ALOLA'S DELINQUENT

SHE'S TWISTED, HE'S A REBEL. SHE'S SICK, HE'S HARD TO HANDLE. THE WORST OF ALL IS HE JUST DOESN'T CARE.

[floralcrowns]

          ❝ OHANA MEANS FAMILY AND FAMILY MEANS NOBODY GETS LEFT BEHIND OR FORGOTTEN. ❞

          independent guzma of pokemon sun and moon. loved by ulises ♡

[floralcrowns]

to those that still follow this blog, thanks but its okay if you unfollow ive made myself home in my new guzma blog :’)

i want to write this post because its been eating at my head at night-

i think i reworded my previous posts so coldly? i dont know, im the worst overthinker- but i think this is better worded: if you do happen to find my new blog and you’d like to follow, thats okay! i shouldnt have dictated whoever you want to follow, i want to apologize for that and anyone that got nervous about that OTL i know that theres some rpers that follow because they might like the headcanons or the ideas of other rpers, or maybe even  working the courage to interact, and by me saying you shouldn’t follow would be discouraging. i want to own up to that

id just like to also apologize with how long it might take for me to follow back because im incredibly shy and i feel like i have been forcing myself to branch out even if socialization isnt my strong suit, like at all- i just didnt want to be tiring my brain

i overthink that i mightve left a feeling of unease or complete mystery when I said what i said in this post and if you did feel anxious, im here to tell you im so sorry about that 😔

and while i sneak to fetch headcanons for rmy new blog, i wish that this year has been great for you 🥳

[floralcrowns]

with my previous post out, i’m going to start reaching out to my close friends for my move into my new blog. i feel guilty for writing this but if you find my new blog, i’d rather that you don’t follow me because high chances i wont follow back ; - ; im serious about just having a small circle of friends ..  i’m sorry, i don’t want to come off as cold or rude at all, i just no longer want to exhaust my mentality 👉👈

[floralcrowns]

hey guys its been a while :’) if you are reading this and still remember me thank you okay anyways but yes i am back, i would like to keep this post brief and to the point. it will be about what transpired and important updates for this blog

what transpired: so i was on hiatus because my step-father got covid from his workplace, then the entirety of my family did- the fever lasted the whole month of november but im doing much better now this december :’D i also completed the semester so no more of me complaining about turning in late 5 page essays pfff. i passed english and french! oh my god i had an oral exam in french and i got a C fhasjk the prof said i speak it well, i was just hesitant all i did in my hiatus was idle on my main blog, draw, and watch random youtube videos. this is all that happened when i was away.

for the important updates on this blog: i’d like to thank everyone for the messages of concern while i was away, i may not respond right away, but i read them all :’) and also apologize for how many threads i kept waiting, but i know you guys are very patient and understanding so thank you all over again 🙏

when i was away, it gave me so much space for me to think about my well-being and i came to an odd sounding conclusion: i think i’ll re-make this blog into a new one (?) and one of the reasons why is because i hold my hobby of drawing on the same level as roleplaying now, if not, maybe above roleplaying. for the sake of being able to balance both, i think i would want to prioritize my small circle of friends, people that i actually create meaningful plots with, instead of a big audience like i do here. i’ve always been an introvert 👉👈 i realize that by having a huge following, im not able to reach out to my close friends. its no one’s fault! just mine for trying to balance so much on my plate ...

i’m very inspired to do this so i will say to my followers, thank you for welcoming me into this fandom, for the weirdest shenanigans on the dashboard, for liking my posts --from the dumb ones where guzma says something stupid to the intricate headcanon ones--, for listening to me gush of rare pairs, and for making me feel included. i hope i made you feel the same ♡

p.s - this isn’t too dramatic, maybe you guys will see me around? because i do intend on reaching out to the rpers i befriended closely in this fandom and you might catch my new blog from their replies perhaps. but, i don’t think i’d be immediate to follow back, im sorry if you do see me and i dont reciprocate. i would want to reiterate now that it isn’t your fault but my nervous tendencies and want to preserve my close friends. im always open to making new friends, even if im very slow about it ♡

[floralcrowns]

hiatus because *karen smith voice from mean girls* im sick 👉👈

my family just learned recently that our step-dad tested positive for covid but we realized to late and most of my family has been going through fevers, me too. the worst part is that i lost my ability to taste OTL

ive been experiencing heavy fatigue and dizziness, but im okay really. i’ve been taking a break from tumblr but i thought i should really let you guys know right now. not sure when this fever would wear down, but i will let you guys know then. take care my majesties ✌️

[floralcrowns]

"Hmm~. Hugs or MORE hugs?"

MAKE MY MUSE CHOOSE

                    “Why do you narrow my choices to be just a hug, hm?”

                    HIS QUESTION SHOULD NOT BE MISTAKEN for displeasure, her question was far from making him upset. Like the light, pleasant patter of rain, the setting in which he adjusts his voice is to a quiet, constant sound. It seeks for something, an inner desire perhaps? Does the beautiful and coy Regina long for a form of affection that was beyond a hug? Or is she going to make him bring the idea to her? Ah, was the humble set of choices just a ploy? Whether it was or wasn’t, Guzma’s art is making a mortal feel like a god, like the most important being that ever existed on this earth. He does not think when Regina is at the forefront of his mind; slow-paced steps draw him inches closer. Guzma nears himself in a proximity that is only befitting of a couple and teases an idea with a smile.

                    “I think I can present you a new option, can I show you what it’d be?”

[floralcrowns]

socks with sandals or jackets with shorts

MAKE MY MUSE CHOOSE

                     “Hmm, at least socks with sandals create a new kind of ‘shoe’ ... and it’d protect ya from sand gettin’ on ya foot. Unlike a jacket with shorts, das’ gonna make you look like if you don’t know yer own self, whether yer cold or hot. Right? Somethin’ like that?”

                    He tries to make some logic out of an absurd question. At first, he conjures these thoughts if it were him having to accept one of the conditions. But the sassy in Guzma turns the tables against the other.

                    “I mean, both are gonna make you look like a cryptid in Alola.”

[floralcrowns]

flip flops or sandals, dude?

MAKE MY MUSE CHOOSE

                       “Sandals look sexier. See? I can be cultured; I can tell that there’s a difference between them.”

                         Unlike flip flops, sandals come in more unique forms and comfortable designs that anybody should favor over the annoying ‘y’ strap in a flip flop. Nanu, an iconic wearer of sandals, taught him well and wisely. Sandals bear some odd significance of the past, of when he was younger and he’d steal Nanu’s footwear by slipping them on with ease. The opening at the front was never a nuisance. Contrasting the flip flops that Hala would wear, the strap would sometimes interrupt his foot when he’d insert it on. That small interruption disabled him from even getting the chance to run with them.

[floralcrowns]

Cake or Pie?

MAKE MY MUSE CHOOSE

                     ARE THEY NOT SIMILAR?, he thinks at the start. The question makes him create a face of a raised brow and a dedicated gaze at the skies, as if the answer will be emblazoned in the clouds. Those white clouds ... it inspires the thought of his mother’s hair, voluminous and of a rare color. Guzma finds a comparison between the distorted shapes that they take and the times his mother’s hair would be a disheveled mess when she dared explore a new recipe for a cake. A cake of tres leches, it was no ordinary cake, it took many attempts to perfect. An ambition she would succeed only to ensure a pastry on the table for her son’s birthday.

                    “I ain’t no picky eater, but imma go with cake on this one.”

[floralcrowns]

"Ramen or malasada. I'm payin' so choose quickly."

MAKE MY MUSE CHOOSE

                      “Ramen.”

                      The answer is astonishingly immediate. A narrow-minded individual would assume that the response would be the latter as it is a pastry native to the Alola region, the land that he was born in, the glorified archipelago. In truth, the flavor of a malasada was more familiar in his mouth than the noodle soup. One of the most notable times he can recollect slurping this soup was in the rare instances his father, a Kantonian man, would invite the family for an outing, usually and only, selfishly, to celebrate his accomplishments. Even then, it was only one time, Guzma believed. He shouldn’t be mistaken however, this decision was not in any way to pay homage to his parental figure, no, it was the gratuitous offer that convinced a quick answer. Why not seize the opportunity for a meal that was a flavor of the past?

                      “Thank you, Streli~”

Came a proud chime that was polar opposite to her defeated proposal. It was rude to act this proud, but opportunities like these don’t come so often, Guzma might as well get comfortable in a seat and wait for the preparation of his food like a majesty.

[old-fashioned-boy]

Make my muse choose between _____ & _____.

[floralcrowns]

Its not the first time shes seen tattoos on a person, but this was one of the first time she was familiar enough to dare and ask about it. Rosie fixated her golden eyes on colors embedded in the skin of the skullboss, brows furrowed with deep thought.. she must warm her throat up for words, but she acts without thinking. Standing on her tiptoes, she skims her fingers along the exposed inked skin at the collar of his shirt, "Why do that?.. whats it for?"

                    IT WAS AN INNOCENCE PERFUMED WITH INTIMACY. Her gentle caress was the ritual that conjured his attention and access to the deepest lanes of his memory. Rosie once stood before him, and all of the damned with nothing but a feral rage. A rage that they all came to realize it was out of fright, an instinctive, defensive, reaction to the unknown. In truth, the trashing sound of glass and growls is what drew him to her. There was so much mess and emotion in her bout of anxiety the night she broke into their household, Guzma wanted her to know that there is beauty in a breakdown. When he vandalized this once luxurious mansion and noted how its rain-worn roof, dried-up walls, and unstable structure had the ability to attract the abandoned, he discovered that he was put on this earth to father the unwanted children. Remembering the feral nature that kept her at an arm’s length from everyone around her in this mansion, why, it awakens a crescent on his lips to have her in his orbit at this very moment.

His greys will never be her golds, but his sight fixates so strongly on her eyes, he wonders if she sees what he does. A blossoming.

Nobody really can’t measure their own growth without the eyes of another. Guzma never catches his ever-inflating wisdom when he consoles every bleeding heart in his vicinity. If he were asked ‘do you feel yourself growing?’ he’d foolishly gesture at his towering height. This abused man would never account all the instances he healed another when in his eyes, it was nothing but ‘something that was meant to be done.’ The only blossoming Guzma was able to see was Rosie, and Rosie the flora that teased one of its long petals above his shirt.

                    “My tattoos?”

Came a voice that was tired from so much thinking, but relieved that his mind was no longer enchanted in that pensive state. It was the kind of relief one experiences after walking for so long, you finally breathe when you get to sit down. Soft and breathy. Guzma gives attention to his own body as if he never stared down at the art on his skin before. And everything that he sees today takes him to the past. This time, of when the tapestry became a part of his flesh. Oh, thinking is too exhausting, why not voice the story?

                    “My ma would tell me that these tattoos would protect and heal my body … You ever heard of that before, Rosie?”

[floralcrowns]

hau is one of those characters that lives in my head rent-free but don’t often talk about because ... he isn’t as popular ... but Him ...

[floralcrowns]

I want to consider starting commissions but issues that I have in doing so is:

I feel intimidated because I’ve never done so before-

All that I ever draw is Guzma and I fear that if I’m asked to draw anyone else I will portray them horribly-

[floralcrowns]

one of my ambitions is honing my art skills to the point where i can make an income from it before i get my associates degree because i have absolutely no motivation for college and have no idea what i even want to be

[floralcrowns]

Please stop Guzma gon make me act up 🥵

I made myself act up when I drew him 😌 but to respond properly This ask gives me immense honor ... I never thought my artwork was going to garner compliments like these, ever- I hope to keep on making you proud my friend you are a great support to me 😤💖

[floralcrowns]

pfff it looks like he’s aboutta knock ur lights out with the way i drew that blurry fist :’)

[floralcrowns]

okay instead of punching you, he takes a cig .. i like the illusion with the smoke i drew :’D

this was supposed to be an artwork for dia de los muertos but i was so busy on october to get in done on time for november 1st OTL