#the flower is oleander btw

[goldpilot22]

kinda experimental thing that didn't quite turn out how I wanted but still looks pretty cool

[cintipede]

the way love wins all the time literally

[dingoskidneys]

Well all my messing around with the fridge poetry magnets seems to be paying off

[theokusgallery]

Oh btw 3 days ago After making you Discover Oleander I had a stupid non-canon concept in my mind

Nick & Sunny Except that their eyepatches Are Oleander shaped Or Under The eyepatch theres an Oleander Replacing the Missing Eye

My Autism Going Brrr with how i could use The Oleander's Symbolism with these two

I'm literally listening to Orelander right now. This is really good timing

[lovecore-kangaroo]

Posting some pretty pictures from my walk a couple of days ago!! The quality ain't the best but they're still nice enough photos

[sweetrottenendings]

"Budding Flowers"

Yeah i made a blog just to post Lawrence Oleander fanfiction and what. How do i make my blog look nice btw please help

MDNI !!!! this game series is not for u i pinkie promise u aren't missing out

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Lawrence Oleander x GN!Reader

SFW, not much happenin tbh. 653 words.

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The sun’s gentle light gleams in streaks throughout the store, illuminating each plant's colour in striking detail. From the common red rose, to the odd-looking bat flower, not a single one was left in the dark.  It was in moments like these that you truly felt at peace- at home. The silence, the colours and the smells. It was where you belonged. 

A sharp ding interrupts your peace, daring to shatter your dreamland. A scowl flits across your face before it settles- you have a job to do after all. Turning to the store’s entrance, you accidentally lock eyes with a customer. Blue captures your vision, a blistering sort of shade- hurts to look at for too long. The owner of said eyes, a tall- recluse looking man, flinches at your gaze and hurriedly scuttles into the store isles. You huff, stepping from your solitary spot to seek him out. Hopefully, your assistance will make him leave quicker.

You’re almost directly behind him as you watch his movements. His slumped form is currently looking at the Medinilla Magnifica- the Rose Grape in layman’s terms, a difficult plant to care for. It’s high maintenance, requiring a humidity of 90%- and no less! Along with its general temperature requirements, as well as its pickiness for remaining still. Like a child, but worse. He doesn’t seem fussed however, gently running his scarred hands along one on display. Not many are kept in store due to their maintenance, but there are plenty of seeds available. He picks up a pack, turning it around and seemingly reading its details. Putting a fake pep in your step, you finally stand by his side.

“Welcome!” You speak, a gentle dulcet tone lacing your voice. He jumps, nearly dropping the packet. “I see you’re interested in our Rose Grape flowers! Hard to look after, is that what you’re looking for?” Tilting your head cutely, hands clasped in front of your front- hopefully he couldn’t sense the distaste lingering. He stares at you with disgustingly wide eyes, taking a good minute to compose himself. When he finally speaks, you’re pleasantly surprised. His voice isn’t extremely deep, but it has a nice rasp and almost husky tone. “Yes, uh- I enjoy difficult plants…” He doesn’t elaborate, so you do it for him, “Ah! You must have experience then! Do you have a lot of plants at home? Maybe a garden even?” Another pause lingers as he finds his voice once more, this time with a smile gracing his lips. Cute.

He looks wistfully towards the display, “No garden, I live in an apartment- but I have a lot of plants. I love them, they need me- it’s nice.” odd statement, but you lean into it. “Plants are pretty delicate, we’re their life force after all- dictating if they live or die.” His eyes gain a shimmer at your words, and he stands up slightly straighter- excitement filtering into his voice. “Y-yeah, that’s true!...” The poor man can’t seem to find anything else to say, so you wrap up the interaction.

“So, anything else you’re after?” You pointedly look into his eyes this time, and watch him gulp. 

“Just- um- just a few things… I’ll be a moment.” You nod, swivelling away just to look back at him, “I’ll be at the checkout when you’re ready!” He doesn’t respond.

A short time later he floats to your desk, gently laying out his purchases in front of you. He fidgets with his fingers as you scan the items, his eyes lingering on your face. You read out the price, and he reaches to hand you cash. Your fingertips graze and you only just notice the way he shivers, it’s almost endearing. “W-what’s your- uh- name?” He stammers, a sudden confidence bursting through his veins. You smile, give your name to him, and ask for his in return.

He smiles,

“Lawrence.”

Maybe you’ll see him again.

[honeybreadbee]

Also took care of our Oleander, wanted to repot but I learned that that shouldn't be done while flowering, so I just added some soil on top and secured the limbs so she won't flop over. She's a pink one btw 🥰🥰

SOMEBODY (me) just deep cleaned their entire bathroom 😌😌

[leeblissy]

transmascs choosing a name for themselves

[bwitchh]

someone sneaks oleander into whumpee's tea.

[pufffinn]

Not much to post today, and late on top of that, but here you go!

[answithvanzz]

My favourite tiny flower gal

The flowers she has are based off oleanders btw

seeing the era of depression once again, i've begun another happy chain!! Draw your favourite ii character with a flower :3 let's try to fill up the whole canvas yet again!!!!

(make sure to draw on the most recent reblog! we don't want anyone getting left out :])

[1-beadyeyes]

i was an only child and when i was super young i lived right next to this other only child named christian and one time during monsoon season we found some animal bones in my back yard after it flooded like u kno in az the dirt is basically clay when its wet any ways we built this giant mud idol with bones sticking out of it and wed put oleander flowers all around it every day bc . thats the only flower in mesa lol . then like a week later it flooded again and washed the whole thing away and we literally just never mentioned it to our parents or any thing i love it still only childs are fucking freaks

[newspecies]

just spent AGES on this symbolism thing thats apparently on twitter. original by iguanentapioca

[itonje]

so. samira and the violet knight’s story is kind of a big riff on sir gawain and the green knight (very obvious) in which a young, starry eyed person encounters a mystical knight of a Certain Color who has a Secret Identity and a Giant Axe and also kind of loses their starry eyedness and becomes super bitter and jokerfied in the process idk but i am telling my own story here so there’s a lot of differences. like there’s no homoeroticism unlike sgatgk or kissing or sexual themes because the violet knight and samira are mother and child that’s the big twist ! actually, there IS an arthurian medieval story where the beheaded magical knight turns out to be the protagonists father lmfao so like. i have a precedent here. 

anyways, how it’s set up is that samira only knows what her mother looks like through one painting of her father’s she discovers, an stormlander woman (stormlander is like. fantasy filipino ethnicity idfk give me a break) who has her face, in a white dress, standing against a cloudy, stormy, sky. she has heard many stories about her though. around this time samira recounts the story of flors and blanchefleur btw there are Connections here. later, when she travels to the island where her mother is from to like, reconnect with her roots and put her heart to peace or whatever so she can do this magic thing cause she’s distracted by grief and pain or whatever okay it’s a very convoluted thing but anyways. she hears of this strange renegade knight who aids people in need, someone who came over from the continent where samira is from, and who has a plethora of backstories attached to them. 

one night, during a lightning storm, samira gets into some deep shit and is rescued by this knight, dressed all in purple, and after the storm is over samira asks if she can tag along with the knight (who she learns is a woman) for a while while she works on her magic thing or whatever. and the knight is like. fine. 

and then the violet knight realizes samira is absolute shit at fighting and walking and doing most anything (’i’m an artiste, ma’am, you just wouldn’t understand!’) and she’s like. okay. you. we’re going to try to get you like. buffer or whatever you’re absolutely incompetent and you will die even if we don’t get caught by robbers or villains or whatever so she also offers to train her in some like basic skills like horse riding, and basic combat so she doesn’t get robbed or killed or whatnot. and they go on a lot of like adventures like this, getting closer and closer, but samira still yearns to find out what happened to her mother, and the violet knight is still very vague about where she came from. and they don’t get along at first but they have like a slow burn like friendship they start to become more endeared to each other as time goes on. they’re just like each other, actually. 

now, samira is the daughter of an evil traitor murder man, so she won’t say anything about her father’s identity because she’s done that in the past and people have tried to kill or threaten or shun her for it before, and she doesn’t want to ruin her relationship with the knight she’s seeing as a bit of a parental figure at this point, but she learns slowly that the knight was a knight under the empire, and fucking hated it and hated the empire and was like kidnapped as a child or whatever. the knight is a stormlander natively, and she returned here after the empire fell because she wanted to serve her people, but she doesn’t even speak like the language poor woman’s doing pretty poor for herself. she doesn’t like being a knight but believes its her fate that she’s doomed herself to it (dark backstory samira doesn’t understand, the violet knight leaves hints she had a family or something like it before this all, but something Happened to them)

anyways, samira starts to have these strange dreams, where she sees her mother, or the woman in white in the painting she saw, standing under a purple stormy sky in violet rain. then, after she finally manages to strike the violet knight while they’re training together, the lady in her dreams gives her a white flower, an oleander. this happens two more times, each after she strikes the knight. 

then, eventually, at the climax of the book they have like a cool cooperative battle together and afterwards the knight is like. you know. i’m not a queen. but would you like to be knighted? and samira is like oh fuck no i respect you, but training under you you told me how horrible the knight order was so i don’t want to take part in that i’ll just be skilled thanks and the violet knight is like. i am so proud of you i hoped you would say that so they celebrate and have a cute little toasting or whatever to samira Not being knighted. 

then, during this celebration, samira is like, you know. my father said he only ever liked one knight. (and she’s like in her mind oh they might have known each other the timeline matches up. maybe it was her). and then she’s like. so how do you feel about the evil traitor murder man who killed the king (aeetes, witch of the west) and the knight is like. god. we were friends. good friends (sardonic laugh because she’s like still trying to put on the mysterious tragic backstory thing). great that he killed the king sorry that he died doing so. and samira is like. well. actually. guess what. he didn’t die! he faked it. and i know this because. he raised me. he’s my dad!!

and the violet knight gets super super angry and she’s like oh how dare you say that are you trying to mock me are you trying to hurt me what do you know and samira gets super angry too and she’s like okay well look at this sword and look at this cloak and look at this and that he made this he gave this to me he was my father. and then the knight is like. hold on. you’re half iloro. how old are you? and samira’s like ‘i was born the night the empire fell’ and the knight starts like shaking and laughing and sobbing and samira’s like what is it what’s wrong what happened and the knight peels back her helm to reveal a face that samira’s seen before. in the painting. in the mirror. ruh roh! 

[nsr-scrapped-records]

What does the allium flower mean? Also, what's a bouquet I could compose to threaten and insult someone? Not necessarily poisonous flowers (although I wouldn't mind), just flowers that mean really rude and angry things. This is for literary purposes btw, not irl

Allium - prosperity

Chives [Allium schoenoprasum] - protection from evil spirits, protection of house, weight loss, protection, long life

Garlic [Allium sativum] - good fortune, protection, strength, courage. Aphrodisiac, wholeness, immunity, avert envy

Leek [Allium ampeloprasum] - victory, protection

Onion [Allium cepa] - protection, purifiction, detox, hibernating energy. Potential

For bad bouquets?

Basil - Hate. (Careful tho, this also has strong ties to love and could be misunderstood)

Scarlet geranium - Stupidity, I do not trust you, folly, duplicity

Lavender - Mistrust (but can also mean trust. Be careful)

Yellow carnation - Disdain, you have disappointed me, rejection

Crab apple Blossom- ill tempered (also has love ties)

Lettuce. Cold heartedness (can also mean love)

Lobelia - malevolence, dislike, storms

Meadowsweet - uselessness (ALSO means love)

Nettle - cruelty, you are cruel, you are spiteful, pain. Slander

Oleander - beware, caution

Peony - anger, shame (also means romance and weddings

Pomegranate - foolishness (also means grace)

Red bud - betrayal

Rhododendron - beware, shadow self. danger, limits

Tansy - I declare war against you, war

Scotch thistle - retaliation

Stuart's desert pea - you have hurt me

Sunflower - false worth

Rocket - deceit, rivalry

Good luck with whatever you're doing!

[morguenecrosis]

🌻

Thanks for my first ask! Here have some quality caffeine & hyper fixation induced rambling:

If you carve a jack-o'-lantern and leave it out it will develope mold, collapse in on itself, and eventually be reduced to a hard flat disc... this all happens in about four (4) weeks... so a pumpkin has its insides ripped out, it's face carved open, and then is left on a lawn to rot away... a existence of pain for human amusement... anyway, speaking of decay, leafs when they start falling are basically dead/dying... then they get crunching and brown... and then we just crush their pathetic brittle corpses under our feet for fun... flowers are nice... except for when they're not... like with my favourite poisonous shrub, Oleander, who's flowers are so harmful that even just touching them can cause skin irritation and consuming then could cause stomach problems, seizures, or death... oh btw I had a dream earlier that everything on my phone disappeared except for tumblr and a weird folder labeled 'hats'... then I woke up into another dream that made me walk into my closet and lay down to get suffocated my pressure and darkness (not the first time I had a dream like that)... and then I woke up into another dream and I was laying exactly were I had gone to sleep but I had no control of my body and it felt like my arm was being moved around in unnatural ways infront my closed eyes... and then I finally woke up for good... I hope your having a good day and that you sleep soundly at night without the bother of astral projection or demonic possession!