Flowersymbolism Stories

originally written july 4th, 2021 happy birthday c!tommy ~ fluff and no angst

Gary Oak, the quintessential city kid, is forced to move to the small town of Pallet, his uncle insisting that it was a great opportunity for him. Gary knows it was just a plot to get rid of the troubled kid with too many issues to count, but it's not anything new. With a smoking addiction, prickly personality, and shitload of unresolved trauma, he befriends his greatest opposite, Ash Ketchum. Ash is a town boy, born and raised in the quaint place. He grew up with his single mom, pet mouse, and a fuckton of friends. With secrets almost nonexistent in this town, he finds out about the new kid from the city moving into Professor Oak's place. With a bubbly smile, love for animals, and a past creeping up behind him, Ash falls in love with Gary Oak, his complete opposite. And against all odds, Gary Oak falls in love with Ash Ketchum too. Of course, their love lives are the least of their problems right now.

"how did it go, "a rose by any other name"?" +bnha +quick read +hanta sero x fem! oc

"Flowers" is a story about Juliette Rousselle, or as everyone calls her, La Fleur-a kind-hearted, soft-spoken woman who's living a simple life in Paris. By day, she's a talented chef and baker at the Cherry Red Bakery, where the smell of fresh pastries and cinnamon fills the air. But underneath her gentle exterior lies the mind of a sharp detective, one who's been a little out of work lately. She's comfortable with the familiar routine of the bakery, the warmth of the ovens, and the comfort of her second family-Liam, her co-baker, and Mr. Monsieur, the bakery owner she sees as a father figure. But when the elegant and mysterious Amara steps into the bakery, everything changes. Amara, a successful writer, is the author of Juliette's favorite book, Flowers-a haunting novel about a girl who dies under mysterious circumstances in a grand mansion surrounded by vines and flowers. Amara has been hearing strange noises from her in-laws' mansion in the woods, and she needs Juliette's help. What begins as a simple investigation soon unravels into something much darker. The mansion hides secrets-secrets that will lead Juliette into a twisted trap, one that mirrors the very book she loves. As the mystery unfolds, Juliette finds herself unknowingly entangled in a deadly game where the lines between reality and fiction blur. And in the end, her role in Amara's tragic fate may be the most shocking twist of all.

A short story about the 'cursed' princess of Roujhen (it sounds really cliché, I know, but give it a try, it will improve and pick up slowly). This will be part of a series of short stories that will act as a prologue of sorts for my main story 'Fruits of Oblivion'. Flower symbolism will be very important in these stories, you don't need to know about flower symbolism, but it makes the story more enjoyable, I guess... For now I will post the prologue, I will post the first chapter in a few weeks or less. All illustrations and writing in this story is done by me, if you would like to borrow anything please notify me first.

"Uh hey, um you do custom bouquets here right?" He asked. Tommy nodded and he sighed in relief. "Great, well you know how flowers have symbolism, right?" Tommy snorted. "Well, I do work in a flower shop, Big man. A lot of these bouquets aren't just for looks." "Oh yeah, right. Well anyway, I need a bouquet that just says fuck you." Or, Sapnap and Quackity are idiots, Karl wants them both and Tommy's just here for the ride Or, or, Tommy's life of working at a flower shop ----- Also posted on Ao3 if you would prefer to read it there <3 THIS IS ABOUT CHARACTERS NOT CREATORS

Oneshots about the danganronpa characters. Some about platonic relationships, some about rarepairs, some of just a single character, some with prompts and some completely random. Probably OOC

I would love them till the very end. Even if it were to kill me... it did. *･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･''･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･* I died because I loved. I died because I wasn't loved. I died because of love. I died.

This is a guide to flower symbolism that I will use in my stories and illustrations. I will update this at random intervals because I usually research a handful of different flowers at a time. I have already researched a lot of flowers, but it will take me time to type and proof read.

A solar physicist, whom is getting eloped in Italy during the months of his visit, goes out one lovely night to witness the picturesque sun rise only to find himself being accompanied by an artist who had chosen him as his next art masterpiece. A painter, who had sneaked out during the ungodly hour to paint the star-filled night, sees an undoubtedly breathtaking beauty sitting on his usual spot at the dock.

Some PakTC since I like that. Warning, slightly heavily uses flower symbolism so I would watch out.

A new story I'll forget about Wowie!

Ranboo is dying, and in do so has to face morality, judgement, and fear on his own. Looking back on his life, he couldn't have been that bad, right? But the Harbinger thinks otherwise. However, it's not up to the Harbinger, it's up to God. Ranboo and Tubbo are both 20 in this fic. *THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE NEWS OF TECHNOBLADES DIAGNOSIS WAS RELEASED. THIS IS MERELY A COINCIDENCE, WRITTEN OVER A MONTH BEFORE THE VIDEO DROPPED.* New chapters will be released as we hit subgoals on my Twitch and/or YouTube. Sub goals: Twitch - new chapter every 10 subs. YouTube - new chapter every 100 subs. There are also stories for the other characters in this series, which can be released as subgoals if anybody is interested. Just let me know! Cover by @citreaa

A poem I made (I was going through something when i wrote this, im not sure what, but this is cringey, please forgive me)