#Flowerseller writing

[flower-seller]

Noodle here!

And y’know… I’ve been thinking about my personal philosophy behind writing for Volo a bit since at times he seems so like… Different, you know? And I realize it’s because I write him as “just some guy” first and foremost like. Yes he has all of these background underhanded dealings and web of lies under the surface, but while he may lie, he isn’t exactly… Intentionally malicious with it? Like he could be? (Or kinda was in canon even oop) Key word “intentionally”. Volo absolutely has moments of true malice here and there but it’s afterthought, not main goal, you know??

FS!Volo is just a guy who was backed into a corner with no perceived way out and made bad and regrettable decisions. And he knows he fucked up too, ironically enough. Especially now that what he lacked so severely before was practically gifted to him in the form of Euphorbia (Arceus’ fav girl for those stumbling upon my ramblings uwu). Truthfully, this dude is just a shy guy struggling with his moral compass and obligations. He’s just a goofy fella who does try to do good by world, even if his world is solely (at the moment) Euphorbia.

If this makes any sense HSBDSJJSJFN maybe I too should post a snippet or two of him in action… I don’t think I have on here yet.

#noodle flowerseller #Volo #pla volo #pokemon legends arceus #flowerseller: volo #flowerseller writing #flowerseller rambling #just been musing about my writing style of the man as of late #headcanon shenanigans #FS!Volo really is a different breed at times I feel

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my opinion on   ;

character in general   :   honestly   ,   patch is one of those muses that i tend to respect a lot considering they’re your average   ,   everyday person   .   someone who is just trying to make a living you know   ?   and she doesn’t have any sort of special powers or isn’t something like what mia is   .   i admire it because   ,   well   ,   as an original character it is amazing to see patch be written into different verses   /   fandom’s   .   plus i mean   ,   patch is just so sweet and pure that i just   …    i love   !   she’s just an exeptional muse all around and you’ve done so well developing her (   because i’ve always watched you from afar just silently gushing   )   .how they how you play them   :   patch is your oc   ,   she’s beautiful and just overall a lovely muse   .   so the way you write her is just perfect tbh   !the mun   :   oh gosh   ,   we recently just started talking ooc and i think you are so sweet   .   like living fairly close to each other as well so that is awesome  !   but in all honesty   ,   you are so talented and you really show a whole lotta love to patch   .   it’s really refreshing and such a joy to read whenever i want to be the ultimate stalker and read your replies :))))

do i   ;

follow them   :  i mean of course i do   !rp with them   :   not fully but jfsldkfh want to rp with them   :   all the time   :)ship their character with mine   :   they have the purest friendship ever   !

what is my   ;

overall opinion   :

you are fantastic and amazing   ,   i consider you such a joy on my dash and to write with so never stop writing

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

*   i.  @flowerseller   →   meme here .   /   not-accepting   !

#flowerseller #* answered . #i. daria impersonator since 1990 . / re. ↷ ooc . #jklsdhfjsdfh i'm sorry this is late but #!!! #i love you and i can't wait to write with you more <3

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                               since i was a child, ive loved doctor who.    it was something my step dad forced me to watch because he loved it as a kid and thought i would.    and oh my god he was right.       then in 2008 my life was changed when i turned on cbbc and saw   the                     SARAH JANE ADVENTURES.                       yes i was a huge fan of sarah jane as a kid.      and when elizabeth sladen died in 2011, my grandparents kept the news from me for at least a few days because they knew i would be devastated. when i finally found out,    i cried for days.       because my role model, the companion i loved so much, was gone. 

i would be lying if i said i didnt start writing sarah because i want to be sarah jane and have her meet some characters we will never see her be with.    but i also started writing her because of you guys !! the doctor who fandom !!   ( especially you lot on the discord server !! ) i love you all and im so glad i started writing sarah again !!! 

as always, i cant promise all of you will be on here !! im so sorry if i missed anyone !! but i love all of you !!!! 

@moonpleaded        /        @masterist        /        @burnsyourhand        /        @ohbrilliiant        /        @masxcr        /        @theidealiist        /        @sytheheart        /        @faithfultm        /        @corpsemade        /        @aurrorean        /        @tcrdisary        /        @brvgrl        /        @fiiveroundsrapid        /        @bravegroupie        /        @timefought        \        @flowerseller        /        @geronimoes        /        @doctorthethirteenth        /        @thirtor        /        @tardisnamed        /        @irnwoman        /        @cowardanyday        /        @niceaccent

#* PROMO / THE BLESSED ONES #follower forever tw #!!!! ayyyy finally did this wow

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rules - Tag 20 followers you would like to get to know better tagged by: @selfulfilling - did y’all know I would Die for Alex??? ♥ tagging:   @lunima / @cryoscarred / @flowerseller / @spaceraised / @dcfctive / @yonblu / @giiilbcrt / @reddeathed / @lessersinned / @peaceific / @oddyssea / @epheemere / and you know what? you! YOU. I wanna know all my followers so do this and tag me. ♥

Nickname:       Jord(y)(ie)(i) Gender:       I am khaleesi, mother of dragons. Star Sign:      gemini / cancer cusp and i act like it. Height:     i’m 5′2 -- a smol ready to take on all the tols ! Sexuality:   a/demisexual and panromantic with a strong preference for women. Hogwarts House:      i’m such a hufflepuff it hurts.  Favorite Animals:     wolves WOLVES WOLVES WOLS FSLDK V WOLVES. also can I say dragons? BECAUSE DRAGONS. Average Hours Of Sleep:     it’s anywhere from 6 - 12 lolol Dogs or Cats:   both. I love all animals. they’re better than hoomans. Number of Blankets:  one but my two dogs count for two more @ least bc they radiate heat. Where I Am From:     born and raised in missouri ( misery? misery ). Dream Trip:     um fallon promised me a trip to middle earth so like @ fallon when’s that happening??? :/// but also ireland w my grandma! When I Created This Account: april 30th, 2018. Why I Created This Account:    I think I went over this before but I just saw IW and I was having some muse issues with my oc + some discourse on his dash so I needed to step away and then peter presented himself to me and I’ve never looked back since. I love writing him so much. it was the perfect accident ( as I almost ended up writing someone else oops ). Followers:       1.3k+ and I love every single one of you star nerds. ♥♥♥ so much.

#ooc. #JORDYISMS. #hi hello if ur reading this i love u #also ill be back in a bit #my sister and I are playing pokemon go again lmaooo #so we're going on a walk !

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Autumn preferences for your muse!

Rules: bold what you prefer and tag some people.

1. go apple picking vs. go on a hay ride 2. scary vs. sweet 3. sweaters vs. boots 4. socks vs. mittens 5. bonfires vs. football 6. trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies 9. bake pie vs. bake cookies 10. rain vs. fog 11. black cats vs. owls 12. ghosts vs. wizards 13. harry potter vs. halloweentown 14. go hiking vs. sleep in 15. cinnamon vs. nutmeg 16. reading vs. writing 17. hot chocolate vs. tea 18. live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7 19. candy apples vs. caramel apples 20. blankets vs. pillows 21. roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts 22. coffee vs. apple cider 23. red leaves vs. orange leaves 24. braids vs. bows 25. scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods 26. carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie 27. pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes 28. coats vs. oversized sweaters 29. beanies vs. berets 30. candy corn vs. peanut butter cups 32. jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire 33. corn maze vs. haunted house 34. bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch 35. whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate

tagged: @gentlegently tagging: @flowerseller, @mcmachine, @brokendefender && whoever wants to !!

#;landscape of the mind ( thoughts ) .

[twisted-but-pretty]

Era Aesthetics

BOLD all that apply!

MEDIEVAL:    tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. loose ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.

RENAISSANCE:   freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers in the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your socks on.

BAROQUE:    dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colourless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners.dark shades of lipstick.

CLASSICAL:   chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair.watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading about mythology.

ROMANTIC:    compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.

Tagged by: no one. I stole it fair and square. Tagging: @piraticalwit @royalchemy @aelwihtas (pick a muse!) @dxdger @edhelaran @flowerseller @lungslinger @leadkiss @trickstercaptain @thecodekeeper @empireburned (pick a muse!) @thewardenqueen @mohiican and anyone else who would like to steal it from me. ;-)

#about Guy #;;muse meme #Era Aesthetic Meme

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file: * //          (   dinah   )           MUNDAY FACT SHEET

tagged  by :     @devilsgate tagging :     @flowerseller & @crownhaze

name :     dinah. nickname :     no that’s it. that’s all you get. age :     30 and old enough to know better. sex / gender :   female. pronouns :   she   /   her. eyes / hair :    green / brunette. height / weight :   5′6″ ish   /   idek cause i try not to look lolol. build :    got some cushion’ for the the pushin’ ayyy tattoos :    noep but i want some. scars :     riddled with them.  piercings :   heck nah. myers - briggs :    infj-t.    (  the  advocate ) enneagram :     type  6    (  the  loyalist  )    &  a  5  wing. alignment :     true neutral. temperament :     melancholic  with  a  side of choleric. kinsey  scale :     2.   predominantly  heterosexual,  only  incidentally  homosexual. romantic  orientation :     biromantic. sexual  orientation :    i think the kinsey scale summed it up already. iq :    123. occupation :     pharmacy technician. stats :    this word has no meaning. religion :    agnostic.   it’d be nice to believe in something but ehhh. pets :    1 doggo. school :     hs graduate, some college and a certification program. languages :     english and spanglish. medical :     i would have to actually go to a doctor to find out so naaah. neurological :     say hello to my anxiety. ethnicity / race :     im of the caucasian persuasion. hobbies :  writing, video games, and not much else. interests :   money. blogs :     only this one. social  media :     this is as social media as i get. im much happier without it.

#▹ ooc . dinah #▹ ooc . queue #( its not monday but idgaf )

[wiccanarchived]

AUTUMN PREFERENCES FOR YOUR MUSE ! rules: bold what you prefer and tag some people .

1. go apple picking vs. go on a hay ride 2. scary vs. sweet 3. sweaters vs. boots 4. socks vs. mittens 5. bonfires vs. football 6. trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies 9. bake pie vs. bake cookies 10. rain vs. fog 11. black cats vs. owls 12. ghosts vs. wizards 13. harry potter vs. halloweentown 14. go hiking vs. sleep in 15. cinnamon vs. nutmeg 16. reading vs. writing 17. hot chocolate vs. tea 18. live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7 19. candy apples vs. caramel apples 20. blankets vs. pillows 21. roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts 22. coffee vs. apple cider 23. red leaves vs. orange leaves 24. braids vs. bows 25. scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods 26. carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie 27. pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes 28. coats vs. oversized sweaters 29. beanies vs. berets 30. candy corn vs. peanut butter cups 32. jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire 33. corn maze vs. haunted house 34. bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch 35. whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate

tagged: lowkey tooketh from @flowerseller tagging: @everyone literally everyone autumn is the most important

#*:･ﾟ♫ ✧ ❛ ѕнe loved мyѕтerιeѕ ѕo мυcн ѕнe вecaмe one ⁽ headcanons. ⁾ #*:･ﾟ♫ ✧ ❛ a wιтcн'ѕ тrιalѕ ⁽ dashboard memes. ⁾

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                             MUSE AESTHETICS

——— [ COLORS ]   red. brown.  orange.  yellow.  green. blue. purple. pink.  black. white.teal.  silver.  gold.  grey. lilac. metallic. matte.  royal blue.  strawberry red.  charcoal grey. forest green.  apple red.  navy blue.  crimson. cream.  mint green.

——— [ ELEMENTS ]   fire.  ice. water. air.  earth.  rain. snow.  wind.  moon.  stars.  sun.  heat. cold. steam.  frost. lightning.  sunlight. moonlight.  dawn. dusk. twilight.  midnight.sunrise. sunset. dewdrops.

——— [ BODY ] claws.  long fingers.  fangs.  teeth. wings.  tails. lips. bare feet.  freckles. bruises. canine.  scars.  scratches.  wounds.  burns.  spikes.  feathers.  webs. eyes.  hands.  sweat.  tears.  feline.  chubby.  curvy.  short.  tall.  normal height. muscular.  piercing.  tattoos.

——— [ WEAPONS ]   fists.  sword. dagger.  spear.  arrow.  hammer.  shield.  poison. guns. axes.  throwing axes.  whips.  knives. throwing knives.  pepper sprays.  tasers. machine guns.  slingshots.  katanas.  maces.  staffs.  wands.  powers. magical items.  magic.  rocks.  mud balls.

——— [ MATERIALS ]   gold.  silver.  platinum.  titanium.  diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds.  amethyst.  metal.  iron. rust.  steel.  glass.  wood. porcelain. paper. wool.  fur.  lace. leather.  silk.  velvet.  denim.  linen.  cotton. charcoal. clay. stone.  asphalt.  brick.  marble.  dust.  glitter. blood.  dirt. mud.  smoke. ash. shadow.  carbonate.  rubber.  synthetics.

——— [ NATURE ]   grass.  leaves.  trees.  bark.  roses.  daisies.  tulips.  lavender.  petals. thorns.  seeds. hay.  sand.  rocks. roots.  flowers.  ocean.  river. meadow.  forest. desert.  tundra.  savannah.  rainforest.  caves.  underwater.  coral reef.  beach.  waves.  space.  clouds.  mountains.

——— [ ANIMALS ]   lions.  wolves.  eagles.  owls.  falcons.  hawks.  swans.  snakes.  turtles.  ducks.  bugs. spiders. birds. whales.  dolphins.  fish.  sharks.  horses. cats.  dogs. bunnies. praying mantises.  crows.  ravens. mice.  lizards.  werewolves.  unicorns.  pegasus.  dragons.  rats.

——— [ FOODS/DRINKS ]   sugar. salt. candy.  bubblegum. wine.  champagne.  hard liquor.  beer. coffee.  tea. spices.  herbs.  apple.  orange.  lemon.  cherry. strawberry.  watermelon.  vegetables.  fruits. meat.  fish.  pies.  desserts.  chocolate.  cream.  caramel.  pancakes. waffles. berries.  nuts.  cinnamon. burgers.  burritos.  pizza.  ambrosia.

——— [ HOBBIES ]   music.  art.  watercolors.  gardening.  smithing.  sculpting.  painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing.  cooking.  sewing.  training.  dancing.  acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense.  electronics.  technology. cameras. video cameras.  video games.  computer.  phone.  movies.  theater. libraries. books.  magazines.  cds. records. vinyls.  cassettes.  piano.  violin.  cello.  guitar.  electronic guitar.  bass guitar.  harmonica.  harp.  woodwinds.  brass.  bells.  playing cards.  poker chips.  chess.  dice. motorcycle riding.  eating.  climbing.  running.

——— [ STYLE ]   lingerie.  armor.  cape. dress.  tunic.  vest.  shirt.  boots.  heels.  leggings.  trousers.  jeans.  skirt.  jewelry.  earrings.  necklace. bracelet.  ring.  pendant.  hat.  crown.  circlet.  helmet.  scarf.  brocade.  cloaks.  corsets.  doublet.  chest plate.  gorget.  bracers.  belt.  sash.  coat. jacket.  hood.  plaid. gloves. socks. masks.  cowls.  braces.  watches.  glasses.  sunglasses.  visor.  eye contacts.  makeup.

——— [ MISC ]   balloons.  bubbles. cityscape.  light. dark.  candles.  war.  peace. money. power.  percussion.  clocks.  photos.  mirrors.  pets.  diary.  fairy lights. madness.  sanity.  sadness.  happiness. optimism.  pessimism.  loneliness. family.  friends.  assistants.  co-workers.  enemies.  loyalty. smoking.  drugs. kindness.  love. hugs.

tagged by : @flowerseller ( hi i love you for this <3 )  tagging : ANYONE WHO WANTS TOO !!! <3       ( this was super cool so ? everyone should do it ) 

#┊ ≪ 𝔬𝔬𝔠. 𝔞 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔞𝔰𝔱 ! ≫ : ( ooc. ) #┊ ≪ 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 ≫ : ( aes. ) #┊ ≪ 𝔦 𝔰𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 ≫ : ( saved. )

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RULES: tag ten followers you want to know better!

TAGGED BY: @hevampyr​

TAGGING:  @rosewand, @healthycarrier​, @flowerseller​, @sangrantc​, @epochic​, @medicative​ +whoever wants to snag it from me!

NAME: scout STAR SIGN:  pisces HEIGHT: 5′8  WHAT’S YOUR MIDDLE NAME? blane PUT YOUR ITUNES ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 6 SONGS THAT POPPED UP?

little hell - city and color

this is gospel - panic! at the disco

joy ride - the killers 

born this way -  lady gaga

run boy run - woodkid

werewolf heart - dead man’s bones

EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU? i faintly remember a boy writing me a short poem in the sixth grade after we had our first kiss. it was bad.  WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR? not recently enough. WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH? hhhhhhh rihanna WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE; SOUND YOU LOVE?

HATE: lips smacking together loudly.

LOVE: thunderstorms.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? you bet. HOW ABOUT ALIENS? YUP. DO YOU DRIVE? yessir. IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED? .....maybe WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? circe by madeline miller

DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE? yes WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW? what we do in the shadows WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD? i either sprained or broke my thumb as a kid but we never got x-rays done so idk how bad it was exactly. DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW? vampyr DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG? depends on what they did. IN A RELATIONSHIP? no.

#⟨ OOC ⟩ what kind of vampire game doesn't have a seduction button. #hello it is i #the frenchiest fry

[flower-seller]

In Regard to Scars

Salem Flowerseller here! For funsies I decided to post a few streamlined segments of writing that give just a smidgen more context to FS!Volo's facial scar and also mostly show off some of Noodle's fantastic writing as Volo from our RPs! 👀

This one was a very fun one and these bits are taken from the very emotional tail end of it.

It can be found below the readmore and I'm stating a warning for referenced past harm to Volo as a child.

"Flattery can only get you so far, Golden Boy," Euphorbia tutted, her own face warming from his blurted compliment. "I do think so, though. When the light hits you right, your hair shines like a second sun. You're going to have to tell me your secret to that sheen!" A slender finger waved his way as she spoke, the woman's eyes sparkling with something warm. 

There was a pause, then she continued in a softer, cautious voice. "May I…touch it?"

……

She looked like she was serious. 

She was serious. In what world would she have jokingly asked such a thing? 

His hair practically puffed as he buried his face deeper into his hands for another few seconds. Then, he dropped them entirely. His eye was screwed shut as he tried to speak, failing at first, but on the second pass he managed an actual sound. 

“Yyyy—” He held the note, hesitating. No one had really touched his hair outside of his family. And well, that was to say it had been a long time. He kept his hair in such a way not just for the sake of style, though over time he had come to like it the way he usually had it. The shagginess he’d fallen into was a result of lacking care. Subconsciously, his body shied away from hers, suddenly very self conscious. 

Truthfully, he knew well that he was good looking. He had many a customer tell him as much. He wouldn’t lie, he occasionally laid on the charm to get what he wanted. A bat of lashes here, a coy smile there, but always out of reach. But that was because he hid the damaged parts that such a tactic worked. Hell, Euphorbia was taken aback by the sheer amount of scars that littered his tattered body. He didn’t want to think about what anyone other than her would truly think. 

He wished his scars stopped at his shoulders. 

“—eee—“ He was physically fighting the word, his mouth stuck in a grimace as he suddenly spiraled. What if she thought he was ugly? What if she thought he was ugly? 

He began to sweat. His breath hitched, caught in his tightening throat. He was pretty! He was handsome! Right?

Right?

And suddenly he felt like he was going to vomit and die on the spot. 

He didn’t even realize tears started streaming down his face until he had to wipe them away. She was going to think he was ugly, and his entire facade was going to shatter. He already began to crumble before she even had a chance to cast her judgment. There was that tiny, rational voice rattling in his head that knew she wouldn’t reject him, and certainly not after all he had already said and done, and yet—

He pressed his forehead to her shoulder, trying to keep the world from spinning. 

He cursed himself inwardly for losing it like he was over something so... Asinine. He swallowed hard, his brows pinching together tightly as he tried to focus. 

She was going to touch his hair. She was going to see. 

“—es.” 

“Yes.”

He nodded against her, afraid his voice was far too quiet to hear, the sound so far from his ears he couldn’t tell. 

He wanted this. He wanted this so badly it hurt. He wanted to feel kind hands upon him, upon his hair, upon his face. He starved for it, that closeness. He was so very desperate, melting in the woman’s arms as he was. 

He grasped her once extended hand and pulled it to his face, pressing into the warmth of her much smaller and softer palm. Hot tears trailed between her fingers as he, in his own mind, ripped the bandage off himself. 

There were scars there too. 

“Please. Please…,” He pleaded. For what? He didn’t know entirely.

“Y-you can… You can touch my hair, yeah?” He practically panted against the panicked thumping of his anxious heart. 

……

It was like Volo was fighting with himself over her request, cringing away yet pressing forward all at once. Fear radiated off of him in waves like heat from stone.

She wanted to be so careful with him and treat her friend like a fragile porcelain doll, or maybe a small, scared animal. But was that what he really needed? 

Brushing the tip of her nose against Volo's ear as he leaned into her, she didn't think so. He needed tenderness, undoubtedly, a soft touch. Euphorbia would instead forgo hesitance.

"Let me know if you need me to stop." There was a second where she resisted his hold as she spoke, making sure he heard her, and then she laid her hand upon the blond's cheek and cupped it.

Euphorbia studied her dear companion through lashes of ice, smiling as she ran her free hand along his scalp, trailing fingers that followed the shining gold flow from root to pale tip with a look of intrigue. She'd thought it was a trick of the light before, but Volo's hair did indeed lighten near the ends. It wasn't in scattered early greying streaks, the paleness crept up from the ends in a soft gradient before stopping entirely.

"No wonder it's so shiny. It has a texture like silk," she hummed, sinking her fingers in further to carefully thread them through a section. "And it goes to this soft cream color at the tips. I don't think I ever noticed that before."

The hand on his cheek shifted, her thumb gently swiping some of his tears away before she continued her exploration.

Both hands worked now, grown confident from the lack of complaint as they mapped out the curves of Volo's skull beneath his mane of sunlight. Until finally, her fingers flitted along the curtain of bangs at his right side that had always hidden half of his face from her.

They did not pull the curtain back so much as caress it out of the way, a soft smile creasing Euphorbia’s lips as she picked a few stray strands out of the way of the final reveal.

……

He held his breath. Bracing.

She carefully pried away strand by strand until. 

Until he had to face her completely.

He slowly opened his eyes, both of them. His face burned in embarrassment, in shame. Between his right eye and eyebrow nestled a deep burn. Different from the ones that marred his body. This one held shape. 

It was a brand. 

The purposeful mark permanently forced his right eye into a harsh squint. He knew he could never open it any further due to the stiffened and damaged flesh. The eye itself was a notable few shades lighter than his other, cloudy and hazed over the years. 

The mark looked to be that of some sort of flower held within a simple circle; small but effective. 

His hand reached up to hide his face again, but he forced it back down. This was it, this was him in all his broken glory. He’d have laughed if he was so utterly mortified. 

His eyes darted about Euphorbia’s face, immediately searching for that tinge of disgust or unwanting he feared so deeply. He couldn’t convince himself she wouldn’t recoil. 

They had ruined his face for life. Marked him as their property. He wasn’t theirs, no, not anymore. But that would never change the fact that he once was.

……

The soft smile that curved Euphorbia’s lips remained unchanged as she unveiled what had made Volo so terrified to be seen, truly seen, by her. Though in the shadow of her lashes, those hollow rings making up the woman's pupils contracted smaller. The warmth that filled her dimmed, shrinking back into the core of her chest while she swept a finger across his cheek.

She had a good idea where such a clearly man-made mark might come from, given his story. One that didn't match the crest that she'd seen in his mother’s book nor the half desecrated iterations around the property.

Euphorbia sighed softly, bringing her face closer to Volo's.

Carefully, deliberately, the woman brushed her lips across the upper edge of the cauterized scar when he didn't flee away. 

Was it a kiss, or just a tender motion so like it? That didn't matter as much as what that little brush truly meant.

Acceptance.

"You know," she murmured once she drew back, head tilting. "When I offered to relay you information about the Himura before, a different thought occurred to me. But I thought I was being needlessly grim."

Idly, Euphorbia adjusted the blond's bangs, tidying them to either side to keep his full face in view as she spoke with a calm that crackled with dire weight. "My first instinct was offering to bring you their heads for confirmation should I find any. Sounds silly, mm? But I…didn't want to rob you of something more personal than that."

Oh, but she would if he asked her to.

"I think I stand by that decision more than ever."

Who would do this to a child? He said he was thirteen at the time, still wet behind the ears. 

People could be truly foul.

……

He had inwardly prepared for the worst as a contingency, knowing well he would have taken even the slightest draw back from him as a sign he would need to leave immediately. 

Only so many people knew of the mark, and he’d always been met with shock or pity or worse and he couldn’t handle that from Euph too. He’d have been too embarrassed to stay. He knew if he just slid through a particular pocket of the floor behind Euphorbia, he could have disappeared into the walls. 

Not that he made a habit of lurking in the walls or anything. Definitely not that. 

But she didn’t do either of those things, at least if she had he thankfully peered through veiled and failing vision anyway. Crisis averted! He practically deflated against her caress, realizing she wasn’t one to recoil. They’d both had their scars, and perhaps that was something of a bond between the two of them. 

Broken. 

They were broken.

But that could be ok. It would have to be ok. 

Volo’s good eye kept focus on hers, his other eye trying to follow suit as his gaze flicked to and fro. Then she leaned in. He inhaled sharply through his nose but remained still as she closed the space and… 

And, and, and—!

His face burned anew as her lips brushed past his scar. She’d… She’d…! Her words gripped him and pulled him out of whatever spinning his brain was starting up again. He pulled back when she did, though admittedly a bit faster than intended. Still he found that her hands remained upon him, and for that his nerves tamped down again. He idly wondered how he even was still breathing, but he carried on doing just that. One breath at a time, he kept his focus on her and only her. 

He feared he’d fly away on the breeze if he didn’t.

She drew him in with the beginning of her self revelation, and he watched her closely. Watching her mouth form her words carefully, the sun beside them bathing her in golden light and highlighting just how… Pretty she really was. 

Even saying such things as willfully beheading people she personally never knew on his behalf. 

His breath shuddered in his throat. 

His mouth went dry. He licked his lip. 

He stared at her, wide eyed and frozen in time. 

She was… The most beautifully tangible thing he’d had the pleasure of laying eyes upon. 

He buried the hands that framed his face into his own and embraced them. The way his own eclipsed her’s so completely was far from lost upon him. He squeezed them both tenderly, sighing as he did.

#Salem Flowerseller #Noodle Flowerseller #FlowerSeller: Euphorbia #FlowerSeller: Volo #Volo #Pokemon Legends Arceus #Also horrifically fluffy in its own way #They love each other your honor #I put them both in a blender and sip them like a smoothie and IMMEDIATELY get tooth rot #Flowerseller writing

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IT’S LIT ME RIGHT NOW !!!!!

(I’m watching speedpaints and let’s plays on both my laptop and phone, and I haven’t even written anything of it. Lmao, this is why I made a youtube playlist of videos that fuel my creativity. 

I...I should probably watch some of those videos...)

#flowerseller #; The Narrator speaks! (OOC) #// LMAO talk about multitasking useless shit

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So per Salem’s request, I was asked to share a snippet of my own from our Lord Arcanine battle rp because that shit was insane GEHDBDND God I loved every bit of it though, it was so hype I will not lie.

For the context a bit, Volo was with another ginkgo at the time of the battle breaking out (Salem’s oc Kanata we love Kanata so much in this house) but the poor kid kinda got dragged into the battlefield just a bit. With Euph having just kicked the Lord directly in the face, this is Volo’s reaction and subsequent actions that really threw this particular fight for a loop

While this isn’t exactly the most “just some guy” post, I feel it does showcase a little bit of his quirks here and there. There is another snippet I’d love to post from this particular rp as well but perhaps in another post sometime (I’m too shy for this BSBDBJDJD)

Volo and Kanata ran as fast as they could, Volo’s hand a vice grip of fear around the boy’s wrists as the clear sounds of battle raged just ahead.

Please please please—

Volo needed her to be ok. He wasn’t gone long. He wasn’t gone long, but he had left her. He wouldn’t forgive himself for that. The wall came into view, and right as they approached it, Volo heard the gut wrenching wail chill the air around him.

“Fuck!”

He was only gone a second!

Volo shoved past the wall, and his eye widened. Euphorbia had thrown herself into the lord’s jaws. His heart stopped completely, terror filling him, freezing him solid even as Kanata crashed into him from behind. The seconds felt like hours, watching her twist her form around so cleanly, so practiced…

She… Kicked the lord.

He could hear the impact from his position, and watched in awe at the incredible power Euphorbia displayed in that one swift blow. He watched the way her hair flowed behind her like a crashing wave against the raging inferno. The fierce expression she wore, that of pure fury to rival even the frenzy of the lord himself. He watched as she landed it skillfully. He watched her body heave from the exertion, her chest rising and falling with counted breaths.

“Volo!” Kanata shook the elder ginkgo by the arm, snapping him out of whatever momentary daze had overcome him, “You’ve got a plan, right?!”

… Plan.

“I-I…,” He hadn’t thought of one. But he opened his mouth as if to speak regardless. What came out wasn’t what he’d planned to say either.

“EUPHORBIA!” Volo screamed suddenly, watching in horror as she was tossed into the air, fire raking up her arm. He had no plan, but he didn’t need one. He was already moving, darting forward with one hand locked around Kanata, and the other reaching into his pocket. Volo pulled out a pokeball and threw it forward. He jumped up, dragging the younger merchant into the air with him.

“RrraaAAAH!” Exploding from the blinding light, Volo’s own Arcanine burst from her pokeball. His clawed hand grasped her mane tightly, landing upon her back as she surged ahead at an incredible speed.

“Holy SHIT!” Kanata gasped as he was pulled onto the sudden mount. He clung to Volo’s back as if he were the other man’s pack itself. They rushed up the side of the volcano itself, his Arcanine pushing off of the crater’s lip to leap into the air after Euphorbia. Volo released his hold of the canine’s mane to reach for Euphorbia herself.

He caught her in his arms, and clung to her tightly as they landed with an earth shaking impact of their own. For only a second was Volo able to hold Euphorbia close to himself before he, with a shuddering gasp of his own, passed her into the arms of Kanata. Arcanine lowered herself as Volo let the boy off upon the plateau.

“Get her to safety. I’ll keep the lord occupied,” Volo announced with determination himself. Without another word to the boy, he tugged at his pokemon’s mane and the pair bolted back to the fight below.

“Arcanine! Rockslide!” He commanded as they ran down the mountain’s side. His loyal companion barked in acknowledgement, her own paws slamming down against the volcano with even more force than before as she thrashed about herself. She stirred the loose rocks from the land, willing them into rolling down alongside her. The pair rapidly approached the arena once more, and Volo released his hold of his pokemon, allowing himself to fall back off of her as she rushed ahead like a boulder herself.

Volo hit the rocky ground unceremoniously, the wind rushing from his lungs as his back made contact. He didn’t let that stop him though as he quickly flipped over and pushed up off of the ground in time to watch as his arcanine crashed into the lord for a solid and rumbling impact, followed by a pelting of large rocks. The two dogs fell into the lava, sending up a big splash up in their corner.

“Twolo! Get Chamerion out of here!” He pleaded in a half wheeze. A hand already clutching his chest. The little jolteon stared at Volo for only a second before he was racing off towards the knocked out little fire type. The eeveelution grabbed Chamerion by the scruff and was quick to run the way Volo had come from now that the path had been cleared.

Volo pushed off of the ground, panting himself for a moment before he removed his hat and tossed it aside. He wasn’t fucking around this time.

#noodle flowerseller #pokemon legends arceus #volo #flowerseller: volo #flowerseller writing #pla volo #god this whole battle was so badass for the both of them #truly insane #they popped the fuck off

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Euphorbia is so fun to write, I swear. Just an absolute mess who can't remember why she is just innately so determined to stick to these shitass missions given to her while also being wary of those doling out said missions. Just a very "Yes Captain" "Right away, Captain" kind of gal with a side of "bbygirl I know I am SO expendable."

And also the maiming.

She really did physically brawl with the Miss Fortunes twice, bit off part of Clover's ear (swallowing it while making deliberate and vicious eye contact) and after getting stabbed by Coin in retaliation for the above just before the battle with Lord Arcanine decided that the answer was to tear up her coat for a quick patch and go "Okay this battle has a timer before I pass out~ ^^"

I love my batshit insane little meow meow, have a snippet of the above scene;

Euphorbia swallowed, staring down the newly christened demigod as he took note of the others fleeing. Volo was thankfully among them after shouting those final words at her.

'I’m coming back for you.'

Foolish man. But at least he listened to her, even managing to enlist the help of the Miss Fortunes' leader in clearing everyone out. Volo had made this easy for her by doing as she asked, and if she lived long enough to see him again then Euphorbia had much to apologize for. 

Her gut tensed, making the sharp pain in her side scream like a second crackle of lightning. There was quite a bit left unsaid, wasn't there? If she did perish without saying it though, he would never have to be burdened with the confessed adoration of a dead woman walking. This was not the first dive headlong into certain death, and should she make it through she doubted it would be the last.

She needed to do a split second checklist. It didn't have to be complete or even good, just serviceable.

One, control her bleeding.

Avoiding sudden movements, Euphorbia gripped the lower half of her undershirt and began to tear the dark, blood soaked fabric horizontally to expose her slickened midriff. Next, the haori tied around her waist was shed and the puffy end of one sleeve harshly ripped away. Keeping the bottom seam intact like an impromptu sash, the surveyor quickly set the fluff against her wound and tied it off to one side until it was all pressed tight. 

Though she couldn't exactly ascertain how she had the knowledge to make the estimate, based on the location and what the depth felt like, she had an upper limit of fifteen minutes before losing consciousness if she was lucky. Around five if she wasn't. 

There was a timer.

Two, control her breathing.

The more worked up she was, the harder this would be. Twolo was shaking enough for the both of them.

Whatever came next, she needed to be ready to accept it. 

#cw cannibalism #Just a bit of ear meat but just in case #FlowerSeller: Euphorbia #Flowerseller Writing #This entire battle + the lead up was so fun to RP with Noodle wah wah WAH #And Volo going absolutely HAM during this all against his better judgment...and Arcanine vs Arcanine brawling in lava???? #AAAUGH #Salem Flowerseller #Pokemon Legends Arceus #PLA #Pokemon OC

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Hisuian Floral Arrangements - 01

This is the first part in a small series where I will be breaking down floral arrangements in Hisui, or at least they are 'modernly' done. Some item and plant arrangements predate the formation of the clans, but many have developed alongside the shift and flow of Hisui itself.

This particular section includes flowers, vegetables, some plants and evolution stones! The next will be for berries, apricorns, mushrooms and charms.

Part 2

☆ Charms are often used to hold arrangements together, the type of charm can add weight toward a certain meaning

☆ Sometimes evolution stones are added into arrangements. They provide an additional depth of feeling in large part due to their more rare and precious nature

✦ Long post under cut! ✦

Hisuian Violet (Rich purple wildflower)

■ Modesty

■ Standing the test of time

■ Artistry

Ramanas Rose (Pink and purple wildflowers, often found bountifully in fields)

■ Abundance

■ Warm regards

■ Guilessness

Twinflare Blossom (Orange and purple flowers that often grow side by side)

■ Constant companion

■ Devotion

Faefreckle Flower (Tiny white flowers found speckled throughout fields and on slopes)

■ Small joys

■ Safe journeys

■ "I'll miss you"

Silphigem (Tiny golden flowers that grow in bunches on long stems, they are also used as a spice but are on the decline)

■ Protection

■ Flirtation

■ Enthusiasm

Pep-Up Plant

■ Cheer

■ Impatience

■ Innocence

Vivichoke

■ Immortality

■ Blessings

■ Enduring love 

Roselia/roserade Rose (Often those shed in battle or found naturally shed in the environment)

■ Declaration of war/Ill intent (bouquet of both red and blue given)

■ Blue Rose, specifically: Swift revenge

■ Red Rose, specifically: Longstanding grudge or woe

■ Flowers that have been dried to remove poisonous effects: Forgiveness, lament, tragic love

Cottonsedge 

■ Cherished memories

■ Safety

■ Things not seen but felt

Blushbrush Flower (Low growing pink flowers that cover the ground in dense patches, closer to a type of moss)

■ Harmony

■ Hospitality

■ Infatuation

Sootfoot Root

■ Humility

■ Wisdom

■ Watchfulness

Plump Beans

■ Affection

■ Simplicity

■ Bonds

Pop Pod

■ Surprise

■ "I am withholding my anger"

■ Returning

Bugwort

■ Bitter truth

■ Hidden worth

■ Patience

King's Leaf

■ Strength

■ Pride

■ Riches

■ Nobility

Hearty Grains

■ Everlasting beauty

■ Preparedness

■ Virtuousness

Caster Fern (Single unfolded leaf)

■ Protection

■ Secrecy

■ Fascination

Caster Fern (Bunch)

■ Community/familial ties

■ Festivity

■ Deception

Medicinal Leek

■ Well wishes

■ Healing

■ Resilience against adversity (From its ability to be found across all of Hisui's climes)

Sand Radish

■ "You are a rarity"

■ New horizons

Brinebloom Flower (Dark pink flowers that grow on vines, often seen on beached ships in the Cobalt Coastlands)

■ Melancholy/mourning

■ Silent beauty

■ Rebirth (Historically they were sometimes made into chains and wound around the bones of pokemon given to the sea)

Mints (As rare, if not rarer, than evolution stones in arrangements. Told apart by the different shades of color in their 'type' group)

■ Bold Mint: Persistence, enduring bonds, encouragement

■ Lax Mint: "Calm your anger", subtlety, meditation

■ Relaxed Mint: "Good things come to those who wait", sensibility 

■ Impish Mint: Whimsy, risk, jealousy

■ Adamant Mint: Strong emotions, boundless enthusiasm, hatred

■ Lonely Mint: "I miss you", fortitude, sympathy

■ Naughty Mint: ;), foolishness, haughtiness

■ Brave Mint: Glory, strength in battle, courage

■ Timid Mint: Timidity, "I cannot bear to say this aloud"

■ Naive Mint: Youth, mistaken love

■ Jolly Mint: Gaiety, gratitude, congratulations

■ Hasty Mint: Impatience, caution

■ Serious Mint: Steadfastness, "These words have weight"

■ Sassy Mint: Frivolity, vanity, luxury 

■ Careful Mint: Fair warning, fragility, deflecting negative emotions

■ Calm Mint: Reflection, piety, dignity

■ Gentle Mint: Motherly love, "You are safe", "Please take care"

■ Mild Mint: Formality, "I am not a threat" 

■ Quiet Mint: "Be silent", sincerity, mystery

■ Rash Mint: "I apologize", presumption 

■ Modest Mint: "Be humble", support, gratitude

Evolution Stones

■ Fire: Ambition, danger, passion

■ Water: Peace, steadfastness, rebirth

■ Thunder: Vivaciousness, creativity, anticipation

■ Leaf: Growth, future investments, fertility

■ Ice: Eternal patience, indifference, purity

■ Dawn: New beginnings, perceptivemess, "I have my eye on you"

■ Dusk: Intuition, decoy for bad luck, "Keep this secret"

■ Moon: Grace, cyclical change, hope in dark times

■ Oval: Good health, happiness, domesticity

■ Sun: Luck in money, clarity, joy

■ Shiny: Intelligence, discovery, truth

■ Black Augurite: Power, sharpness of wit, vengeance

Example bouquet:

Brinebloom, pep-up plant and king's leaf with a firestone wrapped in a caster fern leaf.

This can be seen a few ways, from condolences (Mourning + cheer + strength) to something from a shy secret admirer (Silent beauty + innocence + nobility). A caster leaf wrapped around a firestone can likewise imply "protect your passions" or a hidden danger! 

Where is the stone located? Is it wrapped somewhat loosely so slices of that bright orange glow can be seen nestled between all of the other items in the arrangement? Then it is likely a bit of high praise. If it is wrapped tight, hidden away at the bottom of everything else, meant only for your eyes and not even immediately, you probably just received a veiled threat or warning! Yikes.

#FlowerSeller lore #FlowerSeller writing #Hisui lore #Pokemon Legends Arceus #I just like thinking about...things and symbolisms #Salem FlowerSeller

[flower-seller]

I gave it some thought and went "You know what? Its your house, share the vague prose"

The only context I am providing is that this is post-post-postgame and that there was a 10 year gap where Euph and Volo went their separate ways 😔

[Semi-long post warning?]

The first year, she is a mess.

Angry, hurt and undeniably, unbearably lonely. 

The void where she'd given up part of her soul to make room for part of his is ragged, bleeding all over everything she does. She sees red in everything. 

The color of violence, of blood, torn flesh, passion, love.

The second year is worse than the first.

Aftermath given time to settle like infection to a wound that was still too raw to heal, adrenaline fading after a battle.

She wanders, aimless as a cloud caught on the sharp edge of a breeze. 

It poisons her from the inside out, that bitterness.

The third year is passed through as a baneful ghost, something she'd been accused of being time and time again.

She moves without thought, drifting from place to place in search of something that doesn't have a name. The closest she could define it would be 'purpose'.

Hers had been left strewn between the battlefields of Ransei and the mountains and fields in Hisui, no, Sinnoh now.

The fourth year is like picking at the scab.

She still thinks about him, about all of them, daily. That is something she figures will never go away, there was too much undone, unsaid. 

She comes across a trainer with a young cyndaquil and suddenly she can't see through the mist hazing her vision.

The fifth year passes with a feeling of cool resolve.

Not cold, cool. Nowhere near as icy as it had been when they'd first torn themselves apart. 

It is hoarfrost swept away from the surface of deep ice, leaving it clearer but just as frigid.

She tries to take a lover, just a simple one night stand, but cannot bring herself to do more than steal a few kisses before excusing herself. 

She isn't ready. The feel is off. The taste is off.

The sixth year sees her settled into that cool resolve, polishing it to a mirror shine in her spare time.

She doesn't entirely like what she sees when she looks into it.

Between so many memories returned of a world where war and conflict turned the economy as a way of life, she can't help but feel like nothing more than a blood drenched killer at times. It ran in her veins, that violence, that hate, that conflict.

Her fingers itch sometimes, missing the firm hilt of a blade that she left long behind even longer ago.

The seventh year sees her travels less aimless, drawn toward learning what she can about this world she has been torn into by no choice of her own. 

He at least instilled that in her, that curiosity in how things came to be and formed, the various tales that scattered off from those events.

She never had lost the surveyor's habit of writing things down.

The eighth year passes in a quiet, solemn whisper. 

She is occupied, almost obsessively so, but it keeps her mind focused.

It feels good to have some sort of purpose again, she's published a short book on Ransein legends under a pseudonym and carefully, painfully picks at a second regarding Hisuian ones.

So much has changed in the world around her, but when she closes her eyes where there is grass and a soft breeze, she can pretend she is standing in the Obsidian Fieldlands again.

The ninth year feels steadier, solid under feet that had been so shaky for so long.

Confidence had been hard won years upon years ago, that had never flagged. Her spirit is what had been damaged. The baneful ghost fashioned itself some bones to give itself frame, she felt stronger than she had in… a while. 

The tenth year, she sees a fool breaking a promise on live television.

A fool returned to the place that they'd agreed to leave alone to heal from what he– they'd done to it.

The tenth year, she finds him again.

#oog the thought was stuck in my head and wouldn't leave till I did this #But ohoho it gives me such heartache at parts #FlowerSeller writing #Salem Flowerseller #Pokemon Legends Arceus #Flowerseller: Euphorbia #Flowerseller: Volo #Volo