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sitting-on-me-bum · 11 months
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Porcelain Fungus (Oudemansiella mucida), New Forest National Park, Hampshire, England.
Photographer: Guy Edwardes.
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shroomlings · 2 years
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First full day out in the woods, and already a spectacular find. An entire tree branch overgrown with porcelain fungus, Mucidula Mucida (syn. Oudemansiella Mucida;  Agaricus Mucidus) - “Mucus’ being Latin for “slime”. 
These grow specifically on rotting beech wood, so if you find these, you automatically know that beeches must be nearby ;-)
O. mucida is native to and occurs throughout northern and central Europe. Main season is late summer to late autumn. Tiny porcelain fungi can sometimes be seen parachuting from high branches, when they are dislodged by the wind on breezy days. It usually outcompetes other fungi on beech trees by means of a powerful anti-fungal agent called strobilurin (funny, how a fungus produces anti-fungal stuffs, right?). Strobilurin has been used in agriculture as protection of crops against fungal infections. Although subsequently improved upon by the chemical industry, the first strobilurin fungicides were isolated from O. mucida.  This is also the reason why it is considered an antibiotic in Slovakia, where it is used against fungal infections of the skin.
Porcelain fungus is not considered toxic, although sometimes it’s claimed that it can upset the stomach, while others consider it edible after washing it. Where I live, it is considered a good edible mushroom after you peel the mucus layer off the cap and we regularly add it to mixed mushroom dishes.
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lacunes · 1 year
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lost-fool-wandering · 7 months
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Slizečka porcelánová /  Oudemansiella mucida /  porcelain fungus
-L.F.
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mushroomgay · 5 months
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Epping Forest, London, UK, October 2023
Porcelain fungus (Oudemansiella mucida)
These beautiful fungi start out as a dull beige globe, which opens up into this pure white, slick fungus. They have a remarkable talent for turning out the right way up, including when they grow out from the underside of a branch - their stipe will grow down and then curve up, allowing the cap to grow parallel to the ground in order to release their spores with maximal efficiency.
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fungitopia · 6 months
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Found this hedgerow with so many trees covered in Porcelain fungus! It was so magical.
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otherxagnela · 4 months
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There is something about Scarab being so disliked at work but still somehow being the one in the office with perhaps the most past toxic relationships outside of work...in my stories at least lol
My beloved pansexual disaster beetle- why do I enjoy hurting him?
Like everyone is like, yeah, we hate the guy but we would still be crazy enough to date him if it ever came up.
Cause the imaginary ex list keeps growing lol.
Papillon - not really an 'ex' but he really did care about Scarab, but with everything that went down prior to his death he wanted to keep the beetle at a distance to protect the other.
Porcelain- when Scarab first started as the god auditor, he worked closely with one of the junior accountants. Porcelain was the queen bee of the office - a little obsessed with how much of picture perfect couple they made. She became head accountant but due to conflicting wants and personalities clashing had finally cause Scarab to sever those ties. She is still miffed about it.
Ra - he meant well but ultimately it made Scarab more aware of the the discrepancies between them. Imagine a super rich kid that has had everything handed to him, a little oblivious to the rough life insectoid aliens have as most of them are suvivors of civil war and refugees from their home planet.
Scarabs home planet will be bought up some more later, but there was an infection of a parasite spore that killed most of the Insectoid people - Ophiocordyceps unilateralis - the zombie ant fungus. It was thought to be a biological weapon created by the opposing side to get the upper hand but it broke containment.
Rhino - one of the only other insectoid's Scarab ever really hooked up with. Rhino lost both his parents and his older siblings to the war and sickness. He was taken in by his elderly grandmother and widowed aunt away from the dying planet, with his remaining parental figures being limited in speaking in the universal cosmic language it was left to Rhino to become the main breadwinner.
He didn't get the same schooling opportunities or scholarship as Scarab however.
He got introduced to the ludicative market of cosmic bounty hunting while running afoul of a chase with a minor cosmic criminal.
The stag beetle was inspired.
With his aunt re-marrying a non insectoid he distanced himself from the family he once had in disgust. But he still sent money to his grandmother till the day she passed away.
Rhino came across the god auditor still in his early days - the stag beetle taking it upon himself to impress the other and prove that he could keep up with the auditor. Rhino was the one who got super invested with Scarab first - somehow getting it into his head the others past with other cosmic entities was something he could 'fix'.
Rhino appeared in a time of Scarab's life where his self-loathing was at the highest. Accepting for once that perhaps it would be nice to be looked after for a change and perhaps what he needed was getting back to his insectoid roots and perhaps settle down with the 'nice insectoid beetle' The other portrayed himself as.
Rhino is quick to jealously and attempted to control the other beetle, even stalking the other on jobs.
Scarab finally called a stop to it - Rhino was more so pissed with the imaginary affair he believed Scarab and Prismo were having (they weren't even together at that point - Rhino could just sense the tension between the still in denial entities)
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mycosprite · 1 year
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Porcelain Fungus Oudemansiella mucida
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krscblw · 2 months
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ghoul element perfume associations!
i've done a few scent association lists for individual ghouls, and i thought it would be fun to do one for elements instead! it's a little more general, which lets me include perfume that i really like but that don't fit any of the ghouls exactly. as always, i would love your feedback!!
Usual warning: This might look weird on mobile, but it should be good on desktop. Apologies, I'd fix it if I knew how.
Earth: Dense, earthy, bitter, green scents reminiscent of forests, gardens, and ruins halfway reclaimed by nature.
Notes: wood, vetiver, greenery, moss, soil, fruit, rose, stone, fungus
Rose Fantôme - LVNEA
“Rose Fantôme breathes not the fresh blooming rose but the one that has been cut, left and forgotten. Now one with its surroundings, it blends with the scents of dried grass and lichen, hay, and dirt.” 
porcelain roses, immortelle, dried hay, graveyard soil, cepes, oakmoss, oakwood
Duende - Fantôme 
“The smell of being lost in an enchanted forest.”
oakmoss, cedar, fir, resinous labdanum, benzoin, tree sap, wild violets, lilac
(i have this one, it's forest-y but also pretty light for a forest perfume. definitely a summery, magical forest smell)
Holy Oak - LVNEA
“Holy Oak alchemizes the aromas of deep, damp oakwood and the dry warmth of cedar to evoke the sound, sight, and smell of a well-worn cabin woodframe creaking against the weight of tempestuous rainfall as it begins to slow.”
galbanum, cedar leaf, petrichor, frankincense, cedarwood, oakwood, oakmoss
Mount Auburn - Little & Grim
“A dizzying array of all the flora that buds in Massachusetts. Fragrant, fruity blossoms and towering trees shading gentle, winding paths.”
fresh raspberry, melon, honeysuckle, blooming lilac, wisteria, spruce
Love Among the Ruins - Alkemia 
“An ancient ruin of fallen stonework covered with lichen and tangles of flowering vines slowly disintegrating/returning to nature.”
stone ruins, lichen, tangles of flowering vines
Rochester - Fantôme
rich earth, crisp fallen leaves, sweet tobacco, a hint of patchouli, garden tomato, newly ripened autumn gourds
Vert Sur Le Vert - Alkemia  
green grasses, new leaves, tomato seedlings, crushed sweet grasses
Air: Scents that range from cold, sharp, and sweet to thick, powdery, and dusty – reflecting the versatility of air as an element. 
Notes: florals, musk, fruit, cold air, dust, sugar, honey, ozone
Lilacs Along the Winding Drive - Alkemia 
fresh lilacs, a gentle breeze after a light spring rain, a dusty pebbled driveway, a slightly rusty porch swing, and a small handful of late blooming violets
Hummingbird - Zoologist 
“This diaphanous scent alights upon you in a pastel bouquet of honeysuckle, mimosa, lilac and peonies, with just the lightest dusting of natural sugars found in pear, cherry and honey. A finishing dollop of velvety whipped cream melds the tantalizing notes, completing this irresistible and opulent perfume.”
apple, cherry, citrus, lilac, muguet, plum, rose, violet leaf, honey, honeysuckle, mimosa, peony, tulip, ylang, amber, coumarin, cream, moss, musks, sandalwood, white woods
Frost Flowers - LVNEA 
“Icy and cold, delicate yet jagged, floral ice crystals slowly melt to reveal a heart of dark florals at the center of this musky and enveloping oil perfume.”
tuberose, jasmine, black currant, ambrette, cypress, elemi resin
Thundersnow - Fyrinnae 
“On rare occasions within a system cold enough to produce ground level snow, the conditions are favorable for the right lifting and instability required to also produce lightning.”
cold air, electricity, metallic ozone, gasoline
Veil of Spidersilk - Nui Cobalt Designs
“Slender strands of cotton flower hung with trembling dewdrops… Wear to bless any new beginning and brighten the path ahead.”
cotton flower, dew, pale pink musk, tiny black vanilla beans, Margaret Merril rose, lily of the valley, neroli, honeysuckle, non-indolic jasmine
Mama Gein - Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab 
crushed baby’s breath dusted with baby powder
Foxfire - Alkemia 
white sugar ambers, jasmine aldehydes, night flowering nardo
Fire: Warm, heavy, lingering, spicy scents. Some fire ghouls smell like smoke and fire, but others smell like heat, metal, or spices. 
Notes: smoke, incense, spices, metal, patchouli, wood
Paimon - Fantôme 
“This is a warm, regal scent conjuring an endless sea of sand with the hint of an oasis of coconut and dark vanilla carried on a warm desert wind. Golden frankincense, black amber, and myrrh stir under the endless dunes of hot sand, grounding the bright, golden notes that shine under the unrelenting sun.”
hot sands, frankincense, myrrh, sun-bleached parchment, vanilla, black amber, coconut husk, gold
Eldritch - Pineward Perfume 
“Lair of ancient eldritch abominations, a resinous and dark perfume for the bold and unafraid.”
leather, myrrh, patchouli, fir, oolong tea, opoponax, smoke, pine needles, oakmoss
Stel - Treading Water Perfume 
motor oil, metal, desert air, frankincense, oud
Persian Tea Room - Alkemia 
spiced black tea, dry desert sand, spices, musk, soft leather
Firebird - Fantôme
“This is a rich, golden scent that emulates the golden apples and warm flame of the Firebird.”
smoldering embers, burning cloves, orange, golden saffron, endless forest, soot on feathers, soft flame, apple 
Dwarf - Black Phoenix Alchemy Labs  
iron filings, chips of stone, hops, soot-covered leather
Tyrannosaurus Rex - Zoologist  
“A sultry heat wafts across the land, lapped up greedily by the abundant flora that thrives in its midst… The Cretaceous period comes of age against a backdrop scorched by wildfire and lightning strikes.”
bergamot, black pepper, fir, laurel leaf, neroli, nutmeg, champaca, geranium, jasmine, osmanthus, rose, ylang ylang, resins, cade, cedar, civet, frankincense, leather, patchouli, sandalwood, vanilla
Water: Water ghouls tend to have smooth, cold scents. Some are sweet, some are sour, some are salty, but all of them reflect different bodies of water.
Notes: ozone, vanilla, water, citrus, seaweed, salt, sand, ice, tropical fruit
Triton - Fantôme
murky sea water, ambergris, ancient forest mosses, crushed ivy, frankincense, resins, ozone, a hint of citrus
Voice of the Sea - Alkemia 
“An olfactory musing from the underside of a wooden dock.”
salty sea breezes, sun-bleached driftwood, crushed seashells, lemon peel, barnacles, sand, and sea-soaked timbers
Dragonfly - Zoologist 
“Giant lotus pads part to make way for buds that pierce the surface of the jade green pond. They raise their faces to the sun, their delicate fragrance floating around them. In the shadow of the flowers, tiny dragonfly nymphs also emerge from the shallows. They spread their fragile wings and shyly take flight, ready to explore a world beyond the water.”
grapefruit, basil, angelica seed, ginger, rice, aquatic florals, geranium, jasmin sambac, mimosa, orris absolute, rose, violet leaves, rainwater, moss, patchouli, tonka, vetiver, benzoin, cashmeran
Acadia - Alkemia
“An olfactory portrait of coastal Maine.”
atlantic ocean fog, balsam fir pine needles, seaweed, bay leaves, saltwater, charred driftwood
Gelatto - Pineward Perfume 
“Suntanned skin and sunny beaches.”
makrut lime, jasmine sambac, mandarin orange, gardenia, massoia bark, sandalwood, ambergris
Squid - Zoologist   
“The vast ocean swells and contracts, caught in the relentless tug of the moon. Beneath the surface, a school of squid emerges. Strange, elastic forms propel from the deep in a frantic search for sustenance. They are not alone. Their predators lunge, only to be foiled by blinding jets of murky ink.”
pink pepper, solar salicylate, incense, black ink accord, salty accord, opoponax, ambergris, benzoin, musk
Seahorse - Zoologist  
“Balmy sunlight trips across foamy turquoise waves, sending rippling haloes onto the coral below. On the lagoon floor, anemone and seaweed sway in unison, limbs pumping to the rhythm of the current. Hovering among the coral branches, a group of seahorses gazes shyly on.”
guatemala cardamom, fennel, ambrette absolute, clary sage, tuberose, neroli, algae absolute, vetiver, ambergris accord
Quintessence: Heavy, warm, creamy scents. Quintessence ghouls tend to smell comforting, and their scents reflect human creations much more often than other ghouls’.
Notes: amber, leather, chocolate, alcohol, linen, lavender, wood, milk, vanilla
Amber Witch - Alkemia
aged dark arabian amber, honey musk, creamy bourbon caramels, spiced rum
Moon Magic - Sorcellerie Apothecary 
“Smells like your favorite cozy witch.”
lavender sugar, tonka bean, chai spices, vanilla steamed milk, cashmeran, ambroxan, crystals charged by moonlight
Sailing to Byzantium - Alkemia
papyrus, leather, ink, cardamon, orris, tonka, wet tweed, precious incense woods
Novella - Alkemia
“A cozy afternoon curled up in a favorite chair…”
spiced lavender de provence, steaming earl grey tea, old paperback books 
The Old Gods Survive - PULP Fragrance 
cherry pipe tobacco, golden amber, aged leather, oakmoss, old cedar chests
Solovey - Fantôme 
black amber, crushed violets, black currants, dark espresso, labdanum, black agarwood, tobacco
(one of my favorites of all time. it smells like nighttime but magical, somehow. the amber, violets, and espresso are most noticeable and it's so good. if dark purple was a scent it would be this imo)
Fleurs Historiques et Cacao - Alkemia 
“A historical recipe from the 1700's court of Versailles created by a mistress to delight a king. A paradox of the decadent and the divine…”    
dark cacao, french lavender, piquant black cardamom pods, tea with lemon peel, grapefruit blossom, vanilla musk
thank you for reading, and i would love to hear your thoughts! (also, gentle reminder if you got this far that reblogs are very appreciated!)
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crevicedwelling · 1 year
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what are the biggest challenges you face keeping bugs as pets? i keep plants, a friend of mine keeps fish. it seems to me that fungi, algae and parasites are inevitable everywhere on planet earth. do these ever cause problems?
no algae since everything is in the dark, parasites stop being an issue if the animals are captive bred and fed proper food, and the only fungi that mess with my bugs are occasional molds and mushrooms that make the substrate gross. (part of why I like dirt over water!)
“porcelain disease” (not actually the aquatic fungal crayfish one but symptoms look the same) has been an issue for me, Rickettsia bacteria that infects isopods and kills them although they usually look normal at a glance. I’ve been sold infected isopods and collected them myself, and while the bacteria can be persistent it typically only spreads through cannibalism and it’s easy to control by quarantining and separating newborn isopods from the infected generations.
porcelain is pretty much the only issue I have with that sort of thing! my springtail and mite crews control mold, rot, parasitic mites, and fungus gnats, and all my feeders (roaches, beetle larvae) are bred by me, so I don’t worry about parasites.
maintaining humidity is a big issue with many inverts, and it takes some practice and good watering to figure out how to maintain a humidity and ventilation balance that suits a species. substrate composition is a minor issue but cocofiber can be ingested by centipedes and cause impactions that can kill them.
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odielsmushrooms · 1 year
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Porcelain Fungus, is a basidiomycete fungus of the family Physalacriaceae and native to Europe.
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Dark Deception AUs
If you are outside of my mutual group, but you have AUs, just reblog this post with your AUs
@kollieflower:
Blight Take Over AU
Modern AU
Aware Lucky AU
@ani-shea:
Choatic Disbelief AU
Aware!Aladeux AU
Taba!Doug AU
Vessel!Doug AU
Maid bierce AU
Fungus!morgan AU
Wonderland AU
@ana-shelley:
Cartoon Calamities AU
@endstar:
Vampire Doug AU
Void Doug AU
Survivors guilt AU
Kid AU
Servant AU
Possession AU
Prophecy AU
Nowhere AU
Dream AU
Crazy Kingdom AU
Cat doug AU
Werewolf Doug AU
OBEY! AU
The Three AU
Rat Doug AU
Vampire Doug
Bad bitch Doug
Zombie Doug
Half god au
Beast doug au
The butler did it au/ring leader au
Forgotten protectors AU
Dragon AU
Demon games AU
Haunted past au
Violent child au
@glitterdragonthegreatprotector AKA mine:
Aware doug AU
Lucky x The Moon AU
Dark Tale of Deception: multiverse (it's the underverse but with dark deception help djjdjdje-)
Decay/fungus AU
Spectrum Malak AU
Answer of Hell AU
Fnaftale X Dark Deception AU
Gender bent Malak AU
Club AU
Shared custody between @endstar and @glitterdragonthegreatprotector:
Grief AU
Mourning au
Angel au
Mr. Goldstreets AU
Love virus au
Alien au
Lord Agatha au
Cult of the Man AU
The void experiments AU
Coraline AU
Porcelain Doll AU
Gang AU
Pirate AU
Monster mermaids AU
Actually friends AU
Mortal Eye TV show AU
Actor AU
Hanahaki Disease AU
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Freeing mortal slaves AU
Unlucky Lucky AU
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Forest protector Malak AU
Secretly business partners AU
Roommates AU
Therapy Doug AU
Is That a Fucking Baby?! AU
Maddened masochist AU
Witch Elise AU
Elise brings the End AU
Super weapon doug AU
Super villain doug AU
Puppet Doug
Warrior doug
Soul parasites AU
Immortal love and mortal lovers AU
Recently fallen AU
Death!Doug AU
Elise's boat ride AU
Anorea the pig AU
Bell Noose AU
@top-tier-tickles:
Dark Deception Tickle AU
Dark Inception AU (Swap Au)
Detroit: Deception AU
@duuskiiii:
Monster crossover AU
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mirbisduschoen · 2 months
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Resident Evil AU/original location
What if the Metamycete in Romania and its spinoff in Dulvey wasn't the only humungous fungus around? What if there was another one, in, say, Eastern Oregon? Sort of like a bioweapon version of this:
The major difference in my AU from "just another RE game" is that Metamycetes as a whole tend to amplify and echo the prevalent emotions of the people attuned to it, while granting them immortality. The Romanian fungus is attuned to a sociopath driven mad by grief who's been packing the fungus to bursting with terror, pain, suffering, and anguish for 100 years straight, and the Dulvey spinoff of that fungus is attuned to a mentally unstable and incredibly traumatized child who has never known kindness in her entire life and is so desperate for human contact that she'll brainwash people into being her new family. It's like programming: Garbage In, Garbage Out.
The other fungus, located in and around the fictional town of Devil's Butte, Oregon, isn't like that. Mayor Malder has been very careful to do the exact opposite and ensure the townspeople are doing well emotionally and financially. The town is prospering in a way that small, non-tourist-trappy towns in the United States in the early 21st century generally aren't. As a result, the Mold is healthy (it's colored white instead of black), and Devil's Butte is a pocket of the sort of Norman Rockwell small-town Americana that doesn't exist anymore, with some modern Oregon tweaks like liberalism, racial diversity (to the best of their ability, it's still rural Oregon), legalized weed, and gay marriage.
Mayor Malder, although perpetually the incumbent, has made it his mission to improve on his previous term, every term he serves. How long has he been doing this? He first ran in 1896, went through a stress-induced breakdown, ran off into the woods, encountered the Pale God (the good opposite of the Black God from RE: Village) who gave him immortality and a pep talk, and proceeded to turn the town around. He's got three forms: normal old man (his default form for all public appearances), "Mother Miranda but male and with doves instead of crows" (very rarely used), and "OH MY GOD A BIBLICALLY ACCURATE ANGEL" (never used before, God willing it never will be, because that's the "We're Being Invaded" body).
He also has a Cabinet of people he's given abilities to via the Mold, something that healthy Mold can do naturally and on command but that The Connections crudely modified Eveline's mold to do via disease-like infection and that Mother Miranda had to brute-force via cadou.
His Cabinet includes, but isn't limited to:
Sunshine Daniels, an ex-hippie lady turned weed grower. Producer of the highly-sought-after, Mold-altered strain "The Goodest Shit", which isn't moldy itself per se, but has been modified via the Mold's gene-altering properties to give a longer and stronger high than anything else on the market. Ms. Daniels met the Mayor in the mid to late 70s as the hippie movement was starting to run out of steam, and started her weed-growing career running a small drug empire peddling The Goodest Shit to college students prior to the legalization of weed.
2. Jane Malheur, proprietor of "Jane's Antiques & Curios", an antique store that is rumored to be haunted, and draws tourists in for the creep factor. Jane claims to be the third-generation proprietor of the business, which has been there since the 1890s, but she is Jane I, not Jane III. She has been hiding her immortality from tourists by pretending to be her own granddaughter, who doesn't actually exist. The reason the store is rumored to be haunted is that she used her Mold powers to bring some antique porcelain dolls, other toys, and a vintage department store mannequin to life to help her with the business in her old age. (She was already old when she joined the Cabinet in the 1930s.)
Imagine being a meth addict and breaking into the place at night for cash, and you think there's a person there, counting cash, but you get a good look and there's just a static mannequin. You could have sworn you saw movement though. You look away, and when you look back it isn't there. You whirl around, wondering where the mannequin went, but there's this 50s women's face painted onto a plastic mannequin, with unsettlingly lifelike eyes that you realize aren't painted on at all, leaning in just inches from your face. As you run to get the fuck out of there, antique dolls track your movements with their heads. (Don't worry, they don't hurt anyone, they just like to troll people.)
3. The OG member of the Cabinet and an old fly-fishing buddy of Mayor Malder, an old Southern gentleman named Samuel Clemens. Yes, that Samuel Clemens, the one who's better known by his pen name, Mark Twain. His mold powers allow him to heal any wound instantly, on him or on another Mold-touched individual. Heck, maybe if Ethan Winters swings around town he could get his fingers back! His healing powers are like a more potent and versatile version of Ethan Winters' ability to pour hydrogen peroxide on a severed limb and reattach it, fully functional, in 30 seconds by pressing the stump and the limb together like he's trying to glue something at the arts-and-crafts table. Both Samuel and Ethan's toolkit have one important thing in common, though: G U N
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"Pecker, I just might!"
4. Wally Wyman, owner of the local (small) amusement park, Wally's Wonderland. Wally's Wonderland has a sort of "Babes In Toyland" vibe, lots of nutcracker-type antique toy soldiers and other copyright-friendly symbols of childhood joy. He's also the local mechanic who runs Wally's Garage, and his Mold powers include the ability to imbue Mold consciousness into mechanical items. His car, a 1932 Cord 812, is alive and named Henrietta after Wally's mother. The last time someone tried to steal Henrietta's parts, Wally had to convince her to spit the thief out, as she's got flesh and blood under the upholstery and metal and took offense to a meth addict trying to pull her grille off for the scrap metal value. (She's not like Christine. Although she IS pretty attached to Wally, there's more of a platonic "exasperated middle-aged dad/chaos gremlin nine-year-old girl" kind of relationship between them)
The old animatronics at Wally's Wonderland are also alive, and although locals know they are, they act like cheap, unrealistic animatronics for the tourists who stop for chili dogs, go-kart racing, octopus rides, teacup rides, cotton candy, an arcade so old all its games are now nostalgic and retro (Anyone for a game of Street Fighters I? What about Pong?), and the pride and joy of the park, "Devil's Twister", the only British-style helter-skelter amusement park ride in the United States! (It's a slide. That's what a Helter Skelter is. It's a spiraling slide you go down on a little mat. Also the name of a banger Beatles song!)
There's also the Order Of The Pale God, an honest-to-God 19th century secret society a la the Odd Fellows, which is a syncretic mixture of the normal 19th century secret society occultism and very heavy influences (and membership) from the Northern Paiute tribe of Native Americans, who have lived in the area (and known about the Mold) for millennia. As you can probably expect, they worship the Pale God. They also do soup kitchens, run several nonprofits, and generally do their level best to ensure the vibes in town are as immaculate as possible. It is their duty, and their calling. The Pale God demands His supplicants and denizens be happy and content, for only then can He be happy and content as well. The Head Of The Order is a certain William Pamahas, a half-Northern-Paiute-half-white person who founded the Order all the way back in the 19th century, and has been rewarded by the Pale God with long life.)
I'd imagine this place would send Chris Redfield into conniptions because there is CLEARLY bioweapon activity going on but everyone's OK with it??? And there aren't any mysterious disappearances or confirmed kills???? At all????????
I'd imagine he first gets alerted that orbital bioweapon detector scan things have detected a large accumulation of Metamycete in Oregon, so he investigates the town closest to the center. One of the BSAA interns is actually from Devil's Butte but never figured out anything was amiss when they lived there, and is just like "Damn, Jack Malder is still mayor? Man, he's been mayor for as long as anyone can remember!"
And Chris decides to go investigate in person, gets treated with hostility by everyone in town who's in on the secret and quite a few people who aren't (because ACAB here in Oregon), and gets gaslit by Wally's boys when he pokes around to investigate. Imagine Chris going there and asking questions, and The Boys (as the townsfolk know the animatronics) are trolling him by using their internal Mold reservoirs to make their proportions just slightly off every time Chris looks away: he turns away and as he turns he realizes that the Tin Soldier animatronic is looking right at him with an unsettlingly realistic grin with actual teeth that are too long and too numerous, and then when he double-takes the Soldier's face is normal.
EDIT: Sunshine Daniels has to wear very thick gloves at all times, because her Mold power is that she can give a contact high to anyone she makes skin-to-skin contact with, like through a handshake.
ANOTHER EDIT: The Devil's Twister in Wally's Wonderland has a somewhat tinny PA system which plays "Helter-Skelter" by the Beatles on loop. At the exit of the ride, behind theft-proof bulletproof glass with an honestly comedic amount of locks (most of which are just there for show, it's a couple of expensive German locks that do most of the security), lies Wally's greatest achievement: a binding legal document from Columbia Records giving him rights to use the song on his ride in perpetuity, made possible by writing John Lennon and Paul McCartney a letter back in the 60s, asking if he could use it, and the Beatles thought it was cool that there was a helter-skelter in America so they persuaded the execs to allow it, but only for this one tiny little ride in the middle of nowhere (the execs thought they were so clever)
It's theft-proof because meth heads + out-of-the-way area + signed document bearing the signatures of two of the four Beatles = someone not in their right mind looking at this marvel of achievement of the common man's victory over suits in boardrooms, hands trembling from withdrawal, and seeing nothing but dollar signs.
YET ANOTHER EDIT: The hobo who tried to strip Henrietta for parts was fine, just slightly bruised around the midriff where the hood got him and in desperate need of new pants. The local police are vaguely aware of the whole mold thing, but the general consensus among them
STILL ANOTHER EDIT: The local police are considered A-OK by townsfolk, because they're Good Old Town Boys (And Girls And Nonbinary) and the town's adoption of improved screening has done wonders in ensuring that corrupt psychos never get a badge in HIS town. Devil's Butte PD still do foot patrols, an extreme rarity among post-1950s US police forces, are given (informal) training in de-escalation, and are equipped similarly to 1950s police forces: no tanks and assault rifles to be found, only revolvers and spiffy Norman Rockwell uniforms! (They do have bulletproof vests, though, but they're the subtle kind for under the shirt to decrease intimidation factor without compromising protection.) Furthermore, since the foot patrol beat cops most often have stations and patrols in the neighborhood(s) they live in, this incentivizes good behavior as it would be rather awkward as an off-duty cop talking to your next door neighbor over the fence like a pair of 1950s dads and suddenly having to explain why he saw you taking bribes.
The townsfolk don't like authority figures from outside town, though, as they are keenly aware they've got the singular, only-of-its-kind American police department that actually serves and protects instead of shooting people because acorns fall on the shiny cop cars. The town's general feeling in regards to the feds in general and the BSAA in particular is "Fuck off, we're doing just fine on our own. Glory to the Pale God and contentment be upon us."
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comradeghosty · 2 months
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Should've Been Me
Sabo angst fic
Summary:
Sabo maintains the idea that he could've saved Ace, blaming himself for his amnesia and absence during the events of Marineford.
Tags: angst, panic attacks, vomiting, suicidal thoughts, guilt, self-hatred, referenced character death, canon universe
!!! 16+ !!!
I also posted it on AO3
The sound of running water echoed in his ears. Sabo stood at the sink, cold, wet hair dripping onto the marble countertop. His knuckles were white as he gripped the edge, and his fingertips pressed harshly into the porcelain. Ragged breaths ripped from his lungs as he looked at himself in the mirror. Boy was he a sight, like something out of a horror film. Strands of sopping hair dripped down over his face, slightly covering his dark eyes. The red, tight scar stretched irritatingly over his left eye and cheek. It peered angrily from under his blonde curls, and Sabo grit his teeth.
There was a tightness in his chest as he glared at his reflection. The man in the mirror was empty. A husk, a shell. A broken fury reflected back at the man who barely knew who he was. It was a cruel joke, some sort of punishment for something in a past life. 
He feared that the guilt would eat him alive, that it would rot him from the inside out. Fear and self loathing nestled deep in his chest. It settled like a fungus between his lungs, where every breath in and every breath out spread the spores throughout his body. They spread until it consumed his heart, till it consumed his muscles and throat and brain. Sabo splashed cold water on his face again, sloshing the liquid around the countertop and floor.
“Why?” he gritted out. The word sounded broken and garbled, as if he had a mouthful of glass. Never before had a man wished so badly to be able to cry. He rested his elbows on the counter, cradling his head in his hands and pressing his palms into his eye sockets. The pressure was uncomfortable, albeit grounding. 
Amnesia. That’s what he was diagnosed with by the Revolutionary doctors after his accident. Fucking amnesia. Loss of all his dearest memories, his friends, his family- Dadan and Luffy and Ace. If only he hadn’t tried to leave Goa. If only he had waited, left when he was older. Such a stupid thing done out of anger, spite. Stupid, stupid, stupid. 
Sabo looked up at his reflection again, cursing the man staring back at him. He wished he could die, that he could give himself in place of his brother. Knowing that Luffy was there, struggling and trying so desperately to save Ace while Sabo was hiding in Baltigo. He was so fucking useless, going into a coma and not being able to comfort or help Luffy after Ace was executed. 
What did Ace think about when he was dying? Did he think about how he was going to leave Luffy all alone? Was he expecting to see Sabo in the afterlife? The thoughts pierced Sabo’s heart with so much agony and grief, his knees felt weak. The man slowly shrank down to the floor. Wetness from the spilled water soaked through his pants, leaving a stinging coldness against his skin. Ace died without even knowing Sabo still lived, and Sabo would regret that for the rest of his life. 
Strength left his body and he laid down fully on the floor, curling into the fetal position and hugging himself. His blonde hair fanned against the dirty floor as his body was overwhelmed by shakes and shallow breaths. 
“You’re such a fucking coward,” he whispered to himself. “You don’t deserve to be their brother.”
He would’ve been there. Sabo maintained that thought. He would’ve showed up for his brothers. But he didn’t. He wasn’t there when they needed him. Their big brother was absent. And now Luffy suffers alone and Ace is dead. Sabo wished again that he had died instead, that he could’ve taken that blow for Ace. 
It wouldn’t have changed much anyways. Luffy and Ace believed him to be dead, so it wouldn’t have even really mattered if he died. His brothers had such a strong bond, growing stronger in Sabo’s absence and further as pirates, but he didn’t share in that growth. Sabo’s growth with the two stopped the moment that he stole that ship and tried to set sail. He did that to himself, abandoning that bond with his brothers. Grief rippled through his bones again. Greedy, he was a greedy man. A wet sob escaped his lips and echoed in the small bathroom. Sabo felt insignificant. Who was he to grieve so heavily when he abandoned his brothers in the first place? Coward.
Strands of golden hair littered the cold, wet floor of the bathroom as Sabo’s hands found purchase there. He didn’t even realize he was doing it, so lost in his own hysteria that his mind and body no longer synced in thought and action. He deserved it, whatever misery came his way. Guilt festered in his body, his bones and blood and hair and flesh. Every cell in his body radiated white hot loathing. It hurt badly, worse than his accident, worse than anything his biological family ever did. Sabo did this to himself.
Bile rose in his throat and he barely had enough time to drag himself over to the toilet before spilling the nonexistent contents of his stomach. He hadn’t been able to eat much since finding out that he let his brother be killed. The cold porcelain of the seat pressed into his cheek. His body was spent, wracked with so much anguish. He didn't even realize when Koala had come into the bathroom, pulling Sabo against her. He barely recognized the movements of her lips and remained unable to recognize the words coming out of it. 
He felt as if he was outside of his body, the guilt and grief finally expelling him from the flesh. Banished, he looked on as Koala called Hack to help her lift Sabo and carry him to the hospital bed. He could hear them speak, whispering concerns about him and hushed sentiments of pity. Sabo wished for nothingness, his body wracked with exhaustion. As they laid him down, one of the revolutionary doctors gave him a quick working sedative, and Sabo found himself finally starting to drift to nothingness and relief. 
After Sabo was under, Koala and Hack stood by his bed. They felt awful for their friend, knowing that the shock shook his psyche so badly. Both of the revolutionaries sat there for a while, watching over him as he finally rested, hoping that Sabo could find it in himself to forgive himself one day.
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queer-cosette · 1 year
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Reading about other people’s sensory issues a lot of the time for me is like. understanding the concept but just not relating at all. like don’t get me wrong I have sensory issues but the more other people explain what theirs are, the more I wonder if it’s a different-neurodivergence-based difference, or if I in particular am just a fucking freak. Not bothered by turtlenecks or chokers but most ‘general sensory-issue comfort foods’ make me hork uncontrollably. No problem with velvet or rough porcelain but one time I had a shutdown that was entirely triggered by looking (not even touching. looking) at a weirdly textured tree fungus. What is happening up in here
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fairnightmare · 9 months
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Pendulum Project
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[Pictured above: Oliver Pendulum, Main character for the Pendulum story] Me: makes characters for a stupid little story/comic I want to write Also me: becomes too indulged in creating the characters for this story, and all the creatures they are. Introducing Enoki the Gnome and Silver “Fog” Chase
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About Enoki and Gnomes: Gnomes in the Pendulum universe grow mushrooms or flowers on their head a few days after they’re born, the plant/fungus of which determines their name.  Enoki is a special case, as it uses a giant Fly Agaric mushroom on its head to protect it from rain. Enoki uses It/She pronouns, and is based off of a garden Gnome! Gnomes reproduce asexually in-universe, making new gnomes out of clay, rocks, glass or porcelain, with small felt clothes that are usually brown, green and/or yellow (so, earthy tones!) (Enoki is made out of porcelain!) Without her hat, Enoki has enoki mushrooms sprouting out of her head! Hence her name being “Enoki” About Silver “Fog” Chase and Poltergeists: Fog is a Poltergeist, through-and-through. They use They/them pronouns. Fog was raised by an Elf and a Werewolf, so don’t exactly know about their powers, nor can control them enough to be ‘useful’.
Unless you count constant fog following them wherever they go as useful (Hence the nickname “Fog”). Poltergeists aren’t the dead, they are just a species that exists. They are in-tune with nature- Such as the land, sky and air, and often are able to manipulate the elements to benefit them and others.
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