#flower memes

[sleepy-bebby]

Scientist want purple petunias to be more purple. Purple petunias said “lol nah I’m gonna become white petunia and also help with aids research”. Like a boss.

Source: here.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Catasetum incurvum wants to know what's up.

[lorene-dairson]

🌼"What sort of flower is this?"

send 🌼 to give my muse a flower

"They're chrysanthemums!" Lorene checks the yellow ribbon holding the small clutch of flowers together, and satisfied that they won't fall apart, he rambles on. "Symbolically, they indicate friendship, longevity, joy, and trust. Medicinally, chrysanthemum blossom tea is used to soothe sore throats, promote cardiovascular health, and work towards anti-inflammatory efforts. It's also quintessential in any relaxation tea blend. It's also a great herb for skin health! Chrysanthemum is one of those teas that's used for just about everything, and for good reason, too!"

Lorene adjusts the tightness of the binding ribbon, and twiddles with the arrangement of the flowers like a professional--he does work at a flower shop, after all--making them more aesthetically appealing. "Once these have lived their life of beauty, I'll dry them out and add them to tea. I could use the relaxation, honestly--and everyone can use better skin! Thank you so much for these!"

[lorene-dairson]

🌼 a dark purple pansy and an orange tiger lily are left on his doorstep

send 🌼 to give my muse a flower. bonus for giving a reason for the flower and maybe even the meaning!

Uh oh.

A bouquet on his doorstep--usually a good thing. Usually it was from Reinite, and was meant to convey some feelings that she was too shy (or too proud, and damn could he relate) to say out loud. But Lorene recognized two warning signs at once: one, it wasn't a bouquet per se, just a handful of flowers, and two? The type of flowers said volumes.

Purple and orange weren't exactly complimentary colors. That meant that the negative connotations of the flowers were in play. Like a tarot card, every flower had multiple meanings--most of them positive, but there was a "flip side," too.

Dark purple petunia. Anger. Resentment. Repressed negativity. Orange tiger lily. Hatred. Ferocity. Explosive rage.

Shit.

Now he had to find a way to explain he'd been sent home briefly, that Multiversal forces were at play here, that it wasn't his choice and certainly wasn't his fault. But that was a lot more complicated than would fit in a bouquet. Still...he had to start somewhere.

As quick as he could, Lorene assembled a bouquet with lily of the valley (apology, rebirth), purple hyacinth (I'm sorry, please forgive me), blue hyacinth (I am at your service), and red tulips (sincerity and rebirth). He scrawled a note--"Let's meet."--tucked it into the ribbon (blue as his cloak, as the heraldry of his house) binding the bouquet together, and left it on Reinite's doorstep.

All he could do then was hope. And maybe pray, if Polaris could hear him in this forsaken place.

[lorene-dairson]

they hold up a bundle of cosmos out.

“Here. They are from the store I work at. Thank you for working hard at Papa’s cafe.”

send 🌼 to give my muse a flower. bonus for giving a reason for the flower and maybe even the meaning!

"Oh, they're beautiful! Thank you!" Lorene had become a fan of most flowers since coming to the island, but he had a special soft spot for those with a subtle fragrance. He pulled the bundle of cosmos close to his nose and inhaled deeply, savoring the there-and-gone honey aroma.

"Wait..."

"...Don't we work at the same store?"

With how often Lorene ran errands and deliveries for Aerith's flower shop, how seldom did he actually see his coworkers? Way to pay attention, Elf-boy.

[lorene-dairson]

🌼: an orange zinnia. she doesn't give a reason or stop to say anything at all. bye!

send 🌼 to give my muse a flower. bonus for giving a reason for the flower and maybe even the meaning!

An orange zinnia: the flower-language equivalent of a high-five.

Neat. There's a very short list of gods who Lorene would consider friends (or even better than filth), and Insight is on it. (Honestly, it's just nice to have friends, whether they're gods or not.)

"Thank you!" he calls cheerily after her.

[lorene-dairson]

d 🌼 😏

send 🌼 to give my muse a flower. bonus for giving a reason for the flower and maybe even the meaning!

Him again. How did this man always manage to make Lorene feel wrong-footed? And now he was pressing a flower into his hand? Heinous. Illegal. Unfair.

"Aren't you married?" the Prince managed to grumble. He did not, however, manage to reject the gift. Stupid, beautiful Sebastian.

[lorene-dairson]

A very full bouquet of flowers is placed on Lorene's doorstep. It contains Purple Hyacinth, Red Rose, Blue Hyacinth, Pink Carnation, and VIOLET.

Attached - in her familiar, scratchy penmanship - is a note that reads: "Words suck, flowers speak more. P.S. If you want, could you be my plus one for a wedding?"

Less than an hour later, a bouquet shows up on Reinite's doorstep. It's a bit of a chaotic jumble, but he returns her subtle communication in kind: with SUNFLOWER, WHITE TULIP, Purple Hyacinth, Red Rose, Myrtle, and Viscaria.

Stuck deep between the blossoms is a small card. In hasty but immaculate penmanship, it says, "Yes. --Lorene. P.S. Check your Dust account. Converted currency = the shoes you left with me at the Ball. Buy something magnificent."

When Reinite checks her phone, she'll see that a thousand Dust has been direct-transferred to her account. The shoes she shoved into Lorene's hands that day in Tir Dolmindon when she fought his mother were expensive, after all.