#oc Florence

[scientist-of-love]

new fursona! see him. he's a shark

[peapod20001]

The twins!! Frankie and Florence!!

Florence is the “older” twin (I say that loosely cus they were quite literally born at the same time. Florence just grows faster than Frankie, she’s quite literally the bigger sister lol). She very much still takes on the older sister role with Frankie tho, love-hate and all. Sword fighting is her love and life, and she’d probably strangle Frankie with her hair if he tried to dabble in it (thankfully he’s not a sports guy). She doesn’t like to share (with Frankie) and has a tendency to view people as less than her unless they can prove otherwise. If you are someone she cares about she is fiercely loyal and won’t let you say no to her help. She puts her 100% into everything she does and will not settle for less (even if it hurts her in some way). She has a hard time understanding people and how they feel, so she comes off as mean or cold (even if that isn’t her intention). She tries very hard to be strong, she refuses to show weakness, and she thinks low of herself if she can’t live up to her own expectations.

Frankie is the “younger” twin. He does take on more of the younger sibling role between the two in that he tends to get what whatever he wants from everyone and gets kinda butt hurt when things don’t go his way. With that said, he does not go through life thinking he’s the king of the world entitled to everything. He’s very good with people (which is why they like him) and he’s got a calming air about him. He’s a very mellow fellow, or at least that’s usually how he comes across. If you really know him you’ll catch on to the fact that he’s got some strong OCD that makes him literally lose his mind if he’s left to his own devices (which is why he tries to surround himself with good people and a more predictable day-to-day life). He’s very understanding of people’s needs and is very good at recognizing the intricacies of people and their lives. He tries very hard to be independent, he won’t take handouts from people, and he has a hard time asking for help (so much so that he could literally be on the verge of death and he won’t even make a peep about it to anyone).

They both love their dad and want to prove themselves to him (they also want to prove that they are capable and independent adults that don’t need their daddy’s assistance 24/7), so they moved out of his home in order to pursue their dreams and make something of themselves. They try to out-do each other all the time, they still haven’t caught onto the fact their bickering reminds their dad of when they were kids (and that they don’t need to prove their worth to him).

[thesquiddlesquad]

New character alert! This is Florence, or Florrie, another friend of Renée's and Melissa's from school. Florrie is the cheerful, sociable type. She can be a bit ditzy and doesn't have the best impulse control, but she has a good heart.

Melissa, in contrast, is usually the serious one. She's certainly serious about going to college. She's never been interested in heterosexual marriage and motherhood (something most people expect her to outgrow), and since marrying a woman isn't an option and living alone isn't really an option either, Melissa's life plan is to stay with her father. Unfortunately, it doesn't quite pan out that way.

Renée changes her mind a lot about what she wants. She's prone to being dazzled by the shiny new idea, and takes inspiration from whoever she thinks is cool. This interaction with Melissa plants the seed of 'college' inside her mind, but it doesn't sprout until much later.

[infestedviscera]

Sequel to the other piece

[leavemetoplaythesims]

she wants to go back (x)

before:

[axolotaquestions]

I think about that one part in SoS very often thank you for asking (no one asked)

[mtsodie]

part 1/4 (?) rosalina : 3 my beautiful baby angel

[sodacrushin]

AH! more a rt

[artist-rat]

This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife?

[xgoldenlatiasx]

Blake when Reshiram suddenly disappears, only to later find out it flew all the goddamn way to Blueberry Academy just because it wanted a snackytreat:

[planefood]

@somebodytolove31 asked: "For Randy and Florence: how did you two meet eachother?"

Randy is now very happily married to "The Grimace"

[skullinacowboyhat]

no girl don't sacrifice yourself to the horrors....

[peapod20001]

20 nd 26 Florence

20. Can they admit they’re wrong?

26. Do they want to be remembered when they’re gone? What would they like to be remembered as?

She wants to be remembered as…

[infestedviscera]

Forcing myself out of art block, here’s Florence in Sanguine Dreams universe

[dozing--zzz]

new art featuring more ocs 🤭 this is florence, a gem fae tinkerer. the hand is ann, the witch from the previous post!

i love florence, they're so cute 🥲 shes so polite, even when ann is messing with her. ❤️

[whumpsoda]

How did Florence end up as a pet?

Masterlist

cw: pet whump, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, betrayal, whumper turned whumpee, Institutionalized slavery, conditioned whumpee

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He screamed again, impossibly louder this time, echoing over the fluorescent white plastered over the room’s entirety. The sounds clawed his throat red and raw, but he couldn’t stop. If he did, they’d have won. 

At the very beginning his yelling had contained actual words, curses and such, which had eventually twisted into fiery, fury filled cries of nonsense. It wouldn’t do anything for him, he knew, and yet he couldn’t allow himself to stop. He’d had so many trainees do the same, and he’d never so much as wished someone would listen until it was him. 

He desperately blinked away oncoming tears, a mixture of moisture made from unbridled anger and horror. Screaming, screaming, and screaming into the abyss, globs of spit flying past his lips as he fought tirelessly against the restraints with no give in return. 

Fuck this. Fuck this. 

Finally he slumped to the wall, cold and painfully white, the same he’d been surrounding himself with since he’d been accepted as a handler years ago, climbing up the ranks quick. He had pure talent in breaking in pets, and they were throwing him away, just like that? Just because someone made a mistake they shouldn’t have and he was the one deemed to take the blame?

They-

They couldn’t-

Oh, but they very much could.

WRU had been stealing people off the streets for God knows how long, what would be the issue in taking one of their very own? Soon enough they’d be using his very own techniques to knock the rocks out of his head, leaving him brainlessly groveling at their fucking feet. And he wouldn’t know any better, because they’d utilize the drip to get him there, wiping him to a blank slate like all the property they called boxie’s.

Still adorned in his handler uniform, he was sure they would soon enough replace it with the standard white shirt and black shorts all of the trainees got. Because, at least to WRU, he was officially a trainee. The realization made his belly churn, tying itself in coarse knots.

Pounding his feet to the floor he again howled, shaking himself around to make as much of a commotion possible.

A strangled shriek, this time wild with pain, sounded as the coarse collar strapped around his neck went off, the same shock he had suscepted so many pets to crackling into his flesh. Keeled over he shook with intensity, croaking wails erupting from a spot inside he’d never before heard.

As the shock soon ceased he trembled, beads of sweat cascading from his scalp. “S- s- st- op!”

The click of the door and thumping of boots, the same he wore, were audible as a juicy dribble of spit fell to the floor. “Welcome to training, 942065.” Someone sang, and he knew just who it was. “What? Not excited?”

His skittish gaze met with that of his coworker’s, Arthur fucking Everett. The guy he’d been out for countless drinks with, the guy he’d invited into his home, the guy he could have even someday called a friend.

A nerve almost popped right then and there as his rage skyrocketed. “F- fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck all of this!” 

“Woah there, ‘065, none of that was an appropriate way to speak to your superior, was it? I assumed you’d already be familiar with the rules, but I suppose we’ll just have to work on those like any other trainee.”

Seething, the trainee spat through gritted, quivering teeth. “I- I’m goi- ng to f- fucking kill you.”

Everett merely waved him off. “Sure you are, ‘065, I’d love to see that.” 

“Fuck you!”

“Ah, ah, ah. I wouldn’t recommend that, ‘065. Not unless you’re looking for more discipline.” Everett tisked, halting his newest trainee with the threat of another shock. His thumb wavered over the dreaded button as he kneeled to his former coworker’s level. “Y’know what, ‘065? Would you like to know your designation? Or should I keep it a surprise?”

“Shut up! Shut up, shut the fuck up! You know my fucking name!” He shook his head fiercely, like the feral animal he appeared to be.

“Trainees don’t have names, ‘065, only numbers. I have no clue what you’re on about.”

“My name is-!”

The pet blinked slow, eyes a hollowed out and hazy green. “My… name…?” He mumbled, brows furrowed in puzzlement as he cocked his head like the confused dog he was. He wanted to appease Handler Everett, to give him the right answer, and this seemed to be a trick. ‘065 was good at recognizing tricks.

His handler nodded. He spoke sharply, confident in himself and his words. “Yes, trainee, your name.”

‘065 took a drawn out moment to think, recalling in his mind exactly what he needed to say. Unlike Handler Everett, he spoke slow and heavy, making sure every word was perfectly mechanical. “Trainees don’t… have names. Would you like… my designation, Handler Everett?” He looked to his handler with wide eyes, teeth peeking out from his gently parted lips.

“Good boy, ‘065.” Handler Everett cooed, gifting ‘065 a pat to the head, the most gentle touch he would ever receive in the facility, something he was eternally grateful for. “That’s just what I wanted to hear. You’ve come a long way in your training, y’know.”

The trainee practically drooled over the prospect of pleasing his superior. “Really, handler Everett?”

His handler huffed a chuckle. “Really, ‘065.”

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