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theroadtofairyland · 1 year
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You’ll Always Be My-celium
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Fly Agarc Mushrooms, Amanita muscaria
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fairydropart · 11 months
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A refreshing snack!
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julochka365 · 2 years
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2/10.2022 (2) - my favorite mushroom
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bebx · 10 months
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am I the minority of people who just like mushrooms but not in a ‘I want to get high’ way or in a ‘yeah that’s my favorite ingredient in food’ way but in a way that mushrooms in general are just cute and whenever I see them on the forest floor surrounded by moss and maybe with dew or raindrops on them, my mind reflexively associates the sight with fairytale where I get to live in a mushroom house as a tiny forest pixie and my mushroom house also glows in the dark when it’s nighttime. like mushrooms and all kind of fungus are actually aesthetically pleasing to me
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bebs-art-gallery · 6 months
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Fairytale Princess (1896) | The Princess and a Butterfly Underneath a Fly Agaric (1895-1896)
— by Torsten Wasastjerna
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crowcottagecore · 2 years
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f o r a g e 🌿🍄🧚🏻
images from pinterest
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stygianroses · 1 year
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heybrandish · 1 year
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A spring sun burning through the window, fresh bread in the oven, a thank you for a new day
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sleepimali · 1 year
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Little Painter 🌿🖌🎨
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Thanks to Khatere for sending this super-cute fairytale house for sale in Haringay, London, UK. ‘The Mushroom House’ was formerly a lodging house for the gatekeeper and staff, of the Chilts House Estate. It was built in the early 1800s has 2bds, 1ba, and asking £350,000 / $436,891k in cash.
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Tiny entrance foyer. There is a catch, though: The Haringay council wants the next live/work resident to operate the property as something to benefit the local community, although any business will be considered (present owner is a photographer).
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The adorable little home is built around a large double fireplace and has 2 floors.
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Here are the stairs to the bedrooms, and you can hang coats from them, too. I guess the house is so small there's not much storage.
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They have hooks on the fireplace, too. You really can't have a family in here.
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Teeny kitchen. They got a nice size fridge in here, though.
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I didn't see a sink, but there it is next to the fridge. Here's the other side of the fireplace. It looks original, too. It looks like they've been replacing and shoring up the beams.
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Here's the sink and another counter with a coffee bar.
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There's another door that opens to the garden.
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There's laundry, which is a good thing, and they have a big table, too.
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A curved wall leads into the primary bedroom. And there's a space for a small dresser in this nook. Storage is a bit of a problem.
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The 2nd bedroom has a cute fireplace. You can tell how old the house is by the fireplace bricks.
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Check out the zinc tub. I think that I would have to epoxy that wall & floor to keep it dry.
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The realtor's description says that the garden has been re-wilded in the last year. I don't know if that means they deliberately let it get overgrown or it was just a nice way of saying that the owner let it go.
https://uniquepropertycompany.co.uk/property-results/uncategorized/the-mushroom-house/
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teecupangel · 2 months
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sooo Desmond is an Irish name, so fae Desmond?? 👀 haven’t been able to get to my laptop to search your blog if you've already done this idea, but I thought I’d throw it out there anyway!
am a big fan of Weird fae, like when you look at them you think they should be human but something about them is so obviously not. uncanny valley with a side of fight-flight-or-freeze instincts kicking in just from being around them.
is this something something that comes from his parents? is it all Isu bullshit? is it something he changes into or is he born with it?? on that vein, what if he was a changeling child? lots of ways of incorporating the Isu and the calculations into that for sure
(am one of the anons who keeps coming back for renaissance baker Desmond, so thank you very much for answering those asks, and also for just being a rad individual in general. am still catching up on Eagle of Alamut, I think I’m around chapter 30, and absolutely LOVE what you've already done with it and where you’re taking it. my sib assures me Altaïr makes his appearance soon, and I'm GREATLY looking forward to it.
thanks again, I hope you're well 🧡) —bread anon
(Thank you! I try my best hahahaha. I am so sorry for being slow on asks and replies TTATT
I hope you’re enjoying the rest of Eagle of Alamut… especially Altaïr’s appearance hehehe)
Desmond Miles always knew he was different.
The other kids call him ‘ugly’ and they don’t like to play with him.
He had cried in his mother’s arms and told her what happened and she just… she looked somber.
She patted his head and held him close, comforted him with soft words and a warm hug.
Never once did she say anything about his face.
He was a little bit older when he realized why they think he was ugly.
There were no mirrors in their home.
Or even in the training building he spent most of his childhood in.
But there was a hand mirror in the infirmary.
Desmond never had a reason to go there. What he lacked in brute strength, he made up by being faster than anyone on the Farm.
He had went to the infirmary to take the first aid kit. One of the other kids had a painful gash on his arm. It wasn’t life-threatening but it needed to be cleaned and disinfected.
Desmond had been ordered to get the first aid.
He supposed it was because he had been the reason the boy had hurt himself, trying to run away from him like he was being chased by demons during a ‘game’ of tag.
They always run like they were scared for their lives when Desmond was ‘it’.
The doctor wasn’t inside so Desmond went towards the cupboard that would have the small boxes of first aids stacked on the bottom shelf.
He stopped when he noticed the hand mirror.
And saw his reflection for the first time.
Desmond Miles was not ugly.
But there was something in his features that made him seemed… strange.
It wasn’t anything that can be physically described about his facial structure.
He looked human but there was something in the human brain that just made it scream ‘danger’.
Desmond couldn’t explain it.
But he could see it.
He didn’t bring the first aid back to training.
He went home.
His mother was cooking something.
“What am I, mama?”
She didn’t seemed surprised by the question. She looked resigned.
She looked like she had been waiting for the day he would ask the very same question.
She led him to the dining room, letting whatever was on the stove continue to simmer in low heat.
“You’re my son, my dear little fairy.”
She didn’t held the same unnatural feel as he felt when he looked at his reflection.
But it didn’t sound like a lie.
Her hands trembled as she caressed his cheeks.
Her smile was genuine as she whispered, “You will always be my baby.”
But he could hear it.
The fear in the voice.
Whatever he was…
He was affecting her too.
Yet she didn’t try to run.
So he hugged her, pressing his face against her stomach.
Her trembling stopped and she held him like she was afraid he was going to disappear from her grasps.
She didn’t fear him if she didn’t see his face.
Whatever he was…
It was the face that scared all of them.
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Once upon a time, a young woman married a young man by the orders of her father. The man loved her but she did not. No matter what she did, she could not. She tried to be the best wife she could be.
She did not love him but she bore him a son. A weak little thing, more fragile than glass and smaller than any other child in their little commune.
She loved her child more than anything in the world.
But the world did not.
The child died during one cold winter night while her husband had been away.
In her grief, she took the cold body of her dead child and ran towards the forest, as silent as she was taught by her own father.
She came across a circle of mushrooms.
And heard the whispers of the fairy queen when she stood in the circle of it.
The fairy queen will save her child.
But he will become one of them.
“Yes! I agree! Please, save him!” The mother begged on her knees.
The fairy queen did not do it out of the goodness of her heart.
She was one of three rulers of their little fairy kingdom, long destroyed by the wrath of the sun.
She was nothing more than a ghost, traveling to the far future.
The mother gave the corpse to the ghost.
And the ghost gave it new life.
The mother thanked her as she held the warm body of her son.
And the ghost disappeared.
The mushroom circle melted like metal.
And mother and child returned to their home.
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Centuries ago, Minerva saw a future which the Assassins and Templars waste years fighting each other instead of finding a way to save the world.
She saw a future where Desmond Miles would die to save the world in their stead.
So she made a different choice.
There was no one to stop her.
Tinia had long given up, waiting for the end as he drinks and drinks and drinks.
Juno remains imprisoned in the Grand Temple.
She was the only one left.
She changed the trajectory of the Calculations to one where Desmond Miles died as a weak human baby.
She created a device and had it transported to where his mother would walk into in her grief, her mind weakened to the point of thinking of falling off the cliff nearby with her dead son in her arms.
It was a device she had created using Consus’ research.
Consus’ research cannot bring back the dead.
But with Minerva’s modification…
It could clone the dead.
But she didn’t clone the weak human baby that would die centuries from now.
She created a child made of Desmond Miles’ DNA from that tragic future.
And added her own DNA to reinforce his body and mind.
A new future the Calculations could not predict.
A new future where Desmond Miles is both human and not.
Minerva did not know if this would be a better future.
Still…
She does not regret it.
At the very least, before she died…
She was able to save someone.
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theroadtofairyland · 2 years
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You’ll Always Be My-celium
Watercolor and Glitter On Black Paper
2022, 22"x 30"
Fly Agarc Mushrooms
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fairydropart · 1 year
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Pixie Cup Lichen
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pidgie-core · 9 months
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-🍄If you are a huge fan of Over the Garden wall, the idea of unknown woods, strange creatures, cute mushroom farmer friends, peculiar libraries filled with goats, and the mixture of nostalgia, whimsy, and the feeling that something isn’t quite right, you need to pick up Snow and Rose by Emily Winfield Martin. Not only is her storytelling so magical, but all the beautiful illustrations are her own. I just finished this last night and I can’t believe such a magical little tale exists!! It really inspires me in terms of storytelling and art. Please go support Emily’s beautiful work🍄-
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rihnlin · 2 months
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She was a fairy ✨🦋
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daughterofvenus222 · 11 months
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