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| CHRYSANTHEMUM 5 |
SUMMARY: The Chrysanthemum symbolizes fidelity, optimism, joy and a long life.This flower also symbolizes death and they can be used to represent someone that has passed on to the other side of life.
PAIRING: Jimin x female reader
WARNING: Murder, death, blood, pain, light smut.
A/N: Chrysanthemum. The one where Jimin isn't pretty as a flower.
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She was in heaven.
After walking past the flower shop over and over on her way to work, she finally got the time to go inside and get lost in between the beautiful flowers. The different smells surrounded her immediately and the lively colors seemed to twirl around her frame.
Stopping in front of some red tulips, she admired the color in awe. It wasn't a vibrant type of red, it was more like a dark and deep tone that swirl around the petals.
"How beautiful are these ones" she murmured, while smelling some of them.
"You like them? I came up with the color myself" said the only employee of the store. He had greeted her warmly when she arrived.
"Really? Like, while growing them up?
“Yes” stepping closer to her, his smile never faltered and his hands kept busy trimming and arranging different flowers.
"How you do get them to curl like that?" she asked curiously. It was so different, she was intrigued. Flowers were always a favorite of her, but this was the first time seeing that specific color and patron.
“I can't reveal my secrets completely, otherwise I'll be out of business" he answered cheekily "But it's most likely due to the consistency. I take little sprouts and grow them with my signature colour and voilá! This gets created.” He smiled candidly, his eyes almost disappearing.
For the second time that evening, she felt suspended in time in that shop. But on this ocassion, it was because of him. She got lost in his expression, eyes kind, rosy cheeks and full lips; calling her, tempting her. Strangely, she also felt at ease in his presence. It was so peaceful and the flowers were so pretty, she felt the urge to learn his secrets.
"I know you just said you won't reveal your secrets, but do you think you can teach me?" she murmured timidly "It's okay if you don't want to, but I really would love to learn".
He took his time thinking, she could see he was weighing the pros and cons of the proposition. Softly touching the flowers, he kept looking at her pensatively, until he seem to reach a conclusion.
"If you promise me not to reveal my secret, I can show you tonight".
"I promise! I just want to know how it works, nothing else!"
He laughed, bending his body towards the floor, a hand in his mouth and his eyes nearly closed.
"Sure, no problem".
And just like that, an arrangement was made and she agreed to comeback after hours.
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A little nervous, you knocked on the back door of the flower shop. It was a bit later of the time they had agreed to, but the bus has run late. You were afraid he got tired of waiting, had changed his mind and was already home.
Opening the door, he smiled sweetly at you and ushered you inside.
"Did I take too long?" he asked, guiding you to a flight of stairs that led them to a basement "My lab is down here and sometimes it's hard to hear what's going on upstairs".
"No, I just got here. Don't worry".
Reaching the basement, you noticed a lot of the space was dark and was covered in plastic. And just like he mentioned, once he closed the door, you couldn't hear anything from outside.
"I got everything ready to show you how it works". He moved swiftly between the plastic, until they reached a table with regular red tulips and chrysanthemum, some clean vases and no other liquid besides water.
"Sorry I don't have enough chairs, I usually work standing up". She was about to say it was okay, when he continued "Here, you can sit on the table".
Since the table was tall, he helped you hop up and in consecuence, you knocked a glass and it broke against the floor.
"Oh! I'm so sorry" you said, voice embarrased and cheeks turning red.
"Don't worry, it happens all the time" stepping in between your legs, he held your hips and helped you move and avoid getting a cut on your exposed thighs.
"Let's clean this first" he said, but kept looking at your eyes and then at your lips. Your body got warm at his words, he was a handsome man and you couldn't deny that he was also, sweet and caring.
"You are really pretty" he mumbled, more to himself than to you. Before he could step away from you to clean the mess, you grabbed the upper side of his apron and pressed him to your chest.
"And you are really handsome" you whispered to him, smiling.
Fiercely, he leaned into you and his lips captured yours. Knocking your air off, his hands got tangled in your hair and his crotch got pressed to yours. Desperate to touch him, you moved your legs around him and tried to touch his neck with your hands. But before you could do it, he yanked your hair eliciting a loud moan from you, and grabbed your hands holding them above your head.
Rutting into his cock, wanting to feel him hardening, you didn't realize he had clasped your wrists around a chain. You only felt his tongue licking the roof of your mouth and one of his hands holding yours. That's why it surprised you so much, when you felt a sharp pain in your left thigh.
"Auch" you said, breathing raggedly and struggling while trying to look what was that.
You got surprised, when you saw your leg bleeding. But you got more shocked, when you realized Jimin was holding a piece of broken glass in his hands and that yours were still above your head, tied with something.
"What's going on?! Please release my hands" you begged, scared for the first time. You didn't know this man, if this was his type of foreplay, you didn't want any part of it.
"Didn't you want to learn how to make my beautiful flowers?" he said, making a bigger cut on your thigh. Your cries got louder and you struggled against the chains.
"This is how I made them" smiling, he put a huge bowl under your leg and you looked in horror how all your blood started to get collected there "Instead of water, I just use blood. It transforms in this rich, almost burgundy color and like I said earlier, the consistency curls around the petals instead of filling them".
You cries got louder, and desperetaly you started screaming. You knew something was wrong, because your leg was bleeding too much and it didn't show signs of stopping.
"Scream all you want, no one can hear you" he said, shrugging his shoulders and gathering some tulips to start dyeing them "It's better to dye them when the blood is still warm you know? Sadly you won't get to see the results, I imagine you might be feeling sleepy already".
Surprised that he was right, you barely could keep your eyes opened. Making a last effort, you tried to kick him while screaming, but he just avoided you and your body felt too tired to listen to you.
You tried again, but you simply didn't move. Without noticing, you had started to feel more and more dizzy. Trying to keep your eyes opened, you saw him dyeing flowers while humming a random song- You didn't care anymore, suddenly everything felt too tiring.
The last thing you saw before you closed your eyes and fell asleep, was one of the tulips starting to show the curls of your blood on its petals.
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Chapter Eight: Home
Hello everybody Sorry for the delay, I’m working on 13 other stories so it’s taking me a while especially since my depression suddenly got really bad again. I’ll make another post with a hopefully better explanation and also a what else I’m writing.
Jack’s P.O.V.
I cry for god knows how long, clinging to Liru like a lifeline with arms wrapped around me, her arms wrapped around me one hand stroking my hair. Every-time I feel like I’m running out of tears, flashes of Anti fill my mind proving me wrong. The entire time I’m crying she doesn’t stop whispering words of comfort in my ear, her mind brushing against my own the same way her hand brushes through my hair. Her hold around me making me feel safe for the first time in eleven years. She whispering and I can’t quite make out what she is saying until she whispers,
“Shhh my love, everything will be okay. Ακόμα κι αν με σκοτώσει, I promise.”
Although I don’t understand what she said, a primal fear fills me as I grab at her tighter mumbling, “No no no no no, please no.” my voice breaking on every word. My breathing becomes quicker and more audible as it becomes harder for me to breathe. I feel her pull me close quickly, putting my head against her chest where I can hear her heart beating and feel her breathing.
“Breathe Πυγολαμπίς, breathe with me.” She holds my head to her chest as she breathes deeply, resulting in me beginning to copy her while she whispers words of reassurance. After a minute of this she stops the deep breathing and we just sit there for a minute as she strokes my hair.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Her voice is as soft as her mind when she talks. I swallow harshly each one of their silhouettes flashing through my head causing me to tear up again. I shake my head a bit as she pulls me up letting me bury my face in her neck, taking in the smell of Roses, Fresh River Water and something I can’t quite place. The amalgamation of the familiar scent’s combined with her cool warmth comforts me as it always has.
“Hey Jack?” Her voice pulling me out of my thoughts and wrapping around me like a soft and heavy blanket, her soul-mark fluttering softly in response.
“Hm?”
“Did you know that Rose Pixies only accept yellow and gold offerings while Dandelion Pixies only accept objects with the colors of their favorite Rose Pixie.” Her voice is light and slightly amused as she spoke and I couldn’t help but smile a bit at the thought of the little Pixies wearing the colors to represent those that they love.
“The Dandelion Pixies will usually try to make replicas of their favorite Rose Pixie’s flower as gifts.” I feel myself smile more at the thought.
“And Rose Pixie’s enjoy making trinkets out of the offerings they’re given for their Dandelion Pixies.”
“Cute.” I find myself whispering the images playing out in my head, finding it adorable.
“It is.” I can hear the start of a smile in her voice when she talks. “And if you give them exactly what they're looking for, they’ll let you take their flower and go stay with their Rose Pixie or Dandelion Pixie until it grows back.”
She’s definitely smiling now, with how calm the chaos is right now, there’s no way she isn’t. And you know what? It makes me smile more, the fact that she’s sharing it with me, the thought of learning more about her world exciting me as I take another deep-breathe.
Roses, Fresh River Water, And something I can’t quite place.
We stay like this for a few minutes before she speaks again. “Are you feeling any better Πυγολαμπίς?”
I blush a little bit feeling a smile spreading across my face at the nickname before nodding.
“Good.” She toys with my hair a little longer before asking, “Are you hungry?”
My stomach growling answers her. I blush burying my face into her neck as she bursts into laughter, her whole body shaking with it and I take a moment to soak up the feeling before she begins to move.
“Come on lets get some food.” I let out a small whine, not wanting to get up yet, as she sits up and I can feel myself turn red at that. She just giggles as I sit up on my legs as she hops over the end of the bed.
“Don’t worry love,” My face turns even redder if possible, “we can relax later.” She holds her hand out and I grab it as she pulls me off the bed and to my feet.
“Come on, foods in the kitchen.” She pulls me to her side and begins to let go of my hand as we walk out but I instinctively gripped her hand and I felt her hold mine in return. She leads me through a series of hallways on the way to the kitchen, they were huge and open with one side with many closed doors along the way, making me believe that they were either normal sized or bigger on the inside, and at this point it’s probably the second one. The other side was open windows that had different types of plants that crawled up around them, beginning to go over the ceiling covering the paintings below it.
The vines ‘Stems?’ and ‘Branches?’ had a multitude of colorful flowers mainly small soft pink ones and tufts of multi-colored tufts of pinks and dark pinks, white’s and purples and reds. Although those two types are the most prominent there are about three other types I can see, one was small flowers in tufts of purple and white, clusters of white and pink star like flowers, and finally large pink and red flowers with more petals on them then I could count those were more prominent than the last two but less so than the first two.
“Oh…” I quickly snap out of my musings at Liru whispering in an almost in awe voice. I quickly look at her, realizing that we had stopped moving with my hand gripping hers tightly and I quickly let go, going to apologize but freezing when I see the utter look of awe and… ‘Hope?’ fill her eyes. I watch as a wide joyful grin spreads across her face and I can feel my heart skip a beat as she seems to glow as a strong breeze flows through the windows knocking petals loose as they begin to flutter to the ground around us.
She catches some of the purple and white petals in the hand that isn’t still gripping mine- wait. I flick my eyes down to see that she hadn’t let go, ‘Oh.’ I quickly look back towards the flowers she was holding my face heating up, even more so when she pulls me right in front of her looking down at the flower and I quickly copy her my face probably redder than a Rose.
“These are Alyssum flowers,” I watch in awe as they begin to float, “they are meant to enchant us with the meaning of,” I watch as they float up until they are over my head. “Grace,” I can feel my hair move ever so slightly, “playfulness,” I look back at her while she watches the flowers her hand moving in the same way the flowers are. “and,” she looks me in the eyes, “wonder.”
Her eyes are shining with joy as she looks at me and I can’t help but feel just as joyful. She smiles widely as she begins to pull me along, jumping slightly to catch some more of the flowers before showing them to me.
“These are Bouvardia flowers.” She makes these one’s float as well.
“They represent the harnessing the power of your dreams with joy,” They float up to my hair again but one of them bumps against my nose making me wiggle it a little, making her laugh a little. “and enthusiasm.” I can feel them ever so slightly land in my hair and the sensation makes me giggle a little.
She smiles widely making me blush before she begins to pull me again looking up at the vines and branches hanging from the ceiling all the way down the hall before quickly hopping onto a plush bench, and jumping up, almost pulling me up with her, grabbing a large red flower that I remember Liru giving me one time, a Chrysanthemum I think she called it. She snaps it’s stem as she falls back down to the ground, landing on her feet right in front of me. She holds it up smiling a bit shyly as she does.
“This is a-”
“Chrysanthemum.” I finish for her, looking down at the red flower fondly, remembering the one she gave me a few months ago. She’s definitely smiling shyly now, and I think I see pink dusting her cheeks as she raises the hand still holding mine and bringing the flower to my wrist and I watch in amazement as the stem wraps around it.
“They have many meanings, in general they’re symbols of magic, wonder,” She looks up at me from the flower before quickly looking down at it, her cheeks a darker pink now.
“and majesty of a shooting star across the midnight sky.” My mind immediately flashes to her eyes, remembering watching the Fireflies dancing in her eyes. “When given to someone it symbolizes fidelity, optimism, joy and long life.”
“This specific color though,” She takes a quiet but deep breath, and I can’t help but feel confused a little at her nervousness just as the stem finishes wrapping around my wrist.
“This specific color means Love.” Oh. Well then why was she so nerv- Oh. Oh! Oh my God. She- but how? How can she love someone like me? How can she love me back? Before I can respond she’s pulling me down the hallway again. Like she literally didn’t just say she loved me as well. She stops suddenly under a particular bunch of pink flowers on branches with the petals falling onto and around us as she smiles softly up at it.
“Cherry Blossoms.” She says softly and she reaches her free hand up and the petals begin to swirl around her hand and wrist.
“These ones have a simple but beautiful meaning, just like them.” I can hear a faint ‘almost as beautiful as you’ echo from her mind and I can feel my face explode with heat.
“They symbolize an abundance of new beginnings,” She brings her hand down, the petals forming into flowers while swirling around her hand and wrist.
“and romance.” The flowers set against my clothes as I look down at it and smile a little at the sight, they don’t really have a pattern but that's okay, it looks amazing against my ratty clothes. She begins pulling my along again seemingly searching for another patch of flowers before finally stopping under a patch of flowers, varying in shades of pink, white and red.
She reaches her hand up again and I can see a red bunch begin to move. I notice her fingers twitching ever so slightly, almost like she has a physical grasp on it before I notice her using her thumb nail to press against her pointer finger. I tilt my head slightly just as her nail digs sharply into her finger and the sound of a stem being cut overhead causes me to look up just as a single bunch falls. She quickly grabs it by the stem and flips it so it’s up right.
“Sweet William Flower.” She looks up from it to me and I know my face is still quite red, thankfully she doesn’t say anything. Instead she reaches up with the flower and tucks it behind my ear, the soft petals brushing up against the side of my face.
“They symbolize getting lost in a whole new world…” My heart jumps to my throat, the meaning feeling extremely familiar. She pulls her hand back against my face, resting against my cheek. I instinctively reach up, putting and hand over hers as I watch her eyes shine with joy and something else…
“A world of Wonder and Enchantment.” I gently grab her hand and moves it to my mouth and gently kissing her palm making her giggle a little. God I love that sound, I wanna hear it every day. I take a deep breath again as she grabs my hand moving it to her shoulder. I let her, enjoying her scent, Roses, Fresh River Water, And something I can’t quite place. It’s on the tip of my tongue, I know what it is, I just know it. She puts her hand on my waist snapping out of my thoughts immediately and I can feel my heartbeat increase significantly.
She pulls me close, putting out our intertwined hands next to us before pulling me into some sort of dance. I think it’s called a waltz, if my memory serves me right.
“Come closer we call,” Her voice keeps me from diving more into thought, her voice soft and enchanting as she sings.
“Come closer and sit for a spell,” I try my best to keep up with her dancing as we move down the hall but I keep stumbling over my feet and I'm pretty sure I’ve stepped on her feet at least twice now.
“For I have many things to show you,” I giggle a bit as she spins us, still a little surprised at her strength but loving it all the same. It makes me feel safe actually, it makes me feel at home- Oh. That's what that smell is.
“The things of Childlike awe and Wonder, My Love.” She finishes with one last spin, letting me go, but our hands are still holding onto each-other. Home, she smells like home. She’s home. I smile widely realizing this, my eyes filling with unshed tears at the realization that I’m finally home.
“Liru?”
“Yes Jack?”
“I’m home.” I watch as a look of pure and utter elation, relief and love(?) spread across her face, eyes beginning to shine with unshed happy tears, and I know they are happy tears from the way her mind sounds, the music that always seems to linger in the back of her mind, amidst all the chaos, explodes into jovial sounds and tunes. And if that wasn’t enough, her next words and the tone of her voice are enough.
“Welcome home Jack.”
Translations, Thank you @antis-gauge
"Even if it kills me" = “Ακόμα κι αν με σκοτώσει”
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Curious about what types of Olives and Olivias I should do next!
so- send me a wild animal, butterfly, plant, fungus, and/or metal/crystal/rock to make a pair out of! Here’s some notes about flower language and a few meanings of other plants to help out.
Acacia Blossom - Concealed Love; Beauty in Retirement; Chaste Love
Acorn - Nordic Symbol of Life and immortality
Ambrosia - Your Love is Reciprocated
Arbutus- Thee Only Do I Love
Aster - Symbol of Love: Daintiness
Azalea - Take Care of Yourself for Me; Temperance; Fragile Passion; Chinese Symbol of Womanhood
Alstroemeria flower is symbolic of wealth, prosperity and fortune. It is also the flower of friendship.
Amaryllis This flower is symbolic of splendid beauty. It is also used to indicate worth beyond beauty. Pride; Pastoral Poetry
Anemone on a darker note indicates fading hope and a feeling of having been forsaken. On a positive note, it symbolizes anticipation. Forsaken
Anthurium symbolizes hospitality. It is also used to indicate happiness and abundance.
Aster symbolizes patience. It is also indicative of a love of variety. It also symbolizes elegance and daintiness.
Bird of Paradise symbolizes joyfulness. It also symbolizes magnificence. It can also be used to indicate exciting and wonderful anticipation.
Bouvardia Double symbolizes enthusiasm. It is also used to indicate zest for life.
Bachelor Button - Single Blessedness
Begonia - Beware
Bells of Ireland - Good Luck
Bittersweet - Truth
Bluebell - Humility
Bouquet of Withered Flowers- Rejected Love
Cactus - Endurance
Camellia- Admiration; Perfection; Good Luck, Gift to a Man, Pink - Longing for You, Red - You're a Flame in My Heart, White - You're Adorable
Candy Tuft - Indifference
Cattail - Peace; Prosperity
Chrysanthemum- represent happiness, love, longevity and joy, yellow: neglected love or sorrow, red : love, white : loyalty and devoted love,
Coreopsis - Always Cheerful
Crocus - Cheerfulness
Cyclamen - Resignation and Good-bye
Calla Lily symbolizes magnificence and beauty. White Calla lilies combine these two attributes with purity and innocence associated with the color white to make it the perfect choice of flower in a Wedding bouquet.
Carnation symbolizes pride and beauty, Fascination; Divine Love. A red carnation symbolizes love, pride, and admiration; My Heart Aches for You; Admiration; a pink carnation symbolizes the love of a woman or a mother; I'll Never Forget You; a purple carnation symbolizes capriciousness; a yellow carnation symbolizes disdain, rejection or disappointment; You Have Disappointed Me; Rejection; while a white carnation symbolizes innocence and pure love; Sweet and Lovely; Innocence; Pure Love; Woman's Good Luck Gift. A striped carnation conveys No; Refusal; Sorry I Can't Be with You: Wish l Could Be with You. Solid Colour - Yes
Chrysanthemum symbolizes fidelity, optimism, joy, and a long life. A red chrysanthemum conveys love; a white chrysanthemum symbolizes truth and loyal love while a yellow chrysanthemum symbolizes slighted love. General - You're A Wonderful Friend; Cheerfulness and Rest, Red - I Love, White - Truth, Yellow - Slighted Love
Daffodil symbolizes regard and chivalry. It is indicative of rebirth, new beginnings, and eternal life. It also symbolizes unrequited love. A single Daffodil foretells misfortune while a bunch of daffodils indicates joy and happiness. Regard; Unrequited Love; You're the Only One; The Sun is Always Shining When I'm with You
Daisy symbolizes innocence and purity. It conveys loyal love and “I will never tellâ€. Gerbera Daisy specifically conveys cheerfulness. Innocence; Loyal Love; I'll Never Tell; Purity
Delphinium, Hybrid symbolizes big-heartedness, fun, lightness and levity. It also indicates an ardent attachment.
Dandelion - Faithfulness; Happiness
Dead Leaves - Sadness
Fern - Magic; Fascination; Confidence and Shelter, Maidenhair - Secret Bond of Love
Fir - Time
Flax - Domestic Symbol
Forget-Me-Not- True Love; Memories
Freesia symbolizes innocence and thoughtfulness.
Forsythia - Anticipation
Gardenia symbolizes purity and sweetness. They indicate secret love. They convey joy. They tell the receiver you are lovely. You're Lovely: Secret Love
Gerbera belongs to the daisy family and therefore assumes the symbolism associated with the daisy flower. Gerbera specifically conveys cheerfulness.
Gladiolus symbolizes strength of character, faithfulness, and honor. The Gladiolus flower signifies remembrance. Give Me a Break . . . I'm Really Sincere; Flower of the Gladiators
Grass - Submission
Garlic - Courage; Strength
GeraniuM -"Stupidity; Folly
GLOXINIA - Love at First Sight
Hyacinth symbolizes playfulness and a sporty attitude and in its extreme rashness. Hyacinths also denote constancy. Blue hyacinth stands for constancy, purple for sorrow, red or pink for play, white for loveliness and yellow for jealousy.
Hydrangea symbolizes heartfelt emotions. It can be used to express gratitude for being understood. In its negative sense hydrangea symbolizes frigidity and heartlessness. Thank You for Understanding; Frigidity; Heartlessness
Hyacinth General - Games and Sports; Rashness: Flower Dedicated to Apollo, Blue - Constancy, Purple - I Am Sorry; Please Forgive Me: Sorrow, Red or Pink - Play, White- Loveliness; I'll Pray for You, Yellow - Jealousy
Holly - Defense; Domestic Happiness
Heather Lavender symbolizes admiration, solitude, and beauty while white heather symbolizes protection and indicates that wishes will come true. Lavender - Admiration; Solitude, White - Protection; Wishes will Come True,
Iris symbolizes eloquence. Purple iris is symbolic of wisdom and compliments. Blue iris symbolizes faith and hope. Yellow iris symbolizes passion while white iris symbolizes purity.
Fleur-de-Lis, Emblem of France: Your Friendship Means So Much to Me; Faith; Hope; Wisdom and Valour; My Compliment
Ivy - Wedded Love; Fidelity; Friendship; Affection, Ivy Sprig Of White Tendrils -Anxious to Please; Affection
Jonquil - Love Me; Affection Returned; Desire; Sympathy; Desire for Affection Returned
Larkspur- Pink - Fickleness
Lily-0f-The-Valley - Sweetness; Tears of the Virgin Mary; Return to Happiness; Humility; You've Made My Life Complete
Larkspur symbolizes levity or lightness. It is also indicative of fickleness and haughtiness.
Lilac symbolizes youthful innocence and confidence. White lilac symbolizes humility and innocence, field lilac symbolizes charity while purple lilac symbolizes first love.
Lily symbolizes purity and refined beauty. White lily symbolizes modesty and virginity, orange lily symbolizes passion, yellow lily symbolizes gaiety while Lily of the Valley symbolizes sweetness and purity of heart. The Easter lily is the symbol of the Virgin Mary. Calla - Beauty, Day - Coquetry; Chinese Emblem for Mothers, Eucharis - Maiden Charms, Orange - Hatred, Tiger - Wealth; Pride, White - Virginity; Purity; Majesty; It's Heavenly to Be with You, Yellow - I'm Walking on Air; False and Gay
Magnolia - Nobility
Marigold - Cruelty: Grief Jealousy
Mistletoe - Kiss me; Affection; To Surmount Difficulties; Sacred Plant of India; Magic Plant of the Druids
Monkshood - Beware; A Deadly Foe is Near
Moss - Maternal Love; Charity
Myrtle - Love; Hebrew Emblem of Marriage
Narcissus - Egotism; Formality; Stay as Sweet as You Are
Nasturtium - Conquest; Victory in Battle
Nuts - Stupidity
Oleander - Caution
Orange Blossom - Innocence; Eternal Love; Marriage and Fruitfulness
Orange Mock - Deceit
Orchid is a symbol of the exotic beauty. It symbolizes refinement, thoughtfulness and mature charm. It also symbolizes proud and glorious femininity. Love; Beauty; Refinement; Beautiful Lady; Chinese Symbol for Many Children, Cattleya - Mature Charm
Peony symbolizes bashfulness and compassion. It can also be used to express indignation or shame. It symbolizes a happy life, happy marriage, good health and prosperity. Shame; Gay Life; Happy Marriage
Palm Leaves - Victory and Success
Petunia - Resentment; Anger; Your Presence Soothes me
Pine - Hope; Pity
Poppy General - Eternal Sleep; Oblivion; Imagination, Red - Pleasure, White - Consolation, Yellow - Wealth; Success
Protea, King stands for change and transformation. It signifies daring and resourcefulness. It is symbolic of diversity and courage.
Queen Anne's Lace symbolizes a haven or sanctuary. It signifies complexity and delicateness.
Ranunculus symbolizes radiant charm. It conveys a message that you are radiant with charm or you are attractive.
Rose symbolizes love. It signifies love in its various forms. Its symbolism varies based on color, variety, and number.
Primrose - I Can't Live Without You; Evening - Inconstancy
Rose: Bridal - Happy Love, Christmas - Tranquilize My Anxiety; Anxiety, Coral - Desire, Damask - Persian Ambassador of Love, Dark Crimson - Mourning, Dark Pink - Thankfulness, Lavender - Enchantment, Orange - Fascination, Pale Peach - Modesty, Pale Pink - Grace, Joy, Red - Love, Respect, Single Full Bloom - I Love You; I Still Love You, Tea - I'll Remember; Always, Thornless - Love at First Sight, White - Innocence and Secrecy, White and Red Together - Unity White on Red Together - Flower Emblem of England, Yellow - Joy, Friendship
Rose Leaf - You May Hope,
Rosebud - Beauty and Youth; A Heart Innocent of Love, Moss - Confessions of Love, Red - Pure and Lovely, White - Girlhood
Roses Bouquet of Full Bloom - Gratitude, Garland or Crown of - Reward of Merit; Crown Symbol of Superior Merit, Musk Cluster - Charming
Red Roses: A red rose is an unmistakable expression of love. Red roses convey deep emotions - be it love, longing or desire. Red Roses can also be used to convey respect, admiration or devotion. A deep red rose can be used to convey heartfelt regret and sorrow. The number of red roses has special romantic meanings associated with them. 12 red roses are the most popular of all which conveys "Be mine" and "I love you"
White Roses: White is the color of purity, chastity, and innocence. White flowers are generally associated with new beginnings and make an ideal accompaniment to a first-time bride walking down the aisle. White flowers can be used to convey sympathy or humility. They also are indicative of spirituality. Hence, white roses also follow suit.
Yellow Roses: Yellow roses are an expression of exuberance. Yellow roses evoke sunny feelings of joy, warmth and welcome. They are symbols of friendship and caring. The yellow rose, like the other roses, does not carry an undertone of romance. It indicates purely platonic emotions.
Pink Roses: There are a lot of variations of the pink rose. Overall, pink roses are used to convey gentle emotions such as admiration, joy, and gratitude. Light pink rose blooms are indicative of sweetness and innocence. Deep pink rose blooms convey deep gratitude and appreciation. Pink roses also connote elegance and grace.
Orange Roses: While a yellow rose reminds us of the sun, an orange rose reminds us of a fiery blaze. These fiery blooms signify passion and energy. Orange roses can be used to express intense desire, pride and fervor. They also convey a sense of fascination. These flowers rival only the red roses as messengers of passion in romance.
Lavender Roses: A Lavender rose like its color conveys enchantment. It also expresses "love at first sight". Darker shades of lavender roses (close to purple) convey a sense of regal majesty and splendor. These roses are used to express fascination and adoration.
Blue Roses: A perfectly blue rose is still elusive like the perfectly black rose. Blue roses cannot be achieved naturally so they represent the unattainable or the mysterious. Blue roses, therefore, embody the desire for the unattainable. They say "I can't have you but I can't stop thinking about you"
Green roses: Green is the color of harmony, of opulence, of fertility. It is also a color indicative of peace and tranquility. Green roses (these are off-white roses with shades of green) can symbolize best wishes for a prosperous new life or wishes for recovery of good health
Black Roses: Black is the color of death and farewell. A black rose, like the blue rose, remains elusive. What we know as black roses are actually really dark red roses. Black roses convey the death of a feeling or idea. Sending black roses to someone indicates the death of the relationship.
Mixed Roses: By mixing rose blooms of different colors purposefully, you can create a bouquet of emotions. For example, a bouquet of red and white roses would mean I love you intensely and my intentions are honorable. A random mix of roses would convey mixed feelings or send a message: "I don't know what my feelings are yet but I sure do like you enough to send you roses."
Snapdragon symbolizes graciousness and strength. Its negative connotations include deception and presumption. Deception; Gracious Lady
Spider Flower - Elope with Me
Stephanotis - Happiness in Marriage; Desire to Travel
Statice is symbolic of remembrance. It also symbolizes sympathy and success.
Stock symbolizes lasting beauty and a happy life. It is indicative of bonds of affection and is symbolic of promptness. Bonds of Affection; Promptness; You'll Always Be Beautiful to Me
Smilax - Loveliness
Sunflower signifies pure thoughts. It symbolizes adoration and dedication. It is symbolic of dedicated love. It is however also symbolic of haughtiness.
Sweet Pea indicates delicate pleasure and bliss. It is a flower symbolic of departure after having a good time. Good-bye; Departure; Blissful Pleasure; Thank You for a Lovely Time
Tulip signifies a declaration of love. It also symbolizes fame and perfect love. General - Perfect Lover; Fame; Flower Emblem of Holland, Red - Believe Me; Declaration of Love, Variegated - Beautiful Eyes, Yellow - There's Sunshine in Your Smile
Violet- Modesty, Blue - Watchfulness; Faithfulness; I'll Always Be True, White - Let's Take a Chance on Happiness
Viscaria -Will You Dance with Me?
Zinnia- Magenta - Lasting Affection, Mixed - Thinking (or in Memory) of an Absent Friend, Scarlet - Constancy, White - Goodness, Yellow - Daily Remembrance
If you have any more plants I’ve missed or something you would like to add please do! This is just something to get us going a bit more and for some fun drawings before I’m unable to post them thanks to break!
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Ambrosia: Dazai Happiness Week
The prompts of Dazai X Happiness week on Tumblr.
Also know as… Kessho procrastinating on Ambrosia yet again.
You can find the parent story either on Quotev, or Archive of Our Own I’m gonna upload everything here later...
[Day 1] Flowers
AU: Bungou Gakuen
Ambrosia: Dazai Happiness Week
[Here] [Day 2] [Day 3] [Day 4] [Day 5] [Day 6] [Day 7]
White, red, blue, yellow, pink… even purple filled [Name]’s eyes. Truly, with the amount of vibrant colours that laid out for her to see was a feast for the eyes – every colour of flowers imaginable was in this small shop.
And the scent also was a feast on the nose, although perhaps it was slightly too much for the female picking out a meaningful present for her boyfriend, as she had to backtrack out of the shop for a while just to escape the flowery scents.
Seriously, forget every medicine under the sun that her uncle/caretaker had locked away in the school cupboards, these flowers were the real menace… the assault on her nose was something that she could not forget in quite a while.
Let’s see…
Amaryllis, as the pleasant shop owner had said with a dazzling smile that made [Name] completely rethink even setting a single foot in here, was a flower with the colour of romance, of love. The owner had also advised pairing it up with roses and lilies, to give the bouquet a meaning straight out of the heart.
And when the female searched up Amaryllis online, she found out that the flower means ‘splendid beauty’ and ‘worth beyond beauty’. Then in a complete coincidence, the full name of the said flower contain Dazai’s rather infamous nickname for her (and every breathing women out there), being ‘belladonna’.
“Amaryllis belladonna lily…” she had whispered under her breath, “or not… I don’t want him to go on and on about how he wanted to do a double suicide with me all the while having love hearts instead of eyes…”
Perhaps hearing the words “double suicide” tumbling out of the female (who physically doesn’t look a day over twenty - or eighteen to others) without any emotion at all, and her face showing no concern at the prospect of ending one’s life, the shopkeeper smiled awkwardly and just… backtracked away from the female who was having a glaring contest at her poor flowers.
“Oh, those white calla lilies look elegant… wonder what they represent.”
Yet staring at the black words of “purity” and then “innocence” written both in neat kanji and katakana, which were the last words that anybody would use to describe Dazai, [Name]’s head turned so fast to immediately look at other flowers that it startled the female shop owner for the second time.
“Please, please, please, please tell me that you made up your mind, [Surname]-san.” the white haired male who had the misfortune to be dragged into [Name] and her shopping begged.
If they were not in a public place, and if her uncle was not here (though he might as well be absent, as the greying man was busy sleeping away on the chair, and if you could come closer to him, you can just faintly make out the light snores that originated from the ginger), then Nakajima Atsushi might really would have went on his knees and begged for her to at least pick one, one flower.
But he didn’t, ultimately. And so he went with what any five year olds would do when they were bored.
He whined.
[Surname] [Name], meanwhile, had endless patience (unless if it comes to Dazai and his suicides, but that’s another story all together), so it was of no surprise that the poor boy really believed they could be stuck in here well into the night. Thank God that the shop had a closing time of 9, or he had a mysterious sinking feeling in his gut that [Name] would have stayed until midnight – or even later just to pick out the perfect present (in this case, a bouquet of flowers) for her boyfriend.
To be fair though, the poor boy didn’t even sign up for this. Much like the time when he was ditched left with Yosano, he was only roped into this because the original acquaintance of [Name] had landed the spotlight on him as soon as the words “[Name]”, “shopping” and “Dazai” were revealed.
Besides, they were in this shop since school ended, and if the orange sky outside (and also Vesalius Andreas’s snoring) was of any indication, Atsushi wagered he was stuck in this room for at least four hours.
Oh, how he dreamed of his chazuke and – surprisingly enough, as it was the first time such a thought wandered into his mind – his bed.
His comfy futon with fluffy sheets that he just wanted to roll around and inhale the laundry smell instead of whatever was currently assaulting his senses. And the chazuke, his favourite meal… the fluffy rice with the perfectly cooked tea and egg-
“I’ve got it!” standing tall and proud, with her hands on her hips, the female seemed as if she solved a mathematics problem of the century.
Ah, seems like [Name] really had made up her mind. That’s good, now Atsushi do have time to make his beloved chazuke and savour its taste-
“I’ll buy everything in this shop.”
… What?
“[Surname]-san, please don’t!”
“Since nothing can represent my love for Osamu, then I’ll buy everything just so he can finally see how much I love him.”
“O-Osamu”?! “love”?! [Surname]-san, when have you been this verbal? Is it the smell? Has the smell clouded your senses?! It’s definitely the assault on your senses that made your personality turn a complete 180, right? Right?!
The florist, meanwhile, being completely on the opposite side of Atsushi’s horror, looked as if she had just won the lottery.
“Hmm-? What? Did [Name]-chan finally pick out the perfect bouquet for that troublesome student?”
“Vesalius-sensei! [S-Surname]-san said that- she said that she’s going to buy everything in the shop!”
A look of utter surprise flashed across Vesalius’s face, and he stood up so suddenly and without a stumble that Atsushi wondered whether he really was sleeping for a couple of hours beforehand.
But instead of trying to lightly scold his niece for her absolute barbaric and impossible announcement, he did something that’s out of the ordinary… for normal people anyway:
“That’s brilliant! It’s something I would do anyway! Come [Name], let us buy the shop’s entire stock.”
“Ver-Versalius-sensei?!”
With a heavy heart, Atsushi left the florist, knowing that when they had their hearts set on something, it was as easy as reviving the dead when it comes to changing [Name] and Vesalius’s minds.
Yet the next day, outside the school building, when Atsushi saw [Name] hand his friend a beautiful and colourful bouquet with the colours of red and white, the stone in his heart lifted at the belief that they somehow, miraculously, did not buy everything in the shop.
It positively soared at the look of utter happiness on Dazai’s face.
Warmth, something that was almost foreign to the brunette, started to enclose in his heart, thawing out the frost that lingered longer than the winters here in Japan. He was touched, honestly, for having someone that could light up the darkness in his mind- no, his soul. The brightness dispersed every lingering fog in the corners and a softness, also foreign, was felt.
Needless to say, he would really have to show his gratitude to his girlfriend, who was blushing and looking so cute that he almost forgot where they were and was about to ravish her when-
Vesalius’s stern look (who somehow had popped up out of… nowhere) snapped him back to his senses.
But hey, when have a teacher ever stopped the infamous Dazai Osamu from virtually doing anything?
“Good morning [Surname]-san, Vesalius-sensei,” seriously, was everybody popping from Narnia today? Even Atsushi somehow had appeared right around the corner, Dazai mused to himself with the bouquet under one hand, and [Name]’s hand in the other. “and ah, Dazai-san as well. I’m glad to see that you didn’t buy the entire stock of the florist.”
Atsushi was met with silence.
“D-don’t tell me… you-you actually bought everything?!”
“No, of course not, Atsushi-kun.” the boy’s smile returned at [Name]’s statement, and it widened at the blush (as miniscule as it was, much like [Name]’s soft smile that she had on now – it was just barely noticeable after all) painted on Dazai’s cheeks.
Although he was less happy when he heard about a truck load of delivery was delivered to Dazai’s house earlier this morning. But hey, that couldn’t be [Name] and her flowers (the female was known for telling the truth 24/7), oh no – it was probably Dazai and his love of crab sticks, or well, anything to do with crab… and ropes and bandages… it couldn’t be [Name], it just couldn’t.
Still, whether it was [Name] or not, as the male registered at the look of utter love that was radiating of his older friend, he knew that whatever [Surname] [Name] does, it makes Dazai Osamu happy.
And in turn, as long as Dazai’s happy, then Atsushi’s satisfied.
Even if [Name] really had bought everything from that florist.
“We didn’t buy everything in that florist,” [Name] reiterated, now looking more proud than ever. “no, we bought everything in that florist and the next flower shop after that.”
Needless to say, Atsushi’s shout was heard all across the school on that bright morning:
“WHAT?!”
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Note: For those interested, the bouquet consisted of:
Red roses – love, longing, desire and/or respect, admiration, devotion
White chrysanthemums – fidelity, optimism, joy and long life and/or truth, loyal love
Gardenias – purity, sweetness and/or secret love, joy. They also tell the receiver “you are lovely”
@dazaixhappinessweek2k19 did I do all right??? It is my first time participating after all
#bungou stray dogs#ambrosia (story)#dazai osamu (bsd)#dazai x reader#reader insert#bungou gakuen#fluff#suggestive themes#dazaixhappinessweek2k19#hey look i didn't write angst for once#imported work#Ambrosia: Dazai Happiness Week
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| CHRYSANTHEMUM 3 |
• SUMMARY: The Chrysanthemum symbolizes fidelity, optimism, joy and a long life.This flower also symbolizes death and they can be used to represent someone that has passed on to the other side of life.
• PAIRING: Jungkook x reader
• WARNING: Mentions of death, stalking, street harassment.
• WORD COUNT: 1K.
• A/N: Film. The one where Jungkook liked to film you.
She was the most beautiful creature he has seen in ages. Through the lens of his camera, he recorded her walking along the riverbank.
Originally, he was there to shoot the sunset and some of the people enjoying the nice spring afternoon. Since the new project he was working on had a warm feeling to it, he thought that scenery would fit with the mood of the winter going away and the spring leaking slowly, that he was looking for.
He definitely wasn’t expecting to fall in love while shooting this footage.
He often came to the river sidewalk to shoot, because you could find all kind of interesting people around. Some going out in dates, some families kid their kids, or even just groups of friends. Sometimes he will see girls walking around all alone, and it will make him curious.
Were they expecting someone? Were they just lonely? Would it be too bad if he joins her?
That kind of thoughts would always pop through his mind while watching those young women. This time was not the exception.
Without him noticing and always behind the lens, he started walking to her. He could see her slowly pacing along the path next to the river. She seemed to be going in the opposite direction most people were walking. The closer she gets to the pass under the bridge, the more he thought she was drawing him on purpose.
“Could that be? Did she noticed me looking at her and now she is interested? There is no other reason for her to go under the bridges where is dark and isolated…”
With his heart beating like crazy, he picks up the pace and started to be more brazen about following her.
“I can believe someone as beautiful as her could feel the same way I do… This must be fate, we must me destined to love each other for eternity…”
Jungkook kept walking and following her with not a care in the world. He continued to record the river, to capture some of the sunset, but mainly focused on the girl.
She was supposed to meet with some friends, way before it got dark, but they had a miscommunication problem and she got down on the wrong subway station. So, she had being waiting at the wrong side of the park near the river. When they noticed, she immediately started making his way to them, which included going through some darker areas of the park.
She wasn’t scared because it wasn’t the first time she had hangout at the park at night, so she didn’t really thought something might happen. That is why, when she heard steps walking behind her, she did not think twice about it. It was only when she was passing under the bridge, that she noticed only one shadow next to hers.
Looking back carefully, she saw this man walking near her recording his surroundings with his camera. He did not seem to be paying any attention to her, so she kept walking. Once she cross to the other side of the bridge, she kind of breathe a little easier, until she noticed there wasn’t people around this side of the park and she had to walk until the next bridge to find her friends.
There was still a little bit of light around, but she was a little scared because of the man walking behind her, she grabbed her purse firmly against her – ready to swing it if she needed it – and after a glance at the guy, whom has lowered his camera slightly and was looking at her with big doe eyes – she started walking faster.
Hoping she was just overreacting, she prayed over and over in her head to reach her friends safely. But the steps of the guy behind her started to sound faster too. Scared, she walked even quicker, holding the memory of his eyes – the only thing about him that she saw clearly – in her mind in case she needed it later.
Scared of the man constantly following her, she tried to run away, but the sun was almost completely gone, and he was faster and stronger. In a swift motion he threw his camera away, the one that had been hiding his face this whole time. His handsome features weren’t’ captured by her because she was focusing on trying to run away from him.
He grabbed her, looking crazy and infuriated, and dropped her to the ground. The side of her face smacking the pavement. With a faint sob she tried to shake him off, but he was pressing his knees to her torso.
Slowly losing her capacity to breath, she had to hear him blaming her and punching her face and body.
“Why?! Why you always had to make me do this? None of you reciprocate my feelings EVER! You bring this on yourself… Why?”
The more he talked, the more he could not control it.
In between his own cries, he grabbed her once more, dragged her and dropped her in the water. With a firm hand he kept her head under water, and even if she tried to struggle her body was too hurt to make any difference. The last thing she heard while losing conscious was his mumbled words through the water and his crying.
“Every time I fall in love; you always do this to me… What is wrong with me? Why can’t you love me the same way?”
Looking back around the – now - dark river, he tried to find his camera. The red light was a faint dot a few feet away.
“And you always do this… You make me drop my beloved camera. Now I have to check if it’s alright”.
Sighing and tired, he walked away from the body that remained still in the river. After cleaning his face with his sleeve, he grabbed his camera and mumbled:
“Damn, I’ll have to come back tomorrow to film the river while there is still light. What a waste of a day”.
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