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flower-seller · 8 months

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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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ayahnieda · 4 years

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cataloguegradesi-blog · 7 years

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Rp 17.500 (Termasuk Media, Pot, dan Batu hias) Tanaman yang dikirim tidak persis sama ukuran dan bentuk tapi sama Jenisnya

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flower-seller · 2 years

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It seemed she had caught him peeking, the way Euphorbia grew hesitant about her note taking made apparent by her request for permission immediately afterwards. He smiled, this new idea about her oddly endearing to the Gingko.

"Of course you can, Euphorbia… The fact you even wish to take notes in the first place is rather flattering, I must admit," He cheekily responded, sly grin stretching across his face with a hardened eye trained on the pages of her dex itself. It was true that what she had already written fared a bit differently than his own writings. It made him wonder how the rest of her journal read.

"You know," He started, a pointed finger of his own wagging her way, "Perhaps I can help you translate your pokedex? Teach you our written language? And perhaps you can teach me a bit of yours in return? I must say, it certainly looks pretty." Volo ended his offer with a compliment, having watched the strokes of her hand to produce similar yet foreign characters across the paper.

"I think it would be fun," He added casually, his steeled eye softening once again.

Maybe.

Maybe Arceus wasn't drawing away from him after all.

#FlowerSeller writing #Noodle FlowerSeller #FlowerSeller: Volo #PLA Volo #Volo #Euphorbia can't read the pokeworld language when she first falls so translating her field notes is always a treat for poor Laventon #Another little snippet from the end of a rp #Unfortunately excluded the part where Volo went rabid upon being given the greenlight to infodump about history for brevity

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flower-seller · 2 years

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"Her! Her and that merchant! She's a fucking zoroark witch!"

Eyes the color of rose tinted ice flicked in the direction of that voice, head tilting as she listened to what the thoroughly pummeled irritant had to say. Just barely.

"She bewitched that demon and sent him after me—"

Her body moved, following instinctual instruction before her mind could even issue it. A single bound was all that was needed to shove her way through the crowd and land on light feet in front of Burdock. He was held upright by two men from the village, face a well-deserved mess of blood, bruises, snot and carrying an acrid reek of piss about him from his cowardly display that made her lips curl back in a disgusted grimace.

Without ceremony, Euphorbia's fist curled and struck upward to collide with his gut.

"A curse upon you," the woman hissed bitterly, lifting her free hand up below her chin in an instinctual gesture. Pointer and pinky finger lifted, all but the thumb folded down as her tongue lolled. Its significance was lost on her, but enough to send an uneasy murmur through the throng of witnesses.

Before the hands of any who were brave enough to make a grab for her could reach, she leapt back, predator's eyes seeking Ginter's blue with a harsh glare before whirling on her heel and sprinting after Volo, ignoring the elder's call after her.

This was her fault. Her fucking fault and she was not leaving him to this.

Euphorbia's feet didn't slow as she halted her humbled companion on his route toward the village's front gate. Her face was still dark with fury when she made a grab for his hand in passing, making the blond flinch in surprise as their fingers intertwined.

"C'mon, Golden Boy!" She hissed, letting her eyes soften just a touch when she tugged him forward with her.

Volo nearly tripped up as he was led along by the small woman, his other hand immediately reaching for her wrist in response.

"Wait– Wait, Euph, hold on," He began to argue, his voice starkly soft despite his previous show of fury as he grabbed her arm and tried to disengage gently, "Where are you- What are you doing?" It wasn't until she pulled him all the way to her dorm that he seemed to realize where they were headed. She was quick to open the door and practically push him inside, sliding it behind them with a clatter.

"Euphorbia."

#FlowerSeller: Euphorbia #FlowerSeller: Volo #Volo #merchant volo #FlowerSeller writing #Another nicely fused snippet from a RP #This one was so intense but OOF it hurt the heart and warmed it all at once. Love them...#Salem FlowerSeller #Noodle FlowerSeller #violence mention

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flower-seller · 2 years

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This time, she found him.

It had been some days since spotting the distinctive sweep of blond hair and its opposing silver eye beneath the Gingko Guild cap. Not a long period by any stretch of the imagination, but despite how self-sufficient Euphorbia had become, there was a certain loneliness that belonged to survey work even when there were more hands on deck now. She'd been missing her newfound friend around the village, so when she glimpsed a shock of blond beneath a hat that didn't belong to Tuli, the surveyor was quick to turn in his direction with a pointed finger.

"You!"

Euphorbia practically sprinted at the merchant. She skidded to a halt in front of him before tilting her head to glare into his silver gaze, finger poised like the tip of a dagger at his throat. "You set me up for that absolute shitshow of a report! Then scampered off because you knew."

To say that Captain Cyllene was not impressed with the alpha wurmple was to put it lightly. Certainly such a strong reaction couldn't mean she was entirely unimpressed, just not in any way that was earning Euphorbia favor or prestige among the Galaxy higher ups. At the very least, Beauregard had appeared awed, frightened and yet altogether pleased with his plus-sized insect. A mercy after the ghostly wail that had torn through the village that day.

And this bastard had to have known.

He had the gall to take a few seconds to flick his eye casually between the prodding finger jabbed his way and the fiery expression Euphorbia had aimed directly at him. The neutral face he'd worn lingered only for a few seconds more before a smile cracked his mask.

A hand flew to his forehead as he began to laugh, his head tossing back as he covered his eyes so as to not see her get any angrier with him. He laughed hard, his other hand clenching his apron as he all but lost it, a very rare sight to see from the giant of a man. The amount of glee he took from her misfortune drew tears from his eyes as bit his tongue to rein in his reaction.

His cheeks were rosy by the end of it, a stray giggle escaping him here and there as more eyes drew onto the pair actively disrupting the peace of the otherwise quiet village. He glanced around, meeting several of the watchful gazes that landed upon them, Ginter included as Volo gave a warm wave to the elder.

"Alright, alright, I'm assuming it went as well as I had expected," By his own self admittance, Volo was guilty as charged. He wiped a stray tear from his revealed eye before raising his hands in surrender.

"But Beauregard was happy! Was he not?" He shifted the direction of the conversation away from himself with a flapping wave of his hand.

#FlowerSeller: Euphorbia #FlowerSeller: Volo #Volo #He knows what he did #That man left her to face Cyllene with a giant sausagebug and a sense of whimsy #A sample from one of my favorite RPs with these two #All these two do is bully each other and I support it #Salem FlowerSeller #Noodle FlowerSeller #FlowerSeller writing

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flower-seller · 11 months

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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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flower-seller · 8 months

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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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