#trumpet pitcher

[galusaurus]

✨ Mutation March, day 13 - basking shark 🦈

"Don't talk to me or my son ever again."

[los-plantalones]

sarracenia leucophylla (hybrid).

[pancakeke]

this sarracenia has never grown well but I think it likes its new digs. it's growing pitchers again :)

[ybyrx]

I love carnivorous plants but they're very tricky, so I made a brief guide on how to care for our flesh-eating friends.

It’s by no means comprehensive, just a lil ref sheet for fun. If you are interested in keeping carnivorous plants you should definitely look into it! They’re incredibly interesting plants

[faguscarolinensis]

Sarracenia alata / Pale Pitcher Plant at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC

[thiswillnotdo]

2023_06_05

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Reference: Meat-Eating Plants

Bladderwort - its sensitive hairs, when touched by prey, open the trapdoor, which then swells up and sucks the victim into a pouch

Butterwort - its sticky hairs, present on only the summer leaves, trap insects

Cobra plant - see-through windows on the hood confuse trapped prey who tire themselves out trying to escape

Powdery strap airplant - the leaves have pools of water between them where drowned insects are digested

Sun pitcher plant - its tube-shaped leaves produce nectar to attract insects, which are digested by bacteria in the trap

Sundew - its sensitive hairs covered in sticky juices wrap around the prey

Tropical pitcher plant - its bright, slippery lip attracts insects; the undigested parts of insects sink to the bottom of the colorful trap

Trumpet pitcher plant - its tubelike traps contain downward-pointing hairs to prevent their victims’ escape

Venus flytrap - its trap closes in less than a second when trigger hairs are touched; its long teeth keep insects inside as the trap closes

Waterwheel plant - underwater traps snap shut in 1⁄50 of a second when triggered by prey

INSIDE A PITCHER PLANT

Brightly colored lip, slippery with sweet nectar, attracts prey.

Waxy insides ensure the insect cannot climb out.

Insect drowns in a pool of digestive juices.

A lid prevents rain from flooding the pitcher.

Some tropical species have pitchers that hang from tendrils.

NOTES

Meat-eating plants often grow in bogs, trapping insects and other small animals to get the nitrogen and minerals they need that are missing from the wet soil.

There are different types of meat-eating, or carnivorous, plants.

Waterwheel plants and Venus flytraps have snap traps, which quickly close shut around their victims.

Pitcher plants have a lip of nectar to attract their prey. The insects then fall into the pitcher (jug) of digestive juices, which break down their bodies.

The flypaper traps of the butterwort and sundew have sticky hairs that make sweet treats to attract insects, which they digest slowly.

The bladderwort is an amazing plant with leaves that have evolved over a long time to form pouchlike traps to help them get the nutrients they need to survive. Its underwater traps are triggered by sensitive hairs and act like vacuum cleaners to suck in small prey as they swim by.

Source ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References

[lordsovorn]

Pitcher plants

Left to right - Sarracenia (trumpet pitcher plants), Nepenthes (tropical) and Heliamphora (bog pitchers)

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[great-and-small]

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1- Black vulture (Coragyps atratus)

2- Harnessed tiger moth (Apantesis phalerata)

3- American badger (Taxidea taxus)

4- Long-tailed salamander (Eurocentric longicauda)

5- American alligator (Alligator mississippiensis)

A- Trumpet pitchers (Sarracenia spp)

B- Destroying Angel mushroom (Amanita bisporigera)

C- Dandelion (Taraxacum officinale)

D- California palm (Washingtonian filifera)

E- Fireweed (Chamerion angustifolium)

!- Obsidian

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#- Copper

@- Lapis lazuli

[beamiesbuddies]

🏺🪰🎺 Trumpet-Pitcher Girl 🎺🪰🏺

💚Carnivorous Girls Line 4/6: Trumpet Pitcher Plant (Sarracenia) 💚Indigenous to temparate South-Eastern USA, the plant grows trumpet-like vertical pitchers to trap prey. Insects are attracted to the color & scent of the upper leaves, & are then drowned & digested.

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Dramione AU Drabbles

The rain continued to linger. Sporadic showers falling onto the city with intention. Darkening the shadows as the sun continued to hide amongst the clouds.

But, Hermione felt as if she was stuck in the eye of a storm more torrential than the fickle rain that denied to go away. Not yet, it said. Just a little longer. It wanted to drive its point home. That autumn was tumbling, furiously to a close as the winter season closed in. It refused the arrival of the Santa Ana winds that typically hit Southern California this time of year. Each year, the winds grew fiercer and drier. And every winter proved wetter and colder.

Right now, the entire region was stuck somewhere in between. Hermione was also stuck. She was in no place to be intrigued by a man. Especially not by a man like Officer Draco Malfoy.

But she was.

Everything about the situation was wrong. He was an officer. She was a witch pretending to be an ordinary civilian. But that wasn’t even the most concerning element to all of this.

Hermione had a plan. She had been working on this plan for years. Quietly moving her way through a cold world, unseen. She put away every spare bronze mark she could. Scraping and skimping. Saving.

She was closer than ever. And now, all she could think about the spark of magic that ignited inside of her skin when Malfoy touched her. All she could think about was the way he looked at her. Like he had unexpectedly stumbled upon something he had been searching for.

She couldn’t stop thinking about little things. Like the sharp point of his nose or the hard lines of his jaw. The mysterious pale blue eyes. The hint of cigarette smoke and something spicy and woodsy that lingered on his clothes. He’d gotten close enough to her that she could smell him. Could bathe in his scent.

But, it didn’t make sense. For the most notorious Generals son to be at all interested in her. Even if she wasn’t magical, what could he possibly get from flirting with a girl like her?

Nothing, she reminded herself. Not a thing, she emphasized as she tightened the tie of her apron at her back before taking her hair down from the messy bun on top of her head. She ran her fingers through her mess of curls as her eyes darted to the clock on the wall. There was only ten minutes left until closing. And he still had not shown up.

Which was good, she reminded herself. That was great. That was ideal, actually.

And so, she went about cleaning off the empty tables. She emptied out the trash cans and swept the floor. She shut the machines down and washed the milk pitchers and cups. She did all this by hand.

At a minute past midnight, Hermione hung up her apron and turned up the volume to the music. She let it wash over her. The somber, romantic croon of the clarinet. The different saxophones, a tenor and an alto. The trumpet in B Flat. There were no lyrics, This song was all music, all feeling.

She wanted to dance. It was something she did, once upon a time. Something they all before the task force was introduced, sneaking through the streets in the middle of the night, getting into dance halls that were mostly underground.

She didn’t think they existed anymore. But in here, in this coffee shop, the music lives on. It lives in her heart. It keeps her company.

Hermione went into the back room and filled up the mop bucket before dunking the mop head into the soapy water. Using the handle of the mop, she steered the bucket and wheeled it out.

Only to find Malfoy standing in the middle of the little coffee shop. His blonde hair was damp from the rain. It looked darker, as it clung to his temples and to his forehead. His coat was slung over the back of a chair and he was dressed in his usual black uniform. But the collar of his starched shirt was unbutton to expose the damp pale skin, drops of water leaking from the ends of his hair until they rolled and rolled, disappearing behind the fabric.

“You came.” The words tumbled, freely, from her lips. They were unprovoked, they were unguarded. They betrayed her.

Malfoy’s mouth twitched up at the corners. She could have sworn that his eyes brightened as he dipped his head. But when he looked back up at her, everything about him was serious. Stoic.

“We’re closed.” She rushed the words out, eager to throw him off of her trail.

“I know,” He lifted his chin and took a step toward her. “But I’m afraid I needed to come by and ask you a very serious question.”

Hermione’s hand tightened around the mop handle. Was this about her blood status? She had to know that, eventually, the question would come up. She had always figure out a way to convince people that she was pure. Untainted. But this was General Malfoy’s son. What if he required proof?

She lifted up her own chin and shook the curls from her face. “Oh?” Her voice might have shook.

His eyes flicked up to the speakers that blared out the music. The song was on repeat, and had restarted thirty seconds before she found him standing there.

He outstretched his arm, holding his hand out to her, palm facing the sky. “Will you dance with me?”

Hermione took a step back, letting got of the mop. It clattered to the floor causing her to jump. “What?” Her eyes darted to the mop and back to him. He was smirking at her, his eyes unyielding as they held onto her.

Malfoy nodded and took a step closer.

Her heart began to flutter and her stomach flipped as he moved closer. His hand was between them, as he grew so close, she could smell him again. He must have just smoked a cigarette. It smelled fresh. It mixed with his cologne and the rain, creating an all new, intoxicating scent that would forever be imprinted into her brain. Core memory creation at its finest.

Despite his damp clothes, there was warmth radiating off of him. It felt like it was wrapping itself around her, pulling her in, threatening to wrap her into an embrace that might shatter her entire world.

Which is why she had to say no. She needed to deny him this dance. She needed to keep her head on straight. Push forward, remain faithful to the plan.

Except that she found the walls that had once been fortified around herself crumbling as she breathed him in. Because his other hand reached up and tucked one of her curls behind her ear. The intimate feeling of a feather light touch against the shell of her ear sent a shiver through her, and propelled her into the unknown.

Her hand slid into his. And for a moment, it was as if she had plucked herself up and removed her entire body and mind from this existence and found herself floating into an entire new realm.

His other hand was gentle and light as it rested at her hip. Almost timid, as their feet shuffled, stiffly from side to side. As their hips swayed, slowly. But her favorite part of the song was starting, and often, it felt as if Hermione’s body had no control when music reached out and sunk itself into her heart. Her eyes fluttered, threatening to close as his feet shuffled closer to hers. Her free hand moved to his shoulder and gripped onto the hard flesh there.

And it was as if Malfoy was falling into the hypnosis that so commonly latched onto people. Because his hand pressed more firmly into her hips before he slid around to the small of her back. The warmth that had threatened to steal her away began to wind its way around them, filling her entire body with heat as his fingers entwined with hers.

His chest pushed against her cheek and her eyelids finally succumbed, closing as he held her closer. His embrace was strong, firm. It was comforting.

She hadn’t been held in months. Hadn’t felt another human touch. Except for his. He had touched her three times, now, in only three days.

Something foreign was filling up her chest with hot air. She couldn’t admit to herself that it was not nerves as much as it was something stronger. Something dangerous.

Something like desire.

She could have sworn that as his cheek rested against the top of her head, that they were floating.

The music was winding up, a cacophony of beautiful instruments that all strung together, the horns louder than the clarinet before they dwindled, masterfully to a halt.

But they didn’t pull apart. They didn’t even stop swaying as Malfoy moved his hand up her spine, and around her shoulder. It settled, finally, at the back of her neck. The warm tips of his fingers were firmly pressed into her skin and she refused to open her eyes. She refused to pull away and face her new reality.

Because they were suddenly on a crash course for destruction. She could feel the chemistry between them. She could feel the bright curl of magic responding to the flare of sudden emotions charging deep inside of her.

“Hermione.” His voice caressed her as he wrapped his lips around her name. She suppressed another shiver before she opened her eyes and pulled back to look at him. She blinked rapidly up at him, eyes adjusting to the dim light of the coffee shop as his fingers stayed gently gripping onto her neck.

Something flicked in his expression, so quickly, she was unable to make it out. But his eyes were like a soft against her own. He licked at his lips and inhaled sharply. He held his breath for several seconds as she quickly gathered as much of hers as she could. But it was coming in short bursts, slivered through slightly parted lips.

It looked like he wanted to kiss her, it felt like she might want to let him.

But with an exhale, his hand fell and his eyes shifted to stare, once again out the window as another armored truck raced by. This one had no sirens, but the engine was so loud, just as menacing. Malfoy stepped away from her, leaving her body in a sudden chill.

“Will you be here tomorrow night?” His hands lifted so that his fingers could fasten the buttons at his collar.

She huffed out a breath of…what? Irritation? No, relief. Surely, it was relief. “I work every night except for Sunday and Monday.”

He nodded and picked up the coat from the nearby chair before quickly shrugging it on. He turned on his heels and aimed for the door. But, before he could reach for it, he hurried back over, grabbed the hand that had been linked with his own and lifted her knuckles to sweep his lips across them.

“Thank you,” he smirked. “For the dance.” And then he swept away from her. Leaving her, once again, totally speechless.

[the-witchy-sideblog]

Plants for The Hunt/Slaughter

Carnivores and protocarnivores:

Rainbow plants (Byblis)

Trumpet pitchers (Sarracenia)

Tropical pitcher plants (Nepenthes)

Sun pitchers (Heliamphora)

Sundews (Drosera)

Butterworts (Pinguicula)

Bladderworts (Utricularia)

Corkscrew plants (Genlisea)

Trigger plants (Stylidium)

Venus flytrap (Dionaea muscipula)

Albany pitcher plant (Cephalotus follicularis)

Cobra lily (Darlingtonia californica)

Powdery strap airplant (Catopsis berteroniana)

Carnivore bromeliads (Brocchinia hechtioides, Brocchinia reducta)

Portuguese sundew (Drosophyllum lusitanicum)

Northern dewstick (Roridula dentata)

African Liana (Triphyophyllum peltatum)

Western false asphodel (Triantha occidentalis)

Fly catcher bush (Roridula gorgonias)

Non-carnivorous:

Rhododendron (Rhododendron)

Red poppy (Papaver rhoeas)

Asian bleeding-heart (Lamprocapnos spectabilis)

Bloodleaf (Iresine herbstii)

Bloodroot (Sanguinaria canadensis)

Corpse flower (Lycoris radiata)

Blood lily (Haemanthus coccineus)

Blooddrop (Adonis annua)

Deadly nightshade (Atropa belladonna)

Canary islands dragon tree (Dracaena draco)

Big marigold (Tagetes erecta)

Common yarrow (Achillea millefolium)

Foxtail amaranth (Amaranthus caudatus)

Tansy (Tanacetum vulgare)

Thyme (Thymus vulgaris)

Bird's-foot trefoil (Lotus corniculatus)

Black-eyed Susan (Rudbeckia hirta)

Oleander (Nerium oleander)

[safftums]

also for those curious

growing flytraps sucks (do your research, they’re NOT a beginner’s plant and i say this as a beginner) but if you get a cape sundew, certain kinds of trumpet pitcher plants, or a butterwort, you too can have a nommin’ plant in your very own home that’s very difficult to kill.

this isn’t vore related, i just think they’re cool as fuck.

[odditiesnoctobermidnightroad]

Words from Fluffy: “ Hi there. Hello. So if you like plants -growing them, drawing them, eating them- I’m YOUR bun! Kind of. I mean- I know all about different kinds of plants. Also fungi too, which are not plants. But they are in the ground and can be creepy too, so I let them in --this is a prompt-tober for ‘artists’.

Acorns and falling leaves. (note: are dangerous to horses)

Cordyceps Fungi. They zombify bugs. 

Fly agaric mushroom. Don’t touch

Wolfsbane flowers. Don’t touch. 

Eye of Newt. It’s mustard. 

Toe of frog. It’s buttercups

Wool of bat. It’s holly leaves. 

Tongue of dog. It’s Houndstongue. Don’t touch. 

Deadly Nightshade(s). So many. Don’t touch.

A lush-green lawn- wait for it; in a place where it has no place being well kept. 

Corpse Flowers. They’re big and that’s really what their name is!

The good-old venus flytrap. Treat them well. They’re friends for life. 

Tomatoes. They’re on the attack. 

A house plant. Like the lawn, imagine one being in a place it really should be. 

Cactuses. Work best in desserts, obviously!

Pomegranates. And their seeds. 

Dracula Orchid. Yes, these are real. They’re all black too. 

Roses. With thorns. The best way to show someone you’ll do anything for love. 

Foxgloves. Because I think foxgloves are neat!

Bleeding Tooth Fungus. 

Droseras! Also called sundews. They’re my favorite! 

Willows. The greatest tree of them all -no take-backs.

Rafflesia flowers. So disgusting. 

Giant Water Lilies; in case the water wasn’t scary enough. 

Wolf apple bushes. They grow in South America. 

Poppies! They’re also poisonous. 

Pitcher Plants. Be it trumpet or toilet. 

A still life of fruit. (note: fruit rots)

Calla Lilies. You see them at funerals all the time!

Pumpkins, Gourds and Beets. You can carve them out. 

Marigolds. Also known as Calendula flowers, the flower of October. 

Draw each fungi/plant listed for every day of October and see what grows out of these nifty ideas. Please.” - Fluffy.

[faguscarolinensis]

Sarracenia purpurea / Purple Pitcher Plant at the North Carolina Botanical Gardens at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill in Chapel Hill, NC