#flor fic

[floristquills]

Writing a fic that follows my headcanon with the masquerade masks using fae magic to cloak appearances and voices, so everyone is truly unknown to each other, but in my mind the clothes aren't necessarily cloaked so it's just like. Gee, I wonder who is wearing the blue suit covered in sunflowers. No one will ever know...

[sotogalmo]

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63645337

𝗢𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗹, 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱— the lesson sinking even deeper as she watches the two (living beings). It's a hard lump in her throat and painful punch in her chest, even if she felt worse before (with the fact that she's a ghost). This is just one of those times where the realization hits and makes her think— “ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴄʟᴀᴡꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴛᴡᴏ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ? ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ—” 【Or: Flor and the woes of being immortal even if she is a ghost 】

@tsukacchako / @astoryofsuchwoe / @friedclownshrimp <- only tagging because now I'll also be making Flor content on AO3. ( @argyronetaquatica : very implied mill mentions)

[floristquills]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Flight SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Shelby Grace | Shubble & InfiniteDrift & Scott Major | Smajor1995 Characters: Scott Major | Smajor1995, InfiniteDrift (Video Blogging RPF), Shelby Grace | Shubble Additional Tags: Mentioned Jack | Pyroscythe, Scott Major | Smajor1995-centric, Scott Major | Smajor1995 Needs a Hug, Scott Major | Smajor1995 Has Ice Powers, Magic, Ice Powers, Hypothermia, Freezing, Ice, Nightmares, Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Crying, What-If, Fear Summary:

Scott has a repeating dream. He's had it all his life, at least as long as he remembers.

Like a child in a field of snow, Scott reaches out for his parents. Crying, screaming, pleading. But they never turn back as they leave him.

This time, it goes worse than just the snow of a field.

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"You're not going to hurt us," Drift lied.

[floristquills]

*tap taps on your window and shakes a jar with a few coins, dice and some dirt*

Any crumbs of anything on your mind recently please?

(fic, headcanons, drabbles, sketches, doodles, literally anything)

Pretty please 👉👈

This is a shockingly hard ask for me, not because I don't have ideas kicking around (I've got hundreds that I've bothered to write down alone x.x), but because I either post them right away on here, or I hoard them because I don't want to spoil with the potential that I write and post something proper for them one day lol. But honestly I should hoard less, so!

Here is the opener to a Vampires' AU where Louis and Owen find and accidentally wake Scott from his coffin while Louis was preparing his place to turn Owen. Scott decides to play the social game with Louis to regain control of Oakhurst, but along the way manages to subvert the murder of Louis and thus Owen going off the deep end; politics, Scott and Owen reluctant allyship to keep Louis alive, eventual bonding and the power of friendship for everyone, huzzah!

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Scott has found himself in quite the awkward predicament.

A tea cup full of deep red liquid is placed delicately before him, slim clawed fingers doing so with grace. Politely, Scott smiles and nods his head. The man—vampire, given the white hair and red eyes and clean scent—giving him the blood attempts an equal expression, though it is far more paper and thin. Not that Scott can blame him.

After all, it may only be more awkward for one to have the rightful ruler return when you are the un-rightful ruler, than to be the vice versa.

The vampire sits across the round table from him, linking his fingers and crossing his legs. There's an air of dignity to him which at least reveals a noble upbringing, if still one that obviously did not teach to keep one's fingers in their own business.

Not breaking the silence, Scott picks the cup up and takes a small sip. The blood is clean and warmed, though animal. Scott is slightly too hungery to discern what type, exactly, but he manages to keep his movements smooth as he sets the cup back down. Lips lightly wetted as he meets the vampire's eyes once more.

It goes on like that, silent and drawn out.

There is plenty to take in, and the silence only serves Scott. Gives him times to wake up from the stuttery magical sleep still sticking to him, to take in his surroundings, to collect his mind. While the vampire may be more patient, Scott is happy to gather whatever is given to him so easily like this. Utterly generous.

Just as Scott begins to think that enough time has passed that he can take another sip of the blood without appearing ravenous, a hand slaps down on the table.

Both Scott and the other vampire turn. The human sitting between them is squinting back.

"Who are you and what were you doing in Louis' basement?" The human demands.

Scott tilts his head slightly to the side, examining the human in earnest for the first time. The man is disheveled, which is frankly putting it politely. And Scott has no real urge to describe him politely, on account of how inadequate a sight it is.

The man's face is covered with unkempt and uncared for waves of hair, limp brown. Underneath which, the originally assumed impressive pallor of his skin is revealed to be thick swaths of bandages, wrapped around so much of his skin that it is hard to discern the quality of what lays beneath. Mottling peeks out, and paired with the thin body, poor posture, and appearance of bad health despite age, Scott assumes that he is sickly. Which is frankly an odd and embarrassing servant for this vampire to have, let alone considering that he is apparently not trained in decorum.

"Owen," The vampire scolds, setting his hand on the human's. Then, he pushes it off of the table with a soft smile. When he turns it to Scott, it is once more made brittler. "My Fledgling."

"Ah," Scott says, as it does explain quite a lot.

Though even more so, it sets judgment within Scott's mouth. Why would a vampire choose a human like this to take on as a Fledgling? It may be true that some Sires like them challenging and needy, but this is ridiculous.

Without as much worry, Scott takes another sip of the blood. Cow's.

"Do you posses a name and title likewise?" Scott asks, smiling.

"Mayor Louis of Oakhurst," The vampire says

"Mayor?" Scott asks, mildly surprised. He assumed the man was of higher peerage. "Shall the lord be making an appearance later?"

Louis smooths a smile across his face, pressing a hand to his chest.

"Oakhurst does not have a lord. We have had only a mayor for over a hundred years," Louis says.

"Ah," Scott says. Drier.

What have these stupid peasants done to his land while he slept?

"Quite in luck, I am the lord of Oakhurst myself, Lord Scott Goldsmith," Scott says.

"Hm," Louis says, a line appearing between his brows. "The Goldsmiths have not ruled Oakhurst is nearly four hundred years."

"My, that does seem about right for the amount of time I was sleeping," Scott says, pressing a palm to his cheek as though in thought.

"Does it?" Louis asks.

"Yes," Scott says.

"Hm," Louis says.

The staring and silence commences once more. It is even tenser now. And even more comfortable for Scott, as he battles himself to not smile truthfully. A mayor vampire, arguably not true nobility, who has a poorly trained and chosen fledgling and seemingly not much more.

Things could be much, much worse for Scott here after so much time. What luck.

"And why were you buried beneath Louis' house?" Owen repeats, earning eyes on him once more.

From how he shies down at them, one would think he doesn't like the attention. And yet, he opened his mouth once more.

"Vampire hunters staked me and placed me down there," Scott says simply.

"I see," Louis says, frowning and touching his chin.

"Yes, quite the vexing affair, truly. I should really see to those responsible. But, until then, retaking my rule of Oakhurst will suffice," Scott says.

"You—!"

"Owen, give us a private moment, will you not?" Louis dismisses. When it seems like Owen will argue, he adds: "Please."

Glaring at Scott all the way, Owen stands and stalks out of the room. He will not be going far, but it scarcely matters. It is not as though he poses any real threat.

"I must make it clear, Mister Goldsmith, that you shall not be retaking the rule of Oakhurst from me in any such forward manner. It is not just a case of power for me, but I care for my humans very deeply, and until I know that you are trustworthy of a similar cause, I can not allow it. The reputation of the Goldsmiths was not so kind," Louis says, genuinely appearing afflicted.

Scott tilts his head slightly. "And how shall you see to that?"

"Well, if you make push come about, I will have to kill you," Louis says, smiling gently. "I do not wish to see that fate for you. But I have a duty to my humans."

At the moment, Scott is certainly outclassed to the point that he shall be killed by the vampire before him if he tries. Four hundred years without blood, and injured at the start of that, Scott has been in far better shape. It may take years to return to his full state. And though Scott has some confidence that perhaps he could take on the vampire before him slightly weaker than his peak, in months or maybe weeks, it would be a challenge.

The other options are more complicated. Ways of politics. Gaining support, allies, there are surely still vampires in the world who owe Scott favors. Who owe him their immortal life. After four hundred years, likely not many. But some.

Though without that… There is always the mayor himself. He is an unknown entity, but he appears a bleeding heart of sorts.

Scott needs more information.

"And what of if I share your beliefs alongside my rightful claim to the lordship?" Scott asks politely.

"If that were to be the case, then I suppose there are more discussions to be had about the political structure of Oakhurst," Louis says carefully.

"Mayors so oft have lords," Scott says.

"That is true," Louis says, eyeing him. "As stated, power is not my motivator. Should the lord be someone I trust, I would not necessarily be opposed."

"I see," Scott says.

He sits back in his chair and drains his cup of blood. While he does it, he carefully examines the choices before him. Brute force, gaining allies, or working with Louis. In order of possible consequences: permanent death with failure, difficulty of being four hundred years out of the court, or being forced to kiss upon a lowly play-pretend mayor.

Well, Scott has kissed upon less beautiful men before.

Scott sets his empty cup down carefully.

"Then it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mayor Louis," Scott says, spreading a pretty smile across his lips.

Louis smiles back, appearing only mildly exhausted and strained. "Likewise."

[floristquills]

just for your information I am clawing at the walls, foaming at the mouth, tearing sheets, bouncing on the bed, planning homicide, making beadart waiting for the next chapter of "does taking it back make it all better"

*gives baby Scott a security blanket and leads Legs out of the room so he can throw up in private*

Aw, I do appreciate <33 I'm kinda in the dumps rn motivation wise towards vsmp fics, what with *everything* lol (and also irl is peak stress rn, I'm dyinggg x.x). But I do want to finish that one and some others! Just might be a bit, but that one's lots of fun, so. Eventuallyyyyyy

Also baby Scott would be so offended. Does it look like he needs to be coddled?? Hmph!! -secretly hides under blanket when no one is looking-

[floristquills]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Bannerfall SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Scott Major | Smajor1995 & Nominalgravy Characters: Scott Major | Smajor1995, Nominalgravy (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Minor Mae | Maezes & Scott Major | Smajor1995, Mentioned Mae | Maezes, Scott Major | Smajor1995-centric, Scott Major | Smajor1995 Needs a Hug, Hurt Scott Major | Smajor1995, Self-Harm, Blood and Injury, Burns, Cutting, Potions, Pain, Scars, Graphic Description, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Magic, Self-Esteem Issues, Character Study, Traumatized Scott Major | Smajor1995, Scott Major | Smajor1995 Has an Anxiety Disorder, Mental Health Issues, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Relationship Problems, Angst Summary:

With Nom coming into the monarchy and declaring preparations for the upcoming war his top priority, Scott is quickly assigned to supplying the kingdom with enough potions to keep their people alive through the inevitable fighting. The problem is, despite Nom's trust and belief in Scott's abilities, he doesn't feel quite as confident in himself. And if he fails at properly brewing a potion meant to heal a dying soldier or citizen, then their death will fall solely on his hands.

Thus, Scott makes the logical choice: to test his potions for efficacy before distributing them to the kingdom. The safest plan, really... Except for how the only way to test potions meant to heal is through applying them to injuries.

Scott quickly solves that issue as well.

[floristquills]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/8 Fandom: The Flight SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jack | Pyroscythe/Scott Major | Smajor1995, Maddy | Millkberry & Scott Major | Smajor1995 Characters: Scott Major | Smajor1995, Jack | Pyroscythe, Maddy | Millkberry, InfiniteDrift (Video Blogging RPF), Shelby Grace | Shubble, Aurora the Dragon (The Flight SMP), Cindermeare the Dragon (The Flight SMP) Additional Tags: Brief Shelby Grace | Shubble & InfiniteDrift & Scott Major | Smajor1995, Scott Major | Smajor1995-centric, Scott Major | Smajor1995 Needs a Hug, Corruption, Mind Control, Manipulation, False Identity, Corrupted Pyroscythe, Angst, Internalized Homophobia, Outing, Implied/Referenced Sex, Kissing, Scott Major | Smajor1995 Has Ice Powers, Illnesses, Blood and Injury, Abuse, the corruption is a shitty boyfriend Summary:

Seemingly out of nowhere and with no warning, Pyro returns to Tegrith, set on picking his life right back up where he left it eight years ago. Scott has no idea what to think about the man who used to be his best friend, who abandoned them all once, but is now promising that he's here to stay.

Especially with how he's saying that he's back for Scott specifically.

Both of them have changed in their time apart, but Scott swears that there's something different about Pyro. Has he just matured? Did he go though something awful while away from home? Or is it something more?

On top of Scott's whirlwind of conflicted emotions, Tegrith is threatened by a strange corrupting force like no one has ever seen before. Except maybe Pyro...

[floristquills]

Just wanted to let you know how much I love your writting style and your fics. I get so exited when I see an update for "If you need me ill be in my coffin" because I think your one of the few authors who has the character personalities and interactions down. Thank you so much for all you do i will wait for how ever long you need to get the motivation/time to write

Thank you once again

Thank you ;_; I am dead, but I hope I shall revive soon 🙏