#greatseedling

[goldenmedicalcenter]

@greatseedling

"Martel, let's go on a walk at the beach."

[occultacarne]

@greatseedling​

“...!” Whoa. She’s so beautiful. He almost forgets to breathe, but when he finally does, he actually starts coughing. He’s never seen someone like her before. Someone that reminds her of the most delicate and beautiful flowers. 

He’s staring and he doesn’t even realize it and before he can even stop himself, The Monkey King reaches out to grab a strand of green locks. 

“Ah!” And he startles himself from his action alone, “S-Sorry.”

[kujoutengu]

@greatseedling

Waka found himself once more in the forest, his back pressed against the tree trunk as he watched the lightly falling snow. All of the excitement for the upcoming winter holiday was too much, so he had taken off to a more quiet place.

As he watched the snow falling his mind drifted to home. Was Amaterasu doing well? Did she know he was missing? Had Issun found a way to join them? Howe were Abe and Kamo doing after his sudden departure?

His mind them shifted to the people he had met in this city, most of whom were no longer here. He remembered the young lunarian who had taken to him like a sibling; he recalled some coworkers who had come and gone.

He remembered Haruki, the spirit guide whom had caught his attention. He remembered his quiet, reserved, yet calm and friendly nature. He recalled his smile, and the time they had spent together at various events.

He missed him. He missed Haruki like he did Amaterasu, and knowing that both were here no longer made the loneliness grow.

Why did fate have to keep taking away? What did he do to deserve having everything and everyone he knew ripped from him.

Would Grimm be next? Would any of his surviving relations be the next to leave?

Would everyone be taken away so that he would be left all alone?

Was that his ultimate fate? Was that the price of his sins?

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to try and quell his emotions despite the turmoil that was creeping into his expression.

[stormswake]

yuan! i heard you have blue hair and pronouns. congratulations!

She always did come out of nowhere with weird things like that. This one's... technically true?

"Haven't I... always had those things?"

[cyanrobo]

My Neighbor the Great Seedling

Two sisters and a mysterious spirit that helps trees and plants grow

[ascarletflame]

@greatseedling​

A day spent with a stroll through one of the city’s various parks is a day off spent well. The air is so much warmer now that spring was coming to its close into Grimm’s favorite time of year, and he’s eager to spend it outside more.

There’s an area over here that he hadn’t noticed before, covered in flowering bushes and green plants. And a woman, equally as green as the plants she’s tending to.

It passes Grimm’s mind that he’s never taken care of flowers or even planted anything before. He wants a place of his own here, eventually, and the idea of being able to decorate it with life was somehow appealing. He’s... a being with a soul of flame, though, and completely lost when it comes to this sort of thing.

“I mean not to disturb you, but... you're the one taking care of these? I know not much about plants, but would it be alright if I helped?”

[divineshadows]

@greatseedling​

Palmacosta was being destroyed, but it wasn’t how he remembered it.

Within the mist, he’d stumbled across something he hadn’t expected. He hadn’t been there when the giant tree had attacked Palmacosta- it wasn’t something he remembered. He’d been lucky, in a cruel sort of way. Not that he felt lucky. This wouldn’t be the last time Palmacosta was destroyed, and avoiding one tragedy hadn’t spared him from another.

His heart twisted at the sight, a horrible distress he couldn’t even fully explain rooted deep within his chest. It was like a part of him was screaming in agony- all of this destruction, and he hadn’t been there. He should’ve been able to do something. If he’d been there, maybe he could’ve helped somehow.

Survivor’s Guilt- the term bounced around at the back of his mind, though he didn’t pay attention. He felt helpless in a way he didn’t understand, that he couldn’t express. All he wanted was to scream, to yell, to rage against an unfair world- but he couldn’t even do that.

“...Why? Why is this happening?”

[spiderstaff]

✎ maybe some cottage core vibes for these two??? 👉👈

They picked all of those flowers themselves !