#ancientflower

[michtheflower]

My silly sapphics,,,,,

[spiderpilled]

Suddenly locking in during doodling is scary bc wth do you mean I did this I was literally just drawing my ocs making out a second ago

(Ignore the fact that I mixed up dan's petals with the purple n blue lol)

Too lazy to tag properly, guh

Also not necessarily Fossilflower but can be seen as such! Also tagging it as the ship anyways cuz why not (love the ship, just didn't intend as ship art lol)

[brisaloca]

[ladybugevents]

#ancientflower #magnolia #toddlerplay #earlyeducation #sensory #exporeyourworld #wonder. #ladybugeventsllc #SoulShine (at SoulShine Sprouts Homesteading Preschool)

[sanguinesaint]

Do you still wish upon the star....?

[sanguinesaint]

outofcharacter: F～novum～IX新刊 by テトラ

[turkleader]

Amber was slowly being stolen from the skies by the fingers of cloud drawing flush across the nearing horizon. A chill rippled through the air in the form of a brisk wind that had gusted relentlessly throughout the day, making itself known in the rush of trees coming into their own in the city's growing expanse. It had been a time since he'd been entirely devoted to merely walking the ground of Edge's streets, as opposed to doubled under ceiling and work, focused on maintaining and arranging the details as was necessary for this city, and others, to return to their own. Yet here he went and let the familiar sentiment of the crowds ease the heartsickness as crisp as the persnickety breeze as it tousled his hair with the relentless fussing of those who were elsewhere on the surface of the world tonight.

He had returned to his desk to find a letter there, signed and needing no date to tell him the whimsical creature from years prier had again slipped security and his discerning eye to greet him in a playful, and deeply heartfelt manner. The manner of her words were light, but the lingering touches beneath these stirred him as they always could. The care, and moreso, the teasing reprimand of time lost in the fettering of joyous whims brought warmth to his gaze. He had taken the letter and folded it, creasing it gently into a half, and then quartered, placing it away in the inner breast pocket of his jacket. Standing, leaving the desk he'd appropriated under solely the good will Reeve's name had allowed him in these W.R.O. influenced buildings, he lifted the blazer and donned it before setting out where whimsy and purpose alike called him.

So it was as the skies were swept with deeper shades of autumn's pinks in these winter months, he found himself glancing through windows until a flash of color drew his eyes. He checked his pace and moved across the street, entering the shop and greeting the attendant with a polite nod. Stopping before a wall of selections, he glanced across the merchandise and then lifted one piece off the hook where it hanged. "I'd like to purchase this," he told the onlooking woman whose waning smile blossomed the instant his attention returned to her.

"Alright, right this way," she said, taking the outstretched piece from his hand and sliding behind the counter to ring up the purchase.

He followed her to the other side of the counter and pulled out the noted gil amount as she gave him the total. "Bag?" she questioned, to which he shook his head. His change was returned and she leaned forward upon the counter to watch him curiously as he undid the cardboard and ties that held it. "Do you have a garbage can I could throw this into?" he asked her. She blinked and nodded, lifting herself from the counter. "Sure. Right here," she answered, leaning down and pulling a container from the ground beneath the counter and holding it out for him. He thanked her and threw out what he did not need before taking the remaining piece and carefully wrapping his hands around it.

"Are you buying that for someone?" the woman finally asked, her gaze filled with bewilderment.

Tseng lifted his gaze to her, and a smile broke out over his face at the puzzled, curious expression in her brown eyes. "Believe it or not," he said as he gazed back down at the slim, pink strand of ribbon in his hands and then out the windows to the street. "I am." He lifted his arms up and slid the ribbon beneath his hair, deftly pulling the locks into a ponytail as the pink strand was tied off, trailing brightly against the black of his hair. He glanced once more to the surprised woman. "Now to go show her." He nodded and stepped to the door, pushing it open and walking out onto the street again, where the wind took up its possession of his hair again.

In his mind, a quiet thought reached out to she--who would certainly announce his effort ludicrously simple--as he walked back towards the office.

Well, what do you think?

[sanguinesaint]

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