#favorite fungus

[orofeaiel]

Turquoise Elfcups

#artists on tumblr #original photographers #original photography #hiking #pacific northwest #nature #washington #pnw #nikon #orofeaiel #chlorociboria #turquoise elfcup #favorite fungus #forest finds #naturecore #fungus among us #tiny treasures #mycology #mycophile #goblincore

[zephhhhh]

funguary 14 bleeding tooth

#art #digital art #original art #funguary #funguary2024 #body horror #my favorite fungus!!!!!!!!!!!

[lionfloss]

source

#favorite #<333 #mushrooms #orange #nature #photography #forest #green #fungus #mycology #orange mushrooms #forestcore #naturecore #fungi #cottagecore #woods

[ketrinadrawsalot]

Fungi February: The lion's mane is a tooth fungus that is claimed to have medicinal benefits, such as improving brain function, relieving anxiety, and immune system support. What's certain is its great culinary value, and that it makes tasty vegetarian crab cakes.

Disclaimer: Don’t rely on pictures of cute mushrooms with eyes to accurately identify edible mushrooms. At best the wrong one will taste bad, at worst it’ll be deadly!

#fungi february #fungus #mushroom #tooth fungus #lions mane #education #art #mycology #another of my favorite edible mushrooms

[pallanophblargh]

Back from Tettegouche state park with some little phone photo snippets: I’ll be reviewing photos off the Nikon later to see how they look.

Had some fantastic hikes, which is putting it lightly. And some equally stunning views! I couldn’t have asked for better.

Some of these are begging to be translated into watercolor studies as soon as I shake off the ever present art block.

#Tettegouche state park #my photos #Lake Superior north shore #landscape photography #minnesota #boreal forest #waterfalls #baptism river #woods #cliffs #camping #superior hiking trail #fungi #nature #bears head tooth fungus #mushroom #moss #trees #might be tying for first with Itasca for my favorite state park #it was way less crowded than expected which I was hyped about #yeah it was glorious #the cart in sites are worth the bit of struggle haha

[dykefungus]

Oh yeah? Well I was the cat's favorite stranger at the party

#for real that cat loved me #and knew several people already there but i was the favorite having just met this cat #fungus bungus

[gardenofmushrooms]

#these are my favorite photos I’ve ever taken #fungus #mushrooms #fungi #mycology

[0bs1d1ankn1ght]

Funguary week 2 dead mans fingers and bleeding teeth

they are girlfriends

#funguary2024 #funguary #fungi #dead mans fingers #bleeding teeth #this checks so many boxes on the list of my favorite things #lesbians #fungus #teeth #blood #abnd corpses #tw blood #tw body horror

[shieldsurf]

out of the big 4 het/canon fairy tail pairings jerza is by Far the worst imo like. he needs to leave her alone i'm so serious and the fact that mashima wrote in a 7 year age gap for no reason is Not helping... erzas ass is NINETEEN the first time jellal makes an open pass at her i don't care that they used to be the same age it is fucking weird. gruvia is a close second though because while yes we objectify men here sir and i live to serve women juvia's creepiness is really just too much like at a certain point it starts to feel really gross and the fact that gray seems to fall for her by the end of the anime/manga just reeks of coercion. not even bringing up how genuinely awful juvia's character writing is she gets like 5 minutes of being interesting before getting instantly reduced to a creepy stan who completely revolves around gray and has less depth than the average bossfight of the week. i guess its equality that erza and mirajane are some of the best characters in this story (which is admittedly a low bar considering half of their personality is being subjected to the most voyeuristic shots possible) so mashima had to balance it out by making juvia one of the worst

#the other two pairings nalu and gajevy are honestly fine. i'm more pilled on gratsu and lucana or luli but gajevy is actually a decently #sweet redemption relationship if you forget that gajeel was genuinely the worst person alive in his villain arc before mashima decided to #fast track him to the most likable character in the show. #on top of that while gajeel and levy become a Unit pretty fast after tenrou island they do still have like #unique personalities and things about them that help them stand apart from the other. unlike juvia with gray. #nalu might not be my pairing of choice for either natsu or lucy or even my favorite big 4 pairing but it is pretty good. i really don't hav #any notes they have their own personalities and have chemistry. i think they're sweet together. they work fine. #the moral of the story is don't read or watch fairy tail it's just shittier one piece #tender age of 11 and it gave me incurable brain fungus and now i live in my wonderful little made up world where everyone in fairy tail is #gay and trans and the women aren't treated like meat half the time. this is my trash of choice and my defining character sin dont be like m #but if you're that curious read the manga the anime is insanely drawn out #and the animation is aaaawful #the only reason im watching it is as background noise for when i work #im gonna tag this as #fairy tail #for people who want to blacklist #in the future

[brosif40]

Humongous Fungus Galaxy - BowieZ

Atomic Clock Galaxy - BowieZ

These two fanmade Galaxy 2 songs got me like

for the gifs- left is atomic clock and right is humongous fungus

#i definitely have posted abt them here before a few times bc i am obsessed with these forevar #humongous fungus is my favorite though YAY #me in 2015 going wild #flashing tw #bc fast gifs #fools jam jar

[justices-blade]

☆ die by the sword

swordmaster mastery drabble.

Daein armor is black.

Daein's army is great.

Daein's army will win.

Black armor, red flags — Deep red, regal and commanding. The flags aren't often flown in the fringes of Nevassa, but just outside of it, where the city leads to foot- and carriagepaths. They fly high, stark against blue, bright against ink.

What for? It's easier to believe stories of heroism and glory when you live in a warm house with a warm family. Outside, it's a matter of that blurred line between hope and desperation. — Expansion is profitable. Will any of that trickle down to them?

There are those that say no and stay out of it, hoping war will not find their doorstep instead. There are those that open their mouths and hold out their hands and pray. But King Ashnard, he extends his war-calloused hands and gives even the lowest of the low a chance to reach out, to grasp, so long as they have the strength to fight.

Was it for glory? For your country, for your hometown, for yourself?

No, not anything so naïve. It was for survival.

It's not that Edward didn't want to believe in the heroism of it all, but with glory comes acclaim. With acclaim comes money. With money comes stability for him and his. For a child and his brother with nothing else to his name, no other avenues to walk, nothing else given to him but this, what other dream should he chase? That heroism — The tales told by nannies and grannies down the street of brave men and women, his neighbours, cutting down legions and slaying monstrous beasts? That's just a bonus.

But for a brother who needed a future, he readily spun tales of valor and heroism anyway. Swordsmen in black coats, nimble and skilled, rising above and beyond. Heroes who came from nothing and gained everything, blades blessed by sunlight. The hope that they could crawl out of this nothing and gain everything, more than enough to share with eachother, with everybody who's helped them. That this was a choice, and it was worth making. He weaves the stories, pulls them around him like that could make them real, like he could become one of those swordmasters, too. Those who are strong will prosper in Ashnard's Daein, after all.

During the Mad King's War, Edward was not strong enough. Yes, they train children to fight and kill all too readily in those noble academies, but a scrawny street rat with a blunted blade is hardly better than cannon fodder. Still, maybe it was for the best he was turned away with hardly a glance. As it turns out, Daein wasn't strong enough either.

Daein armor is black.

Daein's army was great.

Daein lost.

And then Crimea didn't care, and Begnion came in. War ends. Still, red flooded the streets and washed Finch away in the undertow. Begnion armor is red. It's diluted, almost orange, a half-commitment to blood. Black-clad soldiers returned, too, but scathed, in caskets, in memory. Grief filled the streets. Hunger filled it, too. Grief and hunger and fear.

In him, grief and desperation, yes. But there was also anger. (Realisation.) It's over. The war is over. The dream is dead, and there is noone left for him to find and chase another for. And now, now, from livable to worse, everyone still clings to eachother, praying they won't drown as Begnion scum try to tear them down and apart like children at play breaking block towers.

He could stop and lie down and die. But seeing faces he knows twisted in agony? He won't stand for it. Why are they kicking everyone off the rafts and into the red? Can't they see they're already half-starved? At the other shore of bonds found, ties made, community knit, how can people be so carelessly cruel to folk who already have it hard enough? The lesson that seemed so obvious to him in childhood was completely lost on these brutes. They were acting like they were all still at war, but didn't need any reason, be it money or glory, to act like this.

In him, realisation, this time clear as day. That to earn glory, he would have had to hurt others too. He would always have had to. For togetherness, he can take it. But for glory? Glory is the stupidest reason to hurt someone. The only stupider thing is to have no reason at all.

In him, anger. In him, brighter still, rebellion. He knows how to steal. He just needs to start doing it to the right people. From Begnion, he takes food, supplies, clothes, medicine, a boy from the jaws of certain death. It's only right, to take back what was taken from people who need it, isn't it? He clings, with all he has. The light grows, comes to shine before him, a guiding star in the shape of silver hair, golden eyes. In it, he finds a hope anew, the seeds of a new dream, puts his faith in that light, to dispel the fear and the hunger and the mourning. He wants to be someone to trust, too, his hands growing ever more acquainted with the hilt of a blade.

Here, close to home, it's not for glory that he sabotages and fights and kills. Maybe it still is for stability, in the end, for safety, for home. The land bleeds because its people do, bled of hope with every step. He sees Nevassa. He knows it's not the only place that suffers. The dream sprouts.

In him, revolution. He fights now, truly for Daein, not for her glory or her pride, but for her people. Is that not the heart of it? It's the people he knows and talks to and knows and loves, the people he sings and dances and breaks bread with, the people who share with eachother no matter how little they have. That's the Daein he knows. The Daein he sees. The Daein he hopes for and fights for, hope and faith everbright in his eyes. If the black emblem is Daein's pride, then the red of its flag is the people that let it exist. The dream blossoms.

Edward fights, and fights, and fights, even when it seems stupid or pointless or like something's wrong, because the choice is once again no choice at all, and because he would rather swing his sword than lie down and die. But it's filled with a conviction, and while he would have never fought selfishly, he may have lost drive after the realisation — But for freedom, for home, for family, for the Dawn Drigade and for Daein, he does not. He fights in crimson, carmine, red, trailing behind him — No indulgent half-measures in orange-red, no glory sought or subordination in black.

And Micaiah — Does she understand? She too grants him a coat of red, bright as dawn, trailing coattails to frame his bloodied path, to show his growth — A benediction for all he has done, for all he can still do.

In that swordmaster's coat, the dream bears fruit. There is a day he looks at himself and realises that he's become someone he'd only ever dreamed of being years ago. He's strong enough now — Really, truly, a flurry of steel in sunlight, in starlight. He's strong, but this really isn't that great, is it? It's heavy, this mantle of what he thought hero, but he's strong and knows he's fighting for what'lll ultimately be right. So he'll carry it. It's no worse than five sacks of flour down the street at once.

Still. No wonder noone can keep going just for glory; It's nowhere near worth killing for, dying for. But him, he'll do anything so he can break bread with everyone again, with no fear or grief snapping at their heels. Not just to survive, but to live, too.

Living — Hah, now that's worth dying for.

It's with this knowledge that he shrugs the coat on, tightens the belts and buckles, Caladbolg at his hip, its pommel solid under his palm.

He'll keep trailing red for the people of Daein, for his family found, for that shining vision of home.

#;stories by the campfire | drabble #;wc. 1381 #kind of a memory format. #all of my muses are at least a little self-deluding as a treat #guy who is so normal about his favorite color #its a swordsmaster drabble but its more stacked than ill make other mastery drabbles i think bcs this is his. canon class yknow #i had a concept on par with a brain fungus but with how long i realised this was becoming i feel the execution... idk #all these tags were made over the slow roasting course of like 48 hours btw #im looking at this again and this is fine actually. woe lil guy be upon ye

[ketrinadrawsalot]

Fungi February: The hen-of-the-woods is also known as the maitake at fancy restaurants. It is a perennial, so once established it can produce mushrooms in the same location for years. The polysaccharides contained in the mushroom have potential medicinal value, but more research is needed.

Disclaimer: Don’t rely on pictures of cute mushrooms with eyes to accurately identify edible mushrooms. At best the wrong one will taste bad, at worst it’ll be deadly!

#fungi february #fungus #mushroom #hen of the woods #maitake #education #art #one of my favorite edible mushrooms #mycology

[ghostiesandghoulss]

Anyway here’s a drawing of Ellie i made. I’d kill and die for her

#my new favorite thing #is slime mold fungus #why is it so funky looking and cool #ellie tlou #tlou joel #tlou hbo #tlou #the last of us spoilers #ellie the last of us #the last of us art #the last of us show #the last of us hbo #tlou art #tlou spoilers #tlou part 1 #tlou show #tlou game #digital artist #procreate

[chiropteracupola]

(ask game) 🪱~*.*.* w o r m s f i c *.*.*~ 🪱

worms time worms time worms time!

we have discussed the wormsfic I am sure. basically, I woke up one morning, said 'undead Keith? undead Keith.' ...and then proceeded to go on the most mind-bending three-week writing quest of my life, best summarized as What If I Carefully Described Rot and Sorrow and Tenderness and Had Lots of Emotions About Having A Human Body for a very very long time. that's it that's worms.

and here, some fresh worms (and scavenging birds!) for you under the readmore:

Keith is jolted back into consciousness by a sharp pressure above his eye, and the sudden sensation as of a weight being lifted from his face. He grimaces against the stab of pain and throws up his hands, flailing aimlessly at the bird which has found its perch at the crown of his hat. It caws and flutters back at him, beak and wings colliding with Keith’s hands as he attempts to dissuade the scavenging raven from going after his eyes a second time. Unable to see his target, he lands a blow on his own face nearly as often as he does on the bird, and by the time he stands, collecting his hat from the ground, he is more than a little dizzy from the ringing slap he had put across his own nose.

Pressing his back up against the tree, he rubs the back of his hand against his eye, feeling for injuries until he satisfies himself that it is mostly intact. Keith squints out at his assailant, and finds a sleek raven staring back at him from the branches above. It cocks its head, interested and insouciant, and watches him with gleaming dark eyes, as if waiting for Keith to still himself again so that he can be pecked at further. The thing looks well-fed — on carrion, no doubt, thinks Keith. There had been feasting enough for the ravens in the year he had spent in Scotland, and he did not doubt that there would be more before the summer had burned out into autumn.

“I’ll be damned before I’ll be a meal for birds,” snarls Keith, the words hissed through his tied-shut mouth. His sentence ends before he means it to, for is he not half damned already? Even so, he can do this one thing to strike out at his predicament, perhaps let some of that built-up anger catch and flare, send up a flurry of sparks in his heart again.

Keith scrabbles at the ground for a stone and flings it upwards, relishing the thud of its collision with a branch even if he misses the raven itself. The oak above him turns to a fluttering of black wings, a full flock of ravens rising into the grey-white sky. Keith stands stiffly as they fade into the distance, the shiver of feathers like slivers cut from night until the clouds close over them again. He has not had his eyes pecked out that morning, it is true, but the effect of the experience has discomfited him more than he can say.

He will walk, then. If he stays too still, he seems a corpse in truth, and he would rather not become prey to scavenging things, though it would perhaps sooner free him from his own rotting-out body. At that thought, Keith winces, and feels a new itch beneath his skin as some creeping thing winds its way up the edge of his eye socket without surfacing. Pressing his hand against it, he tries to push it back down again, and is unsuccessful. His hand drops back to his side, loose and limp, and, setting to ignore it if he cannot mend it, Keith Windham finds his course again and walks on.

#em writes stuff #heronposting #yeah I think quest is the right word for it #and what is a quest but a fungus about honor that gets into your mind and makes you act weird. hm. #yes a few of you have seen most of this bit before but I think it's one of the parts that's most ready to be shown off #also one of my favorites! I had a lot of fun writing it #which has been rather on and off for wormsfic. mostly I feel like I'm being dragged around by some kind of creature.

[mc-260627]

The second tundras go up against a pokemon its joever but I will reactivate the old blog to carry the transgender chemtrail animal as far I need to

#mort.txt #sm1 in the tags of that poll was like what the fuck is is a flight rising why is it winning against a atla character #like literally sorry but fr tumblrs top posters have them as a cordyceps adjacent brain fungus #the fr tumblr top posters im referring to are me (gods favorite) and my mutuals (also gods favorite) btw

[hotmushroompics]

#THIS IS MY FAVORITE MUSHROOM EVER #SHAGGY INK CAP!!!! #i was so hyped when i saw it #i still am #best picks #identified #mushroom #mushrooms #mycology #mushroom picture #fungi #fungus