#de hyacinth writing

[hycinthrt]

ITS FINALLY HERE

i think im still want to print out another copy because i want to tweak the cover a little bit BUT I LOVE IT

!!!!!!

lil hyacinth

lil polyboea

and a surprise at the end

special thanks to @gotstabbedbyapen

and @hyac1nthus

for reading my fevered thoughts from the beginning and being part of the finished product 🫶🫶

[hpowellsmith]

Happy birthday, Royal Affairs!

It's been a year since Royal Affairs came out and I've been over the moon about how it's been received. It's meant that I've been able to write full-time, make Honor Bound as rich and detailed at high speed, and do a lot of physical and mental health recovery after various periods of burnout. I'm really grateful for everyone's support, here and elsewhere, and it really makes a huge difference.

I had so much fun returning to the characters after a while away for the epilogue - if you enjoyed the game at release and haven't replayed for the epilogue, I very much recommend giving it a go!

After beta testing, I wrote up a retrospective about what came up and how I organised my work. I thought I'd share it for some insight into my process, for players and authors. Here it is:

In Crème de la Crème I ended up adding large branches to the plot during beta, but I was fortunate not to have to do it this time around. Mostly it was building on what was there or bringing certain things to the forefront, or adding a few different ways of navigating situations.

As feedback came in, I was lucky enough to have so much that it became unwieldy to act on it in one go, so I made a priority list.

Highest priority was game breaking bugs or large continuity problems like Dominique's final game scene switching to Beaumont's.

High priority was smaller continuity bugs like the game confusing who you were romancing or whether you had or hadn't done a particular action earlier.

Medium priority was things like small scene additions or multi romance responses, or tweaking first impressions of characters, and so on.

Low priority was nice-to-haves like allowing a character to be romanced only late on.

Alongside this, I fixed typos and made small adjustments - easy wins that added polished. There were also some major sweeps that I did: a stat test clarity sweep, a stat change sweep, a reduction of tests in casual conversations, and repetitive words or phrases.

Stat test clarity:

I picked 3-4 stat tests at random from each chapter, copied their text into a separate document, and highlighted words that reflected the stats. For example: for Authoritative I had things like "I order them to..." "I tell them what to do", "I stay aloof to maintain my authority..." and so on. I edited testing choices to include these keywords, and also edited the stat guide to include them.

Checking all this had the side effect of helping me spot unnecessary tests or points where the stat being tested just didn't match the situation at hand.

Stat changes:

There are a lot of points where stats can change, and not all of them made sense at the start of beta. I did variations of this sweep several times, including the Action Skills, NPC stats, and adding a lot more chances to boost your Powers of Persuasion. Again doing this check helped me spot unnecessary or unintuitive tests and changes.

Tests in casual conversations:

This was again something that I iterated several times. Some of the commentary about Crème de la Crème said that the stat tests felt punishing or too difficult, and an early playtest from my wife flagged that some of the tests in Royal Affairs felt unfair. Why should a character's relationship reduce when you're trying to be affectionate, if the circumstances aren't in a state where that makes sense?

So I stripped out a lot of this, generally replacing a success/failure with flavour text (such as a Subtle MC perhaps being, well, more subtle about holding hands with someone). In some cases, where a character needs to be drawn out of themselves to talk more emotionally (Beaumont or Hyacinthe, on occasion), or they see the conversation as a contest or challenge in some way (mostly Javi or Trevelyan), I left them in. But I liked that they were a rarity rather than default.

Repetitive words or phrases

As I was writing, sometimes I noticed that I was overusing phrases, so if I got that feeling I would make a note for the sweep. In the end there wasn't as much as that as I thought, but there were a lot of qualifier-type words that reduce the impact of a sentence - "a little" was one, or "really", usually in dialogue - or filler words like "down" in sentences like "you sit down beside them".

I also looked for phrases like "you know" or "you suspect" to spot places where I could express whatever it was that the MC knows more elegantly (this is something a former colleague told me once and I've never forgotten it!)

More involved edits

With some major things that I did change, I'd put them on my to-do list before beta but they were either unwieldy and I wanted to start testing sooner rather than later, or I wanted to check whether other people agreed. It was great to have more opinions and mostly they confirmed what I'd thought. With others, I studied the feedback to gauge whether the effort of making the changes would be worth the payoff. In most cases, I decided to go for it.

In general, this stage involved adding things, including:

more worldbuilding details to give more context to the plot

more teacher interactions throughout; added scenes as well as offhand references to other classes; more about Clemence and Vere and expanded outcomes to their storyline

romanceable characters responding to players romancing other people: in the moment, checking in about where your relationship was at, and a set of final breakup conversations if it was left until the very last minute (this was a very big undertaking and would have been better to do earlier - a lesson I've taken to Honor Bound)

lengthening the main suffrage debate

adding slow-paced romance dynamics for two characters (I was really keen to do this but was disciplined about making it low priority - it was a lovely idea and I knew I'd enjoy doing it, but it was very much a nice-to-have compared to other things. I was delighted to be able to do it!)

more communal scenes with classmates to give more of a sense of living in each other's pockets

adding an option to confide in Asher about a particular plot point and for them to assist with it if wanted (I was so happy about adding this: it's one of my favourite Asher moments, even if few people see it!)

tweaking some of the friendship/romance conversations to add more emotional chat (mostly this applied to Javi and Hyacinthe; there was a bit added to Asher and Dominique at Verdancy)

more pet time

more narrative and conversational responsiveness about whether an imperilled character was romanced

more Javi asexuality chat

more detailed outfit descriptions throughout with more choices about what to wear

generally expanding some scenes to give more breathing room to important moments

In the end I added 45000 words to the game during beta testing, thanks to feedback from editor review, continuity testing, and copyediting. Testing took place during late December 2022 and January 2023, and I massively appreciate everyone who contributed to make this big game as polished as it is!

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[devouringbodies]

Hiiii I was wondering if you have a fic rec list 👉🏻👈🏻

Omg hi!!! I just went through my bookmarks and found some of my favorites!! Literally I had the hardest time narrowing down, I've got so many I love, also some I can't remember the Exact plot of that I'm sure I absolutely love and have just forgotten. So I definitely have more up my sleeve if anyone wants more. Head the tags for some of these.

The Enticement of Suffering by jonnimir - latest fic I just read, gory and sexy wound fucking coda to dolce. if you're into that it's SO GOOD

Not Quite Charity by @stranded-labyrinth - au first meeting between Will and Hannibal, hannibal leaves his car in a run down area of Baltimore and will, who's homeless, heckles him about it and Hannibal decides to pay him to watch it for him. I love this will sm!! It's a really interesting look at their dynamic, and is super in character and just a fun au study!!

Perda de memória by bleakmidwinter - amnesia!hannibal post fall fic. I'm actually a sucker for amnesia aus and love the angst in this. It adds an element to Will's struggle and decision making that makes his mindset post fall all the more interesting. And I love how much hannibal is still hannibal despite not remembering hardly anything.

Everything casts a shadow by @ghostforwhat - i looooove season 2 Will killing more people. I can't ever get enough of it. It's written so well and believably here, and the way it changes the course of the season is super fascinating. Currently a wip.

Wolf and I by t_pock - so so sooo fucking good. One of my favorites. It also has a Podfic as well and I love Podfics soo much and relisten to it often. Season 1 au that has more elements of horror, creepiness, symbolism and hands down the best, hottest, wildest forest chase sequence I've ever read. This fic feels more like a folk or fairy tale it's so good, especially paired with the beautiful art the podficer made, as well as the music they paired with the Podfic. Can't recommend this one enough.

A night off the record by barcharonte - season 1 au again, where on the way to Minnesota hannibal and will get snowed in and have to take shelter somewhere. Will is still losing time and hallucinating. Hannibal still tries to take advantage of course. Fun times to be had.

Between ease and foresight by devotional_doldrums - season 1 au (can you tell I like these? Lol) where wills and Hannibal's metaphorical conversations get a little too on the nose and Will finds out. SUPER good hannibal pov, I want to eat parts of this fic the writing is so good, and the author's notes are hilarious.

Sings to me nightly, sings to me brightly by serindrana - psychic connection phone sex what more could you want!!

The joy of creation by fkahersweetness - super dark mute!will post fall. I wouldn't say I think this is Actually how a post fall dynamic would be but in the universe of this fic it's so so sooo amazing. I love the surreality and implied shared visions/psychosis connection that will and Hannibal have here. Also the ending layed me tf out for days.

Radon and its daughters by @chaparral-crown - best most believable and realistic abo au ever. Nuff said.

Speaking of abo the one where Will smells like blood to hannibal, so good. I'll probably survive this by saintsavage

Pochée by ellopoppet - season 1 au! Also with a Podfic, Will's away on a case but is still getting closer to hannibal through texts and calls.

Mon chéri by sandyquinn - cracky Addams family au esque one shot. Just super cute and silly. I'm picky about my cute and silly but the Addams family morbidity fits comedy hannigram to a T.

Never let it starve by northern - another Will finds out in season 1, I truly can't get enough of these. Also bonus bug boy will!!!

Let the river rush in by several - Explores an actual psychic connection between the boys, again I'm a huge fan of this trope.

Hyacinth house by bluesyturtle - MY BELOVED!!!! One of my top top faves, season 1 au, cool cases, great relationship dynamic between the boys, and im obsessed with how this fic portrays Will's empathy and how it plays with his gender a bit. Love the story, love the ending. Also with Podfic!

Pattern break by thisbeautifuldrowning - dark Will au season 2 where he doesn't plot with Jack or go back to the fbi and deals with Hannibal himself. LOVE how this one plays out.

Bloodline by xzombiezkittenx - VAMPIRE AU MY LOVEEEEE this fic is an utter joy if you like vamp aus. The world building is great.

A consequence of consumption by ironlotus - straight up hands down my favorite fic in the fandom I think. It's still a wip, but it's one of the best characterizations, writing, plot, and just perfect outstanding everything I've seen in this fandom. It's an au where before all the events of season 1, Will is kidnapped by Eldon stamments and is kept alive and rescued eventually. It's peak "Will's milkshake brings all the serial killers to the yard" trope and the way everything is woven together, the storylines and character motivations, is just crazy good. Also one of my most favorite hannibal pov and characterizations out there.

Ok that was still a lot, I'm sorry if I missed tagging anyone, and hopefully the links all work!

[fitrahgolden]

WEARY MEMORY: 1 - PROLOGUE: WEARY MEMORIES I CAN ALWAYS SEE

[SUMMARY: How did we get here?

NOTE: Warning: This exposition dump is very sad. It’s sad, ya’ll.]

Kate, age 10

Kate lives with her parents, Kaveri and Maaran, in Bangaluru, until her mother dies from injuries sustained in a car accident both she and Kate were in that was caused by hydroplaning during a heavy storm. Maaran moves Kate and himself to London afterwards. He had been offered a promotion that he had been considering turning down because of the required move, but changed his mind to give Kate a fresh start.

Kate, age 11

Maaran marries Mary a year after he and Kate arrive in London. Kate, a grieving preteen, doesn't readily accept Mary as a mother figure. Another year later sees Mary giving birth to Edwina. Edwina brings Kate and Mary closer together, and Kate comes to love her as her Bonus Mum.

Kate and Anthony, ages 17 and 20

Anthony and Kate meet by chance on campus at Oxford, Anthony being three years ahead of her, and almost done with school. He’s a writer who plans to write children’s books full-time after he graduates, his parents owning a generations-old publishing house, The Bridgerton Press.

Kate and Anthony, ages 19 and 22

By the time Kate and Anthony get engaged, Maaran is terminally ill. His death about six months into their engagement pushes their wedding back a year, due to Kate's own grieving and feeling like her relationship needs to take a backseat to caring for Mary and Edwina, who is seven years old when Maaran dies. The fact that neither of her parents lived to see her get married is devastating to Kate as well as Anthony. The two become Edwina’s de facto parents while Mary struggles with her depression.

Kate and Anthony, ages 24 and 27 Edmund (Ned) and Maaran (Maan), ages 2 and 0

Three years into their marriage, Kate and Anthony are happily married with two children, two year old Edmund Jr (“Ned”) and baby Maaran (“Maan”). Kate is a budding independent fashion designer, and Anthony is living his dream of writing children’s books, which Kate illustrates. Their life is again turned upside down when Edmund Sr dies from anaphylaxis. A bee had made its way inside of his and Violet’s home while he was alone. He didn’t always carry his epipen on his person when he was home, and couldn’t reach it in time after he was stung.

Anthony feels compelled to take over as President and CEO of The Bridgerton Press. His mother’s long term grief leaves her unavailable, and none of his adult siblings volunteer to help him take over running the company. Nor does he ask for help.

Much like they did with Mary and Edwina, Anthony and Kate take on the caretaking of Violet and Anthony’s younger siblings, Gregory and Hyacinth. This, along with heading up The Bridgerton Press, leaves Anthony with no time to write his own stories.

Kate and Anthony, ages 29 and 32 Edmund, Maaran, and Kaveri (Riri, Kav), ages 7, 5, and 0

Anthony and Kate’s third child, Kaveri (“Riri”, “Kav”), is born five years later, and Kate's resulting postpartum depression is debilitating. Anthony tries to be as understanding and supportive as possible, but they soon find themselves in a rapid decline of their marriage. Kate and Anthony are divorced by the time Kaveri is three years old.

[NOTE: The prologue made me sad, so I'm posting the first proper chapter today as well.]

[ddejavvu]

ddejavvu's 5k flower garden

Thank you all so much for 5K followers! I'm astounded that I've gotten this far, and I'm so happy to be able to share my writing with you. It means the world that you enjoy it, and I hope you enjoy this celebration too! This time I'm hosting you in a flower garden, where you'll assemble bouquets to request a blurb from me. Each type of flower in the field is a certain component of your blurb, so you can mix-and-match what flowers you pick to get the perfect bouquet! Here are the flowers in the garden:

yellow tulips: symbolizing happiness, pick some yellow tulips if you'd like your blurb to be fluffy

purple hyacinths: symbolizing sorrow, pick some purple hyacinths if you'd like your blurb to be angsty

calla lily: symbolizing lust, pick some calla lilies if you'd like your blurb to be smutty (18+ only)

marigolds: symbolizing creativity, pick some marigolds if you'd like your blurb to be set in an alternate universe (please specify!)

daisies: symbolizing simplicity, pick some daisies if you'd like your blurb to include a trope (please specify!)

yellow roses: symbolizing friendship, pick some white daisies if you'd like your blurb to be platonic

wildflowers: if the other flowers don't suit your bouquet, tell me what does! pick some wildflowers, and send me your idea (please only request this when your idea doesn't fit into any other category! it's no fun if everyone takes the easy way out)

once you're bouquet is finished, you'll need to address it to someone! who am I sending it to? your finished bouquet should look/sound something like this:

yellow tulips with marigolds for james potter - an office au where he brings you coffee every morning

calla lilies for poly!marauders, with a praise kink

yellow roses and marigolds for spencer reid, where you're roommates

daisies and purple hyacinths for peter parker, enemies to lovers where he finds out you’re a criminal he’s been fighting

wildflowers for aaron hotchner, where he introduces you to the rest of the team

the fandoms open for this celebration are: the marauders era, criminal minds, marvel. this celebration will run from 7/12/-7/17/2022.

I sincerely hope you enjoy your time in the flower garden, I know I'll enjoy writing your blurbs! Thank you for all of your support thus far, 5k is insane to me, and every single one of you make me so happy :) <3 some moots are tagged below, please tell me if you'd no longer like to be tagged!

@sunflowermotel @embrassemoi @burnthoneymint @dylwrites @padf00ts-l0ver @fairydxll @moonlitmeeks @mendesxruel @aplaceofdreams @spideyspeaches @gxtitobxby @letterstotheflre @leydileyla @bellatrixscurls @morwap @dr4cking @saintlike78 @sxfik @biderboy @moonbcrry @cupids-crystals @honeybrowne @rupurts-morgue03 @samuel-de-champagne-problems @spencerreidat3am @tinyjuliet @justpeachyparker @tetsukentona @arsonhotchner @gettingrailedbyreid @ssamorganhotchner @hotch-stufff @kryptonitejelly @hotchaways @wilbur-rabbit @vanessagib @wonderlandhatter @aaronhotchy @hotchnerxo @wheelsupkels @mellifluousart

[purlturtle]

2, 4, 9 for the soft asks? :)

Thanks for the asks! (list of questions)

2. what’s your feel-good movie?

I don't have one, per se - there are different things that I watch, depending on what I'm in the mood for. There's Much Ado About Nothing (although I haven't seen that one in a while, and only ever in the German dub 😅), or any of the original three Indiana Jones movies, or Austin Powers (again, haven't watched that in a long time), or Romancing The Stone, or a Star Trek movie (Undiscovered Country being my favorite but sometimes I just want something in the background and then it's Motion Picture time). More often than not, though, it's shows not movies, for example Murder She Wrote, or an English murder cozy.

4. what flower would you like to be given?

Anything non-toxic to cats, first off, and then things that smell good - I love how peonies look, for example, but I cannot stand their smell. Same for hyacinths. I love the scent of (most) roses! Right now it's tulip time and that's lovely too. I also like a nice bouquet with different colors and textures that combine well! But please don't give me potted plants; I'm not good at keeping them alive! 😅

9. what calms you down?

Unexpected answer, maybe, but: warmth. Warmth (especially close to my skin, like hot water bottles, hot showers, heating pads, heated seats in cars) has absolutely become a trigger for relaxation and de-stressing for me. I even have a heated bed! It's the next best thing to an embrace!

Also, Kopfkino/daydreaming. Sometimes I find my thoughts spiraling into unwanted directions, and then I tell my brain "if you *have* to imagine stuff, let's imagine *nice* stuff!" I have a few stories and scenarios ready for that, and it works pretty well - not always, but often enough that it is a real, solid solution. Not necessarily with the goal to write those stories, but with the express goal to feel better, get my brain to calm down, get my body to relax, all that.

Snuggles are also a good thing, as is Kraulen - there isn't really an English word for this AFAIK; it's when your partner runs their fingertips over the skin of your back, just barely this side of ticklish. The way it makes my muscles shudder and relax is also very calming. Same on my scalp! Love when someone runs their fingers through my hair.

And lastly, music. There are a few songs and classical pieces that serve to calm me down - slow, nice lyrics, nice instrumentation/arrangements, that kind of thing. Music ALWAYS makes me feel something, and some music makes me feel calm! Here's one that never fails to calm me down:

Again, thank you for asking! That was lovely!

[kaitropoli]

"Louise-Marie de Bourbon, dite Mademoiselle de Tours; La fillette aux bulles de savon"

By Pierre Mignard

Oil Painting, 1681.

Château de Versailles.

PORTRAIT SUBJECT

La fillette aux bulles de savon, or the commonly found English title, Girl Blowing Soap Bubbles, is a portrait of innocence during the Franco-Dutch War.

The child shown is Louise-Marie de Bourbon, the daughter of the Sun King, Louis XIV, and his Maîtresse-en-titre, Françoise-Athénaïs de Rochechouart (Madame de Montespan). I'm sorry, I don't know why they popped off with the names like that when they're planning to reuse Marie and Louis fifty times over ptdr. Louise-Marie, affectionately known as Toutou, was an illegitimate birth (1674), later legitimized by her father when she was around two years old. She held the title of Mademoiselle de Tours from then until her untimely death in 1681.

According to sources, Mignard's painting of the six-year-old girl was finished posthumously. But, her innocence is held delicately, frozen in time on canvas.

THEMES OF CHILDHOOD INNOCENCE (TL;DR: YAPANESE)

Mignard's choice to paint Louise-Marie as an actual child was uncommon for the time (even centuries later, believe it or not; maybe not so good examples, but for argument-sake: Louis XV by Hyacinthe Rigaud, Mariana Victoria of Spain by Nicolas de Largillierre, Phillip II, Duke of Orléans, Reagent of France by Largillierre, and Élisabeth Charlotte d'Orléans, "Mademoiselle de Chartres" by Largillierre -- apologies for throwing you strays, man, I'm trying to finish writing this and your children portraits were on the same website next to each other x), as young royalty are painted either as babies (unbreeched/baptize gown) or as tiny adults (fixed in uncomfortable poses and wearing clothes a monarch would), no in between. Here, Louise-Marie is playing with bubbles, her dog jumping towards it, and she looks carefree, still with chubby cheeks of rose. It doesn't help much that children were seen as heirs to the family fortune, especially during a time when parents had multiple kids due to illness (premature death) and bringing in income (need I explain more... *cough cough* coal mines... a bit anachronistic, sorry breaker boys, some other time we'll discuss y'all).

A painting such as this one, showing a realistic human experience from a royal status and that of a child BEING a child, innocence still intact, is quite important, even in today's form. We take childhood for granted, and kids are forced to grow up despite having more rights now than before. It can be a portrait to remind us that innocence is vital (a lack of childhood is detrimental as the experience is needed in order to mature mentally and emotionally when entering the teen and adult stages of life), but also that we as humans weren't so different from back then (sure, you can claim we bathe more than they do despite your husband still not washing his ass, but my heavens, did the thought 'wait, they had bubbles back then' ever occur to you?).

Genuinely, I was going to pull a La Muse Verte (the post where I briefly explained the history of absinthe) and go into the history of bubbles... because you gotta admit, that'd be fun for the both of us. However, delving into the background and theme of this painting became more heartbreaking for me. The bubble idea isn't gone, but it'll be postponed as a full history lesson post (and, yes, Mignard's painting of the immortalized Toutou will be recycled).

FURTHER READING (EXTRA SYMBOLISTIC DETAIL)

Plenty more symbolism is present, but I highly recommend you all check out L'Art en Tête's in-depth article on Mignard's beautiful portrait. I did regurgitate some of the author's points in this because I thought they were brilliant, and you can tell they have an art-history degree, so I'm begging you to go over there for more detail if interested!

[yanderefairyangel]

Is that "critique of Engage" video really that bad ?

It's been quite a long time since I have watched it and did the debunk but I still remember it.

At some point Op read the Nintendo dream interview, yet she insisted that in reality Engage was "supposed to be a complex story"... while quoting the interview where Tei, Yokota and Nakanishi explicetely said that they wanted to write a simple story.

And I also remember scrolling through her comments and that she said she was playing Awakening and wondering if the devs did made Engage similar because of the success Awakening had... when in the interview she literaly quoted, they literaly explained why they did it and it's within the same line of them saying they wanted to write a simple story following the likes of Awakening and GBA games.

She also is the one who said Lumera not putting the rings in Somniel was a plot hole... when the literal FE wiki quote Lumera to explain why she puts them in Lythos Castle, and the manga reuses the exact same dialogue as the game to explain that plot point.

She also spend quite a moment to say Engage never adheres to the idea of "show don't tell"... then goes on saying Veyle not using her power to bring Marni back as a Corrupted is a plot hole when the game is actually showing that Corrupted is not a good thing: you have Hortensia having to give up on her dad since her motication to side with the Hounds was hoping that Sombron would ressurect Hyacinth, you have the several fight with the Corrupted where our units have to kill their parent to free them from that state, you have Veyle's dialogue clearly pointing Corrupted have a limited life span, and that they are even more likely to vanish quickly should they be deadly wounded or waste all of their life span, you have Veyle trying to disuade Alear when they ask her to make them a Corrupted, saying that " It is better to die as yourself then as a Corrupted", there is their literal design, their theme being the one of the creepiest song theme of FE (get a chilldown the spine each time I listen to it) you have it in the literal name "Corrupted", supposed to indicate that it is a bad thing as you are now denatured when corrupted, losing your true essence as a price to come back to life (if you can even say the Corrupted are alive), you have Veyle's knife being a Miséricorde, a mercy knife, a knife that knight used to give the coup de grace, to grant the enemy or themselves the mercy of death; indicating death is a more merciful fate then being Corrupted, all of this existing to show being a Corrupted is a bad thing, and that's not even mentionning Veyle hates using her powers and that she wouldn't want to turn people into the abomination that killed so many of her siblings to the point it traumatized her beloved older sibling...

... and that's just a sample. So yeah, I really think there is that many mistakes

[stars-of-kyber]

Hi! I really love your fics and im super excited for the futures ones. Can you tell us more abt the Aladin one? Also l, are you still planning to do the ballet AU?

Thank you so much! I love writing them as well. I am so sorry I take so long to do so, please don’t give up on me! I’m trying I swear!

Hehehehe the Aladdin one. I confess, I came up with this insanity by listening to A Whole New World in my car and imagining Kate singing it to Anthony and things kinda spiralled into this crazy One-shot.

Anyway, here is Diamond in The Rough ( thank you @mimix007 for the suggestion of the name)

Kate Sharma is just a street rat, stealing from the shops in the bazar in order to get enough to keep Edwina and Mary safe from the dangers of the streets.

Prince Anthony Bridgerton barely leaves the palace walls. Ever since King Edmund Bridgerton passed, he’s been trying to handle his duties to the kingdom and his family while trying to keep his father’s legacy alive as he tries to escape his mother me matchmaking attempts.

Kate was not going to accept the strange man’s offer to walk into a dangerous cave, until she saw the amount she was offering her to do so. That could keep her mama and Edwina well and safe for well over an year, even more if used right. She just didn’t image she’s find a magic lamp with a Genie offering her three wishes and she knows exactly what to ask for.

There’s not much I can say here. Kate’s Aladdin, Anthony’s Jasmine, Newton is Appu and Lady Danbury is the Genie.

Also, Anthony does not have a tiger in this story, but he has 6-year-old Hyacinth which is basically the same? He calls her My little Tiger. She might bite, she might not. Who knows? I wouldn’t try to pet her tho.

Ah yes, the Ballet AU. Yes! I plan on having it done soon! So far it is named Pas de Deux (quite creative I know) and it’s sitting there in my list quietly judging me every time I don’t start it lol

[nimblermortal]

The Mathematics of Communication

Okay fine I'm liveblogging/taking notes on the 28 pages in this introduction.

Bearing in mind that communication is here meant to be all procedures by which one mind may affect another, and this includes speech, writing, poetry, dance, telegraphs, the internet...

Level A: How accurately can the symbols of communication be transmitted? (technical)

Level B: How precisely do the transmitted symbols convey the desired meaning? (semantic)

Level C: How effectively does the received meaning affect conduct in the desired way? (effectiveness)

Computing is largely concerned with the technical problem! Writing is largely concerned with the semantic! Activism with effectiveness!

Information source -> transmitter -> noise source -> receiver -> destination

(as of writing I have gotten as far as the noise source, so a lot of what I've been thinking about has to do with computing - and Hyacinth is interested - but the bit on entropy and coding is nnggghhh)

The first complicated bit is in understanding the information of the system, and one problem I consistently have is with refusing to assign value judgements to the word 'information'. In this context it has nothing to do with meaning!

It being convenient to use logarithms to the base 2, rather than common or Briggs' logarithm to the base 10, the information, when there are only two choices, is proportional to the logarithm of 2 to the base 2. But this is unity; so that a two choice situation is characterized by the information of unity [such as if you have a relay that can be set to either 0 or 1, it's a single relay and its information is 1]... This unit of information is called a "bit," this word, first suggested by John W. Tukey, being a condensation of "binary digit."

Consider then how much information is in a system of three relays! 8 possible states, or 2^3, for which the logarithm base 2 is just that exponent - 3. So the information basically tells you how many relays are involved.

At this point there is a discussion of, essentially, predictive texting - how when you start a sentence you are inherently limiting what your next words can be. If you say 'the' you're most likely going to put a noun next, so the pool of logical next words has shrunk considerably. If you say 'in the event' the odds that the next word is 'that' are very high. And this is relevant both in the context of freedom of choice in expressing information, and in the concept of assigning probability to words (or letters!) within a language.

(Vocabulary side note: stochastic refers to producing a set of symbols according to certain probabilities, it is not just 'random' the way I tend to use it; Markoff adds hysteresis to this concept; and ergodic means that any random sample is representative of the rest.)

So this concept of freedom of language is where entropy comes into play and where I start getting so excited that I had to put the book down in order to have a chance at going to sleep, and it still took me far longer than usual because I got into side processes about ethics and the entropy of economics and die Banalität des Bösens, all of which is thanks much Diane Duane, who assigned moral connotations to the word.

In a non-YW context, entropy is a measure of the randomness of a system. If you have particles in a room, it's highly unlikely that every single one is in the top left corner, that would be a highly ordered state with an extremely low entropy. It's much more likely that those particles are distributed fairly evenly through the room, just because they tend to bounce around until that happens. This is a highly entropic state, and this is how you get into entropy being associated with the inevitable heat death of the universe - on a universal scale that distribution means eventually everything becomes cold and distant and separate and life cannot exist. But on a smaller scale entropy is also what makes it possible to live, because if all the air molecules were in that one corner you would definitely suffocate and die.

And dieeeeeeeee

...I'm really starting to have fun now, I'm going to post this and get to the next section in a reblog. I really really want to get to the bit about coding so I can tag Tea and talk about poetry. We're on page 12, for anyone keeping track.

[lyfeward]

Okay so cringe fail Seraultine ranger time ❤️ He is connected to my Marquise de Serault aka the Huntress, Dyaine, and her brother aka the Scholar, Alloine, but he is based on details that are canon regardless of the PC. The Marquis/e's father (Aurois) cheated on their mother multiple times. He attempted to be discreet to avoid her wrath but well. He is the result of one of these affairs.

His name is Hyacinthe because those are the flowers Aurois would bring his mother during their affair. Unfortunately, she remained in love with him long after he'd forgotten her. However, his sobriquet is Posy, which can mean both a small bouquet and a person rather intent on impressing others. Not only is he rather small in build but he is also intent on proving himself and earning a place in his community. Maker knows it was not particularly welcoming to a bastard, especially one as hare-brained as him. Always letting his mouth write checks his ass can't catch, a braggart who can't back it up.

His ultimate goal in life thus became to obtain the recognition of his half-siblings and be accepted into their family. To that end, he found a ranger in Dyaine's service who was willing to take him on as an apprentice. Although Posy isn't half as clever as he thinks he is, he took to the training shockingly well, doing at least well enough to join Dyaine's hunting party. When she charged off on her own mid-hunt, as is her wont, he miraculously kept up with her. Seeing that they were alone, he took the opportunity to explain who he was and express his genuine hope that they might regard each other as siblings. This was only a headache to Dyaine, however.

The previous marquise was Dyaine's mother, and daughters are favored for inheritance in Serault, so on that front he wasn't much of a threat. But, he was still a nuisance with which she simply couldn't be bothered, so she sent him on a fool's quest. This was in those few months before the Divine's visit to Serault when Dyaine's relationship with the Horned Knight was freshly established — another headache she would rather not have, frankly.

Every Seraultine knows that the House of Glass' ancestral mask was confiscated by the Chantry in retribution for the Shame's actions. Dyaine explained that the mask has beautiful antlers made of Seraultine glass, and she had a mind to make a mimicry to greet the Divine. (She did not; this was all to fool the idiot youth.) The antlers would have to be equally as spectacular but more fitting to her particular tastes. She told him that if he could bring her the horns from the helm of the Horned Knight deep in the Heartwood, he would have proven himself a true brother indeed. The mere idea terrified him, but his braggart's tongue wouldn't let him refuse.

Dyaine expected he would simply disappear, not actually attempt the quest. But, the trouble with his bragging is he tries to back it up even when he knows he can't. Thus he did indeed hunt the Horned Knight to the depths of the Heartwood where he holds court. There the Horned Knight sat in feast with his dryad court; Posy thought to take advantage of the situation but failed, as is typical, rather spectacularly. Fell out of the tree he was hiding in and landed literally in the Horned Knight's lap.

Terrified, he stammered out an explanation and boldly declared (as boldly as one can declare whilst their teeth chatter) that he would succeed. The Horned Knight's rage turned into pity looking on this foolish boy who had so clearly been sent to his death. This insult could not go unanswered, but there was some room for mercy in his heart. This youth was orphaned and unwanted by the only family he had left; the Horned Knight had recently lost a son. Thus he declared Posy would be bound to him to take the form of a moon-white stag at sunset and at the Horned Knight's will, and that he would perform the necessary duties which had once fallen to his son. Perhaps, if he proved himself, he would even be adopted. Of course, he could also trot himself out before his half-sister and submit himself to her arrows. If it was antlers she wanted from him, he now had a most impressive rack.

[hycinthrt]

something about laodamia and polyboea being two sides of the same coin or whatever

i was still upset that i didnt get to write more about her so here’s ?something?

[hpowellsmith]

I would really love to get 🕷️ SPIDER for all three of CdlC, Royal Affairs and Honor Bound - if you don't mind so many characters. I'm really curious about that one!

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

Here's an old response about Crème de la Crème and some of the Royal Affairs ones - you can tell how old it is because Hyacinthe and Trevelyan weren't on there, haha!

Hyacinthe: failure

Trevelyan: confined spaces

Fiore: something happening to Catarina; doing the wrong thing thanks to misjudgement

Korzha: being unable to trust their own senses and competence

Matia: starving to death

Raffi: abandonment

Savarel: drowning; being a final survivor; failing those around them

I'm not sure if they have mundane fears... I think that's something that will come up as I write.

Ask list here!

[korbeedon]

flower symbolism makes me very very happy. i have no idea why but it makes something in my brain work.

Started in Europe

Conflicting accounts for who was first to write

1. Catherine H. in 1839 “The Language of Flowers” found in her book on the language of flowers, Flora’s Lexicon

Based on the LOF in Victorian England, France, and America

2. Mme. Louise Cortambert (pseudonym “Charlotte de Latour”) in her book “Le 8Langage des fleurs” which translates to The Language of flowers. 

LOF is based on folklore, literature, mythology, religion, and the plant's physical characteristics. 

Symbolic association from Chinese, Japanese, Middle Eastern, Greek, and Roman cultures/mythology/religion

Literature from Shakespear

Turkish language of flowers and objects (Selam)

Taking Turkish words for different flowers and finding which other words they can rhyme with and making a sentence out of it. (Armonde (Pear) rhymes with omonde (hope) so a rhyme for these two words can be Armonde - Wer banna bir omonde (Pear - Let me not despair)

The Turkish language came to Europe through two people, Seigneur Aubry de la Mattraye and Lady Mary Wortley Montagu. Husband and wife. They were Turkish embassies that went before the court of Charles XII of Sweden and shared the language of objects and in this case flowers. 

Physical characteristics (root, stem, leaf, bloom?, and seed

Chrysanthemum/mums: A symbol of death and mourning, but also support and encouragement

Found in east Asia in grasslands, mountain slopes, riversides, fields, and seashores

In Europe, it means death because it was a commonly used flower to decorate graves in the 1700s. Asian Countries have a more positive meaning, used for family seals and pottery. (represents the turning of the seasons) November birth flower

Forget-me-nots: It can be used to symbolize remembrance – both during a parting or after death (bright blue flowers)

Europe, Asia, and Australia in wood/boggy areas

German folktale, where a dying knight threw flowers at his lady and said forget-me-not, the lady wore the flowers forever. 

Hyacinth: Sorrow, I am sorry. Please forgive me.

The Mediterranean and tropical Africa and woodlands

From greek mythology, where apollo and zephyrs killed Hyacinth and his remains were turned into purple hyacinth in the sorrow of his death. (slightly toxic)

Yellow Roses: Said to symbolize friendship

Mostly in Asia but in other places to

Yellow is a very positive and happy color, In Korean and Japanese culture, it was used as a symbol of jealousy. 

Daffodils: Symbols of rebirth and hope

Europe, Asia, Mediterranean meadows/woodland edges

The first flowers bloom in the spring, so it represents the new life after the winter months. March birth flower cause it usually blooms in march

Foxglove: Symbols of insecurity + many other things

Europe, the Mediterranean, and in woodlands

From Folk’s gloves (the fae folk), cautious tale to scare children from picking them. (Poisonous) also grown for the Virgin Mary (our lady’s gloves/gloves of the virgin)

Lily of the valley: Means the return of happiness

Eurasia, eastern North America, and in mountain forests

Used in religious ceremonies, it Represents Eve’s tears after she left the garden, the national flower of Finland, the May birth flower, is associated with Ostara, known for her humility (germanic mythology)

Baptisia (False/Wild Indigo): Symbolizes protection

Central and eastern north America near wood, meadows, stream

Associated with Venus (the Roman version of Aphrodite), (toxic but can be used as a noninflammatory, indigenous people use it for blue dye)

White orchids: symbolizes apology

Asia and in tropical forests

over 35,000 different varieties, based on the word orchis (which means testicles in greek because a writer said orchids looked like them) sign of wealth in the victorian era and in japan

Yarrow: symbolizes a wish for better health

Grasslands and forests, Eurasia

comes from the greek word here which means holy herb, neanderthals though they were a holy flower, druids used them in ceremonies, medieval Europe used them to exercise ghosts, dreaming means you'll receive good news, good for clotting blood

iris, arborvitae, and bluebell- are supposed to convey trust, friendship, and gratitude.

Carnations- innocence, remembrance

Hyacinths- deep sorrow, forgiveness, regret

White lilac- youthful innocence, new beginnings

Peonies- Family

Red roses- love, respect

Yellow rose- friendship

Blue tulip- peace and tranquility

Blue gladiolus- loyalty

Iris- hope

White tulip- I’m sorry

Lily- sympathy, innocence

Purple hyacinth- deep sorrow

[nabinthegardnn]

this kind of ending -이런 엔딩

synopsis: reliving the breakup with Yoshi through a letter and all of the memories.

tw:// su*ic*de, smoking, death

song inspo: ending scene - IU

To Yoshi.

My only defense was to write out every word you said. I'm reminded of the you I recorded in my diaries and suddenly all the prettiest words, sceneries, songs, and smells flood into my mind. I’m reminded of sunlight filtering through open windows, of moonlight spilling onto high ceilings. I’m reminded of childish peachy daydreams atop fluffy clouds, of blazing nighttime and riding the high of neon lights. Places I’ve been and things I’ve seen gradually rush into my mind to the point that I’m overwhelmed by sensation. There’s so much that you remind me of, and so much that reminds me of you.

"That tickles," he laughs as you smear bubbly cleanser on his face.

"Hold still or I'll get cleanser in your mouth," you threaten him jokingly, and he scrunches his nose at you in childish spite.

Your matching bunny headbands still hung next to the medicine cabinet where they'd always been; you didn't have the heart to move them yet.

Then there were the things you left behind. The things that WERE you, not just the you I saw you as. And memories unlock like music from my musical jewelry box, the nostalgia of it all engulfs me. Your t-shirts, the one that we bought together at the rock concert of your favorite band, smelling like heat and adrenaline, like passion and hearts set ablaze. Like youth and intensity and captivating whirlwinds of emotional wreck and repair. Your refurbished polaroid, a holding snapshots of our glorious moments, yet its strap worn-out and tarnished like us.

"What are you doing Yosh?"

He peeks his head out from behind the giant white easel. "Painting you." He answers simply, as if it's the most natural thing to do.

You rise from your spot in front of his easel and shuffle to inspect his work. Left in awe at what you see, he's drawn you frozen in time; a smiling expression displayed on your face, eyes shining with some profound emotion- love.

"Yosh! You've really outdone yourself! I look more beautiful than I've ever seen myself!"

He takes his eyes away from his painting. "No, I just painted you. Art."

That painting of you used to hang on the living room bookshelf, but you've stored it away from prying eyes in the secluded darkness of your closet- behind layers of thick winter jackets, hidden behind summer blouses and spring skirts. Sometimes you grab a jacket a bit too quickly in haste, and your shimmering eyes glance back at you with an emotion no longer called love, but longing. It's an occurrence that happens quite often, but you could never forget the way your heart stings with a certain sharpness every time.

My favorite thing to do then was to watch how starlight sparkles and shimmers in your eyes. Like two infinite pools I’m sure I could drown in. Wondrous eyes who have seen and remembered, windows into effervescent stories of eternity and forever. Your eyes tell. Of happy, exuberant moments that make me want to chase the sunset and its radiant golden, fuschia streaks-  as well as all of those sad memories that leave you sobbing on the bathroom floor. Eyes that have loved and lost, and….. have captured a reflection of me. 

You two walk hand in hand across rows of marble and flowers. It's incredibly peaceful and harmonious, and you realize why people choose here to be their final resting places. You follow him as he stops by one that you feel seems vaguely familiar, even though you had never been here in your life. Yoshi removes the wilted flowers placed in a vase, sweeping away the scattered petals and refills them with a bouquet of fresh hyacinths. You watch your boyfriend silently as he pays his respects to his late father.

After a moment, Yoshi returns to his place beside you, intertwining your hands again, this time tighter than he had ever held then in a plea of desperation. 'don't leave me.' He was trying to say. It is then your eyes flicker to meet his and you are taken aback, contrasting to his lively self, now filled with sadness, yearning, and misplaced love that had become grief for his father. You so easily mirror his pain, pulling him into a close embrace as he burst into sobs on your shoulder.

It had been a while since you lasted visited, and the first time you are here alone. You find your place in front of Yoshi's father's grave, bowing in respect silently. Flickering your eyes downward you freeze- recognizing the familiar branches of purple. You almost reach out to replace them with the flowers you had brought, but deciding otherwise after a moment’s hesitation. You set down the simple arrangement of white roses beside it instead.

‘There you go, making up lies again.’ That’s what they told me. But it's true- I cannot tell or even begin to explain in words, no written character in this world or the next could be enough to tell the things I haven’t lived. I lack wisdom and visionary eyes.  I see a kaleidoscope of swallowed moons and infinite suns and water swirling at our feet and wind running through our hair that swallows me whole. And day by day the night stretches its indigo curtain over our heads, slowly but surely dissolving into brilliant crimson daybreak.

"Come here, y/n!" He shouts to you excitedly, arms motioning you to his side amongst the fields of gold. You smile at him widely, running into his embrace instantly, finding solace within him. He catches you softly, but the force of your run knocks him off-balance, and you topple over, falling to the floor with a thud. You'd closed your eyes, anticipating the fall but the feeling of hitting ground never comes. Peeling your eyes open, you notice with burning cheeks that Yoshi was hovering over you, one hand tucked behind your head and other perched at your side. Beaming at him, you pull him closer from the nape of his neck, making your lips meet in a kiss. It was a moment you’d remember forever.

You were flipping through your diary, when a loose polaroid slips out of one of the pages. Upon closer examination; the image pulls at a deep heartstring- the streaks of gold rippling eternally behind two figures. You are looking at yourself beaming into the camera as Yoshi gazes ever so affectionately at you, and all the memories trickle back like gilded sand. So much emotion in so little time overwhelms you, so much that you begin to cry, wetting the written ink of your past with your tears until the words began to bleed.

Suddenly I'm brought back into reality but my heart still aches. I want to go back. To melting in your arms like melted lemon sherbet ice cream on the kitchen counter, to smelling your scent, to tasting your lips. To feeling like nothing mattered because you were by my side. To know that someone in this world loved me the exact same way I loved them back. I remember you so well because it’s you that I miss. Out of this giant enigma of blue planetary mass and through all of the people I have loved and lost it is you and all of the memories that matter most to me.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Yoshi said through his tears as the rain drenched through his shirt.

“Why?”

“Because I’m in love with someone else.” He’d said the real words in his heart. Yours clenches in pain, eyes blurry with moist warmth and the emotions make you drown, falling to the wet ground with a thud, abandoning the umbrella in your grip, letting it go with the current of the winds.

“Yoshinori, you’re throwing away eight years; eight YEARS of us for someone you met three months ago? Really? Is that all that I mean to you? Is that all we mean to you?” you snap at him, choking on your words through the tears that won’t stop flowing.

“I don’t feel the same anymore. I’m sorry,” and he turns, disappearing into the misty metropolis, blending into the crowds of passerby and the rhythm of the pouring rain- seeming so painfully empty in the moment. The water is drenching, soaking, drowning; heaviness like your broken heart.

You’re walking silently down the streets, lights smothered blurry by wetness, sounds muffled by the current. You breathe out a weak sigh, chills rising up your arms, the sweater around your arms not doing much to keep you warm. As the rain gets heavier, you pick up the pace hastily, mentally cursing yourself for not bringing an umbrella. You used to love the rain. The peaceful tinkle, the gentle breeze that grazes your forearms. Now the rain only brings back the washed up memories of your past. Not wanting to hurt, you rush home quickly to shut out the rhythmic beating of the painful familiarity.

Do you remember our days? Memories that slip and gather through cracks of sidewalks. The days that linger in my mind constantly but disperse quickly like fluttering butterflies. Tinkling showers of petals and morning dew, the crisp cool afternoons as we danced under the autumn moonlight, lacelike saffron foliage swept up by the wind. Drinking in your blurred face as the snow fell, sounds drowning out quiet conversations, my table lamp as our only light. You were all of my seasons and I picked you as my favorite weather. Clothes wet but hearts on fire, beating in sync as we kissed in the rain. You, all of you, are drawn in my heart. 

Sitting alone somberly on your bathroom tile floor; the moonlight casting a sapphire glow on you and illuminating the space. You pull a lighter out from your bag, stuffed in an almost empty cigarette box and flick it open. It takes a moment to warm up but it begins sparking in anticipation for destruction and utter ruin. Grabbing a random polaroid from the pile strewn before you, not an ounce of hesitation crosses your mind as you start setting its corner ablaze. Watching emotionlessly as the girl in a white dress embracing the blonde-haired boy become engulfed by the flames until all that is left is ruined film and ashes. It gives you a sense of comfort and closure, something you crave, something you have become addicted to.

On Friday night I will pack my bags and begin my escape. These days it feels like all the people in the world are in deep sleep, brushing past me in a state of dreamlike indifference and ignorance. These days I often find myself left alone in my own corner, drifting into dreamless sleep.  These days I see how all of the colors have  faded into bleak hues of gray and heathen. Then the today that has passed, I find myself the only one awake because I couldn’t let go, couldn’t move on. These days it feels that turning time trickles deeper into the darkness of night and the sunlight only escapes my windowsill farther. And I will escape, back into my very mind and rediscovering the moments and memories that were us.

You meet him for the first time since the ending in a coffee shop by the university. Spotting him from the entrance, you are quick to act nonchalant and merely survey him from the corner of your eyes. He’s different now, taller and hair dyed red but you would be lying if you said he did not look just as handsome, maybe even more than you remember. You do not notice you are staring until you notice his familiar golden orbs peering back at you with the same curiosity and nostalgia you are showing him. Embarrassed, you tear your eyes away from him, disappearing behind the lines of people and making your way out of the building- but not before your hear him call your name, the voice still echoing in your mind long after you’ve disappeared down the street.

My quiet eyes. Not nearly as captivating as yours, but still holding history, and so, so many memories of our breathtaking, miraculous love. I fell asleep tonight with the thought of our history on my mind. Perhaps I will awaken and realize that all of this is a dream, a disillusioned reality so easily washed away like letters drawn on sand. A story you and I weren’t able to finish but already washed-up and worn-out like the erasers on all those chewed-on pencils. 

It was exceptionally warm for an April night. You chose to wear your favorite white dress, the one he had said looked angelic on you. The stars twinkled so monotonously, so peacefully you wondered if that was where you were headed. Standing atop the highest rung of the bridge, there was absolutely nothing that rushed through your mind but anticipation for the peace, the salvation that was to follow. Too many people had held your heart hostage, taken it with force and left you with broken pieces. And that one final person whom you’ve given your all to- had left you just the same. You were tired, so, so tired.

Looking down there was only miles and miles of river, and you wondered what kind of ripple you could make. Looking out and there was only the skyscrapers, so enigmatic from close-up but so small in proportion. You knew this was stupid, but this was the only escape.‘I’m sorry to those who have loved me. And you, Yoshi, whom I loved most fiercely and most effervescently,’ a lone tear of relief trickles down your cheek and you smile at its warmth, wiping it away with your sleeve. It’s time.

You took in one last inhale, and jumped.

Perhaps tomorrow will be the day I forget stunning you and all the broken promises you made me. Perhaps I will awake with the same stuffy heart and lost eyes I fell asleep with. And these, the words in my heart, will all just become an ancient letter about someone that was once my everything. 

I think it all will disappear. 

love(d), y/n

[violettduchess]

What a milestone to hit! THANK YOU to everyone for the notes, reblogs, asks, and DMs. I never, ever would have imagined my blog would grow so quickly or that so many people would like my reactions, thoughts, and writing.

Update: All suitors have been requested! Requests are now CLOSED for this celebration. (Sort of...see this ask)

THANK YOU to everyone who requested something 💐

What better way to celebrate than with flowers?

How to make a request 🌸

pick a suitor from the list and a flower with its meaning and I'll write a fic around that! (for example: Leon, Red Tulip)

As the requests come in, I'll cross out the suitors and flowers that have been requested so there are no doubles

Suitors 🌺

Leon Dompteur

Chevalier Michel

Clavis Lelouch

Keith Howell

Silvio Ricci

Gilbert von Obsidian

Leonardo Da Vinci

Comte de St Germaine

Johann Georg Faust

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Flowers and their meaning 🌷

Wild Rose -Pleasure and Pain

Canterbury Bell -Your Letter Received

Yellow Marguerite - I'll come soon

White Lily - My love is pure

Iris -I'll send a message

Daisy -I love you truly

Apple Blossom -I prefer you before all

Red Carnation -My heart aches for you

Cornflower -Be gentle with me

Honeysuckle -Devoted Affection

Red Tulip -I declare my love

White Rose -I cannot

Pink -Yes

Poppy -I'm not free

Hyacinthe -Your loveliness charms me

Red Fuchsia -I like your taste

Yellow Pansy -Thinking of you