#aloe: grief

[unfoxmeart]

Flesh & Flower p5

Yes, more of this. I did this back in june, but didnt have my scanner at hand. Here it is now.

Earth worms, tansy, bay leaves, black berries, aloe vera, pansy, lady's slipper, and camellia.

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[gregoftom]

what do you mean you don’t think you’re gonna be buried at my side

[freshbaked-bread]

five of hearts

queen / king of hearts

two of hearts

[ask-steven-stevenson]

what ur fav flower 🥺

“..I have a few. I’ll just say teo. Coxcomb, and Aloe.”

[nebby-stardust]

1 of 3 bitties, his nickname is Aloe - the others are far more high energy but it's a joy to have help with my plants. optimistic but somewhat melancholy musings under the cut - Also transcripts

Aloe: I thought you kept succulents Nebby: I did Nebby: They died Aloe: Sounds to me like time to start fresh

My garden got infected with black mold and scales. It was ironic - watching as the life drained from each leaf, My garden was once - and I think still is - an extension of my mind I took care of it to show I could take care of myself, Ironic that the blight came out of dormancy when stress started to rot my health.

But you can start a new garden. You'll never be free of blight or parasites, you'll never be free of stress, But you can always start caring for your health again, You can nurse flowers from new plants. Life moves on, there are ups and downs, flowers wither in the winter and bloom in the spring - And so long as you survive, you'll grow from the rot that once felt like it took you over

[hirokiyuu]

Besk/Instance Hanahaki prompt >:3c

Fifteen years later, and her very first thought when she crawls out of the rubble of the spaceship is Besk would've loved it here, which makes her chest hurt with the same old stupid ache. Every year she thinks she's killed the flowers and every year she's wrong, coughing up bright red flowers that are never fully in bloom.

Now's no different -- she catches the cough in her hand, shoves the flowers in her pocket, and resolutely pretends it'd never happened at all.

[immayzozi]

otra semana. otra semana que pasa en esta vida. la mía. la tuya ya no. ya se terminó. y hay que seguir. los muertos van con uno, dicen. no queiro pensarte como mi muerto. te quiero vivo, vivo, vivo. como el cielo a la noche en el cecupo. como el aloe que tira hijitos. vivo sin parar. vivo con ganas. respirando. te quiero conmigo, vivo. te extraño siempre. me pierdo sin vos. me ahogo. no me aguanto ni yo. no soporto nada. nada que viva mientras vos no. te necesito.

[alhavaradawnstar]

shit needs doing so naturally I am thinking about. The swap au

[saint-bestial]

my boyanimal

[scealaiscoite]

flower language prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

❀ calla lily (beauty) — “you’re so beautiful.”

❀ aloe (affection, also grief) — “i miss them so much.”

❀ basil (good wishes) — “i just want the best for you.”

❀ begonia (beware) — “just be careful, okay?”

❀ gardenia (secret love) — “i don’t love you any less just because no one else can see it.”

❀ red chrysanthemum (i love you) — “i love you. please don’t forget that.”

❀ red columbine (anxiety) — “can you hold my hand? please?”

❀ daffodil (unequaled love) — “no one will ever come close to you.”

❀ edelweiss (courage, devotion) — “touch them again and i promise, it will be the last thing you ever do.”

❀ candytuft (indifference) — “i said that i didn’t care, but i lied.”

❀ holly (domestic happiness) — “i never want to leave this bed.”

❀ myrtle (marriage) — “i can’t believe it. we’re really married!”

❀ oak (strength) — “you’re stronger than you think.”

❀ aster (symbol of love, daintiness) — “i’m not fragile, y’know.”

❀ arborvitae (unchanging friendship) — “i’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

❀ blue salvia (i think of you) — “here. this made me think of you.”

❀ yarrow (everlasting love) — “i don’t think i’ll ever stop loving you.”

[stoneagedevil]

“I’m Not in Love” | Human!Alastor x F!Reader

TW/CW: Suicide, guns, hunting, allusions to murder, initial unrequited love, grief, death, hysteria fueled by grief.

PART 2: “Reunion”

-♥️-

He remembered the day he met you. It was a Monday, and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. The summer sun’s rays beat down on the back of his already tan neck, and he knew he wouldn’t hear the end of his mama’s scolding while she gently applied aloe once she saw how scorched he was.

Mama. She sent him to pick up a few things from the store for supper tomorrow. He couldn’t do it the day before, as there was church and the stores weren’t open.

Maybe if he went Saturday, or even Tuesday, it would’ve saved him the trouble of meeting you. You bumped into him, change flying from both your hands as you both scrambled to pick up your funds.

“You should watch where you’re walking.” He warned. At this rate, who knows if he even has enough to get what his mother asked?

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you. Here, this quarter can’t be mine, I’m over some change.” You shyly held out your hand, the quarter at the center of your palm.

“How do I know you haven’t stolen any other change?” He swiped the quarter from your hand, not trusting of you at all. Your eyebrows furrowed. Did you really seem like that much of a street rat?

“Why would I go and do a thing like that?” You tilted your head at him, and the question stilled him. Maybe he was being too harsh with you. No one intentionally bumps into another person.

Unless you planned this entire ordeal and wanted to steal his change with your little thieving hands.

He was back to not trusting you again.

“Just count your money. Tell me if it’s right.” You said, desperate to make this stranger not think so ill of you.

He didn’t like that you were telling him what to do, but he counted anyway. “I’m a nickel short.” He frowned.

You sighed, looking at the change you had left. You had a nickel, but it was part of the original amount you had. What little you scrounged up. “Here,” you held out your nickel, “it was my fault that I bumped into you. Take it.”

The hand that previously swiped the quarter from you hesitated at the chance to take this coin. He was too harsh with you.

“Go on, take it. It’s alright.” You encouraged. You put on your best smile to show how pure your intentions were.

His shoulders relaxed, and a soft smile appeared on his face, as if yours was contagious. “Thank you…”

“Y/N.” You finished.

“Y/N. I’m Alastor. I apologize for my behavior, and I appreciate your honesty.” He said, slightly looking off to the side.

That was the start of this horrible situation.

—

I'm not in love

So don't forget it

“I don’t love her mama!” He pouted at his mother. Normally he wouldn’t dream of going against his mother’s words, but this was different. He was growing up. He was a man with aspirations. He didn’t have time for love. You were just his friend to pass the time. A phase.

It's just a silly phase I'm going through

Even when you patiently awaited his calls on the telephone, he didn’t want you to get any ideas.

And just because

I call you up

Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made

You both grew up. Him into a strapping young gentleman his mama worked so hard to raise, and you, a vision. A beauty filled with a fiery determination that no one could put out. Except for him.

I'm not in love, no no, it's because

He wasn’t in love. Why? Well, because! He…he just wasn’t! It didn’t matter how much time you spent together. He just wanted to see you. He just wanted your company.

I’d like to see you

But then again

That doesn't mean you mean that much to me

Just friends. A mantra he’d been repeating to any other person in his life who brought you up. He wished everyone would stop this nonsense. When you were away, he simply missed talking to someone about anything, surely.

You could be replaced. Surely.

So if I call you

Don't make a fuss

And yet you always would make a fuss. Always fawning over him, asking how his day was, how work at the radio station was, what he ate that day. Silly inconsequential questions.

Don't tell your friends about the two of us

I'm not in love, no no, it's because

“I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a party my friend is hosting. She said I could bring a date.” You twisted the telephone cord around your finger, nervously hoping he’d agree to it.

“A date? Don’t tell me you’ve been telling your friends I’ve been courting you. You know it would never come to that.” He said, defensively. His cheeks were warm and his stomach felt funny at the notion of accompanying you as your date for the night.

Your throat felt tight. Maybe throughout all of these years, it truly was hopeless. A blink of an eye, and a decade went by since the day you both met, and he still hasn’t asked to court you. Maybe you were reading the glances he gave you wrong. Maybe his face wasn’t warming at you. Maybe he never thought your jokes were funny, and he laughed out of pity. “N-No, no. I haven’t told them anything like that.” You paused, sniffling. “It was only an invitation. I could ask another, if you aren’t interested.”

“Please do.” Space. Perhaps what he needed was time away from you. You were making him feel things that he didn’t like. That he didn’t understand. Maybe he hated you, and he just didn’t know it.

Be quiet, big boys don't cry

Big boys don't cry

Big boys don't cry

Big boys don't cry

So if you meant nothing, why was he tearing up at the thought of you going to a party with another man?

Big boys don't cry

Big boys don't cry

Big boys don't cry

His father told him men don’t cry. His mother told him big boys don’t cry, but it was okay because he’d always be her little boy. So here his eyes and heart were, stuck in the middle of two parents that weren’t even here. Not even his mother to comfort him.

I keep your picture

Upon the wall

He looked at the portrait of you and him that you gifted on the anniversary of your friendship. The five year anniversary. You’d carved the wooden frame yourself, imagery of activities you’d both done together sculpted out of the walnut. Bullets and antlers from the times you went hunting. Champagne flutes and feathers from your times dancing in the clubs. A microphone and a pencil from the times you’d sit in during a broadcast of his, drawing him until he was finished.

And within the frame, you and him. You wearing the biggest smile he’d ever seen you make. Him with the softest one he’d never seen himself make.

It hides a nasty stain that's lying there

So don't you ask me

To give it back

It wasn’t anything special. He didn’t hang it up right away in his room because he was excited to see it everyday. There was just a blemish on the wall. Nothing more.

I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me

You knew. One of the only friends you’d had didn’t care about you as much as you thought. Even if you tried to convey how much you cared about him. But you could lead a horse to water, that didn’t mean you could make him drink.

I'm not in love, no no, it's because

He wasn’t in love. It was what was under the frame that made his heart race. Only the bad memories under the portrait that formed a stain. Not your smiling face.

Ooh, you'll wait a long time for me

Ooh, you'll wait a long time

“Alastor. I just want to know. How much longer will you drag my heart around?” Your tears were camouflaged in the rain, but nothing could hide the sadness in your eyes.

He was planning on walking you home, but you stopped in the middle of the route to interrogate him on his behavior. His heart tightened as he felt backed into a corner.

“You’ll be waiting a long time for me. You might even be dead before I can catch up.” Why did he say that? Whose words were coming out of his mouth? It sounded wrong. It tasted horrible. It felt even worse.

Ooh, you'll wait a long time for me

Ooh, you'll wait a long time

It was him that needed to do the catching up. But the most important things typically come too little too late, didn’t they? You walked home alone that night. You expressed your wishes never to see him again, and that maybe he’d get his wish.

I'm not in love

So don't forget it

It's just a silly phase I'm going through

And just because I call you up

You didn’t answer his calls, and the wetness in his eyes never ceased. He slammed the telephone onto its cradle harshly, pulling at his chocolate locks. Denial. Caught in the middle of two organs again, this time his heart and brain. One that yearned for the love that was within arms reach, and one that couldn’t comprehend such a thing that was so freely given to him of all people.

Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made, ooh

He treated you so terribly. How could he do something so terrible to someone so sweet?

“You’re no better than the cretins you kill, Alastor. Mama would be ashamed of you.” He told himself, voice cracking.

Ever since his mother passed, it was like he shut off any emotional facet in his life to protect himself.

I'm not in love

Liar. He just picked up an apology bouquet.

I'm not in love

Liar. He planned on confessing and apologizing. Feet taking him straight to the home he never got to drop you off at that night.

He was a liar. A liar knocking on the door of the home in which you resided in with your aunt ever since your parents passed away.

The door opened, revealing the face of your aunt, button nose red and cheeks showing tear stains; something he’d come to grow familiar with in your absence.

“Alastor?” She questioned. Her voice was wet with grief.

“I’m here to apologize to Y/N.” He said, uncertainly. A deep sadness wafted from the house, squeezing between his ribs and slithering around his heart. Something wasn’t right.

A choked sob rang out into the space between him and your aunt. “She’s- she passed away. I’m so sorry.” Her hand cupped her mouth, as if willing the words back into her face. Maybe if she held out a little longer in voicing your demise, you’d have come back.

It was like the ground was ripped out from under his feet. The floating feeling he had at the utterance of your name was replaced with mortal dread. His head had a mind of it own, shaking back and forth unconsciously. No.

“What?” What else could he say? Did he even say anything? Or did he imagine the word he just said?

—

It’s not like you’d be missed. Your parents were gone. Your aunt had another mouth to feed that she couldn’t afford. It was a decision you should’ve made a long time ago. Alastor didn’t want you, and it truly wasn’t a surprise. Deep down you were a terrible person.

You’d hurt people who tried to woo Alastor. No sane person does that.

You loaded the hunting rifle Alastor had gifted you. Maybe it was a subtle (but rather expensive) way of him telling you to follow through on the plan you made all of those years ago.

You looked in the mirror, looking deeply at yourself. At the person in front of you. “Well Y/N, this’ll be the easiest game you’ll ever shoot. She’s not running anywhere.” You pressed your forehead on the barrel, opting to not taste gunpowder for the split second before the afterlife - if there truly was one.

A deep breath.

One.

Two.

You never got to three. You didn’t like landing on three because that’s when everyone expected something to happen. You preferred to rip the bandaid off. To pull the trigger on pulling the trigger, so to speak.

Suddenly, everything was cold, and then so overwhelmingly warm.

—

The apology/confession flowers were turned into apology/confession/memorial flowers as soon as he stepped foot into the cemetery he’d gotten used to. It was the same one his mother was buried in.

Now the weight of the location was that much heavier.

Your plot was just filled in. Just a few flowers placed onto it. He set his bouquet down, his bouquet being the biggest. He wished he realized how much he cared about you, as he obviously cared about you the most. Everyone saw it but him.

His throat closed around a sob. He obviously cared about you, and how absolutely awful. The one to care about you the most hardly showed it at all. What did that mean for the other people in your life?

What a terrible human being he was. It was subhuman the way he acted. He should’ve let those men that tried to court you live their lives. You could’ve been engaged by now. Happy without him instead of dead because of him.

“Y/N. I’m a selfish liar. You know how you always said my mama knew best? Well you’re right. You were always right, and she was right too. I’m so unbelievably in love with you it scares me. I’m someone different with you.” He lowered himself to the Earth, cheek and chest pressing into the fresh dirt as if to hug you for one last time. He wished to sink into the dirt and lay with you. “I’m all alone. And now I know how you felt. I wish I could bring you back so you wouldn’t have to be. I- you were my greatest adventure. I truly didn’t deserve you. I still don’t. I- I’ll spend the rest of my life and afterlife indebted to you for the unconditional love you gave me. I’ll give it to you in return. I love you.” He curled into a fetal position, knees planted on your plot. Sobs racked his body, and his lungs gasped for air to combat the onslaught of grief that struck him. “You hear me?! I love you!” His fists pounded on the ground, hands joining together to form a cup that housed the dirt that kept you from him. He writhed in a pain that was purely internal, dirt-filled hands coming up to his hair and rubbing the earth into his scalp as his fingers pulled at his strands of hair harshly.

He couldn’t see it through the tears. He couldn’t see it through his tangled fringe that fell over his eyes. He couldn’t see it through the dirt that began to cake his face, turning into mud with the mixture of dirt and tears. He didn’t even feel it.

A chain, white in color and glowing clamped around his throat from beyond the grave.

A deal that would last for forever had been made, one from the land of the living that bridged to the underworld. The very first of its kind; fueled by the most intense love ever felt by two beings since Lilith and Lucifer.

He wasn’t just in love. It was far greater than that.

-♥️-

Thinking about adding a part 2 to this. I hope you enjoyed.

[nevaeh-daughterofvalcarol]

*you haven’t seen Iyla for at least two days, but there’s a bouquet left on your lab bench — Forget-me-nots, bits of willow, blue salvia, peonies, marigolds, white hyacinth, honeysuckle, red chrysanthemum, pink carnations, and two aloe leaves*

*there’s a card beneath them, in Iyla’s handwriting — snipers from a photocopy of a chart she made you, for the Victorian language of flowers. They match to the meanings of the flowers, put in order. Do not forget me, sorrow, shame, grief, prayers for someone, bonds of love, I love you, I’ll never forget you, and affections (also grief)* *the simple note on the back says “I love you. I’m sorry”*

@iyla-difransisco

*just rolls her eyes and put the bouquet away.* It's not like she was really sorry anyways.

[lyralit]

flowers, plants and their meanings

Abatina - Fickleness

Acanthus - The fine art, Artifice

Aloe - Affection, also Grief

Amaryllis - Pride

Anemone - Forsaken

Angelica - Inspiration

Apple blossom - Preference

Arborvitae - Unchanging friendship

Aster - Symbol of Love, Daintiness

Bachelor’s button - Single blessedness

Basil - Good wishes

Bay tree - Glory

Begonia - Beware

Belledonna - Silence

Bittersweet - Truth

Black-eyed Susan - Justice

Bluebell - Humility

Borage - Bluntness, Directness

Butterfly weed - Let me go

Calla lily - Beauty

Camellia, pink - Longing For You

Camellia, red - You’re a Flame in My Heart

Camellia, white - You’re Adorable

Candytuft - Indifference

Carnation - Fascination, female love, mother’s love

Red carnation - Alas for my poor heart, my heart aches, deep love

White carnation - Innocence, pure love, sweet love

Pink carnation - I’ll never forget you

Striped - Refusal

Yellow carnation - Disdain, Disappointment, Rejection

Chamomile - Patience in adversity

Chives - Usefulness

Chrysanthemum, red - I love you

Chrysanthemum, yellow - Slighted love

Chrysanthemum, white - Truth

source

[knightforflowers]

lend me your ears, the real me is right here

(flower symbolism explanations beneath the cut for anyone curious!)

First Image - Parish

Flowers in Devo’s arms and framing the corners - Adonis’ Flower (painful recollection, sorrowful remembrances)

Flowers on the left - Aloe (grief, affliction, religious superstition)

Flowers on the right - Lavender (devotion, distrust)

Second Image - Start of the season

Purple flowers - Parish’s Nightshade (silence, falsehood, dark thoughts, skepticism)

White flowers - Almond (hope, indiscretion, thoughtlessness)

Third Image - End of season (post Cambria’s Call)

Semi transparent flowers - Diphylleia (‘I will show my true self to you’, clarity, honesty)

Sharp petaled flower - Rainflower (rebirth, new beginnings, great expectations)

Flowers in the foreground and background - Purple Iris (hope, strength, courage)

[since02fanficrecs]

A monter lives here

Grace Alo is exiled to Forks, Washington after being kicked out of high school right before senior year. The recent passing of her father mixed with moving into a shared bedroom with her cousin was enough to shake up any teenager’s life. But upon her return, an inevitable meeting forces her to confront who she’s destined to become to protect the home and people she loves.

Timeline: This story begins in New Moon and carries through the rest of the series and beyond.

Pairings: Original Quileute Female Character x Paul Lahote (Angst), Original Quileute Female Character x Jacob Black

Warnings/Tags: Sexual Content, Sexual Frustration, Angst, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Supernatural Elements

Status: Temporary Hiatus

Find me here too: Ao3; Fanfiction.net

Chapters:

Move

Bracelet

Birthday

Dream Catcher

Firelight

Study-hard

Recast

Push and Pull

Recognition

Alpha's Orders

Shield

Run

Relief

Secrets

Grief

Collide

Vote

Close

Claim

B-word

Return

Graduation

The Beach

Break

Clear

Heal

Birthday

Getaway

Home

Sunrise

Sunset

Mistake

Wedding

Watch

Discovery

Choice

Pack

Touch

Clothes

Forever

Birth

Tail

Patience

[the-insomniac-emporium]

everyone's favorite girlfailure

✔ danced with your crush (who is technically your soulmate) ❌ avoided getting punched by your crush's gf (who is technically their soulmate?)

Replies/reblogs are greatly appreciated, I read every comment! :3 Check under the read-more for progress shots (outline, base color, and the version without lighting), as well as a couple notes on details.

The tie is the same color as the MC's shirt

The crown up top has three jewels, two are the same color as the MC's earring, the third is the same as the tie (aka MC's shirt). There is also a point at the top of the crown that has the same yellow I've used to represent Miranda in previous works.

Flowers/Plants and their symbolism is as follows: Amaranth (Immortality), Bog Rosemary (Bound by fate), Aloe leaves (grief, religious superstition), and Adder's Tongue (deceit)

The concept behind this is an alternate version of the final scene in my fic Liminal, where the MC asks Mia to dance (in Bela's route). Instead of there being some stabbing and people thrown off of balconies, Mia gets to dance with the MC, she just gets absolutely decked by Bela (who hits like a truck, as we all know).

Her necklace is supposed to be reminiscent of a crow/raven skull, 50% because I've made jokes about Mia being mortal enemies with Cornelius and 50% because I think she'd wear it to make Miranda mad.