#kingcup

[unacunatura]

yellow dreams | eyes of Lina

[nachtdereulen]

this is Sumpfdotter, or Kingcup in english. She’s a waterspirit and likes to watch the people from afar.

[mothmiso]

(1) (2) (3) (4) (5) by Vida Ficko

[clipsocallipso]

Marsh Marigold. Acrylic on paper, 26 x 26 cm, 2022. Prints and merch: @society6 @curioos @Redbubble @Zazzle Калужница. Акрил, бумага, 26 х 26 см, 2022. Работа продается, принты по запросу #floralart #floralpainting #botanicalart #marshmarigold #floralillustration #живописьакрилом #живописьцветы #buttercup #kingcup #artonpaper #womanartist #floralartist #floralartistry https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp3O88IINkl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[holdonjiji]

Yeehawgust Day 19 - Cactus Blossoms

Oh to be a Mojave sidewinder styled in a floral way (which you don’t quite fit, as you sidewind)

[rherlotshadow]

Watery ditch bursting with lush marsh marigolds

[vivalarevolutionxd]

Plants that unalive people.

Project 2025 (if it is voted in) will get rid of a woman's right to divorce her husband and her rights to her own body. This means we need to protect women from dangerous men. Here we go:

-Abrus Precatorius (Aka Crabs eye, rosary pea, Indian licorice, ect) causes vomiting, convulsions, liver failure, and death. Even one seed will cause it.

-Aconitum (Aka Wolfsbane, aconite, monkshood) causes disabled nerve endings, low blood pressure, cardiac irregularities, vomiting, and of course death.

-Actaea Pachypoda (Aka dolls eyes, or white baneberry) which basically paralyzes the cardiac muscles, not always deadly.

-Ageratina Altissima (Aka white snakeroot, white sanicle, richweed) causes milk sickness, which if you don't know it causes significant weightloss, polydipsia, vomiting, appetite loss, difficulty standing/walking, coma, and then death. Death occurs 2-10 days after eating it.

-Arnica Montana (Aka mountain tobacco, leopards bane, Mountain Arnica) causes bleeding in the intestinal tract, inflammation of the liver, paranoia, accelerated heart rate, muscular weakness, and death. Though a lot of the seeds/plant need to be digested for it to kill, though little amounts for long enough time can cause cancer.

-My personal favorite,Atropa Belladonna (Aka deadly nightshade) it's a long list but it causes: dilated pupils, sensitivity to light, blurred vision, slurred speech, dry throat and mouth, tachycardia, loss of balance, staggering, headache, urinary retention, constipation, confusion, delusions, hallucinations, convulsions, necrosis(limb death), paralysis, and death.

-Brugmansia (Aka angels trumpet(cause you will see the lord)) causes hallucinations and losing connection with reality. Not 100% deadly by itself but causes severe paranoia, hallucinated pain, and delusions. The most notable case of Angel's trumpet is a young man self amputating his leg with pruning shears after consuming the tea of just two flowers, he died.

-Caltha Palustris (Aka marsh-marigold, kingcup) causes convulsions, burning of the throat, vomiting, bloody diarrhea, dizziness, fainting, blisters, inflammation, gastric illnesses, and patients usually die to the symptoms.

-Cerbera Odollam (suicide tree) the one just kills you within a few minutes, muted taste, undetectable in autopsies, and can't be treated once consumed.

-Chelidomium Majus (Aka Greater Celandine) this one also just kills you, but you need at least 18mg per kilogram of body weight, so a 50kg (110lbs) person needs at least 900mg to kill them.

-Cicuta (Aka water hemlock, cows bane, wild carrot, snake weed, poison parsnip, child's bane) this one causes just over and over seizures until death. Can't be treated.

-Colchicum Autumnale (Aka Autum Corocus, Meadow Saffron) causes burning in mouth and throat, fever, diarrhea, abdominal pain, kidney failure, multiple system organ failure, hypovolemic shock, fluid loss, damage to the gi tract, bloody urine, low white blood cell count (damages the bodies ability to fight off infections), anemia, muscular weakness, respiratory failure, and death. Death occurs in 42-74hrs from consumption.

-Another one of my favorites, Conium Maculatum (Aka Hemlock, spotted parsley, spotted cowbane) for the following symptoms to occur you need to consume at least 6-8 leaves or half a gram of the roots. Symptoms include but not limited to, necrosis (limb death) within 30 minutes of initial dose, and paralysis of lungs, this causes suffocation within the hour.

I'll make a pt. 2 later.

[bubblezumi]

Au Idea :D

FloriographTale:

(Flowers source: https://gutenberg.org/cache/epub/31591/pg31591-images.html)

these are only ideas rn, i'll solidify them at some point >:3 (and draw art + what the bouquet would look like)

Flowey:

Buttercup (Kingcup) — Childishness

Hydrangea — Heartlessness

Asriel:

Daisy — Innocence

Allspice — Compassion

Bulrush — Docility

Birch — Meekness

Toriel:

Aloe — Grief

Moss — Maternal love.

Adonis (Flos) — Painful recollections

Angrec — Royalty

Wood Sorrel — Joy, Maternal tenderness

Napstablook:

Yew — Sorrow

Red Columbine — Anxious and trembling

Humble Plant (touch-me-not) — Despondency

Sans:

Tremella Nestoc — Resistance

Bay Leaf — I change but in death (?)

Ox Eye — Patience

Rudbeckia — Justice

Camomile — Energy in adversity

Papyrus:

Oak Leaves — Bravery

Liverwort — Confidence

Flax — I feel your kindness

White Dittany of Crete — Passion

Coreopsis — Always cheerful

Xeranthemum — Cheerfulness under adversity

Elder — Zealousness

Undyne:

Rudbeckia — Justice

Palm — Victory

Cedar — Strength

Nasturtium — Patriotism

Black Poplar — Courage

Alphys:

Red Columbine — Anxious and trembling

White Dittany of Crete — Passion

Asphodel — My regrets follow you to the grave

Flowering Almond — Hope

Birch — Meekness

Cereus (Creeping) — Modest genius

Mettaton:

Amaryllis — Pride, Splendid beauty

Bay tree — Glory

Ash Tree — Grandeur

Ash-leaved Trumpet Flower — Separation

Liverwort — Confidence

Narcissus — Egotism

Muffet:

Quince — Temptation

Foxglove — Insincerity

King-cups — Desire of Riches

Winter Cherry — Deception

Cabbage — Profit

Flytrap — Deceit

Asgore:

Marigold — Grief

Yew — Sorrow

Peony — Shame

Angrec — Royalty

Birdsfoot Trefoil — Revenge

Pomegranate — Regret, Binding choices

Gaster:

Walnuts — Intellect

Mulberry Tree (White) — Wisdom

White Poplar — Time

Gerson:

American Starwort — Cheerfulness in old age

Theoretical Flowers:

Chara: Aconite (Wolfsbane) — Misanthropy, Walnuts — Intellect Frisk: Flax — I feel your kindness, Magnolia (Swamp) — Perseverance (there was no determination)

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Victorian steampunk inspired — asriel and chara in victorian clothes, modern characters in more steampunk styles

Flowers directly related to magic — more magic, more flowers grow

Too much magic, too many flowers can grow and cause breathing problems, hyper awareness and paranoia.

too little and the flowers will take too much energy leading to fatigue and lowered pain resistance.

Flowers can adapt based on people’s lives? eg can be born with daisys (innocence) but later they grow into something else?

Chara and frisk - the humans - don’t have any flowers bc the flowers are caused by magic, however i’m planning for when frisk falls — if they do the pacifist route, they will gain a flower associated with the characters, like at the end of the ruins, when toriel hugs them, she tucks a wood sorrel or moss behind their ears so she’ll be there with them the entire way etc?

maybe the monsters dust like canon but the flowers continue growing where they died? so it would be like a city/town/village/area overgrown by nature by the end of geno? they disappear at a true reset but not at a softer reset like the end of neutral?

maybe a stupid idea, but every time flowey goes somewhere he died and regrows? so he leaves a wilted flower behind for a few mins before it dusts?

Frisk and Chara designs

[heaveninawildflower]

1) Red poppy (Papaver rhoeas).

2)) Greater celandine (Chelidonium majus)

3) Monkshood (Aconitum napellus)

4) Celandine (Ranunculus ficaria 

5) Holy thistle (Silybum marianum) and Canada thistle (Cirsium arvense)

6) Kingcups (Caltha palustris) and Pasque-flower (Pulsatilla vulgaris)

7) Sage (Salvia officinalis) and Meadow sage (Salvia pratensis

8) Knapweed (Centaurea jacea) and Star-thistle (Centaurea calcitrapa)

9) Thorn-apple or Jamestown weed (Datura stramonium)

10) Dandelion (Taraxacum officinale).

Coloured etchings by C. Pierre (circa 1865) after P. Naudin. 

Courtesy of Wellcome Collection

[konjaku]

菊咲立金花[Kikuzakiryūkinka] Ficaria verna

菊咲[Kikuzaki] : Blooming like a chrysanthemum

立金花 : Kingcup, Caltha palustris

It is so named because of its resemblance to Ryūkinka. Both belong to the buttercup family, Ranunculaceae, but in different genera. Although I have never seen the actual Ryūkinka, from the photo, its flower has five or six sepals that look like petals.

Originally from Europe, it was introduced as an ornamental species and is wild in many areas today. It is very fertile and can be found in clusters in fields and vacant lots. The ones in the photo were blooming near a rice field.

The flowers are about three or four centimeters in diameter, the glossy yellow petals, which are very typical of the buttercup family, are shiny and look good in sunlight.

They are starting to bloom little by little. They are a little ahead of the season, since the flowering season of this species is generally in spring.

[caimancrashed]

orion, kingcup, & others apart of the azurite winglet! (ocs)

orion & background guys belong to @tazdrgaoneyetagain !! :3c

[lottiesnotebook]

Hi!!! Happy Friday <3 I'd like to present a bouquet of flowers for Melia from the Flowers & Prompts?? I'm thinking camellia, and/or kingcup, and maybe also marigold?

Oh if anyone deserves flowers, it's probably Melia, who Goes Through It despite The Kick Inside not even really being her story! Also I love the flower prompt post so much! Here we have:

Kingcup- youth, innocence, dawn Camellia- my destiny is in your hands Marigold- grief

For the world's babiest bloodmage!

This is probably going to be my last prompt of the night, so have a scene that probably exists somewhere in the same universe as my (our?) monstrous creation that definitely won't appear in the final product, due to neither of our narrators being there to see it...

Alistair Theirin/Melia Surana, angst, breakups, yearning

@miladydewintcr | @dadrunkwriting

playing games like kids playing kingscup

The first time he sees Melia Surana, she looks almost divine to him - her dark curls forming a halo around a narrow, pensive face that is dominated by her heavy-lidded dark eyes. She looks, he thinks, like a young saint, or a girl at the start of a story - the kind of innocence seldom found outside Circle towers, the kind he envies and yearns for in equal measure. Then she curls her fingers into a fist, and he feels his muscles seize and twitch, and knows what she is, and that she must die.

Luna sees that strange look of innocence, too, and whether out of naivety or softheartedness, she spares her. Alistair rails against it, of course, but the terrible thing is this: she isn't wrong. For all that she is a blood mage, there is an awful innocence to Melia Surana - the way she looks up at the sky, wide-eyed and wondering, the way she kicks off her slippers to wriggle her toes in the grass and laugh, the way she plucks roadside flowers and braids them into clumsy garlands as they walk, as though even in idleness she cannot help but add beauty to the world. The way she turns ashen and curls into herself when she sees her first real bloodshed outside the tower, as if she thought the world a place beyond such horrors.

“A blood mage who faints at the sight of a little blood, it’s stupid, right?" she says, shoving her hair back behind her ears, "But I was never much of a blood mage, and- and I never saw anything die before, Alistair! Not even a chicken!”

Of course she had not, he realises, in that moment. The Circle is a world unto itself, where death is omnipresent but tidied away from the mages' view. How could she not be innocent, when the evils of the world - even of the blood magic she so clumsily practiced - have always been hidden from her lest they give her ideas? He isn't a templar, isn't even a knight, but there must still be something chivalrous remaining within him, because in that moment, he'd give anything to preserve such innocence in her, such light, like the newborn sun, not yet dimmed by the day's cruelty.

He cannot, of course. No shield he could bear would protect her from everything. By the time they reach Denerim and the Landsmeet is called and Eamon names him the heir to a brother he never knew and a father he never wanted, he cannot call her innocent any more, but she is still lovely, still within his reach.

The night she slips from it, they are sat on the floor by the hearth in the room they have shared since their arrival, her head against his knee, and he toys with her hair and remembers the flowers he'd braided into it, when they walked in the woods of Brecelian, and summer still hung in the air.

"How could they ask me to marry Anora Mac Tir?" he murmurs, more to himself that to her.

Melia swallows, and says, small and soft: "It makes sense, Alistair."

His hand stills. "Don't say that, Mel. You know I'd be a terrible king."

She sits up, then, takes her face in her small hands, riven with mage-scars but still so soft. "I know no such thing," she says, almost primly, and if this moment were anything less than heartbreaking, he'd kiss her nose and tell her she sounds like Wynne, but he cannot, does not. "You're a good man, Alistair. A great man, I think, and most kings aren't either. And Anora... She's a good politician, I think, but nothing I've seen makes me trust her to be a good queen. You would keep her in line, I think."

"Mel, you can't be suggesting-"

"I have to, Alistair!" Her voice comes out ragged and miserable, and the tears welling up in those lovely dark eyes are the only reason he isn't weeping himself. "You know what Eamon said. We'll all have to make sacrifices to see this through, and-"

"Not this, though! Not us!"

"You're the only thing I have that I could give up," she says, softly, "but that isn't why."

"Why then?" he demands, grasping her wrists in his hands. He is almost shaking with anger and heartbreak and betrayal, that she would- that she can't- that of all the people who have abandoned him, his first love would be among them, his Melia, his summer-sweet blood mage with flowers in her hair. "You can't seriously think that Ferelden needs-"

"I think," she says, solemn as a saint, despite the tears overspilling, "that Ferelden needs a king who knows mages are people, not weapons. A king who knows what it's like to be poor and hungry and hunted. A king who-" Her fingers trace back from his cheeks to his ears, the scarred, ragged edges they never speak of, "a king who might have been one of my people, in another life. Do you understand what you could change? What you could do?"

"Do you understand what you're asking of me?" he begs, but he already knows. Do you understand that I could refuse anyone but you?

"The world asks terrible things of all of us," she replies, and he thinks of Eamon still grey from grief and poison, of Duncan unburied in Ostagar, of their friend Luna and the child she carries. "I wish it didn't have to be you."

She kisses him then, chaste and tender, and he wants to cling to her like a child, wants to say my destiny is in your hands, but all he has to give her is grief for what they might have had, and a love that is crumbling like summer flowers in winter's wind.

[bonefall]

Trying to translate my ocs in clanmew!

Nyok beof- ravenfeather 

fharrl shai - stormstar

Both pretty simple translations 

Flower is called ponma, but cats call her karrurrska because they don’t like her and she definitely murdered the last leader. She then came in and was granted sanctuary because of her kits, but idk what name they’d call her because of her actions. Very entitled and demanding.

Peonyblossom - no translation for peony, but suffix would be -mwaron

Fawnkit and honeykit - niaa mew for fawn, I couldn’t find a translation for fawn, and hohorrl mew for honeykit

Hmm... an entitled cat with a flower-based name? Here's two new words for you! These are invasive species that Clan cats attack ON-SIGHT, and perfect for dishonor titles!

Giant Hogweed (Heracleum mantegazzianum) = Nipswa (Tainted + Flower + Spread-of-fire) AWFUL weed, NOXIOUS NASTY WEED. Actively noxious, even just to touch, spreading across fields and contributing absolutely nothing of value. This would be a very strong word in a dishonor title.

Rhododendron (Rhododendron ponticum) = Fsaferrl (Swarm + Honeysuckle) A tough, hardy bush that takes over wide areas VERY easily, much be uprooted as soon as it's discovered else it becomes extremely difficult to manage. Could work very well for your cat having an entitled sort of personality, but still "gentle" enough to not be a dishonor title. Rhododendron is pretty at least!

Also huh, I guess we forgot to add some deer-words to the lexi! That's been fixed; "Myaa" now means Fawn;Lamb;Baby Deer, and we added Yearling Deer (Mween).

You can also check out the whole Clan Culture entry we made on deer if you'd like.

For Peony, unfortunately, Clan cats have no words for it. It's a garden plant.... BUT THEY DO HAVE A WORD FOR MARIGOLD

Marsh Marigold/Gowan (Caltha palustris) = Chwee Has a ton of names in English, so I picked "Gowan" because it makes a nice prefix. Feel free to translate it however you'd like. Sometimes called a "kingcup" because it looks like a huge buttercup. This is the word used in Marigoldkit's name-- Chweemew.

Corn Marigold (Glebionis segetum) = Wimpa The more common type of marigold, grows in dryer territories. It can grow wild, unlike pot marigold, which I'm currently not giving the Clan cats a name for since that is a domestic flower... but I'm still doing research to find out if it's naturalized in this area or not.

And lastly Honey is a new word since I made it for Honeysnake! It's Mla.

Honey = Mla

[shivunin]

aaaaaaaah the flower list!!

Just giving you your OCs, pair them up with whomever you'd think would fit best, even platonically!

Elder for Arianwen

Kingcup for Maria

Witch hazel for Emmaera

Sweet Pea for Elowen

(Of course pick the ones you'd like!)

Thank you, Arja! <3 I am putting Emma's in a separate post, because it went a little longer than I expected. These are lovely prompts, btw, thank you for finding them!

(Animal injury CW for the first one)

(Flower Prompts)

Elder (compassion) Arianwen

The hound lay in the shadows of the tree beside the road, soft whines spilling from a brindled throat. Tabris was swinging from her horse at once, telling it to stay put and stay away. A wounded dog still had sharp teeth, after all; she knew that better than anyone. 

It had been run down by a horse; she could see that even from a distance, from the hoof marks on its back. As always, she’d carried healing potions with her when she left Vigil’s Keep. The healers would be angry with her for using it on another stray, but she didn’t especially care. Let them be angry as long as the poor thing lived. 

The potion was red when it spilled over the poor dog’s fur, washing clean some of the blood, and Wen could watch the skin and bone mend before her eyes. When the whimpers had faded to panting, she offered her knuckles to be sniffed and then poured some water into her cupped palm for it to drunk. 

“Welcome to the family,” she told the hound, and something in her chest went soft and bright when it licked her cheek in response. 

Kingcup (youth, innocence, dawn) for Maria

Maria was surprised to wake with the dawn, when the baby should long since have roused her with his cries. The crib was empty, but so was the other side of the bed. Though she could guess what had happened, Hawke slid from the bed with a yawn, padding out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and to the back door. 

As she’d expected, Fenris sat outside, his back against one of the posts that held the porch up, Leander balanced against his angled lap. Dawn splayed careful hands across their cheeks, turning Fenris’s hair to pink and yellow and pale lavender. She knew he must have heard her open the door, but she said nothing for a moment anyway, content just to watch the two of them in the quiet newness of the day.

At last, Fenris angled his face toward her. Maria stepped outside and settled beside him. When she rested her head on his shoulder, Fenris kissed her hair and Leander cooed his morning greeting. 

“Good morning to you, too,” she told them, and she was right. 

It was a good morning. 

Sweet Pea (delicate pleasures) for Elowen

She didn’t need to call for Cole; he came as soon as she wanted him to, darting through the undergrowth to her side. Elowen smiled over her shoulder at him and made space to her side. 

“What is it?” he asked, cocking his head. Lavellan lifted a hand to brush it over the bell of the flower. 

It glowed faintly in the twilight, casting the surrounding forest in a soft light. The petals made a soft sound between sighing and the ringing of distant bells when she brushed her fingertips over them. Flowers that were also music; her mother had shown them to her a lifetime ago, when she’d been very small and fascinated by the woods. 

“Strong hands carry and point, music and light, and the world is made of magic; magic that is not on the other side of anything, but here and now and alive. It is a flower.”

Cole said the last part with a note of surprise. Elowen smiled wistfully, caught in the memory he’d voiced aloud, and drew her hand away. 

“It’s a flower,” she agreed. 

The two of them stayed there for a long time, until the sun had faded from the sky and the glow had dimmed from the petals. There was a certain sort of happiness in sharing joy with a friend, she decided, and the two of them walked back to camp in a companionable quiet.

[pearlsoflongago]

Silences

Poems of Solitude and Stillness

Among the Sierra Nevada Mountains by Albert Bierstadt

Solitude

To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean This is not solitude, 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled.

But midst the crowd, the hurry, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel and to possess, And roam alone, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all the flattered, followed, sought and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!

More blest the life of godly eremite, Such as on lonely Athos my be seen, Watching at eve upon the giant height, Which looks o'er waves so blue, skies so serene, That he who there at such an hour hath been Will wistful linger on that hallow'd spot; Then slowly tear him from the witching scene, Sigh forth one wish that such had been his lot, Then turn to hate a world he had almost forgot.

—George Gordon, Lord Byron, from Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage

Weymouth Bay by John Constable

A Solitude

Sea beyond sea, sand after sweep of sand, Here ivory smooth, here cloven and ridged with flow Of channelled waters soft as rain or snow, Stretch their lone length at ease beneath the bland Grey gleam of skies whose smile on wave and strand Shines weary like a man’s who smiles to know That now no dream can mock his faith with show, Nor cloud for him seem living sea or land.

Is there an end at all of all this waste, These crumbling cliffs defeatured and defaced, These ruinous heights of sea-sapped walls that slide Seaward with all their banks of bleak blown flowers Glad yet of life, ere yet their hope subside Beneath the coil of dull dense waves and hours?

—Charles Algernon Swinburne

Study of a Figure Outdoors: Woman with a Parasol by Claude Monet

Silent Noon

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,— The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms 'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass. All round our nest, far as the eye can pass, Are golden kingcup fields with silver edge Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge. 'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:— So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above. Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, This close-companioned inarticulate hour When twofold silence was the song of love.

—Dante Gabriel Rossetti, from The House of Life

Garden by Claude Monet

[ask-emoripals]

*Casually slides a kingcup cactus to kel* ....It's you.

🏀: Your goddamn right!