#Miltonia

[thebotanicalarcade]

n382_w1150 by Biodiversity Heritage Library Via Flickr: Pteridophyta und Anthophyta / Wien :K.K. Hof- und Staatsdruckerei,1908. biodiversitylibrary.org/page/4345726

[calamondinblooms]

My miltoniopsis is blooming

[mistakenlyscifi]

2021-2022 doodles

[cheminhsiao]

Orchid Paintings: 2017 ~ 2022 by Chemin Hsiao Queens Botanical Garden, 08/09/2023 ~ 10/2023 Visitor & Administration Building Gallery

Taiwan: A World of Orchids, 8/11~8/13/2023 https://queensbotanical.org/orchids/ ---------------------------------- Since the exhibition “Sitting with the Garden” and the 1st brochure cover painting for the annual program “Taiwan: A World of Orchids” at the Queens Botanical Garden in 2017, I painted various genera of orchids including Phalaenopsis, Oncidium, Miltonia and Brassia by direct observation onsite during the annual Orchid Show at the Garden between 2017 ~ 2022.

For the first time, the 6 original cover paintings will be displayed together with the corresponding brochures/postcard and other 22 orchid paintings at the V(istor) & A(dministration) Gallery at the garden, as this year's Taiwan Orchid Show opens this Friday, 8/11.

[moritapills]

Orchids are my favorite flowers btw

[hexjulia]

✅️ posts: scheduled

✅️ divebombed: by lorikeets

✅️ my orchids: in ill health

[helluvatimes]

A Yellow Sunset

Miltonia Sunset glowing together in the National Orchid Garden. Photo credit: Jonathan Chua.

A stop of underexposure was used here to darken away the shady undergrowth to better isolate the orchids.

[myfoodsflowers]

Aliceara (Beallara) Peggy Ruth Carpenter 🌸 "Morning Joy" - Beallara orchids, or Aliceara The parents of Peggy Ruth include Brassia, Miltonia, Odontoglossum and Cochlioda in winter the flowers

[pabs-art]

Miltonia emblem for the ship. I based it on vintage tattoo designs.

[thebotanicalarcade]

n97_w1150 by Biodiversity Heritage Library Via Flickr: Dictionnaire iconographique des orchidees : Bruxelles :Imp. F. Havermans, 1896-1907. biodiversitylibrary.org/page/37027125

[archive-of-artprompts]

💐Send in a number + Character and I'll draw them in an outfit based on that flower💐

African Daisy

Alpine Columbines

Anemone (aka windflowers)

Angel's Trumpets

Apple Blossom

Azalea

Balloon flower

Bee Orchid

Bird-of-Paradise

Bleeding-heart

Boat Orchid

Bougainvillea

Bulbous Buttercup

Calibrachoa (aka million bells)

Camellia

Carnation (aka clove pink)

Cattleya Orchid

Cherry Blossom

Chrysanthemum

Cockscomb

Colorado Blue Columbines

Columbines

Common Freesia

Common Poppy (aka corn poppy)

Clover Flowers

Cucumber Blossom

Dahlia

Daffodils

Daisies

Dancing-Lady Orchid

Delphinium

Dinner Plate Dahlia

Dwarf Mallow (aka common mallow)

Easter Lily

English Rose

Forget-Me-Nots (aka scorpion grass)

Foxglove

Frangipani (aka plumeria)

French Rose

Gardenias

Golden Columbines

Hibiscus

Himalayan Poppy

Hollyhocks

Hyacinth

Hydrangea

Iris

Lady Tulip

Lantanas

Lavender

Lilac

Lily Of The Valley

Lobster-Claws

Lotus

Marigolds

Miltonia

Moss Rose

Moth Orchid

Morning Glory

Nasturtium

Nightshade Flower

Oleander (aka nerium)

Orchid

Painted Daisy

Painter's-Palette (aka flamingo flower)

Pansy

Parrot Tulip

Passionflower

Peony

Persian Buttercup

Petunias

Poinsettia

Protea (aka sugarbushes)

Pumpkin Blossom

Red Columbines

Rose

Royal Lily (aka regal lily)

Saucer Magnolia

Snapdragon

Snowdrop

Southern Magnolia

Spider Hibiscus

Spikenard Flower

Stargazer Lily

Sunflowers

Swamp Rose

Sweet William

Tiger Lily

Toad Lily

Tulip

Vanilla Orchids

Water Lily

Western Lily

White Egret Flower

White Freesia

Wild Peony

Wild Rose

Wisteria

Zinnias

Zygopetalum Orchid

[mistakenlyscifi]

2022

[nightlock-1989]

I am alive! I lost 65 pounds. I fell in love. I dealt with a heartbreak. I had a major PTSD episode due to sexual assault. I finally accepted what I knew deep down and that I raped by my spouse throughout my marriage. I discovered that hiking and solo traveling feed my soul.

And I'm ready to begin the next part of my life and am moving to Colorado.

AND I have a sneak peek for the next chapter of boyfriend material. Enjoy!

So, what is your role tonight?”

“Answer questions for our guests, suggest things to look for, help Flavius with the create-your-own bouquet station.”

Included in the cost of the pricey ticket for the evening is a five-course meal, private access to the gardens, and a custom bouquet of flowers. Katniss said that they have buckets of various flowers from the traditional to the unique.

“Everyone wants fucking roses,” she mutters softly.

“What’s wrong with those?”

“They’re so boring,” she groans. “And uninspiring, and overrated. Not to mention they die right away.”

“Don’t tell Madge that.”

“Yeah, I saw your order. It was the most boring arrangement I did this morning.”

Last week I stopped in at the floral shop that Katniss works at and placed an order for two dozen long-stemmed white roses.

“No roses, got it.”

She gives me a tight-lipped smile and sighs. We fall into a small awkward silence and Katniss struggles to contain a yawn.

“How long have you been working?”

“Between this and the florist I’m on hour 20.”

“Jeez. Well, we gotta wake you up. Give me a suggestion.”

She looks around and takes a few steps forward before turning around and saying, “People love the Orchid Escape.”

“Lead the way.”

She laughs, “Okay. Follow me to the conservatory, Sir.”

We go through a series of doors and there is a barrage of color. She gestures in front of her.

“I’ve paid good money. I want to know what I’m looking at, Everdeen.”

“We have over 2,000 on display. Some are grown here, some we have specially ordered in. There are around 28,000 species of orchids total. Of those 28,000 we have 750 species.”

“Can you name them all?”

“Not quite,” she chuckles.

“Pop Quiz! What’s this one?” I point to a red, pink, and white colored orchid with an orange center. “They kind of look like pansies.”

“Very good! That is a Miltonia orchid, also known as the “pansy orchid.”

She points to a white with narrow petals. “That’s a Brassavola, or “Lady of the Night” They release a fragrant scent in the evening.”

“Sounds sexy,” I wink causing her to roll her eyes.

“This is the Sharry Baby, known for the chocolate-like scent.” She gestures me to sniff which I do and then smile.

She points to another, this time purple. “The stems can grow up to four feet tall on this one. Known as the Nun’s Cap.”

“What’s the rarest one?”

“Of the one’s here or the rarest orchid?”

“Rarest orchid,” I choose.

“Wild or in a collection?”

“People collect orchids?”

“Oh, yeah! One sold ten years back for $200,000. It’s not found in the wild though, it was man-made. Took 8 years to breed and observe it.”

“Now, as far as ones that exist in the wild still, it would probably be what’s called Cuarto de Calma.”

I shake my head and say, “My dumbass chose to take German instead of Spanish for my foreign language in high school.”

She gives out a hearty laugh. “Quarter Quell. They exist in the wild only in a place called the Cornucopia Islands in South America.”

I smirk at her.

“What?” she asks with a puzzled look on her face.

“So, this is where your passion lies?”

She gives a small nod before she turns me around. “Shut up and let’s go wait for Madge so I can create another boring ass bouquet.”

We head over to where Flavius is, and she walks behind the tables.

“So which flower is your favorite?” I ask.

“The Asiatic Lily also known as the Starlette,” Flavius interrupts. “She was given carte blanche with a few orders and she put the Starlette Lily as the focal point in all of the bouquets.”

She gestures her head to the side and pulls a large bloom out.

“Dark red, almost black, with orange hearts and tips,” she describes.

“That is almost my favorite shade of orange,” I observe.

“Almost,” she agrees.

[ao3feed-jaytim]

How to have Emotionally Charged Conversations (TM) a Guide by Tim Drake

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44210113 by miltonia Imps suck. Tim knows this firsthand-- what with the horrible bureaucracy and unwanted gifts, there really wasn't much to like about them in general. But when he's the recipient of one such gift, allowing him to know the hopes and wishes of those around him, he finds he may be able to turn this otherwise annoying new talent into his very own power for good... In other words, Tim becomes an Empath and takes on the herculean task of making his emotionally constipated family actually talk to each other. ...and maybe he'll talk to Jason...? Words: 934, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Damian Wayne, Titus | Damian Wayne's Dog Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soft Jason Todd, Bisexual Tim Drake, Cute Jason Todd, Alternate Universe - Magic, Magical Accidents, Empath!Tim Drake, Tim Drake-centric read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44210113

[johtomoonfestival]

Moon Maiden Contestant #1

Name/URL: Lillie von Wildenstein, @talesofthechosenContest Appeal–

MUSIC: Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy

COSTUMES

Lillie starts off wearing her classic canon game outfit. However, later on, her costume transforms…you’ll see ;)

Lunala does not wear any shirts or anything of that nature. Instead, she wears what she wore during the dressup round.

Both of them wear leis made of real flowers. Lunala’s lei has pink flowers to match the ones on her wings, whereas Lillie’s has blue.

—–

The scene opens to a view of the Lush Jungle in the evening light, an orb of Moonblast morphed by Psychic to look like a setting sun as it sinks down below the set’s horizon. It’s an Alolan Halloween night, with banyan trees and their ghostly, trailing, parasitic roots, Miltonia orchids that look like fairy skulls, mikinalo–Alolan sundew–ready to swallow Bug Pokémon whole, ghastly red-black ti plants that look like they belong in a vampire’s lapel, blue jade vines with their haunting blue glow as though they’ve died and just been reborn. Shining cobwebs covered in dew bejewel the plants for an even more eerie effect. The sun slowly sets and the sky projected by the Moonblast fades from yellow-red to deepest blue; fog from a fog machine reaches its fingers across the floor. Then the music begins.

[0:00] Lillie comes upon the scene in a version of her white dress, her hat and bag the same as she wore that fateful day she escaped from Aether. (How long has it been? Ten years? And how much she has grown…) She looks about, brow furrowed with fear and uncertainty, as a Will-O-Wisp glows from inside her bag–and after a long pause, at last she dares look down. The tiny Will-O-Wisp emerges as she slides open the zipper–an echo of Cosmog, in the middle of the flame’s flickering form is a smiling face. She shies away at first, but then tentatively reaches out to touch it–and realizes that it does no harm. The crescent grows bigger. The moon will reach her apex soon.

[1:04] The Will-o-Wisps dim to nothing with the moon. The night itself seems to ripple with the haunting presence of something, the temperature dropping twenty degrees to frost-ready chill. Dread passes through the room; the ghost is felt, directly behind the judges, before it is seen. [1:12] A moonshadow passes through them– the specter of Lunala making its way to the stage–Lillie turns to the side, and there she is, the outline of the now-translucent Nebby gliding about, moving through the night itself. [1:21] The third eye in the middle of her head glows as Lunala peels free from the dark and looks down at Lillie, the only corporeal part of it forming a gradient with its still-translucent body whose outline is just visible against the backdrop of trees and sky. [1:24] Lillie scuttles away.

[1:32] Then the Beast shifts. When those eyes close and open again, they stare back with human pupils. The ectoplasm on the wings shifts from deep purple to a beautiful dark brown. Then it shrinks, down and down, the wings collapsing into arms that reach out to enfold themselves around Lillie’s shoulders, until it becomes a dark-skinned woman in a bark-cloth skirt and a crown of leaves and flowers. Entirely human, save for her unusual height of 7’5”, and the luminescent purple undertone to her unnaturally smooth skin. The two women walk in a circle not unlike two felines sizing up each others’ strength until they face one another in side profile; Lunala’s hand reaches tentatively forward, and Lillie reaches back, until each one touches the other’s face. Not so different from each other, after all.

[1:37] Two pairs of outstretched arms now flow in sync as the two women step to either side, as though the two were about to execute Z-moves. To one side, then to the next, then back again, in time with the music. [1:42] Then as Lillie does a twirl the Lunala-woman raises her arms, and Moonblast puts a full moon in the sky. Six points of light appear around it, the very beginnings of a Moongeist Beam-Moonblast combination, but all is held in place as the music dips to silence…

[1:46] Both moves held in place release, beaming down on Lillie like a gentle ray of moonlight as she glides across the floor, her dance movements as fluid and graceful as water flowing down a hill. The Lunala-woman’s earlier transformation reverses; she rises back into the sky, the wings of her Full Moone form bearing hints of rainbow–like iridescent prisms. Then as Moongeist Beam beams directly down onto Lillie, her costume morphs before the judges’ very eyes as she twirls around–now mimicking the bark cloth dress that Lunala had worn in her human form, but dyed purple and with white cobwebs to match the ones on Lunala’s wings. The ectoplasm of Moongeist Beam clings to her, outlining her form in an eerie purple-blue glow; now she can see as the spectres see, and she dances as the spectres dance, so delicately it’s as though her feet aren’t even touching the floor. And then–[1:54] there, she lifts off the ground for real! Psychic has picked her up into the air to whirl about with Lunala guiding her steps. [1:59] The dance slows as the music slows, then quickens, then slows, then quickens, then slows, the movements of the two like the ebb and flow of the tide. [2:10] Will-o-Wisps in the forms of various Pokémon begin to bloom out of the dark, each one larger and more intimidating than the last–but with Lunala there, she isn’t scared, and they join her waltz as well.

[2:57] Then as the music goes into a diminuendo toward its main theme, all of them land on the ground. Psychic turns the backdrop’s dusk into a rising day.

Now it’s Lunala’s turn to pull away–the moon is calling, and the moon is starting to sink. Lillie’s mouth falls open–no!–and she shakes her head, cupping Lunala’s face in her hands to beg her to stay. The two of them look at each other with the most mournful of gazes; real tears fall from Lillie’s eyes as Lunala moves to fly away and she all but lunges to put her hands on Lunala’s sturdy chest once again. But Lunala would not leave Lillie with nothing. Bowing her head closer to her friend’s, she lifts the pink lei off her neck with Psychic and slips it around Lillie’s. Lillie takes her blue lei off her own neck and slips it around Lunala’s–and as soon as the lei touches her neck, she begins to fade, slipping back into the sky. The light of the Will-o-Wisp Pokémon flickers and dims. An illusion made of Psychic turns the moon in the sky to a shining sun.

[skip from 3:33 to 4:11] Then the sun begins to cycle through the sky, fluid in its movements like the notes gliding across the keys. Lillie once again starts to dance, and the Will-o-Wisp Pokémon’s forms slowly “solidify” via illusion as though they’re real. No longer in spectral forms of fire, they now look as though they’re real–like one could feel the steel plating on Charizard’s wings, or the soft fur of the serpentine Fáfniron’s mane. And now, as Lillie moves toward each one to brush her hands against their bodies in gestures of love, it is clear. These aren’t just spooks called forth from imagination for their scary appearances. These are actually Lillie’s Pokémon, the beings that Lunala has taught her to love…

The dancers fade. The jungle plants fade into vast multicolored nebulas of stars that still bear the plants’ shape. A Psychic illusion has placed a twirling Lunala in this glorious sky–the outer space to which she returns when the day grows too strong to bear. If one looked closely, one could see the outlines of Lillie and Gladion amidst the ethereal starclouds. And how she glories in them, how she revels in their humanity, how she so tenderly lifts and fondles the lei with which she has been honored…How she knows now that humans can be good. 

[4:24] Lillie’s scene returns. The sun slows as it sets one last time. Lunala fades back into the scene facing Lillie as she faces to the left; the other Pokémon become wisps of fire again, mere visions of the future that Lunala had made possible. The two draw closer, and she reaches her hands around Nebby’s face to ever so gently draw her close–[4:33] and then the two press their foreheads and noses together, and the scene fades to black with the breath of life that passes between them.