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Christmas Lichen (Cryptothecia rubrocincta)
Taken at Malabar Scrub Sanctuary in Malabar, FL
#christmas lichen#lichen#moss#tree#trees#plant#plants#plant photography#nature#nature photography#photography#florida#florida photograhy#florida photographer#malabar scrub sanctuary#scrub sanctuary#wildlife sanctuary#nature trail#nature trails#nikon camera#nikon photography#nikon d3500#Cryptothecia rubrocincta
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FOTD #086 : christmas wreath lichen! (cryptothecia rubrocincta)
the christmas wreath lichen is a fungus from the family arthoniaceae. the lichen is found in subtropical & tropical areas throughout the south-eastern US, as well as central & south america. it has even been collected a few times in africa :-)
the big question : can i bite it?? i cannot find any info on this !! it is at least not poisonous.
c. rubrocincta description :
"the body of the lichen forms continuous, circular crust-like patches on dead wood, readily recognizable by the prominent red pigment. the older, central region is covered with red, spherical to cylindrical granules. moving outwards from the centre, zones of colour may be distinguished, the first grey-green, the second white, & finally a bright red cottony rim. the red & green colours of this unmistakable woodland lichen give the appearance of a christmas wreath."
[images : source & source] [fungus description : source]
"i was thinking of saving this for christmas, but it's so pretty !! i just couldn't wait. it's been a while since i did a lichen. :-)"
#• fungus of the day !! •#[cryptothecia rubrocincta]#: christmas lichen :#: christmas wreath lichen :#086#||#mycology#mushroom#nature#mushrooms#earth#cottagecore#forestcore#fungus#foraging#fungi#lichen#lichenised fungi#fotd#fungus of the day#cryptothecia rubrocincta#christmas wreath lichen#christmas lichen
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Lichen Photography
I'm not an expert on anything. But within the limits of my camera, closer is better. My hands have always shook and few camera's focal systems can keep up with my hand shake even if the shutter is fast enough to stop the action.
I use cheaters when ever I can.
I Like to use my phone. It is always there. I carry a phone stand as if it is a very limited tripod that fits in the same pocket my phone is in. That isn't to say a real tripod with a cell phone mount wont help at times, but this keeps equipment costs down and simple and the cost of lugging it with you on a trail is very low too.
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#saw various fungi moss and lichens while at my family's for christmas#anyone got any tips on identifying these dudes?#also why are lenses so expensive. all i have is my 18-55 i've had since 2015 and it is killing me.#i just want a nice versatile zoom lens that's roughly the same range but not terrible lmao#if i tried to function with only a 50mm prime i would wither away and perish#gotta be able to change focal length at a moment's notice#but all the decent zoom lenses are twice as much as i paid for the camera body or more
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LINK FEST: 20 DECEMBER 2022
LINK FEST: 20 DECEMBER 2022
Links that may or may not be related to gardens, food, travel, nature, or heterotopias and liminal spaces but probably are. Sources in parentheses. short article: Reindeer Lichen: Food of Santa’s Reindeer (Northern Woodlands) “Reindeer lichens grow very slowly, only 0.2 to 0.4 inch per year, but tend to live a long time – more than 100 years on average. Because of their slow growth rate, if…
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#bird#bird watching#bonsai#cardinal#Christmas#conservatory#flowers#focus#habits#lichen#linkfest#links#Longwood#mistletoe#music#Orangery#parasite#playlist#reindeer lichen
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i <3 decorating envelopes so much but it feels a little silly when i dont really have anywhere to send them to LOL penpal websites are scary...
#its ok my nana wants me to make her some to send to her friends but i like to make them matching the stationery theme of the letter so#ill have to make new ones for her WHICH IS FINE ITS FUN its just that the ones ive made so far do not match#the little mouse one is my fav#idk if i showed you guys the lighthouse one? thats the first one i made#lichenisms#hope that maybe i will get some nice marker pens for christmas like those zebra ones so i can decorate some paper too ^_^ bc the only fancy#stationery i have is strawberry themed and i realized i could make my own!!!
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congrats on 6k fawn!!! Would you be up to writing “009. setting out the snacks for santa and his reindeers. don't forget the milk and cookies for christmas hardest workers!” With spencer, Georgia and reader??? Thank you in advance
I missed Georgia and Spencer so I loved this!!! Thank you for requesting <3
“Daddy, do Rudolphs eat cookies?” Georgia’s three and holding a little plate filled with decorated Christmas cookies.
You’re over at Penelope’s, Henry, Jack and Michael also there for a near annual Christmas cookie party.
Georgia’s focused as she climbs onto Penelope’s purple couch, her little body slipping into Spencer’s lap as she holds a cookie to his lips.
“Like the ones you’re eating?” The boys are busy making their snowmen look like army men to Penelope’s displeasure, but she lets them be.
You and her are nursing a glass of red, eyes on the cookies still in the oven and the ones cooling on the wire rack.
“Yeah! I told the boy at school,” she stumbles through the words as she munches on her cookie. “That they can’t haves cookies, it’s not good for their tummies.”
Spencer smiles, Georgia leans her head in the crook of his elbow, icing smeared on her cheeks.
“That’s right, they eat lots of grass and lichens. It’s easier for them to digest than other foods, especially around this time.”
Georgia, “So I was corrects?”
“Correct,” Spencer amends, Georgia nods.
“But I can still leave the cookies for Santa right?”
Michael heard that part and looks up, “And milk too!”
Spencer nods and Georgia starts on another cookie, licking away the icing first before handing the now soggy cookie off to Spencer who grimaces.
“Lots and lots of cookies too cebause Santa needs energy.” She says, best pleased when Spencer kisses her head.
You ruffle his hair as you lean over the couch, collecting a sticky kiss on your cheek from Georgia and the soggy cookie from Spencer which makes you laugh.
“Ten more minutes till me and Aunt Penny need help decorating.”
The kids aren’t awake by that time, but you and Penny get to decorate your cookies to actually look Christmasy and Spencer gets to admire your tiny daughter snoring in his lap with a muddled blur of red and green icing across her lips.
#spencerreid#spencer reid#spencer reid oneshot#spencer reid drabble#spencer reid one shot#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fanfic#dr spencer reid#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x black reader#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x yn#spencer reid x y/n#post prison!spencer#dad!spencer#dad!spencer reid#inkdrinker’s nutcracker ballet
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@onenicebugperday
My partner got me this amazing "Native Bees of the Western United States" flashcard deck!
The box and cards are beautiful and high quality and you can tell so much love went into it!
The cards include pictures of males, females, and queens/foundresses (if applicable) for the 42 most common species. I love them.
If anyone got any bug-themed holiday gifts, I'd love to see them!
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a christmas card for @lichen-punk
#mash#m*a*s*h#fanart#christmas#digital art#hawkeye#bj hunnicutt#max klinger#radar o'reilly#sherman potter#charles winchester#nurse kellye#father mulcahey#margaret houlihan
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Taken at Malabar Scrub Sanctuary in Malabar, FL
#christmas lichen#lichen#moss#fungus#air plant#plant#plants#plant photography#oak tree#tree#trees#nature photography#photography#florida#florida photographer#florida photography#malabar scrub sanctuary#scrub sanctuary#sanctuary#wildlife sanctuary#nature trail#nature trails#nikon photography#nikond3500
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That kiss with soap in your little christmas/mistletoe drabble was hot af. Those like 2 lines made my 🐈 flutter like crazy. Soap's growl??
Jeez you have some talent!
Truth be told, Red both expected and didn’t expect it. Sure - Johnny was running around with the mistletoe and he was certainly a flirt, but he’d ended up kissing her with a specific kind of hunger.
He smelled good - like hot cider and lichen and the air after a hard rain. He tasted like too sweet eggnog and she’d used that against him in order to pull away. Really - he tasted like bourbon and it made her a dash desperate.
When he crushed his mouth to hers, it felt like a fight. An unexpected sucker punch. His stubble burned against her jaw, his teeth snagged on her lower lip before his tongue teased and dipped and prodded until she allowed it to tangle with hers.
Then - he growled. His blunt nails skidded across her scalp as he fisted her hair. His other hand skated warmth across her lower back. She couldn’t help the whimper that slipped like a secret against his mouth. His eyes open as she did it, his pupils expanding, his brows knitted together like he was in pain. He seemed both surprised and turned on and she hadn’t meant to make that noise because fuck he would never let her live it down and -
She shoved him off, accusing him of drinking too much egg nog. She didn’t know what else to do.
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It's been a while old friend...
Getting back to my ACV video game botany today. Mostly creating carnage trying to outline things in pencil on my Ledercestrescire ferns page tbh, but still, having fun relearning the way I wrote on the other pages!
Maria decided what I needed for Christmas was another game to fixate on, so I've also been sketching plants, lichen and fungi as I come across them in BG3. And Starfield. And started getting our HZD art back together ahead of HFW coming out for PC soon. So now I have soooo many video game botany things to not have time to finish 😂😂😂😭🙃🤣
#video game botany#videogamebotany#ac valhalla#eivors herbarium#Eivor's Herbarium#assassin's creed valhalla#eivor wolfkissed#lady eivor#ferns
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Edmund Dulac's Fairy Tales go to War
Jstor Daily published an article with the catchy title "Edmund Dulac's Fairy Tales go to War". Of course I had to read it. The original article is here if you want to check it out, but I'll still copy-paste it below because it's crazy info. (And given it is quite long I will put two thirds of it under a cut)
Edmund Dulac’s Fairy Tales Go to War One of the best-known illustrators of the “golden age of children’s gift books,” Dulac was also a subtle purveyor of Allied propaganda during the Great War.
By: S. N. Johnson-Roehr and Jonathan Aprea ; December 16, 2022
Once upon a time, there was a young artist named Edmund Dulac, who built his early reputation on his illustrations for J. M. Dent & Company’s 1905 edition of Jane Eyre. Almost instantly, he became a leading name in the book arts, producing illustrations for the Brontë sisters and popular magazines. Annual exhibitions of his drawings and paintings at the Leicester Galleries, London, drew the attention of both the European and American art world. In 1910, critic Evelyn Marie Stuart, writing for Chicago’s The Fine Arts Journal, described his work as “rich with poetry and imagination, and strong in the possession of that decorative element which renders a picture universally pleasing.” His drawings were like "things seen in a vision or a mirage; or traced by the fancy of a child in the lichens on the wall, the water discolorations upon a ceiling, or the light shining through a broken crumpled shade; or, even like the things we try to decipher in the leaping flames and glowing embers of an open fire—many of these delightful sketches suggest to our fancy in some detail a variety of objects."
Dulac’s themes tended toward the fantastical—scenes from the Arabian Nights and Omar Khayyam’s Rubáiyát—with roots in the Pre-Raphaelites and not far removed from the work of Arthur Rackham and Kay Nielsen.
Born in France and naturalized as a British citizen in 1912, Dulac understandably awarded his loyalties to the Allies during the Great War. To support the war effort, he contributed his art and design skills to several charity books, including Princess Mary’s Gift Book and King Albert’s Gift Book, both published in 1914. If there remained any doubts as to his feelings about the Axis powers, they were surely erased when he published Edmund Dulac’s Picture-Book for the French Red Cross in 1915, with its cover proclaiming “All profits on sale given to the Croix Rouge Française, Comité de Londres.”
Even more convincing—and more inventive—was his use of fairy tales to not just further his charitable efforts but to possibly encourage the United States to join the war. Published in 1916, Edmund Dulac’s Fairy-Book was a subtle but persuasive example of wartime propaganda. Subtitled “Fairy Tales of the Allied Nations,” it included Dulac’s own adaptations of folk tales gathered from the nations fighting with Great Britain: France, Russia, Italy, Belgium, Serbia, Japan, and China.
Below, courtesy of the Minneapolis College of Art and Design, are reproductions of some of the illustrations from Edmund Dulac’s Fairy-Book, accompanied by brief explanation of each story.
Snegorotchka: A Russian Fairy Tale
Snegorotchka (more commonly transliterated Snegurochka), the “The Snow Maiden,” is a recurring character in Russian folklore, playing various roles, from child to adult, in stories bounded by the winter and spring seasons. By the late nineteenth century, Snegurochka had blended fully with the traditions of Christmas, often serving as a helper to Grandfather Frost (Ded Moroz).
In Dulac’s version of a common tale, Snegurochka is a girl made from snow, brought to life to add joy to the waning years of a childless couple. An elderly man and women all but will the girl into being as they shape a tiny body of snow in the woods. Snegurochka leaps to life, filling their home and souls with warmth throughout the winter. Tragically, the little girl disappears with the heat of spring weather, leaving the parents bereft.
Another version of the Snegurochka tale formed the basis of a play by Alexander Ostrovsky, which was subsequently adapted into an opera by Rimsky-Korsakov.
The Buried Moon: An English Fairy Tale
Sometimes known as The Dead Moon, The Buried Moon highlights the dangers of living in the bog country of Northern Europe.
Traveling through a bog, a personified Moon becomes entangled in magical, malevolent branches. After some struggle with “all the vile things” that love darkness (witch-things, bogle-bodies, creeping things, and the Scorpion King, to name a few), the Moon finds herself buried deep in the mud, held down with a black stone.
Of course the humans miss the Moon, lamenting her failure to appear in the sky on schedule, but who even knows where to search for her? Even the Wise Woman of the Mill can’t see any trace of her. Fortunately, just before her entombment, the Moon had managed to briefly shine her light to guide a lost and wandering human out of the treacherous marsh. Remembering this moment, the man spreads the word. Emboldened by the Wise Woman’s words of encouragement as well as the Lord’s Prayer, the local people march to the bog, fight off the Horrors of the Darkness, and rescue their beloved Moon
White Caroline and Black Caroline: A Flemish Fairy Tale
Folklorist Antoon Jozef Witteryck collected White Caroline and Black Caroline (Wit Karlientje en Zwart Karlientje) and included it in his 1899 Old Flemish Folktales (Oude Westvlaamsche volksvertelsels), an annotated version of which was republished by Hervé Stalpaert in 1946. The story can also be found in the Annales de la Société d’Emulation pour l’Étude de l’Histoire & des Antiquities de la Flandre (Bruges, 1889).
White Caroline and Black Caroline depends on the familiar figure of the evil stepmother, a woman who loves her ugly daughter (Black Caroline) more than her beautiful stepdaughter (White Caroline). Everyone and everything, from townspeople to lambs to dancing dogs, love White Caroline and equate her beauty with good. But the mother prefers her own daughter, noting “Black Caroline was so ugly;—but she was good all the same!”
And indeed, Black Caroline is good. Her mother tries no fewer than three times to murder White Caroline, and each time, Black Caroline intercedes. Poison thorns in the pillow, poison in her meatball dinner, an “accidentally” falling millstone—none manage to kill White Caroline, thanks to Black Caroline’s quick thinking.
The abrupt entrance of White Woman, queen of all the water and the woods, brings the murder attempts to a close. Not surprisingly, White Woman also loves White Caroline and promises to give her whatever she wishes—beautiful grapes, a dress of silk, a nice sailboat. Luckily, White Caroline is also good: she wishes to have Black Caroline with her. More than that, she wishes they could look alike. The White Woman has an idea:
“Little white feathers appeared on their shoulders and spread until they were entirely covered; and there they stood together, two beautiful white swans! And ever after they swam up and down on the peaceful water and no one could tell one from the other.”
The Seven Conquerors of the Queen of the Mississippi: A Belgian Fairy Tale
While there may be an actual fairy tale underpinning The Seven Conquerors of the Queen of the Mississippi, the story’s title reveals Dulac’s probable agenda. It takes no large leap of the imagination to read the “seven conquerors” as Great Britain, France, Russia, Italy, Serbia, Japan, and China, all seeking an alliance with the Queen of the Mississippi—the United States—on the fields of Belgium.
The story is straightforward and structurally repetitive—each conqueror swears an oath of loyalty, and their individual strengths combine to win the Queen and kill the King (hello, Kaiser Wilhelm II).
Dulac, or some unnamed collaborator, has penned a verse that cuts through the first half of the tale with a modern rhythm and vocabulary.
“Will you travel with me, my pippy?” “Oh! Whither away? To Botany Bay?” “But no; to the far Mississippi, Where a Queen—tooral-ooral-i-ay— Is waiting for what I’m to say.” “I am yours! And the bounty?” “Either here or in Botany Bay!”
‘Will you travel with me, my pippy?” “Oh! Whither away? To Rome or Pompeii?” “But no; to the far Mississippi: There’s a Queen of great beauty that way, And there’s no one but Cupid to pay.” “I am yours! And the bounty?” “Name your price: it shall be as you say.” And so on. Travel with me, my pippy!
The Serpent Prince: An Italian Fairy Tale
The Italian poet Giambattista Basile collected The Serpent Prince (sometimes translated as The Enchanted Snake) in the seventeenth century, including it in The Pentamerone: Lo cunto de li cunti (The Tale of Tales). Folklorist Andrew Lang drew upon Basile’s version for The Green Fairy Book (1892).
Dulac has created his own prefatory material for the familiar story, opening with the popular nursery rhyme:
The old woman who lived in a shoe, Who had so many children she didn’t know what to do,
allegedly “lived about the same time in another part of the country” even though The Serpent Prince was collected in Naples.
As the story goes, a forester’s wife, Sapatella, finds a tiny serpent in her firewood. Childless, Sapatella is startled but amenable when the serpent offers himself up for adoption (“she was a kind-hearted woman and very, very lonely”).
The serpent grows—as children do—and soon demands a wife. And not just any wife! The serpent must marry the king’s daughter. Surprisingly, the king agrees to meet this demand. Or does he? He will give his daughter in marriage only if the adopted son-serpent can turn all the fruit in the royal orchards to gold.
It’s not clear why anyone is surprised that a talking serpent can wield the magic necessary to turn fruit into gold. Nor is it clear why the king would think the serpent would fail at any additional challenge placed before him. Turn the walls into diamonds and rubies? No problem. Turn the entire palace into gold? Absolutely (“not gold plate either: it was all solid gold of the purest kind.”). The king is forced to cede the battlefield. The princess will marry the serpent.
Of course, the serpent is really an enchanted prince, and here you would think the story would end: the affianced are wed, their kingdoms allied. But thanks to an additional foolish act by the king, the prince is again enchanted (and worse), and only the princess can save him. But will she be able to outwit the wily fox standing between her and her beloved?
The Hind of The Wood: A French Fairy Tale
Dulac offers a faithful retelling of The Hind in the Wood (La Biche au bois, also translated as The White Doe or The Enchanted Hind), written by Marie-Catherine Le Jumel de Barneville, Countess d’Aulnoy. A talented and creative storyteller, Countess d’Aulnoy gave us the very words “fairy tale” in 1697, when she published her first collection under the title Les Contes des fees (Tales of the Fairies).
Though the titular hind is the star of the story, the scene opens with an unhappy, childless queen encountering a talking crayfish. Though “hearing a big Crayfish talk—and talk so nicely too—was a great surprise to her,” the queen listens carefully to the crustacean.
The reward for her attentiveness is a kingdom transformed. Beneath her feet appears “a carpet of violets, and, in the giant cedars above, thousands of little birds, each one a different colour, [singing] their songs; and the meaning of their melody was this: that cradle, woven by fairy fingers, was not there for nothing.” Soon she will be a mother!
A troupe of fairies gather around the suddenly expecting queen and ask that she welcome them on the day of birthing so they can give special gifts to the babe, who will be named Désirée. And on that special day, the queen indeed remembers to bid them come to the palace. Sadly, she neglects to invite the talking crayfish (who is really the Fairy of the Fountain) to the celebration.
Curses. But only small ones, in the scheme of things. The Fairy of the Fountain warns the royal parents to keep Princess Désirée from seeing daylight until she turns fifteen. That’s all.
Alas, the Warrior Prince lies on his death bed. Just a portrait of Désirée is enough to make him fall in love and abandon his plans to marry Black Princess. Yet he cannot see her—she will not be fifteen for a few more months. To save the Warrior Prince, Désirée agrees to travel with her two ladies-in-waiting by darkened carriage to his kingdom.
Unfortunately, one of those ladies-in-waiting, Long-Epine, is a traitor. She slits the cover of the carriage, exposing Désirée to daylight. Just a drop of sunlight turns the princess into a dazzling white hind. She instantly runs off into the forest. And that is the curse: by day, a doe; by night, a lonely princess.
The Warrior Prince wanders this very forest and soon spots the white deer. Annoyed that the animal tries to keeps its distance from him, he looses an arrow and pierces her flank. He’s sorry! Especially when he finds out the hind is his beloved, enchanted.
She isn’t enchanted for much longer, however. The Prince, even knowing all, loves her. And that is enough to break the spell
Ivan and the Chestnut Horse: A Russian Fairy Tale
Variations of Ivan and the Chestnut Horse are abundant in Russian folklore. Sometimes Ivan rides a chestnut horse, sometimes a dun. A common version of the story, known as Sivko-Burko, was collected by A. N. Afanas’ev in the mid-nineteenth century. Included in Jack V. Haney’s comprehensive The Complete Folktales of A. N. Afanas’ev (Tale #179, Vol. II), this version gives Ivan a magic black steed.
Ivan and his brothers have just committed themselves holding daily prayers over the grave of their recently departed father when they hear that Princess Helena the Fair has decided to wed. To win her favor, her suitor must leap on horseback to the top of the shrine on which she sits, kissing her as he flies through the air.
Ivan, the youngest of the siblings, offers to take on the burden of graveside prayer for a week so his brothers can curl their hair and train their horses for the challenge. One week stretches to two, and then to three. The brothers ignore their filial duties to dye their mustaches. So much attention is paid to their appearance that they even neglect to feed their horses.
And yet, when the day of the leaping contest arrives, the older brothers dash away on their mounts, leaving Ivan alone to pray and weep over his father’s grave.
It was thus that two out of three brothers miss their father’s resurrection. Shaking himself free of the damp earth, the father offers to help his youngest son. He begins to call out in a loud voice—one time, two times, three times. Ivan discovers his father is summoning a beautiful chestnut horse!
Yes, this is the enchanted steed that will take Ivan to the shrine of Helena the Fair, where—after two failed attempts—it rises to the leap, allowing Ivan to press his lips to those of the princess “in a long sweet kiss, for the chestnut horse seemed to linger in the air at the top of its leap while that kiss endured.”
After summoning the steed, Ivan’s father immediately vanishes. No matter, because Ivan is soon welcomed to supper with the father of his bride, Princess Helena the Fair.
The Blue Bird: A French Fairy Tale
The Blue Bird (l’Oiseau Bleu) is another tale that comes to us by Countess d’Aulnoy. Though there are many variants of the story found across Europe, scholar Jacques Barchilon notes that d’Aulnoy’s version is remarkably robust, appearing in a French Canadian collection, “word for word the version of Mme d’Aulnoy’s with all details,” as late as 1960. Andrew Lang also included it in The Green Fairy Tale Book.
Our story opens with a rich but miserable king. He’s inconsolable, having only recently become a widower. Hoping to comfort him, his courtiers present him with a woman dressed in mourning clothes and possibly crying even louder and longer than the king himself.
Finding solace in their similar sorrows, they decide to wed. Each brings into the marriage a daughter from their first marriage. The king’s daughter: “one of the eight wonders of the world,” the young and lovely Florine. The new queen’s daughter: “neither beautiful nor gracious,” the young Truitonne, with a face like a trout and hair “so full of grease that it was impossible to touch it.”
The queen loves Truitonne much more than she loves Florine, which wouldn’t matter if the king didn’t love the queen so much that he cedes to her every wish. For instance, he allows her to dress Truitonne in jewels and Florine in rags when Prince Charming appears at court. Despite the heavy-handed costuming, however, Prince Charming only has eyes—and love—for Florine.
The queen schemes. The queen plots. She enlists maid, frogs (“for mind you, frogs know all the routes of the universe”), and fairy godmothers. And yet the Prince will not be deflected from his plans to be with Florine. Finally, exasperated with his stubbornness, Truitonne’s fairy godmother turns the prince into a blue bird—for seven years!
It’s not too bad, at first. In bird form, the prince finds it easier to woo Florine—until the queen discovers that he flies to her window every night. Wielding her dark magic, Truitonne’s fairy godmother sends the blue bird to his nest to die.
Fortunately, every bad fairy seems to be balanced by a good fairy. This bright character finds the dying blue bird in his nest and heals him. It doesn’t seem to help much—the queen is determined that Truitonne will marry the prince even if only by trickery and deception.
The queen’s shenanigans never seem to end—this is a long fairy tale—but eventually the universe, or at the least the good fairy, finds a way to bring Prince Charming and Florine together.
The Friar and the Boy: An English Fairy Tale
The Friar and the Boy, also known as Jack and his Stepdame, reaches back to the poetry of medieval England. In volume three of Remains of the Early Popular Poetry of England (1866), William Carew Hazlitt records a c. 1585 London imprint of the chapbook verse that underpins the modern version of this tale.
The story begins with Jack, a young lad wronged by his stepmother. She starves him, she yells at him, she altogether doesn’t care for him.
One day, sent to the fields to watch the sheep, Jack encounters a hungry old man. Jack’s lunch isn’t much, as his stepmother is loathe to feed him decent food, but he gives it to the stranger. In return, the old man gives Jack three wishes.
Wish one: a bow and arrow, charmed such that the target will never be missed. Wish two: a pipe, its magic strong enough to make anyone dance who hears its tune. Wish three: an enchantment that will turn his stepmother’s harsh words into laughter.
Jack instantly puts his granted wishes to work. When his stepmother begins to scold him, her words turn to laughter. She laughs herself sick. When the Friar is sent to chastise Jack for his impudence, he ends up dancing through the brambles to Jack’s piping. Soon Jack has the entire village dancing to his tunes!
Alas, his poor old father begs for a rest. Jack loves his father, so he ceases to play. Not surprisingly, the Friar takes advantage of the pause to have Jack called before the Judge, “be-wigged and severe.”
The Friar makes his case: “the prisoner here has a pipe, and, when he plays upon it, all who hear must dance themselves to death, whether they like it or not.”
Intrigued, the Judge asks to hear this so-called Dance of Death. Jack is happy to oblige and takes up his pipe to play. Soon everyone in court is on their feet, dancing madly to the tunes. Even the judge joins in, “holding up his robes and footing it merrily.” He’s a believer, but he soon asks the boy to stop.
Jack agrees, but only if everyone promises to treat him properly.
“I think,” says the Judge, “if you will put your pipe away, they will consent to an amicable arrangement.”
Court is adjourned.
The End.
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Soft Christmas YCH with Vesna and little Lichen for YamMighty ❤️
#commission#dnd#elf#eladrin#dnd character#dnd character art#dnd art#illustration#art#digital art#my art#artists on tumblr
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Hi! So ive wanted to get into fragrances but i have zero experience/ideas of what id like, and im too poor to spend money on something i'll never use. I figured id give this a try and see if you would be interested in helping! I know that im not super into florals and i hate like roses and other heavy cloying scents. I wouldnt want a super feminine scent either, probably somewhere mid to masculineish. Uhhh i like green things and the ocean, and rain, but im not really a fan of pine (smells too much like christmas), and bergamot makes me sneeze. I also like citrus. im more into cool tones than warm tones if that makes sense? anyways, i hope this prompt (?) is fun for you, please help!
hello hello! i tried to find a variety of fragrances related to green notes, citrus notes, and water notes while trying my best to avoid pine/bergamot/florals while also being affordable!
i decided to mainly search my favorite indie fragrance makers since those are way cheaper options than non-indie frags, but i'll have more expensive ones by bigger companies too under a cut since you could always try to grab some sample sizes instead and see if it's worth the bigger purchase
aelfscyne by alkemia
honestly for a more chill, laid back fresh green smell that is lighter while being more 'gender neutral/masc', i think tea scents are a good option!
if you want a hardcore ocean one, ambre gris is amazing for that!
ouija perfume by lovesickwitchery!
i love a good lime fragrance, especially with pepper notes. it really adds some depth to the citrus! a crisp, clean smell
oyster by poesie perfumes!
this one is a pretty good mix of marinic and citrus with thankfully no bergamot. i really like the cucumber, it adds to the fresh citrusy greenness!
lichen by andromeda's curse
if you want a more 'moody' rainy woody vibe for a cheaper price, lichen might be worth a try! sort of a fresh herbal rainy nature feel
okay so indie makers aside, here are some more expensive ones you could get samples of to try:
every storm a serenade by imaginary authors is a really good sea forest fragrance leaning more on a moody ocean vibe
under the lemon tree by replica
this is a really nice crisp lemon/lime, one of my favorite citrus fragrances
idk how you feel about fruity scents but salted green mango by strangers has an interesting masculine salty summer-y fresh fruits and citrus scent!. it's not just a generic fruity fragrance, its salty green marine notes really do shine through too!
for designer houses, i would recommend giving acqua di parma and scents of wood a look. there are numerous here that may potentially work for you, but i recommend acqua di parma because they have numerous lighter masculine colognes especially based around citrus and i'd recommend scents of wood for some more masculine woody notes
i hope some of these help you in your hunt!
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extra- christmas interdimensional cowboy
Ay! forgot about y'all on the tumblr
art? art anyone?
tw; unreality? cigar. knife. blood (uncolored). heavy scarring?
#character art#original art#art#oc art#oc drawing#Rain Lichen Draws#tw cigarettes#tw cigar#tw knife#tw blood#tw heavy scarring#drawing#character#oc#character christmasified#merry christmas. i can't wait for christmas bc i am greedy and i want presents. there i said it
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