your skin but he always respectfully stood in front of you, hiding you from plain sight as you fixed yourself. Eventually, you really got into it and being the gentleman that he is, he decided to carry your red pumps as you had the time of your lives solving puzzles and running against time itself.

As you were walking out of the Escape Room, you entered the main lobby of the building and the guy at the entrance looked at Shawn funnily as he noticed the red pumps. Of course, Shawn turned a lighter shade of red and you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Or that time at the cat café in Amsterdam. That was freaking adorable for all of 5 minutes until you found out you were very allergic to their fur. You powered through it and left with a new found love for any pets that didn’t have fur.

Of course, you were waiting for someone to recognize him but as of yet, you’d chosen lowkey places. You knew it was only a matter of time before someone was going to snap a picture of the both of you and post it to the internet. But it was okay. You both knew it was bound to happen and rather than being secretive and cooped up inside all day, you wanted to enjoy this. Enjoy Europe with each other, two kids in love having the time of their lives. You’d had the talk and come to the conclusion that your relationship was strong enough to take the blow.

Shawn took in his surroundings, stood in front of a small alleyway that seemingly went nowhere, your location told him differently. The chills were running up his arms as he was suddenly walking into the shadow of the old town of Rome. Leaving the fancy designer shops behind him, all of a sudden he was surrounded by old houses, each giving off their own vibe and charm. He lifted his sunglasses and set them on the top of his head, not needing them anymore since no sunlight could reach between these high houses on either side of the small alley.

All of a sudden, he spotted you in the window of the tiniest restaurant. The facade being covered in sunflowers which oddly enough matched the peach color of the outside walls. He stood still, observing you for a second. You long hair cascaded down your back and moved along with you as you laughed at something the waiter said. Two wine glasses were put in front of you and you couldn’t help but twirl yours around in your hand, debating on whether or not to have a little taste before you arrived. You looked pure, carefree, happy. Away from the constant stress of your job, away from the boring drag of a normal life. He realized he wouldn’t be able to take you everywhere, but you’d be easier to convince to come with him on the road, simply because you lived for traveling and exploring.

You looked up from the wineglass and noticed Shawn staring at you through the window. Your smile faded slightly before coming back times ten. He broke eye contact first and decided to enter the little restaurant you’d chosen out for the two of you. The waiter greeted him and Shawn slightly bowed his head as an awkward sign of acknowledgment and respect.

You giggled at his awkward stance but quickly looked down when his intense gaze bore deep into your soul. You stood up to greet him and he took you into his arms, taking you by surprise when he deepened the peck on your lips for a second. His chocolate brown eyes stared at your lips once more before realizing you should kinda limit the PDA. Not that you hated showing each other off in public, you just didn’t want to be sickening to others.

You both sat down and tasted the red wine you’d picked out, both of you approving before starting to talk about both of your days. Both of you happily making some small talk while you waited for your food, which arrived shortly after.

You groaned as you took in the smell of your lasagne, while Shawn’s mouth watered at the sight of his Pasta Carbonara. He knew he could trust you with food choices (apart from that snail thing yeah that was gross) so he usually just let you order since he was always famished after doing press or rehearsals. You’d really outdone yourself this time and you were proud of the choices you’d made.

You ate in silence, but when dessert rolled along, you started talking about the next few days. Shawn had made sure he had a couple days off here in Rome since he knew it was your favorite city and you really wanted to see the sights. Just another one of the countless thoughtful things he did for you day in day out. 

He played with your fingers while you excitedly talked about what you wanted to do with the time off and he couldn’t help but smile. Here you were, all excited, so excited, to spend time with him and only him. You didn’t care about the money or the fortune, you just cared about him, his love and making memories with him.

Your excitement was infectious and he smirked as he thought about it. Visiting the Colosseum, the Sistine Chapel, the Pantheon, the Trevi Fountain,...

He couldn’t wait to see you check each and every one off of your bucket list, your little face no doubt filled with constant excitement.

He couldn’t wait for making memories with his best friend and the love of his life, for the rest of his life.

[askcherryberry]

Step aside for Tilted “TilT” Blood.

You walk into a Dark room all you see is a table with a old looking scroll on it.  In the dark beside you you hear a sound, and a fairly tall skeleton walks just enough into the light for you to see his half covered face.  He bows to you very slowly never removing his eye off of you. “Evening, Ladies and Gents... Oh, your shaking.  I wonder why that is.  ...  You say you’ve heard of me and my Exploits?”   Turns from you dramatically and opens his arms out wide.   “Well do you hear that my lord?  My reputation follows me wherever I go.”   Turns his head and looks you with his good eye.   “You think I’m crazy don’t you?”   Quickly he turns back to you and points his sword under your chin, the point just touching you.   “What rude thinking you have to assume I’m not talking to my lord.  He is in every shadow.  I don’t take his orders, but I do do his bidding.”   He sheaths his sword and places a figure in its place caressing you softly. “Don’t you do that same?  You talk to the Creator, or do you talk the Destroyer?  No, I bet you speak to the Reaper, or maybe that goddess named Life?”   He steps back letting his body make fluid movements that make you uneasy.   “No matter, your here now, and you want to know more about me?  Well, don’t let me stop you.  I’m an open book, but the trick is, this book is locked away, in a box and the key is just here.”   He sticks a hand over his Soul.  He steps away and Points to a scroll on a table in the center of the room.   “Though, you may learn a few key details by reading the scroll just there.”

You read the scroll before you.

Tilted Blood is most often referred to as TilT.  His calm and smooth demeanor is not to be trusted.  His teeth and sword have taken out many monsters.  He doesn't recall being any other way.  

Tilted started his murderous rampage so long ago he couldn't even begin to tell you his age, but his birth he claims is 6/6/x6.  Tilted recalls a moment as an apprentice, when he walked into the woods to cool off his temper, and found himself lost.  He wondered around the deepest and darkest part before he found himself smothered by darkness, and a voice speaking in his head.  "Your Master has no respect for you young Blood."  Tilted blinked into the shadows.  "My Master just wants me to be safe."  He replied.  "You have the skill and he has a free Airship, so why is he second guessing you.  For the love of ReaperTale child you were able to land a blow on him this last training session."  Tilted sat in the dark and listened to the voice.  It was right, he was the oldest apprentice and his master Needed a Captain and Pilot for the old Airship.  The pilot before that had died in the resent war, and finally the Ship had been repaired.  "You weren't asking a lot.  Just your own Ship and a small crew to command.  You just want to explore.  Poor little Blood you deserve this."  Tilted's mind began to flare with anger.  He stood up. "Your Right!  I think I should demand his respect."  A small smooth laugh echoed in Tilted's head.  "Very good Child.  Oh no, not child, I apologize, Captain.  Now go and take what is yours!"  Tilted stood a moment.  "I'm not strong enough.  One landed blow with a wooden sword isn't gonna convince him."  He felt the shadows being to wrap around him.  "Would you let me help you?"  Tilted nodded coolly.  "Yes my Lord."  When TilT walked out of the woods his once yellow eyes were streaked with red.  He took no time for rest, just walked into his Masters house and killed him and the other apprentices.  He stole his Masters Sword and took the Airship he had set his eyes on that night.

TilT later developed a reputation of being the "Bloody Butterfly" due to how he would lore his victims in with his calm and smooth speech.  Then he would strike with precision and grace.  Most called his movements unholy.  Others began to call him and his Ship and omen of death.

TilT attracted some unwanted attention is a universe where he almost lost to a pack of Wolf Monsters.  The leader had managed to take out TilT's left eye, before TilT escaped.  He was bloody and dying when he found a sweet Turquoise Bunny Monster.  She had lent him her help, but her town caught wind of the Bloody Butterfly's appearance and attacked him while he was recovering.  A voice Spoke to him as he laid in bed.  "TilT do you want to live through this?"  It was the same voice as before.  "Yes my Lord."  He said.  "Will you do anything?"  He opened his good eye slowly.  "Yes."  He said out-loud.  His Caretaker looked at him closely wondering who he was speaking to.  "Then take her Soul and eat it." TilT's eye went red and with speed dug is hand into her chest and pulled out her Soul.  Some men from town burst in, in just enough time to see this, and began to attack him.  "Die!"  was all TilT heard as he jumped to dodge the attacks.  He managed to kill a few Monsters before his head got crushed by a hammer.  He stood up quickly and thought better to leap out the window.  "Hurry eat the Soul before a Reaper comes to collect it."  His Lord yelled.  "And that bit of Fur in your hand place that on that wounder you just got.  Quick no time to think." TilT immediately did as he was told.  Once he'd devoured the Soul his HP began to go up.  It wasn't just Healing Him , but increasing his total Health.  He kept running as his face burned like fire.  When he reached his Ship he cut the rope holding onto the end the attached to the Ship and floated up into the clouds.  He took some time climbing onto the deck, but once he did he passed out from all the pain his was still in.

TilT later learned that this pain was never ending.  As well as the fur he had placed on his face was permanent.  It took a few trips to different worlds, but He had learned about Echo Flowers and just what kind of Tricks they can do.  He had to teach himself how to make a gel capsule pain pill he could take to maintain his pain. Without these pills TilT's temper is easily flared, and he is far more likely to kill.  He will 'Eat a soul' still every now and again just to gain that Souls HP.

TilT is unaware of what affects them, but even if you told him he was sick he'd blow you off and call you rude for denying his belief in his Lord.

TilT has friends.  He mostly speaks to other 'Bad Sans's' and will come help them if he is given free reign and has no rules.   He believes his friends are rude and mostly uncouth, so he spends very little time around them.  

Show Caution Around Tilted Blood.  Or you maybe on the receiving end of The Bloody Butterfly's Sword.

Stats!

No one actually knows these stats, their to scared to get that close.

LV: 16

HP: 1500

AT:  7 (With a Bleed Effect of 2 per second for 30 seconds.)

DEF: 7  (unless in Rage, then is 12.)

Soul Color : Yellow with blood dripping from it. (Caused by the virus Blood Boil.)

Home/Family : Unknown, Some Steampunk type village.

DOB : 6/6/X6 or So he claims.

Age : Unknown.

Weapons :

A stolen sword.

Throwing Knives.

Weakness :

The fact he NEEDS the pills to get by is a major weakness.  If he goes far to long without them he can pass out from pain and slowly loose HP.

He also can’t use Moon Flowers.  Not in any form.  otherwise the corruption he has inside himself would likely die away.  His Lord just tells him that those flowers will kill him so he avoids them.  Its not so easy though if your thinking of just getting him near the Moon Flower to heal him.  His Soul is so heavily Corrupted that his soul would need to be removed from him and soaked in the Moon Flowers Sap to fully heal him, and even then it may kill him.

Likes :

Candy, more so anything sour.  He also love hard flavored Candies.

Something called Swill.  Its a type of Beer.  Though its a low grade alcohol.

Oranges, well most fruits.  For reasons.

Dislikes:

Trash! Meaning if he thinks a person is Trash.  You qualify as Trash if you act with no manors for far to long or you know and don’t care.  A person who is a vagrant or bum.

Reapers, they keep telling him no one is talking to him and threaten to reap him to put him out of his misery, but he is not sure what they mean.

Pirates.  He thinks they are mocking his villages livelihood

Hard liquor. He doesn’t see why people get stupid drunk on the stuff.  “If they want to die so badly then they should give me their souls now I’ll do it no problem.”

Theme Song!

Three Days Grace - So What

First vid is mine.  Art also mine.

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