#treebury upon avon crispin

[hildegardladyofbones]

@outlying-hyppocrate I could've finished this DAYS ago if i didn't have to participate in society. Nevertheless, I sincerely hope you like this. I wish I could've added more accessories, but I simply couldn't come up with anything. I might add more when i draw the treebury gang in the future (because i fully intend on doing that)

Ps. I realized only now that I forgot to add the flower to the first picture.

Pps. What species are we? We all have pointy ears

[outlying-hyppocrate]

some doodles centered around crispin viscera of treebury upon avon (aka pretty flowerboy) featuring mentions of @dashadowgirl and @felixlib (:<

[flowerboy-viscera]

~ additional details.

please send all letters to the house on the hill near floresta, the flower stall, where my lovely colleague, cohabitor, and friend, star, can collect them and ensure that i receive them. i am not often inside of the house itself as i am preoccupied with work and my flowers and such

do not refer to me as a vampire. i am not a vampire, but my mother was, which causes me to exhibit "vampiric" behavior and symptoms. it's purely genetic and nothing more

that being said. do not ask about my age

i am also half-elf, as most of the treebury residents are elves, such as my father was. i did not know him. my mother never spoke of him

if you find me sleeping in the grass amongst the flowers i recommend that you do not wake me up. the only exception is if i am lying in the sun. the sun makes me feel,, unwell

my flowers speak to me at night. they answer all of my questions. however, even they cannot piece together what my face looks like. i am poor at processing faces, which includes my own (in reflections, which, yes, i can see). but otherwise, they are lovely conversation partners. my flowers are even kind enough to let me eat their petals, but i usually do not, as we've still got to sell them at floresta. most of them, anyway. i suppose if star isn't watching i could

if you see me eating flowers, i am not eating flowers, that is an illusion and your eyes are lying to you

[the-witch-of-moonglade]

Eepy bois (gender neutral)

Drew Cripsin, Felix and Cimi (i didn't fit on the page) sleeping on the train yesterday because I was so fucking eepy, but the seats were too uncomfortable to fall asleep.

@outlying-hyppocrate @dashadowgirl @felixlib

[nyx-lacrymaria]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last ten people however many you want who reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals & followers!! <3

hihihiii I think I've done this before buut:

★ My friends (mutuals this includes you <1212)

★ Cats (I mean look at them theyr so silly)

★ Treebury upon Avon (treebury beloved<1212)

★ When Crispin isn't eating the flowers (I see you)

★ Chocolate lol

[outlying-hyppocrate]

treebury upon avon crispin lore!!

crispin's mother's side of the family is almost entirely composed of vampires. this is not a thing he takes pride in, and actively denies the fact.

he is unable to recognize people's features properly, meaning that everyone's faces are slightly blurred to him.

since crispin is very sensitive to sunlight, he is most often awake at night, tending to his flowers. this unfortunately results in him being very tired throughout the day.

when working at the flower stall with star, he will usually fall asleep while talking to the customers, which makes him seem somewhat impolite. however, this is not actually the case, as crispin can be somewhat of a people-pleaser, trying to make others like him. he just has no idea how to talk to people properly as he comes off as slightly strange (':

crispin is extremely fond of berries, and especially adores eating raspberry/strawberry jam on toast from chanterelle coffee. it is the only thing he orders, and if ever they are out, he simply refuses to eat anything else.

that being said, crispin has been seen trying to consume the flowers when he thinks no-one is looking. to delve into specifics, he likes the white roses the best. please don't tell star.

crispin is naturally a very dramatic person, and enjoys pursuing the arts whenever he isn't helping with the flower stall. he likes to sing to the flowers at night, while the rest of the world is asleep (or, at least, trying to sleep, because they are silently hoping that this idiot will shut the fuck up)

he also likes to have conversations with the flowers, telling them about his dreams, a new piece of music inside his mind, a memory from his childhood. they do not respond, of course, but crispin quite likes talking to them. perhaps it is an effect of sleep deprivation.

despite sharing a lovely house on a hill with star, he is rarely seen there. he prefers it outside, where he can spend time with the flowers. if ever he wants to sleep, he sleeps with them, on a bed of moss.

he loves his flowers more than anything, even more than himself, which is surprising. he considers himself to be quite attractive, despite not ever being able to clearly see his own face. he likes to take a look at himself every chance he gets in the reflection of the river, hoping to recognize himself. but his flowers still come before everything and everyone as he is absolutely enamored with them (:

(i decided to do this because of @felixlib because i can't be an original person. feel free to turn me into a crispin-shaped knife block)

[flowerboy-viscera]

03.10. My Lule. Oh, here's your Ekata.

You were crying, I heard, which is quite unlike you. At least I think you were crying. You're always at the door here, talking to me. You were always so interesting to me, Lucjan, when we were children! You never cried very much, unlike the little ones in this house, namely the youngest girl, Helmi. What a sensitive child indeed. You never did smile either really, did you? And I was your opposite - as if my heart were on the outside! Constantly throwing fits over the littlest things. A tempest Bojana called me (though we called her Janica, remember? Oh, how she disliked it. She much preferred her regular name, Bojana-Leptirica. But I think it's nice, and matches us, Lule and Ekata and Janica. Imagine if you were a Lulica instead! Really). I was quite irascible, I think that's the word, but I'm what she would call "softer" now, certainly. Two enneae and a bit I've lived, and it's certainly made me more reasonable. Though it's not very much, is it? How old is our Janica? She must be hardly seventy, still young as we are. I do think you ought to come in sometime if you cry so. Lord Ruusu may be so kind as to open his doors to welcome you, Lucjan, the brother of his Katariina. I never liked that much and I'd rather the family called me my name Ekaterina, or Ekata, as you do. But you never refuse the name they give you, as it's a good name, and it's very distinguished and proper. Maybe they'll name you something as well. Something like Luukas. I'd like Luukas. And we'd be Katariina and Luukas, certainly, what a thing that is! - Your Ekata

[outlying-hyppocrate]

oh, no —

choking up blue flowers in the garden, the boy shook and cried,

his mother cleaned him off, said, you're alright now

and yet, despite himself

he was scared

[outlying-hyppocrate]

thinking about treebury crispin and his (now dead) mother . seeing as he's quite old i think there's quite a bit of potential for his lore

[flowerboy-viscera]

@cimi-oftheforest might you have any raspberries?

[flowerboy-viscera]

20-02. My Lule, how wonderful!

If I've counted right, today should be Chwefror twenty. A lovely thirty-eight this shall be for both of us. Wish your Ekata many happy returns of the day when we confer again. I miss those Ruusu children terribly, my Säde and Helmi and Eero and Topias. Topias especially. He's such a lovely child, helping me always, though he's just a little one. Last time we met he was only seven, though his next birthday isn't till Gorffennaf. I'd love to celebrate his first ennea with him in the next coming years. This is my second ennea now; how interesting it is to have lived two enneae already, Lucjan! Though you know this well. I imagine you'd be having a Celebration for your second wherever you are. Do they have Celebrations for every ennea? I wouldn't know, as mine is being spent away in my room. I've got the vampire-malady still. I should hope that Lord and Lady Ruusu can bring me a gift. They do every year, though I suppose it's a bit much to expect, even a small one now. But the other nursemaid, Mary - though we call her Marja here, like everyone calls me Katariina - is likely making a cake. My living-quarters are next to the kitchen, such a lovely thing that is! It'd be lovelier to spend it with you. You speak so often to me and never show! But vampire-malady isn't contagious, you can visit me any time you like.

- Your Ekata

[flowerboy-viscera]

Hello, crispin. We have not met yet, I am Elenea Dawn, the newest citizen of Treebury Upon Avon

I am unsure if this is where I'm supposed to send you things, but I have not managed to find anywhere else, so I hope this is the correct place.

I was wondering if you had any chrysanthemums or chrysanthemum seeds? They are my favorite type of flower and I am hoping to grow some around my cottage.

If you don't, that's fine as well, I'm just asking.

Atwell I wanted to say hello and introduce myself to you, which I have now done.

I hope you have an enjoyable day

- Elenea Dawn

hello. it is a pleasure to meet you.

i would be delighted to offer you a couple chrysanthemum seeds. i should hope they make lovely partners for conversation, although they enjoy acting as decoration as well, of course. i don't speak to them too often, as i mostly tend to my white roses. i'm very fond of them. but happily i will offer my chrysanthemums to you. please enjoy them.

i should hope that you enjoy your day as well. apologies for returning your letter late. this has been absolutely lovely; i thank you for reaching out to me.

~ crispin viscera

[outlying-hyppocrate]

need to draw the fool eating flowers

[flowerboy-viscera]

when working at floresta, i avoid the sun in every way possible. it's actually quite hard to do when trying to force myself awake after long nights of conversation with the flowers, however, i try!! i will not disappoint my lovely customers (or star, for that matter)

[flowerboy-viscera]

i sang to my flowers again last night, and they sang to me. their voices are beautifully scattered like constellations, and each one a melodic masochist, wishing to be consumed

[outlying-hyppocrate]

@felixlib you inspired me to make this (: (i am incapable of being an original person)