#Canterbury bell flowers

[laoren-chen]

They’re just some sad flowers 🥀

#flowers #artists on tumblr #doodle #pattern #checker #checker pattern #floral #sad flowers #Canterbury bell flowers #bell flowers

[strbry-shortcakes]

ultratober day 4- Minos

canterbury bells, forget-me-nots, red roses, rosemary.

( i think this one is so on the nose, oh man...)

#ultrakill #minos ultrakill #ultratober #my art #again if i had more time to color i wouldn't have made THAT obvious #i also kinda. rushed the idea because i couldn't do it at school AT ALL #the hole was pretty much a free spot for flowers so #uhhh ok so. #canterbury bells= justice #forget-me-nots= “remember my death” (not the actual meaning in flower lingo just me being obvious) #rosemary=warding off demons (aka keep the Lust layer safe) #red roses=love and passion (that one is the most obvious-especially for the Lust layer as well as the gay connotation in some japanese medi #too many flowers cheapens it soooo much aaa #i'll get to work earlier for day 5-both for composition and flower searching because that takes a surprising amount of time #posting this one 10 minutes before oct 5 AAAA #editing is annoying and my sketchbook warps and i have to hold the page down with a clasp aaaaa #ultrakill fanart

[heartspark]

Canterbury bells 🪻

Some art for my friend @three.wilds ! I know hivewings aren't actually bug sized, but I thought this would be cute 🐝🪻

#hivewing #bee #wof #wings of fire oc #Canterbury bells #flower #heartspark #my art #myartwork #my artwork #dragon #myart #wings of fire

[aresmarked]

Flower Language, for Mizuki bday jp server struggle times prompts :3

I have to shoutout this piece of work because the story that is both implied to come before and after. Delicious.

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The first sprig comes after the secret comes out between them, and Ena goes after her friend.

"I just thought they'd suit you, Enanan~" Mizuki replies, when she asks, and Ena accepts this with a little hum and a smile, tracing the graceful sweep of the petals. They remind her of bells and stars, and they are quite nice—though really, Mizuki didn't have to tease about her using them in her next selfie.

But when Mizuki leaves a cluster a second, a third time, she has to wonder. Vaguely remembering something that Honami told her, she texts a quick question and photo to her.

When she gets the reply, she has to sit for a moment. Laugh. Sigh.

The next time they see each other, Ena's ready with a, 'You're not the only one who feels they should give these', and a bouquet of pink, blue, and white.

The rare blush on Mizuki is well worth it all.

#project sekai #fanfiction #avante arpeggio #mizuena #akiyama mizuki #shinonome ena #the flower in question is the canterbury bell ;)

[flowerishness]

Campanula medium (Canterbury bells)

The Buddha of the flower garden.

#flowers #photographers on tumblr #canterbury bells #buddha #flower photography #fleurs #flores #fiori #blumen #bloemen #our garden #Vancouver

[mysterycharacterflowers]

A bouquet of gladiolus, snapdragon, canterbury bells, gloriosa (flame lily) and white chrysanthemum

Meaning:

gladiolus for loyalty

snapdragon for deception/secrecy

canterbury bells for truth and justice

gloriosa (flame lily) for passion

white chrysanthemum for death

Description:

This character is a detective who has to pretend to be someone else, hence the secrecy. There are a lot of deaths around him, but he keeps his chin up and cares deeply about what he does and the people around him.

He acts like a little kid a lot, but is a bit of a genius and loves a good mystery. Half of his friends are small children, and the other half are detectives and cops because he’s a LOSER (jk I think he has friends from school but they’re like not important). He is at times painfully straight. He’s so autistic. He plays soccer to stim/think. His best friend regularly picks him up and carries him around. He’s so silly and rude and he puts his all into everything he does.

(The pictures were taken from these sites: gladiolus, snapdragon, canterbury bells, gloriosa (flame lily) and white chrysanthemum!)

#mysterious character 2: bouquet of gladiolus - snapdragon - canterbury bells - gloriosa (flame lily) - white chrysanthemum #mysterious characters flowers 2

[flowersfrommygarden]

#flowers #garden #cornflowers #flax #canterbury bells #campanula

[neuropteran]

#canterbury bells #Flowers

[sunflower-lilac42]

✧ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭 || flowers au ♔

summary: connor receives his first bouquet from violet after she visits for her first game

warnings: none, i don't think

notes: finally a happy one! don't worry these upcoming ones all are happy ones as well but i love angst so... that might change. also do you guys want more of the fantilli siblings?? i feel like i have just been writing for violet and connor which i don't mind doing, i love it, but i feel like i made her the sister of luca and adam and i haven't really made it a point to really explore their relationship. also this would've been out earlier but I kind of started watching the golden globes so... and everytime i write connor saying 'sweet girl' or 'pretty girl' i literally die inside. feel free to ask anything for the au because i love hearing from you guys and i hope to answer some questions if you have any. add yourself to the taglist ➵ taglist!

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After relentless begging, text after text, call after call, bribe after bribe, Violet finally agreed to take a weekend to drive up to the city to watch one of Connor’s games. In reality, it didn’t take much for her to agree it was just the timing of his games and her school things that made it almost entirely impossible for her to visit. 

Connor was bouncing off the walls when he got the text from her saying she was coming for not only one but two games, however, he knew the second one wasn’t for him. It worked out that the game she decided to go to, they were playing the Devils the next day. She debated heavily for a while before she decided to get tickets to that one as well. 

Connor was more than happy to get her tickets, Violet initially refused the offer from the boy but he wasn’t having any of it. Getting her two tickets for both the Panthers and the Devils games. He hasn’t been this excited and nervous for a game since his debut and even then, he was calmer than that. 

Violet spent all week working on his bouquet. She hadn’t thought about which flower he represented and when she did, she didn’t know which one to give him. There were so many that he could be, yet as she looked through her book of flowers corresponding them with her favorites, she landed on canterbury bells. 

She had fallen in love with these flowers right before her high school graduation. They were outside the venue where she would graduate from and snapped a picture, not having time to look it up. When she looked up pictures she was immediately entranced by their beauty and knew that she should save those flowers for someone special. 

When she got word of Nico being injured, she was saddened for both him and the team. He was their captain, they couldn’t do anything without them. So even though she’s only met the man once or twice her whole life, she still made him a bouquet.

She dragged Ollie to the games with her, the two of them driving up to Chicago after Ollie’s last class on Friday. She hadn’t seen Connor in forever and she was super excited. She texted him throughout the drive, mostly because Connor wanted to make sure they were driving safely and nothing happened along the way.

When they arrived at Connor’s apartment, she knocked on the door, “I’m waiting.”

Connor opened the door and immediately grinned, bringing her into a hug which she gladly accepted. Ollie excused herself into the apartment as the two stayed hugging, “I missed you.”

Connor sighed, placing his chin on her head, “I missed you too.”

“I need to tell you everything that’s happened in the past however many months.” She giggled, ready for her gossip session with her best friend. 

Connor laughed and led her into his apartment, placing her bag into his room, “You are okay sharing with me right? Or would you rather stay with Ollie?”

She placed a hand on his arm, “If I wasn’t okay with it I wouldn’t have offered it. Now what are we doing for dinner, I’m starving.” She flopped down on his bed curling up into the comforter. 

“I don’t know, what do you want?”

Before she even got a word out, Ollie screamed from the guest room, “Texas Roadhouse!”

Ollie had been obsessed with Texas Roadhouse since she started going to UofI. She and Violet were wandering about and were extremely hungry so they decided to go somewhere they had never been before. She fell in love with the rolls and everything else was history.

“Of course, she does.” Violet turned over and got under the covers of Connor’s bed. Connor raised an eyebrow at her, “What are you doing?”

She shot him an innocent smile, “Getting comfy. I don’t want to go anywhere?”

“Is that true, sweet girl?” Violet blushed at the nickname, Connor only really used it if she was in the middle of an anxiety or a panic attack. She just nodded as she closed her eyes, smelling the fading scent of Connor from the pillow. 

“How about I can go and get it and then bring it back.”

“I came here to see you, I want to spend time with you especially because you have games the next two days.” Her eyes focused on the ground before fiddling with her fingers and picking at them.

Connor placed a hand over her own to stop her from picking at them, “Hey, stop it. You can go with me if you want.”

She popped up quickly, “Okay!”

✧༺✎༻∞

 

Ollie ate in the guest room, not wanting to impede on the growing relationship happening outside her door. Violet and Connor sat in the small living room watching the Blues and Devils game. They were in the middle of talking when all of a sudden the announcers started talking loudly and they couldn’t hear the sound of the skates anymore. 

Violet looked at the TV to see Jack against the boards, not moving. She gasped in horror as they played the replay, even though it didn’t look that bad, he still wasn’t moving. Her leg started to bounce anxiously, Connor pulled her to his side, “Hey it’s okay, sweet girl. He’s going to be okay.”

Even though they weren’t the closest friends, they still cared about each other. Jack and Violet’s relationship was just a bunch of banter and annoyance for one another, but if she needed to or if he did, they knew they could go to each other. 

She never stopped thinking of the worst possible outcome, “What if he’s not? Luke must be so worried right now. I couldn’t imagine if Adam or Luca got hurt.”

The boy moved her to sit in front of him and she wrapped her arms around his torso. Connor unfolded his legs and she scooted closer so she could rest her head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her and placed his other hand on her head, keeping it where it was, “He’s fine, sweetheart. Calm down, please. I hate seeing you cry.”

She calmed down at his touch, one of the quickest times she had calmed down from an emotional high. When she pulled away Connor looked down at her, “Hey there she is.”

He wiped the tears off of her cheeks and smiled, “There’s the pretty girl.”

She groaned, hiding her face back in his chest once more, a blush rising to her face, “Connor. Stop it.”

✧༺✎༻∞

Before the game, Violet and Ollie went out and explored Chicago. They went to the Bean and went to Magnolia Bakery. They went shopping because they both knew that if Connor had gone with them, he would’ve tried to pay for everything. 

Ollie teased the girl as she put on her Bedard jersey, “When are you guys going to get together?”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, come on. You two are so in love with each other that it’s annoying and gross.”

“We are not.”

“Then what were all the nicknames I heard last night, ‘sweet girl’, ‘pretty girl’, ‘sweetheart’?”

“He was just being nice. No one could like me like that.”

“What do you mean V? You are one of the most amazing people ever. You are the kindest soul, you’re out of this world gorgeous, and you make time for everyone. You are the main character of a book or a movie.”

“No, I’m not and can we move on from this, please?” Ollie frowned, saddened by her friend's self-esteem. 

The two drove in almost complete silence, Violet worrying about whether or not Connor liked her. Sure, she had had a deep affection for the boy but when her roommate asked her that question she couldn’t stop asking herself if she liked him.

She never knew why they instantly clicked, whether it was because she was a damsel in distress and he saved her, or simply just because they were the same age. They never went a day without communicating and that hadn’t happened to her ever. She did find it weird that he always wanted to pay for things but she thought it was just because he was being a gentleman. Her last boyfriend was a point-blank asshole that she never told anyone about, so she was unfamiliar with a healthy and good relationship. 

As they pulled into the United Center, Violet felt another wave of anxiety rushing through her, she didn’t want Connor to get hurt. She noticed all the other Bedard jerseys on other people’s backs. She hadn’t felt that bothered by it until she noticed a group of girls, roughly the same age as her, maybe a year younger, and an intense feeling of jealousy came over her. 

‘They are so much prettier than me.’ ‘Connor would be happier with them.’ ‘They probably don’t have issues like I do.’ ‘They probably don’t have a fit over every little thing that happens.’

She pushed the thoughts out of her head, she was here to see Connor, and Connor was excited for her to be here. She and Ollie conversed throughout the game, making little comments here and there. Connor kept looking at her when he was on the bench or when the play stopped. 

When he got his goal, Violet jumped so high, excited for the boy. He pointed at her as he skated back to the bench, a barely noticeable wink but when they showed him on the video board she blushed. Some of the girls were talking around her but she couldn’t pay any mind to it when he was on the ice, eyes laser focused on not only him but anyone who came close to him. 

When he got his high-sticking penalty in the third period, Ollie nudged her, “Ooooo, looks like you got yourself a bad boy.”

“Shut up.”

After the game was over, they stayed behind waiting for the stars of the game. The second star of the game was Connor and he pointed at her once more with his stick, causing her cheeks to redden again. He could do anything at this point and she would blush. 

They met Connor back at his apartment and Ollie went immediately to bed. Violet stayed up until Connor was done with his shower and he laid down next to her, “Hi.”

“Hi. nice job tonight.”

“Thank you.”

“I got you something.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted to, now shut up and close your eyes.” Violet walked over to her bag where she had hidden the bouquet. 

When it was in her hand she sat in front of him on the bed and held it out, “Open.”

Connor opened his eyes and looked down, eyes immediately watering, “You made me a bouquet?”

He had always wanted one after she told him about them. There was something about Violet's flowers that just made him so happy and the fact that he got one made him feel special, “Thank you.”

He examined the flowers with precision, not wanting to miss any details, “What are they?”

“Canterbury bells.”

“And what do they mean?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Of course!”

“They represent faith, gratitude, and constancy. I’m really grateful for you and they just reminded me of a special person which is you.”

Connor couldn’t help but let a few tears fall, “That means a lot.”

“Con, don’t cry!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay.” She hugged him tightly, and that’s how the two fell asleep that night.

✧༺✎༻∞

violetsdiaries

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violetsdiaries i went to chicago this weekend and saw my best friend! if you wish to know, the sunflowers are for Luke, the multi-colored roses are for Nico as a get better, and the opened tulips are for Jack as a get better as well. if you're worried, don't be! luke's taking care of them for me 🫶🏻 missed you lukey 🥲

tagged lhughes_06, ollie.barnes, jack hughes, nicohischier

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lhughes_06 they arrived safely to jersey

⤷ violetsdiaries thank you, thank you, thank you

jackhughes thanks, v. they're really nice

⤷ violetsdiaries of course jacky, don't say i never did naything ncie for you

nicohischier we've met each other once? twice? i can't believe you made me a famous violet bouquet.

⤷ violetsdiaries nico you are the most precious person ever. also famous??

⤷ nicohischier yeah, lhughes_06 never shuts up about them

⤷ violetsdiaries lukeyyyy you got some explaining to do

⤷ lhughes_06 no i don't

adamfantilli wait, there's four bouquets there 🧐

⤷ violetsdiaries i guess that one year of college really paid off 😧

⤷ adamfantilli i don't need your sass missy

⤷ violetsdiaries i was going to tell you but after that comment...

user01 she's so secretive but i'm kind of living for it

user02 i really want to know who that fourth bouquet is for 😫

⤷ user03 fr, i need to know who's so special for them to get a violet bouquet

⤷ user04 the torture needs to end violetsdiaries

⤷ violetsdiaries i would love to tell you guys, but not yet

luca.fantilli you'll tell me tho right violetsdiaries? i'm your favorite brother

⤷ violetsdiaries hahaha no

ollie.barnes hehe adamfantilli & luca.fantilli i know!

⤷ adamfantilli ollie, you're our favorite

⤷ luca.fantilli yeah, adam will buy you anything you want

⤷ ollie.barnes sorry boys, i'm loyal to violet

thompsonjared63 you went to a hockey game without us

⤷ violetsdiaries i'm so sorry, i'll bring you next time

⤷ _connorbedard uh...

⤷ user05 connor why you being like that

⤷ user06 a little sus

⤷ user07 1. who is this man and 2. why is he in her comment section

⤷ user05 he was the first overall pick in the 2023 nhl draft and apparently he knows violet, he's been liking and commenting on her posts for like five or six months now

⤷ violetsdiaries no comment

user08 i feel like her and connor would be a really cute couple

⤷ user09 agreed!

⤷ markestapa i don't

user10 chicago vlog!

✧༺✎༻∞

messyviolets

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messyviolets ollie and i had a bit of fun in chicago... i came for one but saw another... anyways i missed luke so much so it was good to see him. thank you to ollie for the most amazing pics ever

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lhughes_06 missed my best friend 💜

⤷ markestapa i miss my best friend too

⤷ violetsdiaries i'm so sorry marky, i promise i'll visit over break

⤷ markestapa you better

markestapa adamfantilli, luca.fantilli, and i are alll ganging up on you. who's this mysterious person??

⤷ messyviolets no, i deserve my privacy 🙂

nathan.dash she's abandoning us

⤷ aidan.taylor we should kidnap her

⤷ mmcarthy06 as much as i would love to, we can't

⤷ emmett.joy not if she consents

⤷ aidan.taylor then it wouldn't be kidnapping

⤷ drakenilescox we should ask her messyviolets

⤷ messyviolets we're hanging out this weekend 🤭

⤷ a.varrassi22 yay!

⤷ alekleskaj17 yay!

⤷ nathan.dash yay!

⤷ justin.rolland94 yay!

⤷ nick7andersen yay!

⤷ thompsonjared63 yay!

⤷ aidan.taylor yay!

⤷ mmcarthy06 yay!

⤷ drakenilescox yay!

markestapa why are all these illini guys here?

⤷ messyviolets because they are my friends, you got a problem with it estapa?

⤷ aidan.taylor yeah, estapa

⤷ messyviolets aidan, honey, no fighting

⤷ aidan.taylor sorry, v

⤷ markestapa um, not really you're business either

⤷ messyviolets i know you're upset i didn't go to umich, mark, but you can't be acting like this

ollie.barnes we need to have more road trips together

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_connorbedard so... you went to a hawks game

⤷ messyviolets of course! gotta support lukasreichel44

⤷ lukasreichel44 oh yeah, totally

⤷ messyviolets lukas and i are best friends

⤷ _connorbedard i thought i was your best friend

⤷ lhughes_06 _connorbedard that's what i thought too

⤷ adam.fantilli you're really hustling all these guys messyviolets

⤷ messyviolets you have no clue, bro

_connorbedard you didn't die while driving

⤷ ollie.barnes that's because she mad me drive

⤷ messyviolets hey, i drove in the city! you should be proud of me connie

⤷ _connorbedard i am very proud of you, v

⤷ user11 wait they are so cute

⤷ user12 if we don't get more bantilli i will cry, or riot, but mostly cry

⤷ user11 ikr, if he's been who she's posting about, ugh they are amazing and so cute, it's literally like a dream

⤷user13 they are like straight of a book like a forbidden romance or a hidden romance

⤷ user12 wait, you're so right!

_quinnhughes how do you always manage to find cones?

⤷ violetsdiaries because I like them so they just show up everywhere and anywhere

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

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[luvwoniez]

Flowers for Enhypen.

Synopsis; Seven flowers that represented your special moments with the Enhypen members.

Pairing(s)/Extra(s); Enhypen x GN!Reader (Separate)

Word Count; 4.9k

Genre; Romance, Fluff, Some Non-idol AU

Warnings; Slight angst

—Yang Jungwon. Cattleya

Cute. He’s always been called cute. Usually, Jungwon never minded such a thing; it was a simple compliment with a lot of evidence to back up such an opinion. It was something he accepted gracefully from his family and friends. But there was just something about you calling him cute that made his stomach churn.

Those icky feelings didn’t stop there either. He got it every time you patted his head as you called him adorable (“like a kitten,” you said once. It took everything in him not to hiss at the comment like one). It made his brow furrow and lips pout in annoyance when you treated him as if you two were still the little kids who met each other in kindergarten. 

And it only confused him to no end when he felt his heart skip a beat when you asked him to grab something off the top library shelf for you, a winning acknowledgment of the fact that yes, Jungwon had grown into a proper man now. A man worthy of earning your affections and making you feel loved like he’d been planning to since he realized he was in love with you. Still, that didn’t mean he didn’t get annoyed by how you still treated him like a brother. 

That’s how he found himself confronting you, caging you against the wall with his tall build puffing up and blocking anything else in front of you that wasn’t him. It was uncharacteristic and just the slightest bit uncalled for, yes, but he couldn’t take it anymore with how much you babied him as if he were your little brother and not a guy who was so clearly into you despite his oh-so-obvious attempts to make it known. The cup that was filled with his frustrations was bound to spill over at some point. 

His eyes bore into you. Within them, you could catch the mix of impatience, worry, irritation, and– most importantly– affection. The kind that you’ve sworn was just a figment of your imagination: an excuse you told yourself repeatedly because there was no way you should be looking at your best friend the way a lover should. It was risky, and you weren’t just going to sacrifice what you had between you two for a bunch of feelings you were set on ignoring until they faded.

But that proved to be even more difficult than you expected with the way he moved just the slightest bit closer to you, your hands flailing to his shoulders to keep him from coming any nearer and hearing the way your heart beat erratically in your chest. You suddenly became hyper-aware of the broadness of his figure and his towering height. Had he always been like this? You thought. Your mind flashed to the image you had of Jungwon before, the little boy you met so long ago. Now, he had grown– close to enveloping your entire frame if he tried. 

“Stop calling me cute. I don’t like it.” Jungwon’s face was dangerously close to yours. His breath tickled your skin as his nose nudged against your own. Your throat felt dry as your eyes fell down to his lips. If he took just one more step, he’d be able to kiss you. Oh God, did you want him to?

—Lee Heeseung. Canterbury Bell

Heeseung has always been thankful for a lot of things in his life. He was thankful for finding his love for music when his parents handed him a mic for the first time. He was thankful he could always ace his music class because of his perfect pitch. He was thankful that he found it in himself to pull through just enough to figure out what he wanted to do. Finally, he was thankful that you were there for it all.

He could never remember how he met you; he just knew that you’d been in his life for as long as he could remember. Maybe it was because your parents were friends, or maybe it was because your house was right next to his and you attended the same school for years until you graduated from high school. Every time he felt nervous before a performance, he searched for your face in the crowd, knowing you’d be at the front row like you promised.

When Heeseung was bored on a weekend, he would run by the convenience store to buy your favorite snacks before running over to your place and hoping you’d let him in with his humble offering.  He would wait for you after class, laughing with you at how some of your classmates made goo-goo eyes at him (“Oh please, they wouldn’t gush over you if they had to wake you up every morning.” You laughed. They wouldn’t, but they’ll never find out. If there’s anyone he wants to wake up to every morning, it’s you). 

Life could change at any point, but you and he never would.

Then, college came around. And he found himself coming back to a place that was no longer next to yours. No more seeing you in the crowd when he played for school events, knowing that your smile was the one that calmed him down the best. No more laughing as he walked you home about your peers crushing on him, holding hands as you crossed the street.

No more surprising you with your favorite snack and admiring as your face lit up. No more seeing your face every morning as you dragged him out of bed to get to class in time, wishing one day you’d wake him with a kiss.

The moment his plane landed, he bolted straight to wherever you were. Conveniently enough, you had come along with his mom to pick him up from the airport. He ran straight into your arms, indifferent to the fact that he left his luggage rolling away behind him as Heeseung enveloped you in a hug. He honestly thought he was dreaming. How could he not when your laughter finally rang next to his ears instead of from his phone’s speakers, finally slotting yourself into his hold and filling up that you-shaped hole that he’s had since the first month he was away from you?

“Thank God,” he whispered into your cheek, “I’m home.” Home to you, his constant.

—Park “Jay” Jongseong. Lavender

Jay was a warm-hearted person, the good guy you’ve always dreamt of meeting someday– the one you’d be so excited to introduce to your parents because you know that they’d just love him right away. You’d never met someone so loved and so willing to love others as much as him. You could see it when he cared for the six other boys he considered as his own brothers; when he’d call his mom every few days and remind her that her son would always be there; and when he’d cook your favourite dish when everything became a bit too stressful. There was no one else like him that you’d ever met before. 

But there are times when you are truly reminded of how much you just adored him and how he adored you. 

You two sat in silence by the window, soaking in the last few rays of sunlight before the sun had retired under the horizon. The hot air from that morning and afternoon had slowly started to dissipate as night claimed the sky little by little, and perhaps you had found yourself settling closer to your beloved. One of his arms wrapped around you, pressing you as close to his side as he possibly could. His fingers danced along your sides before pinching your skin. Jay let out a chuckle as you jolted.

Your brows furrowed. Sternly but playfully, you called out to him. “Jay.”

“Yes, lovely?” His eyes were full of mirth, adoringly setting his gaze upon your narrowed eyes looking at him. Even with faux annoyance, you could never stay committed to the act– not when he looked at you like that. His smile didn’t help either. You caved the moment you saw his lips curl upwards, and his expression was only something you could akin to a satisfied cat.

After dropping the act, your countenance had softened once more into contentment. “I think I could sit down here with you all day if I could,” you whispered, “all my life maybe.”

Jay hummed. “I think I could too.” He cleared his throat afterward.

“And it wouldn’t be just that. I think I want to wake up to you every morning every day. I’d even wash the dishes every night and take naps at three in the afternoon on Sunday’s. I’ll go to the vet once a month, pick up groceries every two weeks, and kiss you every night– if that’s what it means I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Despite the intensity of his confessions, you pulled away from him briefly before leaning into him again and lightheartedly kissing his cheek. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say the red on his cheeks was from his confessions; however, you knew better. He’d never be embarrassed to say such things, not when they were the utter truth. Instead, his flustered expression was just a reaction to how you had showered him in simple affections.

You eyed his lips, “if that’s the case, why don’t you do something about it already? My left ring finger’s feeling way too light right n-” 

Jay didn’t let you finish. He kissed you before you even could. In that kiss, there were a thousand more words that he wasn’t able to say before. A thousand more promises. A thousand more plans for you and him. But there was only one vow that was communicated to you at that moment.

I am devoted to you and you alone.

—Sim “Jake” Jaeyun. Forget Me Not

It had been approximately three years since you last saw your best friend in person. Three years of texts replied to late into the night. Three years of brief phone calls once every few days. After three years of asking each other, “when will I see you again?” every time things became way too stressful.

You’ve never been more proud of Jake in your life when he told you he got accepted into his dream university. The only problem was it was in Seoul, a city more than seven thousand kilometers away from you. It was hard enough convincing him to seize his chance, even if it meant being away from home for a prolonged period of time. It was even harder seeing him go at the airport, hugging him so tightly for a second longer because it just occurred to you that your best friend wasn't going to be physically beside you during a time when you felt like you needed him the most.

The hardest thing about it though? Being in love with him since your childhood and wondering if he was in love with someone else as much as you were with him. While you weren't outwardly vocal about your curiosity, you always asked him if he'd gone on any dates or found anyone of his recent acquaintances cute– all of it under the guise of being his best friend instead of someone who's been in love with him for a greater part of your life. Even now as you video-called each other on a Friday night after a week that left both of you unable to communicate from packed schedules.

You watched Jake tap his pen against his desk, jolting his phone and leaving the image of him shaky on your end.

"Can you tell me again why you decided to call me on a Friday night while you're doing schoolwork?" 

"Our professor gave us a problem set, and I'm doing it early to free my schedule on Sunday. Except I don't want to do it while I'm alone–" he huffed, carelessly throwing his pen onto the desk surface with a small thud– "and I miss you."

You ignore the last part of the statement for the sake of your sanity. If you didn't, your face would heat up to concerning temperatures and your heartbeat would be too loud in your eyes for you to properly listen to Jake. Despite that, nothing could dissipate the fluttering in your stomach or stop the air being taken from your lungs. You only rolled your eyes. Catching the movement, he let out a gasp of fake offense.

You smiled dearly at him. "Jake, you'll just get distracted by calling me– don't even deny it; I've known you for more than ten years now. Plus, shouldn't you be going out and socializing right now with friends? I don't know, maybe eating out or going to a party? Usually, college students spend their Friday night with plans, y’know?”

“Unless–”

“Don’t even insinuate that I don’t have friends! I do, and I’ll gladly let you know that their names are Jay and Sunghoon.”

As you watched him fidget in his seat, your heart warmed. It might not have sounded like it, but Jake tended to be shy at times. You could still remember his seven-year-old self reaching for your hand when he got too anxious to talk to some of the teachers at school. Knowing he had friends to check up on him when you couldn’t was a reassuring thought. 

“Replacing me already?” You faked sadness, pressing the back of your palm to your forehead dramatically, which he quickly denied while placing his face as close to the propped-up phone as possible. 

“I could never! You’re literally my favorite person in the whole world!”

“Besides, I wanted to make plans with you anyways,” he leaned back on his chair with that charming smile you always lit up seeing. You’ve seen it more times than you could count, but it never failed to remind you just how far your affection for him has reached. “I actually wanted to spend time with you earlier, but we were both busy.”

You hummed at that.

“I remember just how great it feels to talk to you after a hard day. I just know everything bad is over when you’re with me.”

Just like that, he stole your heart again. Only this time, you hoped he knew that he did. By the way your chest felt like it was about to burst, the way your hands clammed up, and the way your lips lifted into a crooked grin. It felt unfair that he could turn your world upside down as easily as he did. It would take you a minute before you could even say anything.

“When will you be home again?” 

“Sooner than you know it,” he answered– to which you let out a small laugh through your nose.

“Better be, you dork. I miss you.” And you weren’t aware of it, but on the other end of the line, Jake could only think: I miss you more.

—Park Sunghoon. Agapanthus

When asked if there was anything Sunghoon loved more than being on the ice, he’d say there was nothing– which would be a complete lie. Anyone who knew you would know that because if there was anything Sunghoon loved more than figure skating, it was you. You were the only reason he ever liked going to practice early in the morning.

The early morning chill had just started to settle upon him when he trudged across the parking lot to the doors of the arena as quickly as he could. He felt relief and warmth as he went past the glass doors and into the well-heated building. The person behind the desk by the entrance simply nodded at him, already used to seeing his face for the past five years. The reprieve of heat would only be short-lived, however, because Sunghoon would soon find himself in his training clothes and standing next to the ice rink.

His brows were knitted together, but his face was stiff; it took everything in him not to make his sour mood so obvious, but there was only so much Sunghoon could do to hide his ever-growing annoyance at the insistence of morning practice. Even when he bunched himself up in all the layers he could take with him, it could never stop the way the cold always nipped at his skin or the fact that he couldn’t even take a nap (or else he’d be scolded for the third time that week for dozing off). Of course, that didn’t stop his eyelids from drooping once, then twice. Finally, Sunghoon slowly started to drift off to sleep on one of the seats.

It was the ruffling of fabric that would rouse him. Blinking awake, he was greeted by the blurry sight of a figure standing over him.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty. We have to get onto the ice now. Have you stretched yet?” You laughed. Sunghoon would be quick to compose himself out of his dazed state. If you were to be honest, it made you think about how a drunk man would look like trying to sober up. He nodded afterward.

Sunghoon brought a hand up to his face, wiping away the sleep with his palm. “God, I hate morning practice.” The boy sat up straight, and you both made your way onto the ice. 

“Yeah, but you still go anyway.” Only because he gets to see you.

Still suffering from the effects of tiredness, he ended up lightly bumping into you as you both tried passing through the gate. Sunghoon’s arm brushed up against yours, and his cheeks tinged red at the feeling of his skin coming into contact with you. He immediately let out an apology before letting you pass through. He stood there, waiting, until he felt something grasp his wrist. 

You pulled him with you, and the force had him ungracefully stumbling onto the ice. The surprise of it all and the struggle to balance himself made his eyes widen. If his face was red before, he was sure he looked like a strawberry by now. Sunghoon just hoped you thought it was the cold instead of the fact that you grabbed onto him.

You two glided smoothly across the cold surface by muscle memory, but your hold on him never faltered. You simply continued to pull him along. “Finally awake?” The way you grinned at him made him gulp. “Y-yeah,” was the only thing he could choke up. Feeling you so close and seeing the joy on your face made his heart thump in his chest, so much more than when he would compete. You let go of him, letting him slide to a stop while you stayed in motion. You circled around him, looping twice before taking off. Sunghoon watched you round the rink before taking off into a waltz jump (as a warm-up, he assumed). Your time in the air was fleeting, and the jump itself wasn’t impressive,  but it was enough for him to glimpse you in all your beauty as he stood there motionless. He was never going to tell you, and if you ever found out, he’d curl up into a ball and lock himself away in his room– but you’d always be his favorite way to start the day.

—Kim Sunoo. Aster

Sunoo always spent his summers with his grandmother– and by extension you, the kid who lived right next door. For those few weeks when he was away from the big city, he lived in the countryside. You two spent your days rolling in the grass, catching bugs, and playing under the sun. When the sun began to set, you’d run home and get scolded for getting your clothes dirty. After getting ready for bed, you’d call him from your window adjacent to his, and you’d say your goodnight’s before doing everything all over again. As you grew older, your schedule changed, but you always stayed together. By the time you were both teenagers, most of your hours playing had evolved into reading each other’s favorite books, having picnics on good days, and sneaking out to watch the stars. 

The summer you were both fifteen, Sunoo (like always) spent his summer with you. It was a sunny day as you sat under the shade of a large tree. A cool, grey blanket was spread underneath you; snacks of all kinds littered it. Right in the middle of it all, Sunoo sat cross-legged as you braided his hair. It had grown long enough when his summer vacation started, and he told you he opted to cut it right before school started. That left you with enough length to make him eligible to become your personal doll.

“Ow! Don’t tug too much,” he whined, and you only huffed. “It hurts, you know!”

“It’s because you keep scooting away while I’m braiding. Of course, it’ll hurt.” Your brows furrowed in concentration. Your giggles followed after, and you knew it was because Sunoo was pouting even if you couldn’t see his face. 

A breeze tickled your legs, and the leaves above you danced along with it. Silence settled upon you and your companion. It was a comfortable one, one you were more than used to with all the time you spent with him. However, you knew that something else was boiling right under the facade of a completely normal day, and it was already starting to seep onto the surface.

You opened your mouth, “I know it’ll be your last summer here for a while.” Sunoo stiffened, but you continued on playing with his locks. “I overheard Grandma talking with your mom on the phone. She said you were going to have to focus on your studies more, now that high school is going to start.”

“When were you going to tell me?”

Sunoo sighed. Another silence. Then the bob of his Adam's apple. “I was going to tell you the last day… so you wouldn’t be sad. It won’t be my last visit here– I know it won’t be! We can always contact each other through our phones too, but I just didn’t want this summer to end feeling like I was saying goodbye.”

You smiled at that. Sunoo was always so sweet. Out of all your friends, Sunoo was the most caring. He was also the one who understood you the best, even if he did live so much farther away than everyone else you knew. He knew you’d just feel depressed knowing you wouldn’t be able to see him so much less than you already do; that, and you were never good at goodbyes. Every time he had to go home, you cried without fail. No matter how much you assured him that you weren’t going to cry this time, tears would start sliding down your cheeks. 

There was another unnerving silence, but you were still there. He could still feel your fingers fiddling. You were mad– he could tell– but you weren’t showing it at all. Typically, you’d start to lash out at him, being stubborn or just a bit aggressive. It was your defense mechanism, something that wouldn’t betray the hurt piercing your chest and instead swap it with anger. Were you so mad as to stay speechless?

When he felt your hands start to retract, he panicked and turned around. He wasn't greeted by the sight of your crying face, eyes red and cheeks wet. Instead, you only sweetly smiled at him. You slipped a mirror into his palm, making sure he held it up near his face. Sunoo could spot a splotch of purple just by the side of his head. As he turned his face to the left, a flower peeked at him.

“Do you know what those are, Sunoo?” He shook his head. “Those are asters. I don’t know if they’re as common in the city as they typically are here, but I hope that every time you see one, you’ll think of us.”

“I’ll miss you so much, Sunoo.” Your eyes may not have shed tears, but his certainly did that day. He’d never forget what happened that sunny afternoon. Maybe that’s why even five years later, he’d think of asters, and he’d think of all the summers and all the moments you’ve shared. He’d think about every time you’ve laughed and cried. He’d think about the time you both ran across your grandma’s house and got scolded. He’d think about the time you two biked up all the way up a hill to watch the sunset. He’d think about your smiles and your crying face. He’d think of your laughter and your green overalls. He’d think of you. Each time, without fail.

— Nishimura "Ni-ki" Riki. Viscaria

1, 2, and 3, and 4– Ni-ki stared at himself in the mirror, his body rolling against the groove of the music in the background. He’d been at it for hours. That was evident by the shake in his muscles and fatigue in his bones– 5, 6, and 7.

 Still, he’d practiced the routine for the hundredth time that day. 

He kicked his foot up, swerving himself into a new position. One that evidently took more energy than the last. His arm had collapsed, unable to support his weight any longer after it had tired out, which led to Ni-ki flopping onto the polished floors. The boy stared at the ceiling, chest heaving with every second. 

“And eight,” he grimaced as his limbs screamed for reprieve. 

He stayed that way for a few more minutes to catch his breath. The beat of the speakers sent vibrations to his head, which he welcomed deeply as it calmed the pulsating adrenaline in his system. Sweat dripped down his face, wetting his hair and causing his shirt to stick to his abdomen. It felt uncomfortable, and he made a mental note to shower as soon as he finished. Despite being used to it, he never truly liked the way sweat made him feel icky. 

He closed his eyes. That’s when he heard the squeak of the door as it opened, but he couldn’t will himself to check who it was that came in. “Nishimura Riki,” your sing-song voice scratched his brain in a way too satisfying to be ignored. “Thought you’d be here, ducky.” 

Ni-ki winced at that.

He could just picture the smile on your lips. You’d called him that ever since his friends commented how similar he looked to one. It had stuck with you more than other nicknames he’d been given before, mostly because it was the fastest way to get him to pout. “I’m a puma, you know that,” he groaned at your approaching footsteps.

You laughed, and it took everything in him not to crack a smile. When he opened his eyes, it took some time before his vision could adjust. Ni-ki’s gaze zeroed in on you, the light above casting a halo around your visage as you leaned down to look at him. You rolled your eyes at him, and he fought every cell in his body that screamed at him to kiss you. 

"Whatever you want, ducky." There's a thud next to Ni-ki, and he barely registers that you've settled down right next to him. You've folded your legs to sit criss-cross, knees just brushing the hair atop his head. You were still staring at him. There was this look in your eyes he couldn't quite place. 

Your fingers moved to point to the middle of his brows, and Ni-ki couldn’t help but furrow them in confusion. You give him a smirk, tracing your fingertips down the bridge of his nose– only to press at the tip. Ni-ki scrunched up his nose.

In the sliver of a second, he’d gotten himself up to sit down right in front of you. He leaned over your space, his shadow slightly engulfing you. Ni-ki looked down upon you with mischievous eyes. His hands slid up to your forearms, and he was close enough that you could nearly feel the tickle of his breath against your skin.

“You just love to tease me, don’t you?”

You scoffed. “Like you don’t do the same to me, ducky.” You matched his own gaze, pupils flickering across his face– only to linger on his lips like you’d done a few times before. And it seemed you weren’t the only one to hold the habit every time you two were too close to each other. You stayed facing each other, waiting for someone to break the silence between you two.

“Dance with me?”

The way he said it was almost breathless, a struggle for his lungs to push the syllables from his mouth. Yet, it was said with a determination that you’d long associated with Ni-ki when he so keenly wanted something. There was no quiver in his voice, only a silent but strong desire for his plan to be put into action. 

“And tell me, why should I?” You raised a brow.

He shot you a grin. “I’ll let you call me ducky.”

And when he pulled you from the floor and into his own arms, you grimaced at the stick of sweat on his skin. But it did little to deter you from fully being dragged by his hands. “Nishimura Riki!”

Ni-ki could only laugh as you puffed your cheeks. “Mm, on second thought, I think I like it better when you say my name.”

#luv.enha #enhypen x reader #enha.jungwon #enha.heeseung #enha.jay #enha.jake #enha.sunghoon #enha.sunoo #enha.niki #jungwon x reader #yang jungwon x reader #heeseung x reader #lee heeseung x reader #jay park x reader #park jongseong x reader #sim jaeyun x reader #jake sim x reader #sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon x reader #sunoo x reader #kim sunoo x reader #niki x reader #nishimura riki x reader

[loosescrewslefty]

STILL not gonna touch the 2nd Anime OP for Floriography, but I found a cute little Anya that Endo made for a charity that seems fun and doable!

These blue/purple flowers are Canterbury Bells, representing Gratitude, and the Gerbera Daisies symbolize Cheerfulness/Celebration/I Appreciate You. Pink Gerbera's specifically represent feelings of Thankfulness.

The green and pink flowers are Peonies, which symbolize Bravery in Japanese floriography. Pink Peonies symbolize Affection, and Green Peonies represent New Beginnings.

The tiny white flowers we see all about are Baby's Breath, representing Innocence and Everlasting Love. The clusters of white flowerbuds are a little harder to identify, but I THINK they're white lilacs, which also symbolize youthful innocence.

Curiously, it looks like there's also a pink camellia pinned to Anya's dress, which symbolizes Longing for You and My Destiny is in Your Hands.

#spy x family #sxf #anya forger #floriography #official artwork #tatsuya endo

[touchlikethesun]

haikyuu pairing floral arrangements

i came across this list of victorian flower meanings and immediately knew i wanted to come up with floral arrangements for different hq couples, just for funsies <3

kagehina: amaryllis (pride), sun flower (adoration), blue violet (faith, trust)

tsukkiyama: lilac (joy of youth), forget me not (true love), purple heliotrope (devotion)

bokuaka: red rose (love), yarrow (healing), pink gladoilus (integrity and strength)

kiyoyachi: peony (bashfullness), hibiscus (delicate beauty), fern (sincerity)

iwaoi: purple monkshood (chivalry), canterbury bells (constancy), buttercup (memories of childhood)

#thoughts? #do you agree disagree??? #do you have a fav??? #personally my fav visually is bokuaka's and my fav meaning-wise is tskym's #may have stretched someeee of the meanings #but it's just for fun lol #haikyuu #kagehina #tsukkiyama #bokuaka #kiyoyachi #iwaoi #flower language

[lovebvni]

a dream i had + how it pertains to shifting

so, as you guys know i am a dream interpreter, but i am also a reality shifter. a dream i recently had really reminded me of shifting and parts of it have stuck with me for a little while now. i had this dream on the 19th of december in pretty sure, and it is currently the 22nd and i still remember it. this isn’t normal for me. so i will explain the parts that feel the most important then get into the message.

sorry this is kinda long!

the part of the dream was this:

two litte girls, one black and one white, said they were going to run away to their and get married. they showed us a dress and i said something like “your father and i made that dress!” (i am not married in my cr btw AND THE GIRLS R NOT RELATED HELP ME) this dress it had strawberries on it and it was pink and white with ruffles around the trim and sleeves. both strawberries and pink and white are signs from my soulmate. pink is his favorite colour and the main sign i get from him is strawberries! when typing this yesterday, i got this sign n i was like aww!

anyways, i decided i was gonna help them, even after the trouble they cause me before (they like kept breaking into my house n shit. they were little ghosts at this point) but, in order to help them, i had to open a “portal”. it was a green bush over the side of a brick building. it was circular with blue flowers. they looked like lillie’s of the valley but turned upward. they were light blue. i’m pretty sure they were canterbury bell or blue coral bell flowers. it was very interesting. the flower on the bottom right had water in it. earlier i had visited it this exact place and tried to pour the water from that flower into my white candle (which was either made OF my mother or given to me by her. i hope it’s the second option) this didn’t work earlier, and i had the candle again. i leaned down again in front of this flower and pulled out the candle. i started pouring the wax from it into the flower. i’m pretty sure it started to glow, but then i woke up.

i have no idea what happened in this dream afterwards, but i feel in my heart that i was able to get these girls home and then i went through for something. idk LMAO

anyways that was the serious part, what the meaning could be for my shifting journey.

very obviously, it’s saying reverse how i do this. instead of trying to take from the “fountain of life” aka shifting, try to give. give part of myself. make it more fun. have less of a strategy and do more what feels right, you know?

i feel like this can be applied to day to day life. don’t take someone’s energy, be willing to give some… even if it’s sacred to you. be willing to share and do more for others like i did for these girls.

btw i had a similar dream last night where i saved two cats n a plant (yeah a plant) from my fathers residence because they were all like dying, malnourished n stuff like that. i did eventually n they were all safe. it made me very happy.

helping others is a reoccurring theme now, and i feel like that’s going to be the chapter i’m stepping into now :)

im very excited for this new journey coming to me. one where i can rest and guide, fulfill my souls purpose and also have some fun !!!

i love u!! thank u for reading :)

#abyss .speaks #abyss .rambles #reality shifting #shiftblr #reality shift #shifting #desired reality #shifting community #black shifters #shifting motivation #shifting consciousness #shifting antis dni #desired reality shifting #shifting realities #quantum shifting #reality shifting positivity #shifting blog #shifting journey #shifting stories #shifting tips #shifting advice #dreams #dream interpretation

[danielarlngton]

A Huguenot, on St. Bartholomew's Day, Refusing to Shield Himself from Danger by Wearing the Roman Catholic Badge (1851–52) is the full, exhibited title of a painting by John Everett Millais, and was produced at the height of his Pre-Raphaelite period. It was accompanied, at the Royal Academy of Arts in London in 1852, with a long quote reading: "When the clock of the Palais de Justice shall sound upon the great bell, at daybreak, then each good Catholic must bind a strip of white linen round his arm, and place a fair white cross in his cap. —The order of the Duke of Guise."

It depicts a pair of young lovers and is given a dramatic twist because the woman, who is Catholic, is attempting to get her beloved, who is Protestant, to wear the white armband declaring allegiance to Catholicism. The young man firmly pulls off the armband at the same time that he gently embraces his lover, and stares into her pleading eyes. The incident refers to the St. Bartholomew's Day massacre on August 24, 1572, when around 3,000 French Protestants (Huguenots) were murdered in Paris, with around 20,000 massacred across the rest of France. A small number of Protestants escaped from the city through subterfuge by wearing white armbands. Millais had initially planned simply to depict lovers in a less dire predicament, but supposedly had been persuaded by his Pre-Raphaelite colleague William Holman Hunt that the subject was too trite. After seeing Giacomo Meyerbeer's opera Les Huguenots of 1836 at Covent Garden, which tells the story of the massacre, Millais adapted the painting to refer to the event. In the opera, Valentine attempts unsuccessfully to get her lover Raoul to wear the armband. The choice of a pro-Protestant subject was also significant because the Pre-Raphaelites had previously been attacked for their alleged sympathies to the Oxford Movement and to Catholicism. Millais painted the majority of the background near Ewell in Surrey in the late summer and autumn of 1851, while he and Hunt were living at Worcester Park Farm. It was from a brick wall adjoining an orchard. Some of the flowers depicted in the scene may have been chosen because of the contemporary interest in the so-called language of flowers. The blue Canterbury Bells at the left, for example, can stand for faith and constancy. Returning to London after the weather turned too cold to work out-of-doors in November, he painted in the figures: the face of the man was from that of Millais's family friend Arthur Lemprière, and the woman was posed for by Anne Ryan. The painting was exhibited with Ophelia and his portrait of Mrs. Coventry Patmore (Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge) at the Royal Academy of Arts in 1852, and helped to change attitudes towards the Pre-Raphaelites. Tom Taylor wrote an extremely positive review in Punch. It was produced as a reproductive print by the dealer D. White and engraved in mezzotint by Thomas Oldham Barlow in 1856. This became Millais's first major popular success in this medium, and the artist went on to produce a number of other paintings on similar subjects to serve a growing middle class market for engravings. These include The Order of Release, 1746 (Tate, London), The Proscribed Royalist, 1651 (Lord Lloyd-Webber Collection), and The Black Brunswicker (Lady Lever Art Gallery, Port Sunlight). All were successfully engraved. There are smaller watercolor versions of the picture in The Higgins Art Gallery, Bedford, the Fogg Art Museum, Harvard University, and a reduced oil replica in the Lord Lloyd-Webber Collection, all by Millais.

#art #video #artist: john everett millais

[heaveninawildflower]

Watercolour painting (between circa 1921 and circa 1930) of Canterbury Bell flowers by Janie Wilkinson Whyte.

http://handle.slv.vic.gov.au/10381/15388

Wikimedia.

#Canterbury Bells #Janie Wilkinson Whyte #botanical art #floral art #Australian art

[weirdplutoprince]

top 5 flowers or historical fashion trends?

1 - Canterbury bells

2- Primavera/Bounganvilea

3- Pink ipê

4- Peonies

5- Hibiscus

#asks #ask games #you know me so well