#amaryllis lily care

[your-local-baguette]

Flowers ?....for me ? Thank you!

Blue lock version

Characters: rin itoshi, sae itoshi, Ness alexis, Isagi yoichi, Bachira meguru.

Not proofread!

Itoshi rin

Would definitely be shy!

I feel like he'd give you roses and orchids in a bouquet

He'd hand it to you while looking away because no he totally isn't blushing, he doesn't know what you're talking about

He did a little research for flowers, since it was his first with you as his lover, he wanted it to be the best

Itoshi sae

He was very careful with his choice of flowers but he did trust the florist for hia choice.

He chose amaryllis and Camellias, these flowers mean deep love and beauty and all sort of cheesy stuff like that.

It was a very beautiful bouquet, while he handed it to you with a straight face, he was all giddy inside.

He treated you like the goddess you are on valentine

Ness alexis

Also treats you like a dam goddess lol

He'd give you probably gladiolus and blue iris. Those flowers mean hope and faithfulness

A very ness kinda thing, he'd treat you to whatever you wanted, he was such a sweetheart like always.

It was the best valentines you could ever ask for

Isagi yoichi

Yoichi would so give you marigolds and red irises. They mean derp passion and positive emotions

A yoichi thing lol, i feel like with yoichi Valentine's is more..relax but it's still full of love and affection

Your his only focus today, wether you want to go out or stay inside, he got it all prepared

You enjoyed it until midnight

Bachira meguru

Geraniums and orange lilies are a bachira thing because they mean confidence and silliness/ joy

He'd give them to you with such a big smile on his face, he'd take you around the city to have fun

Meguru would do anything just to see you smile, even if it means tickle attacks in public....

Short and sweet! Hope you enjoyed~

[heartfullofleeches]

Omg I just want Spider Queen Yan to see Darling talking to like a maid or servant and just descend from the ceiling and snatch us up

Can I be 🪻anon pretty please

Yan Spider Queen + Royal Darling

"Your belladonnas are in full bloom, your highness."

What perfect timing. Since your marriage to the formerly disgraced queen, you haven't had any time to tend to your garden yourself. Once upon a time, it had been a safe haven from all your troubles. The expectations thrust upon you by loved ones, the mockery of those in your kingdom who knew you'd never live up to kings and queens of past lives had not weight on you within those four walls. As your bond with her grew, it wasn't long before that same security could be found in your bride's arms.

The duty of caring for your garden was placed into the hands of your most trusted staff as you spent all your hours with her. Though there should be no secret between you, you were rather embarrassed of the state of your garden and had faith your servants would care for your dear plants till you had the heart to weed out the imperfections.

The maid offers the flowers to you in a clear, glass vase - a pair of gloves rested next to the piece on its tray. Amaryllis belladonna, a gorgeous specimen, yet its toxins can be absorbed by touch alone. Your family forbid such dangerous flowers in the past, but there was no one left to stop you now.

Creak-

"...Did you hear that?"

Equipping your gloves, a small groan rasps from the walls of your castle. Could possibly be the floor setting - but even that didn’t seem to be the cause. You look to your left, then your right - returning your gaze to the equally as puzzled maid who politely shakes her head.

"I didn't hear a thing."

"Hm.... Ah, well-" Adjusting your gloves, you pluck a single lily from the vase - bending foward to catch it as it slides from your fingertips. The vibrant pink is a stark contrast to the blacks of your gloves. If only you could witness their beauty in its truest form. In a way, this flower reminded you a lot of her. Your wife couldn't be touched most circumstances, but with the right tools-

Wait a second-

Have you....always been this much taller than this maid? She was on the shorter side than other's amongst your staff, but now it appeared that though you're an entire head taller - and growing. It's at this same moment the weightlessness beneath your feet becomes apparent. The ends of your shoes scrape the floorboards briefly before you're suddenly pulled back through the air like a puppet on its strings. The maid's eyes bulge in horror as numerous, shadowy limbs descend from the high ceiling - sharp claws snipping the strings tied to the back of your clothing as you fall into your beloved arms.

"Oh... It's you. For a moment there I thought I had gone through a rather late growth spurt."

As happy as you are to see her, the pleasantries don't seem to be as mutual for your wife. Posion oozes from her fangs, all eyes turned on the little pest who dared step towards what was her without her permission. A frightened yelp sounds from the girl as the carpet at her feet sizzles from the downpour of venom dripping from your wife's jaws. She looked about ready to rip the poor thing limb from limb. That won't do-

"And....perfect!"

Strains of stray hair fall into the queen's face as you tuck the lily behind her ear. Considering she is no longer human, you doubt it'd have any effects on her. The softness in her two sideview eyes settles to over remainder of her once sharp, vicious gaze.

"My Belladonna.... You have to do better about this temper of yours...."

Belladonna...? That is not her name. She hasn't had one in....centuries. A tear stains her cheek, brushed away by your gentle touch.

"I'm sorry, it's just now that I've realized I have nothing to call you by. Is that okay - or would you prefer... Amaryllis?"

"Either....Either is alright as long as it's from you."

Hurried footsteps trail away from the scene as your overprotective wife embraces you - making sure to rid the posion from her lips as she kiss you as if it were her last.

[neminomnom]

Arcane characters favourite flowers

Includes- Caitlyn, vi, jinx and au powder

It’s not much but it’s something, someone tell me if I got anything wrong and I will correct it ‼️ hope you enjoy!!

Caitlyn

- Despite her girlfriend being named Violet, Caitlyn loves white Alstroemeria flowers, also known as the lily of the Incas.

- Caitlyn doesn’t just love these flowers for the looks and decent variety of colours they can come in, but also the symbolism that the flowers bring along side them-The flower as a whole symbolises friendship, love, strength and devotion.

- If she had to pick her favourite colour for them it would be either purple ones or white ones, likes the purple because what they symbolise, royalty, elegance and admiration, but likes the white ones because they look pretty and they were Cassandra’s faves.

Violet

-vi isn’t that picky when it comes to flowers, anything what smells nice and looks good was fine to her until she met Caitlyn, now her favourites are Amaryllis.

-She didn’t know the name of the flowers for a while and called them ‘the pretty red ones with a thick stem’ for about three months. Vi likes what they symbolise, pride, strength and determination, what vi has a lot of.

-She read a bunch of books about how to care for certain types of flowers, the climate they thrive best in and how much you are supposed to water them, likes Amaryllis because vi likes being warm and so do the flowers.

Jinx

- Any flowers with a huge colour variation and looks funky is right up jinx’s street.

-roses? basic, tulips? Boring, hydrangeas? Ehh, too big. So, hibiscus it is. She had a collection of them and put them in silcos office so they get sunlight, but always forgot to water them. Jinx loves the bright blue ones, or any shade of pink, specifically the magenta ones.

-Jinx doesn’t care about the symbolism about them that much, she likes the flower because its colours, not because of what hibiscus symbolise, but they mean love, beauty and impermanence.

Powder

- powder loves flowers, she’s interested on how they grow, how different types of flowers need different care and all the pretty colours they come in.

- likes flowers what are decently hard to care for, she’s up for the challenge, so her favourites are orchids, specifically boat orchids, likes the symbolism and the funky shape compared to other flowers, she doesn’t keep any in her hideout because of the light, so you bet there are a bunch littered around in the corners of the last drop.

- orchids symbolise love, beauty and strength, all what powder carries, her favourite colour of orchids are the orange ones, she loves how vibrant they are.

[cultofdionysusnet]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼

It's spring and the flowers are blooming! Take a walk through a cultivated garden or a wild meadow to inhale the wonderful medley of aromas provided by mother nature. But with each blossom and bundle of pollen is always an underlying meaning. Whether you're broken hearted, attempting to explain your feelings, or simply looking for subtly-worded revenge, flowers can be your language.

°˖✧✿✧˖°MUST INCLUDE! mentions of flowers, gardens and spring

°˖✧✿✧˖°You must also pick a flower from the prompts provided and utilize the meaning somewhere within your fic

°˖✧✿✧˖°Minimum word count is 500

°˖✧✿✧˖°deadline: June.19th

°˖✧✿✧˖°must be a member of our net to participate

°˖✧✿✧˖°all network rules in regards to posting applies

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The Prompts:

Amaryllis- Shy

Anemone (white)- Sincere

Ambroisa- Pious

Aster Tataricus- remembrance

Black Lily - love, curse

Bluebell - grateful

Cactus (flower) - lust, sex

Camellia (red)- in love, perishing with grace

Camellia (yellow) - longing

Camellia (white)- waiting

Carnation - fascination, distinction, love

Cherry Blossom - kind, gentle, transience of life

Chrysanthemum (yellow) - imperial

Chrysanthemum (white) - truth

Four-leaf Clover - lucky

Daffodil - respect

Dahlia - good taste

Daisy - faith

Edelweiss - courage, power

Erica - solitude

Forget-me-not - true love

Freesia - childish, immature

Gardenia - secret love

Hibiscus - gentle

Honeysuckle - generous

Iris - good news, glad tidings, loyalty

Jasmine (Arabian/Spanish) - friendly, graceful

Lavender - faithful

Lily (white) - purity, chastity

Lily of Incas - such strong connection that language is limited when trying to explain it

Lily (orange) - hatred, revenge

Lily of the Valley/ Spider Lily - sweet

Lotus - far from the one he loves, purity, chastity

Magnolia - Natural

Mistletoe/holly - looking for love

Morning Glory- willful promises

Narcissus- self esteem

Pansy- thoughtful, caring

Peony- bravery

Poppy (red)- fun loving

Poppy (white)- rejoice

Poppy (yellow)- success

Rose (red)- love, in love

Rose (white)- innocence, silence, devotion

Rose (yellow)- jealousy

Rose (pink)- trust, happiness, confidence

Spider Lily (red) - never meet again, lost memory, abandonment

Sunflower - respect, passionate love, radiance

Sweet Pea- goodbye

Tiger Lily - wealth

Tulip (red)- fame, charity, trust

Tulip (Yellow)- one sided love

Verbena- cooperative

Violet- honesty

White Egret Orchid - purity, delicateness, "I'll be thinking of you even in my dreams"

Zinnia- loyalty

Like always, have fun with our first seasonal event of the year, may you be blessed with the muse, and The Fates look forward to your submissions~!

[mishhty]

Amaryllis belladonna

Information:

Kingdom: Plantae

Order: Asparagales

Family: Amaryllidaceae

Subfamily: Amaryllidoideae

Genus: Amaryllis

Species: A. belladonna

Amaryllis belladonna, the Jersey lily, belladonna-lily, naked-lady-lily, or March lily, is a plant species native to Cape Province in South Africa but widely cultivated as an ornamental.They appear as clusters of soft pink, 10cm funnel-shaped blooms sitting on top of long purplish-red and green stems, with up to twelve flowers blooming from just one stem.

Amaryllis belladonna are half hardy and can tolerate temperatures down to around -5C. It’s recommended to protect them from frost during harsh winters, and to start them off in sheltered conditions under cover at first.

Amaryllis belladonna requires very little attention and makes a truly unique display in the fall garden. Ridiculously easy to grow, all parts of this plant are poisonous, therefore it is diligently ignored by hungry deer, rabbits, and other critters.

The Jersey lily is a popular ornamental plant in gardens and parks, and it is also used in cut flower arrangements.It is known for its beauty and hardiness, as it can thrive in a wide range of soil types and growing conditions.

Tips to grow and care for A. belladonna:

A. belladonna should be planted with their necks at soil level, not submerged under the soil.

You’ll get your best results growing the bulbs in full sun, in moist, well-draining soil, although they will tolerate some light shade.

Plant them out about 10cm apart.

Wherever you’re planting them, make sure that the soil doesn’t get waterlogged.

If you do need to transplant them, do it in autumn after the plant has finished flowering and just as the leaves start emerging.

In a frost prone area, or areas that regularly hit below 2 degrees Celsius, plant them in front of a south facing wall, or in a pot that is placed in a sheltered area.

Once planted, it may take a year or so for the bulb to become properly established, so avoid disturbing the bulbs for a couple of seasons.

They prefer less water in summer, so in summer rainfall areas, ensure sufficient drainage.

[evangelineshifts]

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: Someone New - Hozier

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Name ➻ Amaryllis Belladonna Meadows

Age ➻ 13

Zodiac ➻ Taurus

Year ➻ 1st

House ➻ Hufflepuff

S/O(s) ➻ James, Lily, Remus, and Sirius (Polycule)

Backstory synopsis ➻

There were once three sisters from ancient greek times, before 100 AD. They lived when the Gods still roamed the earth, during the Golden age. Their names were Damaris, Arelis, and Aurelia. They were named the trifectas, the most powerful witches of the age.

Damaris was the oldest of the 3. She was strong and confident in her magical abilities. She was a natural born leader, the people who lived in her village and surrounding all looked to her for guidance and advice when problems arose.

Arelis was a true and mighty hero. The people would always go to her for help when anything happened. She became the leader of the brigade of hunters for the villages at just 11 years old due to her natural stealthy, agility and precision. Battle was ingrained in her bloodstream, destined to become a warrior.

Lastly, Aurelia, meaning the golden one. She certainly lived up to her name. She was the village favorite. While she didn’t quite have the sense of mature responsibility that her sister possessed or the thirst for the hunt like the other that doesn’t mean she was any less powerful. She was a creator, an artist, a healer and more. Aurelia was a free spirit, she would dance with the village kids till her feet grew sore and would dote on the elderly despite their complaints of not needing the care (they secretly loved it). The villagers were fond of the girl but they also knew just how much power was resting in her veins. Aurelia seemed to have been blessed by every god there was, the girl was a force to be reckoned with. A healer, a protector, and fighter.

Around 90 AD, a man who went by the name of Herpo came to town after hearing about the trio of amazing talents. Immediately the triplets were on edge. They could sense the man’s energy, the aura of darkness that surrounded him. They let him be as to worry the other villagers but they soon realized their mistake when trouble arose. Muggles and their children were going missing only later to be found dead in the forest. People were going mad, cursing and hexing their peers without reason. The triplets worked tirelessly to fix the problem as their people were becoming restless and scared. Damaris set a protection and battle plan and had her sister lead the unit. Aurelia was going around the towns calming and healing the people. Filling their minds with bright thoughts to help them rest.

One night as Aurelia was doing her rounds she came across a familiar shadow, she followed it only to find that it was Herpo with a group of men. He was speaking about how soon her and her siblings would be too overwhelmed with the fights and insane for them to notice one person more person being killed, then a spell would be complete. What spell she didn’t know but she alerted her siblings of the man’s plans anyways.

The siblings were now keeping a keen eye on Herpo wherever he would appear. In a whirlwind of events, the triplets find out the man was working with dark magic, a spell to take a human soul to preserve his own. To become everlasting. So the sisters came together to stop him. The Gods also learned of the man’s affairs and became angry at the abuse of power, especially Hecate, Goddess of witchcraft. Angry that her blessings were being misused she sought aid from the Gods to assist the triplets granting them powers to help them in the inevitable war.

Damaris was now truly blessed by Athena, granted incredible reflexes, intelligence like no other, and battle strategy and knowledge. She was a true ruler.

Arelis had the blessing of Ares, strength of a thousand soldiers and weapon intelligence and thirst for war. The girl seemed to always be encompassed by a ring of fire, her eyes alight with a hunger for battle. she would lead the force.

The Gods granted Aurelia the most, not just for her attributes but for her pure heart. Her senses now enhanced to that of a wolf. She could move things by pure force of will and crawl into the crevices of the mind with a stare, picking out your deepest thoughts and controlling your actions. She was able to make her thought her reality, what she imagined is what was. She could pass through solid surfaces as if she was the wind whistling by. She was one with the earth finally able to be reunited with her true self, the earth mother brushed her cheek and sent her off to war. A golden glow was her cover, her hair white as snow, eyes as blue as the sky that was soon to be shrouded by the smoke of her blazing fury. She was the warrior that would bring them victory, if not for herself, for her people.

Together, they defeated wicked villain, who would now and forever be label as ‘Herpo the Foul’ for the atrocities he brought to the land. They lost much but saved most, victorious were the Trifectas, forever shall they reign.

And reign they did. The people took upon themselves to elect the three as their own personal monarchy, to rule over them with grace as they always have. The three were the heroes of the age and went on to fight many more battles until their deaths in 140 AD. The Gods decided because of their bravery and choice to fight for their honor, they would allow them to be reborn. Their souls to enter another when the time was opportune. They would live on as heroes in another era to continue their rule.

And in a pristine hospital room on the night of April 18th, 1980, they were born anew in the vessels of Dorcas, Alexandria, and Amaryllis Meadows.

A/N - can you tell I love a good reincarnation trope 😭 as always questions and feedback is always welcome ☺️

[allthistrashtalkmakemeitchin]

I'm putting all my covers of the Flower Series (+ 10 Things) together and also talking about why I chose the flower I did.

Ghostwriter, my beloved. It's my favorite cover. We all know yellow represents happiness; the same goes for the sun. Since sunflowers turn to seek the light from the sun, it symbolizes the light at the end of the tunnel. With tenderness, love, and care, anyone can thrive. For so long, Ronnie believed she had to suffer to receive the love she always wanted but she hadn't been looking in the right places.

The sunflower represents her. Despite moving across the country and worrying constantly about her father's prostate cancer, she survives and manages to soak up the sun the best she can. She stays true to herself and doesn't allow Hollywood to change her for the worse. She finds optimism in the darkest times and hopes that making it out on the other side of the tunnel will be better.

Finally, we have a face to the name or a face claim. For Battle of the Bands, we have Jasmine! These flowers are described in some spaces as unassuming. They bloom at night. In a way, this symbolizes how Lynette blooms once she changes her environment. She took a leap of faith and auditioned to be the fourth member of a girl group.

But it's also a nod toward how she adores the simplest things in life. She doesn't need fancy cars or expensive jewelry if she has something handmade with love. If something is made with love, it is the most valuable thing she could ever have.

Songbird! Represented by a singular daffodil. By itself, it can mean misfortune and unrequited love. Ashlynn's past has been paved with violence and mistreatment, but there is a rebirth factor. Daffodils bloom after winter. Although her heart has frozen over to protect herself, a new beginning is blossoming.

Working toward her dream and no longer living with her mother bring about many changes in her life. She makes space for herself in a world where she believes there is no spare for her. Her relationships and bonds reinforce the idea that her past doesn't define her.

Traveling on a Dream! At its core, the Water Lily represents Sarah. She makes the most of her life and sees the world with childlike wonder. Like the flower, she can be considered pure and innocent. The water lily blossoms beautifully from the muddy depths, which could be a nod to how much she thrives in Los Angeles after being isolated in Roxobel, NC, for so long.

10 Things I Hate About You. A flower that blooms in winter symbolizes strength, beauty, pride, love, and sometimes resilience. It's more representative of Marnie herself but pays homage to how stubborn and prideful Drake Parker is or, more so, how prideful they both are.

Unlike most of the other flowers, which are either white or have softer colors, the amaryllis is stark red because of the sheer determination shared between both parties. Marnie is determined to be seen as strong and independent, and Drake is determined to show her that she is worthy of love regardless of what anyone else thinks. It is strong and pushes both of them forward.

[franstastic-ideas]

Language of Flowers

Some meanings behind the flowers that have grown around here in the wild and our gardens.

Marigold (French) - Comforts the heart / Overcomes jealousy

Iris (Purple) - Wisdom

Rose of Sharon - Consumed by Love / Delicate beauty

Zinnia - Thoughts of an absent friend

Daffodil - Rebirth / New beginnings / Hope

Quince - Sincerity / Temptation

Passion Flower - Faith / Religious passion

Forsythia - Anticipation / Prosperity

Daisy - Innocence / Loyal Love

Rose (White) - Purity / Reverence / Innocent love

Rudbeckia - Justice / Love conquers all

Amaryllis - Pride / Splendid beauty

Nasturtium - Victory / Conquest

Crepe Myrtle - Eloquence

Morning Glory - Affection / Bonds of love

Coreopsis - Always cheerful / Love at first sight

Rose (Pink) - Sweetness / Perfect love

Lantana - I am unyielding

Phlox - Unanimity / I am trying to please you / Sweet dreams

Crabapple Blossom - Overcoming irritability

Hydrangea - Devotion / Thank you for understanding

Clematis - Safety / Ingenuity

Daylily - Wealth / Pride / Success / Coquetry

Pear Blossom - Affection / Lasting friendship / More than just lovely

Sunflower - Adoration / Loyalty

Snapdragon - Strength

Peony - Prosperity / Compassion / Happy marriage

Wisteria - You are always welcome / I cling to thee

Gladioli - Generosity / Admiration

Begonia - Cordiality

Petunia - Your presence soothes me / Never despair

Yarrow - Health and healing / Cure for heartache and sorrow

Azalea - Passion / Take care / Romance

Violets (Purple) - Thoughts of you / Loyalty

Dandelion (Yellow) - Faithfulness / Happiness

Hollyhock - Ambition, Devotion to love

Sweetpea - Departure / Blissful pleasure

Cosmos - Innocent beauty / Harmony / Universal love

Dahlia - Dignity / Elegance

Aster - Patience / Delicacy / Contentment

Four o' Clock - Timidity / Evening beauty

Calla Lily - Beauty and loveliness / Modesty / With me you are safe

Venus's Looking Glass - Flattery

Jasmine - Grace / Elegance / Wealth

Honeysuckle - Sweet disposition / Devoted affection

Cornflower - Delicacy / Refinement / Devotion / Hope in love

Chrysanthemum - Joy

Goldenrod - Encouragement / Protection

Calendula - Grace / Overcoming jealousy

[eorzeanflowers]

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

(( A fun one! Ty Rayn <3))

There is always a catalyst for when I make a new character. Some drive, or some impetus. I'll try to remember the main catalyst for each character of mine, let's start from the top!

The Lily - Lily was inspired by Kugane at large and Historical Japanese Fiction. I had already long shifted to Au Ra at the beginning of HW, but when I dipped my toes in the water of RP during the Stormblood lulls, i settled on the exiled Shinobi background, wanting to not make a WoL.

The Azalea - Archie's main inspiration is and will always be, the Tenth Doctor. Its my favorite few seasons of New Who and I wanted an old character that was reborn multiple times. Hence my looks at Dr. Who. XD

The Rose - Benoit is not actually my creation! He is my wife's first and foremost, but she let me play him as her first mate. He's mine now though. :3 General pirate things are his inspiration.

The Sunflower - A'tyla was my thoughts on if a Hyur was raised by Miqo'te. That's it. XD She's long grown past that.

The Gardenia - Yasha is inspired by none other than her namesake, Yasha Nydoorin of the Might Nein. The sapphic nature, falling for a punchy punch girl, her quieter nature with some silly jokes. Yasha was actually a run off of when I made Tatiava. I wanted a Garlean character and couldn't decide between Highlander or Midlander, so I said, Por que no los dos?

The Snapdragon - Tatiava was a direct response to people making villainous Garlean characters. I wanted a double agent who could dip in both crowds. Did I ever actually get a chance? NOPE. XD It is what it is.

The Dahlia - Lhei was made from what little we knew of Old Sharlayan at the time of her creation, late shadowbringers. I was just getting back into RP again after losing the drive in late Stormblood.

The Strelitzia - Beatrice is from my dnd game! A character I've got the chance to properly play. I think when I made her I just needed the sapphic goodness of her and her partner. T.T Speaking of...

The Tulip - Mai is also from my dnd game! Mai was an npc my players got real attached to and well, she evolved from there. She's always been mute tho.

The Triteleia - Myste just formed fully into my consciousness one day and well, there he is! He is inspired by Dynamis and its crazy applications tho.

The Gladiolus - Jana is near and dear to my heart. I wanted to revisit an old echo idea I had for Lily that had got cut late in her development. And I ran with it. Now Jana is my weird future child that doesn't care about where she is from.

The Linnaeas - Pola and Deta are the easiest to spot the inspiration. They are based off of Popola and Devola from the Nier Francise. Specifically the Automata ones. Later they've been heavily influenced by Ianthe and Coronabeth of the Locked Tomb series.

The Hyacinth - Eulanne is inspired by the Dark Urge of Baldur's Gate 3. I just wanted to remake my sorta good guy Durge (i raided the grove my darling Minthara in that run, but she's been trying to do better since!) and I thought it would be cool to tie it to Reaper/Voidsent lore.

The Amaryllis - Marisol was spawned from the Viper reveals at the first DT fanfest. Nothing more influenced her original development.

The Lewisia - Glifet is anther Dr. Who inspired character, this time based off of a Cyberman. A what if you could say, a rehabilitated Cyberman.

The Iris - Lucca is just Lucca from Chrono Trigger with a bisexual streak. Chronic inventor, not much works right the first few times. Super smart. Those glasses.

The Aconite - Tista-Moa came to me in a work haze. I just had the idea, i wrote down what i thought about her and her very strange journey, came home and made her! I don't have enough villains to scratch that itch so she was a delight to make.

The Dicentra - Cissnei came about cause I am/was interested in playing as a Zenos-like character. Cissnei has evolved past that by now, but that is her start! I got so attached to her I finished the EW story in a single weekend with her. XD

That's all my debuted flowers... now for the few undebuted ones.

The Celosia - Sarel is my main dnd PC right now, and I saw the Celosia flower at the local green house and I wanted to make a character based on it. So I ported her over (somewhat, she is more different than the other dnd based ones) and she has been patiently waiting for months to be debuted. One day I'll that up. XD

The Nerine - Hinoka is Lily's rival from waaaaay back. I just felt like putting a name and face to the standin I had been using for Lily's story. Oh, and a nerine is a Spider Lily. :3

The Jasmine - Kokolai came about because I wanted an RP character to manage my submarines for me. He's just a merchant that loves his surrogate daughter. ^_^

The Protea - Tanzanite is a direct response to Solution 9 and its inhabitants. How fun it would be to have a scientist from there. She also just spawned from me messing with hair on Lily's fromer lady. >.>;

The Snowdrop - Agate just willed themself into existance. Also inspired by the DT story, they were the product of me sitting down to make a Sol 9 character and failing, making a Yyasulani native the wished to return to the sunlit world.

The Belladonna - Jane is, with no shame, directly inspired by Jane Doe of Zenless Zone Zero. That character has me by the throat. XD Add in a mix of Agent 47 and you get my Jane!

And that's everyone! A bit long, but I was on a roll if I'm being honest.

[kharrisdawndancer]

[TMIT]: Now that Tinnaire's narrowed down who her anonymous gift was from, how's she feeling about it?

Tinnaire read the reply again. Her jaw was tight but her movements schooled to be graceful, smooth, and careful as she set the paper on the small coffee table next to the original gift box and the bracelet now nestled inside. It was a pretty bracelet of woven flowers; Tinn even thought they might be real flowers. She'd looked at it multiple times over the last several days. She'd messaged Fio and asked about the language of flowers. It had not been as enlightening as she had hoped. The meaning flew over her head or there was only the meaning of loveliness in the lilies and amaryllis blooms. The original note said someone had been 'thinking of her.' Awkward as it was, Tinnaire had wondered if it was Laeynna from the start. Tinnaire sighed long and soft and her eyes skittered away from the gift and note both. It had been nice to know she was not forgotten. That someone had been thinking of her. But Laeynna? Andaeros's lover? It seemed well intentioned. She knew some women were catty and acidic, hiding knives behind kind words and gestures. Exactly how was Laeynna thinking of her? Part of her ached for the message to have hidden fangs, if only to justify the hurt and bitterness that stirred in her own spirit. But she was fairly certain Laeynna was sincere. Attempting to be kind, the other woman did not intend to wound. (( Referencing: This post )) mentions: @fio-renze @lilyofporcelain @andaerosdawnflare

[cutepastelstarsalior]

Flower symbolism time baby!!

Gwen

Purple Hyacinth and White Orchids. The Hyacinths represent her dark times. Her grief and stress. The Orchids represent her maturity and how she handle situations. Like when she made up with her dad.

Noir

Black Eyed Susan. In a world full of crime and darkness, Noir is a detective and gets stuff done. He’s powerful and has a strong sense of justice. He protects people and is motivate to solve any case. funny too. And has cool weapons.

Peni

White Cyclamen flower! It means purity, love, and empathy. She funny and smart. And with Sp//DR she does amazing things like fighting. Even with a rough past, it doesn’t stop her from being so loving and brave too.

Peter B.

Lotus and Anemone flowers. With his depressing background it was hard for him to be motivated. But once he meet Miles he got the strength to be a mentor and a cool father. He’s funny and have lots of tips and advice. The Lotus represents enlightenment and purity. while the Anemone means new beginnings.

Pavitr

Bird of Paradise. Pav is full of joy and freedom. With a go-with-the-flow attitude. Hes kind and caring.

Hobie

Amaryllis flower. It means pride and strength. He’s resilient and always look for others and for his friends. He challenge authority and make sure everyone is safe and not put down.

Margo

Zinnia flower. She’s a good friend, smart, funny, and fashionable.

Jessica

Tiger Lily. She’s prideful, strong, and powerful. She take things head on and get the job done. A cool mom too.

Ben

a Gladiolus flower. He’s strong, prideful, and have moral integrity. He’s also kind and helpful.

LYLA

LYLA remind me of Daisies. She’s fun and playful. Daisies represent cheerfulness and new beginnings.

Miguel

Butterfly Weed. the flower mean of having to let go of your loved ones, to let go of grief. He’s also like a Wolfsbane flower, cautious and a bit misanthrope.

Earth 42 Miles

42 Miles from a different universe. He’s sad and hurting. He’s a Dandelion, a person full of growth and hope. But also like a Red Poppy; he want a peaceful future and is are very consoled.

Miles

A sunflower! He’s cheerful, determined, and is optimistic.

[employee1618152017]

[The anon quietly strolls over to the bouquet you received earlier, they seem to be the one who gave it to you. They pick it up and trying putting on a calm smile.]

“Ya know, I chose these flowers for specific reasons beyond looking pretty together.”

[They cup each flower they talk about gently as they explain.]

“The amaryllises represent strength and determination, the clematises represent intuitiveness and cleverness.”

“And of course, the lilies represent good fortune. They��re often given as a symbol of good wishes.”

[After making sure they didn’t damage any of the flowers. They look back at you. They kneel down next to you, but try and give you space.]

“You endured hell twice, first the elevator and now this damn cubicle, that’s impressive buddy.”

“I know I can’t easily break down your walls, lord knows I’m not a wrecking ball when it comes to comfort either. Heh.”

[They chuckle to themselves before pausing, trying to organize their thoughts.]

“…obviously I can’t speak for everyone, but most of us do genuinely want the best for you. Sometimes we just don’t know the best way to show it.”

“We believe in you buddy.”

[They pause once again, before they take something out of hammerspace. They slip a name tag on the floor. They also place a sharpie on top.]

“Whenever you feel comfortable, or well… have hands again-“

“This nametag may beat your curse of always getting interrupted when you say your name, hopefully at least.”

“Feel free to tell us your name, or whatever you wish to be called. Let us try and treat you with respect, like a friend.”

[They get up, about to leave.]

“And just remember,

someone out there really cares about you.”

> [You listen quietly to their words]

> [You’re afraid of them, you can’t help it]

> [You keep getting better only to break again]

> [Once you’re sure they’ve left, you hesitantly take the pen and name tag]

> [You don’t ever want to forget who you are, you keep your name held close so you never do]

> [But telling someone your name would make you so much more vulnerable..]

> [You put the items back down]

> [Perhaps if you were like an amaryllis, you’d be braver]

> [If you were like a clematis, then you’d know how to hide]

> [If you were like a lily, then you wouldn’t need to in the first place]

> [Maybe if you were stronger, you won’t be scared to tell them your name]

[razzle-zazzle]

Whumptober Day 23: Forced Choice

Public Display + "I'm doing this for you."

2326 Words; Discolored

TW for mind control, loss of autonomy, emotional abuse

AO3 ver

“Hold still, Guppy.”

Branch rolled his eyes as Bella repeated the same warning, claw polish brush held in her paw. His paw rested in hers on the table, his claws spread wide so she could paint over the chipped pink paint with bright silver. Branch had fought her on this, consistently pulling his paws away the moment she had brought out the bottle of polish—

And Bella had ended the argument with a snap of her fingers and activation of the bracelet, forcing Branch to hold his paws out and let her paint his claws.

The bracelet was no longer active, now—but Branch wasn’t stupid enough to make the same mistake twice.

“We took turns naming all of you.” Bella commented, painting the last of Branch’s claws. “I named Dory and Clay, and Daffy named Spruce and Floyd.” She blew on Branch’s claws, capping the bottle of polish. “I never actually got to name you, though—Dory had chased us off before your egg hatched.”

“Fascinating.” Branch commented, scathing. He really wanted to smack his paw against something, smear the bright silver painted over the pink Poppy had painted on months ago—

(the pink that Branch had been hoping to get touched up soon—)

But he knew that if he tried, Bella would probably just use the bracelet to hold him still while repainting them all over again.

Bella hummed as she put the polish away, either not catching or not caring about Branch’s sarcasm. “I would’ve named you Robin.” She continued, grabbing blush. “For your blue shell, and the way it made me think of the snatches of the sky between the bars of the cage.”

Branch shifted uncomfortably. Reminders of the Troll Tree during the days of Trollstice always put a bitter taste in the back of his throat. And his parents had spent the majority of their lives in that caged tree, so unlike his short four years—

“I still think Lily would have been the better name.” Daffy commented, as Bella started applying the blush—as though the fur dye wasn’t enough. “My sweet Belody here was named for Atropa belladonna, and you’d have been named for Amaryllis belladonna if Dory hadn’t chased us off—”

“Dear,” Bella cautioned, “It wasn’t your turn.” She finished up with the blush, leaning back to survey her work while Branch fought the urge to slam his face against the table.

“At least my names had a theme.” Daffy sniffed. He started waving his paws as he spoke, “We could have had Juniper, Spruce, Chrysanthemum, Floyd, and Lily, but nooooo,” his tail smacked the floor, “you just had to go and name our sons after fish and dirt!”

Bella scoffed, makeup forgotten as she whirled around to face Daffy. “Oh, please! The individuality of John Dory, Storm, Clay, Firefly, and Robin would have been so perfect for differentiating them as boy band members—” Her tail lashed out, forcing Branch to duck under it as it swiped past, “but noooo, someone just had to want all plant names!”

“All plant names would have tied the family together!” Daffy argued, leaning in close.

“Elemental names would have worked better for branding!” Bella argued back, her face inches away from Daffy’s. They glared at each other, tails lashing as they pressed in close—

Branch ducked away the moment their lips met, pointedly not looking at where his parents were furiously making out. “I hate it here.” He muttered, wondering if he’d manage to make it to the door without either of them noticing.

Probably not, given his luck.

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“Now, remember the steps, and don’t mess up.” Bella reminded, adjusting Branch’s sunglasses. “And make sure to sing your heart out!” She added, finally deciding that the sunglasses were to her liking.

“Aren’t you just going to control me with that bracelet?” Branch asked. He felt heavy, weighed down by the dye and makeup and fancy vest and pants he had been dressed up in. He didn’t want to be paraded around—but Bella was literally right next to him, bracelet wrapped firmly around her wrist. There was no way he could run now.

“Two minutes to show time!” Daffy announced, taking a peak out onstage. He pulled back, waving his paw in a so-so motion. “Crowd could be bigger…”

“Well, it is his first show.” Bella commented, grabbing Branch by the shoulders to turn him this way and that, looking for any last-minute adjustments she’d need to make. “Our little superstar will be drawing in crowds once they’ve heard him sing.” She booped Branch’s nose, making him recoil and bare his teeth at her. “Once they hear that ‘falsetto made of gold’, they’ll be buying tickets in droves!” She giggled, reaching for Branch’s tail to adjust the bracelet she had put on the end—replacing the bracelet Poppy had given him.

“That’s right!” Daffy crowed, smacking Branch on the back encouragingly. Branch stumbled forwards, and Daffy slung his arm over Branch’s shoulders. “You’re gonna do just perfect, Sprout!”

“Wonderful.” Branch grit out. Maybe he should try running for it; if he made enough of a scene they might cancel the show—

“One minute to showtime!” Bella called out, bracelet lighting up. Branch seized as all the threads in his body went taut, his own bracelet tightening around his wrists. She pushed him towards the curtain, his legs unwillingly walking him over there, and gave his hair one last once-over with the comb.

“Alright, folks!” Daffy announced via a megaphone, “It’s time for the show you paid for! Get your hair and paws ready for Robiiinnnnn Lilyyyyyyyyyy!” The audience cheered, and Branch took a moment to look at the crowd—maybe fifty or seventy Trolls at most. Which actually was pretty small. It looked like it was mostly Pop Trolls, with the occasional Rock or Funk in the crowd.

The music started up, and Branch took the stage, body moving along to the tug and pull of the strings. His mouth opened of Bella’s accord, and he started to sing. “I was there to witness / Candace’ inner business,” He followed the dance exactly as it had been rehearsed, no room for error in the way he was being puppeted. “She wants the boys to notice / her hairbows and harmonies.” He spun, tail flicking to the beat. “She was educated / but could not count to ten / now she’s got lots of different verses / from lots of different men.” Every note ripped from his throat was agony, layering over itself until Branch felt too hoarse to possibly be singing as well as he was. “And I say: liberate your sons and daughters!”

I’m not here willingly! Liberate ME!

“The cage is high / but in the hole there’s water.”

I’m caged! I’m caged inside my own damn body!

Surely there was something in his eyes giving that away, right? Or even just the fact that he was doing this, this whole performance thing, with Poppy nowhere in sight—that had to be a big enough clue that something was wrong, right?

“You can get some / when they give it / nothing’s sacred, but it’s a living!” It felt like his face was going to split apart, skin stretched too wide around his grin. He didn’t miss a step as he danced, and the audience cheered as he hit the chorus.

“Hey, ho! Here she goes! / Either a little too high / or a little too low!” Branch was singing his heart out, like Bella had told him too—completely against his will. “Got no self esteem and vertigo / ‘cause she thinks she’s made of candy!”

Was… was this song about Poppy? This wasn’t the first time Branch had wondered, but it wasn’t like he could do anything else while his body and voice kept going at Bella’s command. It better not be about Poppy—Branch might actually need to whittle a stick to stab his mother with if it was. “Hey, ho! Here she goes! / Either a little too loud / or a little too close / got a hurricane at the back of her throat / ‘cause she thinks she’s made of candyyyy~” The music slowed down a bit, and Branch’s dancing slowed to match. Then—

“Ring a ring of roses / whoever gets the closest,” The music picked up as the second verse hit—the audience was really excited, now, dancing in tune with the beat like they couldn’t quite help it—which they probably couldn’t. It was a deep-seated nature to dance along; Branch had long struggled to bury that urge during his gray years. “She comes and she goes / as the war of the roses. // Father was a victim / Mother played the system / By dancing quick to Mixton / and singing songs to children.”

Wait. Wasn’t Mixton a district in the Troll Tree? Was this song about Bella? Oh, ewww, now that Branch could see the connection it was so clearly a love song. Not the nicest of love songs, but Branch had seen enough of his parents to know that this was right up Daffy’s alley. Hairdammit.

Can’t you see I’m not having fun? He wanted off this rollercoaster ride!

“Liberate your sons and daughters! / The cage is high / but in the hole there’s water!” One might wonder how Branch had never realized what this song was about before now. The answer was simple: he’d pointedly ignored the words that Bella forced him to sing. “As you will / she’ll be the whole of her love,”

And also he didn’t want to know what garbage his parents were making him belt out—but it was hard not to focus on the words here, when ignoring them or the dance meant focusing on the crowd of Trolls watching him be puppeted around in front of them like it was normal—

“And if it don’t feel good,” It didn’t! Every part of Branch’s body hurt from being wrenched around by the strings! “What are you doing it for?” He was only doing this because his body and voice weren’t his own right now!

“Now tell me: hey, ho! Here she goes! / Either a little too high / or a little too low! / Got no self-esteem and vertigo / ‘cause she thinks she’s made of candy!” Oh, Troll, the audience was eating this up, as though Branch wasn’t about to cry—not that he could, with the damned strings tugging at his face and pulling it into a grin. “Hey, ho! Here she goes!” The audience was gleefully singing along, now, the whole small theater filled with a chorus chanting, “Either a little too loud / or a little too close / got a hurricane in the back of her throat / ‘cause she thinks she’s made of candy!” The music didn’t quite slow down, and neither did Branch, his tail keeping the beat as the song continued.

“Liberate your sons and daughters! The cage is high / but in the hole there’s water! / As you will, she’ll be the whole of her love—”

C’mon, please, why can’t you realize—

But it didn’t matter. None of the audience could see past the grin on Branch’s face. They sung along instead, enjoying the music as any Troll would, getting so revved up that Branch wanted to curl up in a hole and cry.

“—and if it don’t feel good / what are you doing it for?” As long as that bracelet clung to Branch’s wrist, his body and voice weren’t his own. The notion would make him feel sick if he didn’t already want to vomit.

“What are you doing it for? / What are you doing it for?” Hair above, Branch felt fake.

“What are you doing it for? / What are you doing it for?” Like some cheap little doll—

“What are you doing it for? / What are you doing it for?” —doing a cheap little dance.

“What are you doing it for?” Troll, Branch wished he wasn’t doing it at all.

“What are you doing it for?” Branch’s tail slapped the stage as the bridge transitioned into the refrain one last time— “Hey, ho! Here she goes! / Either a little too high / or a little too low! / Got no self-esteem and vertigo / ‘cause she thinks she’s made of candy! / Hey, ho! Here she goes! / Either a little too loud / or a little too close! / Got a hurricane in the back of her throat / ‘cause she thinks she’s made of candy!” The song was nearing its end now—it couldn’t come fast enough. “Hey, ho! Here she goes! / Either a little too high / or a little too low! / Got no self-esteem and vertigo / ‘cause she thinks she’s made of candy! / Hey, ho! Here she goes! / Either a little too loud / or a little too close! / Got a hurricane in the back of her throat / ‘cause she thinks she’s made of candy!” The music finally wound down entirely, the audience cheering and clapping as Branch bowed against his will. At least it was over—no, wait, Daffy was lifting the megaphone again and the bracelet was still active—

“Amazing!” Daffy crowed, the general enthusiasm of the audience. “But Robin Lily’s no one-genre hack!” The crowd got a little less enthusiastic as confusion took place. Daffy simply continued, voice carrying across the little theater, “Pop is fantastic, of course! But it’s not the only kind of music, is it?” The Pop Trolls nodded in confused agreement, while the Funk and Rock were a little louder. “No, it’s not! But Robin Lily sees no need to stick to one genre!” Daffy’s voice picked up as Bella slinked onstage to hand a guitar to Branch, who slung the strap over his shoulder at her command, “SO LET’S HEAR SOME ROCK’N’ROLL! YEAHHHHH!”

The music picked up again, the beat heavier, harsher. Branch’s paws found their way to the guitar, pick suddenly in hand, his mouth opening up to sing—

Oh. Oh no. And of course, none of the audience realized he wasn’t doing this willingly—

The song started, and Branch sang perfectly, playing his guitar like he’d been born to play it.

He didn’t have any other choice.

[kaiserkisser]

Hello Skylia! I hope youve been well <33!! I just wanted to ask what your favorite flowers are! <3 :3

HELLO VIVIII <3333 And ive been great, thank u for asking 🩷🩷

oh! well, i do particularly love hyacinths (esp purple omg theyre SO pretty) and hoya bells, although amaryllis, jasmine and lilies are really pretty too! :333 what about you? take care vivii <33

[stardstschlar]

@jukudoku asked: amaryllis : what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ? how do they express that pride ? belladonna : how does your muse respond to silence ? do they take comfort in soundlessness , or seek to fill the void with noise ? lily : how does your muse view their mother ?

Jotaro takes pride in very few things. One being his completion for his bachelor's to get his PhD in Marine Biology. The other being that his daughter is free by her own hand, and she's come such a long way in her short life. Though, he's not one to really express emotions or anything of the sort, but he gives praise where it is due - this is how he expresses his pride.

Silence is something he often prefers over being around loud and obnoxious. Sometimes, though, when he's going through a really rough day he tends to seek out the noise just to fill the void and have some sort of sense of normalcy.

As a teen, he had seen her as a push-over, someone who would constantly get talked over, walked all over etc. A lot of the times, Holly's carelessness often put him on edge and would upset him. She was his rock for most of his life, but hated seeing how others would easily just walk all over her. He cares for his mother, deeply, even though he doesn't always show it in the most positive way. When he's an adult, Jotaro shows more respect for her and begins to show her a bit more care than he had when he was younger.

[mysterycharacterflowers]

Round 1; A bouquet of oleander, refflesia (corpse flower), trigidia, hyacinth, hollyhock, Iberis (candytuft) and orange tulip Vs A bouquet of lily of the valley and amaryllis

If you know who they are, or are pretty sure of it, please don't tell until this poll has ended!

First, let's talk about the bouquet of oleander, refflesia (corpse flower), trigidia, hyacinth, hollyhock, Iberis (candytuft) and orange tulip

Meaning and why these flowers were chosen: Oleander, because it has a wide variety of meanings that suit him perfectly, including seduction, charm, beauty, complicated relationships, caution, and misfortune; he’s very beautiful (except when he’s not) and charismatic, he technically causes good luck but it often turns terrible due to his own mistakes so he is one hell of a misfortune upon other people, and he’s in a really funky marriage (no actual love, lots of lust, lots of annoyance, and an on-and-off alliance). Also, oleander has a legend about its name featuring a character who drowns, an association that vaguely reflects this guy’s difficult relationship with water (among other things, his spouse tried to drown him). Rafflesia (corpse flower), because it means death, artifice, temptation, and trickery. He tends to be involved in death whether he actively meant harm or not, but personally, too, he’s not above a little murder and consumption of innocent people. On the artifice and trickery side of things, he went to his marriage having put up a lot of pretenses that weren’t seen through until it was just too late, and the trend continued, but he’ll fall for the same, he’s naïve enough. Also, rafflesia exists in a symbiotic relationship with another plant, while he essentially creates magical symbiosis through deal-making (rafflesia is parasitic; he claims that he works in a more mutualistic manner, and probably means it, but it generally goes sour if it didn’t start that way). This flower also captures his rancid and wacky nature. Tigridia, because it represents cruelty; while malice isn’t his default state (self-interested amorality is), he’s plenty capable of it, and it is generally cruel for him to be in someone’s life. He also has a pragmatic side that, given what drives it, also tends toward cruelty even if it’s showing some of his better ideas. Hyacinth, because it represents playfulness; he’s excitable and will make big decisions on a whim, and likes to joke around. It also represents family togetherness, which is rather ironic for him, as someone is deliberately concealing the existence of his child from him, desperately and for as long as possible. Hollyhock, because it represents fertility and ambition; ambition is essential to his life even though it’s not usually his own. Iberis (candytuft), because it symbolizes indifference and he is an apathetic soul in that he’s not really capable of caring about others in a conventional sense and is fine living a life based solely around his own needs. No one ever got through to him that he should practice compassion long-term, or pay attention when something doesn’t directly concern him, which comes back to bite him sometimes. Iberis also symbolizes beauty and sweetness; he’s pretty, as established, but also capable of small actions that are seemingly sweet, if only he’d stick with it. Orange tulip, because it symbolizes understanding (especially in a relationship), and he does understand his spouse on a deep level, or at least some of his spouse’s feelings, though he’s woefully inadequate at figuring out what that means in practice Description: Good luck charm (derogatory/affectionate/holding back laughter). Constantly trying to explain one thing about his existence and how people don’t understand and gets told he fills his space in the world in such a way that the distinction he tries to make is without a difference. Has been on this earth for so very long and he never learns. Wildcard willing to take a stand for chaos. Loves it when people dream big dreams

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Now, let's talk about the bouquet of lily of the valley and amaryllis

Meaning: Lily of the Valley to represent joy, and Amaryllis to represent strength and determination. Description: This character is 17, his pronouns are he/him, his birthday is October 1st and his MBTI is ENFP. His favorite color is gray and he's dyed his hair multiple times. He plays guitar, and chews gum to get his mind off anxiety. He appears to go with the flow, and/or is easily peer pressured. He was sent to a camp for troubled children, is cheerful, and hates his name so he opted for a shortened version of it. He also loves cows.

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