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orofeaiel · 8 months

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Hare's Foot Ink Cap

#artists on tumblr #original photographers #original photography #pacific northwest #hiking #nature #nikon #washington #pnw #orofeaiel #hare's foot ink cap #mushrooms #mycology #fungus among us #forest finds #goblincore #naturecore

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deathandmushrooms · 2 years

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Hare's Foot Ink Cap - Coprinopsis lagopus

Found some ink caps beneath the neighbour's mailbox and loitered suspiciously while the dog kept watch.

#mushrooms #eye on the forest floor #mycology #forestcore #fungi #sporecore #mycophile #nature photography #Coprinopsis lagopus #hare's foot ink cap #ink cap

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persephonaae · 3 months

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Today I bring you some hare’s foot inkcap, puffballs, and lots of splitgill

#mushrooms #mushroom #fungi #hare’s foot inkcap #ink cap mushroom #puffball #splitgill #take a walk with me

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muscaria-jacksonii · 6 months

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Hare's foot inkcap [Coprinus lagopus]

#wild mushrooms #mushroom #mushrooms #fungi #fungus #wild fungi #foraging #nature #ink cap mushroom #ink cap #hare's foot inkcap #inky cap #mycology

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alexmurison · 8 months

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A delicate Hare's Foot Ink cap popping up in the meadow

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littleflowerfaith · 1 year

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Hare’s foot ink cap

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shroomy333 · 11 months

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hares foot ink cap mushrooms at different stages 😍😍 i have about 200+ pictures of them

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thesmallestsmallboy · 3 years

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Possible Hare’s Foot Inkcaps (Coprinopsis lagopus)

#ink cap #hare's foot inkcap #hare's foot ink cap #fungi #toadstool #mushroom #Unidentified #mycology #cottagecore #dirtcore #naturecore #forestcore #woodlands #adventurecore

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faerynkind · 2 years

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Hares Foot Ink Cap

#nature #funghi #mushies #mushrooms #foraging #mycology #dark cottagecore

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hogwartsclassroster · 2 years

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Hogwarts File

Name: Lourdes Thimble

Nicknames: Loddie

Name Meaning: Lourdes [lo(ur)-des] French Origin Meaning; Miracles of healing are attributed to Lourdes, a town in France, where the Virgin Mary reportedly appeared in 1858 to a young girl, later honored as Saint Bernadette.

Gender: Cis Female

Pronouns: She / Her

Age: 17 y/o

Birthday: February 20th

Zodiac: Pisces

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Ethnicity/Nationality: African Welsh

Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance

Body:

Height: 5'4"

Build: Delicate

Eyes: Light Brown

Hair: Black/Wavy

Skin: Dark

Misc: [scars, birthmarks, glasses, etc]

Material Items:

Clothing: Cottagecore dresses

Accessories: Ribbons, earrings and delicate chain bracelets/necklaces

In their school bag: A lavender-rose sachet, allergy medication, a bullet journal, a pen, a multi-color ink palette, a small square tin of mints, a small bottle of hot sauce

Personality

Traits:

+ Selfless, Reliable, Empathetic

+/— Thoughtful

— Fidgety, Noisy

Description:

Lourdes is a demure and gentle personality, coming from a loving family that instilled a sense of creativity and wanderlust in her. She enjoys making friends and offering a shoulder to anyone in need of it. Strangers included. She seeks to put positivity out into the world and believes everyone is better for it. However, with this sort of positive outlook and need to be that positive force in everyone's life, she tends to neglect her own feelings. Whenever she's drained emotionally or sad, she keeps it to herself and partakes in activities on her own to manage her own negative emotions on her own. Sometimes this results in her disappearing for some time without a word to anyone as to where she'll be. Her coping mechanisms are healthy and a creative outlet, but her ability to communicate her negative emotions to any degree are stunted.

Other:

Likes: Pastries sweet & Savory, floral teas, picnics,

Dislikes: Cold weather, Sour foods, loud noises

MBTI: ENFP-A "It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for – and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing."

Alignment: Lawful Good

Hogwarts

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

OWL Classes:

Astronomy: 9/10 (A)

Charms: 10/10 (A)

DADA: 6/10 (B)

Flying: 6/10 (B)

Herbology: 8/10 (A)

History of Magic: 9/10 (A)

Potions: 9/10 (A)

Transfiguration: 6/10 (B)

Magic

1st Wand: Pear Wand with Unicorn Tail Hair Core

This golden-toned wood produces wands of splendid magical powers, which give of their best in the hands of the warm-hearted, the generous and the wise. Unicorn hair cores are most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner regardless of whether they were a strong witch.

Boggart

Form: Giant Centipede

Riddikulus: Worm on a String but Centipede in likeness

Amortentia

What they smell: Orange trees, dew & soil

Patronus

Form: Hare

Memory: "We had just moved into our new home in Wales, a cozy, charming little place with a fireplace. I always wanted a fireplace. It was Christmas Eve and our very first holiday in our new home. Little Harris had gotten the little blue truck he wanted. Pop read us a Christmas story and Mama made us hot chocolate with peppermint sticks."

What they see in the Mirror of Erised: A simple but cozy life she cultivated for herself where she could care for her family. A place where everyone could be safe and happy.

FAMILY

Father: Wilbur Thimble

He stood six foot and dressed finely on most days. His dark skin scarred and calloused from working a hard labor job in carpentry. He shaved his head regularly and was partial to lettermen caps. He has kind eyes and could cut the tension in a room with knee-slapper jokes like no one else.

Mother: Henrietta Thimble

She is small but sturdy in frame, a strong woman that didn't mind getting her hands dirty with yard work and gardening. Her skin was typically sun kissed from favoring the out doors and her blue eyes twinkled with the light of unfaltering wonder for the world around her. It was a stark contrast to the short black, wavy hair that was always framing her face.

Brother: Harris Thimble

The goofball twin of the pair, Harris is always looking for the things that can make himself and others smile. With his dimpled cheeks and bright, brown eyes, the happiness he has to give is contagious. He dresses similarly to his father but can hardly keep a hat on for long, preferring the wind in his hair and the freedom he feels with that.

Brother: Davis Thimble

Davis is the reserved one of the pair, always frowning but not from sadness. He's thoughtful and dresses simply, making it easier to tell him apart from his identical twin, Harris. However, another tell that gives away that Davis is who he is, is the hook shaved scar on his chin he received after a terrible tumble at a park.

Pets: "He was a kitten I found crying in a drain. He was a pitiful little thing and so frightened in the moment I had found him. I had to bring him home and clean him up, regardless of all the tiny cuts and punctures I received in the process. He had went a few days without a name as I struggled to find the perfect name for him. It really only dawned on me when I saw how fond he was of blueberries that I decided Blueberry would be his name." Name: Blueberry Breed: Russian Blue

#character file #lourdes #hufflepuff #original character

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deathandmushrooms · 3 years

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Hare's Foot Ink Cap - Coprinopsis lagopus

The fruiting body of this mushroom only appears for a day before dissolving. I get the feeling trying to get this home for a spore print would be futile...

#mushrooms #mycology #eye on the forest floor #fungi #hare's Foot Ink Cap #Coprinopsis lagopus

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persephonaae · 5 months

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It’s been more wet lately so mushrooms are finally starting to pop up! Please correct me if you think I’m wrong, I’m still very much a novice in precise fungi identification, but I think this is hare’s foot ink cap

#mushroom #fungi #ink cap mushroom #inkcap #hare’s foot inkcap #mushrooms #take a walk with me

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muscaria-jacksonii · 23 days

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Hare's foot inkcap [Coprinopsis lagopus]

#fungi #fungus #mushroom #mushrooms #nature #mycology #wild mushrooms #wild fungi #foraging #hare's foot inkcap #inky cap #ink cap #inkcap

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organicmatter · 3 years

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i made ink from hares foot inky caps

#mushrooms #mine #ink #natural dye

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kmorgantini · 2 years

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Hare’s foot ink caps - a first for me here #Coprinopsislagopus #hikingfortordlands #fungus #hiking https://www.instagram.com/p/CY_BOtGLsCs/?utm_medium=tumblr

#coprinopsislagopus #hikingfortordlands #fungus #hiking

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somebodystolemyfish · 4 years

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portal to the iris: a fantasy oneshot

writers note; hehe so i took a cheeky lil caffeine pill, it is currently 2:26am i dO noT condone using this as a substitute for sleep. but hopefully i can churn out a couple oneshots or prompts for y’all 👺

word count: (approx. i’m in maths standard have mercy) 700ish

Speckled fences lined my village, mouldy yogurt stained wood and small liberty caps lined the roads. It was peaceful, only small chirps of distant creatures deterred my concentration from the iron-pressed pages in my palms. It was a piece I had worked on for months now, to be fond of it is to say the least. I could never capture the true beauty of the landscape before me, the confines of my eye were not nearly as seraphic as I’d prefer. Dexterity in the form of materialistic complacencies from the tools I wield only show my limitations when others do not have the mind to comprehend the vastness behind it. Particularly my father, who shows no attempt in understanding a progressive mindset, the whiting wisps under his nose proving to be longer than his attention span. I could feel the crinkles forming on the skin of my upper bridge, pressing the pad of my finger into the divot, I smoothened it.

As night fell, a swell of ink cascaded over the horizon, speckling the atmosphere with airy particles as the North wind swirled past the hills. It smelt of linen, warm and inviting, then it grew into something else. Intrigued, I tilted my head toward the sky, drawn in to its scent. It seemed to radiate through the air, pulsating stronger each time I breathed it in, it smelt mechanical, grimy. Familiar yet unrecognizable, my feet followed the invisible rope the scent had laid. Minuscule pebbles buried themselves between my toes as I stumbled on, the dirt from the road sure to stick to the soles of my feet. A soft glow emanated from a cluster of shrubs a few feet away from my reach. I hadn’t realized how far I wandered until my home seemed only a poppy seed in the horizon, it’s puffed clouds of smoke from the chimney acting as a beacon.

My journey had halted, feet at a stand still but my mind still ventured forward in search of the scent. But it had gone, gone from the wind, the air, everything, it had stopped. The daze I lost myself in had been lifted. Finally aware of my surroundings, my line of sight shifted haphazardly around the field I was standing in. My fingers strewed their way into the fabric of my trousers, the rough cordoroy material brought a sense of solidarity to the situation. Stepping forward my foot pressed against a foreign ground, it wasn’t dirt or grass or stone, it was warm and pliable, yet solid and rough. The darkness of the sky wasn’t helping with the identification of this matter underneath me. It had a warm undertone to it, maroon or crimson. I folded my knees into my chest, an extended hand reached out to bear second hand witness to the assumptions of my calloused feet. They were right, it was warm, torn and used but still soft. It was only until my eyes broke away for a moment that I realized the vast expanse of this new found ground, the next 30 or so metres were covered by this surface. My head sunk and I indulged my entire body onto the surface, feeling the individual divots on all my joints. Splotched stars witnessed the act, witnessed tranquility. Eerie clouds edged along the sky, moving from one horizon to the next. Snail, turtouise, spider, hare. That can’t be right, no amount of gust from the North wind could ever sway a cloud to travel that fast. The tips of my hair started to move, a force pulling them gently above my head. The clouds weren’t moving, how oblivious could I be.

The foreign surface beneath me had moved, unveiling an array of colours. As I lay witness to the city of emotions, my bones had wilted, eyes unable to match the sheer euphoria they had encaptured within their irises. Forestation, growth, rebirth, decay and rot. A heavy feeling spread through my veins, liquid lead flowed throughout my body, everything felt numb. All confines of life had been ruptured, exasperated by the beacons of knowledge it had expelled. Unfathomable links to every pillar in our existence, all at once, collided as the epicentre of my being was smoldered. I was looking into the eye of the world, and it was looking back at me.

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