#epiphyllum oxypetalum

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Epiphyllum oxypetalum

Didn't have any blooms last year, so I was happy when one started forming last week. Though this one flower didn't bloom on the main big plant, but came from a smaller one that had just two big leaves 😆 (it was a cutting from the main one).

Made sure I had a better setup this time around with a nice grey background and soft lighting, but I still missed the early opening hours 😑. Still happy with this time-lapse. This was from around 9:30PM-9:30AM

[briery]

Epiphyllum oxypetalum, also known as Kadupul or Queen of the Night, is considered one of the most expensive flowers in the world, due to its rarity, fragrance and the fact that it doesn’t survive long enough to even be picked. It blooms rarely (usually once a year) and only at night, and then will die by the next morning.

[macaronijail06]

We're just two slow dancers, last ones out

@kkomaism

[wenbochenphoto]

What hapened last night in my garden.

[helluvatimes]

One Night Queen

An Epiphyllum oxypetalum flower (Queen of the Night) getting ready for its one-night glory in the Gardens by the Bay. Photo credit: Jonathan Chua.

This cactus flower would apparently bloom in one night and wither by dawn.

[skellybonesandtrees]

Queen of the Night (Epiphyllum oxypetalum)

from mom's beautiful garden

:) it blooms only one night

[xenonhw]

Can somebody who knows more about botany (and history maybe? idk??) tell me why these two flowers:

Saussurea Obvallata and Epiphyllum Oxypetalum,

are linked/confused with each other so much so that even google can't get it right?

the only thing they seem to have in common is sometimes they have the same common name, Brahma Kamal. Even though I'm pretty sure that namesake is more for S.O. which grows in India and E.O. is native to Mexico and also more commonly known as Lady/Queen of the Night.

If anyone knows why, I'm begging, please tell me!!

[milkywayrollercoaster]

Epiphyllum oxypetalum

Belo Horizonte/ Brasil

Fotos: G. Salomão

[floweralleyblog-blog]

The Swinging Red Epiphyllum

Any Epiphyllum gets my undivided attention while blooming. This red Epiphyllum oxypetallum is blooming on only one side because I hung it at a window over the winter and forgot to turn it. Look away and you will pay. I hope the other stems will be inspired to bloom now that it is hanging in the sunshine. I use two hooks to hang these so they are easier for me to water. This makes for a lively…

[albertxylin]

Small Gods in Holy Places

My mum calls me to come look at the flower. It's the flower my parents have been telling me about for days, How it only blooms at night and lasts for two hours before wilting. It is gone before dawn, A fleeting moment of a lifetime, Proof that a short life can still be beautiful, Still be enough.

A weed grows between two statues in the garden, Paint bleached white by years in the sun. It is green and spiky and the opposite of stone statues, Too set in their ways to ever be soft or malleable or grow. There is a chance it will outlive them, too. I am unsure if they are guiding it or if it is protecting them. Either way they are sisters supporting each other, Three small gods in communion.

The flower is epiphyllum oxypetalum, Also known as the queen of the night. The weed is sonchus oleraceus, Also known as the sow thistle. It is equally as holy.

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Queen of the night

A bloom of the nocturnal Epiphyllum oxypetalum. Bangalore, KA.

[briery]

Queen of the night or Kadupul flower, (Epiphyllum oxypetalum).

[strawberrycookielover3]

Meet Epiphyllum oxypetalum Cookie! Or you can call her Kadupul Flower Cookie she doesnt mind:3

Sent from the Tropical Soda islands (going based off the ovenbreak story for her lore of this), she was sent to check on the Red Dragon's condition under the experiments of the Beast, DragonBerry. She stands on the outskirts of the Kingdom till she can find a secure and secret way inside.

Beast ancient au belongs to: @cuppajj

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Chapter Two: Alhaitham

cw: modern au (whoops), sfw, noise overstimulation, cursing (once or twice I think), 2nd POV, not proofread

Sumeru Boys x GN! Reader

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"If I were to choose any darshan that isn't my own, I personally would choose Haravatat. I didn't because there are too many essays… same thing with Rhawatist. That's what I like about Amurta, oftentimes the results speak for themselves."

"Oh, Alhaitham, it's you."

It seems he did not mean to ask a question, because he did not push for you to answer for your presence. You glanced at him a couple times during the beginning of class before eventually relaxing and easing into your studies.

Your professor was a tall and lanky man, who looked overly exhausted. He had a slight Fontaine accent, and he gave you the feeling that he once had big dreams that he had long since given up on. It was something about that dull look in his eyes that made you pity the man. Whatever small pity you held for him, however, did not stop you for glaring daggers at the back of his skull after he announced that the very first project of the year would be an introductory presentation completely in the language of Old Fontaine.

As class wrapped up, you began to pack up your things. This was your last class of the day, and you were ready to go have dinner with Layla. Finally, the class was finished. You had taken notes to the best of your ability, but you were one-hundred percent sure that you wouldn’t remember anything that happened today any better than you remembered what your cousins’ names were (which was to say, poorly).

Just as you began to stand up, you felt someone watching you. You glanced behind you and met eyes with Alhaitham. What does he need? You wondered, staring blankly into his eyes. He blinked, as if confused. Whatever small expression his face had held disappeared as soon as it had come, leaving him with the same blatant disinterest he had shown previously.

“You have very neat handwriting; it accompanies the language well.” He spoke. As far as you could tell, it was a sincere compliment. His lack of tone made guessing a little difficult, but he certainly didn’t seem to be taunting you.

“Yours as well. I would have admired it a lot when I was a child.” You nodded, holding your tongue. You would have admired a lot more than his handwriting if you had met him when you were younger. If you had known him, he would have been very likely to be the unlucky victim of practically idolization due to your lack of social skills. You cringed, shaking away the memories of your own awkwardness.

He walked next to you as you left the room, not bothering to hold the door for you. You hadn’t expected it, but you certainly noticed the door swinging a little wider than necessary, allowing you to slip out behind him while still shuffling your belongings around in your bag.

You walked beside each other in silence, and eventually stopped at the same spot in front of the building. “Are you waiting for someone?” You asked, holding your hair back. The wind was blowing hard enough that it was inconvenient, and you didn’t have a hair band within reach.

“Yes, I am supposed to be taking my roommate home. If he doesn’t show up soon I’m leaving without him.” He also brushed back a particularly long section of hair, glancing down at you.

“Fair,” you muttered, setting down your bag so you could find your emergency stash of hair ties. Layla had a tendency to ignore weather warnings and the sorry state of her own hair care items, so you always had some extra things on hand. You grabbed two from their respective pocket and held one our to Alhaitham.

A small look of amusement pulled at his lips. “For me?”

“Yes, for you. I don’t see any other person in need of one standing next to me.” You shoved it into his hand and tied your own hair back. When you looked back at him, he had a cute little braid that held his bangs in place.

You stood next to each other in silence a while longer until you heard a frantic, out-of breath voice calling your name. “Y/n! Y/n! I’m so sorry, I fell asleep during class and-” Layla huffed, grabbing your hand. Alhaitham looked at the her, biting back a smart comment.

“It’s okay, Layla. We don’t have a reservation or anything.” You smiled and patted her head, attempting to calm her frazzled nerves. “Keep the hair tie, I’ve got plenty. Buh-bye!” You told Alhaitham and gave him a little wave. He returned the gesture, then watched as you dragged Layla away.

“Buh-bye.” He muttered, a little amused. He hadn’t heard anyone over the age of nine say that as far as he could remember, much less a college student. He could see why Tighnari had been speaking your praises all morning. You were such a cute little underclassman, and not too intense either. You had been interesting to watch during class, and kind enough to lend him a hair tie. Yes, it wasn’t much, but it was still a gesture he could appreciate. He found himself looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow.

“So… Alhaitham, huh? I guess you’re just making friends with all the upperclassmen now. Or are you just going after the pretty ones?” Layla teased. You sighed and shook your head, smiling as you rummaged through your closet. Layla had already picked out an outfit from your collection of her clothes that you had happened upon over the years of your friendship, and was now waiting for you to finish finding one. You debated a complimentary blue dress to go with Layla’s, but ended up wearing one of your go-to outfits.

"He's in my language class. It wasn't a big deal of anything," you waved your hand, adding a few accessories. "What shoes go with this?"

"Stop avoiding the question," Layla slumped against your mattress. "He fits your type perfectly. Actually, most of Tighnari's friend group fits your type…"

"Pfft. Me? A type? In men? Good one, Layla. What exactly would my 'type' entail? Besides, it's nothing anyway." You snickered while pulling your hair out of your face. The wind had calmed since that afternoon, but not by much, and you weren't planning on taking chances with messing up how nice you looked.

"Well, for one, you like smart people. You don't feel dragged down by having to explain complicated concepts to them, and you can have a conversation about your interests without sounding like a mad scientist."

"Rude," you interjected.

"You know it's true," Layla rolled her eyes at you. "Besides that, you've admitted it yourself. Beautiful men with pretty eyes are your second weakness."

"Right behind cute animals… shit, Layla, why do you have to remember what I say?" You whined, setting down your things and turning to your friend.

"I wonder the same thing sometimes," Layla sighed. "Anyways, are you ready to go?"

You hummed in response, picking up your bag with your wallet in it. The two of you got into your car, a gift from your father that was running on hopes and dreams plus a little bit of dad magic, and drove to the restaurant.

Ever since the two of you were little, you had both loved this restaurant. When your parents asked where you wanted to go out to eat, you almost always ended up there. You each had your favorite meal, but the food was so good you were up to try practically anything on the menu. The cozy, warm vibe combined with your casual familiarity with the family that ran the place were just the cherries on top of the cake that was the delicious food.

Tonight wasn't supposed to be any different than all the ones before. Comfort food after long, exhausting days littered your memory throughout the years for almost as long as you could remember. The only thing that had changed was the company you came with. It used to be a family thing, but ever since you had learned to drive, you started going with just Layla instead of a big group.

That was exactly what you had expected for dinner, but apparently fate had other plans. Just as you had taken a seat, you felt a twinge of déjà vu. Layla blanched, grasping frantically at the table cloth.

"You felt that too, right? That sense of… foreboding?" You muttered, reaching for her hand.

"Yes," Layla hissed, whirling around to look at the door. "I am too tired for whatever is about to happen. I have this awful feeling that this isn't going to be a quick meal."

She was right. You turned just in time to catch sight of certain seniors of yours wandering through the door. Anxiety shot through you like a bullet as you hurried to look away and act normal. As anyone who has ever tried to "act normal" knows, it didn't go too well.

"Well, look who it is, the cute freshman! Hey, Y/n!" Kaveh grinned at you. You gritted your teeth and tried to get your erratic heartbeat under control.

"Dinner sure is gonna be fun," you grumbled, putting on a smile and ignoring the burning feeling in your face. "Hey, Kaveh, company."

"Mind if we join you? This is our first time here." Cyno gestured to the empty seats next to you. You glanced at the seats, silently cursing their availability.

It wasn't that you didn't like the group, no, you had loved meeting them today. It was just that you had been expecting a nice relaxing dinner without too much social pressure to unwind from the very overwhelming day.

"Sure," you said, unable to think of any relatively polite way to turn them down.

"Oh, can't you three see that they look downright exhausted? Let's sit elsewhere and let the poor underclassmen have a break." Tighnari shook his head and sighed.

"Oh! Well, now that you mention it…" Kaveh trailed off, turning a little pink in the face. "Sorry about that," he chuckled, waving his hands around.

"N-no, please sit! We don't mind. The night is still young and there is plenty of time to rest after dinner. I won't always get to have dinner with you bunch, after all! Might as well celebrate a first day of school survived together!"

Layla eyed you suspiciously, but didn't say anything. "Yes, we don't mind."

The four boys sat besides you, this time with Alhaitham to your side and Cyno next to Layla, across from you.

The group started a lighthearted conversation while they waited for the food to be ready, one you didn't participate in. You tried your hardest to listen, but there were so many people talking and you couldn't focus on one specific voice.

You stood, placing your hands on the table. "Sorry, I'll be right back." You hurried to the single person restroom, where you hurriedly locked the door and covered your ears.

"Come on, Y/n, calm down. You're an adult now, you can handle a little noise." You took a few deep breaths before brushing your hair out of your face and looking in the mirror. "Look at you. You look great, you feel great, you are great. You've got this."

Just as you started to feel better, a knock on the door threw you back into a panic. "Y/n? Are you doing alright?" Layla's voice sounded muffled from behind the heavy door. "If you need to, we can leave-"

"No! Everything is fine, I just needed a second. I'm okay, don't worry. I'm just about done, actually. Go sit back down, I'll be there in a second!" You put some effort into sounding happier than you felt. Smiling and pretending to be happy is proven to improve an individual's mood, after all.

You left the restroom after another set of deep breaths and slid back into your seat. Alhaitham glanced at you with a blank expression, and you made sure to smile bigger.

"Sorry about that! What did I miss?" You asked. As Kaveh filled you in to the current contents of the conversation, you pressed your fingertips into your thigh to try and stave the buzzing underneath your skin.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Alhaitham typing out something. He tilted his phone discreetly in your direction, noting your eyes flicking towards him.

To repay you for earlier, was the only text on the screen. He put down his phone and reached up, removing his headphones and placing them on your ears. Instantly, all of that noise you had heard before faded away. All you could hear was the conversation at hand, which faded to silence when Kaveh stared wide-eyed at the both of you.

You blinked and tilted your head at Alhaitham, but he shook his head at you. "Save it, I'm only repaying a favor. That means you too, Kaveh. Stop gaping like a fish and eat."

The group turned, spotting their food. Once people started eating, things quieted down significantly. When the buzzing disappeared fully, you returned Alhaitham's headphones to him and carried on with talking, feeling much better now.

When dinner was done and paid for, you stopped Alhaitham on the way out. "Hey, um, thank you. That was really considerate of you."

"Considerate? Hardly. It was plain as day that you weren't feeling well, and I had a solution. I didn't go out of my way at all. I simply was returning a favor. Save your thanks for another time." He spoke plainly, bored with the conversation. There was no reason for you to thank him for something so elementary.

"Oh," you wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling the chill of the night's dropping temperatures. "I'll see you tomorrow, then. Goodbye, Alhaitham."

He hummed in response, following Kaveh away. You hurried over to your car, where Layla was waiting in the passenger seat.

"So that's what you call nothing? The only thing that could have made that more cliche would be if he offered his jacket to you and told you to keep it, or maybe offered to escort you home."

"Shove it, Layla. Let's just continue with what we had planned for the night like that never happened." You were glad for the darkness, because if it had been any brighter, Layla would definitely have noticed all the signs of how flustered you were.

You drove home with your face burning, and even before the movie the two of you put on could get past the introduction, you were fast asleep and reliving today's events in your dreams.

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Missouri Botanical Garden 9/26/23 by Sharon Mollerus