#poem about sunflower

[dabiconcordia]

Sunflowers I bought three sunflowers at the farmers’ market this morning. The brawny blossoms   stand in a vase on our dining table looking like plate-sized smiley faces. It’s hard not to smile back. by Richard Greene

[coffeebooksandmore]

Driving under the light of the full moon

Sending out an SOS

When I see you

I’m going to take your hand

and lock my fingers around yours

I’m going to hug you tightly

and take in all of you

I’ll put my fears aside and remind you how much you mean to my world

This is an emergency

I don’t want to be alone ever again

I’m running towards love even if it takes practice and time

coffeeandbookss

[feluka]

standing in a field of sunflowers would fix me

[idsb]

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[euesworld]

"Your heart is like your eyes, pure and mellow.. maybe this is why I always think, 'Wow!! You are so beautiful,' before I even say hello.. you would look like a sunflower or even as bright as the sun if you ever wore yellow. All of this love comes from my own heart, this love that I bellow.."

You are so beautiful that the world seems to evaporate when you smile - eUë

[granny-nyan]

[literaryvein-reblogs]

list of "beautiful" words found in a virtual space

I went through my following/followers lists and collected "beautiful" words and phrases from usernames and blog titles to try to include in your next poem/story

Amour Propre - self-esteem

Ephemeral - lasting a very short time

Espiègle - tending to or exhibiting reckless playfulness

Forgotten faith - faith that has ceased to be remembered

Jovial - characterized by good-humored cheerfulness and conviviality

Moonstruck sun - a sun affected by the moon

Poetic scars - scars that have qualities of poetry

Psychosomatic - of, relating to, concerned with, or involving both mind and body

Nyctophilia - the condition of being very happy and comfortable in the dark

Orphic - of or relating to Orpheus; mystic, oracular

Pirouette - a rapid whirling about of the body

Reverie - daydream; the condition of being lost in thought

Saffron - the deep orange aromatic pungent dried stigmas of a purple-flowered crocus (Crocus sativus) used to color and flavor foods and formerly as a dyestuff and in medicine; a moderate orange to orange yellow

Strawberry Blonde - a reddish-blond color

Sunflowers & teeth - any of a genus (Helianthus) of New World composite plants with large yellow-rayed flower heads bearing edible seeds that yield an edible oil & hard bony appendages that are borne on the jaws or in many of the lower vertebrates on other bones in the walls of the mouth or pharynx and serve especially for the prehension and mastication of food and as weapons of offense and defense

Thaumaturge - a performer of miracles

The last poet - the last maker of verses

Windows of the soul - windows of a person's total self

Wrath - strong vengeful anger or indignation

Zephyr - a breeze from the west; a gentle breeze

If any of these words or phrases make their way into your next poem/story, please tag me, or leave a link in the replies. I would love to read them!

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[travelingthief]

Lord Apollo Devotional Post

Divination

Tarot/Oracle decks

Pendulums

Rune stones

Charm casting supplies

Crystal balls

Scrying bowls

All divination tools

Cookie fortunes

Tea leaves

Art

Paint brushes/paints

Canvases

Colored pencils/markers/crayons

Collages

Journals

Art books

Art prints

Anything you made

Sculptures 

Zines

Stickers

Any art supplies

Music

Music boxes

Records/CDs/Cassettes

Record players/radios/MP3 etc.

Headphones

Music posters

Band merch

Instruments/String instruments

Dance shoes

Concert tickets

CD book holders

Sun and Light

Sun imagery

Sunscreen

Aloe for sunburns

Golden objects

Matches

Candles

Sunflowers/sunflower seeds

Health and Healing

First aid kits

Medicine

Pain relievers

Band-aids

Ice/heat packs

Rice socks 

Masks

Aloe

Ambulance toy cars

Adaptive aids

Archery 

Darts

Bow and arrows

Arrow quiver

Dart board

Targets 

Bullseye 

Myth Related

Snake skins

Snake imagery (Python)

Laurels

Bay leaves (Daphne)

Palm trees (Birth myth)

Ravens/Crows 

Crow feathers (Why the crow is black)

Cattle/turtles (Hermes birth myth)

Swans (Pulled His chariot)

Hyacinths (Hyacinthus)

Locks of hair 

Food

Vanilla

Honey

Sunny D

Lemons/lemon juice

Oranges/orange juice

Citrus

Water

Devotional Acts

Health

Take your meds

Go to therapy

Exercise

Wear a mask (We are still in a pandemic y’all)

Get vaccinated

Get STI tested

Self care

Learn first aid/CPR

Keep a first aid kit at home/in your car

Learn about alternative medicine

Advocate for accessible healthcare

Advocate for disability rights

Volunteer at a hospital

Give blood/plasma

Volunteer at a retirement home

Learn about anatomy/biology/nutrition

Learn about health conditions/rare disorders

Eat healthy for your body

Help fund surgeries if you can

Trip sit for someone

Listen to your body

Sunlight

Sunbathe

Wear sunscreen

Start a garden

Make sun water

Open all the windows on a sunny day

Music

Go to a concert/show

Listen to music

Make a playlist for someone you love

Make a playlist for Apollo

Learn an instrument/play and instrument

Dance

Sing

Support local bands

Explore new music

Burn CDs

Divination/Prophecy

Daily tarot card/rune stones

Make an oracle deck

Give divination readings

Shadow work

Colormancy

Art

Make something

Draw/paint/craft

Write a poem/story

Color

Make a zine

Go see a play

Get a tattoo

Archery

Throw darts

Use a slingshot

Take up archery

Go to a shooting range

[justjozzyjitters]

Old Poem #98

A Derived Type of Love

In high school I took Physics, And there were many rules, But the one most prominent, Was the one that reminded me of you.

They say matter can be, Neither created nor destroyed, But between the connections of our bodies and our minds, I’m not sure it still applies.

Intimate fingers have no sway, When it comes to the delicates, Stowed away inside our brains, A mushy pink, pulsating mess, Even the best of us can never fully understand.

Our love was neither created nor destroyed, But derived from a first time sight, A little summer fling, Just over a week, Not ended, but ever stronger, The longer you’re away, When little school children came to play.

No, I never believed in things, As silly as love at first sight, But I can promise, When our eyes first met, Shining and glaring with the brightness of the sun, It wasn’t a hard gaze to meet again, An attraction all but unfamiliar, I had never met such a stranger.

Physics class had taught me, Love, like all forms of unseen matter, In an unified understanding, Takes many tries, No creation of something so effortlessly right, Can be so quickly derived, But maybe this wasn’t just some first time prototype.

Maybe it wasn’t created, But always sort of there, Waiting as a novel on a shelf, Waiting to be read, Another one of those stories, Of love and death, Just to live and love again.

Even after time had past, The Big Bang, To the little microbes that once ruled the earth, To the sunflower and the slightly bigger ant, To a child born to poverty never to live past ten, A widow made from war, Broken lovers that just keep searching, Unaware of what such experiments might bring forward.

Then finally finding each other, A common knowledge formed with a glance, Memories shared we can never fully understand, Apart from how right things will be, With someone so familiar, All forms of connection coming forth so naturally.

Then together they grow old, To love and die, Just live and love again, A definition of a darling never to be destroyed, If feelings aren’t physics, Then tell me why, It has felt as our love was always there, And always to remain.

About 2022, age 18.

[ryuzakemo128]

Grim Reaper Part Four

Pairings: Poly 141 x female reader / female reader x her mental health x konig

Content Warnings: Kidnapping, breaking and entering, mention of one-night stand, pregnancy from one-night stand, mention of past divorce, mention of miscarriage, possessive & obsessed Austrian man.

Words: 959

Masterlist - Prequel - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven

Supernatural AU - Poem

Credit for Dividers: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

Summary:

Frustration chewed on their bones.

Where are you?

Where did he take you?

Why aren’t you here?

Why did it say you were here?

They assumed you would be there inside the cabin inside the cabin. Near the edge of the Alaskan woods.  Hoping to find you there. Anxiety gnawing at their insides. The possibility of not finding you there. Lingering at the back of their minds. Lurking there like a wolf stalking them from the shadows of the trees. What if they didn’t find you there?

God, forbid they didn’t find you there. The fear of not finding you inside the cabin, the thought of something or someone else being where you were instead. What would they leave behind inside the dark room if you were not there?

“We need to prepared for the worst possible outcome. We don’t know what we’ll find inside that cabin. And it would be unfair for you to have false hope.” Laswell told the four of them. As the plane landed on the large, open snow.

As the plane touched down. They couldn’t help but feel suspicious. It was far too easy so far, like a demon searching for a soul to taint. Hope slowly slipped from their grasp as soon as it came. Snow crunching beneath their feet, hushed whispers of a hope that you would be there. Wind howling like a wolf howling on a full moon.

Frustration chewed on their bones.

Where are you?

Where did he take you?

Why aren’t you here?

Why did it say you were here?

Photos of you alone in different places. Dangling on fishing line from the ceiling. The walls covered in photos of you with each of the task force 141 members. Along with a recording of a low, male Austrian voice. “It seems like you had taken hold over my wife. She might have told you she left me. But in my heart, I have never left her. She’ll be fine.”

Price’s heart leapt into his throat when he heard your voice in the background, “I divorced you last year. You don’t get to come into my life again just because you feel like you own me. You have no claim over this child I have inside me. Furthermore, you chose to have an extramarital affair for six years. No one forced you to.” Her voice weak from the stress, overstimulation, and possibly stress.

Soap couldn’t listen to the rest of it, walking into a different room to calm himself down before he did something he would regret later. He didn’t want to let his anger rule over him to the point of ruining the hope of ever seeing you again.

The thought of you out there alone with your ex-husband and abuser. It was more than enough to send him spiralling. He didn’t want to visualise you out there alone somewhere. Running out of time. Fast. Faster than they thought they would.

The projector inside the empty living room of you in a sunflower dress at twenty-four, long before you met them, during the time when you were still married. The day you found out about the affair and the number of time he cheated on you. The recording of the conversation you had with Soap and Ghost in the small kitchen played, “I feel like an idiot for believing she was just a friend, and it was a onetime thing.”

Ghost replied, “I'm sorry, but you can't keep blaming yourself for this. You didn't do anything wrong. He's the one who cheated on you. It's not your fault.”

Soap nodded in agreement, “He's a piece of work. I'm surprised you didn't leave him sooner.”

“He doesn’t know that I know yet.” You revealed. “I don’t know if I want to confront him first or have a back-up plan beforehand.”

Ghost was the one that suggested the cabin in Alaska to get your bearings before confronting him. “It will put enough space between him and you.”

“Are you sure?” You asked him, the sound of clinking of a fork against a plate.

“Alaska is thousands of miles away from Austria.” Soap explained the thought process of moving to Alaska.

“Then its settled. I’m moving.” You said with finality. “Thank you for making this decision easier. You are a blessing that keeps on giving.”

Soap chuckled, “Don't mention it. We’re just happy to help.”

A bittersweet recording brought a smile on Soap’s lips, his eyes welled with tears when he heard it play back in the back of his mind. The teddy bear you were going to give your first child before you miscarried the first time. A giant pink teddy bear you kept on the sofa.

The cabin starting to feel more like a tomb for a missing woman than a home. Walls closing in on them like a hug from a person that didn’t want to let them go. Gaz found the phone he got the signal from, underneath the porch. The last call from Austria.

“Could he have taken to Austria?” Gaz asked Price and Laswell. “He must have set up the photos and everything to throw us off thinking we'd stop looking for her," Gaz continued. "He's a clever bastard."

Price nodded, his face a mask of grim determination. "He's also a dangerous one. We need to move quickly. If he's taken her back to Austria, we don't have much time."

They don’t have enough time to sit there and wonder of the possible what if questions. Not anymore. The more time wasted is more time searching for you. Yet they still didn’t know how this man found you. Whoever he was. He knew you better than you knew himself.

A chilling thought. There couldn’t be any other reason why this would be anyone other than your ex-husband, Konig. A colonel from Austria you were married to for almost ten years.

[leclerc-s]

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logansargeant POOKIE I LOVE YOU!

↳ zoyatorres NO POOKIE, I LOVE YOU!

user92 see we knew the song was about him but the caption is still so cute.

lilymhe when is it my turn to get a love song written about me?

↳ zoyatorres this just means alex_albon needs to step up his game!

↳ alex_albon how am i supposed to compete with 'he's like a poem i wish i wrote' i can't!

isabellaperez WRITE A LOVE SONG ABOUT ME NEXT!!

logansargeant keep this shit up and i'm going to marry you

↳ zoyatorres logan sargeant are you proposing to moi?

↳ charles_leclerc i sure hope that's not on how he plans to ask you.

↳ jensonbutton as do i. i taught you better than this logan.

↳ logansargeant IT'S A LYRIC IN THE SONG!

user45 no one is doing it like them.

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↳ zoyatorres LET'S GO! IRIS I LOVE YOU!

user31 those are my parents guys!! they're so fucking cute!!

user20 it's such a cute love song for a girl who's never released a love song before. (i'm not talking about gross!)

rhysjones just two americans in love, for once. everyone seems to love dating people from different countries.

↳ isabellaperez i would argue against but it seems to be true. they are the only couple from the same country.

oscarpiastri you wrote a love song about the guy who tripped over air and ended up covered in mud before your first date?

↳ logansargeant SHUT UP? THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SECRET?

↳ isabellaperez it's okay logan, he almost shit his pants the first time he met my mom and brother.

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user04 i sincerely hope logan knows how lucky he is to be dating zoya.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! i am devastated about what williams decided to do, but that is because i have a soft spot for my fellow american, so this is what happens. it's a little short but that's okay. lastly, manifesting points for williams tomorrow. hope their decision works out for them.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[mistress-violence]

Prompt: Sunflowers from @into-the-jeggyverse (September 5)

Word count: 483 words

Pairing: Jegulus (modern highschool AU)

⚠️ Warnings: none

Every week since the start of the new semester, James found a bouquet of sunflowers and a poem all around school. The first time was in his locker after the football practice. The second time was before English class, on his usual chair. The third time was in the library, while he was studying. He went to the bathroom for 5 minutes and when he came back, the flowers were there.

Every time they are exactly four sunflowers in the bouquet and a poem written on a piece of black paper with gold ink. The secret poet calls James "the sunflower boy": "the sunflower boy with golden stars in his eyes"; "the sunflower boy with that glowing moon smile"; "the sunflower boy with the summer kissed face".

At first, James believed that it was one of those groupie girls in school. After the second poem, he knew it wasn't just a random person. The secret poet was somebody who watched James for a long time. After the third one, James really started to think who can be this mysterious person. They are very good at writing, because the poems were wonderful. They are also very subtle and they can go somewhere without being noticed. Last, they are probably too shy or too scared to confess directly.

James couldn't stop thinking about this for days. Especially in English class, he was to absorbed in his own thoughts. He was so happy when the bell rang that he almost hit someone on his way out.

"Ah, I'm so sorry!" James apologized.

"Be careful, Potter, we're not on the football field."

Regulus' voice was deep and very sharp. He looked really annoyed and James wanted to apologize again when he saw something.

"Is that a poetry book?" James asked, winning a death glare from Regulus.

"Yes, Potter, it is in fact a poetry book. Some of us read for pleasure, not just for homework. You can try sometimes, maybe you can start with the "Good Manners" and learn not to bump into people".

Without any more mean comments, Regulus looked at his pocket watch and then walked away. For a second, James saw the celestial ornaments engraved on the case and the star pendant. He followed the younger boy with his eyes until Regulus got lost in a sea of students.

"Prongs, are you ok?" Sirius asked, appearing from nowhere.

"Yeah, Pads, I'm fine." James paused for a few second before asking out of the blue. "Your family is obsessed with astrology, am I right?"

"Kinda, it's more of a tradition to be named after constellations and stars, but we have some books at home".

"How many stars are in the Regulus constellation?"

"I think four, but why? It's about my brother, did he do something to you?".

Four... James paused for more seconds, before shaking his head in disbelief.

"No... He didn't do anything bad..."

Off fic note: The sunflower boy was born, I actually like it so much I will probably write more with this. I think I want to transform this in a series, a oneshot or even a bigger fanfiction.

[stardew-and-cozycore]

Nicknames the bachelors/backelorettes would give the farmer:

Sam: darling, sweetie, honey, baby, love. Very innocent and traditional nicknames said with the same tone as everything else he says UNLESS it's after 9pm and you're cuddling.

Abigail: sweet cheeks, hot mama, babe, hoe, chickie. She'd smack your ass and kiss your cheek after every nickname.

Harvey: dearest, love bug, pookie bear. Basic but cute. He secretly watches rom coms and steals the weirdest and cheesiest names from them.

Shane: chickadee, sunshine, bro. He just gives off washed up frat boy vibes to me but he'd say them all with a smile at least.

Penny: darling, dear, honey, lovely. She just adores you and will call you all these and their Latin equivalents.

Sebastian: boudica, babe, mami, my moon and stars. Firstly, if you don't know who boudica is, she led an army against the Romans and was a great warrior and I feel like he'd definitely know this and call you this after you get back tired from the mines.

Alex: bae, dove, big L (L for love), broski. He's a little awkward and brags too much about having romantic attention to have actually been in a relationship.

Maru: Einstein, honeydew, dew drop, diamond, flower. She's just adorable and is going to give you the most adorable and meaningful nicknames.

Haley: bae, baby, babe, bitch, whore, love, gorgeous, kitten, girlie, sunflower. All said with soooo much excitement. You are literally her favorite thing in the whole world and how she says all these it's obvious.

Elliot: my love, darling, goddess, the most gorgeous muse, angel, ethereal rose, my heart, melita (little honey in Latin cus you know he's fluent in it). He will say the most gorgeous names to you while carefully tucking stray hair out of your face. He's so calm and caring and sweet and will recite to you ancient Latin poems while cooking you dinner.

[jynxeddraca]

Small, Soft BG3 Things

Just an ongoing list of small headcanons for Team Tadpole.

Astarion:

Astarion learned how to sew and embroider from his mother. She loved to embroider poems that she sold at market. Most of his word based embroidery looks like her handwriting, even though he doesn't remember that.

He's the go-to member of Team Tadpole for mending because he's the best out of all of them at it. More importantly: as he comes to view them as friends, the basic mending is supplemented with subtle embroidery.

Every child that he ends up spending time around learns some slight of hand trick and/or how to use a knife.

When everyone is asleep and he's particularly at ease, he'll quietly sing to himself while doing other things.

Gale:

As the self-appointed cook - come time to set up camp, Gale might fuss about the bizarre assortment of food stuff they find on their travels, but he secretly revels in the challenge of making filling, delicious foods out of what they're able to scavenge.

Cooking was how his mother and him bonded as he grew up so now it's his favorite way of showing affection/appreciation to others.

Spoils Tara with all her favorite foods when they're reunited (also I headcanon Tara joins the camp most nights in Act 3).

When he was younger, he specifically created an enchantment to enchant his mother's favorite rocking chair so that when it was activated, mage hands would appear and give her shoulders and feet a massage.

Halsin:

He learned to whittle from an uncle and the knife he uses today for his carvings was given to him by his mother - whose favorite animal was ducks.

Halsin likes to go sit in Bloomridge park when the city gets to him, taking Yenna with him if she's agreeable. He has taught her and several other random children how to braid flower crowns.

When he returns to Reithwin Town, he teaches Art how to whittle and Art teaches Halsin how to play the lute.

On nights where Halsin is keeping watch will offer to turn pages for Tara so she can read a book or two.

Jaheira:

Will turn into a cat/dog to give comfort to children if they are inconsolable.

Takes an afternoon with Halsin - both in wildshape - to show him how nature and the city can be more harmonious than he originally thought.

The lullaby she knows how to play on the tin whistle was one taught to her by her late husband - she has put all her children to sleep to it's tune.

Teases Tara about her treating Gale like her kitten.

The rats that show up in camp do give her updates on other Harpers - but most of the time they are updates about her children.

Karlach:

Clive - her teddy bear - was knitted by her mother and she considers him her 'good luck charm'. Before the infernal engine was forced onto her, he could often be found tucked into Karlach's belt at any given point of the day or in her purse/pouch.

Karlach almost left Avernus without Clive, and risked missing the Nautiloid to go back to grab him.

Because she calls Halsin "Bear Man" Arabella starts calling him that too. At the same time, Karlach starts calling Withers "Bone Man" because of Arabella.

Her parents used to dance around the living room with her - in camp she'll get Arabella and later, Yenna, to do the same. When she's especially energetic, she makes Wyll join her.

Lae'zel:

While she originally hates everything about Faerûn, she becomes especially fond of the sunrises and finds she enjoys sunflowers.

After the egg is acquired, she does softly sing an old githyanki lullaby to when she tends to it.

Because she feels it is an important skill to have for when the egg hatches, she learns to sew by watching Astarion. Eventually, she asks him for tips.

Lae'zel seems well-read (on githyanki literature anyways) in my opinion so I feel like even though she's a very skilled fighter, she also spent much of her time in the creche library growing up. In camp, she raids Gale's library bag often.

When Karlach started calling her 'Lae', she began referring to Karlach as 'Kar'.

Minsc and Boo:

When Boo isn't around Minsc, he spends time around Shadowheart curled up on her shoulder or sitting beside her as she meditates.

Amused that it baffles people who can speak with animals, Boo purposefully does not allow them to understand him and sticks with his telepathic communications with Minsc.

Minsc enjoys finding excuses to tell stories and is a good storyteller.

Teaches Tav a few Rashemen songs and stories.

Minsc and Boo both have a faint smell of warm stone about them due to being statues for a while.

Shadowheart:

When meditating, sometimes unknowingly hums an old lullaby her parents used to sing her.

Still sometimes mutters "Lady of Sorrows" when exasperated, and at one point while very tired said "Lady of Sil-rrows" instead.

Has started keeping seeds and nuts on hand for Boo.

Talking to Astarion and Halsin in Elvish is soothing to her, and sometimes it triggers memories of her father.

Tav:

Was gifted a stuffed bunny by her dad when she was a baby. His name is Biscuit.

Biscuit was handed down to Temerity (Tav's little sister) while they were in the orphanage and he currently lives on Temerity's pillow.

Tav and Karlach have introduced Clive (Karlach's teddy bear) to Biscuit.

The smell of leather oil reminds her of her father.

Wyll:

Has a soft spot in his heart for trashy romance novels and anything related to mermaids. An aside: even though he hasn't been home in years, the merfolk around Baldur's Gate remember him fondly as a child trying to swim deep enough to see them.

Actually enjoys debating Astarion about laws and their effects - even though they have wildly different views on the laws.

Has a secret tattoo, and yes, it's mermaid themed.

Offered to teach Lae'zel to use a rapier if she showed him how to wield a longsword.

Also enjoys cooking and likes to show Gale different ways to season/cook in the wilds.

The rapier he has at the start of the game was gifted to him by his father.

[tsunael]

If there's anyone out there that cares about flower language and symbolism like I do, I made an informal write-up some time ago about the in-game flowers (that you can put in your house) and the different symbolism that they can mean.

I only included the symbolism for the in-game colors and also their general meaning.

Also as a disclaimer these could be incorrect, have contrasting meanings, or have different meanings in different real-world cultures. White chrysanthemums (kiku) are usually a funeral flower in Japan for instance. (My Japanese professor once said they were a faux pas for her to receive in a bouquet!) So your mileage may vary!

Now with added sunflower.

This was simply a fun personal project I made for myself that I thought other people might enjoy as well! So here's a question to answer in the tags:

What flowers would your WoL have in their residence?

Arums (calla lily) 🔷magnificent beauty, feminine modesty

Brightlilies (easter lily) 🔷purity, refined beauty 🔷White: virginity, purity, majesty 🔷Pink: wealth and prosperity 🔷Red: warmth, desire 🔷Yellow: gaiety, falsehood, "I’m walking on air" 🔷Orange: hatred

Campanulas (bellflower) 🔷humility, constancy

Chrysanthemum   🔷cheerfulness, "You’re a wonderful friend" 🔷Red: I love you 🔷White: truth 🔷Yellow: slighted love

Cosmos 🔷harmony, peace, modesty, "the joys that love and life can bring", beautiful

Dahlias 🔷dignity, elegance

Daisies 🔷innocence, beauty

Lilies of the Valley 🔷return of happiness, sweetness, humility, purity

Oldrose 🔷Red: I love you, love, beauty, passion, romance 🔷Blue: mystery, attaining the impossible, love at first sight 🔷White: innocence and purity, "I am worthy of you", reverence 🔷Yellow: decrease of love, jealousy, friendship

Shroud Cherries (cherry blossom) 🔷spiritual beauty, a good education

Tulips 🔷perfect lover, fame 🔷Red: declaration of love, true love, eternal love, romantic love, "believe me" 🔷Yellow: hopeless love, unrequited love, brightness, sunshine 🔷White: ask for forgiveness, purity 🔷Purple: royalty

Hyacinths 🔷sports, games, rashness 🔷Purple: I am sorry, sorrow, "please forgive me" 🔷Red: play 🔷White: loveliness, "I’ll pray for you" 🔷Blue: constancy, sincerity 🔷Yellow: jealousy

Hydrangeas 🔷heartlessness, boastfulness, "You are cold"

Morning Glories 🔷love in vain, affection

Violas (violets) 🔷modesty, faithfulness 🔷Purple: daydreaming, "You occupy my thoughts" 🔷Blue: watchfulness, love 🔷White: candor, innocence 🔷Yellow: rural happiness

Byregotia (begonia?) 🔷Beware

Carnation 🔷fascination, love, distinction 🔷Red: "My heart aches for you", deep love, admiration 🔷White: sweet and lovely, innocence, pure love 🔷Yellow: "You have disappointed me", rejection, disdain 🔷Purple: capriciousness, changeable

Moth Orchid 🔷love, beauty, refinement, beautiful lady

Sweet Pea 🔷departure, good-bye, delicate pleasure, tender memory, blissful pleasure

Triteleia 🔷 They're a North American wildflower also called 'triplet lilies' or 'Ithuriel's spear' which is a reference to John Milton's epic English poem, Paradise Lost. It's about an angel sent by Gabriel to find Satan in the Garden of Eden. Satan, in the form of a toad, is introducing evil suggestions into the ear of Eve when Ithuriel pokes him with a spear. Satan then returns to his true form, "... for no falsehood can endure Touch of Celestial temper, but returns Of force to its own likeness."

So, I can't find any symbolism for this one. Would make a possibly good Halone/Ishgard reference if you wanted to read into it, though.

Sunflower 🔷 Haughtiness, respect, passionate love, adoration, radiance.

[yukikogazingthestars]

**Sweet Like Watermelon**

Fukuzawa x reader

Warning -None

Fluff/Fluff!!!

I didn't know about other countries but in SEA, it is now Summertime and the temperature really went up to 39°Ｃ to 45°C during the daytime. Drink Water, Rest well and eat well!!

Summer is already here. The warm breeze gently brushes against the leaves.The Summer wind carries the scent of freshly bloomed Sunflowers and roses in the yard. Colorful Bougainvillea flowers are blooming in clusters. The birds are chirping, the sun is shining so brightly and the sky is crystal clear.

Since the Summer afternoon became hotter and hotter, Fukuzawa was sitting on the egawa with a set of go while reading the rulebook . He opened the Shoji door to the fullest in order to watch the yard occasionally. The sound of Furin Chime is the only sound in the house. Peaceful, Tranquility and Quietness became the signatures of the Summer Afternoon of Fukuzawa couple.

Well, outside of the house wasn't so quiet.There is a girl in the backyard with a sprinkler watering the garden. The Sun was on the top of her head, the temperature was the highest of the day but she decided to spray the water all over the garden in order to reduce the heat. The earthy smell: petrichor entered into Fukuzawa's olfactory system. He couldn't help but smile while watching his s/o playing with water. Her summer dress was soaked with sweat and water, her smile was shining like the sun and her aura was warm like the summer breeze.She smiled and waved at him while their eyes met.

"You should stop playing in this heat"

"Aye Aye Captain"

She mischievously replied and closed the water tap and then entered the house from the backdoor in order to avoid soaking the floor. Fukuzawa could hear his S/O wiping herself, changing clothes, opening the refrigerator, taking out the chilled watermelon and chilled cola and dragging the fun towards herself.And then she peacefully lay down on the Yuka floor with a poem book called Yorikakarazu by Noriko Ibaragi.

"Should I swing the fan, Fukuzawa San?The weather is hot and also humid. You can't rely only on the natural breeze."

Fukuzawa shook his head gently while he was placing a go stone on the board. Suddenly, a piece of watermelon stuck on a fork appeared in front of him.

“Say ah~ I’ll feed my pookie, say ah please ~~”

Fukuzawa smiled warmly and he opened his mouth. Sweet and cold watermelon melted in his mouth and Y/N’s grin was getting bigger.

“It’s delicious, isn't it? How about Cola? Would you like to try some?”

Fukuzawa put down his book and lifted her chin up with his warm and big fingers.

“No more carbonated drinks for me today. Just watermelon is fine. Ah~~”

Y/N shyly looked away from his gaze while she was feeding another piece of the fruit. She started the tease but whenever Fukuzawa returned it , she couldn't help but end up being so shy and blushing.

After the little lovey dovey feeding watermelon, Fukuzawa continued reading his book and Y/N also continued to read her poem book but her heartbeats were faster than usual and her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

The Eternal Summer Days with love never end. Forever chasing the sun, Forever chasing the love.