#passion flower vine

[sitting-on-me-bum]

The Gulf Fritillary caterpillar is pretty crazy looking on the Passion Flower vine - Venice, Florida

Photographer: JP Gregg

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the orange fritillary caterpillars have almost completely devoured this whole passionfruit vine, but it managed to put out one single passion flower!

[cannedbreads]

what's the one plant or tree that you wish you could grow but are unable to due to it not loving your growing zone? (unless you won the lottery and could afford making *the perfect environment* for it)

hmmmmmm, i would say mango trees or echium candicans (pride of madeira). the echiums are easy to grow, but annoyingly hard to overwinter :(

[sunshineram]

btw i promise im working on art!!! its a slow process since ive been off my adderall but!! have some wips in the meantime :)

some really cool SM artists oc's (G.L and Ruth!)

this fuckin guy (for a pinned post on twitter telling people that im more active here, since both artists up above are on twitter)

[callmedaisy]

One of my favorite vines,

This world is made of such beauty. Let’s never take it for granted again, appreciate what you have.

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Passion Flowers (Passiflora)

Taken at The Yoga Garden in Melbourne, FL

[featherlover]

I went to visit my father, and i knew i had to get a picture of his passion flowers. You can not just ignore them.

I remember when i first saw them years ago, they look like some alien like plant based monster. Like a potion ingredient created for a fantasy novel .

And yeah, turns out that this flower is indeed used to brew some teas to heal stress, insomnia, anxiety and addictive substances withdrawal. It literally removes debuffs.

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[urban-paradise]

The Passion Vine finally decided to open up today 💜

[the-cultivated-home]

The Allure of Azure: Mastering the Art of Growing Blue Passion Flowers

Embark on a captivating journey with the Blue Passion Flower in this blog. From its historical roots to its growing needs and challenges, discover the allure and satisfaction of cultivating this tropical beauty in your garden.

Picture this: A winding vine, adorned with exotic, dazzling blue flowers, curling along a trellis in your garden. That was my dream, and the star of that dream was the Blue Passion Flower (Passiflora caerulea). But cultivating this tropical beauty was more of a journey than I ever imagined. If you���ve ever dreamt of nurturing your own Blue Passion Flower, join me as I walk you through my journey.…

[jensownzoo]

Erected a second trellis made from woven wire fence panels in this raised bed. (The first one is to the left and has snap peas growing up it). Planted loofah seeds at closest legs and some random pole beans in a few spots along the length. Random because the dried pods came from the green waste dumpster after someone's fall garden clean out (initially attracted by some marigold seedheads hanging out, but found the vines when I actually lifted the lid). They're white seeds so probably one of the more common varieties. I tend to like bush beans better than pole beans for cooking fresh, but they do take up less horizontal space and tend to do decent dried so.

Then I put up a small panel for the perennial pea vine on the end, held in place with a few short u-posts and zip ties. I also scavenged the seed for this, got it to sprout last year but not do terribly great (drought), but this year it's exploded with growth and I have high hopes for blossoms.

I've also decided that I need to move the passion vines because the bitches want to climb and I need them not to take over the supports for the tomatoes. Plus I watched a YouTube video and got a greater appreciation of just how big one vine can get when in full sun. The new bed I'm planning on replacing some grass with will be 2' x 15', run along the sidewalk, and get southern exposure so the plan is to construct a fence/trellis along the back of it for the passion vine. Unfortunately, the clay soil is much too wet to put the bed in and will be for the foreseeable future (which is the only time I will whine about the rain). Trying to figure out how trashy it will look to just construct a random section of fencelike structure in the middle of my front yard to get the vines transplanted and just...build the bed in front of it later. I guess I could just try potting up the vines, but I really don't want to kill them and they're doing so well. More research may be needed.

But now I have to pause to go gather up the chickens' food for the week. I'm hoping to get some bush beans and squash in the ground when I get back.

[gardenwench]

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Fetor and Fertile

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x f!reader Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Word count: ~2.5k

Summary: Aemond is not a man of pleasure, everything must serve a purpose, exist for functionality. With the threat of war looming ever closer, his wife wants to inject some brightness into their space. Little does she know that the flowers she has cut from the far corner of the Keep's garden to decorate their rooms will coax out a side of her husband that she has yet to meet... Author's note: Written for The Big Fucking Stupid Sex Pollen Writing Challenge. No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications.

The sweet smell of honeysuckle filled the air, carried upon a gentle breeze that ruffled the hairs at the nape of her neck. The sun shone down upon her, warming her skin as she walked slowly through the Keep’s gardens, the only sounds were the crunch of her slippers upon the gravel path and the gentle buzzing of nearby bumblebees. For a moment, she was simply enjoying a peaceful summer’s day where only she and the flora she walked among existed.

She looked up as the garden was plunged into shadowy darkness, seeing the fearsome bulk of Vhagar pass languidly overhead. The sheer monstrous size of the great war dragon caused a chill to run down her spine despite the warmth of the day. As the lumbering beast banked over the sparkling grey waters of Blackwater Bay, the sun was once more visible, however, the illusion of tranquility was shattered. Atop the dragon that had just passed overhead was her husband, Prince Aemond Targaryen. He was patrolling the city, providing preemptive defence against the anticipation of attack that would kick start a war, threatening all of their lives. She sighed, about to turn and go back inside, when a splash of colour in the far corner caught her eye.

Stepping closer, she saw a vine of trailing flowers upon the stone wall in the far corner of the gardens. It was the only place in the green expanse of the Red Keep’s lush botanical space that the sun did not touch, so it surprised her that such beauty was able to thrive here, though she supposed that Alicent Hightower had managed to raise three achingly beautiful children in equally suboptimal conditions. Similar to the Targaryen children, were these flowers also fatally flawed beyond their pretty exterior?

Her eyes raked over the thick, winding stem, a dark green that protruded from a crack in the top of the wall, before twisting its way downwards, just shy of touching the perfectly manicured lawn below. The flowers themselves, blossoming along the vine, were almost trumpet like in shape, with petals that tapered out into points. Their edges were a vibrant orange that bled into a deep crimson at their centre, housing thick stamens laden with bulbous balls of yellow pollen. The colour reminded her of fire, fitting for House Targaryen, and so she carefully plucked enough to make a modest bouquet. They would look nice in a vase upon the table at the centre of her and Aemond’s marital chambers, she decided. It was a space that was furnished to be functional and comfortable, but it was otherwise dreary and in need of brightening up. The flowers would do just that.

Functional, but in need of brightening up was also an adequate description for her marriage to Aemond. Theirs was a political alliance, a union of powerful houses to strengthen his brother’s claim to the throne, so she was under no illusions of their match being one of heartfelt declarations of love or unbridled displays of passion, but she had hoped that that would grow in time. In the three months since the Targaryen prince had draped her in his house colours and taken her under his protection, he had not been unkind to her, but she had yet to see beneath the hardened shell of stoic duty that he hid behind. When he lay with her he made it clear that it was for the intent of producing heirs, and he remained stoic, his movements utterly controlled as he rutted atop her. She wondered if he took any pleasure in it all, save for the moment his eye would screw shut as he spilled inside of her with a groan. Everything Aemond did was in service of others – an attack dog for his brother, a protector for his mother and sister. She had yet to decipher what roles they played in each other’s lives that ran deeper than armies and fealty, though she was desperate to find out. Despite his reputation for being a ruthlessly violent kinslayer, in person he was quiet, controlled, and devastatingly handsome in a way that made her ache. It frustrated her that she never saw any of the fire in him that his house was renowned for. 

Once the flowers were arranged in a dark green ceramic vase upon the table, she found the space was much more pleasing to look at, a welcome burst of colour among the stacks of old books, dragon skulls and tapestries depicting grisly acts of war from the age of the Conqueror. She felt as though there was finally a little something of her influence in the room, and not just her husband’s. 

He returned as she was knotting the tie of her royal blue satin robe around her waist, not long having stepped out of the bath. Clad in his riding leathers, with both his sword and dagger at his hip, he cut an imposing figure, and she feared she would never grow used to the way he seemed to draw all the air from the room whenever he stepped into it. She stood frozen, taking in the windswept state of the long, silver hair that hung loose around his shoulders – the top half, as always, was pulled away from his face and tied at the back of his head.

Her gaze followed his single eyed stare as it fell upon the flowers on the table, his eyebrow raising subtly in silent question.

“They are beautiful, are they not?” she asked hopefully, a smile spreading across her face as she stepped towards him, watching as he lifted the vase in his gloved hand, dipping his head to smell them.

“Mmm,” was all the response he gave, before setting them back down, and her heart sank at his disinterest. She had hoped that in attempting to put her own stamp upon their shared space that it would pique Aemond’s interest in her, and inspire him to get to know her on a deeper level. He remained apparently unmoved by her efforts, however. “Help me disrobe,” he commanded softly, once he had unfastened his belt, resting his sword against the wall and his dagger upon the table beside the vase of flowers.

He sat upon the chaise beside the table, a wordless and small act of kindness that meant she would not have to reach up on her tiptoes to unhook the clasps nearest his throat. She worked silently, pulling off his black leather gloves and boots, then ridding him of his green waxed leather riding coat and black leather jerkin. He remained silent, his body pliant to the tugging and pulling of the clothing coming away from his body, though his breaths seemed rapid and shaky; she attributed it to the exhilaration of his afternoon patrol, and the speed at which he had to travel on horseback to return to the Red Keep once he had dismounted Vhagar near the Kingswood. By the time she had finished, Aemond remained in only his white cotton breeches, rid of his eyepatch with the entirety of his hair now loose. She stepped back, allowing herself an appreciative glance at the hardened planes of his torso, before beginning to move away to order that the tub be filled with fresh hot water for him to bathe in. She had barely taken a single step when the prince’s hand shot out, grasping her wrist with such force it made her yelp in surprise. Her eyes flitted down to where his fingers tightly encircled her wrist, then up to his face. The ravenous hunger she saw reflected in his dilated gaze made her stomach erupt into nervous butterflies. The darkness she saw in his mismatched stare was a dangerous thing. He had never looked at her that way before – no one had.

“My Prince, what are you– oh!”

She gasped as he pulled her to him, pressing his face against her lower abdomen and inhaling deeply, smelling her in much the same way he had the flowers just moments earlier. His fingers splayed out against her lower back, fingertips pressing firmly into the meat of where the shape of her hips began to flare outwards. He moved his face lower, pressing against her insistently with the tip of his nose. It made her tremble with excitement, her core beginning to throb in anticipation of the trail his touch seemed destined to end at.

“I must have you,” he whispered, his voice thick and raspy, “...please.”

He did not wait for a response, as his nose brushed against the cleft between her thighs, making her mewl softly as her hips bucked instinctively towards his face. He had never been so assertive with her before, never made his desire known to her – what little of it she had experienced thus far seemed to be a dark and ravenous thing, and she was eager to coax it out in its entirety. She threaded her fingers into the silken strands of his hair close to his scalp, tugging gently and he groaned long and low, the sound a deep rumble from within his chest.

“Gods,” she breathed shakily, her head tipping back as she felt the flat of his tongue stroke languidly against her slit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body that caused her knees to weaken.

Aemond drew back before she could fall, grasping her by the waist and manhandling her to lay beneath him on the chaise. Her legs dangled precariously off of the edge, but he seemed not to care, grasping her knees and bringing them to rest either side of his waist as he loomed over her upon his knees, folding her in on herself.

She wondered if this was how prey animals felt when caged in by predators, moments before rending jaws closed in and put an end to it all. No – they did not wish for death, she decided as he tore open her robe, baring her body to his esurient gaze. His chest heaved with each of his ragged breaths and she could see the way his hardness strained against the confines of his undergarments, turning the fabric translucent with the arousal that leaked from the tip. Her core clenched at the site, her neediness and arousal growing rapidly as his large hands pawed against her breasts, the feel of his calloused palms against her soft flesh making her hiss through her teeth and writhe beneath him.

“Let me have you…please…” his voice trembled, strained and sounding almost on the verge of tears, almost as though he would sob if she denied him.

She had no intention of denying him his prize, however, not when he had so ardently showed her the depths of his desire. She bit her lip, simply nodding, and in a flurry of movement he freed himself, before surging forward and burying himself to the hilt inside of her. The sudden stretch made her cry out, the sting of her body having to so suddenly accommodate his girth was painful, but not unpleasant. He crashed his lips to hers, swallowing down her noises of discomfort, and her tongue licked against his as he parted his lips, winding her arms around his neck as he began to move, the sticky click of both their saliva and shared arousal the only sounds that accompanied the ominous scrape of the chaise’s legs against the stone floor each time Aemond drove his hips forward, sending cushions toppling to the floor.

When they finally parted for air, Aemond rested his forehead against hers, still driving into her with each brutal snap of his hips as his hands began to explore her body, grasping and squeezing at every dip and curve they fell upon, making her whine. He had never paid such close attention to her body before, she both relished the attention and wanted to hide away at the intensity of it. His hands came to rest upon the globes of her arse, gripping firmly and pulling her body to meet each of his forward thrusts. She cried out in pleasure as it drove him deeper, the head of his cock brushing repeatedly against a spot inside of her that made her toes curl and her thighs tremble.

“I have never wanted anyone the way that I want you,” he panted, sweat beginning to bead upon his brow as she anchored herself to him by digging her heels into the small of his back.

She knew now – this was Aemond’s act of service to her; to pleasure her, and now she had discovered it she would do all she could to ensure he felt he never had to inhibit himself in front of her ever again. 

Aemond pressed his pelvis flush against hers and stilled as he came with a feral snarl, throwing his head back with the force of it, as his lower abdomen twitched with each pulsation of his length inside of her. The sensation pushed her over the edge into rapturous, sweet oblivion, pulling a honeyed, languid sensation from her as her inner muscles spasmed around him, and she whimpered as she convulsed beneath him.

Utterly spent and boneless, she barely registered the weight of him as he collapsed atop her, breathing heavily. After a few moments, he slowly rolled off of her, slipping free of her as she felt his seed begin to trickle slowly down her inner thigh. He shifted towards the centre of the chaise, gathering her against the expanse of his chest.

His voice broke the gentle silence that had fallen between them as his slender fingers danced lazily up and down her spine. “Since the day that we met I have wondered what it would be like to have you cry out my name, to make you writhe in ecstasy…I…I never knew how to ask you.”

His confession curled itself around her heart, spreading warmth through her chest as her lips curved into a soft smile. “You never have to ask,” she reassured him, lifting her head to look at him.

“Then I will not,” he replied with a wolfish grin, making her squeal as he grabbed at her once more, manhandling her by her thighs and hips until she hovered over his face, her knees on either side of his head.

It was then that she looked down at his face, his seeing eye fixated upon her still glistening sex, and she noticed the smattering of yellow beneath his nostrils – the same hue as the pollen that filled the flowers she had plucked from their vine earlier that day, and realisation set in. As Aemond pulled her against his searching mouth, and his tongue began to lap at the mess he had made of her, she moaned softly, looking up towards the vase that housed the pretty red and orange flowers. She decided there and then that they would become a permanent fixture of their marital chambers from that moment onwards.

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More Aemond fics

[ariadnes-elixirs]

thinking of an isekaied reader and a yandere noble boy...

(gn reader x male noble yandere)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6

tw: manipulative behavior, thats about it though

you stared at the honeysuckles climbing alongside the fence near the outskirts of your family's garden. as you continue examining them, it occurs to you that they seem to take on a vine-like shape, wrapping and constricting the fence. in front of the vines there are two smaller shrubs, also presumably honeysuckles.

as you stand there awkwardly lost in thought, oliver begins speaking. he takes one step forward as his eyes shift between the shrub and the vines, "there are three types of honeysuckle: shrubs, bushes, and vines."

he takes a careful step between the two shrubs and strides towards the vines, reaching a gentle hand out and caressing a pale pink, almost white blossom in his fingers. "while their flowers are pretty, in some places they can be invasive. they can block out sunlight, making it impossible for other plants to grow."

he's standing in front of you, so it's hard to gauge his expression. his voice is calm and serene, almost reverent as he speaks about the flowers.

"the pale pink flowers on the vines are likely common honeysuckle vines. while the pink tubular flowers on the shrub indicate that those are likely tatarian honeysuckles."

he slowly turns away from the vines as your eyes focus on his hand caressing the flower. in one swift motion he uses his left hand to pluck it off the vine, then turns towards the shrub. he's still standing in the same spot, but as he turns you can finally see his face.

his expression is cold, almost apathetic as he looks at the flowers. with how he sounded you would have expected him to at least be smiling. his dark brown eyes quickly meet yours before he looks at the shrub. he crouches down, still holding the pale pink flower in his left hand. his right hand reaches out gently to a darker pink blossom belonging to the shrub.

"chances are, some gardener got careless and either decided to plant these because they didn't feel like planting something higher maintenance... or they simply," he rips the flower off, "didn't notice that an invasive flower slipped into the garden..."

as he holds the pale pink flower in his left hand and a dark pink flower in his right, he finally shifts his body to face you and meets your eyes. his expression shifts to a much softer one as he looks at you, "i don't know what happened to you, but what i do know is that you are definitely acting different."

your blood runs cold, surprised he decided to bring this up again. you stand there for a second, about to reply before he smiles gently at you, catching you off guard.

"i know you have been having trouble with your memory, my love." he says, "it just..."

"it makes me so sad when you look at me like that... like..." you notice his eyes look sad, almost like he's tearing up as he speaks, "when you look at me like you don't know who i am, or what we were, or how much i love you."

he moves his hands to yours, gently taking your left palm and bringing it between the two of you. then he slowly holds up the two flowers in each of his hands, "obviously this isn't your fault, but..." he pauses, "i don't want to make you hate me by going too far too fast."

"so, i wanted to ask," he moves the dark pink tatarian honeysuckle towards you, "do you wish to resume our relationship, as passionate yet secret lovers," he moves the pale pink common honeysuckle flower closer to you, "or do you want to start over, from the moment where i got down on my knees and told you how much i love you for the first time?"

he looks at you gently, waiting for you to take one of the flowers in your hand, "i don't want to overwhelm you, darling, but please..."

"i just can't live without your love any longer. please, love, even if you don't remember, won't you fall in love with me again?"

a/n: (this is the part where my indecisiveness starts showing)

anyways !! would you like to "resume the relationship", start over, or say no to both (secret option he's not gonna say but i will)

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

•~{ Heyyy so not much to say but hope you enjoy }~•

•Undead Gardener•

Ivy has made a friend, now let’s go back a little.

When she was in the park late at night, she was told by some plants that some asshole buried a body here and that would be unhealthy for the plants.

She saw that someone got to the man first, he had thorn vines around his arms, legs, and neck and a flowers she hadn’t ever seen before in cuts on his body and he was most certainly dead so as Ivy was wondering if the plants themselves did this she heard some footsteps from behind her and when she turned to look she was met with a boy.

“Oh hello” the boy says clearly surprised with her being here but that’s not what caught her attention at was the same red and purple flowers from the body are on him by his neck and the same vines are around his wrist it makes it clear what this boy did to the man.

“Hello are you the one who killed this man?” Ivy asked simply to the boy “Yes I did, he buried a body in the park it would damage the the green life!” The boy says back to Ivy as he pointed at the body “I was coming back to grab the body and feed him to my blood blossoms” he says and now Ivy wants to learn more about these blood blossoms.

“I could help with the moving of the body” Ivy says to interrupt the boys rambling and uses the vines already on his body to move the body up and turns back to the boy who is now smiling and says kindly “Thank you for the help, I’m Danny and what do you want to know about my blood blossoms?”

“You’re welcome Danny now where did they come from and how did they get the name Blood blossoms?”Ivy said in response and they start walking away with the dead body behind them.

Yeah Ivy made a friend.

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Everything was well for Danny, the ghost have chilled out as Danny has moved to Gotham for college, but he found out that the ecto in Gotham is very… not heathy for halfas to stay for more than a week and even that was pushing it so Danny had to find a way to stay.

So he heads to Undergrowth who he has gotten close to in the past few years and ask what he could do and Undergrowth explains that Blood blossoms eat that kind of ecto that Gotham has like candy and probably not even bother Danny for blood but he would have to wear them on his person to stay healthy.

So Danny grabs some blood blossoms puts them around his neck as a necklace and goes about college life.

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•Little Facts•

•Sam managed to turn Danny to the dark side [She got him as obsessed with plant life as she is]

•Sam, Tucker and Danny will FaceTime a few times a week and on one of them Ivy and Harley are seen in the background talking and Sam loses her shit

•Undergrowth will randomly show up to give Danny random plants and more blood blossoms [Danny thinks it how he shows affection but he is to scared to ask]

•Harley likes Danny as a kind kid and funny as hell

•Danny’s apartment is full of plants with a eye instead of an pistil or flowers with a mouth full of teeth and vines it looks so cool

•Danny and Sam have grown even closer as friends with Danny new little friends and Tucker feels like it’s spreading

•Danny and Sam will send plants to each other

Danny may be more chill with plants doesn’t mean his space obsession stopped

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•Appearance•

[Just because he has a newfound passion for plants doesn’t mean that he stopped being a nerd for space and stars]

[ And here’s a version with pants! I know rare for me but I got to deep in the art and couldn’t pick so you get both! ]

[Just Imagine these but instead of the flowers it’s blood blossoms]

And here is the picture that started this thing

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•~{ And that’s it I hope you gremlins like it byeeee }~•



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