#purple cress

[oliviarosaline]

Purple Cress

Cardamine douglassii

Also known as Limestone Cress, this species in the mustard family features clusters of light purple flowers in early spring and can be found in wet and swampy forests with calcium carbonate rich soils. It's native to parts of the eastern United States and southern Ontario, Canada.

The plants I photographed are part of an isolated population remaining in a tiny bottomland forest remnant in St. Charles County, Missouri. Unfortunately, the rest of the forest has been lost due to suburban sprawl and what little of it remains has many invasive species, including winter creeper, callery pear, and japanese honeysuckle trying to encroach from surrounding developments and outcompete native plants like this one.

March 12th & 13th, 2024

St. Charles County, Missouri, USA

Olivia R. Myers

@oliviarosaline

[thebotanicalarcade]

Ohio Spring Wildflower Field Guide

[gfdelmar]

Spring beauties and purple cress are flowering now <3

[gigglymuffin]

I am being so brave (posting tkl art with my sona in it)

[wiley-treehouse-gardens]

Treehouse Gardens

[alicecheninspace]

I ship kym x neyra 🤩🤩🤩😍😍😍

[pagesfromthevoid]

I’m gonna try to lighten my roots by myself today so stay tuned for the imminent panic when I fuck it up

[couchtaro]

Phaela

Fourth in my portrait series is my own girl, Phaela Murphy, tiefling soup twilight cleric and circle of stars druid. DM is @bacoj8.

Flowers

Huckleberry (Vaccinium parvifolium) : simple leisure, faith. Phaela's patron god, Thelona, is the god of simple pleasures.

Cineraria: always delighted

Queen Anne’s lace/Wild carrot (Daucus carota): sanctuary, home

Celery (Apium graveolens): Feasting, festivity

Stephanotis: desire to travel, friendship. Phaela and her best friend Izen live together in her truck, traveling from town to town in search of work and sights to see.

Bloodroot/Sweet slumber (Sanguinaria canadensis): protective love

Purple hyacinth (Hyacinthus): Benevolence, rashness, impulsivity, play, grief, please forgive me. Phaela's virtue name is Temerity, which suits her well-meaning but somewhat impulsive need to help others. She is playful and kind, but carries a deep grief as well.

Bluebonnet (Lupinus subcarnosus): self sacrifice, survival

Meadow cress (Cardamine pratensis): ardor, devotion, enthusiasm. According to folk belief, this flower brings bad luck if brought into the home. It is not included in May Day wreaths and garlands because some believed that wearing it would offend the fae, who would drag you underground into another world. Phaela was separated from her home forever when, in order to ditch a deal with a hag, she trapped herself in the Shadowfell.

Night Convolvulus (Convolvulus): night, repose, rebirth, affection, embrace

Sunflower (Helianthus): warmth, nourishment, devotion. This flower is redundant, I just wanted it as a treat. Yellow :)

Forget me not (Myosotis): Clinging to the past, do not forget me, faithful love, memories. Ough.

Check out the rest of the Pringles Party!

Theseus | Izen | Yancy | “Red”

[flowerishness]

Saxifraga × arendsii (var. ‘Touran Pink’) and Aubrieta deltoidea (purple rock cress)

Pink and purple are an attractive combination and both of these little rockery plants do well artistically in terms of ‘companion gardening’. They bloom at the same time (although the the rock cress is a couple of days behind) and their flowers are exactly the same size. These photos were taken in front of a recently-built house and this lovely display looks like the work of a professional landscape-gardener to me.

[thebotanicalarcade]

Madeleine Françoise Basseporte and her circle, 1701-1780, Double Hyacinth (Hyacinthus orientalis) (left). Purple cress (Cardamine douglassii) (right), ca. 1750. Watercolor over pencil on vellum.

[gfdelmar]

Ephemerals <3

[hazzyking]

The Snail ( @fanaticsnail ) inspired me to write some One Piece stuff. But I accidentally used my Self insert.

Its easier to write like that TBH.

You can gladly change my S/I to Y/N as long as you enjoy my work 🥰

Idk what's cannon and what's not anymore. But Law is hot to I had to write this. I mean. I guess based on her tattoos yall know what is and isn't cannon

Also nothing is italicized cause I hate Tumblr formatting. But on Google it looks nicer 🤣

Ink.

Aside from the sheer respect he holds for her, Miss Newgate also happens to be the picture of beauty. Her ink tainted skin, exposed to him as he "examines" the Whitebeard cress that stains the tops of her breasts and sternum. "You alright? Law?" Ame asks as her lips brush the shell of his ear.

He shudders as his long fingers trace the purple tattoo on her sternum. "You're covered.” he mutters, as his lips catch the fang tattoo on the right side of her neck, she mewls softly as his stubbled chin scratches her sensitive skin.

"Is that a problem? Sir?" she asks, doing her best to maintain her dominant attitude, but Law is leaving her in shambles as his lips, tongue, and long fingers trace her ink ridden body. He smiles at the sun tattoo that fits perfectly on the space between her hip and ass, knowing full well the only people who ever saw this were the people who got her in this state, his fingers moved down her left leg to cup the back of her knee and hook it onto his hip, he groaned as he repositioned himself inside of her dripping cunt.

“Mm, not at all Little Newgate.” Law let out a horse chuckle, and watched Ame's hand reach out and trace the Ink on his chest. “I admire the love displayed on your skin,” he murmured against her neck as his fingers found Ace written in black letters and cursive on the right side of her hip, the heart shaped flame behind the lettering made his lips curl up into a smile. “I'm so sorry for your loss.” Law whispered, as he kissed up the same side of her neck and jaw.

she shuddered softly at his gentleness. “I appreciate it, But don't bring Ace up when your balls deep inside me… please” Ame chuckled softly, turning her nose to brush against his. Her body was a map of her conquests, maybe he didn't understand all of her subtle references to the vastness of lovers she had taken throughout her life. But he knew each collection of line work and images were made because she fell in love with something so hard, that she had to show it.

“The sun?” He asked, his large hand cupping her ass and causing her to squeak. “That's not from a certain Fishman? No?” He asked, as his lips kissed The tops of her breast, he loved the Whitebeard mark on her chest, it perfectly shaped everything she was and everything she could be, the purple cross literally controlled a room when she wore a low enough shirt, he felt honored He was able to see it in all its glory.

Ame chuckled slightly after a bit of silence, “probably not the one you're thinking of… but yes, that's from a fishman” she said, looking into his brown Eyes.

“Hmm, and this sword behind your ear, I'd recognize that from anywhere… That's Yoru” he muttered as his lips nipped her ear and she let out a shrill gasp. “Where will you put me?” He asked, as his lips trailed her body again, his tongue swirling down the pink bud of her nipples, and his perverted fingers rolling the other one.

“A-ah!” Ame moaned, attempting to speak over the gentle waves of pleasure Law casually washed over her. “Maybe a heart… on my shoulder” she managed.

Law snickered at her answer. “So when I bend you over my desk, I can see how much you love my cock?” Law chuckled lowly. And Ame nodded.

“Or… the back of my knee… right where your hand is… so I can remember how your hands feel” she swallowed, and Law brought his other hand around her throat, his digits gently caressing her skin.

“This… this is nice” he said, admiring his own tattoos on her throat, he shifted inside her once more, his hips dragging out a slow, thrust as she whimpered beneath him. “Oh that's very nice, Miss Newgate.” Her name rolled off his tongue like a lyric, her legs quivered, silently begging for him to drag his cock against her walls once more.

“Law… please… we can talk about tattoos after?” Ame moaned softly, her hands clawing at his shoulders, “If I don't cum, you don't get a piece on my skin” she joked, which caused Law to chuckle.

“If you cum now… i'll never see you again.” He spoke against her lips, Ame whined, still attempting to continue this intimate moment. “I don't want to share you with the rest of the world.” Law muttered, then dragged his hips out again, and snapped them back against hers, she let out another whimper and felt her arousal pooling on her skin, and on the wooden desk below.

“Please Law,” Ame begged as she clawed his tan skin. “I need you so bad.” she shamelessly begged him.

“I wish they could see you now,” Law hummed, trailing kisses down her neck again. “You controlled the room when I first met you, Newgate.” He smiled against her pale flesh… “I could get used to making you melt,” he groaned, as he unwillingly thrust his hips within her again…

“I'm not feeling well, doctor,” Ame chuckled, “I could stay here for further examination.” she smirked.

Law let a dark chuckle rumble in his chest, and his hands pulled her closer. “Oh yes, I'm definitely going to need to keep you overnight for observation.” Law grunted, and started to set a steady pace, rocking his hips against hers. “How does that feel?” he asked between pants.

Ame moaned softly in his ear, as she pressed her exposed chest to his skin, her nipples rubbing against the silver bars that pierced his. “Oh yes,” she cried out “just like that!” She moaned again, Law smirked, as he continued to thrust within her, pulling her leg higher so his cock could comb her deeper. “Fuck, fuck, please don't stop!” Ame begged as she let out short pants.

“Deeper breaths Little Newgate… I want you to last all night,” he grunted as he picked up his pace, causing Ame to scream with pleasure. “That's it Newgate, just like that,” he coached her between his own grunts, and he felt his cock throb inside of her. “I'm close.” he grunted, and maintained his pace.

Ame couldn't speak at this point, she nodded and cried as her orgasm washed over her, and her cunt milked white strings of cum from Law's slender cock, he let out a moan as his hips stuttered against hers, and he road out the end of his orgasm. He pressed his forehead against hers as they both managed to catch their breath. Law held her close, he was determined to keep his cock as warm as possible within her velvet walls. “You're burning up.” Law joked, “I'm definitely going to have to keep you, till the fever subsidies at least.”

[dreamsofminnie]

Pairing -> Alhaitham x Reader

Summary -> You go on an evening date with Alhaitham looking over Sumeru city from a distance. A small camp hidden in the hills of foliage where you enjoy each others presence away from busy work. They show their adoration with words in the 20+ languages they learned together.

Notes -> Used google for translations so they might be incorrect sorry. I wanted to do 20 languages but I don’t know what other languages would fit his persoanlity. Also this can be modern au or genshin theme, they both fit well. This is my first fic on tumblr, praydge.

Word count -> 1,023

“Alhaitham’s eyes narrowed, this has now become a love language contest. A contest that has transpired over the 2 years, 10 months, and 30 days together.”

Alhaitham always loved working with you beside him. He seems to work much better with you than alone nowadays. Alhaitham without a lover from the past would be bewildered by not working in solitary. Like he had used to.

Besides work and studies, they enjoyed the many joys of life. You dragging him to those activities that is. Hiking has been both your favorite so far. Reaching the peak of the hills was the best part of it. The view of the city and villages is ethereal. Light of every house glimmering from the nests of your feet from the cliff. You hand in his while you stared down below, enchanted. And his gaze enraptured by you.

“Tell me, why you are so needy today?” Alhaitham scribbles notes nonstop while the other hand is around your waist but holding his book. You grumble adjusting yourself in his lap.

“We haven’t gone on a date in so long. And you terribly need a break.”

You caress the space under his eye while giving him light pecks on his cheek. Alhaitham subtlety leans into your touch. Eyes flickering to you with slight cresses to his eyebrows at how much a distraction you can be when in need of his affection.

A sigh escapes his lips, that you quickly pecked away, as he closes his books and puts down his pen. “What have you planned then, ...mi amor?” Alhaitham was very bad with affection when you both started dating. It took him 6 months to initiate hand holding let alone saying ‘i love you.’ He prefers to show his affection through words in many other languages. And he has gotten better at appreciating every part of you. He pressed his forehead to yours, fingers busy drawing diamond shapes into the fabric on your hips. It sent shivers down your spine which he noted how you shook.

Mi Amor (Spanish: My love)

You beam a bright smile and shot a quick whistle. A beautiful silver falcon darted in and landed on Alhaithams head. He flapped his wings in Haithams face, however careful of swatting your face.

“This bird has foul human tendencies. Awful jealousy and obsession.” Alhaitham grabbed the bird by the wing and dangled him while he cawed in frustration. You stood up while they did that and grabbed a large bag turning to them with enthusiasm and glee. “Hiking, mon chéri” The two tense human and bird looked at you, eyes sparkling with excitement.

Mon Chéri (French: My dear)

🌵

The sky painted the sky hue after hue in reds-oranges and blues-purples. Stars were rushing in glimmering against the heavens. The trees shook with the billowing winds light enough against your body. Soft enough for leaves drift and flutter around, while some crunched beneath your shoes. A long inhale of the crisp air sent both your moods much lighter as you held hands all throughout the hike. His fingers subconsciously stroking your knuckles which melts your insides from how he can be so unknowingly loving towards you.

You had asked him to ditch his soundproof headphones—which he did not hesitate to do since he was going to take a much needed break with you—and now you were admiring his supple ears. Very much sensitive since he covers them all the time, just not too often with you around. He loves the way you would kiss his ears when he would read to you, your ears listening to his lips but his ears buried in your kisses. If Alhaitham ever blushes, it would be the base of his neck.

Sitting a few feet from the cliff edge but enough to gape at the view, the small picnic campsite proved to fit both figures in the beauty of nature. An open tent, enough to give you shelter and also letting you look above and see the stars. Your falcon chose to be on patrol, though occasionally butting in the romantic moments which unnerved Alhaithm from further touches with you.

Your laughs when the tension between the two occur makes it worth the barrage of bird attacks he gets, as long as you are happy.

When the sweet silence fell and stargazing commenced, adoration induced his system, his hand shifting to your cheek while you adjust yourself to gaze at your lover, both laying down in the tent. “Ana ouhibouk.” If your eyes can soften even more than now, they doubled 100 times more.

(Arabic: I love you) انا احبك

“Mahal kita.” You placed your hand atop of his, stroking on of his digits.

Mahal kita (Filipino: I love you)

Alhaitham’s eyes narrowed, this has now become a love language contest. The love language that you both shared, displaying your affection in the 20+ languages learnt together. A contest that has transpired over the 2 years, 10 months, and 30 days together.

“Timi ra timi nai.” He pulled your waist closer eyes lidded drunk on your affection.

(Nepali: You and you only) तिमी र तिमी नइ

“Pragmatiká ómorfos.” Your fingers teased and prodded his ears, seeing his neck burn red your smugness increased.

(Greek: Truly handsome) πραγματικά όμορφος

“lumina vieții mele.” He lower his hand down to steady your neck and pushed your foreheads together.

lumina vieții mele (Romanian: Light of my life)

“Người duy nhất có thể yêu tôi là bạn.” You snuggled up closer and fished the book from his back pocket, an unsaid sign for him to read to you. You declared your win with a kiss.

Người duy nhất có thể yêu tôi là bạn (Vietnamese: The only one who can love me is you.)

Alhaitham’s face soured a bit. This is your 14th victory, he really has been actively studying the art of love, hence you knew the book he kept with him was one of the romance section. He however needs to partake the study harder.

He sighed in defeat and kissed your forehead before prying the book open to his latest chapter. Your falcon nuzzled between the heat of your bodies which provided a semblance of comfort for you both.

“Love may makes humans lead with their hearts instead of their heads...”

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[igknightedart]

Updated sheet for Team Purple!

Both Cress and Dread recently got design tweaks to...varying degrees and I wanted to update this team shot accordingly!

[pagesfromthevoid]

Update: the purple did not work and I look. Fucking stupid.

[lettersandinkstains]

ghost

i found you between written prose hued purples

and in dirty mirrors in public bathrooms

signs of you among unorganized clothes

your voice is saved on a file i can't access anymore

i find you in the cresses of ruined notebooks

your faded promise written in a phone number that i can no longer call

coffee staining out words you've long since scribbled

i see you between waking dreams and nightmares

insomnia rings herself in and sets herself at the foot of my bed

if i cannot sleep, i cannot see you

you are the memories going down Google Earth - we kissed in that spot, on the corner between the chocolate shop and my therapists office. you broke your ankle on a nearby hill

winter was the time you left, ushering in a blizzard that froze me in time. your voice became a soft spring over the phone, ushering in comfortable warmths until it was time to say goodbye. we'd said a million i love you's, we can say a billion more unspoken

summer was your final goodbye - somewhere late at night and the peeks of pink dawn when they found you. except you did not say goodbye, simply, "hey pick up. i wanna talk." and i did not. winter came in june.

i find you in the moments of silence, a breaking heart. you become my thoughts - your voice my reasoning and destruction.

the sun's light reflecting on the river and in faces of strangers and unspoken goodbyes. a voicemail deleted, a number that belongs to someone else.

you are a ghost - a memory - a forgotten goodbye - one final, "i love you" unspoken, buried beneath an ache in my heart of the what if's. and how you linger and slumber and talk.

and i see you in everything and everyone and in my tomorrows and yesterdays and maybes.