#Porcelain fungus

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Porcelain Fungus (Oudemansiella mucida), New Forest National Park, Hampshire, England.

Photographer: Guy Edwardes.

[jamboreeartsupplies]

Acorn Anne visits some Mulberry trees that are in need of healing. please send a small offering of dry, warm air through your closest fairy ring and Acorn Anne will direct it to the leaves of both trees. thank you for your cooperation 🫡

[lost-fool-wandering]

Slizečka porcelánová /  Oudemansiella mucida /  porcelain fungus

-L.F.

[mushroomgay]

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.

[fungitopia]

Found this hedgerow with so many trees covered in Porcelain fungus! It was so magical.

[mycosprite]

Porcelain Fungus Oudemansiella mucida

[krscblw]

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!)

[charmandabear]

What’s the “Gale is a door” fic that haunts you?? Bc I don’t think I’ve read that?!? 🤧

OH MY GOD so it's called Gale of Waterdoor by Porcelain and I don't even know if I have the words to describe it. I don't think I can give my feelings on it without spoilers, so I'll drop those below the cut, but up here I'll just say that it's a) remarkably well written, and 2) it goes places you wouldn't expect.

Anyway, I'll put my unfiltered thoughts below the cut, with the assumption that you've already read it (mostly bc I don't feel like summarizing) so if you haven't, it'll have emotional spoilers but not plot spoilers if that makes sense lmao.

I still think about this fic and get GENUINELY ANGRY at Gale. Like I know it's just fanfiction and not actually canonical, but Porcelain captured his personality and the spirit of his character so well that I *absolutely believe* this is something he would do. Like, I'm not a huge Bloodweave girlie, but I don't have anything against it. I personally don't find it very believable, but I can appreciate some well written/drawn/rendered Bloodweave art. But this fic made me borderline hate Bloodweave. Like fuck you, Gale, don't hurt my boy.

I also was never really much of a Gale fan either, I kinda love to hate him hate to love him, you know? Again, nothing against people who love him, and honestly on the surface I find him pretty charming - I had a student describe him as "he grows on you like a fungus" and that couldn't be more true. But I feel like there's a sinister quality to Gale that we don't talk about enough. In the game he plays such a "I'm just a widdle guy" type, but this man has untold power? You can't "I'm just a widdle guy" yourself out of every situation when you literally FUCKED A GODDESS?

Lol anyway this wasn't meant to get into Discourse™️ about Gale, and you're more than welcome to engage in good faith. (If you're a dick you're getting insta blocked. If what I said genuinely bothers you then block me. That simple.)

But yeah the fic is REALLY good and still makes me angry sometimes lmao.

[comradeghosty]

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.

[crevicedwelling]

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.

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Porcelain mushrooms (Oudemansiella mucida), like these “towering” from a beech tree  on Mount Olympus, reach between one and three inches tall.

Photographs by Agorastos Papatsanis

[mirbisduschoen]

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

"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."

[glitterdragonthegreatprotector]

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

Secretly a God AU

Freeing mortal slaves AU

Unlucky Lucky AU

Folklore doug AU

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

[lavendxr-dreams]

Hello friend~! Ik your not currently accepting commissions/requests but I’m going to use the fact that we’re friends and and ask you if you you draw/paint me a rlly simple watercolour mushroom? (btw could you also mail it to me when you finish/become unattached to it?) Thanks~!

-Ukie~

Sure thing ˊˎ˗ Actually, everyone in this blog’s audience is free to send art requests, and I’ll do it if I like the idea.

This mushroom is the porcelain fungus. After filling in my sketch with a light cream color, I added shading and blended it. I also added finer details with a small brush.

There you have it!

[fungitopia]

Photo from a couple of years ago as there's not much shroomage near me at the moment.

Porcelain fungus, Oudemansiella mucida

[queer-cosette]

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