#lesser periwinkle

[anskupics]

Vinca minor — lesser periwinkle a.k.a. dwarf periwinkle

#nature #flowers #lesser periwinkle #spring #finland #2023 #may #day

[ktarsims]

#nonsims #non sims #scenic #flowers #lesser periwinkle

[sigalrm]

Freitagsgrünchen by Pascal Volk

#Natur #nature #naturaleza #Pflanze #plant #planta #Blume #Flower #flor #Blüte #blossom #bloom #floral #Flower Power #Freitagsblümchen #Friday flora #Kleines Immergrün #Vinca minor #lesser periwinkle #dwarf periwinkle #myrtle #petite pervenche #Spring #Frühling #Primavera #Apple iPhone 15 Pro Max #Smartphone photography #SOOC #flickr

[dansnaturepictures]

Some recent flower photos of violet, gorse, dandelion, snowdrops, lesser celandine, daisy, periwinkle, daffodil, red deadnettle and winter aconite.

#flowers #daffodil #snowdrops #periwinkle #winter aconite #red deadnettle #gorse #daisy #violet #lesser celandine #dandelion #photography #macro #england #hampshire #uk #world #nature #outdoors #flora #2024 #winter #spring #february #january

[cartooncreaturelover]

“Making Our Way Through Mischief Creek!”

A traditional India Ink illustration featuring Periwinkle (the purple Dullatroll Paladin in the green leafy armor), Hellebore (pronounced hell-uh-bore, the unicorn-beetle-hellebore Shadow Mount), & various Lesser Nectar Trolls including Puddles Woodnymph!

**Periwinkle is Non-binary & goes by she/them pronouns! Hellebore is also Non-binary & goes by they/them pronouns!

I started this piece in March & finished it in August! It took a really long time, but I think it was worth it! It’s just so pretty to look at!

There are 8 Lesser Nectar Trolls in this total, but you can only see 7 of their faces! In total, there’s 10 individual creatures in this; not counting the fish in the creek!

#D&D #D&D character #illustration #monster #fantasy #my very own art #forest #oc #Periwinkle Grove #Hellebore #Puddles Woodnymph #Dullatroll #Shadow Mount #Lesser Nectar Troll #Paladin

[sailorkamino]

sheltered

relatonships: geraskier x magic!reader [tangled au]

word count: 1.8k

summary: your village believed you to be born cursed and would have killed you, if not for stragobor. you've spent your whole life locked away in a tower but now you've got a chance for freedom in the form of a bard, a witcher, and an pretty horse.

warnings: stragobor, emotionally abusive parent, gaslighting, anti witcher prejudice, death/murder, pre relationship, emotional support dogs

a/n: my first time writing for the witcher! what do you think? i might turn this into a series <3

Spring is coming so you’re making new outfits for your beloved hounds. Which isn’t at all depressing no matter what that one judgemental bird thinks. Anyways you’re using golden yellow fabric for Honeysuckle and cool blue for Periwinkle. As is customary.

Then you sense them. Strangers. You become almost dizzy with fear and excitement. A type of desperation only experienced when you live in a forced solitude. You make your way to the window, desperate for a glance. It’s not like they’ll be able to see you. Your entire tower is invisible to outsiders.

“Hey, look at this tower.”

You choke on air. Your dogs leap from your bed to check on you (still in their winter sweaters.) You hold your breath as two people and a horse step into the clearing. Then you meet yellow cat-like eyes and you’re diving to the floor with a startled noise.

“Careful. Magic.”

One of them is mumbling but it’s drowned out by the sound of your rapid heart. Honeysuckle whines in concern, licking your face. Periwinkle takes a protective stance over both of you, growling out the window.

Father has always told you witchers are bloodthirsty savages. They’ll kill any innocent being for a profit. They know no morals, only violence. When you were born under a black sun your religious village wanted you dead. Father hid you away for protection. You’re not looking to relieve the witch hunt experience.

You mentally poke at the witcher, feeling out his aura. He doesn’t seem particularly beastly. Animals tend to be more shallow than people, all instincts and simple emotions. Surprisingly he doesn’t feel that.

A part of you has always questioned your father's prejudice. You stopped voicing it but the concerns remained. Father hates witchers because they kill beasts. If monsters can be good, why can’t witchers? An old argument resurfaces in your memory.

“Have you listened to a word I’ve said, child?” Father asks angrily. “You cry when a rat dies yet defend butchers.” You look away, embarrassed by his mocking tone.

“This is why you stay in this tower. You’re too naïve for the outside world.”

You wonder if that’s the real reason he keeps you locked away. You’re capable of defending yourself now. So is he really protecting you? Or is he protecting the world? All because you were born under a black sun. Why must you be punished for being different? Why must witchers?

You think of the villagers who looked at a crying orphan and saw a threat. Who saw killing an infant as a lesser evil. You don’t want to be like that. Privately you wonder why your mentor sees compassion as a weakness but you’ve learnt it’s better to agree with him. “Yes father. I’m sorry.”

“No need to fear us. I’m Jaskier the bard, master of the seven liberal arts, and this is my companion, Geralt of Rivia! Could you give us directions to the nearest town?” The colorful man calls out.

Your heart races until you feel dizzy. So this is the butcher. The most beastly and cruel of all the witchers. He’s… underwhelming to say the least. Certainly least nightmarish and more dreamy than you imagined. But you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. You take a calming breath, petting your hounds to ground yourself.

The primal fear inside of you is wrestling with your desire for a real life conversation with a stranger. This could be your chance to hear both sides of what happened in Blaviken. Father always says you’re too naïve but only tells you his point of view. You’re almost sick with nerves when you blurt out rather loudly, “I wouldn't know. I’ve never been in the forest before.”

There’s a long pause and you can sense confusion. Have you already messed up? You don't want them to leave. Well the witcher can go, but the colorful one seems nice. You pop your head back into view, “I don’t leave my tower. I’m sorry. I… like your horse.” Compliments make you friends right?

“Don’t leave or can’t?” A much gruffer voice asks. You shiver. (He didn’t even say thank you for the compliment, how rude.)

“I’m safe here.” The words sound unconvincing to your own ears. You tell yourself it's because of fear. Not because you’re beginning to question them.

“Who says?”

“My father.”

They share a concerned look. You bite your lip in embarrassment. It sounds quite childish when you say it out loud. But you’ve been persecuted before, you aren’t about to let your guard down around a hired killer. So… why are you still talking to him?

Then you notice the brunet’s instrument. What a lovely change of subject. “Is that a lute?”

“It is!”

You’re practically jumping now. Honeysuckle, picking up on your excitement, smacks you with her wagging tail. “I’ve never heard a bard before! Play me something?”

Jaskier goes impossibly sad. You frown, hating the kicked puppy expression. What did you do wrong? Maybe you should just stick to socializing with animals. At least the rats find you charming.

“You’ve never heard music, my dear?”

Your face goes hot, both at the endearment and the pity in his voice. “I have lots of instruments but I don’t think I’m very good. Being self taught and all.”

“Why don’t I come up and give you a lesson? Free of charge!”

Your stomach twists in knots. You don’t know what’s more terrifying. Your new friend coming inside or leaving you to loneliness. You avoid eye contact when you answer. “My father wouldn’t like that.”

“What would you like?” The witcher asks sternly. You freeze. No one has ever cared what you wanted before. Is that concern you sense from him? Sympathy? From a so-called beast? Your silence seems like an answer enough. “So can’t leave,” he concludes.

“Can others enter?” Jaskier asks curiously.

You don’t know why you answer but you do. “Only with a portal. There’s no door.”

“But there’s a window.”

You frown. Obviously there’s a window, you’re talking out of it right now. Maybe your new friend is a little slow.

“Rope?” he proposes to the witcher.

Your mouth drops open. A rope? That’s it? Years of isolation by a warlock solved with a fucking rope? It can’t be that simple. It just can’t be. “My father is very powerful,” you warn. “And he hates witchers.”

“Him and most of the continent,” the man grumbles dryly. For some reason you feel guilty. Years of indoctrination to hate his kind, forgotten in mere minutes. Maybe you really are naïve.

“Who’s your father, dear? Maybe we know him?”

You sincerely hope not. “Stregobor.”

Dead silence. Then a very empathetic “fuck.”

Your stomach sinks. That’s the most emotion you’ve heard in the witcher’s voice so far and it doesn't sound good. Will they judge you for your fathers deeds? Wait, why are you assuming your father’s in the wrong? Since when did he become the bad guy? (Maybe he always has been but you’ve ignored it.)

“Let me guess, you were born during a black sun?” He asks flatly.

You feel as if a rug has been pulled out from under you. The comfort that’s been growing disappears, replaced with icy fear. You don’t even know this man yet you still feel betrayed. “Are you here to kill me?” You ask, slightly wobbly.

He sighs tiredly. Maybe he gets asked that a lot. “No. You aren’t fucking cursed. You were born during an eclipse. A completely natural phenomenon. A bunch of old bastards made up that curse for power and control.”

Your jaw drops, conflicting emotions raging inside of you. If he’s right you’re not cursed, which is great. But it also means your father has betrayed you. Your whole life can’t be a lie. It just can’t. A sinking part of you knows he’s making sense, even wants to believe him, but you desperately ignore it.

“I hurt people,” you confess abruptly.

“I thought you never left this tower?” Jaskier asks.

“When I was a baby.”

The witcher raises an unimpressed brow. “Did Stregobor tell you that?”

You growl in frustration as a strong wind rustles the trees. Jaskier looks around in bewilderment but the witcher holds your steady gaze. Not easily frightened by your show of power or glowing eyes.

“I’ve met a lot of monsters. You’re not one.”

The words you’ve always longed to hear. Uttered by the man you’ve been taught to hate. You take a moment to collect your flurry of emotions before answering. “Funny,” you smile weakly, “I was gonna say the same thing about you, witcher.”

You steady yourself before asking the next question. Knowing it won’t be easy but needing answers. The more you talk to Geralt the more you question what you’ve been taught about witchers. Maybe you don’t want him to be a monster. Maybe you’re so lonely you don’t care if he is.

“Tell me about Blaviken.”

“What?” His voice is somehow gruffer. Face horribly blank and posture rigid.

“Every story has two sides, yet I’ve only heard my father’s.”

He sighs deeply. Then begins. He tells you about Renfri. A princess born under the black sun. Her step mother was looking for a way to get rid of her and the curse was convenient. Stregobor agreed the girl was an evil mutant that must be isolated but her step mother wanted her dead. Together they ruined her life.

Renfri evaded them. She spent years being hunted, until she became the hunter. Eventually she formed a gang of sorts and tracked Stregobor to Blaviken but couldn’t enter his tower. (Apparently the idea of living in a tower forever was very distressing to your father. You don't know if you should laugh or vomit.)

Both Renfri and Stregobor asked Geralt to kill the other but he refused, not wanting to get involved. Although he hated Stregobor he tried to talk the princess out of revenge. It was too late. She threatened to kill townspeople until the warlock came out.

Your heart sinks at the ultimatum. Your father has never been a compassionate man. By the grim look on the witcher’s face he knew it too. In the end Geralt did what Stregobor wanted him to do. Instead of payment or thanks he was branded a butcher.

The fear-shame-grief rolling off of the witcher (definitely not emotionless by the way) is enough to make your eyes sting. Your gaze settles on Jaskier, who’s gone into full sad puppy mode. You have a feeling he’s never heard the full story either. You clear your choked throat.

“You mentioned a rope, good sir?”

#the witcher #geralt x jaskier x reader #geraskeir #geraskier x reader #geralt x jaskier #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia #jaskier x reader

[haveyougrownthisplant]

#have you grown this plant #polls #plants #Vinca

[mothyandthesquid]

“Periwinkle Sky”, a lovely pinkish blue mixed with floral purple and leafy green. It was a special for @yorkshireyarnfest but there are a few available online. I’m exhausted but feeling less acutely unwell, which is great. Less ideally, I’ve passed it on to my entire immediate family so they are all febrile and coughing to a greater or lesser extent now. I’m going to the studio to send out the orders as I work alone so I won’t be putting anyone else at risk. Everyone else will be partying like it’s 2021…. 😷 #mothyandthesquid #knitting #yarn #crochet (at Mothy and the Squid) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpuOsDfqq6o/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#mothyandthesquid #knitting #yarn #crochet

[zarya-zaryanitsa]

Noc Świętojańska - St. John’s Eve

Gather your herbs on the Eve of St. John - it’s a long standing tradition that herbs gathered on this day possess greater potency, especially in matters of healing, magic and eroticism, and they are used in many other customs connected with Kupała. Herbs gathered after Eve of St. John were considered much less powerful (witches steal their power… or you know, piss and spit on them).

The herbs commonly harvested on that day vary by the region but some popular choices are mugwort, St. John’s wort, fern, nettle, plantago, mullein, branches of oak, ash, hazel, beech, black alder, maple and any thorns or spiky coniferous branches.

Many of those herbs (thorns, nettles, wormwood, mugwort, birch) would be used on the same evening to start a celebratory fire (sobótka) with protective properties. The remaining herbs and tree branches were used to decorate the house (usually walls and the roof) in order to shield it from evil forces and witches and ensure good luck. Wayside shrines and figures of Saints would also be decorated. Playing a defensive role, needly conifers, thistles and stinging nettle were favored in some areas. Nettle could be scattered by the windows.

Mugwort played a very significant role in most midsummer celebrations. In Polish folklore it’s viewed as one of the best remedies against witches and witchcraft. For this reason in some regions doors and fences were woven out of mugwort. During St. John’s Eve it was worn by women around their waist and placed above the doors or on the roofs (though not solely for protection - it’s supposed to draw the perfect husbands for the girls living in the house). Mugwort and burdock could be thrown into wells to protect and purify the water. Gathered on St. John’s Eve mugwort was to be carried in a pouch untill the next St. John’s Eve to protect the owner from any harmful magic. Fumigations of mugwort were thought to keep thunder strikes away from the house.

Plantago blessed on St. John’s Eve was believed to be an excellent remedy for countless ailments and was used in many forms in various treatments.

Wreaths commonly worn by girls during Saint John’s Eve could be made of periwinkle, rue, guelder-rose, buttercup, lemon thyme, tansy, lovage and many other; generally fragrant herbs with romantic and erotic associations. Ideally the herbs for the wreath were stolen from the fields belonging to the family of the boy the girl wanted to marry. In some regions they were also believed to protect the wearer from disease. Oskar Kolberg noted that at least in Lesser Poland the wreaths weren’t particularly big having roughly eight centimeters in diameter. They were tied to tiny planks on which a candle was placed and then floated on the water. The wreaths could also contain little pieces of paper containing short rhymes expressing girls’ wishes for love and matrimony.

In the region of Opoczno women used wreaths in another form of fortune-telling They'd stand in front of a linden tree, with their backs to it and threw their wreaths behind them. If a wreath was caught on a linden branch the woman was sure to get married that year.

Sources: Świat roślin w obrzędowości świętojańskiej na podstawie źródeł etnograficznych z przełomu XIX i XX wieku by Rafał Pilarek, Rośliny w wierzeniach i zwyczajach ludowych. Słownik Adama Fischera by Kujawska et. al

#polish folklore #localized practice #slavic folklore #summer #kupała #st john's eve #magia slavorum #folk magic

[audible-smiles]

today in the yard:

-finished building the raised bed (read: mound of dirt surrounded by logs) by the driveway, and scattered some wildflower seeds on it, watering them in a little. we’ll see what decides to grow, it’s an experiment.

-finished pulling the lesser periwinkle out of the shady bed behind the house near the sword ferns…for now. it’ll be back.

-watched a female robin collecting loose periwinkle roots for nest building material

-pulled an enormous framed mirror and some broken flower pots out of the ivy on the side of the hill (???)

edit: oh, and I found a lady on Facebook who will dig up my unwanted Douglas fir and Grand fir saplings and give them a new home! they are too close to the house right now. they will be leaving in the fall, when the timing is better for transplanting trees.

#garden talk

[lolitafushiguro]

genshin impact masterlist ♡

periwinkle angel ♡ (kamisato ayato x reader; fluff)

just diluc and his stoic bashfulness… (fluff, suggestive)

The Butterfly Effect: Conversations with Lesser Lord Kusanali (Nahida & Reader; angst, fluff, platonic)

The Theory of Everything (Alhaitham x Reader; fluff, crack)

Red Wine and Honeyed Voices (Diluc x Reader; mature, fluff)

just a kaveh drabble bc my head is so full of him… (angsty, fluff, mature)

I Can't Remember Love (Zhongli x Reader; angst)

Force Feeding Zhongli Seafood (Zhongli x Reader ft. Venti; fluff, crack, very very slightly suggestive at the end)

Sway Me More (Various Genshin Men x Reader; headcanons, fluff)

kaveh drabble (fluff)

Dancing in the Rain (Neuvillette x Reader; fluff)

Warmth Beneath the Waters (Wriothesley x Client's OC!Arturia; fluff)

thinking about spending time together for wriothesley's birthday… (fluff)

thinking about kaveh feeding a lost scarab on a lonely winter day… (kaveh and alhaitham; fluff, crack, headcanons)

thinking about laying on a field of blooming glaze lilies with zhongli on a fine, spring afternoon… (fluff)

#genshin impact masterlist #lolita writes #hopefully i can fill this up in the coming days ~

[anskupics]

Vinca minor — lesser periwinkle a.k.a. dwarf periwinkle

#nature #flowers #lesser periwinkle #grass #spring #finland #2022 #may #day

[fischotterkunst]

Lesser periwinkle (Vinca minor)

4/27/23

#rivers and roads #flowers #my photos #river babbles

[sigalrm]

Blooming Vinca minor by Pascal Volk

#Berlin #Berlin Mitte #Europe #Germany #Mitte #Panoramastraße #Natur #nature #naturaleza #Pflanze #plant #planta #Blume #Flower #flor #Blüte #blossom #bloom #floral #Flower Power #Kleines Immergrün #Vinca minor #lesser periwinkle #dwarf periwinkle #myrtle #petite pervenche #Close up #Nahaufnahme #bokeh #DoF

[dansnaturepictures]

25/02/2023-Redbridge Wharf and Lower Test 

Flora, fauna and fungi pictures I took today in this photoset are of; one of a few Mute Swans seen closely at Redbridge Wharf, lesser celandine at Lower Test it was a pleasure to see these golden forest early spring flowers one of the first to come out in the wooded bit of the Lower Test walk, fungi at Lower Test, some beautiful and intricate turkey tail fungus one I like seeing, snowdrops at Lower Test these carpeted the forest floor brilliantly I’ve had a good year so far for seeing scenes of snowdrops beautifully covering places which is a sight to behold, a Great Spotted Woodpecker it was pleasing to see at Lower Test, two of one of two gorgeous Peregrines I was thrilled to see this one sat on a pylon and another one flew before this one did always a wonderful bird to enjoy seeing, daisy and beautiful ruby red scarlet elf cup I’ve had a good week for seeing them too and moss. 

The visit to Redbridge Wharf the first time for us was to look for the Iceland Gull that has been there and we did see this angelic bright white gull, another amazing bird to see this year and lately only our third ever sighting of the species to take my year list to 147. Common Gull with the Herring and Black-headed Gulls, Woodpigeon seen well and Wigeon were also nice to see here. Other standout sightings at Lower Test were Cetti’s Warbler, a decent few Wrens seen intimately and calling their typewriter call, Shelducks, lovely Little Egrets and pretty Roe Deers. Periwinkle and golden daffodils near to each other also adorned the woodland part of the walk. We walked all around Lower Test and it was my first time at the hide and screens side for years. This bit is where we first visited here when it was the second nature reserve we visited in my childhood early birdwatching days I believe and we don’t come to this bit too often now so it was great to be here. It brings nature into an urban area well with the reedbeds mixed nicely with hallmarks of an urban area like Starlings and their gushing calls and and a nice camellia tree flowering in a garden. 

#photography #england #world #nature #happy #woodpigeon #wigeon #iceland gull #shelduck #shelducks #redbridge #totton #peregrine #peregrine falcon #great spotted woodpecker #house sparrow #starling #uk #lesser celandine #periwinkle #cetti's warbler #birdwatching #earth #europe

[wwindblumee]

Himmel Sotíras -- muse info and references.

The death of his friend weighed heavily on Venti's body. After two thousand years of bearing with the grief and guilt, he decided to do something about it. The way in which Raiden Ei constructed a puppet for herself... wouldn't that work for creating a living, free being? After all, she'd set Kunikuzushi free.

Seeking the help of the almighty Shogun, Venti travels once more to Inazuma. He understands their relationship isn't anything special, and he understands that the other Archon despises him. He presents himself before her throne as a lesser being -- submissive -- strange for an Archon like him.

She sympathizes with his grief and longing, so she decides to share her secrets with the bard. His own form is fashioned after his friend, and that's all she requires. The goddess takes the bard under her wing for the duration of a month - teaching him exactly how she created eternity's guardian.

He returns to Mondstadt with a single goal set in mind -- recreate his friend, and give him false memories. It pains him to do so, as he won't remember him - but they can always rebuild. Start from scratch.

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Himmel Sotíras.

A short young male with fair, soft skin. Freckles decorate his arms, nose, and cheeks, but they are almost unnoticeable from far away. His black hair is fashioned into two braids falling beside either side of his face, and a cecilia flower - a gift from Venti - rests a small distance from the top of his right ear. His periwinkle eyes are always curious, taking in every bit of information he can -- as he believes he had a case of memory loss after a fight with a mitachurl. He sports a clip with a small Anemo vision on his hip - matching with his dear friend.

He uses a catalyst to engage in combat, also fashioned for him by the Anemo Archon. His normal attack has three different sequences, which seems greatly similar to Sucrose's main attacks - but music notes line the energized attacks. His skill is a burst of energy, matched with a high-frequency note from his lyre, meant to stun enemies for a short period of time. His burst is much like the Traveler's - sucking enemies into a small tornado. Unlike the Traveler's, the tornado does not move from its place, spinning in place instead. Before it disperses, it releases another burst of energy, shooting the enemies out of the spiraling energy and therefore stunning them once more.

His name means heaven's liberator // heaven's savior.

#* ⟢ ❮ thank you for choosing wwindblumee airlines. ❯ ━━ ❝ ooc . #//wow #//my hands hurt so bad 😭😭 writing this on mobile wasn't a good idea-- #✧ ― of stars and dust ― ☆ muse information .