#yellow acacia: secret love

[long-death-dazai]

[but dazai only holds him closer, shaking his head. It takes awhile, but eventually he comes up with a piecemail response.] Syringa… century bluebottle- yellow acacia [he huffs a bit, not wanting to get into this right now, or ever really. And instead just says] ambrosia. Pink convolvulus.

[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!]

[illustratinghan]

Yellow Acacia ~ Secret Love 💛

- a recreation of Ari Bridgestock’s flower card -

characters by @cassandraclare 🫶

[izuchuumi]

Daisies & Lilies - H. Yachi SMAU

pairing: yachi x f!reader

synopsis: despite the hot new tattoo artist working right across from her, yachi can’t bring herself to do more than daydream about her. when y/n comes in wanting to learn more about floristry for a job, will yachi be able to bond and get with the girl of her dreams or will she keep hiding in the sidelines to protect her delicate feelings?

the vibes: tattoo shop and flower shop AU, opposites attract, black cat x golden retriever, sapphic romance and sapphic angst, new beginnings

progress: completed

warning: contains internalized homophobia, profanity, potentially more mature topics, some mental health talk, drinking, potential ooc-ness, canon divergence!!

notes: please ignore the timestamps and amount of likes/retweets/comments!! i was too lazy to put in random numbers on all of them; all characters are in their 20s, light mode is yachi’s pov and dark mode is y/n’s!!

written parts are indicated by ✮

profiles

crow inks || daisy chains

chapters

bouquet 1: Purple Gloxinia (love at first sight) bouquet 2: Acacia Blossom (secret/concealed love) ✮ bouquet 3: Yellow Tulips (happiness and hope) bouquet 4: Yellow Freesias (friendship, support, & optimism) bouquet 5: Calaminthas (shyness) bouquet 6: Purple Petunias (mystery and enchantment) ✮ bouquet 7: Pink Orchids (happiness and playfulness) bouquet 8: Striped Carnations (denial and rejection) bouquet 9: Solidasters (support and good fortune) ⤷bouquet 9.5: Sunflowers (joy) bouquet 10: Colorful Dahliahs (devotion) ✮ bouquet 11: Tarragons (lasting interest) bouquet 12: Bleeding Hearts (heartbreak) bouquet 13: Lotuses (relief and rebirth) bouquet 14: Daisies (first love) bouquet 15: Black Dahlias (betrayal) bouquet 16: Purple Hyacinth (sorrow, regret, & forgiveness) bouquet 17: White Carnations (embarking on a new journey) ✮

epilogue

extra bouquet: Yellow Lilies (joy, happiness, & new beginnings)

flower dividers by @strangergraphics-archive heart dividers by @jilval

[lidoshka]

Twilight

Lycoris radiata .- Lycoris is a Greek word meaning "twilight." This flower is synonymous with loss, death, and separation.

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In the image: Caranthir surrounded with red spider lilies.

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Now that I have your attention I want to ask: which would be a good flower for Caranthir and Haleth??

Narcisus -means rebirth Roses - means true love Yellow Tulips - used to mean hopeless love Black Locust flower - means a time of potential Acacia Blossom - means concealed or secret love

Any other option? please lemme know!

[wallieclock]

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(Flipped/No text version + Long-ass Flower Symbolism explanation below

NOW FLOWERS

Jester Hermie- I wanted his bouquet to be representative of the feelings Hermie showed. Not necessarily fake feelings, but the way he coped with the hell that is his life. More pointed towards Family/The world

Orange Lily(Hatred)- Hermie hates his parents and his life Cardamine(Parental love/Parental error)- Self explanatory I think Snapdragon(Deceit/Gracefulness)- Feels self-explanatory but Hermie's big thing is lying to everyone and himself so hard that he doesn't know who he is

Acacia(Secret Love)- This one is probably intended to mean romantic love, but for this I think it better represents Hermie's General love towards the party and the world

Yellow Carnation(Rejected Love)- THIS one I am using the romantic connotations for. Oakworthy blah blah you get it (/affectionate)

Fools Parsley- Doesn't have "flower symbolism" but Fools Parsley is a plant that imitates parsley while being pretty poisonous with a whole heap of bad effects if ingested. idk I needed to fill out more space.

Glasses Hermie- Hermie's secret/"realer" feelings. maybe kinder is a better word? I don't think his other emotions aren't real. More pointed towards the PCs. Most of these ones are more self-explanatory

Hyacinth(Giving/seeking Forgiveness. Regret)- Hyacinths have live a billion different meanings, but we're going with this one. I don't have a competent explanation for this one. I think maybe this is more the party's feelings than hermie's

Honesty(sincerity)- I am copium-ing that hermie's last words are for real and I hope we never get confirmation on whether or not he was lying

Ambrosia(love returned)- Piggy-backing off that, surprise! The yellow carnations were a Lie! crazy

Pink Carnation(blooming love)- Doesn't reaallyy work cause Hermie dies before love could bloom but I thought having carnations in both bouquets would be cool

White Tulip("I'm Sorry". Worthiness)- 🥺 . Tulips are a pretty typical funeral flower but I saw the definition worthiness and had Emotions so. here.

[silly-minnow]

we were a secret (649 words) by sillow minnow Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Regulus Black/James Potter Characters: Regulus Black, James Potter, The Fat Lady (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: Fluff, James Potter Loves Regulus Black, Regulus Black Loves James Potter, Hogwarts Astronomy Tower, Gryffindor Common Room, regulus black likes reading, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Platonic Cuddling, Romantic Fluff, Not Beta Read, no beta we die like Regulus Black Summary: regulus and james have a small, secret date late at night. they end it tired.

"You again?" The Gryffindor painting whispered. "Do you always need to come so late?"

Regulus rolled his eyes. He left his common room so he'd arrive at the Gryffindor common room just in time to meet James at 1:00am.

"I can't come during the day, I'm a Slytherin, if you haven't noticed," Regulus said to the painting. "May I come in?"

"I need the password," the painting said.

"Fine," Regulus said. He said the password.

The portrait swung open, revealing a dark red room with almost no lights on. The room was painted a yellow and orange hue from the crackling fire in the corner. Next to the fireplace was beautiful James Potter.

"Hi, Jaime," Regulus said, falling onto James.

"Ouch!" James said as Regulus pushed his elbow in an uncomfortable position. "Hey, Reggie. How are you?"

"Good now."

"Great. I can see you dressed warm."

"Well I've got to have enough layers to protect me from you," Regulus teased. James laughed.

"Ok, well I guess we should go."

"Mhm… You've got the map?" Regulus said, standing up then helping James up in turn.

"They won't know a thing."

"Good. Lets get out of here!"

Regulus and James headed to the portrait. As they were chatting and giggling, they had woken someone up.

"Hello?" An unrecognized and groggy voice said.

"Shit," Regulus said as James pulled him through the prtrait quickly. No one would know who it was that left the Gryffindor common room so late.

Regulus and James walked through the halls. Forward, left, right, duck so the nosy painting would see them, straight, right, straight, down, up to the left. It was that routine which landed the pair at the Astronomy tower.

"It's awful cold tonight," Regulus said, teeth chattering in the winter wind.

"Yeah," James said.

"Ok. Tonight is my turn to ask you a question."

"It is."

"What's your favourite flower?"

"OK, so I don't know like, a ton about flowers, but in potions we've had to learn about a lot of course, and honestly Acacias are so pretty. Especially yellow ones."

"I don't think I remember what those look like. In potions, it works to substitute those with lavender, I find."

"Really? I've got to try that some time."

"Yeah…"

It stayed silent for minutes. The wind made a swoosh sound which carried James' humming. The trees were blowing back and forth and back and forth in the Forbidden Forest.

Regulus accioed a book. James sat close to him and wacthed the other boy read.

After only 30 minutes, James told Regulus, "I'm tired."

"Same," Regulus said, rolling his neck.

"Do you think we should go back in? Normally we spend more time but y'know, it's cold. And we're not doing much. And there's a quidditch match in, like, two weeks."

"We can go in," Regulus said. "And if you wanted to go in sooner, you could say, just saying. You also don't need to give so many reasons to go in."

"I know."

"I know you know, just making sure."

They opened the grand Astronomy Tower doors and headed back inside. Down to the right, straight, left, straight, ducking to hide from the nosy painting, left, then right.

James said the Gryffindor password.

"Back from your little date, I see," the painting said in an annoyed tone while swinging open.

Once they were inside, Regulus told James, "I think I might want to read a bit longer. Mind if I stay for a few minutes?"

"Of course. Can I listen to you read? I'd like to know what book it is your all obsessed with now."

"Ok, come sit." Regulus patted the space next to him on the wide chair.

The two cosied up so that James held Regulus in between his legs, Regulus' hair getting thrown over James' shoulder.

"Ok, so basically the last thing to happen in the story was…"

[gyrhs]

Watercolor for @merlintarotfest

It is one of the designs I used for my new washi tape that is Merlin themed, is on of the cups that Anhora used in his final test for Arthur and Merlin, and of course te flowers have meaning too, the yellow acacia represents "Secret love" and the Ambrosia "Love returned".

You can get the washitape in my store: gyrhs.storenvy.com

[maya-tl]

MEDISPY MEDIC WITH HANANAKI DISEASE shakes aggressively and stims

Medic knew what it meant when the flowers started coming.

He was no botanist and he may have lost his medical licence along the way, but he wasn’t stupid enough to ignore the morning sickness or the tight feeling in his chest, and especially not the unassuming little bundle of flowers he’d coughed up into the sink the day before.

They were small, smaller than his fingernails, round and fluffy and coloured a vibrant yellow. Medic wasn’t that well-versed in flower language apart from the basic variants of roses, but he’d caught Heavy reading a book on the subject in the living room once. He’d startled quite badly when he noticed Medic watching him, but then calmly explained that it was good practice for his English and asked Medic if he was interested in borrowing it.

Medic was quite fluent in English, in spite of his accent, and he knew that Heavy knew this, but he decided against embarrassing his friend and politely agreed to have a look at it. He’d forgotten to return it, but Heavy hadn’t asked him about it since and so he figured it would be alright if he held onto it a little longer.

Yellow acacia flowers. Secret love.

Medic had run the tests and checked his vitals, in spite of the fact that he already knew what it was. Hanahaki, a disease caused by unrequited love where the afflicted coughed up flowers over a few months—or, in rare cases, years—until the plants multiplied inside their lungs quicker than they could be expelled and suffocated them. A slow and agonising way to die.

Medic had known what to expect. He had, after all, been coughing up petals for weeks.

He hadn’t expected the whole flowers to come so soon, due to the nature of the respawn system, but he supposed it was inevitable either way. There was no cure for the disease and Medic couldn’t hope to achieve what centuries of research had failed to do in such a short time—because his time was short, there was no doubt about that. It was advancing too quickly.

Surgery wasn’t an option, and Medic had laughed bitterly when he realised that. He was a damn good surgeon and the Medigun would allow him to perform the surgery on himself, so logically the odds were stacked in his favour, especially since the thought of permanent death was terrifying. He would survive and return to health and no longer have to worry about dying.

Except the thought of no longer loving him was worse.

So Medic endured. It was easy enough to pretend he was fine around his teammates, who knew not to ask too many questions lest they lose an internal organ in their sleep. Heavy sometimes looked at him more closely than Medic would’ve liked, and he’d caught him talking in hushed whispers with Engineer before dinner on multiple occasions. Engineer would throw him a quick look, notice him staring, and then avoid him for the rest of the evening.

Normally Medic wouldn’t hesitate to insert himself into their business, especially since it was very obvious it concerned him, but lately he couldn’t be bothered; too many sleepless nights spent vomiting in the bathroom were taking their toll on him.

The yellow flowers didn’t last long, replaced instead by more beautiful but just as small flowers of a striking dark indigo colour. Medic had picked one out of the more recent bunch, washed off the blood and flipped through the book until he’d found the right page.

Heliotrope. Eternal love and devotion.

Of course.

Medic tossed the book on his nightstand and fell back against the pillow with a sigh, clenching his hand into a fist and crushing the delicate flower. When he opened his hand to brush off the petals, a sweet fragrance wafted into the room, much too potent to belong to one single bloom. That was surely the reason for his watering eyes.

His performance on the battlefield worsened as the disease progressed. He often found himself short of breath, which made him slower and more vulnerable and constantly turned his vision blurry at the edges. Nearly every time he died and went through respawn he was forced to run to the bathroom and throw up the day’s dose of flowers, which made him late to coordinated attacks and led to them losing matches.

The others were starting to catch on, and Medic was trying too hard not to vomit all over the dinner table every night to say anything in his defence.

Eventually, as it was bound to happen, he misstepped.

He’d dimmed the lights in the infirmary and turned the lamp on his desk away from him and still everything seemed too bright. He was supposed to focus on the team’s monthly medical check-up sheets, but every time he tried to write something down a tremor came over his hands and the letters on the page fused together into intelligible gibberish. In the dead silence of the soundproof infirmary, his own breathing grated on his ears.

By the time he reached the bottom of the first sheet he was exhausted, and he put the pen aside and dropped his head in his hands, focusing on taking one breath at a time. He was so frustrated—at his teammates, for not leaving him alone, at the universe, for doing this to him, at himself, for catching the disease in the first place—that he didn’t hear the doors opening or the footsteps approaching his desk.

A hand rested gently on his shoulder. Medic, against his better judgement, startled himself into looking up, and once the room stopped spinning and the vertigo passed his heart seemed to halt.

Spy looked down at him, the visible parts of his face schooled into careful neutrality. Medic met his eyes and his lungs immediately constricted painfully, and it took every ounce of willpower he had for him to swallow the flowers threatening to spill from his throat.

He expected Spy to simply raise an eyebrow and stare at him until Medic gave in and explained himself, or perhaps to subtly prod at him until he found what was wrong, or even to forego subtlety entirely and outright ask for an apology. Spy was too much of a gentleman and much too dignified to start yelling obscenities at Medic, even if Medic had technically wronged him for a good reason. He’d been avoiding him, yes, but he’d been avoiding everyone.

He did not expect Spy to wordlessly hold out his other hand and reveal a single, blood-stained indigo flower resting in the middle of his palm.

Heliotrope. Eternal love and devotion.

“You were not in your room,” Spy explained when Medic simply stared at the flower, “So I checked the bathroom. I found it on the floor next to the sink.”

Medic swallowed, his throat dry, and dared to look back up. Spy’s features were as neutral as ever, but there was a sheen over his eyes that hadn’t been there before, and Medic was so shocked to see it that the words he’d wanted to force out died on his tongue.

“Were you going to tell me?” Spy asked softly, in that tone of voice that meant he was either furious or wounded.

Medic couldn’t figure out which one it was, and in the absence of a response Spy tightened his grip on Medic’s shoulder.

“Well?” he insisted, “How long?”

Medic managed to get his voice working. “A few months,” he rasped, too busy watching Spy’s expression to cringe at the horrible sound. Spy closed his eyes and nodded slowly, the way he did whenever he was emotionally overwhelmed and trying to compose himself, but when he opened them again they still gleamed in the dim light of the room.

“Is it someone I know?” he asked, trying for light-hearted and missing the mark completely.

Medic blinked. “What?”

“Doctor,” Spy said, not quite forceful enough to hide the way his voice trembled, “I am trying very hard to be supportive in the face of learning that you are actively choosing to die for someone who surely doesn’t deserve you. Don’t make this harder on me.”

Something clicked.

“You don’t know,” Medic said, bordering on hysterical because he’d always assumed—

Spy scowled. Definitely furious. “And how on Earth would I know who the object of your affections is? You’ve never talked about…”

Spy trailed off. As much as he prided himself on his ingenuity, Medic had always known that he wouldn’t ever be the smartest person in the room so long as Spy was there with him. He was good at his job, better than any other spy Medic had ever met—his only weakness was that he tended to overlook himself whenever he was part of the equation.

Spy’s grip on Medic’s shoulder went slack, and the mask of neutrality cracked and shattered when he met Medic’s eyes and found there all the answers he needed. Medic watched his expression rapidly change from realisation to incredulity, to relief and then finally to unmistakeable, blinding anger.

“You utter imbecile,” Spy hissed, grabbed Medic by the front of his shirt and pulled him into a searing kiss.

Medic made a noise of surprise in the back of his throat and then immediately melted into the touch, bringing his hand up behind Spy’s head to deepen the kiss. The office chair creaked under the weight of two bodies as Spy unceremoniously climbed onto Medic’s lap, and Medic suddenly found all his previous thoughts scattered on the wind.

“You thought—” Spy gasped when they broke apart for air only to immediately kiss him again, “For months you—” This time it was Medic who pulled him back in, again and again, and eventually Spy had to rest a hand firmly on Medic’s chest to allow them both to catch their breath.

Medic instinctively began to rub circles into Spy’s waist, his chest painfully tight. His face must’ve been positively love-struck, because Spy huffed out a laugh that made his eyes crinkle at the corners and leaned down to brush his lips against his.

“I love you too,” he whispered, and something in the vicinity of Medic’s heart spasmed.

He turned away and began to cough, a horrid noise that only got worse the longer it went. He felt Spy hastily climb off his lap as the flowers started to come, first fluffy and yellow and then beautiful dark purple, and just when Medic was beginning to feel lightheaded and thought he might die from the blood loss after all the coughing suddenly stopped, leaving him gasping for air in a way he hadn’t been able to do in months.

A hand was gently patting him on the back. Medic leaned his entire weight into the body next to him and started to laugh, and when Spy pressed a kiss against his temple and teasingly asked him what was so funny he simply pointed to the floor.

Among the blood splatter and the veritable sea of scattered petals there lay a single, thin stem filled to the brim with miniscule pale flowers in full bloom. Spy leaned forward to have a closer look and immediately sneezed, and he muttered something about his allergies to the sound of Medic’s laughter.

Ambrosia. Reciprocated love.

[gatorboys22]

|•☆•☆Welcome, pick whatever!☆•☆•|

Camelia's pink, longing for you

{☆} personal

- Oh, Bodie really shouldn't have. Hanahaki disease au story.

Beautiful decorations

{☆} personal

- Aren't the flowers beautiful? Second part of the work above.

Incorrect Quotes:

match my freak?

Chat being sus

Staying sober brother

too old

Bonita

Coward.

Lilac's purple, first emotion of love

{☆} personal

- Love that came out of no where. Hanahaki disease au story.

Dazed thinking

{☆} personal

- He's trying, but those efforts don't help much. Hanahaki disease au story.

Incorrect Quotes:

free me (not really tho)

friendship bracelet

Brushing hair

{☆} personal

- Story of brushing his hair.

Acacia's yellow, secret love

{☆} personal

- He'll just be silent cheering Bodie on. Hanahaki disease au story.

Things better left unsaid

{☆} personal

- Second part of the one above

would love brain rot

{☆} personal

- lil hc of mine

Would love late night snack runs

{☆} personal

- lil hc of mine x2

Incorrect Quotes:

STAY AWAY!!

Who ate my food? (FT my gator OC Delilah)

YOU'RE A FEW YEARS OLDER

CUZ IM A GRINDEERRR

Must add to collection!

Baby noises

{☆} ask

- This is so fucking cute I'm going to sob

Baby noises PT2

{☆} ask

- hey let's not make me more sad of Bodie being in a cell.

Undercover half-blood Bug Au

{☆} ask

- ngl very interesting au might write about it if I have time.

Magic Knight Rayearth AU

{☆} ask

- An au idea from mootie, love the au's they come up with ngl

Slay the princess

{☆} ask

- Mootie assigning Bug's tot eh voices

Mootie/writer list

{☆} ask

- Fanfic writers I know I follow

Racer Au thread

{☆} reblog

- Me and another mootie talking about this

Helping strays

{☆} personal

- Story of the restaurant au I was thinking of

Haunting in the old mansion

{☆} personal

- Story of the ghost hunting au I made

Stew together

{☆} personal

- Story of the young trio cooking in the kitchen without Bodie there

Ghost hunting Au

{☆} personal

- the idea of the au

Bug seer Au

{☆} personal

- ngl this would eh very interesting

Parent Bug Au

{☆} personal

- The way this would crush me tho

Hanahaki disease Au

{☆} personal

- The og post about the hanahaki disease

What role and character would they main?

{☆} personal

- for streamer au what the boys main roles and character be in Overwatch

I wanna hold your hand

{☆} personal

- Where Bug, after gaining the courage asks the boys to hold their hand.

Nightmares

{☆} personal

- Where Bodie gets a nightmare of losing the three of them.

bunny outfits

{☆} personal

- I demand this actually. (If you do make the post plz tag me thank you)

More Hanahaki disease au

{☆} personal

- To make it even worst bc I love angst

Masquerade

{☆} personal

- Okay bit imagine this tho bc it'd be so fucking cool

My bug oc:

First drawing of Keres Amate

Booze is the perfect medicine

ANYONE ELSE?

Bit of lore

First born daughter rage

Bug army question regarding the fever dream

Full lore post

More art of Keres

Pin up girl

What if...With some Lore

Swamp of Fortune art

The House always wins

Modern AU art of Keres

Lies of the past

THE HALFBLOOD??

why not friend?

gambling

How did I get here?

Give me three minutes

I'll still love your garden

unless everyone gets cool with a lot of shit

hand holding

[prostocupoftea]

Okay, sO

@marsalta 's royalty au with flower language and my costume designs bc it stuck in my head and i need to do something with this 👁👁

//srry 4 tagging btw

I literally learned to draw flowers just 4 this one thing so, meaning-

Narrator - yellow acacia - "secret love"

Stanley - blue salvia (sage) - "thinking of you" also wisdom or smth, there it is "thinking..."

Also it is like

Writing flower language / drawing flower language

I also have idea 4 a comics on this and already hawe a wip first page please someone help i need to do work not art---

[theschizotypalsolilquy]

Dreomione

Sould bonds and secret relationship

After the Yule Ball, Theo finds Hermione crying in the dark corridor. He invites her to go with him and takes her to the room of requirement, where Draco waits for them.

Wondering if she's been tricked, she is surprised to find that Theo and Draco not only have a soul bond with each other, but that Hermione is the missing piece of their bond. They didn't realize it until she punched Draco last year.

Flash forward to three years after the war, and Hermione is taking Theo and Draco into her cottage and will act as their parole officer. Rage blooms through her as she sees how horrible they've been treated during their time in Azkaban, to the point they've dissociated and the soul bond the three were able to cultivate is barely there.

With unexpected allies on her side, Hermione is going to make everyone pay for doing this to the men she loves.

This is a work in progress, but it's so good I had to go ahead and recommend it. It also alternates between the past and the present, so you can not only see how their relationship evolved, but how her friendship with Harry and Ron deteriorated.

We've got Dark and BAMF Hermione, and yes there is Harry bashing, along with Weasley and Dumbledore bashing. Not all the Weasleys, though. And the Harry bashing has more to do with how naive he is and how he worships Dumbledore. And later, how he goes along with how the Ministry has treated junior Death Eaters.

Hermione, Luna, Neville, Viktor, and Oliver have their hands full when it comes to vengeance, but Hermione has had years to plan this.

[winewinebloodwine]

[Chuuya pauses for a second, swallowing harshly as he tries to get his breathing under control. Finally, he looks up, and after a second hesitation, reaches out quickly and begins to braid a part of dazais hair. As he does this, he murmurs hurridly] Arbor vitae, ambrosia, yellow acacia, pine apple, hemlock, cedar leaf

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.

[jils-things]

You mentioning bouquets has me wanting to talk about flower language ... if they're common flowers--which I'm guessing they would be, since No.rton is finding them himself, I'm thinking ... maybe daisies (innocence, loyal love, "I'll never tell"), perhaps some clover (think of me), and maybe sunflowers (adoration)?

Even if they're just random, simple flowers, there could be some meaning hidden in them that he doesn't even recognize. /lh

~ 🪻

EEEEEEEEE 💚💚💚💚 i am not the most informed in flower language (ironically!) but i did read up on a few definitions for my lore

daisies are probably his go-to! they're probably very easy to find... considering his pocket money isn't so much either so 🥺 (i'll never tell is weirdly fitting given that shes trying to run away from jer current arranged marriage soo... ooh secrecy) i also really like sunflowers because they look like irene hehehe i bet they remind him of her 💚 clovers are just me throwing a small motif of myself /silly HEHEHE

but but! not sure if you came across this post before but someone told me that yellow acacia flowers are really fitting to them! first off they look like the flowers i made irene wear on her head (the one matching with troubadour) and they mean "secret love" which... yet again! very fitting to the lore!!! ive stayed close to that flower since then 🥺🥺 i do like marigolds too simply because they're a big design factor in norto.n's sou.l catcher outfit hehehe and hey they're yellow >:3

there's also chamomile flowers which is just irene's favorite tea flavor nyeheheh

love love the fact he just picks the flowers which perfectly presents their love. i bet you if someone tried to interpret the flowers he picked up he'd brush it off like "psshh i just found them on a nice meadow it don't mean that much"... meanwhile irene whos about to tear up . she probably read books abt flower connotations HEEHHRHSHRHDHE

[touchlikethesun]

hq pairing floral arrangements (pt. 2)

continuation of this post from yday based on victorian flower language, because i had a few more thoughts. i suppose these are more of my rarer pairs (maybe? i'm horrible at judging that sort of thing), in the end i couldn't narrow either of them down to just 3 flowers like i did for the ones in the first post, so i thought it made sense to give them their own space

kurotsuki: purple carnation (capriciousness), cresses (stability), flowering almond (hope), purple geranium (shall we dance), mignonette (your qualities surpass your charms), yellow acacia (secret love)

oihina: quince (temptation) bouvardia (enthusiasm), pink carnation (i'll never forget you). caladium (great joy and delight), daffodil (unrequited love), ranunculus (you are radiant with charm)

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Could you please do joanne and o!ciel with a male reader, where the relationship is being kept a secret (due to same sex relationships being forbidden at that time)

Preferably each individually

aaaaaaa this made me sad :c

I tend to write in a universe that is, mh, a little lighter on the LGBT+phobia so that it isn't yet another thing for our poor babies to face, so, GAH MY HEART

This is, unfortunately, the way things must be right now. It’s not as if he wants to hide this big, important part of his life, but what’s the alternative? If this were public knowledge, not only would it have an impact on Ciel’s business, your reputation would also be tarnished. He doesn’t want either of those things to happen, because he cares about you deeply. You get flowers from him often, though, in the language that he can use to express his feelings without worry. (Red roses are a favorite, of course. Yellow acacia, white clover, and honey flower make appearances as well.) In addition, he’s without a doubt quite free to do as he likes with you in his own home — he’s given Sebastian the order to make sure this doesn’t get out, and his servants would never breathe a word. All that said… better safe than sorry. His eventual marriage to Lizzie is his cover for your relationship, and he suggests you seek out a similar arrangement. Until the rest of the world learns to mind their own business, he’s willing to set everything up just so in order to have a fraction of the life with you that other people have with their lovers. Even though it isn’t the full one that he wishes for, it’s what’s available. With that in mind, he’s a man who will take what he can get, and he will be working to pave the way for more tolerant mindsets where he’s able.

Ugh, this… this just isn’t fair! Why do people have to be so cruel, that they can’t just let others live their lives? It’s not as if you and he are hurting anyone or doing anything immoral! This poor man is just heartbroken that he can’t have what amounts to a normal life with you. It’s out of the question to go on outings while acting romantically, which wounds him in a way he can’t fully put words to. Despite the fact that he’s very much a shy, homebody type of person, he still wants to be able to go on afternoon strolls with you or sit under a tree reading. And the two of you can’t really do that without inviting negativity into your lives. He doesn’t want that; he can’t take it. So he just… stays home with you, trying to life as typical a life as is possible. His family, his parents and his older sister, are incredibly open-minded for their time, so he can at least do things like kiss you around them, as long as you two don’t go overboard. It’s intimate and sweet, but he’ll never be able to start a family with you like he desperately wants. All he can do is cuddle with you in front of the fire, reading every book the two of you can get your hands on… and pray that someday soon, attitudes will change. He… doesn’t know what he’ll do if he has to live his entire life with you so isolated and feeling as if he’s doing something wrong for simply being in love.

[toa-greatmind-nothingislittle]

hii! i saw that you really liked flower language on one of your posts and was wondering how you would say "you will die with your secrets (kept from those you love)" the parenthesis part doesn't need to be added if you can't fit it in!

it's a little dark but i'm a writer so what can you do? you don't have to answer this btw, just asking around!

Sorry for the so, so delayed answer, I've been having a flare up for months and I'm just getting spoons back so I figured I'd answer asks I've missed. So, in terms of a message like that, It's hard because there's not really a flower that specifically means "death" or "dying" (some people point to black dahlias but that is a modern meaning that didn't exist during the Victorian Era in England, which is what most of my floriography knowledge consists of). A branch of a blackthorn tree in a bouquet could mean death. The other two options that have anything to do with death are a dried white rose, "death is preferable to loss of virtue," and bay leaf (or laurel), "I change but in death." Any flower that has "secret" in its meaning is usually referring to "secret love." I don't know if that works for the kind of secret your writing is talking about, but I'll list those flowers just in case: yellow acacia, agapanthus, fern (maidenhair fern can mean "secrecy" as well as "secret love," so that might work), gardenia, and motherwort. Redbud (from the cercis, also called Judas-tree) means "betrayal," so that could potentially help get the meaning across if that makes sense within your work. Sorry again for the late response, and sorry if this isn't useful to you anymore, but I hope it can be <3