#Scarlet elf cup

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[moomeecore]

mushrooms! click 4 full view

[lost-harts]

December 2023

[thegorgonist]

Days 17 and 18 of Mushroomonth are Scarlet Elf Cup and Bird’s Nest Fungus!

[dansnaturepictures]

March end of month post 1 of 3: Ten of my favourite plant and fungi photos I took in March 2024

Not quite the end of the month yet I know but as my March end of month posts are coming in three parts and I put them together on Thursday I thought I'd post one each night today, tomorrow and Sunday; tomorrow night at a similar time the post on ten of my favourite landscape and sky photos I took this month shall post and on Sunday ten of my favourite wildlife photos I took this month.

The photos in this set are of; daffodils and hyacinth at Lakeside Country Park, scarlet elf cup and jelly ear at Testwood Lakes, yellow fieldcap at Portland Bill, snake's-head fritillaries at Lakeside Country Park a sensation of my month as it often is in March, daffodil in Romsey, periwinkle in Winchester, wood anemone at Lakeside and common whitlowgrass at Denny Wood in the New Forest.

What a joy it has been to watch many more colourful floral delights emerge in March, many of them early in the theme of the year. Red and white deadnettle, speedwell, seas of lesser celandine, green alkanet, snowflakes, opposite-leaved golden saxifrage, herb-Robert, gorse, bluebells, primroses, ivy-leaved toadflax, cowslips, violet, daisies and dandelions have been other highlights as spring firmly took its grip. It's interesting that this is my fourth spring of really being into flowers and looking to identify all I've seen etc and whilst I'm so much more used to the species now there's always something to learn and I've seen some new ones this month which stood out so it always feels good. Turkey tail was another mushroom I saw a bit of this month as it was pleasant to encounter a few about.

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scarlet elf cup 🍄

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not the best photo and they are quite small and have been nibbled BUT I saw my first scarlet elf cups out in the wild!!

it looks like there'll probably be a fairly big patch of them in a few weeks (there were lots of tiny babies around) but I doubt I'll harvest any. they are apparently not that tasty and they are SO cute so are better left for everyone to admire!

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Market scene this time! Featuring: An Actual Background 

[lindagoesmushrooming]

Scarlet Elf Cups (Sarcoscypha coccinea) and Ruby Elf Cups (Sarcoscypha austriaca) (indistinguishable without microscopy) are one of the few Spring mushrooms that are also edible. They have a mild taste (when overcooked, can become flavourless). They can be gently pan-fried in a little oil/ butter or used in a stew, and they make a nice addition to pasta and rice dishes, or fried eggs.

If you're out looking for them, Elf Cups enjoy wet, muddy places (often close to a stream), and they grow on fallen twigs, rotting wood, under dead leaves but can be easily spotted because of their bright red color.

[lost-harts]

January 2024

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Scarlet elf cup fungus (Sarcoscypha coccinea) amongst Opposite-leaved golden-saxifrage (Chrysosplenium oppositifolium)

Photo by Robert Thompson

[dansnaturepictures]

02/03/2024-Testwood Lakes

Pictures taken here today in this set are of; eyecatching Cormorants, a prepossessing female Marsh Harrier which I got an extraordinary view of flying over and putting up the waterfowl a special moment with a bird I love, magical scarlet elf cup mushrooms which I enjoyed seeing, beautiful views on a great time here, one of three Roe Deers I got excellent views of, mercury, Lapwing a key bird seen and heard with their pleasant "pee-wit" calls today and some smashing jelly ear or wood ear fungi it was sensational to see loads of on a tree near the scarlet elf cups I enjoyed seeing them my first ever. Other highlights here today were Shoveler, Gadwall, Greylag Goose, Oystercatcher, Great Crested Grebes, two Mute Swans fighting with another nearby which I could hear from the hide from the other side of the water the splashes and flaps strongly audible, amazing views of a wonderful Cetti's Warbler hearing their distinctive call well too, Ring-necked Parakeets, Stock Dove, male Bullfinch, Goldcrest, Blue Tit, Long-tailed Tit and gorgeous daffodils and primroses.

[madschiavelique]

Hiii! Could I request some angst/fluff jealousy headcanons with Rolan, Raphael, Haarlep, Karlach and whoever else you think might work? For f! (Or gn) tiefling Tav

hi love!! i'm so sorry i took so freaking long but the burnout is insane and i'm trying to get back into both art and writing but i hope this will be good <33

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ characters : rolan, haarlep, raphael, karlach

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ content warning : mention of threesome (not actual threesome), mostly fluff, these are super soft, fem!reader, no use of y/n

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ words : 2102 ( between 444 and 600 per characters)

( not proofread, english is not my first language ☆)

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ rolan : 

Rolan wants to pretend that he's not affected by anything, to keep his composure no matter how much his brothers and sisters tease him. However, he is far from indifferent when he sees someone trying to win you over using his own magical territory.

An elf magician was trying his luck by talking to you, surely thinking that an ‘exotic’ creature like a tiefling had probably never seen a magic trick. He was trying to charm you with coloured sparkles in the air sprouting from his fingers, letting little fireworks dance before your eyes.

His tricks were nothing extraordinary, but the braggadocio with which the elf tried to win you over as if you were an easy mark left a bitter taste in Rolan's mouth.

This pathetic amateur was displaying classic spells, ones you'd obviously seen before. But he had the nerve to get a little closer to you with each trick.

It was when he pulled a rose out from behind your ear that Rolan couldn't stand still. 

A shower of scarlet petals fell from the sky. You looked up at the ceiling of the tower hall, but no one was throwing them, they were all coming down like snow from nowhere. 

With a flick of the wrist, a few falling petals joined together to form two wreaths that impaled themselves on your horns.

Rolan calmly walked over to you, a smile and a triumphant attitude to his gesture as the elf seemed to blush with shame.

“If you're trying to charm someone who's worth more than anything your miserable centuries of existence have brought you, you'd better crown her like the queen she is.”

The elf didn't even say a word, glaring at him before leaving with a hasty step, Rolan watching him until he disappeared behind the tower doors. His gaze fell once more on yours, who also looked as triumphant as ever.

“Like the queen she is, hm?” you repeated.

Rolan's cheeks turned from poppy to cherry, the shelves and tiles in the tower suddenly looking very interesting.

“He had no right to take you for a fool,” he muttered.

You smiled, taking one of the crowns on your horns and placing it around one of his. You cupped his face and kissed him lovingly, pulling away from his lips to look into his eyes.

“All the other wizards may try, only you can enchant me.”

You kissed him on the forehead, moving to the reception desk to greet a customer as you said: 

“Oh and,” you pointed to your flower crown, smiling, “I like these rings,’.

Rolan covered his face with his hands as he turned redder than ever.

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ raphael : 

Raphael knows that he has nothing to worry about when it comes to being jealous, because you're faithful to him and he only has eyes for you.

However, he's well aware that the fact that you're his partner can lead to a few mischievous people trying to get at you for various reasons.

The first, of course, is to use you as leverage for Raphael. They think you're his weakness, and while that's not entirely untrue, he doesn't want to involve you in his affairs.

Others simply want to push him to his limits, pester him until he loses his temper.

And others try to get close to you to try to influence you and get Raphael to do things for them. They know that in his darkest moments you're the light that holds him in place, and they try to play on that.

But he knows that no matter how hard they try to make him flinch through you, it's futile.

However, he can't help feeling annoyed when, once again, when Mizora is visiting him on business, she keeps ogling you.

Every visit was like that, with her making undisguised advances towards you, observing every outfit you wore and remarking on those you'd worn before, telling you that she'd buy you some better clothes to suit the beauty you were.

Raphael wanted you to be well dressed; he presented you with a variety of outfits and it was up to you to choose them. It didn't matter to him, you looked stunning in every outfit after all. But it was insulting that Mizora tried to tell him how his taste was awful through her advances to you.

He watched Mizora's insistence from his desk, her behind you, grabbing you by the shoulders to whisper something. Her tail wrapped around your waist, and that was too much.

"Mizora, I think your business here is finished for the moment, I'll study the file you've brought. I've got things to do for now, and I suppose you've got a busy schedule yourself. I'm not showing you the way out, you must surely know it by now."

Mizora gave a dry huff, looking Raphael up and down with annoyance.

"Perhaps your little love could show me the way back ?" she teasingly suggested, looking at you like you were her next meal.

"Don't you have other tortured souls in need of help to care to ?" he sighed, unamused by her comment.

She hummed, frowning at him before disappearing in thin air.

Raphael was about to say something, his lips parted, but you cut him off.

"By the Nine Hells, I thought she'd never end," you sighed loudly in annoyance, slamming the book you were clutching brutally and putting it back on the shelf.

To say that Raphael was surprised was an understatement; he looked at you, mouth agape and eyes wide as you approached him.

"To think she can defeat the master of charm at his own art, in his own house," you said, one of your hands resting on his chest as your middle and index fingers mimicked two legs going up to his shoulder, "devils truly think they can win it all, can't they?’’

He smiled, one of his hands coming to rest on the small of your back to press you closer to him. His free hand came to grip your chin, his thumb caressing the skin of your lower lip.

"I did win it all, didn't I, my little mouse ?"

You smiled, kissing just the corner of his lips without ever touching them.

"I could say the same, my devil."

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ haarlep : 

To think an incubus would be jealous would be ironic, especially for Haarlep. They have taken so many lovers, are not attached to anyone, and their very nature generally isn’t used to making attachments that pull that hard on the strings of their desire-red heart.

Except you. You’re obviously the only one that matters to them, the only one that actually considered them as something more than an object of lust but as a real being.

This connection is something they want to protect, to keep as theirs, as the only thing they ever considered they could have for themselves.

So obviously they are not much of a fan of the fact the Archivist is trying to hit on you.

Being stuck in the House of Hope, they spend their time like they can, and most of the time they spend it with you. Not just because they love you but because you’re the best company they had in an eternity.

And this idiot thinks he has the right to come near you like that.

They see him, trying to have your hands touch when you’re reaching for a tome in the archives. They see how he tries to get closer to you to show you an inscription in one of the many books in the stacked shelves of the room.

However their patience runs thin when you climb on the ladder to get to the higher tomes, and he keeps it steady while his eyes are shamelessly on your ass.

“Little one ?” they call, “why don’t you come over here and read to me ?”

Without questioning them, you go down the ladder under the confused eyes of the Archivist. You walk up to Haarlep, sitting next to him as you open the book, but he stops you before you even start.

“Come on, love, you know you’ve got a much better sit than that.”

They pat their lap, and with a little smile you sit on them. They lace their arms around your waist instantly, pressing their cheek against your neck as they hug you and you start your read.

They keep their eyes planted in his as they press a kiss on your neck that makes you giggle, placing pecks on your skin and making you laugh.

“Are you even listening to me ?” you ask, turning to them with a smile.

“Of course I am,” they assure you, one of their hands coming to caress your cheek before softly kissing your lips. “Please, continue.”

As you set more comfortably against them and continue reading, Haarlep’s eyes go back to the Archivists who’s biting the inside of his cheek.

You’re too immersed in the tome to notice how Haarlep is glaring at the Archivist, their tail circling around your ankle.

It’s silent, Haarlep wouldn’t dare to interrupt you again while you’re reading, but their eyes speak for it all : Mine.

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ karlach : 

Karlach isn’t jealous that easily, she trusts you more than anyone in this world after all. she knows you care for her, more than anyone ever did, and most importantly you’re the person she trusts the most.

she has more complicated matters to worry about than you being interested in someone else, such as her heart problems. so naturally, she is not jealous that easily.

One evening, however, you were staying in an inn for the night. You had gone to the counter to collect your orders, as the old couple running the inn had become less adaptable and lively and were no longer serving the food. 

There were quite a few people there that evening, and the little children helped them as best they could. It was while you were waiting at the counter that another tiefling struck up a conversation with you.

Karlach was watching you from afar as she sat at your table, seeing you smile, then laugh as the stranger chatted with you. 

Suddenly her heart felt cold. It was obvious that the man was trying to flirt with you, whispering something in your ear, and you were doing almost nothing to interrupt him or push him away.

The orders finally arrived, and you came back to the table smiling.

"You won't believe the conversation I just had," you began excitedly.

Karlach thought you were going to dwell on the fact that he was funny, funnier than her, better than her in your eyes. 

“Oh yeah ?” she asked nevertheless before taking a sip of her freshly arrived ale, never wanting to break your happiness.

“Yeah! He tried flirting with me, and when he asked if he could buy me a drink, I told him I was taken already.”

Karlach’s shoulders untensed instantly, whatever fear or doubt she had about herself vanished in the air.

“As if he had a chance with you,” she laughed along.

“You don’t know the best part yet,” you leaned towards her to lower your tone, “he asked me if the one I was with was the super hot tiefling lady at my table.”

Karlach blushed as she heard that, hearing from the mouth of other people that she was hot - other than literally hot - always felt so unusual.

“What happened next ?” she asked, leaning towards you as well to hear you better.

“I said yes, and he came to whisper to my ears,” you leaned towards her until your lips were grazing her ear, “would you two be interested in a threesome ?”

Her mouth fell open, the sensation of your lips on her ear like so and the lust-filled suggestion whispered to her was almost enough to make her forget about her previous worries.

You pulled back, grabbing your fork and knife to start your food. “I gently pushed him off, that doesn’t interest me, especially when I have the best partner I could ever wish for. He’s gonna have a hard time being better than best.”

Karlach’s heart was ablaze again, fueled up for the entire night, hells, the entire week.

“I can still make sure you get your ride tonight, sweetheart.” She suggested, tilting her head to the side.

“Finally an offer I can take,” you smiled, bringing your cup of wine to your lips as your eyes set on hers.

“How long till you’re done eating ?”

“Five minutes.”

“Poor owners, they might have to buy a new bed after us.” she laughed.

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“And that bright star near the horizon is the arm of The Archer,” Legolas declared, leaning so close to Gimli that their cheeks practically touched, extending his elegant hand toward the night sky. Gimli nodded absently, not quite keeping up with the elf’s eager explanation of the constellations, instead finding himself distracted by the proximity of his companion.

For optimal star viewing, the pair had stolen away from the fire where the fellowship had gathered for the evening and discovered a more secluded place to set up. Gimli had made himself cozy atop a rock, and Legolas was perched on his knees beside him, bringing them eye to eye with one another. The dwarf smiled fondly as Legolas gushed on about the various constellations, shifting slightly as a warm sensation churned through his belly. Gimli was well aware of his crush on the Mirkwood Prince—he’d been smitten ever since the Council of Elrond—but he’d never had the chance to enjoy the finer details of the elf from such a close distance. He could feel his heartbeat begin to pick up as his eyes wandered freely over Legolas’s body. Gimli had never before noticed the sheen of his golden hair, the way it seemed to glow even in the dark of night. He’d never admired the definition of Legolas’s collarbone, which protruded ever so slightly from the deep neckline of his evening shirt. He hadn’t been given the chance to discover the pink hue of the elven lips, which looked particularly enticing bathed in the ethereal light of—

“Master Dwarf, are you listening to me?” Gimli jerked backward in surprise, blushing fiercely.

“My apologies, I s-seemed to have lost my focus,” he sputtered, painfully aware that his companion had most definitely noticed his staring. They gazed at each other wide-eyed and shy, uncertain of what would come next. The seconds stretched on into eternity. Legolas’s ears flushed a deep scarlet, and he took a shaky breath before uttering his next words so softly that Gimli had to strain to hear them.

“Do you like what you see?” The dwarf’s eyebrows shot up as a swooping sensation passed through him. Was the elf flirting with him? Gimli swallowed, summoning all the charisma and charm he could muster.

“There are many beautiful stars in the night sky tonight, but none more fair than you, my prince.” The blonde let out a surprised giggle, threading his fingers through his hair as he digested the implication of Gimli’s words. He parted his lips to speak, then closed them again, searching for the proper response. His eyes softened, and he leaned towards Gimli as though he were about to confess a secret.

“You make my heart thunder within my chest,” he whispered, his mouth near enough to the dwarf to send shivers down his spine. Unable to stop himself, Gimli’s focus shifted once again to the alluring pink lips that smiled so sweetly at him. Legolas watched him, eyes flicking between meeting his gaze and the dwarven mouth. Ever so slowly, they leaned in. When they were just a hair's width apart, Legolas froze and tensed, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I must confess that I have never done this before,” he murmured so close to him that Gimli could taste his breath. “Will you teach me?”

Gimli's breath hitched at the elf's words, his heart pounding. Slowly, he raised a calloused hand to cup the side of the elf's face, his thumb gently brushing against the soft skin. Legolas leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering open to meet Gimli's gaze, filled with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty.

"There's nothing to it, lad," Gimli whispered, his voice rough but tender. "Just follow your heart, and let it guide you."

With that, he closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a tentative, gentle kiss. Legolas responded hesitantly at first, but as the moments passed, he grew bolder, his lips moving against Gimli's with increasing confidence. The warmth of the elf's mouth, the softness of his lips, it was everything Gimli had imagined and more. The stars above seemed to shine brighter, the night air filled with an electric charge as they lost themselves in each other.

Legolas’s lips were like the softest velvet, tasting faintly of the sweet wine they had shared earlier. Gimli felt a rush of sensations he had never experienced before, a thrilling mix of nervous excitement and profound tenderness. The elf’s hands, delicate yet strong, found their way to the broad dwarven shoulders, pulling him closer as if afraid to let go. Gimli’s fingers threaded through the silky strands of Legolas’s hair, marveling at it’s smoothness. Time stood still as they melted into each other.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting together as they shared a quiet moment of intimacy. Gimli could see the stars reflected in Legolas's eyes, and for the first time, he understood the elf's fascination with them. They were a beautiful, warm, and infinite, just like the bond that was beginning to grow between them.

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Scarlet Elf Cups near Slevin's Lake, Co. Westmeath, Ireland

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Found some Scarlet elf cups