#monkey cups

Nepenthes, otherwise known as tropical pitcher plants or "monkey cups", are a member of the Nepenthaceae family native to many parts of Asia and Oceania.

Interesting Information about Pitcher Plant – Nepenthes

my monkey cups r blossoming out the wazoo, but this time they look much bigger. They used to be the size of my entire palm wen i first had em , then died and regenerated only medium or small sizes. I kno they will do better in a larger pot but i have yet to get the right soil for them and im neglectful. Despite my incompetence, she still thrives. She’ll be even happier soon once i give her a proper switcharoo

these plants r carnivorous nepenthes, found in rainforests, and get the nick name monkey cups bc some primates drink the nectar in passing. This very nectar is what draws insects like flies mosquitoes spiders etc. But thats not even the coolest part. At the top there is a flap, and when a water droplet hits it, it catapults what ever bugger is in there down ..down into the base. Ofc, the insect will try to escape but to no avail >:) the interior surface area will not allow them to crawl out. Slippery slope.

When they r giant again, i’ll finally be able to sleep sound. anyways, this is like it’s 7th or 10th blossoming. She’s a fighter and a thriver. #goals

wish i had the sense to have taken pix of them wen they were freaking giant but oh well. Nxt time.

Bernie couldn't avoid sparring practice this time around like she usually does. Afterwards, she's left with a nasty limp and a burning sensation in her ankle. Practice is discontinued halfway through due to her sprain.

She swears it wasn't just so she could skip practice. She isn't above pretending to be hurt, sure, but this is real pain, and pain is scary. What if she dies from this? What if she loses her leg and has to live the rest of her life as an amputee? Point made. If anyone thinks she's faking, she can disprove their idea with a practiced justification. So far no one's asked, but she's waiting anxiously for if someone does.

Bernie was originally going to try and sneak into the infirmary to maybe snatch a thing or two to treat herself alone in her room, but it looks like she's been caught before she can even make it there. How embarrassing...

She would have ran away from Cordelia, but that wouldn't have done any good for her weeping ankle. Of course she still tried. In vain. It was a pathetic attempt.

Now, she was being sat down on some stairs, her sprain being tended to by Cordelia. She was even generously given a sip of vulnerary to speed up the healing process.

"I-I'm so sorry for this, I'm sure you're busy, I shouldn't be taking up your time," Bernadetta muttered and whimpered. A shaky breath left her as her foot was elevated and bandage wrapped around her injury.

Perhaps her utterances would be more viscerally panicked and accusatory under usual circumstances, but... Cordelia was a faculty member and a principled knight. If Bernie were honest with herself, the more pressing reason was that she really did need the help.

And embarrassed blush pinked her cheeks as soon as the older woman finished bandaging her ankle. With her mind more clear, Bernie marveled at Cordelia's generosity.

"... Thank you," Bernie mutters, her gaze shy and avoidant.

Maybe getting help from others isn't so bad after all?

Bernie shudders at the thought.

... On second thought, lets not make that a habit for now. But...

"C-Could you help me to my room?" She asks with great trepidation and a trembling smile, "Please. Uh– y'know, if that's okay with you!"

As much a knight as she was a professor (if not admittedly more so), Cordelia wandered the grounds far and frequently, one task or another ever taking her somewhere else. If not something for her students, then something for her temporary order; if not something for the Knights of Seiros, then an odd chore or two or ten left undone around the academy grounds; if not that, then...

Well, the point was made: the times in which she was idle were rare indeed. 

And yet, when a certain purple-haired girl sat on the steps before her and apologized for her injury, the knight simply shook her head.

“You needn’t be,” she replied simply, her voice a touch softer now. She’d provided the girl with a spare vulnerary she’d had on hand (yes, she always carried some around, or how could she call herself prepared?, bandage in hand as she knelt in front of her, attending to the sprain with a steady hand and meticulous eye. “I wasn’t particularly doing anything.”

A lie, to be sure, but with how timid and skittish the girl-- Bernie, if she recalled correctly-- seemed, Cordelia was very nearly afraid she’d disintegrate into dust if she laid anything that could even be perceived as blame upon the poor girl’s shoulders. Besides, it wasn’t wholly wrong, either; if there was a student in need of assistance, how could she rightly claim that anything else took priority? The moment the two of them had crossed paths, Cordelia had ceased to be busy.

“... Thank you.”

A smile faintly curves the knight’s lips, and, newly finished with her treatment, she tucked the bandages away.

“Think nothing of it. And... there. Does it feel any better?” Returning to her feet, the knight held out her hand for Bernie to take, an answer in action before she put it to voice. Still, she tossed her hair with a light jerk of her head, clearing it from her face and letting her smile sit in plain view. “But of course. I would have insisted anyways, so in truth, I’m relieved you asked.” Letting her make the trip back to the student dormitory had been out of the question from the start. “Would you like me to support you, then?”