#an amaranthus meaning hopelessness and a rose meaning love

[sunset-sunbun]

those affected.

[loudgaybug]

because I'm autistic I decided to catalogue all the flower language meanings in pommes gift to pepito and em

regrettably I'm not including sunny because there were no flowers in her gift. this is mainly for me to have an archive of it. pomme did say she looked into flower meanings for em ! if anyone has anything to add/correct please do, I tried my best to find the names of some of the modded flowers but I'm not familiar with the mods so I didn't know for sure, just guessed based off appearance

Pepito

blue amaranth (amaranthus in general) - longevity, immortality (amaranthus is derived from Greek meaning unfading)

red amaranth (also known as love-lies-bleeding) - hopeless love or intense and genuine love, deep emotion, warmth, energy

purple amaranth - unchanging affection, independence, individuality, abundance, prosperity

pink amaranth - vitality, empathy, compassion, understanding, given to show support, comfort, affection

additional info : red, pink and purple amaranth are colours that amaranth cockscomb comes in, amaranth cockscomb is most associated with red, amaranth cockscomb means affectation (pretentious manner) and foppery (excessive attention paid to clothes/appearance)

Em

cornflowers (pomme's favourite flower) - beauty, purity, grace, love, fertility, nature and its independence, bravery, loyalty, hope, anticipation, patience, elegance, delicacy, refinement, single blessedness

the cornflower has ties to France; there is a story that when Napoleon invaded Prussia Queen Louise hid her children in a field of cornflowers, making flower crowns for their heads so they would blend in. It was also worn by the french military. Cornfowers in France are a symbol of remembrance, known as the Bleuet de France.

black rose - death, mourning, tragedy, farewell to a loved one, danger, sorrow, revenge, endings, new beginnings, rebirth, eternal love. historically it was a symbol of dark magic, but also a symbol of resistance for anarchist and anti-authoritarian groups

poppies - consolation, remembrance, death, peace, loss, deep sleep, eternal rest, imagination, resurrection

peony - good luck, compassion, love, honour, happiness, wealth, elegance, beauty, bashfulness, shame

The association between peonies and bashfulness is from folklore where pesky nymphs hid in the petals of peonies. In China they symbolise rank/wealth. It is said that Empress Wu Zetian walked through the imperial gardens and became upset the flowers weren't blooming, issuing a decree for them to bloom. The next day they all bloomed apart from the peonies, which enraged her, and she ordered them burnt. The next day, however, they grew back from the ashes as red flowers, then she banished them to Luoyang Palace.

That one red and white/cream flower in the pack is my greatest enemy. it could be a red and white carnation, in which case it would mean purity, luck, love and affection, or more likely the incan lily meaning devotion, pure friendship, support, love, faithfulness, "you are beloved" condolences at a time of sorrow, or it could also be a red and white rose symbolising unity

I think the flowers at the bottom are red marigolds? I'm working under the assumption they are. Red marigolds - love, passion, marigolds - grief, despair, genuine hurt from mourning, compassion, remembrance, the beauty and warmth of the rising sun, resurrection. In Shakespeare's A Winters Tale Perdita hands flowers out saying "The marigold, that goes to bed wi'th' sun, And with him rises,weeping.”

[fluffypotatey]

Also, some flower language info: many flowers have multiple meanings, because you (generally) aren't meant to give just one, but a small posy (mini-bouquet) to provide context. Also, the colour of the flower means something too. Carnations and roses have a dozen meanings each depending on what colour they are. So these flowers have more than one meaning, but put together, they'll convey the message you're looking for. Also, any bouquet of withered/dying flowers means rejection.

Alrighty *cracks knuckles* let's do this.

Grief: aloe, bell flower, harebell, purple hyacinth, marigolds, thistle

Unrequited love: begonia, bleeding heart, buttercup, cypress, daffodil

Hopelessness/hopeless love: Amaranthus, love lies bleeding, yellow tulip

Mourning: Cypress, dark red roses

✍️✍️✍️

YES BOSS, LOVE YOU BOSS

[tmblrdream]

i don’t hate roses they’re just basic and you’ve gotta admit that. i literally took out all my plant graphs so I can find one that could remind me of you and for now I have: amaranthus caudatus, lysimachia nummularis, and hemerocallis xhybrida

I remembered that flowers have meanings which seems useful for art so I looked up the meanings of all of these

amaranthus caudatus (love lies bleeding) In the Victorian language of flowers, Love Lies Bleeding represented hopelessness, or hopeless love. On the opposite end of the spectrum, there is also a religious significance attached to Love Lies Bleeding, referring to the self-sacrifice of Jesus. lysimachia nummularia no meaning but it’s a nice shade of green :) hemerocallis x hybrida (a type of daylily) The name of this genus comes from the Greek words “hemera,” which means “day” and “kalles,” which means “beauty.” The loose translation of this is “beautiful for one day,” since each daylily flower remains open for just a day. out of these I like the love lies bleeding one

[verstappenist]

Through The Flower | Gwilym Lee

A/n: Hi! So this fic, is based on a prompt here from tumblr by a user i couldn’t find anymore but basically it was ‘Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says “How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in floer?’

 I changed it up just a tiny little bit but I really really liked the prompt! The title of the fic is a saying but translated into english and it basically means to put something in a nice way… She very very tiny and was a creation of my sleep deprived 2am self. 

As always, feedback and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated and I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 658 (she smol)

Warnings: none really? mentions of cheating

It was a quiet day in the shop, a few customers came by earlier in the morning, some right after you opened after lunch break but since then it has been relatively tranquil.

Well that was until the probably most handsome guy you’ve ever seen rushed into your little flower shop. ‘Probably because he needs some last minute gift for his equally as gorgeous girlfriend, or wife, or whatever’, you thought, just slightly bitter because of your, well, not so exciting love life.

The tall brunette man looked at the premade bouquets, looking through the constellations of pinks, reds, yellows, but not really feeling any of them. That’s why he turned to you, observing him from behind the counter.

“How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flowers?”

At first his question caught you by surprise, you had this idea planted in your head that he wanted to get them for an anniversary or birthday but definitely not that. “W-What do you mean? What occasion would call for that sort of bouquet?”, you chuckled, trying to mask your awkwardness.

“Well it calls for something special when you find out your fiancée has been cheating on you for a year with your childhood best friend, who would've been your best man at your wedding, through your brother. Doesn’t it?” You could tell he was trying to keep his calm on the outside, but already exploding on the inside.

“Well… phew, yes in that case I can make you a very special bouquet… quite exotic but very meaningful”, you explained, guiding him to the cut-flowers.

“Would you tell me more about them,…?”, silently asking for your name. “I’m (y/n), and who is sending the probably most hateful bunch of flowers to a very cruel woman?”

“Gwilym”, he replied showing off his perfect smile. Jesus christ, could this man get any more perfect? Tall, blue eyes you could drown in, brown hair that looks fluffy enough to run your hands through it all day long. And freshly single!

“Now, (y/n), tell me more about those flowers.” God your name sounded heavenly coming from his mouth.

“Right yeah, I’d put yellow Roses-”

“Wait don’t they represent friendship?”

“Oh no that’s where most people are mistaken. Yellow Roses actually mean infidelity", you explained to Gwilym, who was now leaning against the table behind him. “Next I would put orange Lilies, they symbolize hatred; Sweet Briar for woundedness; Rue for regret and lastly Amaranthus for hopelessness and heartbreak!" Presenting him the colourful exotic bouquet you smiled softly at the still hurting man in front of you.

"Normally I would never put those together but desperate times call for desperate measures." Gwilym only nodded in agreement, watching your every move as you put some colourful wrapping around the flowers for the finishing touch.

"How much do you get for this?", he asked already digging in his jean pocket for his wallet.

"You know what, this one's on me, if you promise to tell me what she said. And don't even try to argue with me!"

"I can't possibly do that! If you don't let me pay you ten at least allow me to take you out for coffee sometime and I'll tell you then, deal?" You eagerly nodded in response, writing down your private phone number on a business card.

Sliding it over to him, Gwil quickly pocketed the piece of paper, "I'm looking forward to it Gwilym, don't disappoint me."

"I could never! Thank you though, mainly for the flowers, but also for your number. I'll text you as soon as I got it over with!", he smiles softly.

"Yeah okay, bye!", you called after the tall man before he left.

Right as you were about to close the shop around 7pm, Gwilym rushed in with the same hurry as hours earlier, this time a aggressive red handprint on his right cheek.

"Well it didn't go too well, but you still up for that coffee? Okay no let's make it dinner!"

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[snowstcrm]

LADY OF THE SKULLS vs. REYLO

I want to start off by saying that I don’t actually think that this short story had any influence on the new trilogy... unless there was someone at LF digging into fantasy literature. I just made the connection between the two pieces of media and I wanted to share my thoughts because I feel like this story and Reylo share similar themes and that’s the kind of shit I love talking about.

To quickly summarize the story, there is a woman that lives in a tower on a barren, desert plain. She’s lived in solitude for an unsaid amount of years and spends her days watering flowers that grow in skull-pots. Every once in awhile, men will show up to the tower seeking all the treasures hidden inside. She pities them because every man that has attempted to take a treasure out of the tower has died, but still, she lets them in because they won’t leave until they get their hands on the physical fortunes. It is explained more throughout the story, but essentially the tower (and the rules surrounding it) is a physical metaphor for the walls the Lady of Skulls has built around her heart.

Among the small group of men, we are introduced to Ran of Carnelaine. His shield is white with a red rose on it and he stands apart from the group.

Lady of the Skulls, they called her, clamouring to enter. Sometimes they were more courteous, sometimes less. She watered, waiting for this one to call her. He did not; he guided his horse into the tower’s shadow and dismounted. He took his helm off, sat down to wait, burrowing idly in the ground and flicking stones as he watched her...

The men spot the lady [Amaranth] at the top of the tower and are wary of her because of all the bad stories they had heard of men dying. Ran is the only one to ask, “Is it her tower, or is she trapped?”

Begrudgingly, she lets the men inside the tower that is filled with treasure and explains to them how the laws of the tower work.

”If you choose the most precious thing in the tower, you may keep all that you see. If you choose wrongly, you will die before you leave the plain.”

As the men begin their search for what they believe is the most precious treasure, Ran approaches Amaranth at the top of the tower as she waters her plants. In either of his hands he holds a black rose and a silver lily. Amaranth asks him why he bothered to come to the tower, and while he jokingly mentions money, he answers more seriously.

”Maybe I wanted to see the most precious thing there is to be found. Will the plain bloom again, if it is found? Will you have a garden instead of skull-pots?... [It’s] The riddle itself. That draws us all, at heart. What is the most precious thing? To see it, to hold it, above all to recognize it and choose it-- that’s what keeps us coming and traps you here.”

He then remembers that Amaranth might indeed be physically trapped in the tower and steers the conversation to learn more about her.

“You grow roses out of thin air in this blistered plain; you try to beat back death for us with our own bones. You curse our stupidity and our fate, not us. Who built this tower for you?” She turned her face away, mute. He said softly, “The other Amaranth, the [flower] that dies, is also called Love-lies-bleeding.”

To explain a bit further, amaranth is a species of flower who’s name means unfading or immortal. There is a subspecies of amaranths however, that are called love-lies-bleeding.

---Love-lies-bleeding, also called amaranthus caudatus...represents hopelessness or hopeless love. It has religious significance too, suggesting the compassion and sacrifice of Jesus. Bleeding hearts have an endearing child’s story attached, where the flower is clipped apart and arranged to correspond with the steps in a fairytale, ending with love lost. [x]

---“The deepest teaching of Love-Lies-Bleeding is centered around the meaning of compassion and sacrifice.This realization within the soul is often called Christ consciousness, the capacity to suffer or to bleed not for ourselves but for all of humanity and for the redemption of the Earth itself.”

Ran compares the lady’s old self that ended up in the tower to this specific type of amaranth, implying that the lady was once hopeful and compassionate, but she had been burned in the past one too many times and ended up locked away in the tower alone.

Amaranth proceeds to explain how she once used to live a normal life, but a wizard who she rejected had cursed her to live in an eternal tower.

“I was so tired of being touched and then forgotten, of hearing my name spoken and then not, as if I were only real when I was looked at, and just something to forget after that, like you never remember the flowers you toss away. So I said to him: no, and no, and no. ...[The wizard] said, “Then you shall make a tower of your name, for the tower is already built in your heart.””

”Love-lies-bleeding” [Ran] whispered.

After hearing her story, Ran decides on what he wants to carry out of the tower. He picks up one of Amaranth’s roses, a flower that symbolizes love, hope, and new beginnings, and begins to walk down the stairs to leave. Amaranth follows him, and the exchange they share is sweet.

“We all build towers, then dare each other to enter....” He picked up the little rose in its skull pot and stood abruptly, she followed him to the stairs.

“Where are you going with my rose?” 

“Out.”

She followed him down protesting, “But it’s mine!”

“You said we could choose anything.”

“It’s just a worthless thing I grew, it’s nothing of the tower’s treasure. If you must take after all, choose something worth your life!”

He glanced back at her, as they rounded the tower stairs to the bottom. His face was bone-white, but he could still smile. “I will give you back your rose,” he said, “if you will let me take the Amaranth.”

“But I am the only Amaranth.”

He strode past his startled companions...He led himself into the dragon’s mouth [the door out the tower].

Now looking at Kylo and Rey, there are a few similarities here that are obvious. Rey has spent a countless number of years in a barren desert, alone and abandoned. While she can love and care deeply, we see that she fears making connections with others and even acts abrasive at first. She has learned to guard her heart, almost forcing herself to live with that loneliness (even saying she has to return to Jakku when she didn’t have to).

Then there’s Kylo who has developed a fascination for her, that I can only see growing in TLJ. He too, who has felt loneliness and abandonment, and shares the same raw power as her that others fear, is the one who can truly see her and understand what she is.

I also want to note that the knight in this story is scared as he makes his decision. He chooses Amaranth and believes he’s made the right choice, but he is described as pale and bone-white as he makes his way down the stairs and out the door. He know he may die for his decision, but he believes she is the most precious thing and is willing to take the risk, exchanging a token of his love (the rose) for her hand.

I... probably could write much more about this, but I’ve already written far too much for two stories that have no actual relation to each other... I just thought the similarities were sweet. ;v;