[GreyScale]

name; Gaia
gender; She/they
prompt; What would the flowers say if they could speak? Why they would tell a number of stories, each flower eagerly but gently telling tales of what they have seen. Stories of the birds who nested above them in an old tree, of little children with bright smiles picking them and weaving the stems to make crowns and of lovers finding the prettiest one to give to their beloved. Some flowers would tell tales of windswept hills and the beauty of secluded rivers or about coming to life within a small crack in an ocean of concrete and steel. All stories whispered from soft petals into the wind for those who choose to listen for even just a moment for a moment is all it takes for beauty to be shared. [130/600]

[Rosi]

name; Azami
gender; Female
prompt;
Wip

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name;
gender;
prompt;

reserve

[Ucanthandleme]

name; Ransom
gender; Female
prompt;

[I…I-I can't Francis it's simply too much for my heart to handle, how could I, how could I say something, something so scandalous?!]

Ransom lay on the cool metal table, their face turned to the flowers listening with interest, what new gossip were they going to hear about today.

[Margret how many times do I have to say it please speak normally you're not some fancy 18th century British flower, you're simply a rose.]
[Gasp!]
[Francis, how could you say such a thing to me? But no matter, I know what is truly in your heart… you are jealous that the gardener Peter trimmed my branches not yours, so no matter, just be a salty little Peony and listen to my story.]

Ransom sniggered a little at their antics, stuffing another cookie from the table into their mouth with no decorum at all.

[You see Francis just thinking about the ordeal makes me feel faint (insert dramatic sigh), you won't believe me but I saw Tommy, yes Tommy the gardener making out with Miss Claire from the maid department infront of old Smokeys bush. Poor old Smokey, he is already on his last legs since the new gardener pruned his leaves a bit too much and now this! His old heart probably can't take something so thrilling happening.]
[Thrilling you say? Let me tell you, Margaret, the old apple tree told me something even more heart racing then that]
[Quick tell me Francis!]
[Well let me tell you… I'm just a salty little Peony so I won't tell you!]

Ransom looked at the star-struck rose whose petals were on the verge of popping off in anger, giving a snort Ransom stuffed another cookie in their mouth.

[Fine I'll tell you since you're so insistent, the butler and the youngest miss of the household having an affair under Todd the apple tree, but not just that, they were even planning on how to kill the young Misses fiance before eloping together.]
[Too scandalous, too scandalous, tell me more.]

Ransom gave a smirk, good to know, a little more dirt on people within the family, even my own youngest sister. Things should be fun.

[Francis that is simply exhilarating, well I also heard about th- AHHH!!]
[What is it, mad woman?]
[It's on me, it's on me, what do I do Francis it's touching my stem, get it off, get it off!]

Looking closely Ransom spotted a small caterpillar making its way up the Rose's stem, giving a chuckle they decided to help the unfortunate rose, gently plucking off the stress inducing caterpillar.

[A life saver, a life saver, I guess I must now devote my life to you.]

Ransom's face went black as a pot, a flower devoting their life to them, no thanks. With a scrunched up face they then felt a hand on their shoulder, turning, they came face to face with the handsome complexion of their fiance. "What makes your face look like that," they asked. Before Ransom could speak they heard, [Actually on second thought I'm going to devote my life to that hot man, Francis, Francis are you listening to me.] "Gossipy flowers", Ransom cursed in their heart.

(534/600)

[strawberryy]

name: Annabelle
gender: female
prompt:

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Annabelle can hear the voices of flowers, but only through their singing, so she
dances to communicate with them, creating beautiful songs.

[Furrydogs12]

name; Meadow
gender; Female
prompt; If flowers would talk, they’d communicate about their days. Gossiping and bragging about how many people stopped to take photos or smell them. They’d talk and try to convince people to come admire their looks… as well as perhaps trash talk the other flowers; cause as you know, flowers are vain and narcissistic when it comes to admirers.

All flowers like to show off, weather giving off flirtatious comments to passers or try to show themselves off by catching the glint of sunlight.

They despise dogs and canines though, they try to eat them as well as use them as a restroom! They’d complain about the canids and when they spot one coming close, they’d say “not again!” Or “here we go again”. Oh, they also hate kids, those pearly little creatures like to try and pluck them or stomp on them. It’s quite painful they’ll have you know. In all flowers like adult human beings, not dogs or children. (160 words)

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[KandieFloofsterLoch]

name; Petunia
gender; she/they
prompt; what would flowers say if they could speak?? I feel like flowers at a young age when they start growing their petals and leaves they would say lots of sweet and endearing things!!! complimenting you and saying how much they wanna grow into a super strong or pretty plant. But as they age and get older some will offer wisdom about life or would be very bratty and complain about how much people pick them off the ground or pick off their petals for their own pleasure without the plants consent despising people who picked their friends or family off. Others will offer advice about life kinda like some wisdom of communication and being calm too and be somewhat like a therapy friend to whoever speaks to them

[SolarSam]

name; Lumi
gender; female (she/her)
prompt;

Apparently this one is really into My Chemical Romance…?
(This flower actually exists, it’s a black bearded iris! ^^)

[nermal1999]

name; Fiona
gender; Female
prompt;

Fiona wasn't exactly sure how she found herself in this rather... Let's say unique of situations. But nonetheless, here she was sitting before a bunch of partially sad and angry, and even a few aggressive flowers.
_______
The day had just started out perfectly,
The sun was high and brightly shining, and the guy that Fiona has had a crush on since forever finally noticed her! And like any young lovestruck girl she was filled with a dreamy feeling.
Sitting on a nice flat rock in the park she let out a soft sigh before gently running her fingers gently across the top of a small patch of flowers before her.
Slowly twisting her finger around one of the flower's steams she gave a gentle pull. "Ow!" thrusting her head up in full surprise due to the sudden cry in pain, she quickly gazed around for what had cried out, only to see that there was not a person in sight. "Hey.... Hey lady!" Hearing a voice again Fiona quick looked side to side in confusion before final looking down at the small flower that she still had her finger wrapped around.

"Please don't pick me, just to pluck my petals to see if someone likes you or not!
No one likes a flower killer!!"

Fiona's eyes widened in shock as she leaned down a little closer. l-uh, d-did that flower just- was this flower talking!?
"Would you mind letting go of me! You're starting to break my steam!"
The small flower began to push on her finger with its small little leaves and gently thrash from side to side, and before Fiona could even let out a breath one by one all the surrounding flowers began to bop up and down chanting.

"Flower killer! Flower killer! Flower killer!
Flower killer! Flower killer! Flower killer!"

Fiona quickly removed her hand from the flower before looking all the flower's over with a worried expression on her face.
"No, I wasn't, I mean I didn't mean to, I'm not a-"

"Silence, flower killer! Every day hundreds of us are pulled from our beds just to have our petals plucked from our heads, due to mindless lovestruck girls like yourself!!
All just to tell if a person loves you or not!
We're flowers how can we predict that!
And what's worse is even runny nose little kids have learned to pull at our petals for no apparent reason! Well, we say no more of this! The flower balding ends here! We are flowers! And our petals are our pride and joy!"

"It's not nice to pull off our petals!"

"Yeah! Let's see how you like it!!"
Suddenly, in the midst of all the commotion, a small angry flower thrust themselves upwards and grabbed a hold of a strand of Fiona's hair and plucking it from her head before letting out a maniacal laugh.
"Ow! That hurt.... For a cute little patch of flowers you sure are angry"

"We are angry for justice!!"
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So basically if flowers could speak they would riot against flower balding.
[510/600]