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Hello, may I interest you in some trash in these trying times? This is an independent, private, selective, 21+, and headcanon heavy Pokemon multi-muse blog currently featuring Gold, Professor Sycamore, and Volo (written by Noise)! If you would be interested in interacting with this blog please give this post a like or a reblog so I can check you out!  

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So I sat on it, and thought about it for a while, and have decided to go ahead and move Volo here @status-condition. It's an old blog so it will give me access to the legacy editor! If you follow me over there, and we have an existing thread I'll take that as permission to continue the thread there (and if you want to continue any asks from this blog that's also a-okay as well)!

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So I sat on it, and thought about it for a while, and have decided to go ahead and move Volo here @status-condition. It's an old blog so it will give me access to the legacy editor! If you follow me over there, and we have an existing thread I'll take that as permission to continue the thread there (and if you want to continue any asks from this blog that's also a-okay as well)!

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          this time, i won’t give in…

                           I’M NOT LISTENING.

       independent, semi-selective oc written by livita.

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OOC: I'm currently debating if I want to make a small Pokemon multi and move Volo there. Ahh, to be honest, the whole situation with the new text editor is stressing me out super bad (I do not mind using it at all. It's not the editor that's making me anxious, but the fact that it's not compatible with the legacy editor and the fact that I'm going to have to constantly ask people to use the new one with me, which is what really makes my anxiety flare up and lose muse). I was able to find an old blog of mine to re-use so it'll give me access to the legacy editor for those that still use it so I won't have the same issue as I do here where I just can't really interact with legacy posts.

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OOC: I'm currently debating if I want to make a small Pokemon multi and move Volo there. Ahh, to be honest, the whole situation with the new text editor is stressing me out super bad (I do not mind using it at all. It's not the editor that's making me anxious, but the fact that it's not compatible with the legacy editor and the fact that I'm going to have to constantly ask people to use the new one with me, which is what really makes my anxiety flare up and lose muse). I was able to find an old blog of mine to re-use so it'll give me access to the legacy editor for those that still use it so I won't have the same issue as I do here where I just can't really interact with legacy posts.

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| Rule Update/Tiny PSA: So, unfortunately, in order for me to cut posts, both myself and my writing partner must use the new text editor and Xkit Rewritten. If you use the legacy system and the previous Xkit while writing with me, I will not be able to cut posts as I am only able to do so with the trim reblogs option from Xkit rewritten which cannot be used with editable reblogs or the legacy post system. New blogs (any blog made starting in November of this year) are forced into the new text editor without the option to toggle back and forth, so I have no other choice but to ask any current and future partners to use the new text editor and Xkit Rewritten to trim reblogs when interacting with me. If I am unable to cut a thread, I will move it into an entirely new post and link back to the original. I apologize as I understand having a preference for the old system, but I'm afraid I can't do anything other than ask this of my writing partners due to this being a brand new blog, and, therefore, I have to use new the editor so editable reblogs aren't possible for me/compatible with my posts! I've updated my rules to reflect this!

This post has a ton of info on the situation. |

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@wrongtrain || The Five Senses || Accepting

[ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ] ― sender and receive watch as something burns ( candles / a building / a campfire / etc )// (weird man who looks a lot like Some Dude you know walks up out of nowhere and watches ur campfire burn because mmm fire, perhaps? if this doesnt work tho np and just lmk!! im 100% available to plot or just do funny unprompted stuff whenever)

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Volo is no stranger to camping--or sleeping outside for that matter, even if, in more recent years, he's begun to prefer the comfort of a bed over the aching back he has whenever he sleeps on the ground. But there's still a part of him that finds being surrounded by the stars looming above on a clear night and the mystical sense of wonder that comes with seeing a forest slowly descend into silence for the night. So, occasionally, despite his countless connections, he chooses to set up camp in the woods instead of finding the nearest town to rest in. It's not always convenient to travel the few extra miles either, and that also happened to be the case tonight. And, truthfully, he preferred being alone. Pokemon centers were loud and crowded while hotels had an almost suffocating air about them he could only tolerate on the best of days. By nature, he was a loner. He find comfort in the company of the wind and dirt--it's what he knows; what he's always known--wandering for so many years without having, truly, a place to call his own.

So, with ease, he finishes pitching his tent for the night--a nice, roomy one that's firmly secured into the ground, before he turns back to Togekiss. "All finished here, have you managed to get a fire going-" he straightens out his back, and turns around to face his partner only to, well, come face-to-face with an eerily familiar visage that wasn't quite the one from his memory, but close enough to make his skin crawl as a shiver runs down his spine.

Noticing Volo's gave on herself and the...guest, Togekiss is quick to let out a desperate cry for her partner--one that echoes the confusion that had been tangled up in Volo's own voice as he had trailed off. Well, she had gotten the fire going at least, he supposes, but a fire is currently the least of his worries. Now he's met his fair share of odd people (one could even call him just a bit eccentric at times), but this is a first. With a sigh, he steps over the twigs and leaves littering the ground, hands on his hips. With the bright, orange glow of the fire illuminating the man's face, Volo can't help but think that resemble he taken note of is even more striking up close than it had been at a distance, but that's pushed to the very back of his mind for the time being. "Ah, hello there," he waves at him, a polite, but very clearly forced and painfully fake smile upon his lips. "Is there something you need?" His voice sounds equally as strained and unnatural. "And who exactly are you? And what exactly are you doing here?"

Poor Togekiss, for her part, scurries to Volo's side quickly, tucking herself beside his leg as she keeps watch on the stranger. They're both beginning to regret not trekking that extra few miles to the nearest Pokemon Center.

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OF GRATITUDE;   an exploration of hope when all is lost, love all-encompassing, power in friendship, magic that comes from our own making, wishes made on the eve of destruction. our thoughts turn to the end of winter; looking outside our windows for the first sights of spring. flowers bloom upon the trees, snow melts into the earth. && our prayers for a kiss of warmth upon our cheeks are heard from skies above. hark ! for the boon of the mighty arceus travels with the shaymin in human forme. with their stroll the seasons turn anew & the withered flowers burst into life. winter is now spent ! now let us sing of spring !        pkmn oc based in pkmn legends. all gen + anime + pokespe friendly. est. feb 2k22.                                                                                           wished by modorelin farllee.

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Hello, may I interest you in some trash in these trying times? This is an independent, private, selective, 21+, and extremely headcanon heavy Volo from Pokemon Legends: Arceus (written by Noise). If you would be interested in interacting with a pretty man who has almost no other redeeming qualities give this post a like or a reblog so I can check you out!

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pokemon legends redraw of fallen angel by alexandre cabanel

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@kudarii || The five senses || Accepting [ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood.

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A trickle of blood slowly cascades down his throat where teeth had pierced through his glassy skin, leaving a bright, crimson stain in its wake that stands out rather drastically against his fair features. Volo can feel the awkward and lingering warmth where it had rolled over his collarbones, and dyed the hem of his white collar with a splotch of red. The fabric sticks to his slick chest, and he lifts a hand to tug down the collar of his apron ever so slightly to avoid it rubbing against the newfound wound. But there's little change in his demeanor as a whole. His breathing is even, and his expression remains the same--that carefully constructed smile that is so well-practiced and fake that it's both eerie and unsettlingly in its own way. There's always something off about Volo--as if he doesn't belong.

Because he doesn't. He belongs to a distant past where he saw more nightmares than dreams, and Pokemon were monsters instead of friends. He's been witness to more brutality than he can truly recall, and so he doesn't flinch, nor does he feel much of anything at all. At least not these days. Even pain feels dull in general when he compares it to the memories that still tear at him day after day. So, there's only a slight tilt of his head, his bangs falling in front of his eye with the motion--a somewhat curious, though still guarded glint lingers in his eyes. Dull and foggy with age. Well, if anything, he's certainly never been in a situation like this before, but there's, perhaps, something of interest or gain buried in it somewhere, even if he doesn't quite know the other man's motivate or reason. But, ah, he does remind him of someone. The resemble is striking when he thinks about it. "Oh? You're a rather curious individual. But I'm afraid my blood must be rather stale." He releases the hold on his apron, as if the sticky, warm sensation of blood against his skin and the uncomfortable feeling of fabric rustling against a wound is something he was used to. And he speaks with a certain level of care--observant and patient. "You remind me of someone I knew once."

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Volo's cloudy eyes widen at Adaman's sincere and unexpected offer. Instinctually, he draws his lower lip inward in thoughts before casting his gaze downward to the worn fabric of his apron where he can see the outline of Togekiss's aged Pokeball. Truthfully, it's been so many years since it had been crafted that he can't actually recall what color it had been in the first place. The gray smudges scattered on the dilapidated wood leave not even a whisper of what it had once been. Much like how Hisui is little more than a land of fairytale and legends these days. It's s relic of a largely forgotten past--one of the few that remain outside of his own bitter and jaded memories. It's not unlike himself and his partner. Forgotten. Obsolete. Silently, he places his hand over the Pokeball, wrapping his fingers about its form wordless. His lips fall into a thin line, and his brows relax ever so slightly. His expression is unreadable, but not without gravity. He glances briefly to Togekiss where she's nestled comfortably beside him, watching Leafeon with vague interest, but keeping her attention on her partner for the most part. Sensing Volo's gaze on her, she shifts a bit closer to him, and he finally releases his hold on her Pokeball to run his fingers along her feathers for a moment.

"Ah, perhaps…" he says after a long moment. The thought of repainting it had never occurred to him. He had never felt a sense of loss or remorse for its current state, so it had never crossed his mind until now. He rarely used it, even in these days where it was more common to keep Pokemon in their Pokeballs, and they had been partners long before it had been invented so it didn't harbor much meaning to him, nor did it really represent their bond. But Togekiss could think differently from him. "What do you want, partner?" It seems only appropriate to ask her given his own mixed feelings on the matter. But she's always been more outgoing than him, and answers with a prompt and enthusiastic call with the flap of her wings. Being one of the few to ever coax a genuine smile out of the man, Volo's expression softens a tad. "Repainted it is then. You have my thanks, my dear friend."

Though he's not certain what surprises him more, Adaman's offer or the fact that he didn't immediately jump on the low-hanging fruit he had dangled in front of the other. The leader of the Diamond Clan had always been an impatient man to his knowledge--one who was always in time, and wished to do everything with haste. Seeing him sitting still is rather strange, even if his reason for doing so is to avoid the nasty storm raging outside. But despite that fleeting moment of thought, it doesn't take Adaman long to humor him with a response. "Very well then, my lips are sealed. Instead, we'll discover ruins and uncover secrets together just as we once did, and, alongside those, we'll uncover your past as well! It sounds thrilling! I can feel my blood boiling with excitement at the very idea!" He meets Adaman's sincerity with a joyful grin, though it hardly shares the same sentiment as the other's. Time; he hopes, will unravel Adaman's bond with Dialga, and, perhaps, uncover the plates that have been lost with time, or even hurl both of them back to the past for the chance to try again. For even the slightest possibility of changing his fate, and forcing Arceus to meet with him. If Adaman was bright and earnest like sun, Volo was more akin to a storm cloud. Not glorious enough to be the moon nor grand enough to the stars. All he could ever hope to be was a lonely, dreary cloud that brought nothing but misery in its wake.

"I couldn't agree more! You might not remember me, my friend, but that merely gives me an excuse to give you something to remember this time around." His own attention moves to his bag when Adaman derails the conversation. Ah, somehow, if he wasn't aware of the fact that this man had been in charge of an entire clan back in Hisui--that he was well-respected, and admired amongst his people and peers, he almost wouldn't believe it right now. Yet, he does, very briefly, question how Adaman managed to get along in the distant, but far crueler past when he was, well, like this, for like of a better term. "My what a tragic fate has befallen my dear friend!" His lips curl upwards in poorly concealed amusement. "Ah, it's good thing I came then! Fear not, I have plenty of food on me." He sits up, tugging his bag upright to unhook it to reveal the contents inside--containing just about everything under the sun, it was a wonder how Volo managed to not only carry it, but also fit everything inside of it. "But given the dire circumstances, I'll have to charge you a rush delivery fee on top of the poor weather surcharge."

He allows those words to linger in the air between them for a few, long moments before he chuckles, and leans back. "Ah, I jest, my friend, please take whatever you like--for free, of course."

Explore ruins and the such - it does make sense in some sort to the trainer as a hand flies, after having shaken for a bond to repair with the taller, to scratch under his chin in thought. Nodding absentmindedly while processing Volo's words and even the way that pokeball had been shown, displayed and then tucked back while Leafeon plays with his own by Adaman's side. Curiosity burns in his veins, it aches at bandages scars, his chest tickles with the uncertain and newfound hope that, while he hates to admit it, had started to wither sometime along the way the more dead ends he'd find without answers. It was like a ray of light, fate truly being kind to him for once, despise also having meet fantastic people and pokemon in his own adventures. And even when he sees the slight surprise within those grey, sharp eyes - it only cements more that the other, to Adaman, was surprised about his inquiries entirely because of these gaps within his memories; it brings guilt at the tip of his tongue and it clutches at his heart like vines that crush it for the crime that it is, to the pride that burns in the young trainer's might, that he had forgotten even someone so close; per Volo's words and further proven with the evidence that is that so, so worn pokeball that has probably seen much worse than Leafeon's own. '' Woah... It doesn't even have paint on it. Just smudges – do you... want me to paint it back? Between the things I have since I can remember waking up many months ago, there were materials for painting, and I didn't even know what they were for until Leafeon, the smart friend he always been despise our predicament, pointed to me that maybe it's for heling these thing's fading colors! '' And oh, if it can make up for wounding Volo's bond like he has done by now, the least Adaman felt he could do was to repay his kindness, even bit by bit.

And truly, that dangle of the sweet forbidden fruit of truth entices Adaman to the very core of his being, even when brows furrow with the seriousness of the conversation at the tip of his tongue as broad frame leans back a bit and settles where he sits, cross legged while Leafeon is too occupied with his own mischief, playing with their pokeball akin to a Cat pokemon's toy until they pick it softly into their mouth and put it back on Adaman's pocket that his very worn Haori has. He waits a bit, an unusual aspect of adaman despise how usually impatient and very on time the man could be - but he's not stupid. '' You know – no. Don't tell me. '' after a bit, though, he talks. It's lower but enough to be head under the cacophony of harsh rain that echoes from the forests beyond and when it hits the old shrine's worn ceiling. '' I want to discover that, together. I know you probably know more than me considering the hoes in my memories. But I think I'd prefer to know this answer while we find these ruins and old tales. Maybe it can also help discovering my truths too! How about that, dear friend? '' and if looks could kill, Adaman's sincerity was as bright as the sun, if he could, it'd wash away the grey clouds that plague these skies. It was the purest form of it as a low chuckle rumbles from a strong chest and pours out chapped lips from far too many days spent in the wild, getting nasty sunburns shrugged off after a bit and good medicinal herbs and soaking at the hotsprings near MT. Coronet.

'' Maybe it can also be a chance to know you better, jog memories from what I cannot see. It'd be time well spent, too. '' Adaman adds, in contrasts to the other's lament he sees as sincere – but just like the young man is kind and strong, he's also quick to get distracted, sharp eyes falling onto the oversized back behind the other and giving it an once over, head tilting a bit in question. '' Say... do you have food in there? Let's say.... despise my best efforts to always be prepared – I may have overlooked the need of extra snacks for unexpected weather changes, haha...!'' And oh if he didn't look like a sad, kicked Lillipup even the almighty itself wouldn't exist.

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A tiny portrait of Volo~ I am very excited to get to know more about him!

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@niveusveritas continued from here.

Volo waves his hand dismissively to signal it's not a bother as he observes the other before allowing his gaze to wander to the collection of injured Pokemon he's managed to gather. While most of them appear rather frightened, they don't seem to harbor any doubts towards this trainer or himself--more so it seems that something spooked them. Even the uninjured Pokemon in the area were trembling with fear, and sticking close to one another. Ah, he can't say he's surprised. A quick glance around the forest reveals gashes in trees, torn branches, and trampled bushes. Whatever had come through here had certainly done so with ill-intent.

It's just as the rumors he's heard from his clients claim--some strange creatures seems to tear through an area, stripping it of precious resources, tearing the foliage to shreds, and ruthlessly attacking any Pokemon it comes across. Wild or otherwise. My it makes him wonder just what kind of Pokemon would purposefully cause so much destruction. For a moment, his hand lifts to press his index finger against his chin in thought as he mulls over what information he actually has. Regardless of its reasoning, there's little doubt it's something powerful. And oh the prospect of such a being excites him. It might pale in comparison to the all might Arceus's strength, but it only takes a pebble to set off a ripple.

"Of course, of course, I would be happy to help." While he might not be able to take this chance to line his pockets (a shame really, but his interests lie elsewhere for the time being--though that doesn't mean he won't try again when the chance arises, he has to make a living somehow; travel is hardly cheap these days), he's not one to overlook the chance to gather knowledge. "What a terrible fate these poor Pokemon have been forced to endure, it's rather noble of you to assist them like this. The townspeople were quite worried when I passed through, perhaps knowing that you're treating the injured will put their minds at ease."

There's still a part of him that's distrustful of wild Pokemon despite how much their relationship with humans has changed over the years, but he doesn't hesitate to quietly and carefully step over the trampled bushes to join the other. Shrugging his shoulders, he slowly rolls his impressive bag off of his back as he kneels down on the grass--still damp from the morning dew. There are few that would claim Volo a generous person, and his reasons now are selfish at best, but it's also evident he has experience working with wild Pokemon. Surviving amongst them for so many years, though not enjoyable, has given him more than adequate knowledge of the creatures, and how to handle them.

He waves Togekiss over with a flippant flick of his wrist, and she eagerly complies. Her desire to help the wounded Pokemon is genuine, at the very least. And she coos softly in an attempt to ease the trembling of a group of Starly, gingerly inching closer to nuzzle them with her own beak. The gesture elicits a faint smile from Volo before his expressions returns to the friendly, but terrible vain grin that usually paints his lips. With the smaller Pokemon having calmed down, and taken to hiding beneath Togekiss's wings, he reaches out gently to take one of them into his hands, setting it down softly on his lap as he examines its injured leg.

"I've heard these attacks are becoming more frequent," he mumbles as he runs his fingers along the Starly's back to distract it from the slight sting he knows spraying the wound with potion will cause. His voice, too, serves as a slight distraction for the curious Pokemon as it slowly begins to regain some of the confidence it had lost thanks to Volo's attention. "How frightening! I do pray that whatever is causing so much destruction can be dealt with swiftly." He finishes bandaging the now clean wound, and sets the Starly back down to rejoin its friends before coaxing another one out from the small nest of them that's formed beneath his partner's wings.

The other might have his hands full, but that also won't stop Volo from talking his ear off while he works. "You mentioned you were a nurse earlier," he continues, still skillfully handling the wounded Pokemon. "Is this the first time you've come across this situation? Regardless, what you're doing is quite something! I'm certain the Pokemon here appreciate your kindness tremendously." And it's difficult to get too annoyed with him for being so pushy when Togekiss lets out a gleeful squeak in thanks for the hard work the other's done. If nothing else, she certainly helps ease a bit of the annoyance her partner brings with his constant questions and loose lips.

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🌙  *  ―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒  (  prompts for the five senses. add [reversed] to reverse the action. feel free to change wording as needed & add details )

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇.

[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders [ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 ] ― sender and receiver fall into bed together on silk sheets [ 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender pulls receiver’s hair ( gently / hard ) [ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ] ― sender strokes receiver’s hair [ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender brushes receiver’s hair [ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender paints a picture onto part of receiver’s body ( specify what & where ) [ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender traces their fingertips over receiver’s body [ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender traces a scar on receiver’s body [ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ] ― sender reaches out to hold receiver’s hand [ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ] ― sender worships receiver’s body

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄.

[ 𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver something they’ve never tried before ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sour ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sweet ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender feeds receiver something spicy ( specify what ) [ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender kisses receiver to taste the lingering flavour of what they ate or drank on their lips ( specify what ) [ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood [ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver soup when they’ve fallen ill [ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 ] ― sender makes receiver a cocktail to try [ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender cooks receiver their favourite meal [ 𝐓𝐑𝐘 ] ―  sender gives receiver a taste of what they’re cooking / baking for their opinion

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

[ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 ] ― sender blindfolds receiver [ 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver see each other again after a period of being apart [ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender notices something different about receiver ( injury / haircut / tattoo / piercing / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender greets receiver in formal partywear ( feel free to add detail ) [ 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 ] ― sender takes receiver to see lanterns in the sky [ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender and receiver lay under the stars to stargaze [ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room [ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender and receiver see a shadow move out the corner of their eye [ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ] ― sender and receive watch as something burns ( candles / a building / a campfire / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender takes receiver to the aquarium to watch the sea life [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊 ] ― sender recognises receiver at a masquerade party

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.

[ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 ] ― sender puts on the radio to listen to music with receiver [ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 ] ― sender plays receiver their favourite song on an instrument ( specify what ) [ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ] ― sender and receiver are in bed together while rain lashes against the windows / tent / etc [ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender whispers something in receiver’s ear ( specify what ) [ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender asks receiver for a dance upon hearing a song [ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver hear a sound when they should be alone ( footsteps / creaking floorboards / a scream / etc ) [ 𝐇𝐔𝐌 ] ― sender hums a lullaby to lull receiver to sleep [ 𝐌𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐃 ] ― sender comforts a temporally deaf receiver after a loud sound ( gunshot / explosion / etc ) [ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌 ] ― sender calms receiver down from a panic attack in a loud place [ 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender and receiver hear a muffled sound from another room / outside ( music / people / creature / etc ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender hears receiver crying and approaches comfort them

𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋.

[ 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 ] ― sender puts a scented bath bomb into receiver’s bath [ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 ] ― sender lights a scented candle for receiver [ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender puts perfume / aftershave on receiver’s ( wrist / neck / cheek ) [ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender inhales receiver’s scent [ 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊 ] ― sender is drawn to the kitchen by receiver’s cooking [ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 ] ― sender steals an item of receiver’s clothes because it smells like them [ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender notices receiver smells of their shampoo / shower gel [ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender gives receiver flowers [ 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender helps clean receiver after a long day / stressful situation [ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver walk through the sewers to escape capture / avoid detection / chase someone [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender massages receiver with a scented oil