#Forget me nots are my favorite flower PERIOD.

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Top 5 flowers

OOH HMM

Forget me nots, sunflowers, roses, hydrangeas and lavenders 💐

(Also shoutouts to periwinkles and hyacinths)

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🏵️ [ROSETTE] What flower symbolizes your OC best and why? What does the flower mean in floriography?

Sam is fireweed. It’s a flower that grows in areas that have previously been burned by fire. It’s a symbol of rebirth and resilience, which suits Sam well. And the name is very fitting, Sam would be a weed if he was a flower: something that people disdain as useless or annoying but is still beautiful to the right person.

Lily is lily of the valley. She lives in Puddle which is in a valley, and her name is Lily. It’s a sweet flower that looks like something out of a fantasy novel. It’s a symbol of joy, sincerity, and luck, which suits Lily well. It’s one of my personal favorites!

Cale is dandelion. Like Cale, dandelions change shape. They are symbols of hope and perseverance. And dandelions are delightful flowers: they are edible, fun to play with, and bring joy to people. But yet they are humble as well, just like Cale.

Zeke is forget-me-not. It’s all in the name for this flower. Zeke has no memory of his past. Memory, remembrance, and forgetfulness are all important parts of his character. Forget-me-nots are delicate and sophisticated, which suits Zeke well. They are symbols of true love and respect, two things that form the basis of all the relationships Zeke treasures the most.

Mick is sycamore. It’s his last name so it seems fitting! He’s dependable and strong like a sycamore tree. They are symbols of divinity which aligns with Mick’s angelic nature. 

Vivian is red poppy. I’ve picked this flower for her more for the color than anything else. Red is Vivian’s color, and the black center of the poppy hints a little at her dark nature as a vampire. It’s also a flower to symbolize the threshold between life and death, and as a vampire and forensic pathologist, Vivian embodies that threshold as well. Relatedly, if Vivian was a fruit she’d be a pomegranate. 

Pat is white clover. This is perhaps a rather stereotypical choice for Pat, it’s the national flower of Ireland and he’s Irish. But I feel like it suits him too well to pick anything else. It’s another humble flower, it’s a symbol of luck, protection, and lightheartedness - all which Pat seems to either have, or have need of throughout his story. If Pat had a house with a lawn, he’d want a clover lawn for his kids to play on but also to provide food for bees.

🍃 [FALLEN LEAF] What’s the darkest period of time your OC has been through?

The hardest life for Sam was the life after his adoptive family were killed. We call this the Evil Sam life because he became completely rebellious and murderous and it ended in a very horrible way for him and his Keeper. He was in terrible grief over losing his family and it was further fueled by bad influences around him. Looking back, Sam hates this lifetime the most, he sees that version of himself as senseless and cruel. 

However, not far behind this life, is the life right after he was forced to forget his soulmate, Zipporah. We call this the Cult Leader Sam life, because Sam started a doomsday cult. That lifetime was one where Sam felt a deep-seated emptiness so terrible, it twisted his entire worldview into one where he felt the entire world should simply cease to exist, so he could cease too. That emptiness would carry over in part from this life to the next and so on, even into his Puddle life where at last it would be filled by Zipporah’s memory once more.

The only reason I say that life is not his darkest period is that, when Sam looks back on it, he feels it was the correct reaction to losing Zipporah. A world without Zipporah in it simply has no right to continue existing. We are very lucky Sam tried to do something about it back when he was in a lame human body, and we should hope he doesn’t try the same thing after he gets his full angelic form back!

Before Sam came to Puddle, Lily was relentlessly bullied and all her friends turned on her. She was ostracized for her weird behavior. While Lily felt she was much the same it was like suddenly everyone else was different. We could say this is because she was growing into her witch powers, but I think even if Lily wasn’t a witch this still would have happened. Lily felt she couldn’t talk to her parents about any of this, and had to handle it on her own. Some days all her secrets and troubles felt like too much. She considered running away without a word. But she loves her parents too much to do that. Luckily Sam, Cale, and Zeke come into her life and become her new friends, who love Lily and her weirdness.

When Cale is much older, his best friend Lily passes away of old age. They both had lots of time together and they were both prepared for this, but even still it hurts Cale a lot. At the same time, Cale’s friend Zeke is off somewhere in the world fighting his personal demons; and Sam is dead and gone (once again) so Cale can’t talk to him. Cale leans a little bit on his new Puddle friends and family for support, but there’s only so much they can say. The people who would understand Cale best in this difficult time, Zeke and Sam, aren’t around. So for a while, Cale stays in the woods in the form of a bear or sometimes a dog. He roams far and wide through the valley and even beyond it. He lives each day looking ahead only at the next one, thinking like a beast and not a man, until finally he’s ready to return to town.

Zeke’s life before he was Zeke was awful. He was named Cain then. Cain had a hard upbringing, and ended up on a dark path filled with loss and selfishness. His own hubris resulted in the death of his boyfriend Isaiah, and then later his own death.

But if we say Cain’s life is separate from Zeke’s, then Zeke’s darkest time is after his wife Delphinia is killed. This starts a chain of events that leads to Zeke’s imprisonment in a magical coffin, which is a tortuous time in his life; and then to the death of his son Samuel, in the same way Cain and Isaiah were killed as well. Zeke doesn’t even get a chance to breathe before a war starts and he’s tossed into that. He pretty much completely loses touch with his humanity, and embraces undeath fully as a way to numb himself to the pain and deal it out onto others instead. Zeke eventually comes back from this dark time, but the effects of it linger on him and he’s never quite the same person after.

Mick’s a pretty steady guy. He’s gone through dark times, arguably most of his human lives under control of the Order are dark times, but he’s a good little soldier about it and if he’s got any hard feelings about them he just files them away quietly.

I think there’s maybe two exceptions to this: in one lifetime, Mick had to execute Lucy, the nephilim child of the angels Ash and Orpheus. Lucy was Sam’s adoptive sister as well. While Lucy was evil and had to be stopped, she was still very young and much loved by all the angels, and it hurt Mick a great deal to have to be the one to stop her. 

In a subsequent life, Mick was the mentor of Adam, the nephilim child of Sami and Zach. One day Mick and Adam got into a fight with the corrupted angel Gabriel, resulting in Adam’s death by their hand. Mick has since blamed himself for Adam’s death, and Sami’s subsequent descent into madness and mourning. 

These deaths shook Mick to his core, and affect him even into the present.

Vivian had a rough childhood. In the beginning it was not so bad, she has vague happy memories of her father and mother. But after her mother was discovered to be a vampire, Vivian’s happy life was ripped away. Her mother ran away with her and then basically abandoned her to live in the care of a lodging house manager, who treated Vivian like a worker rather than a child. Vivian got so desperate that she jumped at the first chance at freedom, even if it would land her in a pirate crew of bloodthirsty vampires. So Vivian would probably consider this early part of her life her darkest time, and say everything following it was a breeze.

But it wasn’t all sunshine and roses from then on. After Vivian was turned into a vampire by Teutho, their relationship began to sour. She spent decades being miserable, yet there were enough good times stringed together where she convinced herself, it was not so bad and she was happy. Finally she realized she no longer loved Teutho, and left to go pursue her dreams of becoming a doctor - which would fail, but she was still happier failing at her dreams than not chasing them. If I had to pick I would say this was Vivian’s darkest period, even if she doesn’t see it that way. It was a time of emotional abuse and manipulation that left a deep impression on her.

When he was younger, Pat was rebellious and reckless, and developed a heavy reliance on alcohol. He fell in love with his wife Martha and they had two sons, and Pat began having a creeping feeling of deja vu. He was determined not to be like his father. He made an effort to always greet his boys with smiles and laughter, but it started being too much with his work and the alcohol and the bills piling up. One day Pat blacked out, he lost an entire day and when he woke up, he was in the hospital and told he had gone drinking, and various things happened, and he had been dead for a full minute. Pat did not want his sons to see him like this, but Martha brought them anyway. The looks on their faces was the wake up call he needed, and Pat sought out a therapist through his church, and went away to rehab. That day in the hospital was the worst day of Pat’s life, and he was determined never to repeat it. Since then, he tries very hard not to drink, and he’s learned to talk about his problems instead of bottle them up.

🥀 [WILTED ROSE] How good is your OC at meeting deadlines? What motivates them?

Sam waits until the last minute to start anything, he needs that deadline panic to really motivate him. If it’s something important he will do it to an excellent standard, it will appear as if he has been diligently working on it up to the deadline. If it’s something unimportant, which is totally up to Sam’s judgment, he will leave it unfinished or give up and then somehow blame the person who gave him the task in the first place.

Lily has the potential to be just as bad as Sam, but deadline panic makes her flustered and she is prone to making mistakes when flustered. Lily learns she does her best work when she makes a plan at the start and follows each step carefully. She motivates herself by tracking her progress using a log book, ribbons, and other cute things so the task turns into something fun rather than work. She will usually cajole one of her friends into giving her a reward, or treat herself to something nice, as a further motivation to finish things on time. 

Cale was raised to be hard working and obedient, so if he really commits to something he will always get it done on time. The way he does this varies wildly on the day and the task. Sometimes Cale does things bit by bit over time, other times he’ll rush everything at the end much like Sam. However, Cale is only motivated to do things if he sees the real, practical value in the task. If it’s something too vague or frivolous, he will simply ignore it, which can be a problem sometimes. His friends and family often rely on Cale’s desire to please them to motivate him. It becomes a game of asking Cale to do something in just the right way, with clear enough instructions for him to see the end goal.

Ezekiel always meets his deadlines. He lays out a plan for every step of his task and then follows through on it flawlessly. If he has to, he will sacrifice sleep, socializing, and food to meet his deadline. Zeke prides himself on being perfect and dependable, this is all the motivation he needs. If he’s competing with someone, that’s even better motivation because Zeke loves to prove his superiority to others. He’s the type to get extra motivated if there’s some kind of ranking system or medal at the end. 

Mick is very disciplined and always meets his deadlines. He might not write down a plan but he will certainly have one in his head that he’s following. He’s very stubborn about his plans, and it’s hard for him to adjust to surprises. He will stay on his plan and follow it until the task is complete, with some time right before the deadline for any last minute changes. He’s only learned to add that time recently after many lifetimes of dealing with unpredictable people. Other people are the bane of Mick’s existence when he’s working on something, he always finds himself in the project leader role and no one ever meets his standards. Mick is motivated by his innate willpower, but also, secretly, his desire to impress people.

Vivian can also be very disciplined like Mick, but she writes her plans down. She has journals that she uses to make plans very neatly, she enjoys stealing pens in different colors that she uses to make these plans. She’ll collect notes and do research as much as possible so she has everything she needs to execute her plan on time. But she doesn’t always meet her deadlines. Vivian’s flaw is that she needs to have a certain amount of work on her plate or she’ll lose all her motivation. Too little and she won’t feel sufficient pressure to follow through on all her careful plans. Too much and she gets overwhelmed, her plans go out the window and suddenly she’s not getting anything done. This is why Vivian often has little background projects going on, such as writing a paper or trying to piece together a cold case; she needs this extra bit of work in her schedule to motivate her to do everything else.

Pat is average. He usually meets his deadlines, if he doesn’t he has a good excuse such as family. Pat will work overtime if he has to, to stick to his commitments. He’s not as rigid as Mick in his approach to work, nor does he require the same workload balancing act as Vivian to stay motivated. Pat is simply the type to do his work on time to the best of his ability. He considers himself a man of his word, and if he promises something he’ll try his hardest to fulfill it.

[starrysnowdrop]

What is your character's favourite type of flower and why? If someone were to make your character a bouquet of flowers, what kinds would they find there? Would they include anything unconventional like fruits/vegetables/etc.?

Ohhh this is such a great ask, and certain flowers are especially important to Hali’s story, because of their symbolism and what they mean to her and to Aymeric, the man she loves. I’ll go through them one by one.

Flower Symbolism 🪷 Hali Aloke

Water Lilies and Lotuses

Growing up, water lilies and lotuses were always Hali’s favorite flowers, because she was fascinated with how they exclusively grow in water and bloom on the surface of ponds and such. They are symbolic of Hali herself, as her given name means “sea, ocean”, and her surname means “enlightenment”. A common color of both flower varieties is a vibrant pink, which is also why I made Hali’s hair color pink in the first place. Hali also wears a Thavnairian perfume made from the essence of water lilies, as a nod to the flowers that symbolize her. Because he wanted to remember her scent when she was away, Aymeric bought some candles with the same water Lily scent of Hali’s perfume.

Snowdrops

If you were to ask Hali what is her favorite flower, for most of her life she would have said “water lilies”, but if you asked her the same question after the events of this fic HERE, then she would say “snowdrops”. This is because Aymeric gives her a hair ornament adorned with snowdrops, tells her that she reminds him of the flowers, stating:

“Snowdrops are among the first flowers of the year to bloom, and some are seen as early as the first astral moon. They are a symbol of new beginnings, of hope and rebirth, and the ability to overcome the hardest of challenges. These are all things that you have given my people, and to myself. It seemed most fitting that you should be gifted with the flowers that remind me of you.”

From that moment forward, Hali cherished snowdrops more than any other flower, because the snowdrop hair ornament was the most thoughtful gift anyone had ever given her, and because Aymeric also gave her the pet name “my snowdrop”. For Aymeric, snowdrops remind him of Hali, but for Hali, they remind her of him.

Tulips

Because snowdrops aren’t generally used for bouquets, or at least used as accent flowers only, a better variety of flower to use as a main flower in a bouquet for Hali would be tulips. Like snowdrops, tulips are a late winter/early spring flower, and they symbolize happiness, hope, and love, all perfect for Hali. I imagine Aymeric would choose pink ones to match her hair.

Forget-Me-Nots

Lastly, another flower that suits Hali and Aymeric specifically are forget-me-nots. These flowers are, just like the name suggests, symbolize remembrance, and a flower usually given to someone in hopes that the person remembers the you while you are apart, which is perfect for Hali and Aymeric when their duties must keep them apart for long periods of time. They are also a late winter/early spring flower, same as tulips and snowdrops, and they have the added bonus of being blue, the couple’s favorite color.

I hope I wasn’t too long winded there, but flower symbolism is one of my favorite things to write about. Thank you @gatheredfates for such a wonderful ask!! 🥰💖

[murmurmurl]

oc ramble yippee

time to talk about Hiroto and his dynamic with Toshiro!!!! sibling angst, my favorite,,,,

I mentioned this already, but their relationship isn't bad. It's just distant. It contrasts pretty significantly with Seina and her sibling, but I'll talk about them more after designing Taru (the sibling)

Hiroto wants to be a good older brother, he really does! And there was definitely a period of time when the two were very close, where Toshiro would come to Hiroto for every little thing. It was nice, really, especially considering the situation with their parents, who are also pretty distant. However, as they both grew, Hiroto started making more and more excuses, spending less time at home in general, and eventually, it turned into them barely interacting despite even their rooms being right next to each other.

Hiroto doesn't like this. He only recently and slowly started realizing this pattern, but isn't sure what to do. He hangs out with Tsukasa a lot and really admires him for how good of an older brother he is, but is kind of embarrassed about maybe asking for advice on this.

Toshiro seems to almost entirely blame themself. I already mentioned that they tend to put a lot of pressure on themself to be "good enough", and they feel like they just don't deserve for Hiroto to give them as much attention as he used to when they were little.

It's a little awkward between them. Especially after Hiroto does fully realize that, woops, that's not very cool and awesome! He tries to spend time with Toshiro again, but it ends up,, not being very fun. Again, mostly awkward.

I'm all over the place and can't focus properly, but uhm. Realized I'm not talking much just about Hiroto's personality. He's very different to Toshiro, quiet, sometimes seems almost serene, but in reality the guy is just really anxious and most of his almost non-existent expressions are happening in his head. He could be having the worst or the best day of his life, or panicking, but his expression will just stay ":)"

And as I mentioned in the first post about him, he's a big fan of flowers and specifically forget-me-nots! Back when him and Toshiro were still a little closer, he would visit Fumi's family flower shop a lot, and that's what pushed Fumi and Toshiro to get to know each other, though they didn't *really* become friends until H♡L.

Hiroto is someone who looks like he's got everything under control, but he's FREAKING OUT internally. Taru knows about it and is usually the one to handle whatever necessary talking there is. Toshiro also tries his best whenever he has a chance, wanting to be useful. Though his speech tends to be pretty,, abstract.

Hiroto also has a surprising passion for food! He knows all the good places around where he lives and often drags his unit members to try something new. Sometimes he even drags Toshiro along. If you ask him about his favorite food... you will never get an answer, because Hiroto will probably start with saying one or two things, but end up listing off EVERYTHING, every dish he's ever liked (and there's a lot of them).

I also wanted to talk about Surfer (their cat) more because I think it's funny. He fucking DESPISES Hiroto. He's very much Toshiro's cat, but even though Hiroto loves him too, this orange thing does NOT tolerate him AT ALL. It's a mystery for everyone, including Hiroto. And, probably, Surfer as well. He's actually kind of a little shit, but everyone tends to forgive him. He's more sweet with Toshiro, but even with them still acts like the most evil creature you've ever encountered. Somehow, though, Surfer also doesn't mind Matsu. He doesn't exactly love him, but sometimes would show a little bit of affection. Nearly eery time this happens, Hiroto is somewhere near, so maybe the cat just hates him THAT much and wants to show it, no one really knows. It's very funny for me to imagine tbh,,

[the-knaves-world]

Welcome To The Knaves World

Here you will find The Knaves Lover in Their own Little Reading Nook.

Best Not To Disturb Them, The Knave Quite Detests Her Lover Being Disturbed....However, They Quite Seem To Like The Extra Company.

About me

Amaryllis, 20's, they/them but anything works if you are polite about it! 💋

Ask me about my OP asf self insert for genshin or my average, magicless human self insert for TWST!

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DNI/BYF

Selfships

Masterlist

About Me

WIP List

Mains List

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Bats, foxes and snakes are my favorite animals 

Favorite flower: Lily if the Valley, Forget-me-nots!

Favorite food: Orange chicken!

Favorite color: it varies often but shades of deep blue and dark greens

Favorite songs: Currently

Glass Piano by Kathleen

Can't Catch Me Now by Olivia Rodrigo

Hunter Moon by Kate Rusby

Lover In The Sky by Reinaeiry

The Haunting (Somewhere in Time) by Kamelot, Simone Simons

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Everything will be aged up 18+

Just don't steal my writing, I don't think anyone will but point remains.

I WILL NOT WRITE PERIOD:

Rape

Incest/stepcest/adopted siblings

Pe*ophilia

Beast*ality

Vore

What I don't write for request:

Drugging

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HAVE THE DAY YOU DESERVE! 💗💕

[coollyinterferes]

What flower or plant do you associate your muse with?

unprompted asks 【always accepting】

In a more "personality wise" kind of way? I’d say Sunflowers, for a variety of reasons.

Even though sunflowers can be dismissed by some people as some kind of “unassuming” flower sometimes, they can be pretty tough, and that alone is a parallel between them already, with how often the fandom discredits Speedwagon based on a bunch of silly ooc reasons and mid takes despite everything we see about him in canon and so on. But, delving a bit more into it -fair warning: this is going to be yet another long post, so I hope that's okay!-, sunflowers can survive in harsh conditions, and which is something Speedwagon has been dealing with all of his life himself as well (in his case being extreme poverty, constant violence, illness and al kinds of horrible shit going on around him, all paired up with the harsh environment and weather that is a constant in Ogre Street). This next one is a kinda odd/dark one but, since we mention climate: sunflowers can also survive extreme heat, and which coincidentally relates in a way to something that Robert went through and survived years after PB, being this that time in which he nearly died in the Texas desert, shortly after striking oil there.

Sunflowers can also adapt fairly well to changes and can survive periods of drought with minimal water. In Robert’s case, that can translate into the many changes he goes through over his lifetime, from being some orphan and homeless child no one gave a shit about, to making his own way up the chain and becoming a feared and respected gang-leader, to eventually bettering himself and adhering to a more ‘normal’ and honorable lifestyle, to becoming a 2nd father/father figure to George and Joseph, to striking oil and becoming an oil tycoon and a successful businessman (along with getting some formal education along the way as he’d never really received a full and formal education before), to becoming insanely rich and also one of the most influential men in the world and never letting any of that impact him negatively, to becoming the owner and CEO of his own Foundation and everything he did through it, plus allllll the adjusting that he had to go through with each step, as well as his many encounters with the supernatural and everything this entails for a regular human like him. Lots of changes, some bigger, some more remarkable, and some wilder than others. Tons of hardships and TONS of hardwork and effort on his end as basically none of this was handed to him freely and, judging by what we see of him in Part 2 and the balanced mesh we see between his “bettered self” with those bits of his old “rowdy (sometimes criminal) self” that have always been there, I would say he adapted quite well!

Not to mention that they also share some similarities in appearance color wise and how one could compare the sunflower’s yellow petals and black/brown disk flowers with Robert’s blond hair and (thick) dark eyebrows, but maybe that’s just my love for this guy speaking on this one lol.

There’s also the whole thing with sunflowers and the Sun, and how sunflowers “follow” the Sun and, like most other plants, are able to thrive with the aid and the gentle touch and light they receive from the Sun. And here one could see the parallels between this and the relationship and bond between Jonathan and Speedwagon. Sun and sunflower, respectively, though not exclusively as, despite fan claims, Speedwagon did influence Jonathan too and helped him grow as a person as well (it was implied in canon that the positive impact was deep and also mutual).

Now, flowers I associate with Robert based solely on his personal preference? Forget-me-nots would be the answer. It’s one of his favorite flowers due to their sometimes gentle, sometimes vibrant, colors, whether it is the blue ones or the purple/pink ones, or even the white ones (with his preferred of them all being the blue ones). The legends and reasons behind their different names in some places around the world only added to his liking for these flowers. For example (taken from Saint Google):

“The common name, Forget Me Not, comes from a German legend about a knight who died trying to get the flowers for his lover and called out with his last breath, “Forget me not!”” ((I don’t even have to mention that Robert's gayass is not only a bit of a romantic fool in canon but that side of his is also kept intact in my writing, so… yeah~~))

[kumikko]

thank you for the tag @cinammonelles <3 i love seeing you on my dash (and also i love getting tagged but i forget if i don't do it as soon as i see it bahaha)

First ship ever in your life: really good question, i didn't know people were shipping characters for the longest time, but uhhh either madoka and homura or sawako and kazehaya. those are the likely starters

The ultimate three ships: hmmmm,,, satosugu, asheiji, and uhhhhhh honestly everything else is kinda just there. not a massive shipper where i ride or die, but those two just pulled me through

The first crush (Fictional Character/Fandom): so i don't get crushes easily (i just like characters a lot), but the closest to a first crush fictional character would probably be oz vessalius from pandora hearts (and it slowly turned into i want to be him, and then that went downhill)

Last Song: shit talk - sufjan stevens

Last Movie: oh interesting question. most likely "The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 2". i watched that last week and exploded. (big hunger games marathon that day. first time watching them)

Favorite Flower: forget-me-nots (but there are so many pretty ones but those are so fun/ i planted forget-me-nots in 2nd grade in my mom's garden without her knowing and they're still there to this day) (they're probably an invasive species but they stay in their corner)

Currently Reading (you can add a link): just finished radio silence by alice oseman for the third time! moving onto warbreaker by brandon sanderson. also reading "what you are looking for is in the library" by michiko aoyama but very periodically since there are 5 stories in the book and im on the 4th story. might wanna start reading tgcf vol. 7 but still debating on whether a e-pub version would be good for me since i plan to buy a physical version when i fly back home.

Currently Watching: currently? frieren: beyond journey's end, the amazing world of gumball, skip and loafer again (idk which round this is tbh), jjk s2, and i guess one piece (technically)

Last thing I wrote- ship/Fandom?: uhhh... uhhhhh.... i don't write often! last thing i've published online was like 8 years ago. nothing for fandoms, just my brain making up characters and situations.

Currently writing (you can add a link): that said,,,, i am writing out my oc story (still figuring out best format) but writing out the story wouldn't hurt anyone, especially if it's just for me right now. (the story is lost constellations! follows cass and her adventures of trying to reconnect with a friend that she dearly misses. but they're kinda like parallel lines, in that their trajectory is going further and further away from each other in opposite directions) i am doing an oc-tober challenge on my instagram @raspcha and i plan to publish the art pieces here (@raspcha) soon, i just have to get over the activation energy of posting on socials haha

tag just whoever sees this and wants to do it! my brain is shut off for the night

[mosscapereality]

🌺 Hibiscus, 🍓Berry, and 🪴Fern for the ask game if you'd like

And why do you eat moss?

Wait

No

No need

There are few that can resist the rich soft delicacy

You're absolutely right about the moss!

And for the ask game:

🌺What is your favorite flower?:

I have many favorites but I really like forget-me-nots and orange lilies. Forget-me-nots are adorable and I like what they symbolize. Orange lilies are something I saw a lot as a kid so they remind me of those good old times.

🍓Have you ever been foraging?:

Yes! The forests near me are filled with blueberries and lingonberries, sometimes even wild strawberries! They're all very tasty!

🪴Do you keep houseplants? If so, what kind?:

I do, but not that many. I have four different types if cacti, one English ivy and one random plant that I was given that I do not know the name of. I used to have more plants but they didn't exactly thrive in my care. The only plants I can usually keep alive for long periods of time are cacti.

[unreadpoppy]

Hey hey 😎

candlelight; what did you dream about last night?

cuddly; what’s your favorite time period?

cupcake; favorite flower/plant?

daisies; describe a moment when you felt free

fluffy; ocean or mountain?

Candlelight: I don’t remember last night’s dream but the most recent that I remember, I had gone to the Ukraine to watch the Eurovision, but it was kinda weird cause it had acts from many different years (Russia 2016 and Italy 2019) and the stage looked like an olds schools stage, and Natalia was there, and for some weird reason I just came back to Brazil and asked her to keep me updated, and when I got here I put black dye on my hair but it turned all colorful and some parts even got bleached and white and really damaged (which is weird cause I hadn’t bleached it before hand and it was like box dye black). And my mom found out and was pissed and then later I wanted to go back to the Ukraine but I couldn’t

Cuddly: Afternoon and nighttime. Edit: I don’t it my time period it was day time period or historical time period but if it’s historical than I really like Elizabethan and Victorian era for the aesthetic and Italian Rennaiscense because it has some of my favorite historical figures and arts and culture (and it gave me a 10 in history and the assassins creed games and I also like the aesthetic)

Cupcake: white roses and forget-me-nots

Daises: I don’t really know if I had one of those but I think the closest to it was whenever I performed on stage and when my mom let me wonder alone in the shopping mall (did I get lost? Yes but it was fun and I bought a book!)

Fluffy: Ocean, cause I love the seas and ocean

Thank you!!!

[cedargrove]

Pass the happy! 💖 When you get this, if you want to!, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications!

i love this thread going around! Here we go guys; be on the lookout if you liked a picture of mine recently :)

1. kittens. specifically my newest one whose name is snickers! we got him so we would have something to do during the quarantining period and so far he has been a bundle of joy. he likes to chew on fingers and arms though so we have to be extra careful haha.

2. dungeons and dragons. i started playing my senior year of high school, honestly best decision ever. i grew way closer with my friends and it helped me make more in college. i feel so lucky to have made so many connections because of a small hobby.

3. american sign language. i am hard of hearing myself, so having a good thing to rely on when my hearing goes *poof* (it might not but hey you never know). also its such a fun language to learn. and the deaf community is absolutely incredible!

4. forget me nots. no real reason, they’re just small and pretty and my favorite flower. haha.

5. water. idk guys. i’m drinking it right now. you need it to live... haha

[ihavenoconsistentname]

Rose, pigment, murky, parchment, 1975

rose; favorite flower?

Probably hibiscus or rose, I also like forget me nots

murky; biggest fear?

Uuhhhmmm probably either losing the people I love and care about or almost dying then surviving and having to live in pain the rest of my life

pigment; what color is your hair naturally? if you could dye it any color which one would you choose?

My hair is naturally like brown that is kind of blackish—I'd want that but with the lower part highlighted light faded bluish and light faded purplish because that's similar to how it is now and it's kinda pretty

parchment; favorite book?

The Little Prince, it's a cute book

1975; if you could time travel to any time period, what would it be and why?

Probably Medieval times because I just find the knights and stuff interesting,, medieval stuff sounds cool plus I have this oddly extreme infatuation with the bubonic plague lol

[sasorikigai]

Yellow chrysanthemums and forget-me-nots for Hanzo. Both of these flowers are having the similar meaning when it comes to devotion and long-lasting of feelings, while yellow chrysanthemum can also mean both rebirth and sorrow, along with forget-me-nots representing the remembrance during parting or after death.

If my muse were a plant or flower, what would they be? || @sonxflight || accepting 

I definitely associate Hanzo with yellow chrysanthemums, because their blossom signifies neglected love or sorrow. Japanese associate chrysanthemums with power and royalty. It is also offered as gifts to celebrate autumn, as the flower blooms during this period, and it’s befitting, because autumn is Hanzo’s favorite season. The chrysanthemum's yellow flower symbolizes the sun and the light (immortality) in Japan and those two are what I associate with Hanzo’s redemptive arc, especially in his default verse after MKX and during the events of MK11. The Japanese have proclaimed the chrysanthemum as their national symbol, and celebrate the 'Festival of Happiness' every year in honor of the chrysanthemum. It’s literally the ‘essence of the Sun,’ as its bloom is shaped like the luminescent Sun. They believe that a chrysanthemum petal at the bottom of a wine glass will bring you a happy and healthy life. In general, chrysanthemums are believed to represent happiness, love, longevity and joy, all the things I want Hanzo Hasashi to have in his life. 

Forget-Me-Not plants symbolize true love. The forget-me-not flowers are a medium, "true blue". And as the name suggests, they are given or used to decorate gifts with the hope the recipient will not forget the giver. It also symbolizes faithful love and memories. They also symbolize remembrance – both during a parting or after a death. It can also be used to symbolize a connection that endures all challenges and measure of time. That could be a friendship or any other kind of loyalty you may have. 

[pikablob]

Emerald, Salmon, Malachite, Scarlet, Permanent Geranium Lake?

Emerald: Favorite thing about yourself? - my creativity!!

Malachite: Something you love? - the period just before sunset on a warm night :))

Scarlet: Favorite book? - either Frostheart by Jamie Littler, or Nightlights by Lorena Alvarez

Permanent Geranium Lake: Favorite flower? - probably Forget-me-nots

[blankdblank]

Anaticula Pt 62

April first, through the confetti filled halls giggles spread welcoming you into your 19th year reminding the students and teachers alike just how young you were in the face of all of this. A dinner at home was the ending to it with most heading off to their own bed while you stayed up with your father, there was a juice toast over alcohol as you had shared your mental frailty you were hoping to hide with alcohol. A truth Sirius and the men knew well and agreed to join you in your sober days and nights in a form of solidarity.

*

That lunch however brought a familiar face into the Great Hall.

Hermione, “Harry. That's Katie. Katie Bell.”

Harry popped up and approached her, “Katie. How are you?”

Lowly she replied, “I know you're going to ask, Harry, but I don't know who cursed me. I've been trying to remember, honestly. But I just can't. Jaqi did say she got a fragmented memory from me.” She continued softer, “Said something about gathering more evidence, said it wasn’t isolated, whatever that means.”

Harry nodded muttering back, “Nothing seems to be isolated anymore.”

Her hand settled on his shoulder snapping his eyes to hers, “She knows who it is and is watching them, all the Professors are just like Quirrell.” The statement calmed him but only a little, “We have to not know, or like with Umbridge we’ll all let them know.”

“Makes sense…” In her turn to take her seat he remained in place turning his head to see you talking to Barty and Snape remembering the secret being kept from you and he began to hate this war the longer he thought about the weight of all you had faced in these halls and were still facing in the hopes of protecting him and countless others.

*

‘Jaqi, please come.’ The tear smudged note was simple and right as your first class let out you opened one of the windows to your classroom and shifted to fly out to Hagrid’s hut. Shifting back just outside the front steps you turned your head hearing distant sobs making you hurry after them. “Hagrid?!”

Further into the trees you heard it growing louder between your raged breaths until you came to a stop on the edge of the Acromantula territory. Looking around curiously at the oddly silent creatures you called out again, “Hagrid?!” Cautiously entering the first inches of web coated earth, the further you got the still creatures stood watch of your entrance and approach to Hagrid, who was kneeling in front of a wheezing Aragog curled up on his belly making you draw closer open mouthed.

“Aragog..” Crouching beside Hagrid your hand reached out to pat his leg closest to you.

Lowly Aragog spoke, “There you are, little one. I have a favor to ask you.”

“of course” you whispered.

“Keep watch over Hagrid and my children. You are strong and will see them safely into the future as we have protected you.”

Weakly you chuckled feeling a tear roll down your cheek, “You don’t have to ask, you’re practically family.”

Aragog stated, “One more thing,” You nodded, “When I am gone, I want you to have my heart.” Parting your lips, “I am aware of the rarity of a fully matured heart of my kind, Hagrid made mention of it in use for one of your potions, I want you to have mine. I am too old to face the darkness coming at your sides, have my heart and use me how I can be useful.”

Weakly in Hagrid’s sobs you replied, “Okay.”

Together you sat with him and when he’d passed you helped Hagrid bring his body out to the hut preventing the young ones from eating his body and allowed them to decide the new leader of the grounds. Inside the hut Hagrid went as you said, “Why don’t you put the kettle on?” Tearfully he nodded knowing what you had to do and that he didn’t want to see it. Until he was inside you waited to magically separate the chest plate and disconnect the silvery blue glowing heart with a foot of glowing veins you left in tact to jar up. The opening sealed behind it on its own as your hand reached out to stroke his chest, “I’m going to miss running into you, and all our adventures.”

Leaving him outside under a sheet of forget-me-nots you conjured you turned from his body to the hut to console your friend who pulled the whistling kettle off the hook above the flames when you entered. Through the open door when his eyes hit you they shifted to the colored blanket in the field of green, “Oh,” he let out a touched exhale, “You remembered his favorite flowers.”

Grinning at him you said, “How could I forget?” Leaving the door open you sat with him at his side discussing the plans he had tried to formulate for where to bury Aragog with only a spot under a twisted oak tree where he used to hide under to visit Hagrid between his classes in free periods before his expulsion and after when he took the job as groundskeeper.

A headstone was sketched up and with a note to Harry sent off to join you for the funeral and dinner you reluctantly had to return to classes and left Hagrid to tend to some of his duties.

*

Ron, “Still no luck with figuring out Jaqi and Dumbledore, then, I take it?”

Harry was ready to scoff after another letter to meet Dumbledore had arrived, “Luck. That's it. All I need's a bit of luck.”

Finding his Liquid Luck vial he uncorked it and downed the whole thing and sat still waiting for it to take effect while Ron asked, “Well, how do you feel?”

All at once Harry grinned, “Excellent. Really excellent. Right. I'm going down to Hagrid's.”

Hermione, “What? No, Harry, you've got to go and speak to Dumbledore. We have a plan.”

“I know but, but I've got a good feeling about Hagrid's. I feel it's the place to be tonight. Do you know what I mean?”

Ron and Hermione said, “No.”

“Well, trust me, I know what I'm doing. Or Felix does. Besides, Jaqi did say to check in on him.”

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On his way to Hagrid’s Hut he ran into Slughorn sneaking some clippings from one of the greenhouse windows, and jumped out when he noticed Harry, “Merlin's beard, Harry!”

“Sorry, sir. I should've announced myself. Cleared my throat, coughed. You probably feared I was Professor Sprout.”

“Yes, I did, actually. What makes you think that?”

“Well, just the general behavior, sir. The sneaking around, the jumping when you saw me. Are those Tentacula leaves, sir? They're very valuable, aren't they?”

“Ten Galleons a leaf to the right buyer. Not that I'm familiar with any such back alley transactions, but one does hear rumors. My own interests are purely academic, of course.”

“Personally, these plants always kind of freaked me out.”

“Exactly how did you get out of the castle, Harry?”

“Through the front door, sir. I'm off to Hagrid's. He's a very dear friend and I fancied paying him a visit. So if you don't mind, I will be going now.”

“Harry!” Slughorn called out when Harry turned to walk off.

“Sir?” He asked turning around for a moment.

“It's nearly nightfall. Surely you realize I can't allow you to go roaming the grounds by yourself.”

“Jaqi is waiting for me. If you still argue with letting me off alone, well, then, by all means, come along, sir.”

Halfway Slughorn stated after hearing a howl from the forest, “Harry, I must insist you accompany me back to the castle immediately!”

“That would be counterproductive, sir.”

“And what makes you say that?”

“No idea.”

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Slightly stunned to see him as you drew the forget-me-nots back you named the approaching Professor, “Horace.”

Ignoring you out of shock for the creature belly up in front of you, he said, “Merlin's beard. Is that an actual Acromantula?”

“A dead one, I think, sir.” Nearing your side Harry asked, “What happened to Aragog?”

Asking Hagrid Slughorn said, “Good God. Dear fellow, however did you manage to kill it?”

Hagrid tearfully said, “Kill it? Me oldest friend, he was.”

Slughorn, “I'm so sorry, I didn't...”

Hagrid waved his hand, “Don't worry yourself, you're not alone. Seriously misunderstood creatures, spiders are. It's the eyes, I reckon. They unnerve some folk.”

Harry said drawing their eyes to him, “Not to mention the pincers.”

Hagrid looked him over, “Yeah, I reckon that too.”

Slughorn, “Hagrid, the last thing I wish to be is indelicate...but Acromantular venom is uncommonly rare. Would you allow me to extract a vial or two? Purely for academic purposes, you understand. Always have a ampoule or two about my person for just such occasions as this. Old Potions Master's habit, you know.”

Hagrid shook his hand, “Afraid not, Horace, Aragog willed his useful parts to Jaqi.” Slughorn looked you over as you turned to charm a large enough hole under the tree, whose roots shifted to allow you to do so and remain upright. “I wish you could've seen him in his prime. Magnificent, he was. Just magnificent.”

Harry eyed your move to raise Aragog with your wand revealing small tufts of hair and the tiny gripping toes on his legs you had removed for future use, “Oh, dear.”

Slughorn neared Hagrid’s side as you walked back laying the flowers over his body again in the hole, “Would you like me to say a few words?”

Hagrid nodded through a sniffle, “Yes.”

Slughorn, “He had a family, I trust?”

Harry chuckled out, “Oh, yeah.”

Slughorn looked from him to Aragog again, “Farewell...”

Hagrid sobbed out, “Aragog.”

With a nod he continued, “Farewell, Aragog......King of the arachnids. Your body will decay...but your spirit lingers on. And your human friends find solace in the loss they have sustained.” Gently over his body the roots folded around him and you eased the dirt back into the hole topped with a simple headstone the duo of Chimeras exited the forest alongside the herd of Centaurs to lay offerings on his grave and bow respectfully to Hagrid for his lost friend.

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Inside while you sipped on a butterbeer the men downed another ale while you looked at Harry, who was grinning as he stroked Fang’s head. “I had him from an egg, you know. Tiny little thing he was when he hatched. No bigger than a Pekinese. A Pekinese, mind you.”

Slughorn, “How sweet. I once had a fish. Francis. He was very dear to me. One afternoon I came downstairs, and he'd vanished.”

Hagrid hiccupped, “That's very odd, isn't it?”

Slughorn nodded, “It is, isn't it? But that's life, I suppose. You go along and then suddenly, poof! It was a student who gave me Francis. One spring afternoon I discovered a bowl on my desk... with just a few inches of clear water in it. And floating on the surface was a flower petal. As I watched, it sank. Just before it reached the bottom... it transformed...into a wee fish. It was beautiful magic. Wondrous to behold. The flower petal had come from a lily.”

His eyes switched to you and Harry, “Came with this pocket watch, used to sing when it was opened, a song only I could hear, topped with a topaz bird on the lid. Your mother. And aunt. The day I came downstairs... the day the bowl was empty...the watch stopped singing… was the day your mothers...I know why you're here. But I can't help you. It would ruin me.”

Harry answered while you sipped on your drink, “I don’t want that memory. Do you know why we survived, Professor? The night I got this?” He asked rubbing his scar, “Because of them. My father, mother, aunt and cousin. Because my mother sacrificed herself. Because Jewels refused to speak. Because Jaqi was blocking most of my body with hers. Because they refused to step aside. Because their love was more powerful than Voldemort.”

In your rise to shift Hagrid into a kitten to take him off to bed in his nodding off, Slughorn mumbled, “Don't say his name.”

“I'm not afraid of the name, Professor. I'm going to tell you something. Something others have only guessed at. It's true. I am the Chosen One. Only I can destroy him,” With a sigh your eyes closed for a moment after tucking Hagrid into his bed listening to what Harry said, “but in order to do so... I need to know what Dumbledore said to get that secret from you. Not the secret, but his actions or words in trying to get it. He’s scared of Jaqi, and I don’t know why. Be brave, Professor. Be brave like my mother. Like Aunt Jewels. Otherwise, you disgrace them. Otherwise, they died for nothing. Otherwise, the watch will never sing again and the bowl will remain empty forever.”

Slughorn replied drawing out his wand he tapped to his head, “Please, don't think badly of me when you see it. You've no idea what he was like, even then.”

The vial once capped was pocketed by Harry and when you entered again Slughorn said to you, “Jaqi, I believe it best we get young Harry back inside, and perhaps I might secure a few ounces of that venom you have obtained.”

Flashing him a grin you joined Harry up the steps on the long walk to the castle, in which Harry folded the vial that kept sliding up out of his pocket in the tall steps into your palm allowing your mind to tap into it seeing the memory.

Wine had flowed and even in the drunken haze you caught Dumbledore’s pressing every emotional button he had knowledge of on Slughorn, even to the point of charming a table into a wall and shouting at him until he handed the warped memory over.

Separating a small portion of venom out you said, “I have an exam in the morning. Here is the venom,” a regretful look flashed in his eyes and you smiled at him, “I am a little tired, perhaps we could have lunch tomorrow instead?”

Smiling in return he replied, “What a lovely exchange, I look forward to it. Sleep well.” Not waiting for an answer he turned and you turned the opposite way resting your arm on Harry’s back guiding him along.

Harry, “Could you see the memory?”

You nodded, “Yes, all but threw him against the wall. He is getting ruthless in this game of his.”

Harry looked up at you, “Are you sleeping better? You don’t seem as tired.”

With a grin you looped your arm over his shoulders making him grin wider, “Well Mr Chosen One, I’m not being attacked by bludgers on the regular so the exercises help to tire me out.”

Harry, “That is good.”

*

Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw Quidditch match. Gryffindor wins 450 to 140, the final match of the year was only topped by your expected absence for a week to start the Quidditch League Cup. Many had hoped for it to be in England this year, though due to a late raid in the season, partly due to a half tipsy admission of yours in your last dinner at the Manor with Riddle that Scotland’s best stadium had just barely missed out on hosting the event. The London stadium was left well beyond repair two weeks before the event and word was sent out the newly reinforced stadium would host the games.

Press had gone wild in the final event. Each team had faced scrutiny, and especially as the only female on the team in a confirmed relationship a whisper had grown to a roar in the bump of your weight back up from your more thinning frame had let fly that you were expecting and keeping mum to not spoil the games. Rumor was enough but in the approach of the other teams and a stolen glimpse of one player from the Wanderers in your morning workout. On the day of arrival to the tiny camp set up for players, a view of your toned belly being unbound revealing warming packs for the early morning chill spread a grin across his face and he bolted back to share the trick behind your aiding to some minor ailment, not a hidden baby bump being disguised.

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Ballycastle Bats, Wigtown Wnderers, Caerphilly Catapults and your team the Kenmare Kestrals were the top four teams up for the League Title this year.

In order you were split into pairs and with a day between each game the non playing teams enjoyed the games in the private teams box surprisingly free of any strategy. Merely cheers, ooh’s and oww’s for each play until the final play was made and painfully the Bats stole away the first win and celebrated through the following day joined by the other three teams eager to see how the next games would go.

Irritatingly enough after a sleepless night of sending more House Elves to snatch dozens of Muggles and Wizards alike you sat sipping on your energy boosting potion to keep from getting dizzy. The fizzy orange soda like drink making your eyes all but pop open wider when you downed the last sip. It wasn’t useless as right off the first grip of the Quaffle the bludgers seemed to focus right on you, as they should, to disable your team’s thief. But in their focused plan to avoid another loss by your devious antics Cedric laughed in the ten minute mark triggering the final horns calling the game as he held the Snitch securing your win 195 – 40. Giggling at the absurdity of it all you made your way to the after luncheon and then went to your room to try and get some sleep.

The pair of wins, both equally upsetting to fans expecting games to go quite the opposite the world seemed to split between crowds of green flooded with harp memorabilia for your favor and bats to play to your opponents. But Ireland seemed to be the top runners either way.

Fully loaded the family box sat, at least for the first day, as the single with an estimated 4 hour match grew into a two and a half day onslaught pausing each four hours for meals and every eight for an allowed ten hour break to sleep and ready for the match to continue up again. It never seemed to end but a final standing score from you came just moments before your slide off your broom onto Fred below you in your lack of time to avoid the unconscious beater George had accidentally knocked straight into your path. Into Fred’s lap you were settled and the horns rang out as the opposing seeker caught the Snitch giving you a staggering five point lead in the 1045 – 1040 point spread. All in all it was over and you all let out an exhausted breath and sat together on the winner’s block in contorted piles each supporting the trophy over your heads with your extended wands for lack of physical strength to hold the fifty pound behemoth.

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The press seemed to rush you through the next week as interviews and dinner parties, including one with the Minister of Magic, in which he tried to scoop you and Harry into accepting roles as giving interviews showing allegiance to the ministry. An offer you said you would share with Harry upon your return, which fell on the birthday breakfast for Professor Sprout, in which you gained a giddy squeak from her handing over some rare cuttings she had been wishing to travel for you heard her mention in passing weeks prior.

Eventually the excited questions died down and focus returned to the courses and exams coming up you were prepping the younger students for while aiding the elders in extra practice for their OWLS and NEWTS in scheduled smaller groups on set days in each home room.

Pt 63

[bootyful-seventeen]

Rose, sun, oasis, rainbow, 1975

rose; favorite flower?

I don’t exactly know cuz I only know maybe 6? Or 7 type of flowers? But I like forget-me-nots, lilacs and roses

sun; favorite season

Spring!!!!!!

oasis; dream destination? 

I’ve wanted to go to Japan ever since I was a kid and it’s still my top destination after so many years omg. There’s a lot that I’ve seen and heard about in Japan that pulls my interest that really makes me wanna go but I know I’d annoy most some of the locals cuz my initial reaction to happiness and/or a surprise is to yell

rainbow; what’s your sexuality?

Still a little confused but I’m going with bi cuz girls are nice too

1975; if you could time travel to any time period, what would it be and why?

Any old period cuz I’m a hoe for vintage/historical shit from before the 60’s. Especially with the Victorian era and the time that Louis the fifteenth was around cuz the fashion interests me and I wanna wear pretty ball gowns too lmao

[thebluelemontree]

The thing about jonquils...

They belong under the same umbrella genus of bulb flowers known as the narcissus.  The common name for most narcissus species is a daffodil, but generally speaking, when people say daffodil, they mean the yellow or white trumpet-like flower with flat leaves.  The jonquil (narcissus jonquilla) is a specific type of daffodil that blooms in clusters and are known for their strong sweet fragrance. 

The color jonquil yellow refers to a true golden yellow as displayed by the flower.  

Neither narcissus or daffodil are ever mentioned in ASOIAF either as flowers or names, but jonquil notably does in the tales and songs of the lovers, Florian and Jonquil.  Sansa has been dubbed the Jonquil of the series by the false Florian, Dontos Hollard.  It’s a song that is not only Sansa’s favorite but one that follows her around through her arc.  The choice of the jonquil flower for Sansa is deliberate for its characteristics and meaning.

Jonquils and daffodils are flowers that signify the beginnings of spring, being among the first to bloom after the winter snows melt.  By her skillset and character arc, Sansa is a solid contender for being a survivor of the series, so the name Jonquil fits well with that possibility of making it through ADOS.  By that logic, perhaps so does her love Florian the Fool with his flower connotations.  My analysis of Sansa and her Florian are explained in detail here.  

The golden yellow color of the jonquil flower is one that significant to Sansa as well.  

“The three dogs on our banner are the three that died, in the yellow of autumn grass...”  

“In the end she chose a simple velvet ribbon in autumn gold. When Gretchel fetched her Lysa's silvered looking glass, the color seemed just perfect with Alayne's mass of dark brown hair.”

“The dress she picked was lambswool, dark brown and simply cut, with leaves and vines embroidered around the bodice, sleeves, and hem in golden thread.”

Autumn is not the time for daffodils and jonquils, but it is the time when the bulbs are planted so they may bloom in late winter/early spring.  

And more gold associations:

It colors her vision like a veil over her eyes.  “Sansa rode to the Hand's tourney with Septa Mordane and Jeyne Poole, in a litter with curtains of yellow silk so fine she could see right through them. They turned the whole world gold.”  Sansa can only see the splendor and pageantry that was “better than the songs.”  Sandor will later enlighten her to the truth that Ser Hugh’s death was no accident. 

The gold Sandor Clegane won for his heroic deed in saving Ser Loras at the tourney of the Hand, prompted by Sansa’s compassion and their conversation on knighthood.  That gold is stolen by the BwB, so Sandor takes the “little gold squirrel” Arya (named so by Greenbeard) instead to deliver to Catelyn and Robb.  He does this in hopes of joining Robb’s army, presumably to march on KL and free Sansa, raising his station a little closer to hers in the process.    

The gold Dontos Hollard, the false Florian, sold her out for.

The lessons of "lies and Arbor gold" that Petyr teaches her, which she uses on him in return.  "Lies and Arbor gold, she thought. "I am Alayne, Father. Who else would I be?"

The bounty of golden dragons for her capture, where she is even referred to as the gold itself.  "A good melee is all a hedge knight can hope for, unless he stumbles on a bag of dragons.”   

Floriography utilizes the language of flowers to communicate various messages to others.  The idea is nothing new as it is also present in Shakespeare’s plays, for example; however, it became a wildly popular practice during the Victorian period and has mostly stuck around.  Think of Loras’s cloak of forget-me-nots displayed in front of his true love, Renly, while he hands out meaningless roses to the girls at the Hand’s tourney.  The common consensus of meaning for daffodils and jonquils are as follows:  

Daffodils are connected with “regard,” “chivalry,” and one would use them to signify that "love is unrequited."  The perfect flower for courtly romance where a knight must only love a lady from afar or channel his feelings into service.  But as I said, daffodils are not mentioned in ASOIAF.

Jonquils, on the other hand, express a desire for affection to be returned, which fits with Sansa’s wish to be loved for herself.  It is also used to signify a “requited love,” the opposite of the daffodil.  In can also convey “sorrow” and “sympathy,” which Sansa has in spades. 

In numerous other metas, readers have made a credible case for Sansa as a Persephone character.  Persephone, daughter of Demeter, was kidnapped by Hades, the god of the underworld by way of a narcissus.  Persephone was attracted by some narcissus flowers, which lured her away from her nymph companions.  When she pulled them out of the ground, a chasm opened up to the underworld and Hades emerged to steal her away.  Dontos uses the story of Florian and Jonquil (our narcissus flowers) to lure Sansa away to be eventually taken under false pretenses by Petyr Baelish, who will only allow her to return home on his terms.  Very Hades indeed.  Persephone’s Roman counterpart Proserpina, whose name means ”to emerge” or “to creep forth” may account for the golden vines and leaves on Sansa’s dress as a nod to Proserpina.        

Along this same vein, the perfume she chooses just before she learns she is to wed Tyrion is “a sharp sweet fragrance with a hint of lemon in it under the smell of flowers.”  Her association with yellow lemons often occurs when their sourness/sharpness is subdued by the sweet, as in her lemon cakes.  While jonquils are not specified here, their scent is noted to be quite sweet.  The perfume is thematically the same as the lemon cake.  Like the narcissus, they are temptations for Sansa that lure her into another’s clutches.  Lady Olenna and Margaery woo her with lemon cakes as they discuss Joffrey and promise to wed her to Willas.  As the maids apply the floral-lemon perfume, Sansa believes she is wearing her new dress to Joffrey and Margaery’s wedding and eventually taking it with her to Highgarden.  The ground opens up under her when Cersei tells her she is being dressed to go to her own imminent wedding.

The latest warning signs for Sansa may be the fates of Cissy and Saffron in regards to Harrold Hardying.  Cissy was quickly dumped after her pregnancy with Harry’s daughter made her fat.  Saffron is also currently pregnant, and it looks as though Harry may be ready to abandon her as well if he is sufficiently charmed by Alayne.  I can’t help but think the name Cissy is a play on narcissus and Saffron is not only a precious spice but a rich golden yellow color.  Both wound up trapped into the shame of unwed motherhood, tempted by the handsome young heir to the Vale.  It’s a form of luring and stealing them away into the underworld, out from under the protection of the metaphysical mother who guarded their maidenhood.  While Harrold is not that pleasing to Sansa on a personal level, as far as she knows, wedding him may be her best and only option to finally go home.  To her credit, she’s not as naive and easily led this time around; however, Winterfell is still her temptation.  In the Eyrie’s godswood, she built her own snow castle, complete with glass gardens.  Laying out her heart’s desire for Petyr to ingratiate himself with her.         

He walked along outside the walls. "I used to dream of it, in those years after Cat went north with Eddard Stark. In my dreams it was ever a dark place, and cold."

"No. It was always warm, even when it snowed. Water from the hot springs is piped through the walls to warm them, and inside the glass gardens it was always like the hottest day of summer."        

Winterfell is an underworld in itself (there’s been quite a bit of meta on this topic too).  To summarize, Ned is a Hades figure to Catelyn’s Persephone, but with a much happier union than the myth.  It is the underworld where Sansa feels comfort, love, and warmth, being a child born there to begin with.  So Sansa is more of a reverse Persephone, seduced and stolen away from her underworld home and desperately trying to get back.  So as Dontos was a false Florian, Petyr is a false Hades and false father.  Petyr shows this when he reveals he doesn’t know what Winterfell is like at all.  And as Sansa builds her snow castle, she is also raising up an oasis of perpetual summer, with all its plants and flowers, out of that same snow like the daffodils breaking through the thaw.  Perhaps what Jonquil/Persephone needs is a little help from the real Florian to bring her back to her underworld home safe beneath the snow.