#seedless bloom

[andrewcrag]

Seedless Bloom

A role-playing epic of time traveling cultures torn amid tragedy and hubris.

This free tabletop role-playing game released under a Creative Commons BY-NC-SA 4.0 license might suit you if you're interested in…

…a serious approach to time travel as a culture.

…learning new ways of thinking and a new vocabulary that comes with it.

…role-playing the epic exploits of time travelers whose lives are torn between tragedy and hubris.

…setting up the problems and antagonists you're facing.

…a boiling pace sustained by a mechanic using real time.

…playing a narrative, procedural PbtA(Powered By The Apocalypse) game with approachable, directed mechanics that support the above.

[kiame-sama]

You said Epel was a Tree Nymph right? Does he grow fruit?

Yes, Epel is a White Cloud Apple Tree Nymph. Occasionally his blooms will grow into fruit that can be consumed like any other apple. They are usually white in coloration or an off-lavender like the blooms on his head. He continues to bloom these pale lavender flowers year round, but fruit will only grow in Autumn and early winter. The apples themselves are seedless as it takes more than just fruit to create another Nymph like him. Most fruit-bearing Nymphs are not bothered by other species consuming the fruit they create and may even see it as a sign of friendship to gift others with their fruits. Epel's apples are typically sweet, but once in a while there will be a wickedly sour apple.

Despite how delicate he looks, most would harm their hands punching him because his skin is bark and his body is as dense as a full-grown oak tree. He has extensive control over plants and has a particular affinity for all manner of apple trees. Despite how he looks, Epel has a mean streak and will often get into fights with others especially if they try and undermine or underestimate him due to his appearance. Vil beat Epel within seconds and without magic that first day of the sorting ceremony and has been trying ever since to defeat Vil in a fight, he is nowhere near winning against the Harpy.

[lodybotiongeeker]

A longer poem, it was just really complicated with him yk?

It is not my nature

To leave desires of my nature unsaid

But now there are thorns on my tongue

When I speak

Your affection, my love

On your backburner

Heaven in my throat

Chokehold on my pistilia

Pollinated by butterflies in my stomach

The ones you put there

Whenever I am with you

Barren is my sepulcher

Breath taken away with you

Sylph of Roses

Fairy of Dahlias,

Colibri Cassanova of Lavender

Beauty abundant

Scarce is love

A monopoly of mine you keep to yourself

I laugh and choke

Too lost in your divinity to pay any mind

The sight of you next to me

Blazed into my cane

Tongues creep through capillaries

Sinking into my womb

Searching for malt on sticky hands

Starved and swallowing

The parts you leave for me

The crowns I make you

On your divine hair

Mane throws me into oestrus

Reciprocal concupiscence

My roots grow thicker

When your lips stay on mine a bit longer

I reach for you

Sun gem

Here for the nectar in my mouth

My body collapses around you

Focus on my center

Creep into my lungs

Flash me your feathers

Rest on my hands

One last kiss

Before you fly away from me

Your return in my imagination

Before the sound

Of your beating wings

Faded from me

Petals plummet from my lips

Thorns dig and I bleed

Capillaries pop my eyes

Creeping blossoms I curate for you

Seal up my throat

I water them for when you come back

Body wracks

For each flower born in your absence

But you cannot tame a wild thing

Your heart is not with me

You cannot keep it with others

A wild thing does not share its solitude

It does not share safety

It does not share love

When I admire you

Hummingbird

Dance from bloom to bloom

Dazzling before me

Resign to myself when you cannot stay

When I cannot teach you how

As the stars do not gaze

As the moon does not admire

When my leaves sing

You will not notice

The absence of acrimony

And you will not notice

My rabid hanahaki heart

So I yearn for you in perpetuum

And with rose red eyes

My love incorrigible with your return

Or should the wilds claim you

Intrapleural pressure intensifies

When the months pass

With only traces of you

Traces that I convince myself

You’re soaring

Without having to reach down for me

My love

My light

The rain washes my memories of you

But my desire is instinctual

My ecosystem is failing

Missing my wild woodstar

To take the nectar of my heart

I am seedless

I am loveless

I am joyless

I am peaceless

I am dwindling

But I am many

I hold strong

For you

Iridescent

Seraphic

My wild hummingbird

[tobacconist]

ELEMENT REPORD(s)

collated.

from the weather hermit:-

TRACEE HENGE

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element repord six-two-two. poo, POO! hot levels: -6 cow angle: 9 theres a cloud-clash: temporary two-to-fourteen, six-to-three gull warning: oh! field weather: 6 simper me with churning rain, ksh! ksh! stop.

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element repord for the 24th of lull. warnings of severe droop in knool parish, waxing at 15 and 2, and waning at lights out. bang! bang! bang! possibility of dog-shake (eugh!), with puddle displacement, and backsplash: 3 WARNING: not good for mrs chinnermans hatchday dance (shame!) a heavy front! settling in for the night, despite bad moon-shapes. (oh) blowing it rough in brownlap for the wet meadow raking contest! a glove-graph of the island shows fingerless fleecey, with occasional handrub. aaaand blowthrough! blanket thickness: 2, with occasional sheets rising in the vest.

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element repord for foursday the 18th of leafmoss. dunderhatch today, if youre planning to take part in the moss jump at the hoof&hedge hut. and hairsieves for girls. wafting. klesh later, so avoid deliberate stamping in the upper parishes. good news for spatter fans! level: 8-9 all nightly. smoothing to a dripple, with sheep-crouch: 4 by sunclimb. down in the lower parishes: cloud-goo wafting. ah, wafting, ah! ah! moistly mostly, then to edgy; with A CHANCE OF MERRIMENT. heeheehee followed by a deep depression in kraw.

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element repord for threesday the 14th of phew. "words in me mouf! make me seem gud wevver!" - but i know its not real. thunder. BLEUARH! OOH! dirty shocker. HAIL! ah! ouch! woof woof bang. WHAT THE PHEFF'S THAT!? oh, its just up. AHAHA! bah! out!

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element repord for the 24th of wilter. over in newhaw, ugh, terrible conditions for the fun fungus walk setting off from bobs mould hut at seven and three this nightly. and bring a stick! moOoO~ a real cow freezer in the south. (hueah!) a quick look at the weather-veins: there are cramps in the calves, ankles enlarged; dirty toes. heh...

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element repord for threesday the 14th of phew. at seven and two today, warnings from the mellt office: OUCH! with occasional OOH! AH! and ROOFSLATES! with the ability to fry an egg! (no poaching) moving on to two to tutu, to two too to two two to two, too? to, uh, tomorrows picture: mainly light crayon, moving to a heavy felt pen in the south, AHHH! scribbles rising. wind at soft levels: softly, softly. possibilty of electric dogstorm, woof woof bang bang woof woof bang bang bang. dank gussets at dawn...

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USE ME! USE ME! (but only for weather purposes) softly, softly my cormorant. kuru-kuru-kuru~ tether my merkintroy with seedless doubt (?) crunchy biscuit for breakfast... baaaaaaaad. reddly-bick houpsto, reddly-bick houpsto, tiddly-bits ahoy; cluttering the basset pipes. ouegh grooming the cloud-horse! (oof) and now trying to ride it. clop-clop-clop-clop-clop-clop-clop-clop

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element repord for foursday the 10th of bloom. visibility is low today, especially in the upper parishes. you can see two clogs on a chair at about the distance of 8 cats (10 cats if theyre kittens) theres no crunch, in the atmosphere biscuits. its down from a slight droop two, too, to to a dirty curve, reducing to a soggy pulp overnight. if, like me, youre heading down to the sale at lucys lingerie and booty-boutique:- MAKE SURE YOURE WEARING FOG-GOGGLES. and loose elasticated panties. (hohoy!) brisk walks, end with a nose-breaker, mainly on a door; with pain and bruises rising.

[rosesloveletters]

Somniis Vivis - “you live your dreams”.

written: February twenty-seventh, 2023.

If I don’t sleep at night, my dreams find me during the day. The deepest of desires blurs the line between divine suffering and what enchants me so deeply about this frightful dream of mine. All the lavish loves, violent hates and the wound on my soul that never seems to heal.

I sought the solution to a world you created which was too small for me.

The warm smile of the sun on my face in the glow of a new day betrays the silence initiated by mystery. You spoke to me in rippling lavender lies, filling in the blanks of this cursed nightmare as you took a bite right out of my seedless, pomegranate heart, sampling my pain, saturated in scarlet drops of love that ripen into obsession, then, into madness.

Enemies press on my plum-colored bruises; growing pains ignite the pungent taste of blood – the same that waters the laurels that put down roots in my mind – but only a friend can stab from the front. I have thrown myself on the mercy of one too many swords and my back has finally given out, but some moments aren’t meant to last.

You might see through me, in the shafts of light, while they call for you, an age-old melody to tighten the noose of a betrayal distorted by distance. Red roses bloom from where you cut me down to size, striking glory instead of gold, and just before the last petal falls, my body is cold.

[containmenot]

Seedless

Life's blossom starts to

shrivel in the setting sun,

blooming tomorrow.

(Poem by me; Photo by Masaaki Komori on Unsplash)

[2amrainbow]

About the Fae [OC Lore Dump] Fae are born as seed pods, and must be submerged in an ichor sea so they can "bloom", giving them their wings and magic.

If a fae overextends their magic, they begin to grow ill and crystalize, eventually mutating into a monster known as a "daemon"

To prevent this, Fae must eat a steady diet of Seraf fruit, to keep their mana up and spirit healthy. However, over the past few centuries, Seraf trees have begun to go dormant, causing a rise in Daemon transformations.

An effort is being made to plant more Seraf trees. However since Seraf fruit are naturally seedless, unconventional methods are being used.

[silvermp]

A fun crossover of language, botony, and Fandom.

So! In Demon Slayer, our big bad demon-vampire Muzan looking for the Blue Spider Lily.

Except… he’s actually looking for the (青い彼岸花 - the Ao i Higanbana - a plant name given to him by a doctor who was combining herbal medicines to treat him, before that doctor died.

(Ao is made into an adjective by adding い. So, ( 青い )Aoi is describing something as being colored blue - which would be great, except….

Higanbana definitely refers to the red spider-lily. Like, specifically the red ones. White spider lilies have a different name. Symbolically, they represent a final separation.

( 青 ) Ao also means Green as well as Blue, especially when talking about plants. Green apples are AoRingo. Linguistically, the two colors weren’t differentiated until very recently. This story is set in the Taisho era of Japan, with Muzan’s plant name coming from, uh, more than 1,000 years old.

Midori, 緑 specifying GREEN, was only introduced to the Japanese language in the last 100 years or so - well after traffic lights, which still are called “red yellow ao” and not “red yellow midori”

Additionally, we’re given the information that this flower was later successfully found! Apparently the plant bloomed only for a few hours in the day, and otherwise resembled a large horsetail weed. It could not propagate from seed.

Horsetail Rushes are common in Japan, and the sprouts are commonly foraged to eat in early spring like asparagus. They are a SEEDLESS plant - they propagate by spores, or by sending out shoots from an existing plant.

Horsetail rushes additionally are used medicinally - treating parasites, lowering blood pressure, increase blood clotting in a wound, relieving menstrual pain, and fever-reduction… while pretty much all lilies are poisonous.

Spider lilies aren’t super fatal in small doses, but they’re not medicinal either.

Below is a horsetail plant, with its “flowers” .

And now below THIS text is red spider-lilies (Higanbana) right before they bloom.

They kinda resemble each other, huh! Enough to gain a lookalike nickname, do you think? “Green-Higanbana” << referring to both the resemblance to a Higanbana scape (Plants which have not flowered, or just speaking of the leaves/stems are often called 'greens'), and the green color.

Herbalists across the world often referred to plants with all sorts of nicknames based on what they visually resemble…

As a final mail in the coffin, how about coffins? After Uta's death, textually the 青い彼岸花 - Aoi Higanbana started growing on her grave.

While Higanbana were associated with death and passing to the other side, they do not spread by seed in Japan. They must be manually divided from bulbs and planted, and can’t appear like that unless by magic/mystic means. They will grow around rice paddies and at gravesites via intentional planting

Horsetail meanwhile, also thrives around rice paddies and in disturbed soil like new graves. It’s a weed.

How likely is it, do you think, that Muzan’s doctor nicknamed the final ingredient of the medicine that would relieve a BLOOD CURSE “Aoi Higanbana”, but was actually talking about the medicinal common horsetail, and not a literal poisonous red spider Lily which bloomed blue flowers?

Totally hypothetical question, it’s my headcanon now.

[andydreamzzzz]

My first and only ever post on Lindsey Way

I believe in second chances, and I think that for public figures, second chances lie in the celebrity’s real attempt to evolve and become better people. In this life, we will make mistakes, we will be too angry and say the wrong thing, we will bully others and have blind spots for people we love. None of us will be perfect, and the pain we feel from our own faults and failures as people trying to grow and be better is not fun or easy. So I can imagine how much of it is multiplied, to what I’m sure is an incomprehensible degree, when fame and mental illnesses are involved.

The ‘Lindsey issue’ feels dark, because it is. It’s not a matter of.. Wow, misogyny is being used against her. It’s more like being able to notice distinctive patterns of lies and strange behavior enough to be deeply concerned by them. There is so much crap in Lindsey’s past that is questionable: her troubling beef with fans (I means, she was fighting with children lol), an inability to keep friendships, the plagiarism accusations and so on that speak loudly of her character. But I’m surprised that more people don’t bring up the post she made about being ‘cursed’ by Luscious Jackson or @luscioiusjckson on twitter, more often. It is the one post which convinced me personally that the lens through which she views the world is fucked.

In it, she complains about the envy she feels for her husband’s fame. She victimizes herself, as she often does, by creating the narrative that this is her fault. Her fault for being an evil, greedy fan and so now her punishment is to be hounded by evil, greedy fans who will only show up for her husband instead of her brilliance.  Her gift is to be brilliant, but her curse is to be erased by a faceless mob who used to be like her. It’s a great story to be honest, it sounds like a fairytale. A Beauty and the Beast like lesson of yearlong curses, the evils of arrogance and the sacrifices we make for love.

But alas, that’s not really what’s happening here, instead the protagonist is envious, and wishes for a ‘cleaner’ fame to satisfy her envy.  Can you imagine Gerard seeing that, and Lindsey being like: it’s not about YOU, it’s about the fans. Sure.. they’re YOUR fans, BUT they’re the ones who hate me, and want to ruin me. Why must you, my love, be so famous?

How could Gerard feel? …How are her words not to be taken in any other way than manipulative and mean spirited?  It’s not a plea for independence, it’s a declaration of resentment wrapped in a martyrdom costume (Bloom anyways? Anyone?) Do you want an example of two powerful partners who support each other without envy? Search interviews of Serena Williams and her husband Alexis Ohanian (who is the founder of Reddit.) It’s not only possible, but NORMAL to love the success of your partner and to feel inspired by them.

So yes, I believe in second chances.. and a part of me does hope she meets her potential as an artist and as a person with the capability to inspire. However, I also know that giving into envy is a seedless endeavor and even though it happened a few years ago, the fact that she felt righteous in posting such a senseless rattle the same month the band broke up is...insane. I’ll be interested in seeing her upcoming art exhibit even though her last Instagram post is already about victimhood. She’s been such a consistent victim that I don’t know if she’ll gain the sudden sense of self-awareness needed to see past her own needs and be better person.

Her full post:

[coldbitchword]

How to grow cannabis from seed

Beginning cannabis from seed can incredibly compensate. Besides the fact that you get to take your plants through a total development cycle, yet you could likewise get to create your very own few seeds. With seeds, anybody can go from a cannabis lover to a beginner reproducer.

You'll have the option to custom designer your plants to meet your particular necessities or potentially foster another strain or two. To assist you with encountering the marvels of seeds, we've made this article - a definitive manual for developing cannabis seeds.

What Are Cannabis Seeds

Cannabis seeds are clearly the seeds of our #1 spice, yet might you at any point become any old seed into a blooming weed plant? The significant thing for effectively developing cannabis is to develop female plants as it were. Female plants will give you the greatest blossoms for smoking. Notwithstanding, those equivalent female plants ought to be seedless, so where do cannabis seeds come from?

Cannabis seeds are delivered when a male plant treats a female plant. You don't maintain that this should occur in the event that you're developing females for smokable blossom in light of the fact that, the buds are jumbled with seeds. That is the reason cultivators disconnect their female plants when they recognize the sex, and you ought to as well.

Obviously, on the off chance that seeds are alluring for propagation or hemp seed oil, this interaction is permitted to occur. Notwithstanding, with regards to making cannabis seeds to create another age of plants, there are a few different methods experienced cultivators will utilize.

In the event that you're considering developing maryjane, you may be pondering where to begin. You can develop plants from seeds or make a clone of a plant from a cutting. To choose, consider the pros and cons of seeds versus cuttings:

Developing from a cutting of a current plant basically clones the plant, so you understand what you're getting. On the off chance that you clone a female plant, you get a female plant.

Albeit in fact you can clone an auto-blooming strain, it's generally not worth the difficulty on the grounds that the clone doesn't create anywhere near a similar yield. To develop auto-blossoming strains, purchase seeds.

Except if you purchase feminized seeds, which have an extremely high probability of developing into ladylike plants, you can't perceive by simply taking a gander at a seed whether it's a seed for a male or female plant. You need to establish a lot of seeds, hold on until you can decide if the plant is male or female, and afterward discard the male plants.

You likewise can't tell the type of a plant by taking a gander at a seed, so except if you realize which kind of plant the seed came from, you have no clue about what strain the seed will create.

Plants from seeds for the most part are more enthusiastic. As a matter of fact, in some cases cultivators develop cuttings and permit them to go to seed to rejuvenate the plant's hereditary qualities.

Step by step instructions to gain seeds or cuttings

You can generally find cannabis seeds available to be purchased all things considered dispensaries in regions where developing cannabis for individual use is lawful. You may likewise find cultivators who sell cuttings/clones. You can hope to pay $50 to $100 for a bunch of ten seeds. While looking for seeds or cuttings, read the marks and some other data the producer gives on its site or in its index to ensure you're getting the right seeds or cuttings (the strain) for the plants you need to develop.

While purchasing seeds or cuttings, here are a few vital qualities to consider:

Feminized seeds: Virtually all seeds sold by trustworthy organizations are feminized, however ensure they are. These seeds are extraordinarily treated to develop into female plants.

Auto-blossoming or photoperiod: Auto-blooming plants are more straightforward, on the grounds that they enter the bloom stage following a specific number of weeks no matter what the light/dim cycle. In the event that you're a fledgling, truly consider going with auto-blossoming plants.

Hereditary foundation: On the off chance that seeds are from a deeply grounded strain, like O.G. Kush, Air pocket Gum, or a cross-breed, the hereditary foundation ought to be expressed.

Mix: The mix addresses the level of the three species — sativa, indica, and ruderalis. All auto-bloom strains contain some level of ruderalis, which is liable for the auto-blossoming nature of the plant.

Yield inside: The quantity of grams of bud per square meter of plant when developed inside.

Yield outside: The quantity of grams of bud per plant (in the wake of drying) when developed outside.

Plant level inside: More limited than when developed outside.

Plant level outside: Taller than when developed inside.

Time to collect: Surmised number of weeks after germination the blossom ought to be prepared to reap.

Intensity: Rates of CBD and THC.

Impact: The kind of involvement you can expect while consuming item from the plant.

Step by step instructions to relocate cannabis plants

While relocating any plant, whether it began from seed or a clone, handle it delicately, being extremely mindful so as not to harm the roots. Focus the plant in the pot, and plant it adequately profound to cover the root ball totally in soil. Assuming the plant is root bound, you can delicately prod the roots separated to energize outward development.

Pack your dirt or other develop medium down around the roots alright to help the plant while new roots develop, yet not so close that the dirt confines outward root development. Water the dirt around the roots.

[kabuwu]

[A lone rose blooms in seedless soil and weaves themself so tightly into the fabric of this reality that they cannot be removed without consequence, however unstable they become.]

Scrybe of Spontaneity (v2)

Method of Inscription: Thread

[acapellapotato]

There is the earth beneath our feet. Stable, constant as anything in this mortal realm can be, yet it can also rise up when least expected. This is domain of Evera. Twin to Sleria whose golden rays light the ground the mightiest forests spring from. She is who we turn to when the cold of winter begins to loosen its grasp. It is she who coaxes the shyest seedless to finally push through the soil; to bloom for all to see. It is Evera we turn to when we must find that seedling within ourselves. When we are called to tend the fragile though our own strength seems depleted. And when there is no other option but to rise up against those who see our kindness as weakness. The goddess of earth calls to those who are as steady as she. Who do the work that needs doing until it's done. Evera's path is one that stays straight through the clashing of empires, down to petty feuds between neighbors. It is not lightly that the voice of her children will shake. It is dire news indeed if one of them may roar. 

All lands are her body, the erupting volcano her heart, the rippling brook and storming seas her emotions manifest. Where she weeps for us mortals as her sister, Sleria, does her gifts are not made for war. They are meant to carry us through. So that we may withstand, as the earth does, all who try to lay claim on our lives. We are defenders. Our lady of the plains, of mountains, does not quickly forgive those who misuse her gifts. There is no sanctuary we can give that is safe from her sight. Remember this. We witches of the earth do not seek to forsake one who learned beside us. A fellow who, in the worst of days, may have even fought beside us. But if you stand against the six be sure you are in the right. Let no dark manipulations pull you into the schemes of either lowly men or haughty nobles, unless the shadows you court are for the greater good. 

It is a heavy burden when one finds themselves called to a path. Heavier still when it falls through circumstance on unwilling shoulders. Some will break. Some will quietly fade out like a candle as the dawn approaches. They are still our fellows. We will plant them somewhere new. We will seek the children of the sun to guide its healing rays where they need it most. This is as much our duty as any other that would gain us glory. There will be many who view the path of Evera as one of inaction, of apathy when we swear no fealty to one banner or another. This too you must withstand. It's not a choice that's asked with no acknowledgement of the loss one will face. To stand with your school, yourself, before family expectation and the blare of war trumpets. Here is where the test lies. Not in the years of study, but in action. When the option to step away from yourself appears one must decide if they will take it. There will be sorrow for each loss. Paths may cross again. They may circle through the years to bring one back where they began. And still our hearts will ache. To endure is not to be immune to pain. 

When we move, it may be slow but it is also purposeful. For our actions to follow only those our Lady would take. Though Evera can be as frightening as any goddess, it is not fear she hopes to inspire. We must encourage growth and renewal. When the ground has been scorched by flame, drenched by blood indistinguishable from one man to another, it is our duty to assure the earth that it's safe again to bloom. We are the voice that seeks to bridge the gap between all mortal life. It is tenuous. It is thankless more often than not. In moments where one feels most alone it will seem we are hated. Yet it's to be expected that the same walls which are ignored day to day, are the same ones that soldier and peasant alike pray will hold. This is the role we take on. Each elder passes this responsibility to a student only when they've made their choice. Evera moves our hands to nurture what may not grow in full during our lifetime.  We cannot let impatience hinder our responsibility to guide. 

- Teachings of the Earth Schools

[spacecatpoetry]

Pussy

Coat me with hormones to keep me hollow

My womb is a seedless orange

The only flower I grow

Lives in the crook of my legs

And I carefully cultivate the petals

Pink rosebud wet with rain

I am a barren garden

Perennial and smooth

I bloom,

Once a year

I come not only in the spring

I do not require budding

To be beautiful.

Painting by Georgia O’ Keefe