So if you haven’t read my story “Spring Flowers” yet, I highly suggest you do. Unfortunately, there is descriptive gore in it. So… It’s not for everyone.
I decided to digitally draw a picture of what Snufkin looks like in Chapter.. uhh… Fuck. I forgot. I think it was four? Maybe five? It’s 00:42.
Click on it and scoot in and loooook at them eyes! I spent some god damn time on those eyes.
I’m really sorry if my read more button didn’t work. I was really trying my best. I really was.
TW: Discussion of lethal illnesses, flower gore
Disclaimer: This story was inspired by the Undertale fandom’s beautiful AU FlowerFell and the story “Overgrowth” by SociopathicArchangel. However, I would like to keep the two things separate. I was INSPIRED by it and wanted to make my own story based off the idea of a character having flowers grow over their body over a period of time.
Snufkin and Alicia sat down in the forest, the two discussing what the “Blomst illness” was.
“The Blomst illness originated in Norway, that’s why the name is Norwegian. The first signs of it are flowers that match up with your emotional state or wish. It’s not something you can catch, it’s only something you can cause.” Alicia explained. “The disease is caused by one suppressing feelings for a person.”
“Feelings? What do you mean?” Snufkin asked.
“Well, Grandma told me it’s usually love for someone. But sometimes it can be suppressed wishes for freedom or respect from a significant other. And that’s what the type of flower is determined by. You can also tell what emotions the person is suppressing by what flower is growing.”
“What would daffodils mean?” Snufkin nearly regretted asking, but he had to know.
“I would have to check my book. If you wait here, I could go get it and bring it back.”
“Alright, I suppose it’s worth waiting.”
Nearly twenty minutes later, Alicia comes back with an old book. The contents being flowers and what they mean.
“I’m back with the book!” Alicia said, sitting back down and opening the book to a bookmarked page. “Snowdrops: Hop-”
“Sorry to interrupt but I know what snowdrops stand for.”
“Oh. Ok..” Alicia turned the page again. “Daisies: Innocence and Purity. Daffodils: …oh. I was wondering if it was this one.”
Snufkin internally panicked. Was it something difficult to confess? Was it some kind of guilt or grief?
“Daffodils mean unrequited love.” Alicia couldn’t help but giggle a little when Snufkin’s face turned a little red. “Well, that’s all of the information about the flowers that are on you. Do you think you’ll need any more information about the Blomst illness?”
“N-No. I’m good. Thank you for getting me the information I needed.” Snufkin stood up, visibly flustered. He knew very well what he was suppressing; feelings for someone he knew. He headed back towards Moomin house, or rather his tent.
Snufkin reached his campsite by late afternoon. Moomintroll was waiting for him on the bridge. But of course, he wasn’t up for talking with him right now.
The mumrik instantly dashed into his tent, ignoring his friend. Moomin could tell something was wrong, and wanted to help. But he gave his friend some space. So he went back inside.
Snufkin opened his eyes to full vision, no flowers! He also appeared to be inside; in a larger tent, lying in a bed. He stepped out of the bed, noticing that he was completely flowerless. No daisy on his leg, no daffodils sneaking up his arms, no snowdrop above his ear. It seemed unreal.
It became even more unreal when Snufkin realized he was wearing just his pants and tank top… in a tent.. that was not his tent. His ears perked up when he heard humming coming from outside the tent. He poked his head out, and to his surprise, Moomintroll was sitting outside with a bowl of soup in hand.
“Oh! You’re awake! Good morning, Snufkin.” Moomintroll smiled.
“Good morning, Dove.” Snufkin put a hand over his mouth. He said that uncontrollably. He didn’t mean to say that at all. Moomintroll seemed to be unphased by his words like it was a daily thing.
Maybe this was a dream. Maybe he could do what he wanted in this dream.
Snufkin crawled over to Moomintroll, arms out to give him a hug. But when he wrapped his arms around the moomin, the dream dissolved into reality.
In reality, it was midnight. It was chilly, unwelcoming, and worst of all, Snufkin could only see part of it.
Watercolor on Black Bristol Board
2019, 12"x 9"
Gold Dogwood Blossoms
My grandmother planted these
Middle of springs means many flowers to take pretty pics.
Flower me up!
Tulips, i think?
Sketching my OCs
The Heart of Spring