#milkvetch: your presence softens my pains

[mimimar]

page 2 of my ivy comic ✿

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[winewinebloodwine]

[Chuuya hums, going to respond before he registers the changes. He can't really help the way his heart jackrabbits in his chest, or the way he tenses a little-, inhaling shakily as the sleepiness seems to freeze. After a second of silence to make sure he wouldn't react- he reaches over and pinches Dazais side] Don't do that. Dont. I'm not- don't do that. Why are- don't do that please. I dont. [Fuck- fuck fuck fuck- this is fuvking him up. He takes a shakey inhale, keeping his head hidden in Dazais chest. He doesn't want to see] don't want to see that. Or him. You're you. I'm not. [God fucking damn his words. Words fucking suck. Talking about any shit like this sucks. He pinches Dazai again instead.] Milkvetch. Not- Flos adonis.

[Chuuya hums a bit, still mostly focused on trying to breath. He nods though, absently agreeing. He tilted his head a bit, seeming to be silently wondering if dazai had gotten it all or not, before sighing a bit. His grip around Dazais wrist is iron strong, if a bit loose.]

[@long-death-dazai contining the other one here!]

[cartyrs]

My piece for ReaperZine 2023!! I wonder who left Alan this bouquet..

I designed these stickers for the physical orders as well :))

If you missed ordering a physical zine, you can still buy a digital copy here! Flowers & all their meanings below cut :)

Alan's bouquet from Eric:

american cowslip “you are my divinity”

amaranth globe “immortality, unfading love”

peruvian heliotrope “devotion”

erica “love of solitude”

milkvetch “your presence softens my pain”

balm of gilead “cure, relief”

Stickers:

Alan & Eric

dandelion “faithful to thee”

Grell

red tulip “my feelings are true / passion, love, & lust”

Othello

white jasmine “love, beauty, purity”

[completeoveranalysis]

HELLO would you like to read some FIC?

Do you crave some fresh new Kurofai stories to get you through the season? 

Did you watch the recent Olympics and think to yourself, “Well that was fine but it could use a lot more fictional gay characters falling in love with each other in it?”

Well you’re in luck! The Kurofai Olympics is happening right now. 

Best of all, if you ever find yourself writing a comment on AO3 and going, “Gee, I sure wish I could also submit my thoughts via voting on various categories on a Google Docs,” well, they have that too! You can vote on each fic you read and help them choose the overall winning team of the year.

The official blog is here, but here is my personal little list of convenient links too:

Team Ancient

Asphodel (My Regrets Follow You To The Grave)

Asphodel - by The_Storybooker

Hemlock (You Will Be My Death)

Gods, Ascended - by godtiercomplex

Lady’s Slipper (Capricious Beauty. Win Me and Wear Me)

Your Heart Is My Sky - by cloverfield

Milkvetch (Your Presence Softens My Pains)

The Quiet After You - by yououui

Mulberry Tree (I Shall Not Survive You)

Like the Stars Miss the Sun in the Morning Sky - by tsubasafan

Pine, Spruce (Hope in Adversity)

Footprints on the Sands of Time - by aminiatureworld

European Sweetbrier (I Wound To Heal)

Ibara-��ji - by eternalsong

Tansy (I Declare War Against You) 

The Mountain Calls - by anduefex

Maiden’s Blush Rose (If You Love Me, You Will Find It Out)

The Knight, the Spirit and the Bridge - by saltedmoon

Team Modern

Asphodel (My Regrets Follow You To The Grave)

Home For Wayward Souls - by Uakari

Hemlock (You Will Be My Death)

Rule#34 - by xFourLeafCloverx

Lady’s Slipper (Capricious Beauty. Win Me and Wear Me)

For Want of a Hair Pin - by humancorn

Milkvetch (Your Presence Softens My Pains)

To Wilt or Bloom - NinjaCupcake

Mulberry Tree (I Shall Not Survive You)

Price for Life - ItheGodot

Pine, Spruce (Hope in Adversity)

Love Letters to Lost Limbs - VenusInRetrograde

European Sweetbrier (I Wound To Heal)

Spring, Anew - by PillarofAutumn117

Tansy (I Declare War Against You) 

Modern Warfare - by kuroganeattacksquad

Maiden’s Blush Rose (If You Love Me, You Will Find It Out)

Petal by Petal - by EdenAziraphale

Team Art

Asphodel (My Regrets Follow You To The Grave)

Asphodel - by boxdev

Hemlock (You Will Be My Death)

Hemlock - by ottostoast

Lady’s Slipper (Capricious Beauty. Win Me and Wear Me)

Capricious Beauty - by Pile0fBones

Mulberry Tree (I Shall Not Survive You)

Black Mulberry - by Squeeb100

Pine, Spruce (Hope in Adversity)

Pine, Spruce - by ConstellationMemories

European Sweetbrier (I Wound To Heal)

Of Martyrs and Heroes - by Chiru

And remember, it’s all for fun!

[thatpikmin]

There are so many amazing artist, so let’s spread love with some flower love language

These flower meanings are based on the book “flowers and their meanings” by Karen azouley. So the meaning will be different!!!

Bathbomb

—————————— Flowers ———————————

Blue violet - faithfulness

sycamore - curiosity

Purple pansy - you occupy my thoughts

Carnation - strong and pure love

ranunculus - I am dazzled by your charms

Sweet William - gallantry

——————————————————————————————

Cherrybomb

—————————— Flowers ———————————

Cranberry blossom - cure for heartache

Ivy - marriage

Olive branch - peace

Milkvetch - your presence softens my pain

locust flower - affection beyond the grave

Red and white roses (together) - unity

——————————————————————————————

Reversal

—————————— Flowers ———————————

Pink - boldness

Four leaf clover - be mine

Greater celandine - first sigh of love

White fraxinella - passion

Mugwort - happiness

lilac primrose - confidence

——————————————————————————————

Fishsticks

—————————— Flowers ———————————

Wisteria - welcome, Fair stranger

Lilac - First emotion of love

Morning glory - affection

Stephanotis - will you accompany me to the east?

Iris - message

White camillia - perfect loveliness

——————————————————————————————

Godmode

—————————— Flowers ———————————

Yellow tulip - hopeless love

Buttercup - childishness

Hembane - imperfection

Jonquil daffodil - I desire a return of affection

Lesser celandine - joys to come

Shooting star - you are my divinity

Honeysuckle - bonds of love

(Why is there so many yellow flowers)

——————————————————————————————

Campfire

—————————— Flowers ———————————

Chervil - sincerity

Kennedia - mental beauty

Alyssum - tranquility

Clematis - Mental Beauty

Bridal rose - happy love

Flax - I feel your kindness

White bellflower - gratitude

——————————————————————————————

Pufferfish

—————————— Flowers ———————————

Knotgrass - restoration

Chestnut trees - do me justice

Crepis - protection

Almond blossom - hope

A bunch of dahlia - my graditude exceeds your care

Sedum - tranquility

——————————————————————————————

Nightlight

—————————— Flowers ———————————

Plum blossoms - keep your promises

Pear blossom - comfort

Daisy - innocence

Lily of the valley - return of happiness

Sweet alyssum - worth beyond beauty

Corepsis - Always cheerful

Strawberry blossom - perfect goodness

(All white)

——————————————————————————————

I want to say that this was ment to represent the ships as a whole (since the creators of the slugcat designs are known as the CEO of said ship, with the exception of FishSticks, I don’t know who the CEO of FishSticks is and if it is pansear I wanted to use different designs to make them all unique) and not the aus the creators made, if any other these ships are inaccurate, I’m sorry.

If the creator does not wish to have their designs displayed or shown off, their designs will be removed and replaced with someone elses

Credits to the character designs

@pansear-doodles

@draagu

@pookapufferfish

@beansmakinbooks

@sugarr-moon

@twocakesinacup

@scrufflesksunnide

Yall are amazing artists, keep on inspiring others ❤️

This was supposed to come out on on Valentine’s Day

[winewinebloodwine]

[After that songs also ends, Chuuya kinda just pauses in silence for a bit. Then he mumbles, quiet and rasping, and just slightly amused with fondness.] White poppy. [He sighs a little, voice even quieter as he mumbles] Milkvetch myrtle. [After a few seconds, he goes back to humming, soft and fond]

Y'all should be so proud of me. I'm being so brave. I haven't even been trying to kill myself nearly as much as I would've liked to since coming here

That being said. The cat I saw just ran away from me so I am not to blame for anything that happens

[oversuns]

Kabumisu wedding bc I love them! Bouquet symbolism under the cut~

In Kabru’s hair is rose and myrtle - love. In Mithrun’s hair is also rose, and heliotrope - devotion. In their bouquet:

Lemon geranium: unexpected meeting Chinese primrose: lasting love Rose: love (variety: Distant Drums) Arbor vitae: live for me White dittany of crete: passion Venice sumach: intellectual excellence Juniper: protection Traveler’s joy: safety Gentian: intrinsic worth Lauristinus: I die if neglected (sry) Milkvetch: your presence softens my pains

[kurofai-olympics]

Team Ancient - Milkvetch - your presence softens my pains

the quiet after you by yououui

Summary:

Fai’s magic was powerful. Destructive. A force that could flatten cities and destroy worlds. When he used it, even someone with no magical ability could feel it resonating within their very bones. It grew in power each time he used it, its magnitude seemingly endless. There was only one thing holding it back, and that was the frail composition of the human body.

[kuroganeattacksquad]

Spotlight on Milkvetch | Your presence softens my pains

yououui for Team Ancient: the quiet after you

NinjaCupcake for Team Modern: To Wilt or Bloom

Please read and vote!

[hilumbarren]

Astragalus genus

(Milkvetch)

(Image by Anne Pratt from The Flowering Plants and Ferns of Great Britain, 1855)

History and Etymology: The astragalus genus refers to thousands of species of flowers and shrubs. The flowers all typically have the same petal shape, although they come in a large variety of colors. These flowers are often different kinds of Milkvetches, named from when they were used to improve goat milk production from all the way back in the middle ages.

Flower Symbolism: Despite the large variety of flower species, milkvetch flowers all typically share the same meaning, unless you're feeling particularly obtuse. These flower mean "your presence softens my pains," finding comfort in a loved one. I nicknamed my partner with this flower <3.

Fun Facts:

There is an ankle bone in humans and several mammals, like deer, called Astragalus. It is also called the talus bone. This bone is known for being taken from dead animals and used as playing dice, or even as a fortune telling tool!

The word astragal is a type of wall moulding, which has small waves on the sides before coming to the center in a half-circle.

Astragalus plants are legumes, which is the same family as peas or beans! Astragalus is the largest genus of this family, with over 3,000 species.

Sources below

Image: Internet Archive copy of The Flowering Plants and Ferns of Great Britain History and Etymology: Astragalus plant Wiki and Etymonline Flower Symbolism: Dale Harvey Meaning of Flowers index Fun facts: Etymonline, astragalus bone Wiki, and Fabaceae Wiki

[rust-bearer]

In The Roots of the Spark

First Aid / Riptide Hanahaki, for @thebirdkiwi. 2K words comm.

On Earth, First Aid had encountered a flower with an interesting name. Astragalus, they called them. Milkvetch, goat’s-thorn, locoweed. First Aid remembered it well, because he’d brought a bundle of them back with him before he was stationed on Delphi. Other mechs that came to his clinic would sometimes ask after them, and First Aid answered honestly, that he just thought they looked interesting, that their clinical effects on humans were equally as interesting too. Quite a few mechs, though- the ones with an interest in that sort of thing- thought they were very pretty. First Aid remembered Ambulon had been one of them, and First Aid had mentioned that their English word meant something along the lines of bone, if you looked to the root of it, something somewhat medical if you imagined it. It had been one of the first things First Aid had ever said to Ambulon. 

The flowers died long before they made it to Delphi. First Aid hadn’t minded, really, but Ambulon had been… sad? Maybe. This was before First Aid had been able to know Ambulon like the back of his own servo, so the memory is foggy, and what might have been sadness could very well have been something else. It was just flowers, after all. But First Aid remembers it anyway. Just like he remembers trying to make it up to his new coworker, his friend- finding that book on flower poetry, from some time on Earth. Sending a copy to Ambulon too. Look, First Aid had said. Astragalus means, ‘your presence softens my pain’. 

Ambulon thought it was funny.

But it isn’t so funny now. 

Time passes and doesn’t stop moving forward, First Aid knows. Those flowers are long dead, and even their memory is fuzzy around the edges, just like how time will make Ambulon’s image into something faint. The adventure of the Lost Light is fun and daring, and the new dimension is something First Aid had never even thought possible, but it loses part of its luster as First Aid sits in the medical bay. Earth lays outside the window; humans from a different time, four deca-cycles earlier than First Aid had ever met them. Different vehicles on the road and different music on their radios. 

The same astragalus, on his desk. 

Riptide had come in earlier and brought them. He’d remembered them from all those years ago- First Aid can remember it now, too. Blue and white mech, standing in the clinic, peering curiously at the flowers in the vase, the way the pink petals caught blue optic-light. An excited smile. 

First Aid’s digit reaches out, brushes the petals carefully. His mask lays on the desk beside it, and one of the petals has already fallen off onto it, from where Riptide had tried to arrange them like he’d seen. First Aid smiles a little, but it disappears as he hears the medbay door open. And quickly, he slots his mask back on. He should get back to work.

—------------------------

The toxin in Astragalus is called Swainsonine. First Aid can’t find any studies on humans that deal with it, but there’s plenty on their horses. Lethargy, depression, erratic behavior, 

incoordination. First Aid has been looking these symptoms over on loop, because- because-

Because he’s looking in the mirror now, and his faceplate is off, and there’s a servoful of flower petals resting in his servo, ones he’s just coughed up. More than yesterday. 

Someone knocks on the door. First Aid frantically begins to scrub the petals down into the drain, and he knows Ultra Magnus would be having a fit if he knew what First Aid was doing. He manages to get them all down the drain, and he’s just starting the clean the pink stains from the edges of his mouth when the door opens, and Riptide peeks his head in.

“Oh! Sorry First Aid, I didn’t realize anyone was in here.” Riptide does look genuinely apologetic. But then his optics just barely manage to catch the sight of the stains on First Aid’s mouth, before First Aid covers it back up with his faceplate. “Woah- that doesn’t look good. Are you alright?” Riptide pushes into the bathroom a little, and First Aid has to take a step back. 

“I-” First Aid begins, and has to stop because his throat wants to cough rebelliously. “I’m fine. It’s nothing.”

It’s something, but First Aid doesn’t know what. It’s not the first time he’s coughed up the petals, and it’s getting worse. But he doesn’t know what to do, and he’s seized by a brief, frantic urge to ask Riptide for- something. Help, maybe? Help with what? 

“Are you sure? You don’t look so good, either, Aid…” 

“I’m fine.” First Aid repeats, and pushes past his friend. It was a mistake to try and go out to the bar today when he’s being haunted by these flowers, haunted by Ambulon’s favorite damned flower, when Ambulon is dead and won’t ever be coming back. First Aid manages to dodge the doorframe as he stumbles out of the bar, wishing he’d gotten a drink as he hurries back to the medbay. And as he enters, he sees the vase of astragalus on his desk. What had been Ratchet’s desk. Who now occupies Ambulon’s desk. 

With an abrupt, snarled cry, First Aid yanks the vase of flowers from his desk and- momentarily- makes to throw them into the trash. Holds them in the air, though, and… doesn’t. 

Instead, he casts his optics down, and gently sets the vase back onto his desk. Even with his careful tending, they’re beginning to lose their luster, and a few petals have dislodged from the sudden movements. And suddenly, First Aid feels far, far tireder than he had been mere moments ago. The medbay is empty. Velocity is out with the others at the Earth base. Ratchet is with Drift. And First Aid is alone with a vase of flowers, and alone, he coughs dryly behind his mask. Without anyone else around, the sound has nowhere else to go but echo raspily through the space. Cough, cough, cough. 

—---------------------

First Aid doesn’t know if he was in love with Ambulon. That’s a strange thing to think, as he sits below deck, watching the oil cistern glisten in the night lighting. But it’s also true. First Aid drops a handful of astragalus petals into the oil, watches them bob in the artificial current. It’s been long enough that he has to think about the question, and long enough that he can barely manage to push past the pain to try and find an answer.

It feels like love. When you know someone long enough, to be trapped with them long enough, to work side-by-side with them long enough. Pharma had been callous even before he had finally lost his mind, and it meant that First Aid and Ambulon truthfully only had each other for their brief company. And when they’d gone to the Lost Light together, it felt like their friendship was different. Different in a good way, but First Aid doesn’t know what that means, now, because it had been cut off before it could even begin. The pain in First Aid’s spark is so deeply set that trying to unravel it just twists it further up. They’d been like one single sentence, for the longest time, First Aid - and - Ambulon. Even when First Aid had made other friends, it was still the same. 

First Aid and Ambulon. Then, just First Aid. 

First Aid wonders if he’s dying. There’s nothing in his files that say anything about coughing up flowers; nothing about your body aching from the inside, or energon staining his mouth, or being barely able to stay awake at all hours of the day. He’s terrified to take off his faceplate now, and he knows- even if he doesn’t know, he knows that it’s only a matter of time until he drowns in his insides, choked out by flower petals that still find ways to worm their ways out of the edges of his mask. He peels another one from the corner and lets it go into the oil. The room feels like it’s tilting with the action, and First Aid leans back, his helm swaying. All the edges of panic are dulled, and he finds he doesn’t care very much as his body abruptly pitches forward, and he slides down into the oil reservoir. 

Medics are heavy. They have to be, to carry other mechs around. And that means that First Aid slowly sinks to the bottom, lights becoming more and more dim as he descends. His vents expel air, bubbling around him, and he can catch the sight of a few more swirling petals flying away from him as he goes down, down. It’s not like anyone will notice. He feels untethered; he stops at the bottom and doesn’t even bother to move, just lays there, staring upwards. And, morbidly, he takes his faceplate off, just to watch the bloom of flower petals fly outwards from his mouth. If they weren’t killing him, he might be able to see why Ambulon liked them so much. 

And, Riptide…

Wait- Riptide-

A figure closes in swiftly on First Aid, and First Aid’s lights flare in surprise, ambulance siren letting out a startled and muted wail with a flash of lights that illuminates Riptide’s frame. The fear on his face. First Aid feels arms wrap around him, words mouthed to him that don’t travel through the oil, and then Riptide is picking First Aid up and moving towards the surface. The movement disturbs the flower petals, and they dance around the pair as they move, dull pinks like splashed energon blood. When they surface, First Aid’s body makes a full convulsion, but it’s too late to try and cover his mouth to hide the damage that’s been done. He can only hang strangely as Riptide sets him down. 

The question reaches back into his mind: did he love Ambulon? He wonders if this is some kind of punishment, to be choked to death all the way to his spark by something Ambulon loved. Loved. No, he doesn’t think he loved Ambulon. Ambulon meant the world to him, but First Aid doesn’t think it was like how he feels now, as he finds his gaze landing on Riptide. Because it was because of Riptide that First Aid went to the oil reservoir. That First Aid had stopped sequestering himself away in his room. And it was Riptide who had thought of First Aid enough to bring flowers; something from Earth, for someone who loved Earth. 

Maybe if things were different, Riptide could have loved First Aid too. But now, it feels like there isn’t any time left at all. Just enough time to lay there and melt into this puddle of agony and regret. Astragalus.

“First Aid!” Riptide repeats, again, and First Aid realizes that he’s been calling to him. “What happened? What were you doing in there? Why are there- wait, you’re bleeding? First Aid! Tell me how I can help! First Aid!”

“Do you know-” First Aid manages to slur out, past the petals. “Did you know, what astragalus means?” He doesn’t wait for a reply. “Your presence softens my pain. I should have told him that.”

“First Aid-”

First Aid squeezes his optics shut. His helm abruptly jerks. Still, he has to say it. He has to tell him; he never got the chance to tell Ambulon, but he can tell Riptide. Because he remembers this, he remembers Riptide speaking to him in fearful, low tones in the ship as they jetted away from the Lost Light, and he remembers Riptide’s awe when First Aid had brought Thunderclash back to life, and he remembers Riptide’s smile when he brought in the flower bundle from an obscure memory a lifetime ago to try and make First Aid smile too.

“Riptide. I think I love you.”

Then, First Aid’s optics go dim. 

—----------------

When the hours finally roll past, and the medbay murmurs to life again, First Aid awakens; laying on a medical bed, alive, Riptide asleep in the chair beside him. First Aid’s vents intake air, and for the first time in a week, he doesn’t feel himself choking as he does it. And as he opens his mouth, there’s no lingering taste of pink and rot. He finds himself reaching up to touch his mouth, and there’s no petals to be found. As if he had dreamt the entire thing, save for being in the medical bay. 

Somewhere, squirreled away deep in his spark, he still feels that lingering ache for Ambulon. But it’s… quieter now, as he looks at Riptide. First Aid opens his mouth to speak, then closes it. Just watching him instead. The light of the Earth’s sun filters through the medbay windows, and First Aid sees the little vase of flowers that Riptide has set on his desk. The astragalus are still there, but there’s something else there too now. A flowering bushel of rosemary. And First Aid’s mind calls up the file on flower language as he looks it over.

Rosemary. Your presence revives me.

First Aid smiles. 

[atlaskrr]

Making bouquets for my ships part 5

Soukoku: violet milkvetches, blue asters, blue dasies and skeleton flowers

Hi hi hi it's been quite some time since I've made one of these (it's been over a year since my last one) but scrolling through the flower symbolism wiki has inspired me to get back at it!

Moving on to the actual symbolism, milkvetches represented "your presence softens my pain" in victorian floriography and I- that's skk that's. It really ties to their abilities and the dynamic it causes and violet adds to this whole pride thing. Moving on asters are a talisman of love! It symbolizes trust as well and since blue is associated with loyalty, blue ones represent deep trust in a bond which is also skk coded. Blue dasies are rare and symbolize long-term loyalty and trust. Think about it, Dazai left the mafia long ago yet the trust they have within each other THRIVES even after all these years. Just like the flower is rare so is a bond like theirs. Finally skeleton flowers my beloved. While they usually symbolize happiness I would like to draw the meaning of transparency to the forefront. Just as it can turn transparent it can symbolize such clarity and truth, to bare deep yourself to someone. I think it ties to how much the two understand each other.

[winewinebloodwine]

[Chuuya hums a bit, and a weak, wobbly smile comes onto his face as he huffs in fake anger. Still, he avoids eye contact and continues. His voice is quieter now though, a bit less hurried as Chuuya tries to calm himswlf more. His lips tremble] Yellow tulip, mourning bride, spindle tree, milkvetch

Pourquoi esque jai besion de vivre ici- dans cette vie qui est tout plein des chose mal et unjusté, mais ci j'alle ja passe le chance, le plus petit que c'ai mainterna, du vue mon amour, mon coeur, ma raison de vivre, encode just une fois.

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Astragalus membranaceus

by lavenderbush

Astragalus membranaceus (milkvetch); your presence softens my pain

Goldfinch-inspired au in which the painting actually isn't relevant.

Or, basically, Wilbur and Tommy live in Las Vegas and are neglected. Phil isn't the father (of either). They meet and drugs and alcohol and shit happens. Wilbur has a silly accent.

Words: 1527, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Additional Tags: cursing, Underage Drinking, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Smoking, Wilbur Soot as Boris Pavlikovsky, TommyInnit as Theo Decker, goldfinch au, which means Wilbur is like 17 and Tommy is 15 even though those aren't the ages in the book, Wilbur Soot is Polish or whatever the fuck Boris was, he has the accent, Friend is a sheepdog, Wilbur occasionally curses in Polish or whatever it is Google translated for me, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Implied/Referenced Suicidal Thoughts, bye lmao, im pretty sure i tagged the relationship right its fucking confusing?, but its NOT romantic/sexual (ew) they're brothers, not biological however

[ladyimaginarium]

things that remind me of you, things I’d like to say to you; via the art of floriography, the secret victorian flower language; a bouquet for k; i / ?.

forget-me-not. true love, respect, remembrance, don't forget me.

rainflower. i love you back; i must atone for my sins; i'll never forget you.

purple myrtle. diamoric love; love between aphrodite/us and adonis.

green carnation. achillean love; love between men; homosexuality.

milkvetch. your presence softens my pains.

marigold. prophetic prediction, grief, remembrance.

american cowslip. divine beauty; you are my angel.

red rose. romantic love.

enchanter's nightshade. witchcraft; sorcery.

apple blossom. preference; fame speaks him great and good.

currant. thy frown will kill me.

spanish jasmine. sensuality.

give me a person, or a character / introject and i& will interpret what flowers i& or the character in question would give to another person/character/introject.

[tsoanatural]

4x14!eddie ( and buck ) + milkvetch flowers

↳ ( your presence softens my pain / hope in misery )

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