#The outlandish Bellossom

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The attention Peaches is getting does little to break her reverie, causing her trainer to fill in the gaps rather frankly. "She's– a damn card, I can tell ya that much." Truthfully, she's far more than that: operating at a level of strength that exceeds convention, this is no Slaking to fool around with. The flicker of a wicked grin flashes across May's lips, however, when considering the potential here for a future battle—and a real opportunity to turn Gold into a believer. "I'd be worried for good ol' Claude, honestly."

It isn't long before the man's accompanying monsters join the growing entourage, each one receiving a warm greeting from the Hoennite. "Nice t'meet all of y'all, too—play nice, 'k?" This is primarily directed towards Balthazar and Gold's ferocious-looking Charmeleon, the two in the middle of a stand-off of sorts. May marvels at the fire type's sheen, returning their chirp with one of her own; her eyes then dart to Balthazar who'd been looking earnestly in her direction, the startle of her glare causing him to scamper away from the group.

"Rascal..." From pure habit, May extends an arm to scritch behind the Persian's ear, earning herself a rumbling purr. She isn't surprised the formidable cat-like beast has warmed up to her, and so quickly; the Hoennite has always displayed an almost feline instinct, something her mother, June, first noted during her daughter's early developmental stages. Agile, independent, inquisitive...

Not unlike the beasts that ruled over the rainforests back home.

"A beautiful crew ya got here—everybody seems t'be in tip-top shape! All healthy, and happy," she issues another small wave towards the Bellossom, her own Absol perking up and sauntering to inspect the sprite-like grass type closer. His head hangs low as he continues moseying forth with a bashfulness about him, unassuming in his careful approach.

As the dynamics outside of Mossui's community center shift, the appearance of two Champions seems to have stolen the attention of those still busying about at this hour. Whispers from passing pedestrians greet May's ears, many expressing starstruck intrigue and shameless curiosity. Though her presence in the public sphere had been nonexistent during her absence from duty, May had become a household name long before even securing Ever Grande's Championship title. Such attention should be easily digestible by now, all things considered.

Though most wouldn't expect, from outer appearances, that May would possess any sort of humility. As it'd be, the reverse is truer to her soul—even after achieving so much, having millions of fans across the globe feels excessive to her, and something far too outlandish to be tethered to her now-reality.

Thoughts that are neither here nor there, she concludes for the time being, as her feet take towards a booth not far from the lobby's main entrance. The convenience of the location allows her to keep eyes on the mingling Pokemon: as gracious as the villagers have been, any friendly fire that might erupt between the monsters socializing could end with the entire village being reduced to ash.

All it'd take is for someone to bump into Peaches as she's resting. A shiver travels up May's spine, watching as The "Lazy" Pokemon begins to doze off while rolling onto her back.

Thankfully the eatery's menu is straight-forward enough, its delicacies not unlike cuisine found throughout Hoenn, Johto, and their neighboring regions. After reviewing her options, May's order is made with a quickness:

"'Scuse me, hey, can I grab uhhm– eight orders of the Kitakami Fried Noodles? Four of the Candy Razz Berry sticks, too, and... ooh, four of the Alola Blue Shaved Ices? So glad y'all carry that brand of syrup here." May fiddles within her Wailmer-shaped coin purse, tattered and worn after having adventured alongside her for so long, while trading glances back between the roaming party members. Handing over foreign currency that had been exchanged at customs prior to arrival, the Champion shimmies to the side so those in line could step up to order as well.

"Don't think this is all for me, aight... Peaches is gonna inhale five of these noodle meals down in two seconds flat." Salem would nibble at one meal, though the Candy Razz Berries would suit his palate more so; its candy shell, as familiar as May is with its ingredients, is safe for certain Pokemon, as is the syrup drizzled over the shaved ices being prepared behind the storefront's street-facing window.

For Balthazar, May rummages within her knapsack haphazardly before emitting a sigh. 'Good', she takes inventory briefly, 'still gotta lot of the mix that I made with Roxanne left. Should be enough to last th' trip.' Volcanic rocks broken and cut with limestone and traces of raw gems—a world-class concoction crafted through May and the Rustboro Gym Leader's joint efforts, to provide all the necessary nutrition a Sableye would need when out of their dark, cold element.

Her last party member, Wilma, will have to be taken somewhere isolated later for her feeding. May's come to realize her newest partner isn't as fond of noodles and sweets as she is for flesh, blood, and entrails.

Gold dutifully follows May back outside, noting how quickly night has started to fall. His eyes drift to the nesting Hoothoot and its enough to make him smile; it reminds him so much of his own hometown of New Bark, or maybe Violet City. The other bug types beyond the village's boundaries were just as much reminders, too. Even so, for once Gold didn't neccesarily pine to the extent he wanted to be home.

He had to thank May for that, honestly.

"They don't, I imagine." He replies to her with a smile. That wasn't always true, mind, but it generally held true. The idea of all-night food places would likely be foreign here, at least for a while longer.

He almost doesn't notice she's stopped and withdrawn three Pokeballs before they're launched into the air, disgorging their respective monsters. Gold doesn't recognize them individually, but at least he does recognize their species. All of them, he can tell from a glance, are incredibly well trained (as is expected) but its the Slaking that draws his interest the most.

At least she would if the Sableye wasn't running circles around him. Gold laughs softly and gently reaches down to greet the excitable goblin. "Hello to you too." He murmurs, before he looks back to May.

"They are all exactly what I expect of you, and I am glad to meet them. Frankly, I could hardly imagine any of your Pokemon being 'domesticated'" He chuckles playfully, before his eyes drift to the massive lazy creature again. "I have heard a lot of stories about Slaking, and how difficult they can be to work with to any degree. Most trainers don't bother, but I'm fairly sure she'd have no trouble matching fists with Claude in a good day."

He's a little intimidated, in truth. Not by the Slaking herself, but by what it represents. May took a Pokemon that manages to be lazier than a Snorlax, even in battle, and raised it to its absolute peak of power - which was amongst the highest in the world. He'd heard even more intimidating tales about trainers who'd utilized certain attacks in double battles to remove a Slaking's slothful nature and allow it to go all out at all times, but he didn't ask. He didn't want to give her ideas.

Ah, manners.

Gold plucks his own Pokeballs free and tosses them into the air for his own trio to join the gathering.

Soushi's big for a Charmeleon; eye height with either of the humans and all lean and predatory muscle. The air around them gets hotter as her firey tail sways back and forth, her gaze snapping to the little hectic Sableye running about like a madman. He moves like a meal, and Gold has to gently click his fingers to break her focus. She looks back to May and chrips a greeting.

The Bellossom, ever the social butterfly, hops over to May and greets her excitedly before waddling off to say hello to all of the new Pokemon, too, even circling around to say hello to Peaches. He was, as one would say, a social butterfree and then some.

Admetus, meanwhile, yawns and stretches the moment he's free from the ball's confines. He's huge for a Persian, easily the size of a Pyroar or one of the larger felines. He takes a moment to preen himself before he looks to May and, languidly, approaches to rub down one side of her leg, circle, and down the other with a contented purr.

That makes Gold blink.

"Soushi, Rui, and Admetus respectively." Gold smiles. "-- Admetus usually isn't nearly so social with strangers. He likes you."

Its no wonder. Hell; most of the time Gold has to worry whether or not the Persian will decide to be irritable with those he doesn't know. Still, the talk of food makes everyone perk up.

"I'm sure it will do. Everything here will no doubt be made by hand, whatever they may serve."

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A giant pot of very angry flower. Direct contact is inadvisable. 

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Hope all of you are doing well. Have a doodle for now. Current state of affairs under the read more.

Hello followers, I’m slowly getting out of the rut of things but it’s still an uphill climb. A few months ago I was going to steer the plot/premise of this blog into a far more darker tone but then realized I don’t want that (especially since I had a recent visit to the emergency room thanks to going full tilt.).

I really want to try to draw out asks at least in colors but I’m in that conflicted stage about how I want to do them. I also have a new tablet, unfortunately, Sai does not like it at all so I had to resort to learning how to use Krita... it’s a messy work in progress. The only thing I’ve been doing is doodling in Drawpile and I am pretty sure no one wants to see messy sketches, especially to be used for answering stuff in the inbox.

Unless you all want to prove me wrong that is, which brings me to asking the 4am question: What medium do you feel comfortable seeing hereL Traditional sketching, Drawpile Doodles, Digital flats? I sketch from time to time traditionally so I am competent in working with that. Drawpile has be the digital version of sketching and has been the go to when I want to empty my brain out or try to vent. Doing digital works take quite a while for me to get done since I’m trying to make sure it doesn’t look like vomit while I’m trying to learn a new way or method of coloring.

Please let me know, feedback helps me out and often helps my shattered artistic confidence. Thanks for reading and sticking with me.

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A heated exchange of words maybe

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[During the night, in various places, The Outlandish Bellossom is has been seen traversing in slow paces. Perhaps the curious would like to know what he is up to?]

???? - 0/10

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(DailyEmeliaAndLife) 💕 for Emelia if you're willing to?

I think he is sensing a dreadful pattern here, and it’s not from the death grip squeeze. (Still doing them, just staring at the empty askbox)

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💕-from Erin

This however is probably going to wake him up.

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I’m finally home and scanned this in. Looks much nicer now.

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???: “............ Why is he here?! WHEN DID THIS HAPPENED?” ????: “The guys in the order thought he was some just some tiny hand maid or something. After what happened at the tournament that was no surprise.” ?????: “The scary part is when ol Barron messed with him, Barron got put head first into the dirt! It happened so fast!” ????: “Wait so that’s HOW that bar fight happened in the Order’s Barracks?” ?????: “Remember when the Captain came in to a vine infested place afterwards? Captain was..........”

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For the crackship meme/milestone, think he can handle some time with my Erin?

“Taking up after his father, guess he kinda grew on him after a while…”

(I saw the ref and ran with the banter cause I am that kind of dork.)

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Rough sketching of the Outlandish Bellossom confronting a Thundurus, just a practice sketching. Perhaps the Thundurus fired lighting at the wrong place and time.

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(askdeshi) Deshi: *He took a good look at the now bandaged Bellossom.* "Would you be kind and give a explanation as to what happened to you in details you can provide? Those wounds do resemble that you were involved in some kind of fight." *The Cacturne observed, having his arms crossed.*

[With arms folded, the Bellossom looks down blankly as he recalls the events that transpired.] ((Story segment contains the following: Conflict, burning))

“On my way back to my home, I came to find that it has be destroyed and leveled by a colony of Durants… Apparently, they thought it was a fantastic idea to just destroy everything to make a nest. So when I came into view they saw me as a threat, and well…”

“They thought it was a great idea to launch an attack at me, so I started to set them on fire.” [The Bellossom recalled as he thought about the just how fast things escalated. Though this wasn’t new for him to be in such a situation like that.]

“The deal with Durants… they don’t come in twos or threes or even fives…” [The outlandish Bellossom added]

“No, they come in have whatever they have in the colony, and trust me: counting how many were there means nothing when the moment you take down just one there’s twelve taking it’s place…” 

“Safe to say that I had a rather busy night…” [The Bellossom said, finishing what he recalled during the night of fighting.]

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Part of the results of the Stream I did, the rest of my sketchings are part of something bigger thatn I’m working on. 

After talking about video games for so long I just kinda pulled @dragonoak-kingdom‘s Darina for a goofy non-canon thing cause videogames....

Yeah Videogames. I’m sure they don’t mind.

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I told myself I was going to draw today for one of the two asks I got over the span of months.

I failed miserably to stream it today. Thanks headache.

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I was tempted to flag this as adult/NSFW.... 

Because this is too hot for Tumblr.

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I’ve made the outlandish Bellossom 500% prettier, I don’t have to explain to you my sleep deprivation judgement choices.