#fumo is life

[chilltouhoubeats]

Youmu having a healthy breakfast 😉

[kaitowotd]

Kaito's Friend of the Day: Byakuya Togami

Happy birthday to best danganronpa!!! Sorry the post is so late, I had a really hectic day today

[iscratchdoors]

every day my irrational violent hatred for the wretched fumo grows stronger

[waffliesinyoface]

Fumos are now on sale

[positivefumo]

Kanye West - The life of FUMO

[cuntstable]

i keep forgetting and reremembering and getting excited about the ranni plushie my brother ordered for me………. planning a funny photoshoot for it….

[jevinkisserig]

I CANT STOP LAUGHING LIKE A DEAD HORSE HELP.

Hade fun while making this (credits to TikTok for the idea)

[road-hauler]

Cybug Smokescreen! Let him Green, its cold out there...

See also: Fumo-screen and Bug-screen real life edition

[inexorablyinsecure]

Sinclair watched as Kromer disappeared behind the door, and... Though there may have been something on his face, that he wasn't exactly sure how to interpret, he decide that he was better off simply... Not, interpreting it. Likely, she was just nervous about leaving him alone in her room; as he would have been leaving her alone in his. After all, how would he have explained the cursed... Blue Fumo, that calls him Gay and drinks all his Pepsi? That he keeps trying to punt to the moon, and yet keeps coming back?

He took a deep breath, as he dangled his legs on the edge of the bed, and... Took a moment to think. It had been a bit since he had actually gotten to do that, without worrying about anything showing on his face. He'd have to keep moving, so that she didn't think he was snooping, of course, but...

It would be nice to have a moment to think for a moment, away from all the craziness. The last few... Hours? Days? He wasn't sure how long it had been, but... The last period of time had been... A lot, hadn't it? He had... He had met Kromer, again. Franz Kromer. A friend that was... A friend that was dear to him, and yet who had ruined his life.

A friend... Who was new to Sinclair. Familiar, in some ways, but completely different. Completely foreign to him, in others. A friend who had been hurt by him in this world, rather than having been the one to hurt him. A friend who... Had many of the same fears. The same worries, he did. And though they didn't see eye to eye...

He was still confident in calling her his friend. He was still confident in reaching out to her, to doing everything he could to save her when she was hurt, or had lost her senses. And... She had shown him the same kindness, when he was hurt, broken, and wounded. When fear, guilt, and worry had consumed him, she...

He frowned.

He had failed her in both worlds. He had... Been the one to not try hard enough in his world, and the one who had made a mistake here. And yet here she was, helping him relax, helping him dress himself up, to... Try and explore his identity, like a good friend would. Here she was, having... If not forgiven him, been willing to humor him.

...He still felt guilty. About all of this. But he needed to get moving.

He took a moment, and changed out of the dress. He hadn't been the one to put it on his body, but he... Instinctively knew how it worked, in some way. It was as if it was an Identity of sorts, which he knew instinctively how to remove. He was... Thankful, for that, in a sense. It had been cute, but it seemed complicated at a first glance, and he had been afraid of trying to remove it.

It was only after he had slipped the plaid, skater-skirt on, as well as the blouse that Kromer had folded for him... The he took an experimental step up off the bed. His legs hurt, and the wound in his stomach throbbed. But even as he glanced down with fear, the bandages were holding. He wasn't bleeding through.

That was one less thing to worry about.

He paused for a moment, as he... Spun lightly, for a second. Feeling the shorter skirt float upwards with the movement, it was... Freeing. Gentle, soft movements made the fabric bounce in a way that was both foreign and yet... Fun. It felt natural, right. It felt... Cute, in a way. There was just one thing missing, and...

As he sat back down on the bed, he paused, and reached into the maid-dress' tatters. It had held all the contents of his uniform, and... He always kept an extra pair, for if they had to camp out, or if he got his shoes wet, or... Really anything else, so... He paused, as he pulled out a pair of socks. They... Weren't the socks he had packed into his uniform. He had packed just some simple white socks, and yet... These silk, white socks, easily came up to just above, or below his knees as he pulled them on. They were... A little embarrassing, and yet...

Comfortable.

He took a deep breath, and once more gave a slight twirl; watching the skirt almost hypnotically, as he turned towards the door, careful to dodge the various sharp implements in Kromer's room as he approached. It was only as he was about halfway there, to let her know that he was free...

That his PDA, still back on the bed, chimed out.

In an instant, before he could even react, there was a puff of smoke; a mirror shattering, and... As he turned around, and began to look over himself, to find out what changed... He found long, fluffy, blonde hair. Significantly longer, and a bit unkempt; his already fluffy hair seemed to only grow fluffier with length, mostly straight hair ending in unruly curls.

"Wh... What?! I... I'm not complaining, but... How does it- Why does it keep answering them on it's ow-"

The mirror shattered once more, and for a second, Sinclair seemed to pause. He winced, and gasped, as... Something wrapped itself around his throat, tight enough that he could feel it, but not enough to restrict breathing. It was... Leather. Soft, but he could feel pieces of metal within it. A clasp. A locking mechanism. A... Leather Collar?

Instinctively, he brought his hands up to the collar, and began to tug at it lightly; feeling it tug against his skin. He opened his mouth to vocalize a response, a question, as he shifted his head to the left in curiosity, and felt... Something on top of his head shift with it; extra weight, more than just the hair could account for. With a shaking hand, he shifted his pale hands upwards, to find...

A pair of... Dog-ears? And- And he could feel them, too? A-And hear...?! Through them...?! His breath caught in his throat as he stared idly, blankly forwards; tail half-cocked, wagging slowly... As the very fact that he had a tail set in, confusion permeating his entire being, as...

"A?"

A single, confused, angelic note left his body.

[rainbowgod666]

Signs of Autism

Being a little silly

Understanding every kind of jargon

The Voices

The SCP Foundation is cool with you now

Heat cycles

Knowledge of the truth of life

Blahaj

Domain Expansion: Infinite Void

[Nothing Is Worth The Risk]

[[YOU DO NOT RECOGNIZE THE BODIES IN THE WATER]]

You really love stores like Ikea and Tiger. And also videogame stores.

Ur very pretty :3

Fire (  ◕_◕)🔥

Emotions cause more damage than they should

「STANDO POWAH」

Big Dick Energy

Your kinlist is a memetic kill agent to the unworthy (AKA its hella confusing)

The haters die mad before you

Beign right about basically everything

The moral compass is replaced by a log pose set to your interests

Natural Attunement to the memes of your country

Guaranteed apotheosis at 18

Your smarts are caused by everyone around youe being big dumdum

Media is how you perceive reality. Or at least it gives you a GUI

Always with a bag because IRL Game Inventory

Laugh of a one piece charachter

Being based and yippeepilled

Undertale

You go meow mew miau mrrp n shiet

Yugioh more like yougayhoe (the joke is being near gay people makes you realize why it meant "happy" all those decades ago) (:3)

Gun proficiency set to +6969

RA LancerRPG likes you :P

The world not being niceys will change. Possibly because you found a sawn off, some dragons breath ammo, and your trigger finger is ITCHING

iamgiornogiovannaandihaveadream.mp4

Afroamerican accents and Hood Anime makes you feel like a cat getting scritches

You basically have poor mans omnilinguism (saying haiyaa or blyat in Situations kinda counts)

You would THRIVE in animal crossing ngl

Creepypastas r ur frens =3

Excellent music taste usually

Who needs cigarettes or vapes when you can just nom on pencils‽

The Hunger

You treat famous people like what they are. Just Regular Fellas (who are very cool hehehehehheeee)

she steven on my universe till i future

Gay Sex

Mmm yummy M249 Bravo 🤤🤤🤤

Collector TOH touhou fumo

Teh emprah proteccs

"Pokemon should be real actually"

You like animals that are Just Little Guys (ants, snails, worms) (especially the velvet one) (also sea cucumbers and sea slugs. AND FROGS.) (friend shaped...)

People call you robotic sometimes. Thats cringe unless you are an objectum or want your head to be a TV, in which case yes they are stillc ringe for calling you robotic.

Sheldon Cooper but like, the other way around

[phicicle]

I hate my life & I wanna die～

I ain't got no Iphone～

Might start ping-pong-ing between posting ibispaint drawings & my usual vectors…

oh well, mediocre drawing of fumo Pressley for your troubles, I've caught a disease & no it's not 'finding rendering enjoyable'…

[esuemmanuel]

Obedece a Mamá.

Una noche, de ésas en las que sueles encontrarte, de repente, con cosas absurdas y muy difíciles de creer, estando conversando con un amigo en las afueras de mi residencia. Pasaba ya de la madrugada. De hecho, era demasiado tarde para seguir conversando en la calle, pero, la verdad, cuando nos perdemos en temas por demás trascendentales y filosóficos, no hay nadie ni nada que nos detenga. En realidad, no había habido nada que nos detuviera sino hasta esa noche. Mientras tomábamos un par de cervezas y fumábamos un porro, él me platicaba sobre la relación que había comenzado a tener con una mujer que había conocido hace poco. Estaba algo inquieto por lo que sentía por ella, podía adivinar, sin que él me lo dijera, que había encontrado a la mujer de su vida, pero no quería hablar de más, no sin que antes él me lo dijera. Lo escuchaba atento, aunque, de repente, volteaba a mirar a las estrellas o a la calle, la cual estaba desierta. Podían escucharse nuestras voces y risas en el silencio. Seguro estaba que mi madre no podía dormir por lo mismo. Ya me había llamado la atención anteriormente por desvelarme y pasarme las horas con este amigo, y yo, como siempre, rebelde y desobediente, me pasaba sus regaños por el orto. Una vez, ya harta, me gritó: "¡Hasta que les salga el demonio van a aprender a dormir temprano, cabrones!". Me hice el sordo y salí, otra vez, a pasarla con mi amigo. Precisamente, en eso estaba pensando, cuando, de pronto mi amigo, quien yacía de pie ante mí, recargado en su coche, se puso tenso. Vi que tragó saliva y tembló un poco. "¿Qué pasa, wey? ¿Qué traes?", le pregunté un tanto preocupado. Verlo así me hizo llenarme de un escalofrío que me erizó los pelos de la nuca. Él lo más que hizo fue elevar la mano hacia su derecha, que era mi izquierda, mientras dijo: "¿Qué hace esa niña sola, en la calle, a estas horas? ¿La ves?". Sin dudarlo, me asomé y miré. Era una pequeña como de unos ocho años, vestía de blanco, parecía que traía una pijama. Sus cabellos eran largos, negros, lacios y podía verla andar hacia nosotros, se acercaba lentamente. Sin embargo, había algo raro en su andar. No sabía si era el efecto de la mariguana, pero, no le pude ver los pies. "¡No tiene pies, cabrón!", salieron de mi boca esas palabras, pero no sólo de la mía. Mi amigo dijo, exactamente, las mismas palabras al tiempo que las dije yo. Miramos con los ojos bien abiertos a esa niña que se nos acercaba, cada vez, más... y no... no tenía piernas. Ella flotaba... y sus ojos... su boca... sus manos... su rostro... no eran de una niña... no era una niña. Desde esa noche, resta decir, duermo temprano y ya no fumo ni tomo. Le obedecí, al fin, a mi mamá.

Obey Mum.

One night, one of those when you suddenly come across absurd things that are hard to believe, I was talking to a friend outside my flat. It was long after dawn. In fact, it was too late to continue talking on the street, but in truth, when we lose ourselves in such transcendental and philosophical subjects, there is no one and nothing to stop us. In fact, until that night, there had been nothing to stop us. As we drank a few beers and smoked a joint, he told me about the relationship he had begun with a woman he had recently met. I was a little uneasy about how he felt about her, I could guess without him telling me that he had found the woman of his life, but I didn't want to talk about anything else, not without him telling me first. I listened to him attentively, although I would suddenly turn to look at the stars or at the deserted street. Our voices and laughter could be heard in the silence. I was sure my mother couldn't sleep for the same reason. She had scolded me before for staying up all night and spending hours with this friend, and I, as always, rebellious and disobedient, passed on her scoldings. Once, when she had had enough, she shouted at me: 'You bastards will learn to go to bed early until the devil comes out!'. I turned a deaf ear and went out again to hang out with my friend. That's what I was thinking when suddenly my friend, who was standing in front of me leaning against his car, started to tense up. I saw him swallowing saliva and shaking a little. 'What's the matter? What's wrong?' I asked him, a little worried. Seeing him like that gave me a chill that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. All he did was raise his hand to his right, which was my left, while he said: 'What's that girl doing alone in the street at this hour? Can you see her?'. Without hesitation I looked out and saw. She was a little girl, about eight years old, dressed in white, it looked like she was wearing pyjamas. Her hair was long, black and straight, and I could see her walking towards us, approaching us slowly. But there was something strange about the way she was walking. I didn't know if it was the effect of the marijuana, but I couldn't see her feet. 'She doesn't have feet, dude!', were the words that came out of my mouth, and not just mine. My friend said the exact same words. We looked with wide eyes at this girl who was coming closer and closer to us… and no… she had no legs. She was floating… and her eyes… her mouth… her hands… her face… were not those of a child… she was not a child. Since that night, it remains to say, I sleep early and I no longer smoke or drink. I finally obeyed my mother.

[mlarayoukai]

Getting your art on pins is life changing. And I got it in fumo badge size by accident

[mideso]

annual cirno being great at maths drawing ft. my best friend who was turned into a fumo by an evil wizard. I hope she's living her best life as a fumo

[monjardin22damour]

O fumo, os cafés, o gajo que te traz de madrugada, aquele parceiro que escapou, este que vem acordar-te, as carícias, a coragem, uma manhã com Rimbaud Se o que ajuda a viver, o verdadeiro, custa quase nada porque é tão alto o preço da vida?

_ Violeta C. Rangel

🌻

The smoke, the cafes, the guy who brings you at dawn, that partner who escaped, the one who comes to wake you up, the caresses, the courage, a morning with Rimbaud If what helps to live, the real thing, costs almost nothing because the price of life is so high?

_ Violeta C. Rangel

[floralfumofridays]

Floral Fumo Fridays Valentine's Edition: Common Greenshield Lichen (Flavoparmelia caperata)

Yuuka still wandered about Mayohiga in search of more plants, but she grew tired and bored. To her, the shikigami minions were taking too long to solve the incident. She then planned once more to find and wake up the sleeping sage. Wandering away from Mayohiga to a farther place on the borders of Gensokyo, she became lost.

Yuuka found a bunch of tree branches with strangely branchy and green disc-like creatures on it. The green and branchiness reads that maybe they are another plant, but a closer look and she finds that its more porous. Is it a plant? Is it a fungus? What is this?

With a blink of Yuuka's eyes, Ran appeared once more, "I see that there's no stopping a troublesome youkai like you." Yuuka feigned cluelessness, "I have no idea what you're talking about, I'm just admiring the beauty of nature. What are these strange things on these poor branches? Are they plants too?" Ran saw through Yuuka's smile, but could not help her beastly nature of playing along to Yuuka's whimsiness, "It's a lichen. They're actually a bunch of organisms in a symbiotic relationship between fungi and many microorganisms to form one organism. Some of the microorganisms could be very tiny plants, but Lady Yukari says that it's often disputed in the Outside World." Yuuka becomes more invested, "Interesting... Anyways, I'm now more interested in these lichens. Now I want to see what information Yukari has about plants!" "You will never get to Lady Yukari! You're too weak to even face her! You'll be lost in this boundary forever, at this rate!" Ran quickly disappeared without a trace. "Hmm... I guess something tells me I'm close." Yuuka questioned the fox.

Just as the fox elusively appeared, she disappeared without warning. But she accidentally dropped a chocolate candy wrapped in a golden glistening wrapper by the ground. Yuuka wondered what a beast would be doing with chocolate candy, as the delicacy is poisonous to animals and beasts. She tried to get closer to the chocolate, but a gap with a mysterious arm grabbed the candy before Yuuka's eyes!

Yuuka remembers those gaps from anywhere! It was the gaps of Yukari Yakumo! But she only grabbed Ran's candy and the gap quickly disappeared. So strange... ᗜ ̫ ᗜ

Lichens are a fungus in a symbiotic relationship with normally a eukaryotic algae or cyanobacteria. One side of the lichen is the fungal side called the mycobiont and the other is the photobiont. Mycobionts form most of the lichen body and we can see its predominant tissues through the naked eye, called the thallus. Photobionts can be any small microorganism with a chlorophyll and it's usually a green algae or cyanobacteria; something we normally can't see without special equipment. This is usually the basic definition of what lichens are, but the more we learn about lichens, we actually find that there are other species like yeasts and bacteria that part of this system. Lichens like Common Greenshield Lichen are a special kind of being, because they are actually a symbiotic system combined into its own organism! They are couples for life!

This is Common Greenshield Lichen (Flavoparmelia caperata) of the shield lichen Parmeliaceae family, which is a family of the mycobiont side of lichens. This lichen is found in numerous places throughout the world, and is predominantly found on wooded trees. The disc like shape is the thallus, and it can form a wrinkly shape that can grow a diameter of up to roughly 20cm. The innermost part of the thallus is more yellow, is an older part of the lichen, and is much more wrinkly than the outermost layers. This lichen with wrinkly and branch-like structures is called a foliose lichen. This thallus is the most noticeable, and is the vegetative part of the lichen. The photobiont performs photosynthesis at the algal layer below the thallus then sends nutrients to the rest of the body. The thallus can help the lichen clone itself, but this method isn't ideal.

A closer look at the whiter edges of the "branches" and you can find more powdery and porous-like structures. These are soredia and soralia. These help the lichen reproduce new lichens elsewhere through spores, but common greenshield lichen rarely grows structures like these. Instead, it relies on cloning (asexual reproduction) through the thallus to reproduce.

Lichens like common greenshield lichen are often overlooked (imo) as much as mosses are. Like mosses, they are not parasitic to the plant they grow on and simply live there as epiphytes.

The name of the lichen is always based on its mycobiont side. Flavo of flavoparmelia means "yellow" in latin and parmelia of flavoparmelia comes from its family name parmeliaceae and is the name of another genus in the family parmelia and ultimately comes from parma, which is latin for "shield." The species name caperata comes from capero which is latin for wrinkly. The name is pretty straightforward, but the mycobiont side has gone through many taxonomical changes and flavorparmelia caperata is a very recent name, so it may go under pseudoparmelia caperata in some older, but not too old, texts.

Lets talk about the photobiont side for a bit: While we cannot identify what the photobionts of this lichen are (and I would rather save them for another day as their own post), we can talk about it in a more general sense. Algae themselves are a broad range of organisms and some, like chlorophytes, are debatably considered plants in the stricter sense through their categorization into the Viridiplantae clade, while others are under the term Protist or Protista. Protista itself is comprised of any eukaryote that is neither an Animal, Plant, nor Fungi, but it's more of an umbrella term rather than a true kingdom. Cyanobacteria, or blue-green algae, are prokaryotes that enact photosynthesis as a means of obtaining energy. Chloroplasts and other plastids, which are an organelle found in eukaryotic algae and plants, actually used to belong to this phylum until they became endosymbiont as organelles.

Whaat? It's Valentine's Day and a Friday! This isn't a flower, not even a plant! It's a fungus... or actually... it's two things! Technically... The holiday this post is for is associated with flowers, but there are still no flowers that have formally grown yet here. I find that lichens are fitting either way.

Just in case for the first two links, here's an archival mirror link of them.