#funeral flowers

[actaecon]

Funeral Flower shop. Sinaloa Mexico

#matt mawson #mexico #sinaloa #mazatlán #flower shop #flowers #funeral flowers

[funeral]

Victorian mourning cabinet card

#funeral #funeral flowers #19th century

[newyorkthegoldenage]

A solemn Babe Ruth views the body of teammate Lou Gehrig at Christ Church, Riverdale, at Gehrig's open-casket funeral on June 3, 1941.

Photo: NY Daily News

#vintage New York #1940s #Lou Gehrig #Babe Ruth #casket #June 3 #3 June #funeral #funeral flowers #vintage baseball #baseball #NY Yankees

[justanechoflower]

Wow. I never thought THAT would be what would make the back-up file Monika made needed. Way for Flowey to lose his extra life from something this trivial. Well, I guess it’s about time for that M!A that makes it stop working now…

…Oh wait, that one probably doesn’t count. Usually completely random deaths like that just randomly get undone and they’re just fine in the next scene. It’s not one of those that would actually stick around in any kind of narrative environment, since this wasn’t a serious scene.

So instead…

Oh my god, they killed Flowey!

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Tagging y'all because screenshots do not notify answered asks:

@moxiemaxo @the-idiotic-asker @goldeneclipsee @ge-reblogs-shit @faysal1232

#submission #undertale #flowey #art #ask flowey #small artist #ask blog #ask undertale #undertale art #undertale fanart #paper art #floweys 500th death #funeral flowers #faysal1232 #goldeneclipse #ge-reblogs-shit #idiotic-asker #anon #moxiemaxo #frisk

[soft-black-velvet]

Immobilità

Carboncino su carta

#art #blackandwhite #darkart #drawing #contemporaryart #arte contemporanea #arte #psychology #psicologia #stillness #flowers #funeral flowers #lilium #goth aesthetic #vintage #1920s #sleeping beauty #immobilità

[dmagedgoods]

Violet for Sal for the flower meaning prompts? 💜

19. violet - i will watch over you ~ Funeral Flowers – Part III (to Part I) (to Part II) “Wait.” He reached out for Daeran’s wrist. The touch and the quiet urgency he spoke with made him stop in his steps. His face was impossible to read when he turned around to him, but he noticed something sharp in his gaze, a silent threat to let it be. He released him but didn’t waver in his intention. “Follow me.” Near the entrance to the banquet hall, another door led to an empty lounge. Salvadore closed it behind them the moment they had entered. “During my dear cousin’s funeral? I’m appalled.” The amused smirk on Daeran’s face didn’t reach his eyes. “But not enough to let the opportunity slide.” He stepped closer, reaching out for his collar. “Daeran …” With a pained expression, he took his hand and brought it to his lips in a soft kiss to interrupt him in his attempt. He didn’t withdraw from the touch, but now a flicker of rage appeared on his features. “What is it that you want? A sappy, sentimental outbreak? Some sort of confession?” His eyes grew colder and a cruel little smile played across his lips. “Absolution?” Salvadore flinched almost visibly and he let go of his hand. “I was right, wasn’t I? You feel I should have been able to save her, should have made different decisions in Iz, that I took the opportunity or even had planned to …” “No,” Daeran interrupted him. “That is what you tell yourself, your feelings about it. Not mine. She knew what she was doing. What she was risking. – Self-complacent and stubborn in her haughty beliefs to the very last moment.” His hands clenched into fists. “It’s quite a fitting and predictable outcome that it eventually got her killed in a last heroic attempt to save the world.” He tried to sound indifferent, but anger and agony lay clearly within his words. “You know, when I was younger …, merely a boy, and she … She seemed to care about … Oh by all creatures in hell, we had some true moments of closeness, of trust and intimacy. I know what you’re thinking, but not like this, no. She just … she seemed as lonely as …” me. He didn’t finish the sentence. “But of course, she got captivated by her duties, and who needs to live a life when you can become an untouchable idol and try to impress some unapproachable goddess somewhere in Heaven. No one truly was … you know” Daeran gestured vaguely and Salvadore recognized the tears in his bright eyes, tears he obviously attempted to fight. “No one truly was important to her; she only used this shining image to stroke her own ego. Gods, just listen to me. You wanted pathetic whining, here you have it. Are you satisfied now or would you pre…” Salvadore pulled him close, gently, but with firm determination, and, to his relief, Daeran just allowed it to happen. There was not a hint of the resistance his barbed words had made him assume he’d show when he closed his arms and wings around his body. “And why would I complain?” he continued, “She probably is at her beloved goddess side right now. If she can hear what I am saying, I swear I’ll make you pay for getting me to speak it out loud.” Salvadore stroked his hair, his throat tight, his eyes filled with tears as well. “I wish things would have developed differently. I wish there was still time.” Despite his guilt and doubts, he meant those words with all genuine sincerity, his chest heavy with grief. “You know, despite it all … I’m sure she cared.” “What meaning does it have?” Daeran’s voice sounded empty now. “She’s gone.” He was holding him more tightly while a feeling of helplessness overtook him. But Daeran didn’t expect an answer – what words could there be – instead, he let his forehead rest against his shoulder. “And what about you …? Will you disappear as well? In some last act of glorious heroism?” Salvadore’s eyes widened. He increased the distance just enough to cup Daeran’s jaw to force him to look at him. Gods, he had lost so many. – For years every person close to him and even those who only had dared to try and get there. A sharp pain shot through his veins at the thought. “I won’t go anywhere,” he promised. “You are not alone anymore. There is nothing I want more than to be at your side, to live with you, to protect you. I’ll be right here as long as you want me to stay. Forever if that’s your wish as well.” Daeran turned his head lightly to close his eyes and press his face against his hand in a silent answer. When he looked at him again, a slight smirk was back on his lips and he seemed more composed again. “You better keep your word or you’ll regret it.” Salvadore leaned in to capture his lips in a tender kiss. “I always keep what I promise.” The hint of relief in Daeran’s eyes told him that he believed him. “Although I don’t need protection, you know.” He gave a theatric sigh and two of his fingers ran through the feathers of his wings. “But I guess that’s what you get for falling in love with your guardian angel.”

#daeran #daeran arendae #pathfinder: wrath of the righteous #pathfinder wotr #daeran x commander #knight and dae #commander x daeran #knight commander salvadore #oc: salvadore #my ocs #my writing #dmagedtexts #funeral flowers #flower prompts #I totally didn't cry while writing this #sorry it took me so long #but to write Daeran in such an emotionally honest painful and vulnerable moment and to still stay true to him is always a challenge #thank you so much for the ask #💗

[yonemurishiroku]

Someone please educate me about Ancient Greek funeral flowers. The symbols and meaning and colors and all that. Please i’m begging you. 

#pjo #i want to write but i lack information #and i have a rule that is to NOT write if i lack information #hoo #toa #riordanverse #rick riordan #pjo fanfic #pjo fandom #ancient greek #greek mythology #funeral flowers #flower language #greek culture #flower #i'm literally praying to persephone #nico di angelo #hades (pjo) #hades #persephone (pjo) #persephone #funeral

[girldraki]

deadgirl kondrakis first name is lily. to us

#funeral flowers #txt

[lacunasbalustrade]

#funeral flowers #tw; funeral #oshi no ko liveblogging #sarina tendouji

[floristusa]

What Are the Significance of Funeral Sprays in Honoring a Loved One's Memory?

Funeral flowers have been powerful emblems of love, respect, and remembering throughout human history. These beautiful flowers have been used for ages to express sympathy, provide solace, and show respect for the deceased. The custom of giving funeral flowers is deeply ingrained in many cultures around the world and reflects the innate human need to express sadness and honor the lives of the deceased.

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[mortuscunningham]

my father preached on sunday and the church had funeral flowers sitting out from the day prior. i sketched them while i was there, then made this based on a few of them. i think it turned out nice.

i used Artist's Loft colored pencils and soft pastels, as well as a gelly roll while liner. the sketchbook is also from Artist's Loft.

cross-posted on Insta

#art #flower #funeral flowers #yes #i drew funeral flowers #they were pretty #i get that it may be morbid #or at least my dad acted like it was #i like this drawing #i ruined the lineart by adding color #whatever #i'll never imprive if i don't suck first #enjoy my trash #flowers go brrr #have a nice day #soft pastel #colored pencils #i like multimedia art #mortus draws

[funeral]

1890s funeral memorial flowers cabinet card

#1800s #memento mori #funeral flowers #cabinet card

[mannlibrary]

Photos of casket cover flower arrangements from the book, Album of Designs: Funeral Flowers. [19--]. Published by Chicago’s Florist Publishing Company. https://newcatalog.library.cornell.edu/catalog/6742213

#funeral #funeral flowers #flowers #flower arrangement #vintage flowers #vintage floral arrangement #floral arrangement #casket #coffin #death #funeral planning #Cornell University #album of designs #chicago's florist publishing company #vintage book #vintage illustration #vintage photography

[justanechoflower]

*sobbing on the ground*

MY BABYYY

#undertale #flowey #art #ask flowey #small artist #ask blog #ask undertale #undertale art #undertale fanart #paper art #grauntiemotersblog #mama graunt #grauntie #funeral flowers

[funeralsuk]

F Woodruff, H.G Harris and L & J Gulwell are all part of an independent, family firm of funeral directors in Bristol, Thornbury and the surrounding areas. For over 75 years, we have provided compassionate funeral services for bereaved families for well over 75 years. Our caring and experienced team can support you through the entire process, from registering a death to choosing the right service. We can also arrange additional services, including coffins, floristry, monumental masonry and transportation. For advice and support, you can reach us through our 24/7 helpline.

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#Funeral Services in Bristol #funeral planning #Coffins for Cremation and Burial #Funeral Flowers

[dmagedgoods]

monkshood - an enemy approaches (go deal with them, Sal)

Ohh another great prompt! 12. monkshood - an enemy approaches ~ Funeral Flowers – Part II (to Part I) (to Part III) The main part of the ceremony had come to an end and he left the gallery before any of the attendants could engage him in a conversation. He would participate in the evaluation, exchange of grand stories, and self-presentations later. For now, he needed to find Daeran. Instead of returning after a moment alone and apart from watching eyes, he still was missing. Salvadore cursed himself while he went through the city hall’s corridors, his steps echoing along the high ornamented walls. Instead of allowing him to flee the situation, he should have followed him right away. No matter how determined he tried to hide it, he knew of his suffering. Maybe he had gone to the banquet hall. All of Mendev’s aristocracy started to gather here and giving himself to mindless celebrations always had been Daeran’s way to numb and shove away any sort of lingering pain. “Salvadore. What a pleasure to meet you here.” Surprised, he turned around, his expression unreadable. He had no time right now and definitely not for the owner of the stilted voice and his pointless little provocations. “Lord Mechita,” he greeted the man approaching him, formerly part of the royal council before him and Daeran had rearranged its structures and recast its members. “I suggest you remember your manners. It’s ‘Commander’ or ‘Lord Arrigo’. “A lord you say … You must forgive my confusion. Rumors tell a different story.” Salvadore’s face grew icy. “And the queen who appointed you commander …” He shook his head in staged grief. “is dead. I’m brokenhearted that you have to hear it from me, but opinions get louder in Nerosyan that you’re taking greater liberties than hindsight allows, opinions speaking of a foreigner and furthermore a man whose relationship to his noble family and own heritage are …, forgive the phrasing, highly questionable, who never finished his attempt to rise within the ranks of the order of the sword due to a failed test, someone with no title or official military rank in Mendev … Not a lord, not a cavalier, and surely not a commander.” Mechita had searched in his past and probably found contacts in Absalom able to tell him more. He hated to be reminded of his family and the test manipulated by his cousin, but he knew the game his opponent wanted to play quite well. His posture was calm, his voice low when he stepped closer. He spread his wings. “Are you sure, Turan Mechita, that you’re prepared for the battle you insist on? You may mistake me for a mere man.” His halo started shining, bright enough to fill the corridor with holy light. “But I’m so much more, blessed and legitimized not only by my stand or by my education but by Heaven itself. No one will be blind enough to doubt or overlook my integrity, my support here in Mendev, Absalom, Laswall. Or the long list of my accomplishments.” He let the halo disappear and folded his wings behind his back again. “But you are a free man - free to make a move and lose the rest of the credibility you still have left after your failure in the royal council.” Mechita finally remembered to close his mouth. “And still you’re nothing but an imposter!” he hissed, but didn’t sound nearly as secure as before. With that, he turned around to quickly leave the corridor. “You should have burned him to ashes,” an observer commented from behind. “It would have been a glorious bonus to this quite satisfying finish.” “I prefer to watch him run. This way he gets to enjoy the echo of his embarrassment for a while longer.” Daeran stepped next to him. “Well, I have to admit I start to see the appeal.” This wasn’t the moment to wonder about the true core within Mechita’s words, not the moment to allow them to mix with his own doubts and self-recriminations. But no matter how much he did, no matter how hard he worked, he never had gone the long and designated path. He had skipped so many stairs, and there always would be people to point it out. His hands clenched into fists. The cruel little voice was back in the deepest corners of his mind: You needed to let her die to truly gain power. He looked to Daeran, searching for words, but he already turned to the door leading to the banquet hall. “I highly hope the rest of the festivities will be more entertaining than the beginning.”

#pathfinder wotr #pathfinder: wrath of the righteous #my ocs #my writing #dmagedtexts #knight commander salvadore #oc: salvadore #flower prompts #funeral flowers #thank you! #💕 #this was fun!