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Grevillea banksii
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and to send off 2024 i leave you with this fun fact about these plants
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#i was reading the wikipedia to get a better understanding of how tf to write floral descriptions#and was gifted that mongst the swatges of botanical scienfic jargon#< hey i get it i tried describing onw flower and was immediately stumped for vocabulary.#art#artists on tumblr#bisexual#flowers#grevilleas#AND yet MORE proteas !! they never flop#australia#proteas#painting#watercolour#watercolor#2024#christmas#new years#id in alt#mine
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Rithika Merchant is a visual artist from Mumbai, India (b 1986). Her work explores the common thread that runs through different cultures and religions. Similar myths, stories and ideas are shared by cultures all around the world, her paintings explore this concept while also featuring creatures and symbolism that are part of her personal visual vocabulary.
Nature plays a pivotal role in her work and is emphasised by the use of organic shapes and non saturated colours. Her paintings and collages are made using a combination of watercolour and cut paper elements, drawing on 17th century botanical prints and folk art, to create a body of work that is visually linked to our collective pasts.
“I would like the viewer to place themselves in my work, regardless of where they are from,” says Merchant. “The figures in my works are also deliberately free of any race, gender, or ethnicity. I tend to be drawn to symbols that are universally recognizable and not culturally specific—like the eye, the sun, the moon, and botanical imagery in general.”
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credit card: prologue
summary: Yuu gets invited on their first journey to one of their schoolmates’ hometowns! But with the meager allowance given by that stingy headmage, they don’t think they have enough to cover the travel. Luckily for them, they’re dating a super rich (and surprisingly generous) boyfriend. notes: this is part one of my series: credit card! details/warnings: gender-neutral pronouns, yuu instead of y/n, adult!yuu, established relationship, leoyuu, follows EN server
ao3 link: xxx
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It was on a lazy Friday evening in the botanical gardens when Yuu was approached by an energetic ball of energy, otherwise known as Kalim Al-Asim, and his childhood companion Jamil. Yuu looks up just as Kalim barrels into them with a hug. They laugh as Jamil begins to scold Kalim, reminding the latter to be aware of boundaries, something that is hardly in the young heir’s vocabulary.
“How can I help you, Kalim?” The prefect moves their homework to the side as they reciprocate the second year’s hug.
“We’re going on a trip!” he exclaims excitedly. Yuu tilts their head to the side.
“Oh? Well, congrats! I hope you have fun.”
“What are you talking about? You’re coming with us!”
‘… Huh?’
“Kalim,” Jamil’s voice sounds tired as he places a hand on his classmate’s shoulder. “You can’t just tell someone they’re going somewhere. You have to ask them first.”
“Oh, right! Well, Yuu, do you wanna come home with us?”
Jamil smacks a hand to his forehead as Yuu continues to become more and more confused. What does he mean, “come home with us”? Is Crowley kicking them out of the campus? Did Grim do something whilst with the Heartslabyul duo? Yuu thought they could trust those two, but maybe they were wrong.”
“It’s nothing like that,” Jamil explains with a tired sigh. “Kalim and I are heading back home, to the Scalding Sands, for the Yasamina River Fireworks Fest.”
“And since you’re from another world, I’d love to show you my hometown, Yuu!” Kalim adds with a beaming smile. “We got six VIP seats, so you and Grim can both tag along! Oh, maybe I should hit up the guys from my Pop Music club too!”
“Wait a minute, you are one of the organizers of the event, Kalim, and as your attendant, I will also be at your side. Inviting Grim and Yuu last minute is one thing, but adding even MORE people whilst we’re busy is too much.”
“It’ll be fine, Jamil! The more the merrier, as they say. Besides, They can take care of their own, right?” Kalim looks towards Yuu with shining, puppy-dog eyes.
“Um, sure.” they nod hesitantly. “But what about the cost? As you can probably guess, Crowley isn’t really on the generous side…”
“Well, the seats for the festival are covered by your tickets. The street food is pretty cheap though! Maybe you could ask the headmage to lend you some more money?”
“Eh, I doubt he’d agree. Grim is also a really big eater.”
Suddenly, a figure jumps down from the tree Yuu was leaning against. The Scarabia duo jumps in surprise, whilst the prefect merely smiled. The figure, ignoring his two underclassmen, ruffles Yuu’s head lightly before sitting down beside them. His long tail curls around Yuu’s wrist as he yawns.
“Hey, Leona-senpai!” Kalim’s the first to recover from the unexpected guest. “Can’t believe I didn’t notice you up in that tree.”
“‘Course you didn’t,” the beastman smirks. “An herbivore like you would never be able to detect a beastman like me.” The comment doesn’t hold much malice in it, if any, and Kalim continues as if nothing happened.
“Well, anyway, were you able to hear everything? Do you wanna come with us?”
“Kalim!”
“What? Leona-senpai is a classmate of ours! Besides, it would be rude not to invite him after hearing us invite Yuu and Grim.”
Leona yawns again as he nestles himself closer to his favourite human, who also happens to be his partner. His eyes are only half open, a sign that he’s just about ready to fall asleep once again.
“A trip to the Scalding Sands? I’ll pass; not a huge fan of large crowds. But if you wanna go, Yuu…” He stares into his lover’s eyes, waiting for a response. The prefect gives it a thought before answering.
“Hm, well I would like to go, since the festival is a once-a-year event. After all, who knows if I’ll be here to experience it again.”
Leona ignores the twinge in his heart at the thought of his favourite herbivore leaving his side, opting instead to reach into his pocket. He takes out a leather wallet, opening it with one hand and expertly fishing out a thin object. The prince places it gently into Yuu’s hand and quickly tucks away his wallet.
“There, now you can enjoy yourself without worrying. Just don’t let that little weasel see it. He might think this means he can spend on whatever without thinking.”
Yuu’s eyes widen as they unfurl their hand, their gaze falling on a shiny black credit card embellished with gold printed words. LEONA KINGSCHOLAR bedazzles the front, and a shiny crown emblem is stamped at the end of his name. The name of some unknown bank, as well as other details, dot the rest of the card. They flip it over and over, studying it carefully to make sure it’s real. Kalim and Jamil’s faces are also aghast as they recognize the card.
“WOAH!” Kalim gasps. “Is that a black card?! I have one too!”
From the sounds of Kalim’s voice, a black card seems exceptionally rare. Perhaps only the rich and royalty could own one. Either way, Yuu remained quite shocked at the mere fact that Leona trusted them enough to loan them his card. After all, he’s a prince! If Yuu ended up misplacing the card, and it got into the wrong hands, then who knows what could happen to THE prince of Sunset Savanna if his royal funds were taken.
“See? You’re all set now. Now hurry up and leave. You’re digging into my date time.”
“All you’re doing is sleeping…” Jamil mumbles, though it still reaches the beastman’s ears. “Whatever. Let’s go, Kalim. Because of you, I have to rearrange a bunch of things.”
“I’ll pass the news onto Grim for ya, Yuu! Be sure to be at the Mirror in the morning!” Kalim waves to the prefect and beastman as he’s dragged off by Jamil.
Once they’re gone, Leona gently brings Yuu closer to him, nuzzling his face into the crook of their neck. The prefect smiles and softly begins to brush their fingers through the prince’s brown locks, eliciting a pleased noise from the back of his throat.
“Thanks for trusting me with your card, Leona. I’ll be sure to keep it safe and use it wisely.”
“‘s all good,” Leona’s words come out slurred, the familiar and comforting scent of the gardens and his love lulling him back into dreamland. “Just want you to enjoy yourself.”
Leona finally falls asleep, and Yuu joins him once they’ve packed all their things. Trying to do homework now would be futile, it seems. The two peacefully slumber in each other’s embrace for the next hour or so, until Grim and Ruggie came to bring them back to their dorms for curfew.
#credit card series#twisted wonderland#twst#leoyuu#twst leona#twst yuu#leona kingscholar#leona kingscholar x reader#leona kingscholar x yuu#jamil viper#kalim al-asim#al'ab nariya
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₊˚✧October 22, 2024 ✧˚₊‧
I am so sorry for the really long hiatus. I have been dealing with chronic illness lately. I am feeling so much better now. I am so excited to get back to studying. Here are a few updates over the past month and a bit I was off. I got my first ever hobonichi I have always wanted to try one. I got the hobonichi cousin with the orange Mr. Saturn cover. (i got the orange cover so I can find it easily.) I decided to redo my obsidian set up to make my note taking process a bit more seamless. I went to the aquarium and the botanical garden while i was on hiatus so I will be posting some photos soon. Thats all I have for updates I spent the last month mostly resting.
What I did today:
I transfered some of my paper notes to my obsidian
I practiced my finnish vocabulary
I also practice my potawatonmi vocabulary
I am currently reading a new book Gathering Moss bty Robin Wall Kimmer ( I really love her work)
What I would like to do tomorrow:
I would like to read a bit more of my book
I would also like like to do some more langage lessons
I would also like to upload some of the aquarium photos and videos tomarrow..
#kiggudaily#studyblr#study blog#study life#study time#studying#studyspo#study motivation#study aesthetic#summer study#bookblr#studyblr community#booklr#books and reading#langbr#potawatomi#finnish language
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We should make the world language a conlang that isn't eurocentric. I think combining the vocabulary of Mandarin, Arabic, Hindustani, Malay, Latin/English, Swahili, Nahuatl and Quechua would be the best way to go about it.
Yeah, Esperanto and Interlingua are basically "all (Western) European languages together", why not add some variety? Come on.
I've tried to learn Mandarin and I'm surprised at how economic it is with its words and sounds, the verbs just make sense, it flows very well. The tones are very hard to learn to someone who isn't used to it and it's very fast paced, but I find it interesting to learn because it's very distant from Indoeuropean languages (learning English as a Spanish speaker was "easier" because of that, especially because English is perhaps the most 'latinized' Germanic language because of the Normans)
I don't really thing a conlang will ever be able to impose itself as a world language, but I'm of the theory that "World English" will eventually be shaped by second-language speakers rather than those of the "Anglosphere", eventually diverging from UK or US speaking to become a whole new language. That is, of course, if it continues to be the world language, and given that the US might eventually fall from its spot as world hegemon (IMPERIO EN DECADENCIA) other language might take its place.
Of course, I'm still saying it should be Latin. It's a shame that scientific papers aren't published in Latin anymore. Even by the mid XXth century some plants were STILL being described in Botanical Latin, and I don't mean "scientific names" I mean that the description itself, all the organs and habits of the plant, were published in Latin. They don't do that anymore, but it was so cool.
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San Francisco's Legion of Honneur museum offers a dazzling selection of Guo Pei’s magnificent haute couture gowns created from 2006 to the present. Considered to be the first Chinese haute couturier, Guo Pei grew up during the Chinese Cultural Revolution, a tumultuous period where anything belonging to China’s Imperial past - traditions, script, literature, arts and antiquities, family histories and property - were all forbidden or destroyed. With an inexhaustible vocabulary of traditional motifs (lotus, Buddha, dragon, lilies, peacocks) woven onto sumptuous gold thread, “Guo Pei creates a fantasy that fuses the influences of China’s imperial past, decorative arts, European architecture, and the botanical world.” As imposing as the garments are, they also seem to poke fun at the spiritual and cultural weight of couture and Chinese traditional values. In several of her architecture series pieces, she uses bamboo strips, a material usually used as throwaway building scaffolding, in constructing Edwardian-style hoop skirts with boned corsets. In another couple of pieces from the same collection, she references Gothic cathedrals in monochrome embroidery on silk gauze: One can see pointed arches, flying buttresses, and stained glass sections placed where the wearer’s chest would be. Formerly reserved by law for the royal court, yellow silk dragons make their appearance time and again over gowns, deconstructed epaulets, even chaps held up by gold ribbons.
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Back in time for the gardening season!
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Broaden your botanical vocabulary with The Garden Alphabet. A coloring book with bouquets for every letter. 💐
#illustration#artsy#art#drawing#whatpennymade#draweveryday#doodle#sketch#sketchbook#springtime#spring flowers#cottage garden#gardening#flowers#floral#botanical#horticulture#cottagecore#ostara#coloring pages#coloring for adults#coloring book
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❛ fervent . to have sex with my muse after a fight .
Farkas despised battles of words. He was too slow in speech, too lacking in vocabulary to express the feelings that clawed their way out of his chest. What he could not voice was instead written into the features of his weathered, war painted face. Anger sprouted from hurt – that ugly, barbed seed – and left him seething.
Fortune had been on his side. A job had taken him deep into the pine-soaked, misty vales of Falkreath. As he made his return, nursing bloodied and bruises knuckles, he had caught their scent. Carried on a wind wet with the threat of rain – pipe smoke and leather, liquor and botanicals he could not name. In the moment it tickled his nose, he imagined he could still taste his own blood, that which had been spilled during their final, flint-edged kiss.
Dionisia.
His hunt ended in confrontation, in a reunion that burned white-hot, bringing them to a violent boil beneath boughs of dew-painted trees.
“You left.” Farkas snarled, pricked by the abandonment, by the rejection. The cut on his neck had healed in a thin red line – a parting gift from Dionisia’s blade – but it was the unseen and bloodless wounds that stung most sharply. “You left me.”
Fury simmered in his blood, a fire that spilled too easily into passion. He could not say exactly how he ended up kissing them, ferociously, skinning them like a rabbit. The tug and peel of leather saw their breeches bunched at their calves, their mound left bare. Farkas dropped to his aching knees, sinking into that thick carpet of pine needles, burying his face at the apex of their thighs, their cunt beneath the blade of his tongue.
Wicked, clever fingers dragged through the wild tangle of his hair, nails scraping against his scalp, scratching him like spurs. Farkas growled, turned his mouth to their thighs, feasting on blue-violet flesh. Teeth left them bruised and love-bitten, the coarse drag of his short beard giving rise to a dusky, moon-shadow flush.
Still unsatisfied, he soon dragged them down onto the damp earth and turned them about, using his strength to shamelessly position their limbs, their body, until they were on hands and knees. Thick, eager fingers then fumbled beneath his leather tassets, plucking at the strangling ties of his breeches until they loosened, until he was able to pull them down. Farkas was on them in an instant, mounting them in the manner of a stray mutt-dog. Rudely, he stuffed his aching cock inside them, his bear-paw hands seizing their hips, heaving them back onto every desperate thrust. It made for a furious rut, among the leaf litter and fungus, among all things green and mossy.
Breath escaped from between Farkas’ clenched teeth in ragged exhalations, steam leaking from the chinks in his steel armour as the fever of his blood burned bright and hot. He drove himself into them as though this physical joining would be enough to keep them united, as though the warm wet of their arousal would be enough to glue them together.
A broad hand curled around the back of their neck before thinking better of it, instead snaking around to hold their throat. There he squeezed, he lifted, bending them back until their back arched like a drawn bow. He wanted them looking at him. He wanted the intimacy of being face-to-face. Reflexively, his unoccupied palm rubbed over their thrust-out chest, seeking the apples of their breasts, only to be denied by the leather cuirass they still wore.
“Didn’t you miss this? Didn’t you miss us – ?”
#i love when they –#i love when he –#phew 😮💨#half-clad in armour shenanigans might be self-indulgent but anything goes in this house#farkas and dionisia tbt#dreadgloom#cw: nsft
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OC question of the day!
If you could make a character real, which of your OCs would be:
your bestie
your spouse/partner
your secret lover!
your friendly rival
your enemy!
BONUS: do this for other people’s OCs too!
Pass the game along (anonymously or not)
Aaa ty for the ask!! 💖 I read your response to this ask and when I saw you sent me this ask too I was so excited!!
My characters (The Runaway):
Bestie: Definitely and without a doubt Eva. Her character/personality is actually inspired off of my childhood best friend so it makes sense. I feel like our personalities would mesh really well together
Spouse/partner: I'll answer this as a "who I'd marry," and while I should pick another character, I think this character would also be Eva. I think we'd have good chemistry and she would do a great job in making sure I'm happy and healthy (a dynamic similar to Jayden and Megyn!) but alas... she is a fictional character and she is my creation. Maybe one day I'll meet someone like her though 💖
Secret lover: Assuming this one means a character who'd have a crush on me. If he weren't already with Megyn, I think Jayden would have a crush on me. However, I probably wouldn't reciprocate feelings. I think he's more compatible with Megyn anyways!
Friendly rival: I think Wyatt would be my friendly rival because both of us are pretty nerdy and I could see us going back and forth about science-related trivia. While they would win in the botanical/plants part of the spectrum (Wyatt is massively into plants and botany) I think I could probably win with other science trivia!
Enemy: Since my only character that's actually unlikable is Nick, it's a no-brainer, but besides him (since he is Megyn's abuser and is meant to be hated on) I think Robin and I wouldn't really get along the best (at least at first)
Your Characters (The Harpers)
Ok, I'm gonna do your characters next!!
Bestie: My ultimate bestie from your legacy is Le Chat. Hands down without a doubt. He may be a cat but I absolutely adore him. He's my favorite Harper. He's got style, class, and most importantly: moi thinks he haz dee greatest vocabulary!
Spouse/Partner: Heathcliff is my man. That man is so smoking... I love him. I'm a music lover too... 👉👈
Secret Lover: Hmm... It's a bit hard to say since there's so many characters, but I think Paris would be most likely to have a crush on me!
Friendly Rival: Logan bc even though I adore him, I can't forget that I put him through a bunch of crazy challenges in a reality show called Total Drama Sims! But maybe he'd like me if I didn't do that to him...
Enemy: As much as I love Xavier (and how hot he is too) I can't deny he's an asshole and we'd likely hate each other...
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31 Days of Productivity Reading: Day twenty six
Before: I’m going to the bookstore today! The next volume of Guardian by Priest comes out in English today so I’ll be picking that up and using the opportunity to study some more. I should probably study Japanese today, though…
I don’t really have any other goals for today. Based on the amount of pages I have left in ベルばら, even if I only read for my minimum hour I should still have time to read some 憎らしい彼.
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After: Second chamomile harvest of the season! My first harvest is still drying so I haven't had any tea from my garden yet, but I'm very excited for that day to come!
I also finally started a new anime today after feeling like there just wasn't anything I wanted to watch for quite some time. I'm watching 美少年探偵団 now! I read the book a few years back and it was honeslty a supremely bizarre experience. It was the first book I ever read in Japanese, it was extremely difficult to get through (and would probably still be hard for me, based on what others in the book club had said), and I think the majority of us in the book club, myself included, didn't realize going into it that it was a parody novel. I suddenly remembered that it had an anime adaptation, and absolutely had to watch it. Knowing the original, watching it is so much fun. It's supremely ridiculous in every single way and, personally, I find that to be a bonus, especially going in expecting it. And afterwards, I had a dog and a cat laying in my lap, so I couldn't just get up. Luckily I had planned to be trapped in my seat and wasn't caught without my book, so I also got some reading in.
I also had a bit too much success at the book store. In addition to my usual book store study time, I went for Guardian and ended up picking up A Botanical Daughter by Noah Medlock as well. I knew that there was a book I had looked up recently that was in stock at my store, but couldn't remember what it was. As soon as I saw this, though, I knew that that was the one for me. And while I'm thinking of it, I'm going to put some of my books on my tbr into the little free library near my house. There are a couple that I just don't see myself reading anymore, and I would rather free up that space to house books I actually want to read.
I finished ベルサイユのばら volume two today! I read 69 pages over an hour and one minute for an average reading pace of 1.1 pages per minute. So, I guess I was wrong about being able to finish the volume in under an hour, but I still have time in the day to get to more reading tonight. I think it's fair to say now that my average reading pace with this series is a page per minute, which is actually really nice in giving myself a close estimate as to how long a single volume is going to take me. Also, even with just two volumes under my belt, I'm noticing that I'm getting used to the style and vocabulary of the series. I'm looking up less words as I see the same ones appear and reappear.
I'm already thinking about what manga I want to read tomorrow, and I think I might jump ship to another series... This is why I read so many one shots and 2-3 volume series; I just can't stick to one thing long term unless I'm a little bit too obsessed. I'm a one volume at a time type of person.
Even though I didn't get a whole lot of time to read 憎らしい彼 today, I did read some! I read eight pages today over thirty eight minutes, for an average reading pace of 4.75 minutes per page. That's certainly not my best reading pace, but it id getting pretty late, so that might be slowing down my pace. My total reading time for the day was an hour and thirty nine minutes.
#im getting rid of lock every door by riley sager and of fire and stars by audrey coulthurst#both of them are genres that i just dont typically like and picked them up for one reason or another from little free libraries#i keep picking up thrillers when theyre free and i need to stop because i dont like reading thrillers!#benkyou posting#langblr#studyblr#30 days of productivity#language learning#polyglot#booklr
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Georgie and Mikey
Weekend activities that cultivate your mind:
go to a local museum or gallery. observe everything — other patrons, the art, the information, whatever you can learn
find a coffee shop along a busy street and order something special. sit at a table near a window or on the patio and people watch
pick up a book from your local bookstore and read it in its entirety. notice how you feel before, during, and after.
clean your space. (happy space, happy mind)
go for a mini-trip. find a new city a few hours away and travel there. while you’re there, do at least one thing you’d not normally do in your own city
eat a meal at a fancy restaurant by yourself.
grab your journal and write down in detail everything about your “ideal self”. act like that person from here on out
have a movie-marathon with a docu-series! really pay attention to what is happening
grab a copy of the local newspaper and read it. staying on top of local news is so important
volunteer for a local food bank or clothing drive
go to the botanical gardens. bring a plant ID book with you and your journal and look up and document the plants you don’t know
spend time with your friends.
call your mom (or anyone you need to catch up with) and ask how they’re doing. really listen to what’s going on in their life. pay attention
go through your closet and donate what you no longer wear. remember, if it doesn’t align with your dream self, it’s not serving you anymore
write a letter or a poem or a short story. really pay attention to grammar and vocabulary. see what you need to brush up on
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY FUSION!!!! I don't have anything for you BUT I would love to hear you talk about whatever you want ^_^
Thank you, Myth!
ُThis is something that has been on my mind, ever since I've settled on Gonta being Emu in my DanganSEKAI AU: how Gonta would talk.
Since Gonta isn't raised by wolves in this AU (I'm going to downplay a lot of backstories in this AU), I'd imagine that Gonta wouldn't speak in the caveman talk that he did in canon. And it's honestly kind of cursed (yet adorable) to imagine Gonta saying something like "super-duper-sparkly-warkly-jiggly-wiggly-huzzah-ful". Currently, I'm imagining this Gonta's speech patterns to be some kind of weird combination of speaking in the third person, using high-class vocabulary, and mixing in random made-up words (words like ecstatical-licious or magifimagical) to sound more "gentlemanly". I also imagined that Gonta would use "Butter-hi!" and "Butterbye" as greetings, much like Emu's "Wandahoi!".
I was also wondering about the general motif of the Gokuhara-owned theme park. I'd imagine that it would be a gigantic botanical garden (complete with a wide-variety of butterflies and fruit plants, and possibly their own brand of fruit spreads) that also happens to have performance stages. Gonta's parents would plan on getting rid of the gardens, and it would be up to Garden X Grandness to convince them not to. I was originally considering the park to be cowboy-themed, as a reference to Gonta's execution, before scrapping that. (Maybe I could turn this idea into an event.)
Because Kaito still retains his interest in plants, I'd imagine that he would be a massive fan of this theme park and go there all the time with Aries/Quad.
(On an extra note, I've also enacted some talent swaps on the cast, to make them seem somewhat more probable in the slice-of-life setting. Kaito is now an Astronomer, Maki is now an actual Child Caregiver, Celestia is now a Magician, Mondo is now a Motorcyclist, Fuyuhiko is now a CEO, Kiibo is now a Gamer, and HPF/Midnight are now all Reserve Course Students.)
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Rithika Merchant is a visual artist from Bombay (Mumbai), India. Her work explores both comparative mythology as well as science and speculative fiction, featuring creatures and symbolism that are part of her personal visual vocabulary. She creates bodies of work that visually link to our collective past as well as imagine possible new worlds which we may come to inhabit.
Nature plays a pivotal role in her work and is emphasised by the use of organic shapes and non saturated colours. Her paintings and collages are made using a combination of watercolour and cut paper elements, drawing on 17th century botanical prints and folk art.
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Most of our current definitions of intelligence involve problem-solving and construction, more or less conditioned by acquired facility with ab-stractions, such as comes only with the use of language. But we overlook another kind of mental effort, common to all animals but probably greatly intensified in man: the capacity to recognize and identify the characteristic shapes and patterns in our environment: to detect rapidly the difference between a frog and a toad, between a poisonous mushroom and an edible one. Within the realm of science this is the grand labor of taxonomy: but early man must have been an acute taxonomist under sheer stress of daily existence. He must have made many intelligent identifications and associations long before he had formed words that helped keep this knowledge at his disposal in memory for future uses. Intimate contact with and appreciation of the environment, as Adolf Portmann has shown, brings quite different rewards than intelligent manipulation-but equally real ones.
Pattern identification, as a necessary part of environmental exploration, stimulated man's active intelligence.
There is good reason to believe, indeed, that man used an immense variety of foods, far beyond the range of any other species, before he had invented any adequate tools. As long as the hunter-image of early man pre-vailed, the significance of man's omnivorousness was overlooked. The enriching of his botanical vocabulary extended in time to poisons and medi-cines, sometimes derived from sources like the venomous caterpillar the African Bushmen use, which no modern would think of testing.
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There are no more wolves stalking the white-peaked mountains of Nunkkot. Barely any sign of foxes, either. Yoon is a fox all the same- His body sleeker, the muscles more compact. Bristling ivory fangs not quite as large as a wolf's, but still more than capable of stripping flesh and shattering bone.
No sane person wakes up and welcomes the predator framed by their now open bedroom door, it's unctuous shadow flowing liquid over freshly thrown sheets. Trying to domesticate any feral animal is pure arrogance, blind vanity to believe you may reach out and touch it. Stroke your fingers through the raised hackles and you'll lose a limb, or at least your base naïveté about said creature's nature.
Yet Hewley did. The First wanted his unfamiliar shape stalking the cold air beside him. Angeal knew that he was talking to something he hadn't even tried to put a collar on, merely entertained some twisted delusion that the Turk was actually a house cat wearing a hand-knit scarf and hoped (possibly prayed) for the best.
He always smiled with his eyes. There was an odd warmth to his gaze.
"Maybe we could order dinner together-"
"Should we grab some coffee?"
"Would it be alright to meet up at the botanical center later...?"
Never stating with the utmost confidence that Jae-hyo SHOULD accompany him, or that he WILL show up and buy some house plant that the Commander can loudly assert his all-encompassing knowledge over.
The first night they'd stayed up 'till near 2AM laughing and getting drunk off cheap soju, he had expected to hear the SOLDIER's weight making the washed out floorboards creak in protest. Narrowed eyes searching for a shifting movement in the dark, the telltale thump of someone's head hitting an unfamiliar ceiling that his honed senses would pick up- even beneath the raucous melody of his neighbor's constant arguments rendered in shrill Wutainese.
It would be nothing new, nothing he couldn't easily handle when steady fingers slid over the textured grip of his service pistol- But Jae only ever found his guest waiting at the kitchen table with breakfast: fried eggs rimed with a browned butter crust and steaming mugs of freshly steeped tea, some saintly corona of pollution-discolored sunlight framing laughably messy strands of disheveled hair.
Somehow career military without the ever-growing entitlement. Stalwart and loyal, also unexpectedly gentle- Like the massive brindled dogs Grandfather used to hunt with, their blood-streaked muzzles always petal soft against his weathered palms. Steely jaws that can crack an adult frost hare's neck so neat and clean, there's no bruising or any blood pockets to spoil it's precious meat.
Ji-ho had loved those dogs, had loved her Grandpa. Maybe even actually understood it, back then.
A four letter word that comes easily to the larger man's openly expressive vocabulary doesn't hold the same meaning, if there even is one to ascribe to it. It's better spent on closer friends, rank and file comrades beneath the same banner- He understood the import and difference reflected in his own pack (of sorts) and their specialized department.
It should be an easy mistake to fix- no harm, no foul. Instead they find themselves at an impasse, a deadlock further cemented by his own oppressive silence.
"Hey. Don't make it into a big deal, yeah?" Jae retorts, pulling away to straighten out the lapels of his dark trench coat. Layered clothing pulls double-duty as a shield of sorts, yet another reliable physical wall keeping unexpected discomforts from breaching his outer shell.
#annjiru#◈ five fingers two black hooves [ic]#◈ rp threads#they're so fucking stupid oh my fucking god#I'm going to spontaneously combust#complete morons your honor#okay that took like 65 years to edit#◈ A MASK FILLED ONLY WITH LAYERS AND LAYERS OF LIES [FFVII]
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Musings from a Rewilding Retreat
Editor's Note: From April 2024, Gurukula Botanical Sanctuary has been hosting Rewilding Retreats every month. The intention behind these programs is to come together as a learning community which is concerned about the state of the world and wishes to collectively enquire into and engage with this time of crisis. The cornerstone being- rewilding - of the land, and also of ourselves. Participants from a recent retreat share their experiences. Illustrations by Diya Haneena.
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“Instructions for living a life.
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.”
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"From the keen privilege of being hosted by the community at Gurukula, it was immediately clear that the project was not only a rare and intentional rewilding of plants and of the forest. Rather, every radical care had been taken to counter any commodification of the decades of process or the ongoing result. Even the community was not commodified, akin to the false intimacies of liberalism. Rather, people were invited in as much to learn from, as to learn and, build solidarities with. Not spoon fed wisdom or preached to. The conversation felt as ongoing as the continual rain, as uninterrupted as the green because it wasn’t necessarily happening through chats. I learnt walking as wonder, conversation as care, presence as attention and listening and laughing as belonging.
This grown and green imagination was, to me, as beautiful (if not more) than the vaulting rainforest architecture coaxed back from tea plantation land. It was not an inattentive afforestation in the classical sense of savarna depoliticised environmental conservation. Rather, community, caste and indigeneity had been reckoned with long before that vocabulary was utilised by those interested in conservation and questions of ecology. To be in Gurukula was to be suffused with the radical as an instinctive response to the foliage and to the land. I even felt a sort of political grief at how apparent it was that it was rare, maybe even endemic.
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I took away from Gurukula, in some wonder, that I could, in fact, do presence – noun as it is. Surrounded by orchids, stories, monsoon clouds, canopies and generations of solidarities I realised presence is actually a verb. A verb that allowed me to dwell more on the grasslands, ground orchids and touch-me-nots than on deservedness and self-worthiness. A verb that managed to vanquish despair. What, indeed, was I going to do with my one wild and precious life? As Lobo asked us, quoting Mary Oliver. It was precious and wild, for a time at least, at Gurukula. Precious, wild and present.
The past is unpredictable and I'm still learning what I will do with the memories and purpose imbued from Gurukula. Supi’s words, that the purpose at Gurukula is loosely defined, the rewilding and plants as a location for purpose…stayed with me. What I have carried with me is for me to cook and to politicise. I hope to share more laughs with the community someday." - Ilavarsi
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"A visit to GBS had been overdue, and I chose Rewilding Retreats (peak monsoon edition) to visit the place (against Ashwin’s advice) because I wanted to see it pour in the Western Ghats for myself.
I didn’t really expect much else from it and decided to visit with an open mind. Yes, I’ve long wanted to be able to break out of my inner world and be in touch with my senses again, to rediscover my sense of wonder, but I didn’t let that become an expectation.
It was great to finally see GBS and the things you hear about that happen there.
For me though, I’d never heard so many cicadas before. Where does their energy come from? They’re truly small, singing at such decibels persistently would demand a great deal of energy. A battery the size of a cicada’s body cannot sustain those sounds for very long, so how are they able to?
Rational dissections of natural beauty aside, I truly enjoyed the darkness and the quiet. I’m quite sensitive to light and noise, and when in the city, use thick blankets for curtains and cotton ear plugs as a sleeping aid. Neither of those were needed at GBS.
It may be possible to block out the noise in many places, but there’s very few places left that offer true darkness. I think I miss that a lot about GBS. To go to bed tired, fall asleep in the lap of absolute darkness, wake up in the middle of the night to the sounds of a thousand raindrops crashing on your roof, and fall back asleep again." - Mandeep
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"When I first heard the name Gurukula Botanical Sanctuary, it made me instantly think of these botanical gardens. One learns about it from EVS textbooks and nothing beyond that, but the profound meaning for the name was only made known to me on the last day of our retreat which I will talk about later.
I went for the retreat not knowing much about the sanctuary beforehand but with the curiosity to explore this haven for western ghat’ flora and to understand the idea of rewilding.The word ‘retreat’, also hinted at a possible reflective journey helping me find myself which I was hoping for. And I must admit that I did find a piece of myself, maybe not in the way I envisaged. I believe it to be true that each one of us attending the retreat did find something meaningful and profound while we were there.
As soon as we arrived, the Kerala monsoons welcomed us with open arms (and very wet feet). The whole time we were there , we got the chance to meander through the lush greenery, our feet sinking into the moist earth and this in itself was an experience that generated some sort of connectedness within me. During the whole time there , you will not just be re-introduced to the interconnectedness of nature and us and be discussing about its extent, but you will really get the feeling of being part of that interconnectedness and the depth of it.
The retreat is very mindfully curated and it doesn’t overwhelm or overload you. Rather it makes you feel like having more time in the day. One underlying thought and a key takeaway I had while I was whiling away there was that the forest doesn’t rush, and neither should we. Every breath, every moment is a lesson in patience and presence. It’s like nature’s way of saying, “Chill out, Yo tiny girl. You’re part of something bigger.”
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I felt that the sanctuary isn’t just a place; it’s a living, breathing entity that invites you to rediscover your place in the world. And the retreat turned out to be not just a reflection to me, it was a whole lot of unlearnings and “aha” moments, a big scoop of new learnings, a blend of awe and a pinch of reflections as well, making one a little more in tune with the heartbeat of the Earth.
Each session (discussions and experiential alike) was a grounding experience, teaching me to be present and attuned to the natural rhythms around me
Community living at the sanctuary was a beautiful symphony of shared meals, laughter, and stories.
Another thing I cherish from the experience was the interaction with the gardeners and the experts from the tribal communities #.Their wisdom and traditions are like a living, breathing library of nature’s secrets.
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And according to them , the most difficult subject to ever master is the forest (and nature) in itself. Being there, just in that small piece of land and feeling so overwhelmed by the vastness of what all it entails, I will have to agree with them. The Rewilding Retreat gives you that opportunity to study the biggest subject we could ever have.
So, now coming back to the name of the Sanctuary which struck me as the most profound. According to the guardians and stewards of the sanctuary , it is named Gurukula to hint at the idea that nature itself is the ultimate teacher. All we need to do is step outside and be open to its lessons. Every leaf, every creature, and every breath of wind whispered lessons of resilience, balance, and interconnectedness. And this made me feel a small peace that as long as I look up to nature to teach me, I carry a piece of Gurukula Botanical Sanctuary with me. " - Rose
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