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Supertato Flower Languages

Supertato: Gladioluses, which symbolize strength, moral integrity, and remembrance

Carrot: Irises, which symbolize wisdom, hope, trust, and valor

Broccoli: Tulips, which symbolize perfect, deep love, rebirth, charity, joy and optimism

Aunt Broccoflower: The music note plant, which represents the beauty of a well-lived life, peace, the “music” of nature, and a lighthearted, cheerful spirit

Uncle Cauliflower: Asters, which represent love, wisdom, faith, and patience

Caulilini: Lavender, which represents serenity, grace, calmness, and devotion

Great Aunt Gypsy: Camellias, which symbolize style, elegance, and grace

Brocco-Mum and Mumma Broccoli: Carnations, which represent love, fascination, distinction and motherly love

Kale: Jasmine, which symbolizes love, sensuality, beauty, and grace

Chilli: Tiger lilies, which represent confidence, fierce beauty, prosperity, and pride

Tomato: Peonies, which represent romance, prosperity, good fortune, and a happy marriage

Grape Kids: Pansies, which represent loving thoughts, remembrance, and contemplation

Evil Pea: Snapdragons, which represent grace, strength, deception, mystery and magic

Sweet Pea: Sweet pea flowers, which represent blissful pleasure, thankfulness, departures and sweetness

Butterfly Pea: Butterfly pea flowers, which represent purity, grace, divinity, metamorphosis, new beginnings, and spiritual intuition

Sugar Snap Pea: Lilac, which represents springtime renewal, youthful innocence, and the spark of first love

Snow Pea and Winter Pea: Snowdrops, which symbolize hope, rebirth, and the promise of new beginnings

Beach Pea and Sea Pea: Beach/Sea pea flowers, which symbolize fond memories, gratefulness, lasting friendship, strength, resilience, and endurance

Mommy and Daddy Pea: Orchids, which symbolize luxury, refinement, rare beauty, and thoughtful love

Mini Peas and Tiny: Forget-me-nots, which symbolize true love, faithful connection, and remembrance

Corn Cobs 1 and 2/Corn and Cob: Larkspurs, which represent strong bonds of love, lightness, an open heart, a sweet disposition and a desire for laughter

Turnip: Water hyacinths, which represent the delicate duality of beauty and power, natural abundance, adaptability, spiritual purity, grace, and resilience

Pumpkin: Pumpkin blossoms, which represent bounty, prosperity, fertility, growth, abundance and the appreciation of nature’s seasonal gifts

Captain Pak Choi: Crimson pirate daylilies, which symbolize fleeting passion, flirtation, and seizing the moment

Kiwi and Kiwiberry: Bird of Paradise flowers, which represent joy, freedom, magnificence, paradise on earth, optimism, faithfulness, and successful new beginnings

Prickly Pear: Prickly pear cactus flowers, which symbolize endurance, protection, unyielding strength, the beautiful, hidden potential that can emerge from harsh or challenging circumstances, warmth, warmth-in-adversity, and resilience

Banana: Sunflowers, which symbolize adoration, loyalty, and unyielding faith

Monstertato: Calla lilies, which symbolize magnificent beauty, purity, rebirth, and graceful transitions

Robotato: Cornflowers, which represent hope in love, delicacy, devotion, fidelity and the anticipation of romance

Jalapeño: Fire lilies, which symbolize passion, glory, bold ambition, resilience, transformation, and the intense energy of achievement

Sprouty Claus, Cranberry and her Parents: Poinsettias, which symbolize good cheer, success, celebration, joy, community spirit, miracles, holiday warmth and positivity

Runner Bean: Daffodils, which symbolize new beginnings, rebirth, resilience, joy, unrequited love, and the promise of spring

Baby Watermelon and Daddy Watermelon: Baby’s breath, which symbolizes everlasting love, pure affection, innocence, the purity of new emotions, the innocence of newborns, and spiritual devotion

Raisin: Primroses, which symbolize youth, new beginnings, young love, femininity, grace, and renewal

Seakale, Crambe and their Parents: Sea kale flowers, which represent resilience, purity, endurance, overcoming adversity, inner strength, and untouched natural beauty

Melody: Stargazer lilies, which symbolize ambition, prosperity, wealth and the pursuit of dreams

Ken: Marigolds, which represent sunshine, warmth and optimism

Supertato, Melody and Ken’s Parents: Red roses, which symbolize passionate love, romance, and deep devotion

Ginger: Lotus flowers, which symbolize purity, rebirth, spiritual awakening, resilience, eloquence and truth

Lemon: Lemon blossoms, which symbolize fidelity in love, discretion, promise, longevity, and the sweet beginnings that help us navigate life’s sour challenges

Lime: Lime blossoms, which symbolize healing, protection, conjugal love, fidelity, grace, and dreams

Dr. Orange and Clementine: Orange blossoms, which symbolize purity, innocence, eternal love, fertility, prosperity, and new beginnings

Dr. Paula Red: Apple blossoms, which represent preference, good fortune, peace, hopeful romance, rebirth, fertility, and the promise of future happiness

Peach: Peach blossoms, which symbolize romance, prosperity, and the renewal of spring

Plum: Plum blossoms, which symbolize perseverance, resilience, hope, the courage to overcome adversity and the promise of impending spring

Cherry: Cherry blossoms, which symbolize renewal, the fleeting nature of life, and the beauty of the present moment

Strawberry: Strawberry blossoms, which symbolize perfect goodness, purity, innocence, the sweetness of life, new beginnings, and faithful love

Pineberry: Daisies, which symbolize innocence, purity, new beginnings, and cheerfulness

Blueberry: Magnolias, which symbolize dignity, nobility, perseverance, and a deep love of nature

‘Ākala: Hibiscus flowers, which symbolize delicate beauty, feminine power, seizing the present moment, hospitality, romance, and Hawaii’s famous Aloha spirit

Lettuce: Water lilies, which symbolize purity, rebirth, enlightenment, peace, grace, emotional depth, tranquility, elegance, and centered wisdom, etc.

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Next on the list is Gin!! For her flower, I chose the Lily of the Valley

Explanation under the cut

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #gin akutagawa #gin bsd #flower language #brainworm supernovas

So I'm looking through my favorite website for flower language (The Language of Flowers: An Alphabet of Floral Emblems (1857) — The Public Domain Review) and I just learned that the page has more than one book. Other than realizing I should use webpages better, I has found that these don't have a consistent agreement on certain flowers meanings... or species. I have decided to rectify this by making a spreadsheet of the flowers, their meanings, and their species.

If anyone wants to help, I would greatly appreciate it.

Sincerely, Claire

#flowers #flower language #help wanted #help would be appreciated

from, musing of thy soul

I've slowly been realizing a lot of things that connect with other things within my life.

There's many things that I catch myself doing or saying that is a result of something that someone else conditioned me to react like.

A time where he couldn't really talk much, and I knew about it, but as time went on without really hearing his voice and I'm noticing that my behavior is feeling limited- and then I noticed that I was starting to fawn...

And then suddenly it all made sense, even though I knew it hurt for him to talk, I had doubt within my thoughts because let's be real now; who would really want to talk to me?

But I realized that I was fawning because with whom who shall not be named, he would ignore me for the slightest thing. If I said something slighty factually incorrect (in his eyes) then you bet I was getting ignored for hours.

If I brought up something that I didnt like, or had a different opinion on than him- then I was ignored for hours upon hours.

I remember once, we were laying next to each other in bed scrolling on tiktok. I told him to look at the tiktok I sent him, but I accidentally didn't send it to him but I thought 100% that I did. And he got upset with me and jumped to the conclusion that I had sent it to some other guy instead of him.

I only had one other person added on that app at the time, my bestfriend, thats a guy.

Now remember how I said I thought that I 100% sent it to him, yeah my confidence broke when he asked me to show him my tt messages with my bsf to see if I had sent it to him.

But I didn’t show him, because what if on accident, I really did send him it? and then I'd look like I was lying the whole time when I really wasn't? And yeah, sure I could've showed him and if it really was sent to him then maybe he would've understood it was an accident.

Except I knew him better. No matter what I did in that situation, he would've found any excuse to not believe me. And by the way, I never did send that video to my bsf, and I knew I didn't.

But after all of that, he proceeded to ignore me and sleep in another bed from me for a week straight.

The sickest part about it all, was that at the beginning of me and him- he had told me something that I would repeat in my head all of the time just to try and delude my mind into thinking that he cared about me.

"I want to talk to you all of the time," is what he told me.

And then proceeded to ignore me consistently off and on for basically two years straight.

-sincerely, heavensent.

♡ 7/7/26, 12:45 am - 7/9/26, 4:17 am ♡

#i love you #love #angelcore #flower language #pretty angel #sincerelyheavensent #reactive abuse #emotional abuse

Sidney Crosby - Pittsburgh Penguins

Sidney is so well known, the face of the NHL for so long and he's notoriously private. His flowers are so small. He loves strongly but quietly. A consummate gentleman, his love is full of protection because he knows what it means to be in his life, what his soulmate will have to deal with.

The level of patience this man has is legendary, calm cool and collected in so many ways. Guys push and push and push at him, and once in a blue moon he will erupt, just sudden explosive emotion on the ice before cooling right off again. Oh he'll get mad but never for long, and he won't hold grudges (unless you play for Philly).

Incredibly devoted, whatever he puts his mind too, whether its a new hobby, hockey or his relationship he's going to give it his all and ensure others are very aware of his constant drive.

Blue Daisies - long term loyalty, trust Mallow - Beneficence, sweet disposition Sundew - resilience, survival, allure French Marigold - devotion, passion St. John's Wort - protection, light, renewal Camellia - constancy, steadfastness Canterbury Bells - gratitude, constancy

Sid's mark is exactly in the centre of the back, right where his hand rests anytime he's in public with his soulmate. An almost tiny Sidney amongst the foliage and small flowers unfolding slow and careful over the skin.

#soulmark flower au #hockey rpf #soulmate au #soulmarks #flower language #sidney crosby #asks open

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Hello!

Thinking of starting a tiny lil series of soulmate flower au drabbles. Essentially what flowers would appear on their soulmates skin to represent them, their personality, their love, etc. I have several already done for different players but I'd love to do more. The idea is that soulmarks come in with not only your soulmates name but also 1-3 flowers/plants showing their personality/how they care/love their soulmate and the relationship as a whole. Soulmarks are a pretty personal private thing, most keep them hidden but if your soulmate is particularly loud and proud the flowers/name would be bold and large probably. It's like a visual example of what your soulmate feels for you/about you, they can continuously show up throughout life, but flowers appear with very powerful profound feelings, not just casual thoughts for fleeting moments of emotion. I also have always bought into the fan theory that soulmarks show up where your soulmate touches you the most so placement might also be included. Please let me know if you're interested in this. I love planning and thinking about fic ideas and theories so I would have a blast doing this. I will say I don't know all players so if you want to see a specific player please send in their name, team and maybe some info about them because while I follow hockey my knowledge to specific players is honestly pretty out of date. Example below: Will Smith

#soulmark flower au #hockey rpf #drabbles #flower language #soulbonds #soulmarks #rpf #will smith hockey #soulmate au #I need people to know this is literally just for fun

Thorn Adorned Roses.

!!--Hey! Content Warning--!!

This poem contains no mature themes, but it's pure fluff and yearning incredibly sappy and full of romance.

!!Recommended reader age: none!!

Reader's discretion is advised!

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I can’t tell you the worst of what I’ve done, The worst that I’ve seen, The worse places I’ve been, The worst that I’ve felt bruised And etched into my skin. I can’t bring myself to tell you the full truth. Not you, I can’t lose you. Not when my lungs finally feel full again without the nicotine. You took my breath away but with you I can breathe again. Please don’t leave. I can’t handle if someone leaves again. Please just let me keep breathing again. With you, it’s too natural. It feels with you like I’ve found an old friend. Someone who’s seen past the gates before, But you’ve barely even peeked inside. The vines weave so densely around me, I can see them in my head, smell the floral scent as you reach your hand through the chain links, Through the crosshairs. Don’t get caught in the crossfire. My vines may be fireproof by now, but I’ve been burned so often before. I don’t want you to burn too. I’m not used to the care, Or the kindness, Or the love, Or the blindness. it comes so naturally to you. Like loving me was the easiest thing in the world to you. But it couldn’t be. I’ve never been easy to love. I’ve been notoriously difficult to love. Hard to even like most days. Too intense, unnatural, too much. But when I look into your eyes I don’t feel as harsh anymore. The way you look at me feels like the sandpaper I needed To smooth my harsh edges. Like refining the shards of glass Into brilliant gems. Like bringing to life what I’ve always wished I could feel like. It comes so naturally to you. And it’s terrifying to me. Because what if By the time the seed pods Bury themselves deep enough to grow, To spread, To stay, What if by then You’ve found the key? And you’ve stepped into the cellar? And you find the monsters? You find the reason why the garden has been so empty of anyone beyond the flowers and vines? What if you find the thorns beneath the yellow roses? Touch the thorns gently, please. Don’t prick your finger. I’d let the foliage rot before I’d let it draw the petals from your skin. I know firsthand just how sharp these thorns can be. Don’t let these thorns scare you away. A dull ache blooms in my chest At the mere thought of being left again The thorns scratch up as they grow through my throat, I try to form words but I can barely form A natural breath, A sting in my chest at the thought of you Finding a garden much more worthy of your fertilizer. Other gardens have strong blossoms Filled with sunflowers and snapdragons Calla lilies and magnolias Meadowsweets and cosmos. But my garden is full of bramble bushes. Yellow carnations, buttercups and celosia dangling loosely from the branches, Rhododendrons lining my gates, And petunias lining the rocky trail. But look past the thorns and I promise You'll find honeysuckle. And red tulips, red carnations. White lilies and bright daisies. Apple blossoms hanging visibly off the oak trees If you just listen to the cornflowers. I know I'm a wild rose, But my petals are dark red in the right lighting, Darker as you cast your shadow further upon me.

I'm well aware of the contradictions. Look closer, But don't look at all. Come through the gates, But stay off the path. Don't get closer, But I beg you to stay. I don't know what I want. All I know is that I want you. More than I could ever dare to admit. The barbs of your wire have wound around me Digging into my skin and sticking into me. I feel the petals fall to the ground as I struggle to get away. Wait, Why am I trying to get away anyways? The further you step into the garden, The brighter it seems to become. Your rays of sunshine penetrate through The most stubborn of my shadows. You keep finding keys to every gate That I've placed in your way. You continue to treat my weeds like they're flowers, Tugging on my dandelions Just to disturb the soil, Just to make me bloom even further. I didn't even know I could grow this much. You seem to know just what to do with each blossom I show you. You seem to pour your heart out Over my cardinal flowers and canna lilies. You beam down on my zinnias and lantanas. Your warmth brings my hibiscus to full bloom. Somehow, you stopped my wilting lisianthus, And brought my orchids back to life. The further you step. Through the gates, Past the locks, The more you seem to open me up. Like flipping through the pages Of an old dusty book, The paper yellowed with age, But the spine perfectly solid, in tact. Like anyone else had simply walked past it. Not bothered to flip through the pages. You stand there reading my words for hours. Line by line, Stanza by stanza Paragraph by paragraph. Still, somehow, you stay. Reading my horror story As if it were perfect poetry. You understand me too well. You watch when I write, Catching when my ink Starts to bleed across the lines. Wiping the mistakes clean Instead of smearing the pigment. You know the words I’m going to write on the page Before I even decide how to phrase it. You read my body language The way I read the language of the flowers. You read me The way I read my vintage poetry. Like I’m inspiring, not wilting. I learned your middle name today. A perfect middle name for such a perfect person. You see my flaws And instead of running away You sew me up. Running stitches lining my petals In brilliant strings of golden thread. Gold reminds me of you now. The shimmering light of the color Reminds me of the kindness in your eyes. You’ve unlocked the cellar door. You peeled away the paint and drywall And twisted your key in the door. You’ve found the monsters, found my secrets. You’ve found the things I’ve kept hidden. You didn’t run. You’re staying. With a smile. And honestly? That’s almost scarier. Because you’re painting my carnations. You’re watering my roses, Repotting my lilies, And tasting the honeysuckle nectar. It’s never tasted this sweet before. Your wires wrap tighter around me, But I’ve stopped struggling altogether. The barbs don’t feel sharp anymore. In fact, the barbs weren’t barbs at all. You still had my thorns in your hands. You plucked my thorns away before I could notice. But Instead of tossing them away, Or running, You stopped to admire them. Stopped for a moment. To learn the curve and the color. Learned the sharpness of the tips, And found how they all lean slightly left. I opened the rest of my gates to you. And I handed you the rest of the keys. You cradled the golden metal In your hands Like the purest form of treasure. I didn’t even notice The keys were your color Until you smiled about the connection. We’ve walked through my garden together. Pointed out our favorite flowers, Watered the Peruvian lilies and irises, Watched as the ivy Grew around the fences, My hand locked in yours. And I never noticed That a garden all of your own Full of flowers and vines and beautiful trees Was right next door the whole time.

#poetry #romance #flower language #fluff #yearning #im so in love its not even funny #like its worrying at this point #it was supposed to be a hot chick summer why am i like this #flowers #garden #original poem

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