#dwarf pomegranates

[featherlover]

I really like all these flowers, for very specific reasons/fun facts.

Golden dew drops are toxic to humans, and for some reason, looks like dogs are attracted to them? Idk, never asked one.

White dwarf bauhinias have a funny name in spanish, it being "pata de vaca" (cow hoof) but the name is more related to the leaves than the actual flowers. Its also used as medicine.

Did you knew plumerias were used in so many ways? My favorite, alongside cacao to make it taste better.

One of my favorite fruits is the pomegranate. Its always nice to see some flowers blooming as they mean even more fruits.

So, do not eat, do eat, do eat, do eat.

[crudlynaturephotos]

[phildendron]

pomegranate

Pomegranate

The pomegranate is famously known as the fruit of heaven belongs to the berry family. Pomegranate fruit is a delicious fruit and has juicy grains inside. Grow pomegranates as large, shrub or small trees.

Types 

There are 1200 different varieties of pomegranate which have unique tastes and various colours. There are purple hearts, Eversweet, wonderful, kazake, red silk, texas pink.

Purple heart

Purple heart varieties are large with dark red. Fruits begin to produce at about 3 years old. Pick fruit off a tree when it is mature. These pomegranate plants grow 12-30 feet tall and wide. Provide lots of health benefits. They are the best immune boosters and good healers.

Eversweet

The color of the pomegranate is pinkish-pale red. Eversweet seeds are a little hard in texture and are highly nutritious containing vitamins A, C and E. Pomegranate trees are glossy, narrow leathery leaves which are lance-shaped. These varieties are self-pollinated. This is a national fruit of Iran.

Kazake

Kazake varieties produce medium to large size fruit. This is the most dwarfing species. This pomegranate plant is fast-growing with drought tolerant. This is a seeded fruit and it has a thick reddish outer covering. These flowers often fall off the branches rather than converting into fruit.

Red silk

Red silk is the best pot-growing variety, which is a semi-dwarf growth habit. It has dark red flesh and red arils. Grows trees in hot and dry climatic conditions. Its contain fibre which keeps our digestive system healthy.

Texas pink

Texas pink pomegranate plant produces attractive blooming which converts pink fruits. This variety is a famous ornamental fruit plant. Texas pink is a self-fertile plant. It has large edible seeds.

Wonderful

Wonderful pomegranate plant is the most common variety grown in the low desert of Arizona. Mix a teaspoon of natural honey in half a liter of water and spray directly on the flower with the help of a spray bottle. This will attract honey bees for pollination. This tip helps to increase the yield. This fruit is too sweet and highly beneficial.

Seed

In this Punica granatum fruit plant seeds are also edible. It contains vitamins, minerals and antioxidants. In average one fruits can hold 1000 seeds. Seeds are covered with glowing red skin.

Soil

For better growth and development prefers to grow in well-drained loamy soil. Soil mix with 80% bone meal and 20% neem cake.

Water

For mature pomegranate tree, adequate irrigation especially during the dry periods is very important to improve growth, fruit set, yield and fruit size. 

Sunlight

Select the location to keep the pomegranate plant with plenty of sunlight. In cooler climates, plant pome tree with western exposure. Requires 6 hours’ of direct sunlight.

Fertilizer

Good organic mulch and cow manure can improve plant growth and soil fertility. Application of vermicompost at monthly intervals.

Repotting 

Repot the plant into a new pot when the root bound occurs. Normally repot the plant for two to three years. 

Pruning

The best time for pome tree pruning is late winter, after harvesting the fruits. Branch pruning can increase fruit production. Pruning the roots will help to reduce root bound. Pruned the tree before repotting.

Benefits

Daily consumption of pome gives us strength and energy

Its contain fibre which keeps our digestive system healthy.

Punica granatum helps to increase appetite.

Punica granatum is highly beneficial for pregnant women.

Reduces pain in joints and arthritis.

Keep your earth clean and green...!

[philodendronleaves]

pomegranate

Pomegranate

The pomegranate is famously known as the fruit of heaven belongs to the berry family. Pomegranate fruit is a delicious fruit and has juicy grains inside. Grow pomegranates as large, shrub or small trees.

Types 

There are 1200 different varieties of pomegranate which have unique tastes and various colours. There are purple hearts, Eversweet, wonderful, kazake, red silk, texas pink.

Purple heart

Purple heart varieties are large with dark red. Fruits begin to produce at about 3 years old. Pick fruit off a tree when it is mature. These pomegranate plants grow 12-30 feet tall and wide. Provide lots of health benefits. They are the best immune boosters and good healers.

Eversweet

The color of the pomegranate is pinkish-pale red. Eversweet seeds are a little hard in texture and are highly nutritious containing vitamins A, C and E. Pomegranate trees are glossy, narrow leathery leaves which are lance-shaped. These varieties are self-pollinated. This is a national fruit of Iran.

Kazake

Kazake varieties produce medium to large size fruit. This is the most dwarfing species. This pomegranate plant is fast-growing with drought tolerant. This is a seeded fruit and it has a thick reddish outer covering. These flowers often fall off the branches rather than converting into fruit.

Red silk

Red silk is the best pot-growing variety, which is a semi-dwarf growth habit. It has dark red flesh and red arils. Grows trees in hot and dry climatic conditions. Its contain fibre which keeps our digestive system healthy.

Texas pink

Texas pink pomegranate plant produces attractive blooming which converts pink fruits. This variety is a famous ornamental fruit plant. Texas pink is a self-fertile plant. It has large edible seeds.

Wonderful

Wonderful pomegranate plant is the most common variety grown in the low desert of Arizona. Mix a teaspoon of natural honey in half a liter of water and spray directly on the flower with the help of a spray bottle. This will attract honey bees for pollination. This tip helps to increase the yield. This fruit is too sweet and highly beneficial.

Seed

In this Punica granatum fruit plant seeds are also edible. It contains vitamins, minerals and antioxidants. In average one fruits can hold 1000 seeds. Seeds are covered with glowing red skin.

Soil

For better growth and development prefers to grow in well-drained loamy soil. Soil mix with 80% bone meal and 20% neem cake.

Water

For mature pomegranate tree, adequate irrigation especially during the dry periods is very important to improve growth, fruit set, yield and fruit size. 

Sunlight

Select the location to keep the pomegranate plant with plenty of sunlight. In cooler climates, plant pome tree with western exposure. Requires 6 hours’ of direct sunlight.

Fertilizer

Good organic mulch and cow manure can improve plant growth and soil fertility. Application of vermicompost at monthly intervals.

Repotting 

Repot the plant into a new pot when the root bound occurs. Normally repot the plant for two to three years. 

Pruning

The best time for pome tree pruning is late winter, after harvesting the fruits. Branch pruning can increase fruit production. Pruning the roots will help to reduce root bound. Pruned the tree before repotting.

Benefits

Daily consumption of pome gives us strength and energy

Its contain fibre which keeps our digestive system healthy.

Punica granatum helps to increase appetite.

Punica granatum is highly beneficial for pregnant women.

Reduces pain in joints and arthritis.

Keep your earth clean and green...!

[philodendronplants]

pomegranate

Pomegranate

The pomegranate is famously known as the fruit of heaven belongs to the berry family. Pomegranate fruit is a delicious fruit and has juicy grains inside. Grow pomegranates as large, shrub or small trees.

Types 

There are 1200 different varieties of pomegranate which have unique tastes and various colours. There are purple hearts, Eversweet, wonderful, kazake, red silk, texas pink.

Purple heart

Purple heart varieties are large with dark red. Fruits begin to produce at about 3 years old. Pick fruit off a tree when it is mature. These pomegranate plants grow 12-30 feet tall and wide. Provide lots of health benefits. They are the best immune boosters and good healers.

Eversweet

The color of the pomegranate is pinkish-pale red. Eversweet seeds are a little hard in texture and are highly nutritious containing vitamins A, C and E. Pomegranate trees are glossy, narrow leathery leaves which are lance-shaped. These varieties are self-pollinated. This is a national fruit of Iran.

Kazake

Kazake varieties produce medium to large size fruit. This is the most dwarfing species. This pomegranate plant is fast-growing with drought tolerant. This is a seeded fruit and it has a thick reddish outer covering. These flowers often fall off the branches rather than converting into fruit.

Red silk

Red silk is the best pot-growing variety, which is a semi-dwarf growth habit. It has dark red flesh and red arils. Grows trees in hot and dry climatic conditions. Its contain fibre which keeps our digestive system healthy.

Texas pink

Texas pink pomegranate plant produces attractive blooming which converts pink fruits. This variety is a famous ornamental fruit plant. Texas pink is a self-fertile plant. It has large edible seeds.

Wonderful

Wonderful pomegranate plant is the most common variety grown in the low desert of Arizona. Mix a teaspoon of natural honey in half a liter of water and spray directly on the flower with the help of a spray bottle. This will attract honey bees for pollination. This tip helps to increase the yield. This fruit is too sweet and highly beneficial.

Seed

In this Punica granatum fruit plant seeds are also edible. It contains vitamins, minerals and antioxidants. In average one fruits can hold 1000 seeds. Seeds are covered with glowing red skin.

Soil

For better growth and development prefers to grow in well-drained loamy soil. Soil mix with 80% bone meal and 20% neem cake.

Water

For mature pomegranate tree, adequate irrigation especially during the dry periods is very important to improve growth, fruit set, yield and fruit size. 

Sunlight

Select the location to keep the pomegranate plant with plenty of sunlight. In cooler climates, plant pome tree with western exposure. Requires 6 hours’ of direct sunlight.

Fertilizer

Good organic mulch and cow manure can improve plant growth and soil fertility. Application of vermicompost at monthly intervals.

Repotting 

Repot the plant into a new pot when the root bound occurs. Normally repot the plant for two to three years. 

Pruning

The best time for pome tree pruning is late winter, after harvesting the fruits. Branch pruning can increase fruit production. Pruning the roots will help to reduce root bound. Pruned the tree before repotting.

Benefits

Daily consumption of pome gives us strength and energy

Its contain fibre which keeps our digestive system healthy.

Punica granatum helps to increase appetite.

Punica granatum is highly beneficial for pregnant women.

Reduces pain in joints and arthritis.

Keep your earth clean and green...!

Pomegranate fruit plant

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[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; Another (Thorin x Reader)

Summary - The dwarven king is determined to make his seed take again.

Warnings - Smut, language, afab!reader, fem!reader, fingering (reader receiving), mention of a womb, female genitalia (reader), bodily fluids, implied previous smut, dom/sub undertones, slight dom!Thorin, "good girl" is used, heavily implied previous pregnancy, breeding kink, overstimulation, implied following sex.

Pronouns & POV - None, third-person

Word Count - 700+ (a short one)

A/N - Another one from the suggestion box on my Instagram! (I am trying to polish up the form a bit, and get through the current suggestions before I post it on here too!) "would love a thorin blurb with fingering. maybe breeding kink too." — (anonymous) I hope this lives up to what you envisioned, sweet one! The only descriptions used for the reader are that their lips are swollen from kissing, their ass is round, and their skin is referred to as "delicate". (I had no idea what to put as the header, so I did a pomegranate and flowers because they are associated with fertility?) Pure smut below the cut!

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The bitter mountain air nipped at your exposed, quivering flesh as the sounds of your exhausted mewls danced throughout the air. A stream of drool cascaded out of the corner of your kiss-swollen lips, dripping down your chin and staining the silken sheets beneath you. Though, the sheets had seen far more within the past hour, stained with the essence of your pleasure and the spilt seed of the dwarven king.

"Shh, shh," The sudden heat of his breath against the exposed flesh of your arse made a shiver roam down your spine, furthering the quivering of your exhausted legs as his rough, calloused hands began to caress the roundness of your buttocks softly. "you must relax if it is to take." The king cooed as the thickness of his fingers delved into your exhausted, sensitive hole.

A fullness that made your nails dig into the smooth fabric beneath you, piercing into the silken sheets and nearly tearing it from the seams as the hot, stickiness of the dwarf's cum was pushed deeper into your aching walls.

"Thorin..." His name left your lips in an exhausted mewl, the corners of your eyes staining with tears. The weight of your chest sunk further into the mattress, further pressing your arse into the air as his thick fingers continued to push inside of you—curling up against your most sensitive spot, forcing another strained sound of pleasure from your soft lips. "...too much...can't...gonna..." A string of nonsensical words fell from your lips, a mixture of a desperate plea for the dwarf to give you a moment of recovery and a cry to continue as that familiar tingle began to spread throughout the pit of your stomach.

"Shh, shh," The dwarven king softly hushed you, yet his fingers continued to move within. The pace at which his hand moved was slow yet calculated—lulling you into a false sense of stability before his fingers spread apart, stretching your inner walls for a moment before quickly snapping back together. "just one more. I know you can give me another." He cooed. His tone dripped with false affection, knowing all too well he was pushing you to your limits—but he didn't care. What the king wanted, the king got—and he wanted you to cum again, just how he wanted you round with another child.

"Be a good girl for me and let it happen." He continued, as did the motions of his fingers inside you. They ranged in variation: one moment curling against your spongy spot, while the next, they scissored against your quivering walls. There was no rhyme or reason for the lack of pattern—he just wanted to watch you squirm. And squirm you did as he suddenly pressed his thick, calloused thumb against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

It tingled, nearly burnt, as the weight of his thumb pressed against your clit—tracing slow circles upon it as your hips mindlessly bucked into his palm. If you were to raise your head from the plushness of the bed and look back at the dwarf, you would see how a smug grin curved upon his thin lips as your wet walls clenched around his fingers—your cunt's desperate plea for release.

Within a matter of breaths, the sound of your muffled cries of pleasure filled the air. The essence of your pleasure gushed out of your aching cunt, coating the king's hand and forearm with its wetness.

"That's it." The king would coo, pressing a kiss upon the middle of your back as his free hand slid to the front of your lower abdomen. Resting right above where a babe would soon grow, keeping you steady as he pushed the remnants of his seed deeper within your walls—as if he was attempting to shove it up to your womb. "It will surely take." His words vibrated against your back as he pressed another kiss upon your skin; the harshness of his beard rubbing against your delicate flesh sent another tingle throughout your body.

"And if it does not?" You managed to question, your mind still in a daze from the endless hours you had spent being pumped full to the brim with the king's seed. Inner walls sore and likely bruised, sheets stained with the few droplets that spilt out from your warmth. "And if it does not," The king began, raising his head from your back—his beard grazing against your skin as the bed groaned at the shifting weight. "then we have all spring to make it take."

It was not a suggestion; it was a promise.

[humongouspeachinternet]

Pomegranate-flavored promises

Mage!Ghost x Princess!reader

It started out small when the wars of the Northwest began. A rogue mercenary attempting to sneak into the castle, a wickedly curved knife concealed beneath his cloak. Poison in her tea, the side effects nearly killing her and putting her on bedrest for a month. One of her "subjects", after being frisked and searched for weapons upon entry, wrapping their hands tightly around her throat before her knights could get to them to rip the old man away.

Even now, sitting in front of the castle's mage, she wore the bruises of this latest attempt, deep purple blossoming around her delicate throat like a necklace of dark amethyst, as well as the pallor and paleness from her earlier bedrest. The young princess, once a lively and active royal amongst her people, looked small, frail almost in the large leather seat of the mage's workspace. She didn't miss the pity in his eyes nor in the eyes of the bodyguard assigned to her, an armored man squeezed into a tiny chair in the corner of the room to give the mage space to work on the princess.

The castle's mage was a rather large individual himself, all tense shoulders and muscle beneath the civilian clothes he wore. Seeing as he worked behind the scenes most of the time, he didn't have to don the normal armaments of a knight, a royal, or anyone else in the castle. He was free to dress as himself, even if that meant that his visage was obscured by a dark balaclava and a ghostly mask.

Did it make many uneasy? Perhaps. However, he had been in service to the crown for many years now, keeping the royals safe and alive and remaining loyal despite numerous uprisings over the years. Time and time again, Ghost had proved his fealty to his wards, and this time was no different.

Except it was.

It was her this time.

"This is far too much attention... you both should be doing much more important things than babysitting me. I really am fine." She sighs into the silence of the room, voice scratchy from both trauma and disuse as she watches Ghost cross the room towards her, a mortar dwarfed in his large hands. Her bodyguard bristles slightly as the large mage approaches, trying to play off his movement with a stretch of his arms over his head. Hazel eyes watch Ghost like a hawk, unsure as to if he could trust this man with the princess. He'd only ever heard whispers of this mysterious man and the havoc he could wreak if he truly wanted to. He was a force on and off the battlefield, but anyone could be out to get the poor princess nowadays, even a trusted friend in the castle.

Ghost brushes off her comment, coming to kneel in front of her in his chair, hardened brown eyes looking over the deep bruises that he couldn't prevent. How could he have? He was always tucked away in a separate wing of the castle, trying to keep the kingdom afloat with the wars raging outside, always watching from the shadows and stealing glances when he could. He didn't even know of the first few assassination attempts, but now that he did, he knew he couldn't just remain on the sidelines.

"Quiet down. You'll hurt yourself if you keep whining like that." He chastises lightly, his voice deep and soothing despite how he tried to sound stern. How could he with her? He'd never seen her look so... tired. Never seen her struggle for breath, never seen such deep-seated sadness in her gaze, never seen such... resignation in his princess. God, what he'd give to take all of these worries from her. Let him shoulder the burdens, he thought, dipping his fingers into the healing salve before reaching up to gently rub it into the bruises on her throat, his jaw tightening when she flinched at the sight of his hand approaching the tender area. A quiet whine escaped her before she could swallow it down as he massaged the paste into her skin, the soft noise catching the attention of the knight in the corner who moved to the edge of his seat, armor creaking and eyes narrowing with concern for the princess's safety.

Ghost's eyes flicker to the uneasy knight at the slight movement, dark eyes narrowing on him in the dim candlelight in response. That bastard. He'd let someone hurt her and now he tried to play the concerned hero? If Simon had been there, the assailant would never have gotten within two feet of the poor girl sitting upon his chair, but he'd been squirreled away.

He hadn't been there.

And now here she was: injured and in pain.

The thought brings his gaze back up to his princess, a frown tugging at his concealed features as he continued his work, the bruises slowly fading thanks to an enchantment he'd imbued the herbs with. It worked to break up the congealed blood beneath the skin and to take the pain of the marks with it, making it seem like it had never happened, but it did nothing to absolve the princess of the trauma of the event.

The old man had seemed so kind. So genuine. He'd received assistance from the charity organization she'd organized months ago, having run most of it herself before roping more royals into helping their people. War times were hard times, after all, but her subjects didn't deserve to suffer because of it. But it was when he came up to express his gratitude to her, his arms wide for what had seemed like an innocent embrace - something she allowed quite often - that he'd struck. Aged, worn hands wrapping as tightly as they could around her throat, calloused from years of working fields and tending home, fingers overlapping to stop her breathing. It took the guards a few moments to realize what was transpiring, but the man was swiftly pried from her and dragged away, kicking and screaming about how she wasn't safe from this war so long as he lived, as soon as they did. The flurry of activity that ensued around her was lost upon her as she gasped for breath. The man had been so angry, his sunny demeanor from just moments ago morphing into pure rage and bloodlust as he tried to strangle the life from her.

Ghost, focused on the task at hand, was confused as something wet began to drip down his hand, cutting streaks through the smears of herbs. Upon looking up, he'd discovered that the princess had dissolved into tears beneath his careful hand, quickly withdrawing to set down the bowl in his clean hand and wipe the tears from her face with it. He understood the faraway look in her eyes before she squeezed them shut. He'd seen it many times before, in the eyes of men scarred by battle, but it looked so utterly wrong on her.

She didn't deserve this.

"Get out." The burly man growls out to the knight in the corner, tearing his eyes away from her face to stare the man down as he hesitated to move. His job was to keep the princess safe by staying at her side for all hours... but the look in Ghost's eyes told him that he wouldn't be able to do that job much longer if he stayed in the room. Stiff with tension, the knight stands and nods, coming over to the princess to kiss the top of her head and whisper that he'd be right outside of the door if he needed her before exiting the room.

Bastard, Ghost thinks, trying to hold his tongue in front of his ward.

If only she knew what he'd seen that knight do behind her back. Secret lovers were never the most faithful within the walls of castles, but having watched the two from the shadows for so long now, he couldn't bring himself to dull the smile that the man brought to her rosy visage.

How he wished she'd look at him like that.

The slam of the heavy door made the princess flinch beneath Ghost's attentive hands as he thinks, more tears slipping down her flushed skin as the memories quickly became too much for her to handle.

"Was it me, love? Did I hurt you?" He questions gently, unsure as to what he'd actually seen for a moment. Perhaps he'd gotten distracted and pressed a little too hard on a bruise?

A quick shake of her head absolves him of the guilt that threatened to crawl up his throat, swallowing it back down with a deep inhale. Scarred fingers drifted gently over pink-splotched cheeks, wiping his other hand on his clothes to catch as many tears as he could for her, wondering how to best comfort her. His princess. His princess?

"Shhhhh, it's alright. He's gone, it's over." Tear-dampened fingers, careful to avoid her neck, moved to rest against the hair at her nape, his cloth-covered forehead coming to bump gently against her own. He'd seen his fair share of war, of death, of the in-between place. He knew it well. Why did she have to? "Deep breaths, come back to me, yeah?" Taking a deep breath of his own, he waited for her to peek her eyes open and mirror the action, helping her to work through it a few more times before she felt that she could breathe again without her world collapsing in around her.

Growing up, she'd been prone to attacks of the nerves, and, growing up right beside her as the apprentice to an abusive mage within the castle, Simon had figured out that getting her to breathe through it was an almost surefire way of calming her. If that didn't work, holding her to his chest until she could cooperate enough to breathe worked just as well. How useful to him now, locked away in the basement of the castle and far from the woman he adored.

A soft sniffle escapes her as she reaches up to rest her hands atop his, reddened eyes slowly coming up to meet his steady brown ones, tears threatening to spill once more from the amount of concern in his gaze. "I-I'm sorry..." She murmurs, embarrassed to have broken down over something so small when people were dying outside of her kingdom walls, a gentle scoff meeting her words as he shakes his head in response.

"Only you, princess, would apologize after almost dying." Ghost grunts, slowly withdrawing his forehead from hers, but keeping his hand firm on the back of her head to look her over. The bruises that marred her skin were almost completely gone by now, replaced by the sickly pale color that her skin had taken on lately. Curse that poison. If they had caught onto it sooner, maybe she'd have been feeling better by now. "I don't want to hear those words from you again, understood? You went through something traumatic and you're allowed to be upset about it. If anyone says otherwise, you come find me and the problem will be resolved within the hour, I promise."

Listening to the firm promises of her childhood friend, she nods slightly, another sniffle escaping her. "Luke said I was being dramatic... that it had only been a few seconds without air, but it felt like forever, you know?" A delicate whisper, her eyes glancing to the door behind them, knowing that Ghost would understand her position more than her sheltered lover would. A curt nod meets her words, his chest burning with the anger beginning to rise within him. What a proper prick that knight was. And he was her lover? What on earth did she see in him?

"I know. It's not a position you should have ever been put in, your highness." He pauses, hand slipping from her hair to glance at his workbench behind him. An idea had slowly begun to form, pieces falling into place as he remembered an experiment he'd been working on for the king. Eyes slowly returning to the princess, she could see a slight crinkle at the corners of them as the gears continued turning, murmuring quietly into the space between them. "And you won't ever have to worry about it again if I have anything to say about it... wait right here."

Standing from his kneeling position, he was loathe to leave her side at such a sensitive time, but if he thought that he could help keep her safe from now on, he'd do just about anything.

Now, had he tested this new experiment very thoroughly? Not quite.

Would it hurt her though? Never. If he thought it wasn't safe, he'd have ended the experiment as quickly as he started. It was a tense time for everyone and the last thing he needed was someone accusing him of trying to take out the crown.

The young woman curls up carefully in the well-loved chair as she watches Ghost make his way to his worktop in less than two long, graceful strides. It really had been too long since she'd spoken with him like this, just the two of them. Sure, he was invited to every dinner and engagement, but she never seemed to get close enough in the past couple of years to even just talk to him. With the war and the dwindling royal engagements, she hardly even saw him anymore, unaware that he'd never really left her side. He truly was like her shadow, her ghost following her around just in case. In case of what, he wasn't exactly sure, but he was there. Just never when she truly needed him it seemed.

No matter. He'd fix that, he thought, pulling out a few vials of muted colored liquids and powders. "Now I do have an important question for you, your highness..." He speaks, his voice slightly muffled by his mask as he mixes various ingredients together in a beaker, its color... interesting, to say the least. "Pomegranate- or cherry-flavored?" Stirring the beaker, he turns to her, watching with a small smile as her brows knit together in slight confusion, a small chuckle reaching her lips at the thought of him flavoring the concoction just for her.

"Such a hard decision." She rasps out softly, her voice still a bit weak from everything that had occurred, "Pomegranate is always a welcome flavor... what are you putting it in though? I'm not sure I've seen you make something like this before."

Watching him take a bottle from a drawer, the flavoring, and drip a little bit into the mixture, she tilts her head curiously, listening as he stirs it all together and brings it over to place it into her shaky hands. "It's something your father's had me working on lately. He's been worried about getting hurt on diplomatic missions to the battlefields and wanted a way to keep safe before danger reached him." Carefully, Simon places his hands over hers around the beaker, meeting her gaze once more, warm skin over cold hands. "It will tether you to me from now on. My life will be tied to yours and I'll know if something is going to happen to you before it happens."

She purses her lips for a moment, looking down to the swirling liquid in the glass before looking to his hands overlapping hers. Had she always been so pale, so thin, so small? Had all of this stress really done this to her?

"Simon... I can't do that to you. What if I get hurt and it hurts you as well?" She whispers to him, chewing on her bottom lip as she thinks, "Tying yourself to me like this... I can't ask something so large of you."

"You misunderstand, princess. I am not asking this of you. I'm begging you to allow me to do this for you." He corrects, the chill of the floor seeping into his knees as he kneels in front of her again, "Please. This is the absolute least I can do for you, and I am more than happy to give my life, my health, my everything to keep you safe. I don't claim to know exactly what will happen if, gods forbid, anything happens to you, but if it means the end of me, I'd die the happiest man, knowing that you will live on to bring such joy to your people."

The woman before him was stunned into silence, eyes wide and brimming with tears at the thought of him giving his life so freely for hers if that's what it came down to. And he'd do it with no regrets, it seemed. No hesitation was visible in the warm brown eyes boring into hers, but a gentle, begging plead to please let him do this for her. It was just about the kindest thing anyone had ever done for her... and he looked so sincere. Who was she to say no?

With shaky hands steadied by his own, she holds his gaze as she tips the glass to her lips, the scent of pomegranate filling her nose as she took a mouthful and swallowed. Carefully pulling the glass from her lips, Ghost reaches up to pull the cloth of his mask over his nose before guiding both of their hands to tilt a mouthful to his lips as well, swallowing his sip of the potion right after she did, a gentle smile upon his scarred lips all the while.

(Author's note: Hi hi!!! I hope you enjoyed this!! I'm planning on making a part two soon! :) )

[yyokkki]

Warning: Chapter 6 spoilers? Vaguely??

Idia Shroud

A hermit that claims to be a game developer! He’s not lying but he has omitted some details about his family business that he’s been working with remotely.

Owns a house that he lives in with his little brother Ortho who does all the grocery shopping!

Created Ortho after a terrible tragedy with the help of a mage (not the local one).

Would never willingly take part in the town festivals but Ortho hides all the food in the house on those days so he has no choice but to eat the festival food if he doesn’t want to starve…

Plays board games with Azul every Monday in his house.

Is often found in his room… And sometimes by the lake late at night (Ortho kicks him out to get fresh air).

Loved Gifts: Pomegranate, Any Candy, Battery Pack, Dwarf Gadget, Iridium Bar. Universal Loves

“!! T-thanks, you’re not bad, farmer.”

For Battery Pack and Iridium Bar: “Huh, I needed these for some of Ortho’s new upgrades… Thanks farmer.”

Hated Gifts: Sashimi, Any Fish, Universal Hates

“...Normies like you are the reason why I stay inside.”

Ortho Shroud

The resident sunshine child and Idia’s little brother!

He’s a robot that doesn’t require food to survive but with the power of the world wide web, he can do anything in the world!

He has a lot of healing equipment installed in him so he kinda turned into the town’s informal doctor by default! Is usually the one who treats you whenever you pass out in the mines.

He has a bunch of different gears but the most commonly seen ones are for each season and beach wear.

Absolutely obliterates the competition at every egg festival (Floyd is so mad about it). The hunt is like 10x harder for you in this universe particularly all because of him.

Joins Vil in the library every Thursday for film appreciation! He takes part in the plays along with the other children! 

Doesn’t attend school the way the other kids do but he does sit in and gives his own lectures every once in a while.

Is often found at his house or in the town square chatting with the other kids and residents!

Loved Gifts: Battery Pack, Dwarf Gadget, Iridium Bar, Radioactive Bar, Universal Loves

“Thank you, farmer! This will be useful for data collection!”

Hated Gifts: Bombs, Poisonous Mushrooms, Universal Hates

“My sensors say that this is a highly dangerous object! Activating Energy Cannon!

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[junemermaid]

[sentences sunday] mlc edition

I grabbed the next WIP on my to-do list and ended up with the taste of pomegranates.

here, have a snippet of men who are bad at tenderness attempting to be tender to each other.

Fang Duobing is sitting next to his things, still half dressed, turning his scrollwork guan in his fingers. His hunched posture gives the impression he's been there for some time. "Are you sulking?" Di Feisheng didn't bother to enter with any stealth, but Fang Duobing only looks up at his question. "No. Just... thinking." His widened eyes cinch again as they trail over Di Feisheng. "Sorry. I meant to come up myself." "I don't see what you've done to be sorry for." Di Feisheng props his dao against the wall. "Other than let Li Lianhua turn us both in circles, but that's like a day with congee for breakfast. Happens too often to get worked up over." Fang Duobing huffs a startled laugh. "You're very calm about this. Li Lianhua and his schemes included." What could shake him, after what happened? Like mortal danger dwarfing a superficial wound, or a war between empires towering over a border skirmish, his own breaking seems to cast Li Lianhua's nervous machinations in perspective. "I just wanted a bath," he says. "You look like you haven't made up your mind." "About a bath?" A distracting little curl remains at the corner of Fang Duobing's mouth. "Oh, I'm having one. I spent the last week in the saddle. I had a lick and a promise, up in the room earlier, but that's not the real thing." The opening is there to jostle him about his phrasing, to maybe raise red onto his smooth cheeks, but Di Feisheng finds the words tangling in his mouth. This, too, is abruptly strange: he may have known Li Lianhua for longer, but in a way, Fang Duobing is closer to him, in trust and temperament. After months of sparring and fucking, of sharing beds and matching tastes, he doesn't know how to patch this hole punched through their rapport.

tbc

[esotheria-sims]

Nature has awoken and the trees and bushes around the house have gone berserk with fruit and flowers! Would be a shame if it all went to waste, wouldn't it? Annika to the rescue!

She first plucked the blackberry bush (making sure only to pick the ripe ones), and then moved on to the dwarf fruit trees. She picked the pears and the pomegranates, which looked particularly tasty. Maybe she'll save one for later!

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Hey, followers: trivia question time! 🤓

What is the symbolic meaning of pomegranates❓

[starmosaics]

Ceres, (also referred to Greek goddess Demeter) is named after a Roman goddess; mostly known for her maternal presence, unconditional love for her daughter, and agricultural skills. She is the mother of Persephone, Goddess of Spring and in her story, Hades (Pluto), King of the dead, lures Persephone into going to the underworld away from her mother to be with him. Ceres is devastated and does everything in her might to locate her daughter and bring her back home leaving her crops behind to wilt.

Eventually, after much time spent in grief, Ceres finally finds Persephone. She declares to Hades that if she can’t have her daughter back she’ll make sure nothing will ever grow on earth again. Persephone is given 6 pomegranate seeds being forced to eat them as pomegranates commonly symbolize the bonding of a relationship (such as marriage) that would permit her from being able to leave the underworld whenever she pleases. Hades negotiates with Ceres proclaiming that if he gets to keep her held in the underworld for 6 months, Persephone can reunite with her again once Spring comes around.

Ceres is not an official planet, but it’s one if not the biggest dwarf planet in the solar system, so I always take note when I see its prominence in someone’s chart. I natally have Ceres conjunct my Sun and NN, and her story rings very true to me. If I was in Ceres’ shoes, I'd do the same. I’ve met many people with a prominent Ceres in their charts and they all sort of show up similarly. Cerian energy is always incredibly nurturing and comforting; one knows what to say to comfort others, they provide solace, are non-judgemental, very mindful, considerate, protective, loving, caring, and welcoming to just about anybody. Ceres also represents familial relationships, service, cycles, nourishment, fertility and reproduction, attachment and separation, agriculture, and bringing in/providing something.

If Ceres is prominent in your chart, how does it show up in your life?

[tomorrowsgardennc]

garden update // september... sePTEMBER?!?! 3rd, 2024

i am legit not ready for it to be september. and i don't mean mentally, i mean in the garden.

a long overdue chore was processing the last of the tomato seeds. the green doctor cherries - my absolute top favorite of all time absolutely - are the only ones left producing. all the other indeterminates have given up. one of the reasons it's my favorite. this will be the last batch i process for seeds, i'll enjoy the rest myself.

i really hope i can look back at this photo one day and go "holy crap, i processed the seeds BY HAND?!"

been so busy doing things other than garden things, like prepping for going back to vend at the market this saturday. like this new nifty sign. gotta sew it onto twine, which means dusting off the sewing machine. which is fine, because i got another sewing project i can't wait to show tumblr.

all the seeds will be done and selling at the market this saturday, but the only transplants that have grown a lot despite the hot weather have been the tom thumb dwarf peas. all the dinosaur kale was eaten - i didn't catch all the cabbageworms the first, or second, or third go around. but i already have a 2nd succession already about to grow their true leaves, so that's something?

speaking of something... i have about 3 of the pomegranate cuttings that have made it through me ignoring them for a whole summer. i REALLY need to get them into soil this week. and this chonker of a cantelope plant bursts forth from the compost that i got from a friends garden and after 3 attempts at killing it, it looks like i'll get even more cantaloupe this year. i didn't want it to cross-pollinate with my dwarf variety of cantaloupe, and pretty sure it didn't since it was never flowering at the same time. since the dwarf variety is done and pulled, i'll see if this gives me anything before first frost.

of course, the cherry bomb tomato seeds i saved last year cross pollinated with the spoon tomatoes so i got all different sizes from all those plants. these were the last of them and i've ripped out the plants already. also i remember planting radishes about 2 months ago.... but i don't remember which kind. so into my tummy they go.

last but not least, parsley checking on the forecast for leaf color changing. such a good boi.

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[teawiththegods]

This isn't really related to anything in particular but I'm really excited about it as a fellow polytheist so I figured I'd share. So in my parents' church it's traditional to name people after saints, and the day that Saint is venerated on becomes your "names day" which essentially functions as a second birthday where you get gifts and stuff. Well my names day is November 11th and I've convinced my parents to get me some plants, specifically a dwarf pomegranate and small hardy fig tree, to grow in my room!

Of course, unbeknownst to them, these are secretly going to be devotional plants to my deities 🤭 Pomegranates are a classic offering for many gods and figs are particularly popular for Kemetic deities so I'm really excited about it! I don't even really plan on eating the fruits themselves, I just want to use them for offerings. I'm just so excited that I wanted to share, I hope you don't mind! Have a great day!

I never mind when people share aspects of their lives, practices, and devotions with me!!

Omgs thats sooooo awesome! And such a great idea as well!! I'm so happy for you!!

Thanks so much for sharing!! <3

[bunny-claws]

ceres ⚳

ceres is a minor planet named after the roman goddess of agriculture (whose greek counterpart is the goddess demeter).

discovered on january 1st of 1801, ceres was initially classified as a planet but was later reclassified as a minor planet, or dwarf planet. it is the only minor planet that precedes neptune's orbit.

the space probe dawn, that launched in 2015, found that the surface of ceres contains ice! research suggests that the core of ceres is a mix of ice and rock, while the crust could be up to 30% ice.

fun fact: ceres has ice volcanoes!

the myth behind the name: like the story of demeter and persephone, ceres loved her daughter, prosperpina, so greatly that she halted the seasons while mourning her after she was kidnapped and taken to the underworld, causing a long winter and stunting the growth of crops and plants. it was only after prosperpina was allowed to spend half the year with her mother in the overworld that the seasons resumed and crops began to grow again.

it's pretty neat that an icy [minor] planet is named for a deity associated with winter!

ceres is classically associated with agriculture and the earth element, harvest, grains, fertility, motherhood, and marriage.

fun fact: the word "cereal" is named for ceres!

personal associations for ceres include: law, order, justice, punishment for the unfaithful, unconditional love, unity, companionship, rage, sorrow, seasons, cycles, winter, death and rebirth.

herbs: apples, comfrey, grains and crops of all kinds - poppy, wheat, corn, barley, oats, etc., grapes, mint, mullein, myrtle, rosemary

crystals/minerals: canary diamond, carnelian, citrine, clear quartz, copper, garnet (it reminds me of pomegranates), gold, green aventurine, emerald, jade, malachite, moonstone, moss agate, peridot, petrified wood, rose quartz, topaz

day of the week: friday

lunar phase: full moon

© 2025 bunny-claws

[immren]

for immren: favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions? for faust: do they smell like anything notable? for both immren and faust: what sort of music would they like? have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? do they have a favorite song?

food

for modern au, immren is from the underdark and bugs are part of his diet. like giant centipedes, worms, spiders. giant spider meat is a delicacy. he loves bugs. when he moves to the surface, he's still eating bugs. like he will pick a beetle off the ground and eat it. his favorite meal would be like giant centipede stew with underdark mushroom slices in it.

canonverse immie, he is a cannibal. flesh tastes different to him, but roasted dwarf is his favorite. but when he was with gortash, he was fed normal food whether he wanted to or not. he likes pomegranates because they bleed red but they're difficult for him to eat so those lose points. he will fuck up raspberries too. whenever he visits gortash, and there's a bowl of fruit on the table, he's going to inch towards it to grab a piece..

post tadpole though, i think he's a picky eater and doesn't understand why. he struggles to eat whatever gale cooks for him, but when they go to the underdark, gale cooks something with fire lichen and immren absolutely loves it.

but he has no dietary restrictions. he eats poisonous mushrooms for fun but also to build resistance. 👍

smell

faust normally smells good, like expensive shampoo and cologne. not too much cologne, just a modest amount. there's an underlying smell of burning flesh and sulfur that exacerbates the more he uses his psychic abilities though, but it normally dissipates after some time until he uses his fire again.

music

for modern au bc neither of them care about music in canonverse

immren is a goth but he says he doesn't listen to the mainstream stuff (he absolutely does, but won't admit it), and if he shows you music, its going to be goth bands that have like a few thousand monthly listeners on spotify. no idea what his favorite song would be though, i'm afraid of his brain. i also think he'd like doom metal. normally he dislikes metal because there;s too much going on, but doom metal is slow enough for him to tolerate and enjoy it.

i have not thought about what modern au faust would listen to, i really want to say vkei since some of my design inspo for him comes from that, but i also think he loves electronic fucked up noise. i need to think on this more.