Mushrooms releasing spores into the wind. Captured by Paul Stamets

some pictures i’ve taken under the microscope lately <3

(these are my photos, please don’t use without credit)

𝔄 𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔬 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔭𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡. 𝔇𝔲𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔐𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪𝔰 𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔬𝔫 𝔦𝔱.

📷 ℑ𝔤𝔬𝔯 𝔖𝔦𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔠𝔷

I suspect the answer to a lot of life’s mysteries is fungus. 

Cordyceps

Acrylic, posca on wood

12" x 5.25"

2023

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have you read The Lost Metal yet? would you consider doing Twinsoul for an Inktober?

I have and I did. :D

27 - spores 

Since Prasanva or Twinsoul kind of fit the inktober prompt, so yeah, why not? This here obviously took some inspiration from @botanica_xu s version of him. He is a lovely and pleasant character.  His tea cup ended up looking a bit like Tress‘ ones and from that the story was spun of Hoid at a paint your ceramic thing shop, making a series of cups to present random nice people in the cosmere. And how he probably gave that to someone in the Ghostbloods because he suspected it would piss their leader off, if he knew it was a present from him. 😄 maybe there’s a cup in for every colour. I wonder who has the others.

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Charakter sketch for Prasanva or Twinsoul from the waist up, depicting him as a small, old, wiry man, with brown skin and a fluffy white beard around his mouth and chin. He as a receding hairline, but here are still, a short mane of wavy, white hair wafting of the back of his head. He wears a dress shirt, neck tied with a yellow ascot, under an orange vest with a paisley pattern. A long necklace of pink stone beads hangs around his neck. In one hand he olds a tea cup with a small pink butterfly over a pinke ocean waves. The other he holds up over his head, long, rose colored crystals jutting from his thumb and index finger holding a tiny ball of metal between them. He critically gazes at that ball through specs made form the same crystal, which have formed on his face, crystalline vines leading like veins up to the construct glasses.

Mycosynthesis 

darius greene / ghost owl attic

Imagining (unknowingly) being a host for an alien fungus of some kind that reproduces through spores and gas and slowly changes my body to accommodate it's needs. It starts fairly innocent, I'm just pretty gassy for a few days and it will probably go away soon. But it doesn't. The bloated belly on my slim figure is getting harder to ignore with each passing day, growing more and more, spores multiplying every hour. I feel constant bubbling in my guts, and it's getting louder. It's starting very hard to control my farts and burps, sometimes a loud PPFFRRRRTT just slips out of my ass, and all that's left for me do is blush and apologize, while rubbing my stomach to try and calm it down. After several days of farting and belching at the office workplace (and getting scolded for it) , i notice that my appetite has increased ten times, and despite my stomach being constantly full with gas, i find myself always very hungry, and I feel the need to be constantly stuffed to the brim with food too. My body, especially ass, thighs and belly quickly gain a thick layer of fat, and the cheap fast food diet, of course, makes my gas situation even worse, and the alien fungus in my gut finally decides that I'm ready to spread it's spores. Almost no clothes can fit my bloated figure now, and what does fit, covers very little of it. I can't stop myself for blasting nasty gas from both ends everywhere i go, unknowingly spreading gassy spores to unsuspecting people around me who just thought I was a slobby weirdo.

My huge, stretched stomach constantly sounds like a bubbling cauldron with all of the glorps and gurgles, and i constantly feel myself ready to blow up, unless I release some pressure from my guts. I quickly grow to enjoy this feeling though, and become really proud of my gross behavior, spores probably influencing me to be a more proactive host.

After another week, almost all people in the office where I worked at, cannot stop themselves from blasting ass every minute or so too, clutching their huge bloated bellies, although none of them are even close to being as huge as I am. Absolutely no signs left that I was quite skinny and petite a month ago or so.

I absolutely love all of the attention I'm getting now from passerbys and random strangers when they see my unbelievably bloated form and hear my loud ass from miles away. Being constantly bloated, farting, belching, releasing thick clouds of gas almost every moment of my life is truly the life i've always desired... Even if these thoughts are not entirely mine. 🍄

a little herbalist gobbo

I dropped one of my petri dishes with a mold culture in it and the spores flew absolutely everywhere. Everything in the lab was dusted with a coat of spores and I became mortified by how hard this would be to clean up.

My last illustration for RadioTimes magazine for the Drama: “Spores” A psychological horror story set in rural Wales amid the mysterious world of mycelium. Written and created by Marietta Kirkbride.

Pink-spored mushroom