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Stropharia aeruginosa
Commonly known as the blue-green stropharia or verdigris agaric.
Another very pretty blue mushroom!
Stropharia aeruginosa can be found growing on rotting wood in Europe, Iran and parts of North America. It is typically found in woodland and on roadsides.
Part of the genus Stropharia (or roundheads). As the mushroom ages its cap broadens and becomes umboate, which means it gaines a little round bump in the centre of its cap! Example of a verdigris agaric with an umbo on the left:
Young mushrooms (right) are vivid green/blue and are very slimy. As they age their colour fades and becomes yellow, this is usally found around the centre of the cap. The mushroom eventually loses all of its original pigment, here are some examples:
Weather the mushroom is edible is debated many guidebooks state that it is poisonous while according to others it is edible and has a mildly spicy taste.
There is little known about the effects of the mushroom if it is poisonous, or what sorts of toxins it contains.
#This one is the background on my blog#thanks for all the notes on my first post!#mushrooms#fungi#fungus#Stropharia Genus#soupandmushrooms#More blue mushrooms!#Stropharia aeruginosa
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very exciting event : horror week on mycoblogg !!
hello fungi fans :-D today i am announcing a little event i am doing here for the week leading up to halloween / oct 31st.
for that week, every FOTD will be a bit more scary than usual !! it will feature dangerous fungi, gross-looking mushrooms & other halloween-themed darlings :-)
until then, stay tuned<3
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A new Lightbearer breathes his first panicked breaths, throwing the blanket off his resting place, and finds himself in a world that instead takes pity on him—Much to his displeasure.
But he’s been having strange dreams, and everyone warns him away from some strange… person? As more time goes on, and the warnings compound—he’s less and less sure of that notion, or if they even exist.
The brainworms said "what about Crow pre-Vanguard?? he was never in Spider's 'employ' in TFE!" and so here's some Salty Crow and the start of him being determined to figure out who killed him!
Mind: the divide is a time skip, to when Crow is out of the Dreaming City-- and this is the armor I use for the YW, since I don't give much detail. Anyway, Crow's Rez, "Bury Me Shallow":
— — —
“Who was buried up there?”
“I’m sorry?”
“I mean- No offense. Just… he seemed important.”
“...You don’t know?” The Corsair eyes him, wary.
“Know what?”
She takes a moment to study his face, though it’s shadowed by his hood and the sharp light behind him. It feels like she’s trying to flip through torn out pages and looks like she cut her fingers open on the shreds— He resists drawing any further in on himself.
“...Nevermind.” She scans his disheveled outfit, “You’re a Guardian?”
“Not sure what it means, but that seems to be the consensus,” he replies, mentally bristling at the judgmental tone. How can someone tell by just the clothing? Why would he be buried in this if it was that bad?
…Oh. Right. He was buried in it.
Well, maybe buried wasn’t the right word—There was just a blanket thrown over him, laying on some stone slab.
Not much of a burial. Could just be how the dead are treated, though.
“You haven’t spoken to any of your… lot, yet, either?” The corsair asks, some disdain in her words. He’s been hearing that tone a lot on the subject of Guardians, though not at him. If he’s one of them, shouldn’t she be disgusted by him, as well?
“Ah… no. I’ve seen some around, but haven’t gotten to speak to any. They seem awfully busy.” It’s not exactly a lie, but he hasn’t exactly tried to speak to them at all.
The thought of approaching one makes him nervous.
She snorts, “Busy is one way to put it.” There’s that resentment again.
He doesn’t think he will ever understand why. It seems the Guardians are trying to help, so why does almost everyone he talks to seem to hate them? Well, there have been a few Corsairs that seemed more thankful for the help, but… Most aren’t.
In the ensuing awkward silence, the Corsair seems to get a call in her helmet, turning away from him and murmuring into nothing. He can’t pick any of it up, though it sounds urgent, and she shoulders her rifle.
He can’t help but sigh quietly, knowing that meant no real conversations for another week or so.
She huffs after a few more moments, and sighs. “Well, I hate to cut this short, but the Crows’ feather falls that there’s enemy movement around.” She pauses, mouth pulling into a grimace, before continuing, “Your… abilities, might be… useful.”
“Oh.” She’s asking for his help, isn’t she? Even the Corsairs who didn’t mind Guardians hadn’t asked him to. He… hasn’t done this before—Helped from afar, sure, but not in the thick of it.
She eyes him, with some mix of anxiousness and detesting having asked. “Well, I’m… happy to help.” He smiles, despite the nervous knot in his gut. “Just lead the way.”
He swears there’s a glint of familiarity in her eyes as he says it, and she relaxes some before clearing her throat. “Let’s get going, then.”
— — —
“Sooo… Don’t remember nothin’?” The shadowed figure asks from the thick branch it’s laying on, a deep and modulated voice carrying just loud enough to reach him.
He has to crane his neck to see the ominous red glow of what he assumes is its eyes. “Uhm… no. Didn’t think I was meant to.”
“Yer Ghost tell you nothing, either?” The figure adjusts some, legs now dangling. Seems he’s interesting enough for its full attention.
“Was he supposed to?”
“...Guess not.” It drops down, not a sound leaving them as they right themself, and their face comes into view. Grey metal plates and red dots for eyes greet him. ”Any idea who ya are? Where ya woke up?”
“Looked like…a cathedral, I think.” He takes a half-step back, savouring his personal space, “He must’ve been highly respected. Did you know him?” The apparently metal man—not that he hasn’t heard of Exos (because he has, if only some), but hearing of and seeing are two different things—eyes him for a moment.
“Not personally, but knew of ‘im. An’way, strict Vanguard policy n all, can’t tell ya much.” The exo turns on his heel and starts walking, waving a hand for him to follow.
“...Riight.” He peers around the trees and rocky terrain before deciding to go along with it. “Actually, what’s with that? A few people have told me that already.”
“S’posedly, knowing obscures judgment… or som’thin along those lines. Never bothered to listen ver’ much. Got better things to do than listen to some raving mad Warlock’s lecture.”
“And… I’m supposed to be a… a Hunter?”
“Look it to me. Cape, dirty look,”—Dirty? Now that’s rude—“Things like that. Got that stature, too, and the slouch.”
“Ah. You’re…”—Brutal—“forthcoming.”
“You asked. An’way, got a name for yerself yet? Like to keep track of who I meet.”
A name. His Ghost talked about those; he had seemed excited to pick them.
“...No, not yet.”
“Could give ya some suggestions, if ya like. Though, you’d prob’ly like to do that wit yer Ghost, rather than a stranger.”
“Yeah… he’s been nagging me about it. Seems important to him.”
“Might wanna get on wit it, then! Unhappy Ghost makes a’ unhappy Guardian, y’know. In the meantime, got a preference? Any topics in partic’ you like? Might wanna fly with ‘ose.”
He thinks for a moment, and the black feather on the Hunter’s hood catches his eye. “Well… What’s yours? Might give me some ideas,” he shrugs.
“Rancher!” The other Hunter announces, wholly confident.
“Rancher,” he deadpans back, deciding that whatever he picked would have to be better than that.
“Yuep.” He opts not to question how the Exo popped the P without lips. “M’ Ghost, Iridant, wouldn’t let me jus’ keep Hunter.”
“You were going to name yourself Hunter?”
“Well, it was before I knew ‘bout the Vanguard an’ their classes thing! Iri took ‘er sweet time telling me, an’ I knew I liked huntin’, so…”
The first statement gives him pause.
Are there… are there Guardians outside of the Vanguard? Well, are not all Ghosts with the Vanguard, at least?
“Huh.”
So it’s not just him, then. Maybe Rancher’s Ghost kept him away from the Vanguard for awhile for the same reason his Ghost does… Whatever that reason is, anyway.
As the pair come up on an uphill, littered with stone piles and boulders, Rancher kicks some gravel rocks aside. “Soo, heh, how long ‘ave you been up ‘n about?”
He eyes the patch of gravel for a moment, watching them resettle, “Not too long. Spent some months in the Dreaming City, but only been out here for a few weeks, I think.”
“Ahh, so yer a new Newlight, then! Yeah. Yeah! I imagine those Awoken’re a bit weird, ey?” A barking, modulated laugh brings his gaze back up, finding Rancher to be stood at the top of some larger boulder at the top of the hill now, “How’s that place, an’way? ‘aven’t had the chance to go quite yet.”
Weird was one way to put the Corsairs. So much disdain for Guardians, and yet they seemed fine with him—among other things. “Well, it’s… It’s pretty, when you aren’t under fire.” He could paint pictures of that sky, but… What were the pale things called? Scorn? “The uh… the ones with crossbows were trouble.”
Rancher laughs, again—now more entertained, rather than antagonistic, “Ooooh, big man too good for Taken? The ozone smell don’t bother you? Might jus’ be a’ Exo thing, that, but I ‘ear it makes some a bit nauseous.”
The memory of spinning around, mid combat, to be met with a Taken Knight towering over him moments before waking up—with a few Corsairs gathered around him—springs to the front of his mind. He opts to hum in agreement rather than debate it, climbing up on another slab across from the other Hunter.
The hill below drops-off into what looks to be a patched together base of sorts, old enough to have a dusting of moss and vines over it, but recently lived in and the vines cut back over computer panels and exits.
He catches Rancher stretching (though, he doubts Exos have any need to do so) out the corner of his eye as the other Hunter sighs, “Ahhh, ‘ere’s my stop.”
“Your… stop?” Despite the lived-in look to the base, he can’t see any proof of the occupants anywhere nearby. Or was Rancher here to reclaim it? He had heard Hunters were largely meant to be scouts. Supposedly.
“Yuep!” The Exo pops the end, again. “Got an op to run out ‘ere. That base down there? ‘posed to hold some pests, an’ I’m on exterminator duty!”
And there goes the scout theory. If he went to the Vanguard, would he be put on these missions, too?
“Ooh,” Rancher stops and turns back, “‘fore I go—Careful if you see a Hunter in red an—ahh, no, that’s… That’s not specific at all. Hm.”
He’s heard this warning before. No one ever tells him why, or what that Hunter did, just to stay far away. Every. Time. Other than the vague warnings, he’s not even sure what he’s looking out for.
And it doesn’t help that “red and black Hunter” is a good seventy percent of Hunters he’s seen.
“Why? What did they do?” He tries to put force into his voice, but Rancher skips over the question.
“Just- ah. Complicated. I’ll send yer Ghost a picture, heh?” Rancher’s Ghost—a foil-textured, pink colored, and green eyed… mini Servitor?—appeared with a series of trills. “You’ll want to avoid–” The Ghost projected an image, “–that one.”
He could barely study the figure before there was a blast followed by the sound of Pikes somewhere nearby, to which both Rancher and his Ghost snapped to attention, projection fading.
“Ah!” Rancher sounded excited as his Ghost dematerialized, “That’s my que! Pleasure t’ meet ya, blueberry, but I gotta run.”
“Wh- Blue–? Hold on, what does that—” but the other Hunter is already plowing through the woods on a still-materializing sparrow, giving him one last wave, “—mean…”
He sighs, but can’t help but stare, dumbfounded, after Rancher, yet—
One thing stuck in his mind; That single, holographic, orange eye.
The same one in his dreams.
What happened to his past life?
#the forsaken exile#destiny 2#destiny 2 crow#and i need it to be known. outside of the content box. that the title isnt as poetic as you might think#i am entirely poking fun at Uldren's burial. and Crow is so salty about it#also. ''The Crows' feather falls that ___'' is basically saying ''word has it ___'' and is also in reference to the Crows being spies--#(i have. so many little headcanons lmao. we'll see how many i can fit in TFE)#thinking that Rancher will be the Hunter in Impromptu Arsenal Check (egregore) but not sure if i'll do anything with him past it#he was very fun to write though!#anyway-- versus the Drifter chapter/short. i think the pacing and dialogue of this flows so so much better#a few qualms here and there but overall. very happy with it#and i KNOW i was supposed to finish like... the angsty cayde hug. or fluffy crow walk. or the fungi wolf fight. but this took over my brain#it took me over so badly#but also that start/summary format. dont like. i think i just talk too much LMAO the ao3 format works so much better for#my overly talkative ass#got a place for the summary. opening notes. and even CLOSING notes. and i can even hide shit in tags at the START instead??#ough#i have no idea what to tag this with though so i will... add the link to it here when i get that done lmao
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the way in which this team of apparently highly trained police officers goes about researching their cases is so frustrating. like what do you mean you're only checking whether kao used his phone after he left art's place after you found out he left at all. why did you just. assume. kao died there at the studio. and why has it taken you literal days of thinking of 'hey maybe we should find out if kao has anyone he trusts he can stay with while hiding'. all of these things should be at the top of the list. full phone records, lists of family and friends. you've got a missing person who may or may not be dead and you're just kind of winging the case as you go???
#the sign the series#literally the most frustrating part about this entire series#like it's great that these boys get ton of free time to go hang out and have dinners and whatnot#while working on highly time sensitive confidential murder cases#but also. please read a book or two on forensics.#do NOT even start on the forensics girl#she's cute and I love her but she's terrible at her job#why is she dissecting bodies AND coming to crime scenes to look for evidence#those are separate jobs#'we found fungi in the lungs of the victims' great! well done! what kind of fungi. was it the same one in each victim.#was it one of gazillion types of fungi to show up in houses/basements or one of even more types to show up in forests#also why are these same guys working the case and interrogating suspects also the ones looking for evidence#there's people for that#actually why aren't these suspected crime scenes constantly swarming with officers doing a multitude of jobs#(also on a related note why was tarn fixing up phaya in the ambulance and why was the paramedic just kind of. uh. not there???)#(literally just a dude in a paramedic suit there to close the ambulance and leave lmao)#there's way too much theorizing - and acting on those theories - happening on way too little information#data data data you can not make a brick without clay etc
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Have you ever walked through an evergreen forest to clear your mind? Eaten a nice warm vegetable stew? Received flowers from someone you love? Well... thank our hidden hero:
Arbuscular Mycorrhizal Fungi!
Hidden beneath your feet, nestled away inside the roots of 80-90% of vascular plants, there is a complex network of hyphae working in tandem with their plant buddies to keep our ecosystems alive and thriving!
Essentially, these microscopic fungi give plants Super Tolerance. Hyphae are much smaller than roots, which means that they can reach out farther while expending less energy and worm their way into places that are normally inaccessible to plants. This allows vascular plants to access more mineral nutrients than they normally could on their own. These fun-guys are so effective that some plants can even live their lives completely achlorophyllic (without chlorophyll)!
In return, plants will partition some of the carbon and simple sugars produced from photosynthesis to give to their buddies. This is done through vesicles formed by hyphae in the plant cells.
This isn't anything new either! In fact, you might even thank AMF for plants migrating onto land at all. A popular hypothesis for the colonization of land by plants is that the first vascular plants formed from an ancient partnership between algae and fungi, where essentially the fungi would act as the algae's roots to collect nutrients not available to the algae alone outside the water. If you'd like to see a cool example, look up the Rhynie chert!!
Thank you for letting me ramble a while at you about my favorite organisms on this planet :•) I encourage all of you to do some more research on your own, there is a TON that I haven't covered here! If you have access to a microscope, you can even dissect and stain some common garden roots to say hello to these little buddies yourself!
[This piece is directly inspired by the work of @/byjacobparis on Instagram! Please go give him a follow :•) ]
#i think this is one of my favorite patches that ive done :•)#and YES they are gay#fungi#mycorrhizal fungi#arbuscular mycorrhizal fungi#plants#botany#mycology#mutualism#symbiosis#biology#embroidery#hand embroidery#patch#needlework#i should also note that they dont form fruiting bodies as far as im aware!!#the fly agaric on the patch is just an aesthetic choice lol
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#my photography#aes#aesthetic#mushrooms#fungi#bracket mushrooms#turkeytail lookalikes#foliage#rain#dark#green#brown#forest#vines#weird photos tag#100+ notes
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i’m honestly not all that pressed about not knowing what the veil is (<- guy who is the num one garden enjoyer and never wants a concrete answer on what it actually is) but i also sort of keep coming back to the important part of it just being like. it’s name. the veil as in the veil between life and death. the veil as the in ‘beyond the veil’. destiny is a game about death in like four trillion different ways and the division between light and dark isn’t quite as simple as light = life and darkness = death but there is a division there and to me the veil seems like a connection across that line. the traveler is a dead thing and the veil opens a hole in its heart but the veil itself also feels like the traveler. it requires both the light and darkness to open that direction. the visual of your ghost (your GHOST!!) floating up towards it and drifting away from you. it’s rooted in darkness. it’s imitated and mirrored in the garden, a place of life. it’s the matrix for the un-death of the cloudark. the witness uses it to go to a plane we can’t follow it to. it’s even underground. am i making any sense
#pers#227#lightfall spoilers#i wrote this up a few weeks ago but ran into the word veil in a handful of places in the shadowkeep lore this morning and#was thinking of it again. both in reference to the garden and in kuang xuan’s notes#i’ve also seen the comparison to fungi which i also realy like#but to me speaks to the same thing and the connection between the living and the dead!!!#genuinely just playinh yhroeigh the campaign i ended up thinking of the phrase beyond the veil almost every time it was mentioned#so o walked away feeling like i understood it from that perspective. yk???#was also ruminating on destiny and how it’s a story about death RIGHT before lf came out#and found a lot of my thoughts extremely validated (garden as catharsis!!!!) so it was on the mind from that too#anyways. idk if this ACTUALLY makes sense but it’s enough for me!!!
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THE FUNGI IN SKY! OK, so first of all, they're shelf fungi, and second of all, they're polypores, which goes without saying because all (or most, I have no idea what's up with Oyster Mushrooms) shelf/bracket fungi have pores instead of gills! I don't know what this could possibly mean for the plot, but it's verry interesting!
#On that note#i don't know a lot about fungi either#but by God do i wish#once i tried doing light research#but there were so many terms that I Did Not Know#and those terms led to more terms and led back to the other terms#leading me around through several thousand rabbit holes where some were also the ouroboros#sky cotl#sky#sky children of the light#sky: children of the light#mushrooms#fungus#mycology#fungi
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what if i just randomly started posting weird lines from songs then what.
#giving you a whole week#bc i get no notes#anyways this could be fun guys#fungi#i hope#anyways#i post shit
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水曜日・七月・二十七日
studying how neurotransmitters are released after reaching the synaptic knob
#the fungi in my garden tho omg#it looks so nice#anyway neurons are cool#biology#human biology#fungi#moss#student#studyblr#pretty notes
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much to think about
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heya, folks !!
i will have a lot of free time this weekend, so i thought i'd ask y'all to send in any fungi-related questions you may have :-) i will be answering some asks & planning things for horror week. you can also just stop by my inbox to talk about anything else<3 i'm not picky. have a lovely week, everyone !!
- finn<3 (resident mushroom guy🍄)
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hi, i'm lake :] welcome to my main blog! you may also see me inferact from my mental health or my NSFW side blogs. feel free to ask me to tag triggers.
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Pinning this post so I can look at my favorite saved stuff easier!!
#save for later#note to self#for rainy days#self care#personal vent#art#to watch#mushroom stuff#funny#myart#fungi#adhd things#to read#comic stuff#minecraft#fashun#writing#hope#free reading#emotes#art inspo#to go to#skillage#positivity#polls#crowblr#free media#to play#wholesome#fun stuff
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