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For this bonus round, we're looking for prompts inspired by plant/flower symbolism and the language(s) of flowers!
Here are some resources on flower meanings:
Script Florist
Farmer's Almanac
Wikipedia: Hanakotoba
Wikipedia: Plant Symbolism
This round will end on July 1st.
Fills can be in any format, and you can fill your teammates prompts, but you cannot fill your own prompt.
You can post as many fills and as many prompts as you want!
for your prompt post title, please use the following format:
PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
for your fill post title, please use the following format:
FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
POINTS - BONUS ROUNDS
For prompts: 10 points each (maximum of 150 prompt points per team per round)
For fills:
First 4 fills by any member of your team: 100 points each
Fills 5-10: 50 points each
Fills 11-20: 40 points each
Fills 21-50: 30 points each
Fills 51+: 25 points each
PROMPT: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-06-18 02:35 am (UTC)A Bouquet for Courting:
Combine the following in a bouquet fastened with a silky red ribbon:
Blush Roses for blossoming romance
Cornflower for hope in love
Sweet William for gallantry
Honeysuckle for devoted affection
Cited from: Floriography: An Illustrated Guide to the Victorian Language of Flowers by Jessica Roux
FILL: team rosemary
Date: 2024-06-18 11:31 pm (UTC)FILL: Team Kittyuri
Date: 2024-06-23 09:59 pm (UTC)------------------------------------------------------------
Mandy is skeptical when she receives the bouquet. Her cheeks are flushed a bright red that puts the blush roses to shame and Kiara chuckles.
“What is this?” Mandy asks, eyeing the petals warily. She already has her hands shoved into the pockets of her cargo shorts but she pushes them in another two inches deeper. “Is this a break-up bouquet?”
Kiara laughs at the ridiculousness of the notion. The stammering, the side-eyes, the anxious glances even as her eyes light up with the proposition–these are all par for the course for Mandy.
“No, it’s not a break-up bouquet,” she replies evenly. The lady at the register had tied the whole thing together with a silk red ribbon and she twirls it absent-mindedly around one finger. “Come here and I’ll tell you what each one means.”
Mandy steals closer like a reluctant cat. She has a scowl affixed to her face but she gingerly scoots the few inches across the couch to close the distance and tucks her head into the crook of Kiara’s neck. She’s close enough that Kiara can wrap her free arm around her shoulders and though Mandy jumps at the contact, she doesn’t shrug it off like she would have a couple months ago. Small steps but they’re getting there.
“You’re sure it’s not a break-up bouquet?” Mandy says again and Kiara laughs as she rubs small circles into her skin.
“Positive,” she replies and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Mandy keeps her hair short but it still has a bad tendency of getting in her eyes. “Let me show you what they mean.”
Mandy’s still eyeing the flowers like they’re a ticking time bomb but she doesn’t make any sounds of protest. The grumpy cat plastered onto her shirt does all the frowning for her though. (The colors are fading from the washer but Mandy loves that shirt to death and refuses to give it up to the donation trucks. Besides, Kiara thinks it’s cute.)
She pulls a rose out by the stem and kisses the petals before offering it to her. Mandy fumbles to hold it, dropping it once on the carpet before curling her hand around it in a fist like she’s trying to choke it.
“Blush roses represent blossoming romance.”
“B-Blossoming romance,” Mandy echoes, tripping over the words and Kiara can’t think of anything more adorable.
She plucks a blue one out of the bouquet next.
“Cornflowers for hope in love,” she says and Mandy adds it to the collection in her clenched fist. The stems bend dangerously from the pressure. “Honeysuckles for devoted affection.”
Kiara picks the fourth and final type of flower from the center, Mandy’s gaze fixed on the motion.
“And Sweet Williams for gallantry.” When Mandy goes in to grab it, Kiara places a kiss on the back of her hand and all the flowers go tumbling to the floor in a colorful explosion.
“I thought the flowers would look good on the dining table,” she says, pressing another kiss–this time to the inside of Mandy’s wrist–before she can recover.
Mandy’s like an overloaded server–steam practically blowing out of her ears.
“Right,” she echoes although Kiara knows she has no idea what she’s agreeing to. She kisses the top of her head and Mandy flushes brighter than a red rose.
“Happy anniversary, Mandy,” she says, smiling. The fading sunset bathes them both in gold. “Love you.”
Mandy looks left, then right, then left again like she’s about to cross a busy intersection and Kiara has a feeling that’s an accurate representation of what’s happening in her mind. She squeezes her eyes shut and then pushes herself off against the couch to crane her neck upwards. Kiara thinks she’s aiming for her cheek but the kiss lands on her nose instead and then she’s too embarrassed to try again.
Mandy won’t look up from where she’s buried herself into Kiara’s shirt, cheeks flushed, but Kiara can still make out her words.
“Happy anniversary, Kiara. I love you too.”
FILL: TEAM KITTYURI
Date: 2024-06-28 04:06 pm (UTC)artwork