#flower child au

[butmakeitgayblog]

Hi yes hello help me I have a new fic idea for this picture

And it's giving me brainrot because I have too many wips and yet... I must write this ficlet. It's very soft. Friends to lovers.

Lexa owns a little holistic shop that always smells like incense and fresh herby plants. Fresh sprigs of flowers and dangley charms everywhere. Not quite "nature child/granola sister" vibes because it has too many sleek and modern details to it, but still very earthy and calming. Clean and fresh. It's tucked away in a sleepy little town along the coast that's just a short walk to a pier, so the fresh scent of the ocean's spray always mingles with all the perfumes of her shop.

Clarke moves there following the death of her father. Not running from anything, but more just trying to find herself in her new found peace. She's faced her own mortality and come out the other end understanding who she wants to be vs who she thought she should be. Exchanging her med school white coat for cable knit sweaters. Sneakers for deck shoes. Reading glasses for wayfarers.

Chaos for calm.

Which of course leads her right into Lexa's shop a few weeks into getting settled, deciding a new skin routine may be in order as well. Maybe a new lotion and a few handdipped candles to line her fancy new bath tub too, if the hand painted sign outside the shop is to be trusted.

Of course all chances at being the chill, solitary new girl in town who lives quietly and keeps to herself kind of fly right out the window when she hears the little ding of the bell overhead and looks up to see brilliant, soft green eyes already crinkled at the edges in a welcoming smile. Seeing all that sun kissed brown hair pulled back in a delicate crown of braids, the waterfall length of untamed curls falling over strong but slender shouders. Hearing that lyrical voice that's not at all chipper like she'd expect from someone peddling holistic wares. Instead it's soft and vibrant, more like too-warm honey that's been left out in the afternoon sun. Feminine but sure of itself as she merely bids a simple, "Hello, can I help you find anything in particular?"

All that chill is also nowhere to be seen when this freaking angel made of droplets of sunshine and chamomile takes it upon herself to squeeze a dollop of the lotion she'd been eyeing into Clarke's palm and start massaging it in with hands that are so fucking soft Clarke forgets how to breathe. Her intense eye contact as she gently explains the ingredients and why they're so good doesn't help either. Not that Clarke could be PAID to recite any of it, not having taken in a single damn syllable.

She could easily tell you the exact slope of the woman's eyelashes though. Could probably draw the freckle on her upper lip from memory too.

Of course Clarke would leave 2 bags and the shopowner's business card heavier, $70 lighter, and with absolutely no qualms about trading in at least part of her medical knowledge for giving this holistic stuff a try.

And that's it! That's all! Just a pretty girl who is maybe slightly nuts but beautiful and sweet who runs a little holistic beauty shop.

Nothing life altering or anything for Clarke, obviously.

Clarke being new and so in her head about everything and all the changes? It's just A Lot already on her plate. She doesn't have the space for anything else.

But... then there's just Lexa. So unassuming and mild and calming in her presence. Undemanding of Clarke's attention despite always seeming to have it. That slow fall into each other over too prolonged eye contact and friendly waves as Lexa glances at her through the arching windows of her shop, Clarke seeing those plump lips tug up into a grin that mouths an amused but unheard "Hi" as Clarke walks past for the third time that day.

Total coincidence.

But the friendship blooms just like the little plants and sprigs around Lexa's shop. Taking shape and growing as the season changes.

Passing glances and friendly waves turning to chance meetings and slipping away to sit on the bench at the end of the pier, splitting batches of seasoned fries and garlic aioli that Clarke has no idea where Lexa manages to put considering all her halter tops and sundresses that, whew, just leave not much to the imagination.

Walking through a local garden/woodsy path and talking aimlessly for hours as she watches Lexa collect little wildflowers and clovers along the way, stowing them in a satchel she keeps in her long flowy pants, only to drop by the shop the next afternoon and find that the tiny wood nymph-turned shopkeeper has braided her treasures from their outing into her hair that day.

Walks along the rocky beachside and lunches sat huddled together in the park. Lexa sharing how she got into her business and Clarke relaying her past in the medical world just to falter, only to breathe a sigh of relief at Lexa's lazy grin, "Don't worry, Dr. Griffin. I still believe in the power of penicillin."

Lexa showing Clarke where she makes her wares while standing far too close than what's necessary as she lets Clarke peruse everything. Always catching Clarke's gaze in her excitement at Lexa's creations, holding them with that soul-quieting smile of hers.

Clarke noticing how Lexa's scent changes slightly with the seasons because of course Lexa only works with fresh product. Noting how as the months get colder, she goes from airy, delicate lilac scents to heavier sage and sandlewood notes. Fresh pine, peppermint, and holly. Noticing how cute little painted toes trade in their freer sandles for more sensible uggs and the occasional snow boot, seeing how dresses and spaghetti straps get exchanged for cardigans and knitted sweaters big enough to juuust effortlessly slip off her shoulder...

(Still no bra)

(Not that she's... keeping track...)

Lexa is just so unexpected and so... not at all anything Clarke would've ever thought she'd be attracted to. Beyond just her stunning face that is, obviously. It's her personality. She's not someone Clarke can easily "put in a box". She's not quite a hippie, she's not exactly new agey, she's certainly not weak, but she's not overbearing. She's maybe a liiiittle bit nuts, but also so fuckin smart and not cocky about it at all. But absolutely is cocky about the silliest things, like being good at Scrabble and knowing how to fold a fitted sheet. (Again, liiiittle bit nuts.) She's kind, but not a pushover. Soft in ways Clarke can't even begin to fathom or calm her heart over, but so deceptively strong, both in body and spirit.

And she's quiet. Quiet and reserved in her perfectly Lexa way. Yet, when she does open up, there's so much there. So many layers to her, and every time Clarke thinks she's gotten to the bottom of the question mark that is "Lexa", there's a whole new labyrinth to uncover.

The connection between them expands and blooms and becomes something entirely its own. And it kind of just gradually dawns on her that Clarke has somehow managed to find her best friend in the entire world... and has promptly fallen in love with her.

Now.

If I wrote this obviously very short ficlet (😤), would anyone read it?

[maritessa]

Jun and Tatsuya visit Akira at LeBlanc and meet Yusuke for the first time

[alumi-san]

Somebody interprets the scene when Ren first met Ann like "Wow, what a pretty girl" or that he reacts like this because he had never met a blonde before since he lived in the small town. But I interpret this scene as "OH MY GOSH SHE LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE AUNT LISA!! IS SHE HER DAUGHTER?!" And later learning Ann backstory and like "Phew! Thank god she is not aunt Lisa's daughter or else I don't know how would tell this to my dad's"

[roofsheep]

One day I'll expand more on the idea of Persona Flower Child Au but it's Spy x Family.

One day,,,,

[doctorsiren]

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[chiquilines]

Public garden study date!!

[bunnieswithknives]

Since you're shipping Flowers and Dale, imagine Flowers in one of those "Not the step dad but the dad who stepped up" shirts and horrifying everyone around him DTFCHGHCYJGUKHJB

Flowers should absolutely NOT be in charge of a kid.

[tzitzimitl-eztli]

teddy bear

[heartandsoulcomic]

Say their name.

(Sarafina may know more about being forgotten than you, Chara.)

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[nami-moittli]

Tell me that Wonder’s last name isn’t “Suou”

Especially because Tatsuya’s sprite in IS makes it look like he has red hair (though it got changed to brown in EP sprites)

[fantasblog]

I made shipkid/fanchild of echo flower!sans and void!sans-

His/her/they name is echoid "voice"

His/her/they reference and informations

Character and belongs:

Echoid "voice" (echo flower!sans x void shipkid and neon "starburst" (mintflare shipkid) by Me

Echo flowers!sans belongs to @hheisa/heisamazo/heisauwu/heisaOwO

Void!sans belongs to @melaton1nx

Art by me

[maritessa]

[alumi-san]

Mishima: Amamiya, I need to tell you something.

Ren: I know what you want to tell me.

Mishima: Really? You figure it out?

Ren: Yes. I know that you are Uncle Eikichi's son.

Mishima: Oh, that's gre- wait, what?

Ren: It's must be hard when your father is a star. Don't worry, I'm not gonna tell this to anyone. You can trust me.

Mishima: I have no idea who are you taking about.

Ren: Mishina Eikichi, of course.

Mishima: I'm not his son! I wanted to tell you that I know that you and Sakamoto are the phantom thieves!

Ren: Oh... but you're Mishina-

Mishima: For the last time! I'm Mishima Yuuki! MI-SHI-MA, not MI-SHI-NA! Why does everyone read my last name wrong?!

Ren: *God darn! Another love child theory is broken!*

[blitztheowl]

(SWAP AU: THE MECHANIC) Isaac (C C.) and the flowers

He masks his wounds with flowers..

[dairyfreenugget]

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I think "one or more of them is in danger or almost fucking dies, in the process discovering their child's impurity, and then after a lot of emotional turmoil they just pass the fuck out the second they're safe and calm again thanks to the awful, exhausting day they've had" is a scenario I write weirdly often for this messy as hell family

Anyway. Family cuddles. My babygirl is exhausted and deserves to be held for once

ID start: A black and white doodle of the Pale King, White Lady, and Pure Vessel from Hollow Knight as humans. The three of them are covered in bruises and scratches. They're sleeping in a pile of blankets with the Pure Vessel tucked in between their parents, with only their face showing. The Pale King is hugging them with both sets of his arms, his face buried in their hair, while the White Lady lays beside them with her arm drapped over the both of them and roots coiling around them. End ID.

[akirakirxaa]

[ day 3: free (chosen theme: petals) ]

𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠.