#fracturedhues

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For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory || Accepting

"I was born and grew up in Floaroma Town. When I wasn't at school, rehearsing or somewhere in Eterna Forest, I was helping out with the flower shop. Sometimes, it was taking care of the berry trees and plants there.... other times, I was weaving flower crowns and baskets or pressing plants to sell..."

"And sometimes, part of my help was harvesting a few of the Gracidea flowers the meadow grows. Not for ourselves-- to hand out to visitors that wanted one. You see... there was-- is-- a subset of tourists that come solely to pick flowers from the meadows or steal honey from the pokemon that live in it. Without permission. So, we tried to combat it by picking a few ourselves. Gracideas were given away, one per group, with a limited amount each day... since they were the main flowers that would be stolen. They cannot grow where Shaymin haven't blessed the soil, you see, so you couldn't just pluck one from Floaroma and propagate it. The other species of flowers were sold at the flower shop, and we used it to try and funnel people through there to get whatever souvenir or gift they want, instead of the meadow when they thought weren't looking."

(idk I just feel like they'd be cute together byeee)

Recommend romantic candidates for my muses and see their reaction || Accepting

Your James really got me going awooga

He loves it and he knows it. Now, if only he weren't incredibly shy and can't immediately tell when someone is advancing on him.

[ MENACINGLY ] [ LOVINGLY ]

"Oh, what a lovely..."

Cynthia peers closer at the accompanying picture.

"...message."

She's just casually going to hand him a pack of those squeezable fruit purees.

❝ Have a good day . ❞

Quirking his head to the side, he reaches out and picks one up, inspecting the pouch with a furrow of his brows. It was the sort of snack one would expect to find in a grade school lunch bag. Proton was in his workshop, sharpening his tools against the knife stone on the counter top.

He can't tell if this is meant to be a jab at his character, or if his coworker was sharing a snack from her own packed lunch.

Either way, an amused snicker echos through the workshop as he sets it aside for now.

" You practicing feeding kindergarteners, Melinoë? " Proton taunts.

" You even got the organic type. "

*clears her throat and sneakily throws a piece of paper at them that simply says "Executive Mel"*

romantic candidates for my muses

"Really?"