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Art Weekend - Imágen de Yágul by Ana Mendieta
In the 1973-1985 "earth-body" performance series "Silueta", Ana Mendieta explored the relationship between nature and human emotion. By creating silhouettes directly on the earth and marking them with human materials like paint or found materials like flowers, she created a dialogue between nature and the female form. Ana was known for her raw, feminist artistry and her legacy still continues after her untimely death in the photographs and videos of her performances.
#my post#capsule wardrobe#capsule#fashion#style#minimalism#minimalist wardrobe#minimalist fashion#white#beige#brown#summer#Ana Mendieta#Imágen de Yágul#Silueta#art weekend#gypsophila#baby's breath
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Silver and Ivory Rose Wreath by Posies & Pearls
#roses#rose wreath#sterling roses#ivory roses#gypsophila#baby's breath#silver#grey#white#oval wreath#silk flower wreath#wedding wreath#home decor#handmade#floral design#posiespearls
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🌲🦥🌿
White Rabbit cardigan from miiko-cc
Shorts from Trillyke
Tights / stockings from basegame
Flats from theSLYD
Gypsophila Crown from Marigold
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When Y/N Falls in Love
pairing: nikolai lantsov x fem!reader
genre: flufff
el's thoughts: requested by @luna-writes-stuff for my speak now event .. i hope you like it!
Y/N rushed through the hallways, her heels clicking with every step. Her legs threatened to buckle under as fatigue settled in her bones. One of the maids of the palace trailed behind her.
“You should be resting, ma’am. You just got back-”
She cut herself off at the sight of the young king rounding the corner. “Moi Tsar,” she dipped into a curtsy and froze behind Y/N.
Nikolai smiled at the girl and turned his attention to his best friend. “Y/N/N, didn’t you just come back from a trip only one bell ago? You should be resting.”
“And I would, Nik, trust me I would be. But I heard Genya fell ill so I went to the gardens and picked some flowers.” She held up the small bunch of pink and white flowers and smiled. “So if you’ll excuse me, I have a personal delivery to make.”
The king watched her walk past him in awe and quickly decided to follow her. He watched as she pushed the door to Genya’s personal sleeping quarters open, rushing in to assess her dear friend.
“Y/N,” the red-head coughed, “you didn’t have to come here.”
“Don’t talk nonsense, Gen. You’re ill.” Y/N placed the flowers in an empty pitcher before taking it to the bathroom to fill it with water. She heard Genya greeting the young king with a sore throat and called back for her to not talk. “You’ll make your voice worse.” She strolled back into the room and placed the flowers on the side table. “I’ll send for David to be here with you, as well as some warm soup from the kitchens.”
“Y/N/N, Darling please,” Genya chuckled. “You just got back from a trip, you need to rest almost as much as I do.”
“Key word there is almost. I’m more than fine and well, I’ll rest once I know you’re taken care of.”
Nikolai shared a look with the red-headed tailor, both shaking their heads fondly at their friend. The king stepped forward, “How about this? I’ll call for David and send in a request for the soup. You go and rest.”
Y/N sighed, her shoulders slumped, “Okay, fine.” She moved to place a quick kiss on Genya’s head. “I’ll come back later then.” She walked to the door patting Nikolai on the shoulder as she passed him.
“No you won’t!” the tailor called out to her. “She really is a Saint.” She spoke again softly just to Nikolai.
He smiled to himself, “She is isn’t she?”
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“Oh Saints.” Y/N ran her hand through her hair in disbelief. “This isn’t happening.”
“Y/N L/N. For the last time, if you don’t put this dress on now, you’ll be late.” Genya sighed in mild frustration. “You don’t want to leave him waiting.”
“A date…” The y/h/c-haired girl muttered to herself as she picked the beautiful green summer dress and walked behind the changing separator. “I see no way of this ending well, Gen. I-”
“Shut up, little Miss Sunshine and let me see you.”
Y/N walked out from behind the wall and smiled shyly, giving Genya a little twirl. “I think it’s my new favorite.”
“Rightfully so, Darling,” the red-head smiled brightly. “Let’s get your hair done.”
*
Y/N walked with a slight skip in her step as Nikolai escorted her through the palace gardens. She went on and on about her favorite flowers and their symbolism. She came to a halt and stared at the small bunch of white flowers in front of her. “Gypsophila.” She picked enough to hold between her fingers.
“And what do these mean?” Nikolai asked as she handed them to him.
She smiled kindly, “They’re called baby’s breath. They stand for purity, a pure heart.”
He hummed and tried to hide the reddening of his face. She really was a Saint. It felt so warm to be on the recieving end of her love. Like laying in a field in the beginning of autumn, just barely sunkissed.
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“When did you two finally happen?” Zoya smirked as she sat on the sofa in Nikolai’s room. Genya stood by the fireplace with a fond smile.
“I took her out a little while ago and things went smoothly.”
“That didn’t answer my question, but alright.”
Nikolai chuckled as he continued signing documents.
“Don’t hurt her, Nik, okay? When she falls in love, she’s in it for keeps. She’s been nothing but a Saint to us.”
He sighed, “I know you both care for her deeply, so please know that I would never do anything to hurt her. Ever.”
“I told you, Genya.”
“I just needed to put it out there.” The red-head held her hands up in defence. “Because I can’t be held responsible for my actions if I find out she’s hurt.”
Nikolai looked between the two Grisha and chuckled. “Deranged, the both of you.”
“Hey-!”
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Y/N walked through the halls of the palace but stopped around the corner when she heard hushed voices of some of the staff.
“I heard she’s with the King now.”
“I heard the same.” Quiet giggles came afterwards.
“Whomever she was to love… They would never be the same.”
“Isn’t that true? It’s all on her face, the fact that she’s in love. Haven’t seen her so happy in what feels like ages. It’s brought a new brightness to the palace.”
“I’m happy for both of them.”
Y/N smiled shly to herself before clearing her throat and continuing around the corner. She smiled at the two women and nodded her greeting. Walking past them, her face heating up at the thought of the staff whispering about her and Nikolai. Her and Nikolai.
She shook her head and pushed the heavy wooden door open with her hip. She smiled at the two Grisha women sitting on a plush couch and said her greetings to everyone else in the room- Toyla, Tamar, David and Nikolai. She placed the blue arrangement of flowers in a vase on one of the tables that lined the wall. She walked to Nikolai’s side and kissed the side of his head before sitting next to Zoya, holding onto her hand.
The group went over what the next few weeks look like military and politically, bouncing ideas off each other to finalize plans. Once they finished they all bid their ‘goodnight’s and left the room.
The young king watched as Y/N walked everyone to the door, her smile never leaving her face as she spoke quietly with her friends.
Her bright presence hung in the air like stars in outerspace.
He smiled at her as she walked back to his side, sitting on the arm of his chair. She brought a hand up to his hair and buried her fingers in his locks. He leaned back into her and hummed contently, “My Saint.”
She chuckled, “I’m no Saint, Kolya,”
“Oh but, Love, you are a Saint.”
#nikolai lantsov#nikolai lanstov x reader#nikolai lantsov x y/n#nikolai lantsov x you#shadow and bone#shadow and bone x reader#shadow and bone imagines#ellora.writes
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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 🌹RIDDLE BIRTHDAY SSR FLOWER ANALYSIS* 🌹*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Unsurprisingly, Riddle has roses. The red roses in his bouquet symbolize commitment, devotion, and elegance, as well as passion. Pink roses stand for gratitude, admiration, sweetness, and elegance as well. Other than the red and pink roses in full bloom, he also has green rosebuds. Rosebuds in general are symbols of beauty and courage, while green roses represent cheerfulness and rejuvenation. However, they can also stand for jealousy and envy.
In the Victorian Language of Flowers dianthus is a symbol of passion, affection, and gratitude. They have a spicy scent, and it’s thought that letting its smell be blown away by the wind after picking and smelling it, your troubles will be carried off as well.
Cockscomb is associated with wealth and prosperity, or courage and bravery, though in literature it often symbolizes arrogance or pride. In the Victorian era, it signified passion and deep emotional bonds. Nowadays, cockscomb is often used in political campaigns and protests as a symbol of resistance and fighting oppression.
The big red flowers in his bouquet are either gaillardias or gerberas. Gaillardias, in the Language of Flowers, are used to represent joy, optimism and happiness, as well as modesty, aristocracy, and abundance. Gerberas on the other hand typically stand for beauty, innocence, purity, and loyalty.
Gypsophila, or baby’s breath, is a symbol of young love, everlasting love, and new beginnings, as well as innocence, and is usually gifted to mothers.
The two-colored flower at the edge of his bouquet could be red-white cosmos or checkers dahlia. Cosmos flowers represent order and harmony, balance, innocence, modestly, joy, and beauty. Dahlias are symbols of elegance, inner strength, change, and dignity. However, they also have some more negative meanings, such as instability, betrayal, and dishonestly.
Butterfly weed symbolizes personal transformation and growth, such as letting go of grief, as well as human resilience, and the happiness and positivity that comes from change.
Finally, he has a little prince protea in its still closed state. Proteas symbolize boldness, transformation, and change, diversity, strength, and adaptability. It relies on fire to sprout its seeds so the meanings of reliance, and the power to survive practically anything are especially prominent and common.
Naturally, these are only my un-educated guesses considering I’m by no means a flower specialist so take everything with a grain of salt, and feel free to let me know if I got anything wrong/what flowers I might’ve missed.
#twst#twisted wonderland#flower analysis#twst spoilers#bloom birthday#flower reading#broomquet#twst birthday#twst riddle#riddle rosehearts
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holding close to my unsteady heart.
The apocalypse is drawing nearer and nearer. Everything hangs in the balance. And in Room 312 of the Harmony Hills Motel, an angel appears in Dean Winchester's bedroom. read under the cut or on ao3 here
Castiel is aware of how late it is. Dean has asked him before not to show up like this, not to just appear in the middle of the night with no warning. He wanted to wait—he tried to wait. But Castiel is weak, and every day, he grows weaker.
At his arrival, the sudden displacement of air, Dean stirs in bed. He’s the only one in the motel room tonight; Sam is at a woman’s apartment, sharing an encounter Castiel didn’t want to spend too long looking at. Dean and Castiel are alone in this place, Room 312 in Harmony Hills Motel, together.
“Cas?” Dean’s voice is rasping, low in the darkness. “That you?”
“Yeah,” Castiel says. “It’s me.”
“What’s wrong?” Dean sits up all the way, already sounding more alert. Through the dark, Castiel sees him reach for the knife under his pillow.
“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”
Dean groans. “Then what the hell are you doing here? It’s, like, three in the morning.”
“I…” Castiel looks at Dean’s form in the bed, the blankets pooling around his waist. His soul is soft in a way Castiel has only seen it in very specific moments: moments of calm and safety, of contentment. “I apologize. I shouldn’t—I don’t know why I came.”
“Woah, hey.” Dean’s voice reaches out at the same time his soul does. They both curl around Castiel, imploring and gentle. “Whatever’s wrong, it’s fine. Just—c’mere. Tell me what’s going on.”
There was a time when Castiel would have been strong enough to refuse the request of a human. But that time is long past, and this isn’t just any human—this is Dean. So he goes, against his better judgment, and sits down gingerly on the edge of the bed.
“Hello, Dean,” he says.
Dean smiles, but it’s the smile he puts on when he’s worried about someone. “Hey, man.”
Castiel looks down at the bedspread. The pattern is floral, and he traces each flower with a fingertip, recalling their scientific names as he looks at them. Centaurea cyanus, Myosotis sylvatica, Gypsophila elegans—
“You gonna tell me what’s wrong with you?” Dean nudges Castiel’s thigh with a socked foot. He’s out from under the blankets now, sitting perpendicular to Castiel, and he bends his head in an attempt to catch Castiel’s eye. “C’mon, what’s up?”
“I’m…” Castiel speaks slowly. It’s been a long time since human language felt foreign to him, but this is difficult to translate. Difficult to say. “Are you… are you scared, Dean?”
“Me?” Dean laughs, the sound tumbling out of him in surprise. “Uh, why?”
“Are you?”
Dean searches Castiel’s face, and Castiel tries his best not to look away again, tries to bear the weight of the Righteous Man’s gaze. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m scared. All the fucking time.” Dean’s eyes glitter in the white light of the parking lot outside. “Are you scared?”
“I—” His voice falters; that’s never happened to him before. Castiel takes a long breath. Feels Dean’s soul, glowing warmly within him. “I can’t—I’ve never felt this way. Afraid, like this.”
“About the apocalypse?”
“About everything. All of it,” Cas says, voice beginning to shake. “I’m afraid for your safety, and Sam’s, and I’m afraid about losing my powers and leaving you without my help, and I’m afraid of what will happen if we fail, and I’m—”
“Woah, Cas, hey,” Dean cuts in. He reaches out and takes hold of Cas’s wrist where he’s still tracing the bedspread, Centaurea cyanus, Myosotis sylvatica, Gypsophila elegans. “It’s okay.”
“But it’s not.” Cas thinks there is another name for this feeling: despair. Hopeless, terrible despair. “I can’t save us. I can’t keep you safe. And I’m terrified.”
Dean looks at him for a long moment, his thumb feathering back and forth across the softest pulse point on Castiel’s wrist. And then, carefully, slowly, he gets down on his knees in front of him.
Castiel watches with hungry, disbelieving eyes. Dean slips off Castiel’s shoes, peels off black socks to reveal pale skin Castiel has never seen before. Then, he reaches up, hands hovering over the crotch of the pants Jimmy picked out one morning a million years ago. There’s a question in Dean’s eyes; Castiel nods, and Dean unbuttons and unzips and then slides the pants down Castiel’s legs. He squeezes Castiel’s knees with warm hands.
“Stand up.”
So Castiel stands. He’s the weakest he’s ever been, and despite that, he knows he could overpower Dean without much effort. But he allows Dean this, allows him to remove the coat and the tie, allows him to unbutton the shirt and reveal the white tank top beneath. He allows Dean’s hands to skim up his sides, raising goosebumps that feel like the thrum of grace through a vessel.
“Let’s lay down,” Dean’s voice is so soft, so quiet. Castiel wants to curl up in it.
Castiel doesn’t think he’s ever laid in a bed before. The mattress creaks as they settle side by side, and it appears to dip in the middle, forcing them closer. The sheets scratch against his skin. The floral bedspread is thinner than he expected. And Dean’s face and Dean’s soul and Dean’s skin is here in front of him.
“I know you don’t sleep,” Dean says, leaving it unsaid that Castiel might soon require it if he continues to lose his powers, “but sometimes it’s nice to lay with somebody you, uh. You care about. Sometimes it makes you feel better about things when they’re shitty.” Dean grins wryly. “And they’re pretty shitty right now.”
“They are,” Castiel agrees. “Thank you. For sharing this with me.”
Dean turns pink, right at the top of his cheeks. Castiel watches with fascination. “You’re welcome,” he says awkwardly.
And something about that, the color, the closeness, makes Castiel terribly honest. “I love you.”
Dean doesn’t seem surprised, not really, but his soul is flaring a bright, brilliant gold, something like fear and adoration and hope. “Cas, you don’t—”
“I know what I’m saying.”
“I…” Dean lets out a breath like he’s been punched, and Castiel doesn’t miss the sudden shimmering tears in his eyes. “Cas, this is really bad timing, man. It’s—the world is ending.”
Castiel reaches out and touches the warm pinkness of Dean’s face; his thumb traces the path of a tear, and Dean leans into it. “I know.”
“I—fuck.” Dean chokes out. “Cas, what are we gonna do?”
“I don’t know,” Castiel whispers. The edge of terror is close, still, but Dean is with him. They’re together. “I don’t know.”
There’s nothing more to say. Dean eventually reaches out and pulls Castiel flush with his body, tucks Castiel under his chin, runs calloused, gentle hands up and down Castiel’s back. Presses a kiss to the top of Castiel’s head.
And against the skin of Dean’s neck, the smell of motel soap and deodorant and human sweat, Castiel prays. His Father isn’t listening anymore, but maybe someone will hear it. Maybe someone will hear it, and answer. Castiel prays for safety, for victory, for love. He prays until the dawn light creeps up in the sky, turning the room into grey shadow. Then, he watches Dean breathe. That’s something to be grateful for: Dean, beside him, breathing and warm.
Some prayers are answered. The day is new. And Dean is holding him like something precious. That’s enough, Castiel thinks.
#hope you like it!!!!#deancas#destiel#dean#cas#del's writing#spn fic#supernatural fanfiction#caskarass#userkels#castiellesbian#offbeattraxx#userpiss
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Flower language for Mikey
In chapter 270, the door of TR's secrets was opened, and also revealed the heartbreaking state of Manjiro, who eventually passed away.
Shinichiro gave a proper funeral for his precious little brother, dedicating a sea of flowers to him, expressing his feelings for Mikey.
Among the floral composition we can see orchids, roses, lilies, gypsophila and several gentian flowers.
First of all, it should be noted that funerals in Japan are Shinto with elements of Buddhism. And they are characterized by the use of colors of calm shades and white.
For funerals in Japan, lilies, orchids and chrysanthemums are used, but you can also choose other flowers that comply with norms and traditions.
Flowers for funerals are of great importance, there are certain rules for giving/offering them that should be followed.
1. Lilies
Lilies have a worldwide meaning of "purity and innocence". But, besides this, there is the meaning of “dignity, greatness”, which originates from the 3rd millennium BC. in the form of a royal lily emblem.
The meaning of "innocence" lily began to acquire with the spread of Christianity. Therefore, you can find images of Christ among the lilies or the identification of the Virgin Mary with an immaculate lily.
2. Gypsophila
Gypsophila in the language of flowers means "innocence and purity", "divinity" and "eternal love". The meaning of "eternal love" dates back to Victorian England, where gypsophila was used in wedding bouquets. This flower has an informal name, "baby's breath", which may refer to the child's chastity.
3. Roses
These are one of the most classic colors. But the bottom line is that roses were not used for funerals in Japan before, and only in recent years have they begun to be used.
For roses, there is one common meaning “eternal love”.
4. Orchid
A luxurious and expensive flower that is used in Japan at the funerals of influential or wealthy people.
Orchid is the queen of flowers, meaning “flight of happiness”, “pure love”, “tender memories”.
5. Gentian
Gentian is an autumn flower that dilutes the faded landscape with purple, is a medicinal and ornamental plant. The flower means “I love you when you are sad” and “sincere love”.
The flowers that surround Mikey are very diverse and beautiful.
An innocent and pure person, like a child, this is how Manjiro Sano originally appeared before our eyes. He does what he likes, takes offense if there is no flag in his children's dinner, makes friends only with those who are interesting to him and easily influenced by others.
And the very greatness of Manjiro is immortalized in flowers. It's like he's not dead, but just sleeping on a flower bed. Arrogant and superior. Sets high goals for himself and leads the people like a brilliant king.
The flowers show all of Shin's great love for his little brother, as a symbol of beautiful and sincere love. After all, Shinichiro loves Manjiro, and Manjiro loves Shinichiro. They cannot live without each other and suffer when they are alone.
As flowers grow from the earth, so love is born from nature.
#tokyo revengers#manjiro sano#mikey sano#toman mikey#manga#sano shinichiro#tokrev shinichiro#analysis
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Riddle Rosehearts — language of flowers
all the same but in my tweet (+ pictures)
pink roses are a symbol of love, affection and admiration
white carnation — a wish for good luck and success in everything
red asters symbolize undying devotion
rosebuds — beauty and youth and a heart innocent of love
yellow roses symbolize friendship and joy. they are also used to represent those feelings that are associated with friendship such as warmth, delight, gladness, caring, and affection. these blooms were once used to communicate jealousy, during the victorian era
red roses symbolize love and desire
red zinnia — lasting affection
gypsophila — youth
red carnation — victory, success, leadership
orange carnations symbolize all the positive feelings you can think of. the meaning of orange carnations includes feelings of happiness, warmth, determination, and creativity. orange carnations are also a representation of health, balance, and success
red gerberas an indicator of respect, recognition of value and status. these flowers have nothing to do with passion. they can speak of love, but not ardent, but balanced love
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New Beginnings
Jumin nervously adjusted his tie with his unoccupied hand for what must be the tenth time since putting it on, holding a modest bouquet of flowers in the other. He had considered traditional red roses, perhaps more fitting for the occasion, but had ultimately settled on a smaller array of delicate flowers. Cheerful bright yellow petals interspersed with small white blooms of gypsophila. He felt intuitively that these flowers suited your humble and gentle nature, and he felt reassured upon learning some meanings behind them. According to the florist, gypsophila can represent innocence and new beginnings. What could be more appropriate to congratulate you for your first party with the RFA?
And the added meaning of undying love was one that he would keep to himself if questioned about what inspired his choice.
He imagined what your reaction might be when he would give them to you. He suspected that your bright smile would match the flowers, and just the thought of it was accompanied with a feeling of warmth. As heat rose to his face so did his hand rise with it, back to his tie in anxious habit.
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Jumin spotted you in the crowd almost instantly, his gaze guided toward you as if possessing an internal compass. He felt relief from his anxious anticipation at the mere sight of you. His shy smile would be indication enough to anyone that knew him of his feelings towards you. But he was oblivious to the clues his expression betrayed; smiling around you was as involuntary and natural as breathing.
He made his way to you - feet almost walking on their own, as though a string were pulling him - when the sight of Zen approaching you grounded him in place. His smile faltered and his breath caught in his throat. The bouquet of roses Zen presented you was returned with a smile and the color deepening on your face.
With a shaky sigh, Jumin released the air he had been holding and turned away.
“Mr. Han?”
Jaehee’s voice came with the reminder to steady himself. With practiced ease he fell into his meticulously-trained exterior.
“Ah, Assistant Kang. Good timing. Would you mind setting these aside for MC? I’m sure she has enough going on at the moment than to worry about where to put more flowers.” His voice came out more strained than he had hoped.
“Of course, Mr. Han. Some of the guests have been asking if you had arrived yet. It seems that many of the guests that you suggested were eager to attend.”
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To say that you were nervous would be an understatement. It was your first time coordinating an event like this, and for an organization that you had only just joined! You hadn’t even met most of the members yet, although you felt close to them already after countless conversations in the chatroom or over the phone.
You stood among the guests, feeling relieved that there was such good turnout. You had already spoken to Jaehee, who was especially helpful when it came to greeting the attendees, and had asked her if Jumin had arrived yet. You hoped that you didn’t seem too eager to meet him. When she said that he was on his way, anticipation and nerves filled your chest.
As you scanned the large room for him, you were met with a different set of familiar eyes. Zen quickly approached you and you felt that his pictures on the messenger didn’t fully prepare you for his looks.
No wonder he can’t stop talking about how handsome he is.
Anyone that looked like he did would be intimidating if you hadn’t come to know him on the messenger. From the very beginning he was welcoming and trusting toward you. His praise and terms of endearments that flowed all too easily caught you off guard at first, but you were glad to see other sides to him. His kindness towards the members of the RFA, his insecurities, and how hard he works at what he loves. But somehow you couldn’t shake the nagging thought that his warmth and affection was not reserved for you alone. Or at least, it came too easily. Despite the bashful smile his affection elicited from you, it was too familiar too quickly.
But still, he had become a dear friend to you, along with the other members. So when he handed you beautiful roses along with his charismatic smile, you couldn’t help the blush that spread across your cheeks.
“Jagiya~ It’s so nice to finally meet you in person! Congratulations on organizing such an amazing event. All your hard work paid off!”
“Thanks Zen, it’s so nice to see you in person, too. The roses are beautiful - you didn’t have to…”
“Are you being shy? So cute~”
“Don’t tease me!” With a laugh, you added, “Oh, have you seen Jumin by the way?”
His expression soured at your question, annoyance at the mention of Jumin’s name instantly evident across his features.
“No, I haven’t seen the Trust Fund kid yet. He better not have brought his cat with him.”
Recollecting some of the conversations in the chatroom between Jumin and Zen, your heart sank. Zen’s willing misunderstanding of Jumin was something that you deeply wished could be resolved.
“Don’t worry, Jumin promised that he wouldn’t bring her. Um, I’m going to put these flowers somewhere safe, okay? Thank you again, they’re so pretty.” You replied to Zen, trying to remain light-hearted. With a smile, you headed through the reception hall to one of the back rooms where you were keeping some of your things from the party set-up.
On your way in, you nearly bumped into Jaehee in the doorway.
“Hi, MC. I just left some flowers from Mr. Han for you in there.”
Your heart swelled. “For me? From Jumin?” She replied with a nod and a small smile, and you thanked her shyly as she left.
A wide smile spread across your face as you set down the roses in place of the bouquet Jaehee left behind. As you admired the arrangement of flowers, you thought of Jumin. Did he pick these out personally for you? What expression would he have made had he handed them to you himself? You felt a pang of regret at that thought. Why hadn’t he given them to you himself?
“MC?”
Your eyes widened at the deep yet gentle voice that came from behind you. A voice that you had come to know very well this last week or so. It brought instant comfort and joy.
Holding the flowers even closer to your chest, you turned around to finally meet him, previously contained excitement and happiness now bursting forth through your wide eyes and smile.
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His voice came out hesitant and quiet despite his efforts at remaining level-headed. But even so, it had the desired effect as you turned towards him.
And there you were, your radiance overpowering that of the flowers he chose for you. Just as he had imagined it. He knew from your profile picture that you had a brightness to you, even believing he could hear it in your voice as you laughed at something he said during one of your many phone calls. But the full force of seeing it in person was enough to steal his breath away.
“Jumin!”
He could almost fool himself into believing that your expression towards him was different than it was with Zen. That it held something more affectionate.
“Jaehee said that you were looking for me…” It was all he could manage, shock and uncertainty still knotted in his mind.
“Hm? Oh… yeah, I was. I was really looking forward to meeting you, Jumin.” You admitted with a bashful smile, averting your eyes in embarrassment.
His lips curved up to mirror your own.
“I was very much looking forward to meeting you too, MC. I see you received the flowers. I wanted to congratulate and thank you for organizing such a wonderful party.”
“Yes, they’re so lovely Jumin. Thank you. Although I was just wondering why you asked Jaehee to leave them here instead of finding me…”
As your voice faded with uncertainty, his glance towards the roses sitting behind you provided enough of a hint.
“But seeing you now makes it feel like I received them from you! Thank you again, I love them.”
His expression softened at your subtle reassurance. Your kindness and understanding towards him was more than he had ever known.
The music you had organized for the event grew loud enough to reach the back room where you two stood, signaling an invitation for the guests to dance. Recognizing the waltz, Jumin summoned courage, hoping to compensate for his earlier missed opportunity.
“I don’t usually dance at these events, but perhaps I could begin to, if you would be willing to join me?” His hand left its spot at his cufflink, instead reaching out to you in a timid invitation.
And as you set the flowers down to instead place your hand in his, he found the warmth that had been missing from his life.
“I would love to, Jumin.”
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Taiju on his wedding day? (Pls be fluff 😭)
Made For You: Taiju Shiba x Fem!Reader
wc: 1.6k
tw: smut, fluff
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You stare into the mirror, your hands full of blue thistles and white gypsophila. It's the standard bouquet for a State Ordered bride, just like the traditional dress is simple and light blue (instead of the long-outdated white).
For your entire life, you've looked forward to the moment when you would meet your partner for the first time at the altar. It was an arrangement planned before you could even conceptualize the idea of a marriage, something you had no say in or control over. The council had the authority over your match, and that was that.
You follow all of the other brides down the hallway toward the main altar to join yourself with the person you'd call your partner for the rest of your life. And even though you know you want this - you chose this - your hands feel sweaty and sticky. Each step you take is one more step towards your future and one step away from your past.
Music drifts through the open doors of the main sanctuary, and you take a peek past the bride in front of you. There are various other people in the pews - your parents included - as the sun streams through the stained glass windows and bathes everyone in colorful hues. It's perfect, like all State Ordered events ought to be.
The wedding coordinator, a petite lady named Joan, walks by each bride, asking one final time if they're ready. If a bride says "no," that would be the end of the conversation. No wedding, no pressure. Not until they wanted it.
But you say your "yes" with your entire being, smiling at the older woman and holding your flowers tight. You enter the sanctuary behind the others, filing in and standing beside your designated partners from left to right.
You eye your partner from behind, his tall stature and short, blue and white hair unusual. But you inhale deeply, standing next to him with confidence. You don't look up until you're told to - and once you turn to him to exchange rings, your heart skips a beat.
A smile is plastered on his handsome face, and his yellow eyes drift down to your lips before they come back up. "Are you nervous?" he whispers, and you reply,
"Not really," with as much confidence as you can muster. He chuckles, a deep low sound in his throat, and then straightens up, holding your simple diamond ring in his right hand. As he recites the vows with the others, you learn his name (Taiju Shiba) and how old he is (a mere 25), a year older than you.
"With this ring, I take you, y/n l/n, to be my lawfully wedded partner." Taiju slides the ring onto your finger with care, his fingers trembling ever so slightly. You echo the vows, sliding his ring on his thick finger and then taking his hand. "You're gorgeous, just like I thought you would be," Taiju whispers as you walk back down the aisle, past your parents - who seem pleased to watch you walk off with such a fine-looking man. You giggle, and he places a chaste kiss on your cheek.
If only you knew what awaited you.
You'd spent all evening talking about your lives, swapping stories, getting to know the man you'd call husband and vice-versa. You don't even notice that you'd both fallen asleep mid-conversation, eyes closing as you're nestled close to him. But when you awaken, groggy and still unsure about the time of day, you attempt to avoid stirring Taiju.
He looked so peaceful as he slept, eyes closed and brows unfurrowed. The tattoos along his muscled torso (all explained to you the night before) rise and fall with each breath he takes. And you just observe him, all of him, in the wee hours of the morning.
"I wonder what made The Council pair us together," you mused earlier. "We've lived pretty opposite lives."
"Opposites attract," Taiju mumbled, taking your hand and placing it in his, trying to see how small your fingers were compared to his giant hand. "Or whatever they say." You laughed.
Now, you slip out of bed, go to the bathroom and close the door behind you to freshen up. Despite expecting Taiju to attempt to seduce you, he didn't. Perhaps it was nerves, you think to yourself, setting your hands on the granite counter of the hotel room. You were nervous, too. It might have been for the best; first times aren't to be taken lightly.
When you reemerge from the bathroom - hair rearranged and teeth brushed - you see Taiju sitting in bed, his fingers laced behind his head. "You slipped away," he murmurs. "Thought yesterday had been a dream."
"It wasn't," you smile, climbing back into bed and kissing his lips. He holds your cheek with one hand, lips ghosting over yours as you pull away. "You okay?"
"Fine," Taiju huffs huskily. "Well... mostly fine." You bite your lower lip and raise a brow, expecting this response.
"We can try if you want," you reply tenderly, and Taiju grins, pulling you closer.
"I want to."
Foreplay. That's a new thing. After all of the times you've touched yourself and imagined this moment, nothing compares to the actuality of it.
Taiju is holding you against him from behind, his fingers playing with your clit as you arch your back, panting softly. "Feels good?" he wonders, kissing down your neck.
"Mmm-hmm." Your breathy moans and groans get him harder than either of you thought possible, but this part isn't about him. Taiju makes it clear that this is all about you right now.
"Been waiting for this, huh? Waiting to be touched?"
"Yes," you respond without even thinking. "Waited for so long..."
"See, we're not so different after all." You whimper, and he bites your earlobe. "You're so wet... You haven't been this wet for anyone but me, hm?"
"Yeah, baby." Taiju bucks his hips at the response, rubbing his erection in your ass.
"Good girl... No one else but me..." As he swirls his fingers around your bud, you cry out, urging him to go faster. Every second feels like a lightyear as you begin to unravel, shaking and trying to hold yourself upright in his arms. "Cum for me," Taiju breathes in your ear. "I'm gonna be the only one that can make you cum like this." You drag an inhale in, feeling your entire body stiffen before you begin to cum, mumbling incoherencies and words that mean nothing.
"That's my girl," Taiju chants. "Feel it... feel that for me." Taiju lets you slowly slip out of his grasp, lowering you to the bed and flipping you over so you're on your back, legs curled against yourself. As your orgasm abates, he strokes your legs with his fingertips, overseeing you. He kisses your cheek when you're done shivering, rubbing your legs as he asks, "You feeling alright?"
"I feel good," you answer, reaching up to touch his face. "But I'd feel better if--"
"Say the word, and I'm yours." You don't even have to say it. You lean up to kiss him, parting your legs on your own. Taiju takes the cue and slips off his pants, hovering over you with his length in one hand.
"Impressive," you tease, looking at his long, veiny cock.
"Not like you've seen anyone else's," Taiju laughs, positioning himself at your entrance. "I'll take it slow."
"I want you to fuck me," you clarify, and he hisses, closing his eyes before swiping at your cunt with his cockhead. Taiju opens his eyes to watch him sink into you, spending his sweet time trying to press his full length past your slick folds.
"Oh," he breathes, nestling into you fully. You feel the soft flesh of his balls press against you, then he pulls back, his fingers tightening on your thighs. "Have to take it slow. If I go too fast, I'll--"
"You said you wanted kids," you purr, staring into his eyes with sudden seriousness. "Are you chickening out on me?"
"I want it to last," he whimpers, screwing his eyes shut. "Please..." You lift up and hold him close, bringing him back to the bed with you.
"I said I wanted you to fuck me."
"Shit." Taiju lifts his hips and lets them fall at a moderate pace, his face hovering over yours as he begins picking up speed. You moan, lips opening a fraction to signal how much you needed and wanted this. "Baby... you feel so good... oh, babe..." His eyes snap closed again, and his brow furrows, hips smacking against yours and making the bed shake violently.
"Fuck yes, Tai..."
"You want this?" Taiju wonders, his voice strained. "This good enough for you?"
"It's good, it's good," you reply rapidly.
"You want to have my babies, don't you," he adds, opening his eyes to gaze at you. "Want to be a mom, huh?"
"Please, Tai."
"Say it," he urges you, his hips stuttering. "Say you want to have my babies."
"I want-- to have your babies," you hiccup, feeling the desire to cum again.
"Yeah, of course, you do... That's why we're together," Taiju practically sings. "That's why they wanted us together."
"Gonna cum," you warn, and Taiju presses his forehead to yours.
"Do it, then." You need no convincing. Taiju empties himself into you as you clench around him, feeling his cum fill you up while he growls loudly, claiming you as his without words. Taiju rolls so you're on top of him, his cock still nestled inside you. "You're perfect for me," he muses, stroking your hair. "Just like they said you would be."
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Hi, do you know of any flowers in the Hanakotoba, Japanese flower language for courage, friendship and kindness?
Hi sailorrose!
That should be doable, all of them sound like feasible flower meanings.
begonia - kindness, happy days, confession of love, unrequited love
begonia (white) - kindness
bindweed - friendship, bonds, affair
bouvardia - friendship, exchange, passion
bugleweed/ajuga - strong friendship, comfortable home
camellia - modest kindness, pride
dogwood - friendship
edelweiss - courage, precious memories
geranium - true friendship, trust, respect
goldenrod - encouragement, prevention, precaution, warning
golden lace/ominaeshi - kindess, beauty, ephemeral love
gypsophila - kindness, innocence, pure heart, happiness
lilac - friendship, modesty, memories
mangles sunday/rhodanse - endless friendship, unchanging feelings
magnolia/kobushi - friendship, loveliness
mimosa (acacia) - friendship, secret love
rose (yellow) - friendship, jealousy, attention faded
soft windflower/nirinsou - friendship, cooperation, never leave
spirea/kodemari - friendship, elegance
thyme - courage, activity
wisteria/fuji - kindness, welcom, never leave, drunk in love
wood sorrel - mother’s kindness, shining heart, joy
begonia - kindness, happy days, confession of love, unrequited love
Hope these help!
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Turquoise and White Bouquet and Boutonniere by Posies & Pearls
#bouquet#boutonniere#bridal bouquet#bridesmaid bouquet#silk flowers#silk flower bouquet#silk flower boutonniere#wedding flowers#roses#sweetheart roses#hydrangea#baby's breath#gypsophila#white#blue#blue green#turquoise#teal#summer wedding#spring wedding#winter wedding#floral design#keepsake bouquet#keepsake boutonniere#silk wedding flowers#handmade#posiespearls
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When you’re unsure of which faux stems to go for, faux white Gypsophila is usually the answer 🍃
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A LITTLE STORY
She loved gypsophila. They're these little flowers that look like unopened buds. Delicate and tremulous, just like her. In Menor's garden, there were white ones, like her hair; blue ones, pure and bright, just like her eyes; lilac ones - Draco was sure that was the color of her soul... So soft yet strong, clear, strong-willed and so open with him. She was the one person Draco trusted with everything, she was the one on whom he could confide all the secrets, tell about his first incredibly tragic crush, about the fear that haunted him almost all his life, about the sleepless lonely nights spent trying not to go mad under the pressure of the Lord...
As a child, Draco had loved helping her in the garden. She was generally very fond of flowers, and each one differently. Roses, white roses - she loved roses with a special love, almost as much as gypsophila, but still different. Roses were her outlet, and gypsophiles were her soul. Marigolds were still growing in the garden - she had planted them in memory of her murdered sister. Orange, they held the same fire that had been in her heart. And her sister had loved that color, but her family denied it, but until her death, she'd secretly dressed in that color. Secretly from everyone, but not from her. Besides marigolds, there were also lilies. No one knows but Draco, she never told anyone who they were dedicated to. Only someone who knew the man well could understand that. And he was only opening himself up to Draco and her. The proudest and most formidable man Hogwarts had ever known, even he was able to open his soul to the welcoming warmth of her soul... And the last flowers, they grew amongst the vast array of plants, alone, in a corner. Draco himself had planted them. A red carnation, planted in honor of his one and still unrequited love...
She was very love flowers. Mother....
Bending over her poor, almost snow-white face, Draco ran through his memory of probably all the moments associated with her. Her smile as she listened to his accomplishments, her peaceful face as she tended the flowers in the garden, her worry when she learned of the Lord's arrival in Menor... Draco looked into her eyes and tried desperately to see there, instead of the lifeless emptiness, the familiar grin visible only to those closest to her... He placed a bouquet of gypsophila in her hand.
- They will be with you in a way that I cannot be. Goodbye mom, I love you..... - Tears rolled from eyes and voice trailed off shamefully. - I will remember you while I still am. Thank you, mom...
P. S. I hope the translation is correct, I really do
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More of my children are sprouting out of season! I’m so happy that the little greenhouses are working and once Dad has finished renovating the yard I’ll be able to move them to the actual garden bed hehe 🌱
Number 7: Zinnia (Early Wonder Mixed)
Number 8: Marigold (African Crackerjack)
Number 9: Gypsophila (Monarch White)
Number 10: (just one!) Sunflower (Dwarf Sunsation)
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