#urban orchid

[imagesinbloom]

What shops carry your products?

here is the list of fine retailers that carry our products. Shop local or shop with us online !!!

We are not always out at art fairs, and not everyone likes to buy online, so we have worked hard to get our products into fine shops around the area. Here is our current list!!!

[devdas5z]

Mistress Orchid

[eternalshadeart]

Another page completed, the pens are pretty smooth and fun to work with. Tho the result isn’t what I wanted it to be :/

[msmysticfail]

all rights reserved

[quinnfrankephotography]

Awesome walk this morning. A Photographer in the park was asking me about charismatic animals and I hadn't seen any in the last few weeks. So of course after I saw all this cool stuff.

[gardenvarietyplantgirl]

New Blooms Bring Me Life

anyone else feel like it's total magic when orchids rebloom on the same stock? brb moving all my orchids to this south facing window 😅🪴

[aliaslittlewilliam]

Street Orchid, Turin, Italy

Copyright @aliaslittlewilliam

[a-cosmic-latte]

[invoke-parlay]

My little baby experimental hydroponic tomato I’m growing in an orchid pot. I love plants 🌱

[milksockets]

'urban orchid' a/w 2003 collection by arkadius

[violetthunderstorm]

What are your favorite hcs of the sticks??

I hadn't really thought about it but hmmm

Red's eyes glow a little in the dark

Yellow wears glasses

Blue sometimes use a cane when the pain from their lava injury gets bad

Green has a StickTube (like YouTube) channel where they share songs they composed

Orange prefers the name Orange because it fits the theme of their friends and is always sleepy because having powers passively drains their energy even if they don't know how to use those powers (the nighttime parties their friends have doesn't help)

Purple loves fairytales, urban legends, and enjoys listening to stories in general because Orchid would often tell them stories at night to help them sleep

[the-daydream-archives]

This one is for the CC creators who need some inspo :D I have had these lying around in my brain for some time now but since I have no idea how to make clothes/hair, I thought if anyone would need some ideas for Plantsims CC that maybe this would help. Also another fun thing that I had in mind is to make a variety of plant sims just like regular plants (like water-based plant sims, normal plant sims, orchid-type plant sims, tree-based ones, and etc.) It would also be really cool if we had some variety especially if there are types of plant sims who still live in rural areas versus the ones that live in urban cities. (So if you want a modern-looking plant-sim, their wardrobe could be more in-theme with city fashion but with plant-based substitutes instead)

[clonerightsagenda]

Liveblog part 2!

I have to admit, maybe it's because Uglies has been in development hell for ages, or because I read these books loads of times in middle/high school, or because the Westerforum was my first social media experience, but it's a little magical actually seeing this story on the screen. I'm enjoying myself more than I thought. However we are 25 minutes in so let's see how things go.

Seeing the kids running laughing through what is obviously one of our destroyed cities is a bit more chilling than reading about it

Having your surgery canceled seems to be a much more present fear in here versus in the books where it came as a shock. Same with the Smoke being more widely known as an urban legend.

I'm not 100% sure because I'm not familiar with the actress but I think their attempt to make Tally 'ugly' was give her a big nose. I have a big nose. :( Which I would not mind except as my jaw continues to recede my profile is getting real wild. I look like fucking Phineas from Phineas and Ferb

Specials aren't scary enough

I wonder why the movie keeps using procedure instead of operation

Feeding Tally a lie about the Smoke developing a weapon is new, but it is in line with Dr. Cable's mentality

Heyyyyy the crash bracelets somehow hovered her whole body? No fair I want her painfully swung around by her wrists. That's part of their charm. Also a plot point in Specials

SPAG BOL!!!!!!!!!!

They changed the poem

Oh come on in that montage would it have killed them to show Tally opening package after package of Spag Bol getting more annoyed each time

Wait they're making Peris the perennial flake a Special??

Tally's blowing her cover way earlier

Ok so we're using the orchids as more of a direct metaphor for the city regime. That would be more fitting if they kept the mandatory araciality #white person sweep

Shay gets to use a flamethrower….. she deserves this.

Dramatic TallyShay fire rescue scene. At least they are giving me this new content if they have also introduced a new fighter in the n-drangle

Gonna take another break to shower so my hair has time to dry

[meadowsxdream]

Just finished making over my Jungle Explorer sim ♡ Elena Belmonte

Once upon a time, there was a girl called Elena, and she was the vibrant heart of the jungle.

Fast forward to another life, and she now finds herself suffocating in the city.

Her apartment is a curated museum of artifacts and memories, they haunt her with tales of thrilling adventures... Ancient relics from forgotten temples, vibrant textiles woven by indigenous hands, and maps scrawled with the secret paths that wind through the dense rainforest.

Each item tells a story, a fragment of the life she once led. The jungle is where she was born and raised, as a girl her world was full of adventure and discovery. Her father taught her every trail, every hidden grove, every secret, until she knew it as intimately as her own heartbeat.

She grew up to guide expeditions, helping tourists uncover the mysteries of the wild. She built a life of excitement and fulfillment.

But fate... had other plans.

A clumsy misstep during an expedition led to a severe injury, she became anchored to her urban San Myshuno apartment that was only meant to be an extension of her work, educating the world about her homeland.

The city's relentless pace and towering structures felt like a prison compared to the boundless freedom of the jungle.

For months, Elena nursed her wounds, both physical and emotional, trapped within the confines of her apartment, she would get lost gazing at her walls adorned with treasured memories, a constant reminder of all she had lost.

She could close her eyes and remember the scent of blooming orchids, the call of distant birds, and the feel of the earth beneath her feet. Her father's voice guiding her always, each lesson intertwined with the rustle of leaves and the whispers of wild water.

As years passed and Elena grew more hopeless, her fragile peace was suddenly shattered.

Her beloved father had passed on.

The loss shook her to her core, reigniting a fire within her. The jungle, her true home, was calling her back. It was time to return, to reconnect with her roots.

Despite her injury and her clumsiness, she had a renewed sense of purpose, she knew where her heart needed to be to heal.

As the city skyline faded in her rearview mirror, she felt the weight of her burdens lift. The horizon ahead was painted with the promise of renewal, each mile bringing her closer to the place where her soul could breathe again.

The jungle awaited, timeless and untamed, ready to welcome her home.

I am brand new to content creation, this type of storytelling, but I am having a lot of fun with these stories and makeover, and my hope is for anyone who stumbles across this small corner of simblr, can find a piece of themselves in this series of stories. The apartment that inspired her character was created by Ganymede47 here. The Jungle Adventurer challenge I wanted to do with her is posted on my page under challenges.

And the video I created of her spoken story and makeover is here Meadow ♡

[namorslut]

NAMOR / PEARLS OF JADE

SUMMARY: you're a marine biologist sojourning in the Yucatán Peninsula and stumble upon an underwater cave in the clearing of a dense rainforest. expecting to make an amazing scientific discovery you're swept into a spell down the abyss into the reach of a loveless serpent feathered god who will go to any length to claim you as his.

WARNING: yandere!namor, body worshipping!namor, gift giving!namor, thigh gripping, sub!namor (if you squint) hc!siren!entrancing!namor, human!reader, dub-con (i think)

NOTE:  after reading @jottositto 's post i've included some yucatan maya using a translator although it's not 100% accurate. if this came across a native speaker could you maybe give me corrections as i'd like to be as respectful and accurate as possible. ofc the people living in the peninsula will be speaking spanish as this area was colonised and y/n only has an understanding of spanish. thank u and enjoy!! ps: namor?? more like "mi amor" that man had me kicking my toes and twirling my hair in the cinema on friday. this is dirty af i feel like i'm teasing y'all. might write a part two laterrr. no beta so there are 100% spelling errors which i'll check when i got time.

"Me gustaría ayudarla pero en el tiempo que he vivido en ese pueblo, los que se han atrevido a salir de la seguridad de ese pueblo y dentro de la jungla nunca más fueron vistos. Estarías en mucho peligro si te fueras. No creo que tu proyecto de ciencia valga la pena el riesgo.” The short Mexican woman explained.

Her thinning, silver hair was pulled down into two long braids down her protruding collarbones. Her brows were pulled in a frown, revealing creases running the length of her forehead and the outer creases of her beady, mud-brown eyes.

You pleaded with her, your coffee stained research folder clutched in one hand, as you made contact with her elbow gently.

"Pero señora, forma parte de mi trabajo. Fui enviada para investigar los ecosistemas marinos de esta península."

She considered you for a good minute. Searching your unwavering eyes. She sighed and leant toward you, dropping her wobbling voice to a whisper.

"Has lo que deseas, Cariño. Pero que tengas cuidado." she warned, using her eyes to signal you in the general direction to take to enter the forbidden forest. You trailed her eye line and saw a wooden bridge not so far off camp. You bowed to her as a sign of respect.

The journey through the rainforest was an arduous one as the way was shielded by a mass of coiled, everlasting lianas, strangler figs and long, shallow buttress roots along the soil of the shrub layer of the forest which you tripped over several times. You had to slice through the layers of tropical plants in your way with a machete you "borrowed" from a fruit cutter that was left around camp, making your hiking backpack even considerably heavier than it already was. You didn't stop once to admire and take in the smells of passion flowers or orchids as you moved through the brush; you knew better than to let yourself become the prey of the several species of venomous snakes and amphibians native to this rainforest.

It looked to be late afternoon when you stopped by a tributary, crouching over the crystalline water, you followed the stream with your gaze to check for growths of algae when you noticed a dark entrance. You stood up rigid as your breath stilled, you noticed the eerie silence of the clearing. The sounds of bushes rustling, frogs croaking and flapping wings had died down entirely.

There was utter tranquillity. 

You heard a low, rich brassy voice hum a melody from the rocky cave, the sound reverberating to your spot on the damp soil. You dug the heels of your mountain boots as you felt your body being tugged slowly to the body of water, your heartbeat drumming in your ears, your breaths becoming shallower.

The song sounded like one you would hear as a premonition for bad things taking place in urban legends told around campfires, it spoke of men searching to mine riches out of foreign land to find fool's gold instead and meeting their demise at the hand of otherworldly things. Despite the warning behind the unspoken lyrics, you felt your body lull into relaxation.

You saw him rising from the dark aquamarine pool beyond, his eyes glistening a tawny shade of brown. You didn't miss his long ethereal pointy ears and his full lips. His tanned muscular body was slick with droplets as the rest of his body appeared from out of the water. He was adorned in golden bangles and a thick necklace dating from an ancient civilisation, encrusted with what looks like azurite and pearls of jade.

He floated above the surface and toward you. You felt your mouth dry and heart drop to your stomach as a human-looking man flew slightly above the land slowly in your direction. You fought back a scream as the soles of his foot made contact with the ground, and still towered over you despite that. He scrutinised every detail of your face with an unreadable expression.

You breathed in, mustering the courage to speak.

"What are yo-"

He raised a large hand over your face, your vision darkening and body tumbling forward.

You awoke in what seemed to be an underwater cave with overhanging stalactites, you sat up abruptly from the makeshift bed out of bamboo. You noticed the absence of your backpack beside you. Remembering your phone in the jean pocket of your shorts and pulled them out. Scrambling to get a signal.

"Teech ch'íijsajil despierto." a female voice enunciated in a foreign tongue. You flinched, your pocket phone nearly flying out of your reach. Your eyes landed on a blue skinned woman. A respiratory mask covered her nose and mask.

She wore indigenous print robes and held a spear encrusted in emerald jewels. You noticed how her mouth didn’t move, her voice seemed to have come from inside your head as she stood alone in the middle of the rocky cavern.

"I don't understand" you thought, testing your theory out.

A female voice penetrated in your brain again, speaking to you in what sounded like an ancient Mayan tongue.

"Kukulkán in tu k'áataj a buscara. Búukint le, ku leti'. '' the woman seemed to lecture as she crossed the round room and reached into a clam basket by the foot of your mat and pulled out folded sheets of cream coloured linen, extending them to you. You accepted and forced a small smile to show gratitude.

You put the robe on and the beaded necklaces of jade over the dress, which ran up to your mid thigh and was sleeveless. The material was comfortable and baggy over your body but you felt uncomfortable at the lack of bralette you had underneath, leaving your breast exposed. You found a pair of golden strappy sandals at the bottom of the pile which you put on as well.

The woman from earlier came back for you and beckoned you with her hand out of the round room and past hung tapestries depicting ancient Yucatan gods and monsters. She stood behind you, ushering you to go into the room.

"Cha' k" a familiar voice spoke out. The man from the cave turned from his spot facing the painted mural, his back shifting as he smiled at you as you shivered in fear.

"Teech wilik ki'ichpam yéetel a prendas, a wilik ti' beyo' utia'al in reina” he flirted, in a deep, suave tone advancing toward you, you took a step back. Your eyes caught a glimpse of his rigidly sculpted chest, welded in the image of a divinity and the sleek look of his tanned copper skin. 

"Look, I don't know where I am or what you want with me but I certainly didn't mean any harm by stumbling on your cave. I'm not a threat to your people but I wish to be let go." you raised your hand to your chest, gesticulating as clearly as possible your words, shaking your head. The mythical man let out a boisterous laugh at your words, startling you. He grasped your hand in his firm one, raising it in front of him.

"Oh my little angel, I do know that. But I haven't taken you for that reason." he admitted, speaking to you in English as he interlaced your fingers together.

Fucking bastard.

You shook your hand out of his.

"You can speak my language." you pointed, growing irritated with the man.

"Of course, a dutiful ruler needs to be educated of the world around him." he boasted proudly.

"What is your name?" you asked as politely as you could muster

"My people praise me as Ku'kul'kan but my enemies call me Namor." he tucked a strand of your hair behind your head as his eyes traced your figure, wandering down from your budding breast to your legs.

"Why did you take me? What is it you need?" you defied. He cupped your chin gently with his smooth thumb, inclining your head up to his.

You shrugged against him but felt another hand slithering to your lower back, his touch cementing your body in place. His brown irises dilated as his gaze softened.

"Well if it isn't obvious, I want you. I want you to rule beside me and light a match that will burn the world from underneath their inconspicuous feet. Be my queen and I'll give you all that which your heart could desire."

You shook your head frantically.

He's insane.

His eyebrows quirked at your lack of cooperation.

"I see it in your eyes, that spark of passion and resentment. You've been underestimated your whole life. Your life's work is meaningless to the people around you, you're not getting the recognition you deserve." you grunted, bothered by his assumptions. 

"You know nothing about me or my life.” you stated. 

“I hate to disappoint you my angel but you can either bend to my desire of your own will or we can do things my way.” he remarked as he traced his thumb over your lips, pressing a chaste kiss to them. You felt as if every inch of your body was set aflame at his touch. You reclined your head in disgust.

“St-” 

Your mouth betrayed you as it parted open to receive the soft ones of the God before you as his palms felt their way treacherously down your body to the back of your thighs and your nape. You felt your knees buckling together, the flesh of your upper thighs pressing together as you felt heat pulsating from between your legs. You bit back a moan of pleasure as his imposing form bent down to kneel before you. Your eyes widened as his lips pressed against your vee line. You saw a flash of green in his eyes as he looked up to you. You pressed your eyes tightly shut. 

No. 

Suddenly you pushed against the invisible boundaries around you, stumbling backwards out of whatever spell Namor had put on you. You breathed out painfully. 

“Fuck you.” you whispered. 

“Oh?” he enquired, surprised at your incredible amount of resistance. 

She has the spirit of a warrior queen, he thought. I must bind her to me forever.

Namor arose, striding to you. In a single movement, he coiled his arm around your throat; putting some pressure down onto your windpipes as you clawed at his hand. 

He moved you easily against the wall rubbing his nose onto yours, turning his face toward your ear as he whispered:

“We’ll have to go for that second option then.”

[neoxghoul]

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