#lactarius indigo mushrooms

[soupandmushrooms]

Lactarius indigo

also known as the indigo milk cap, the blue milk mushroom and indigo milky.

It grows in North America, East Asia, and Central America. It also grows naturally in southern France!

Due to being a member of the lactarius genus it produces latex or “milk” when cut. The latex produced is indigo hence the name.

The species is however noted for not producing as much latex as other members of its genus.

Lactarius indigo is edible and reported to have a mild taste.

It is also one of my favourite mushrooms!

[creaturepost-emporium]

Indigo milk caps. For all your blue milk needs.

[oliviarosaline]

Indigo Milk Cap Mushroom

Lactarius indigo

These otherworldly deep indigo blue milkcaps contain a derivative of azulene. This pigment is also found in some species of soft corals throughout the oceans.

Edible (at your own risk). They have a mild taste to me and I prefer them sauteed.

Aug. 14th, 2023

St. Louis County, Missouri, USA

Olivia R. Myers

@oliviarosaline

[mycoblogg]

Lactarius indigo?

FOTD #036 : indigo milky! (lactarius indigo)

the indigo milky (also called blue lactarius, indigo milk cap or blue milk mushroom) is a mycorrhizal mushroom in the family russulaceae. this mushroom is found across the US, mexico, china, india, costa rica & guatemala. it is famous for its blue, milk-like latex that seeps out when the gills are sliced !!

the big question : can i bite it?? yeah<3 this fungus is edible.

l. indigo description :

"the cap of the fruit body, measuring between 5–15 cm (2.0–5.9 in) in diameter, is initially convex & later develops a central depression; in age it becomes even more deeply depressed, becoming somewhat funnel-shaped as the edge of the cap lifts upward. the cap surface is indigo blue when fresh, but fades to a paler grayish- or silvery-blue, sometimes with greenish splotches. it is often zonate: marked with concentric lines that form alternating pale & darker zones, & the cap may have dark blue spots, especially towards the edge. young caps are sticky to the touch. the flesh is pallid to bluish in color, slowly turning greenish after being exposed to air; its taste is mild to slightly acrid. the flesh of the entire mushroom is brittle. the latex exuded from injured tissue is indigo blue, & stains the wounded tissue greenish."

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"thank you for the request !! i really love this one, but will likely never seen it in person. ^^" very beautiful mushroom."

[its-kayyyy]

indigo milk cap (lactarius indigo)

note!! please do not pick and eat mushrooms by yourself! it is very easy to pick up the wrong mushroom and I could be poisonous!

the indigo milk cap is a bright blue colored mushroom that grows throughout north america, east asia, france, and central america.

this mushroom is edible. it has a bitter almost peppery taste to it, and the flesh of this mushroom is also very firm.

common places for this mushroom can be found are: gulf of mexico's coast, mexico, guatemala, along the appalachian mountain range, arizona, california, virginia, (one county in) texas, china, india, costa rica, and south france.

the indigo milk cap has a depressed cap, pretty tightly pack gills, and a square shaped stem. the flesh is also blue and once exposed to air for awhile will turn a greenish color. and the milk of the indigo milk cap tried a greenish color.

in early stages of life the indigo milk cap is wet and slimy but grow dry and brittle once the mushroom is established and older.

[mutant-distraction]

The Unique Beauty of Lactarius indigo

Lactarius indigo, also known as the indigo milk cap, is a unique mushroom found in North American forests. Its distinctive blue color and latex make it a fascinating subject for mycologists and nature enthusiasts alike.

source: Moon Hippies

[thegoldencontracts]

(Not) A Stand-Up Guy

Summary: Your boyfriend is being insulted. Naturally, you defend him. Problem is... That's kind of hard.

Characters: Azul, Jade

Azul Ashengrotto

It was a peaceful day as you passed through the hallways to run a quick errand; delivering papers to Professor Crewel. The halls were almost completely deserted, every little sound echoing through the walls.

And one of those sounds was the sound of people insulting your boyfriend.

"Ugh," said some guy. "The damn crook. Can't believe people like him can be housewarden."

"We should beat him up." Silence. "I-I'm joking," said the other guy hastily. "Obviously, I know that wouldn't work with those goons of his. He's still annoying, though."

"His voice pisses me off."

"His voice?" Said another guy incredulously. "What about the fact that he's a terrible person?"

A terrible person was definitely an overstatement. Though he definitely had his flaws, Azul wasn't Satan incarnate or anything Iike that.

And- now that you thought about it, didn't these guys cheat off you during Alchemy? What were they doing insulting you boyfriend when they knew you could hear them? Didn't they have an ounce of respect?

...Or did they just think you were a pushover?

You were beginning to feel offended on your own behalf, too.

"Hey!" You said, turning to face them, closing the gap between you and the group of miscreants. "Don't talk about my boyfriend like that!"

"We're right," said one of the guys nonchalantly. You paused for a second.

He was a crook, and he did intentionally get on people's nerves. Curses.

"Uh, well-" You raised a finger to try and prove your point, except there was no point to prove. "He has a very lovely voice!"

"That he sweetens up to get on people's nerves," said a guy. He was right.

You paused for a second. They were right, weren't they?

No, no. You weren't going to let this slide.

"Still," you said, steeling yourself. Your voice instantly turned stony.

"Let's face it: Night Raven's a school of schemers. You're all probably up to no good yourself. Azul isn't particularly worse than any of you, nor is he the morally irredeemable prat you seem to think he is. He's insanely hardworking, and probably more talented than you could ever be, considering how often you all try to pull a fast one and look at my answers during tests."

You paused for a long breath, taking in their shock at your words—and the fact you knew about them cheating off of you.

"So," you continued. "If you're going to use me to cheat or whatever, at least don't talk shit about my boyfriend when I can clearly hear you."

That promptly shut them up.

"Sorry, sorry," one of them said. "So... You won't tell Professor Crewel about... Uh...?"

You beamed.

"We're all good!" You said, switching up your tone immediately. You had gotten what you wanted.

The guy sighed.

"T-Thanks," he said, not really caring about Azul so long as he could keept cheating off of you during Alchemy.

"No problem!"

You beamed, off on your merry way. And, afterwards, you bumped into none other than your darling himself, Azul.

"I saw your little skirmish earlier today," he said with a grin. You laughed.

"I'd stick up for you again," you said. He smiled. "Even if it is super hard to do."

The smile fell right off his face.

"You'd do well to cease this line of conversation."

"Nah," you said. "I think I'll keep talking about it some more. I'll talk about you being a crook, and how you talk like Squidward from SpongeBob sometimes, and-"

"Insolent cretin."

"I love you too, Azul."

Jade Leech

Getting to pick Jade's mushrooms was quite the pleasant experience. They were all so pretty, and the garden itself was so well taken care of, not to mention how much glee you felt at the thought of Jade trusting you enough to ask you to pick some of his precious mushrooms for him!

As you finished storing the last of the mushrooms—Lactarius Indigo, a really pretty one; edible too—you practically skipped back to Octavinelle. Oh, how you loved mycology. The world of fungi was really quite fascinating.

So why did everyone think they were creepy? At least, they did in this school. Seriously, mushrooms weren't just not creepy, they were awesome! Mushrooms were one of the key players in the ecosystem, a great source of food, so varied in utility it was insane, gorgeous, not to mention-

"Oh, look," some guy said." It's the creepier Leech's servant, here to collect his fucking poison mushrooms."

"Don't say that! They're supposed to be together!" Said another guy with a snicker. "They're totally equals, you guys."

Your eye twitched. You could hear them. They knew that, right?

No, no. You had to be calm about this. Move on, ignore them.

"I wonder what kinda blackmail he's got on his little servant-"

"Oh, shut up!" You said before you could stop yourself. You'd lost your temper.

One of the guys scoffed.

"Your precious little boyfriend's a creep, and you know it," he said. Another guy nodded along.

"Wasn't that there thing about him finding people's private online accounts or some shit?"

You grit your teeth. That was... True, actually. He did that, and he also messed with others for his own amusement.

Curses.

"It's just the truth," said one of the guys. You noticed the yellow band on his uniform. Savannaclaw.

You smirked.

"Were you or were you not in on it when your dorm orchestrated the mass accidents? What about the stampede on Diasomnia?"

His eyes widened.

"I- uh-"

"That's what I thought," you said. "Might want to shut it, then. You're not exactly a saint yourself."

With that, you walked off, making one last comment about how they'd never been in a healthy relationship before. Still, you couldn't help but sigh.

You hadn't actually won the argument. You just- deflected their point.

Then again, did those guys really have a point? This was Night Raven. What made the things Jade did any worse than the misdeeds of other students?

You were pulled from your lamentations by the sight of Jade Leech.

"Thank you for so bravely taking a stand on my behalf, dearest," he said with a teasing look that contained a vague trace of sincerity. How did he even get that information? Hell if you knew.

"No problem, my dear princess," you said with an entirely straight face. "On that note, your knight has brought the requested items."

You pulled out the bag of mushrooms, presenting them to him with a smirk.

"Please, accept this humble offering," you said. It was all too satisfying to catch the split second of frustration on Jade's face at you playing along. Turnabout was fair play, wasn't it?

But, of course, he had to keep playing along. It was actually pretty funny, to be honest.

"I accept, my darling knight," he said with a smirk. "Of course, I must reward you."

"And how exactly do you intend to go about doing that?"

Your question was promptly answered when he pulled you in for a kiss.

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#704 GET THE NET-

You sigh and closes the door to the bathroom leaving your husband, look down at the ground, then to the right, where you find grains of both sand and snow leading to Triplet's room

Yuu: Kids! How did you manage to bring both sand and snow into the house?

You then look up at the ceiling and see a large hole...

Yuu*Proceeds to go to the triplet's room* I'm not even going to ask about that...

Yuu: KIDS!?

Yuu: Kids? Oh, my seven! Jade, get the hunting nets, they got out again!?-

Amethyst, Amanita & Indigo*Young voices speak up in synch* We're here!

You then look down to find toddlers that are a different fusion between you and Jade, Your two eldest daughters Amethyst & Amanita, and your youngest boy Indigo standing there with cute smiles on their faces, You tiredly go to hug the three

Yuu*Sighs with relief and kissing the cheeks*You're lucky you're three are so cute!~Otherwise I'd have sold you to the freak show by now

You pick up the three as best as you can and take them downstairs

Indigo: What's a fweak show?

Yuu: It's like our family, but people pay to see it-

Part 3 of:

Jade really named the kids all the kids after mushrooms...The boy's name is a Lactarius indigo-

The girls taker after jade...the boy takes after you-

[stari-hun]

All fun and games until I start thinking about a Reverse 1999 x Undertale crossover

Medicine Pocket try to steal Paps bones with the Doggos

Vertin and Toriel interactions

Flowey trying to mess with Desert Flannel and getting their ass beat by Plappy “It’s kill or be killed.” “Desert Flannel, a professional athlete who trained her arcanum to be able to fight when she’s needs protection on odd jobs: Pappy, beat his ass.”

White Rum and Sans interactions

Grillby and Spathodea interactions with her screaming the second she sees him. He thinks she’s scared of fire but then she comes running back with Ulu like :DDDDD!!!!!!

Napstablook and Mesmer Jr friendship

EZRA AND SANS FRIENDSHIP. “Oh what a gorgeous mushroom, could this be a variant of lactarius indigo?” “Haha, nah kid, it’s just magic”

[splashing-water]

lactarius indigo mushroom

[nana2359-blog]

Meet Indigo!

He's my second ever Furby, and second ever custom one!

○ His name is in reference to Lactarius Indigo, a blue mushroom that causes hallucinations when consumed by humans

○ He's a chill, silent furby who loves to gather mushrooms, seeds and berries in the wild

○ He was originally a Koala Furby from 1998 and is completely non functional

○ I made a mini terrarium with blue mushrooms to fit his aesthetic, but I just realized it didn't come out great on the photos

○ His mane customization was incredibly hard to achieve, and I had to re-do it multiple times (I am very proud)

[mysticalblizzardcolor]

The Unique Beauty of Lactarius indigo

Lactarius indigo, also known as the indigo milk cap, is a unique mushroom found in North American forests. Its distinctive blue color and latex make it a fascinating subject for mycologists and nature enthusiasts alike.

[godzilla-reads]

🍄 Daily Mushroom- Indigo Milkcap (Lactarius indigo)

[tigertaurus22]

Lempika is quiet and thoughtful, adding her two cents to certain situations when she thinks it necessary.

Souseiseki often uses her for recon or scouting but also for help with the harvesting of crops and disposing of compost.

She still has the ability to enter people’s mindscape N-Fields. Instead of simply cutting at the weeds stifling a soul tree’s growth, Lempika can cause them to decay and enrich the soil.

Her special ability outside the N-Field is causing technology to rust and decay at an exponential rate. This could be fatal to Reploids but it only seems to work on non-sentient tech.

She was created by the Mother Elf as a gift for Souseiseki, using a piece of her core energy and data from the maiden’s memories of her artificial spirit.

Lempika is the first cyber elf to resemble a fungus, specifically a Lactarius Indigo. It is more commonly known as the indigo milk cap, indigo milky, the indigo lactarius, or the blue milk mushroom. It is a species of agaric fungus in the family Russulaceae.

[spatheandspadix]

Fungi that are on Nurgle's team: ganoderma, chicken of the woods, green stain, honey mushrooms, corn smut, bread mold

Fungi that are NOT on Nurgle's team: indigo lactarius, boletes, russulas, fly agarics, chanterelles

[iambic-stan]

The other night I had a pretty ridiculous cardiophile dream, so I decided to write it down.

Vera's Hike

Vera has been walking for two hours, though she's covered less than three miles, much of it grueling.  She had forgotten about this park's ample hills from previous hikes, and she's more accustomed to walking on flat land.  Less steady than she'd like, she uses her walking stick to pull herself up the next hill, spying an eight-spotted tiger beetle running at lightning speed at the top--a quick but striking flash of iridescent emerald green.  She can feel her heart pounding from that last few steps up, and to her delight, she sees someone has fashioned some seating out of half of a fallen tree trunk. It has just enough room for one.  She balances her walking stick on a towering live oak, then collapses on the "bench."  After catching her breath, she pulls out her water bottle to take several drinks, then rummages some more through her backpack, pulling out the plastic bag that holds her coveted camo-inspired stethoscope.  Buying a stethoscope that blends into the woods was wishful thinking, she realizes, because using a stethoscope on a hike will make her stick out like a sore thumb no matter how much its tubing matches the landscape.  She feels a little self-conscious but reminds herself that she made up her mind on the drive over--if she wanted to listen, she was going to listen.  It didn't matter if a group of teenagers ambled up the hill and laughed in her face--she wanted to hear her pounding heart in the midst of these woods, to feel connected to something more authentic than her everyday worries, with the sound of her own heart racing in both ears.  

Determined to listen before she recovers from the climb, she rushes to put the ear tips in her ears and reach under her nylon top to listen over her tricuspid area.  There is something special, she's reminded, about feeling it and hearing it all at once, pounding so fast like it's in a hurry to get somewhere.  It makes her smile in the quiet of the forest, occasionally punctuated by the calls of birds, frogs, and insects, and she likes to think of its work, and by extension herself, as being part of the forest somehow.  She scans the area, noticing a black and yellow spiny orb weaver in the corner of her eye, traversing its web about eight feet up in the oak tree, the spines atop its body like a tiny tiara.  A squirrel runs up a tree across from her seat, a bird she doesn't recognize calls to another from several feet away, and Vera squints and leans over when she notices a white patch on the ground to her left--a crown-tipped coral fungus, she realizes. Carefully, she reaches down to touch the specimen and feel the intricate patterns in its little arm-like structures. "Atromyces pyxidates," she whispers.  She's been determined to teach herself scientific names of some of her favorites.  Though her brain has relegated the sound of her heartbeat to the background, she hears it thumping fast just the same--a side effect of listening, and of feeling the metal against her skin.  Her heart can't help but feel excited to be listened to this way.  Without realizing, she closes her eyes and leans back on the makeshift bench.

She must have dozed off, she realizes, opening her eyes to the trail and the woods surrounding her, ear tips still in place, permitting her to hear slower heartbeats  now.  She immediately gets a vague feeling of no longer being alone, and when she looks to her right, there seems to be...a figure?  But if there is, they're blending into the foliage remarkably well.  She focuses her eyes and sees an outline of various fungi--trametes versicolor in all of its sandstone-like variations, ganoderma sessile with its bold burgundy, trichaptum biforme with its tousled violet trim.  She focuses in and out, unbelieving.  Is she seeing lactarius indigo...eyes?  She immediately registers that indigo milkcap is one of her "bucket list" mushrooms with its beautiful pastel purple gills.  But what is she looking at?  How are all of these fungi in a cluster, and appearing to be standing upright in some vague humanoid form?  She shakes her head for a second, takes off her stethoscope and rises from her seat to approach this fungal mass.  Suddenly, a voice calls out, sounding partially like wind, and partially like a person of indeterminate gender.  "We have a question," the voice states.  Vera is stunned, struck dumb.  Several moments pass before she has the courage to ask, "Where are you?"  "Everywhere," the voice answers cryptically.  This feels like the opening scene to a horror film, and I'm the dumbass who goes into the woods alone, she thinks.  "We just have a question," it repeats.  Vera takes a deep breath, considers running, then allows her curiosity to win, hoping it doesn't get her killed.  "Ok.  What's your question?" she asks.

She wasn't sure what to expect, but a lecture from a deep, throaty voice that conjured images of James Earl Jones and Lauren Bacall at different intervals definitely didn't crack the top forty of possibilities her imagination had conjured.  "We have been trampled by countless careless bipedal and quadrupedal species.  Some have come in groups, making loud noises and disrespecting their surroundings.  Bickering with one another about 'jobs,' 'relationships,' and all other manner of irrelevant matters.  They do not often clear away the rubbish they bring.  The quadrupedal species, at least, have behaved the same way, more or less, for centuries.  They are predictable, but so are you bipedals, in your way.  You are consistently selfish and self-centered, but you have developed more advanced means of centering everything around you over the years."  Vera stands, strangely entranced by this deep, rhythmic voice rather than horrified at this scenario, not to mention what sounds like blanket contempt for humanity.  "What do you mean, centuries?" she finally asks. "What are you?"  For a while, she hears nothing.  Maybe they're not taking further questions, she thinks sarcastically.  "We are the mycelial network," the voice intones, just as Vera had begun to wonder if the conversation was over.  "We have seen what you cannot imagine in your short lifetime, but we haven't seen a hiker with your metallic tool, placing it on their body as you have.  We observed, but have not gained better understanding in the time you have been perched on the fallen host."  Vera turns and stares at the tree trunk.  She wonders if she would have been better off being caught listening by some school kids who would laugh at her and call her a freak.  At least that would follow some line of logic she's familiar with.  But she said she was going to practice talking about this, and so what if that involves going slightly (or wildly) insane in the process?  "It's called a stethoscope," she says, her eyes darting around the forest as it sinks in that the "mycelial network" is virtually everywhere.  "I, um...I have always liked them," she continues, her voice cracking when she tries to project.  "I love to listen to heart sounds with them, and I love to have someone else listen to my heart.  I wanted to hear my own heart beating fast when I got winded on this hike.  That's what it is and what it's about...for me, anyway.  It makes me feel a part of all of this somehow, like stripping existence down to its core," she says, gesturing vaguely toward the woods themselves.  Vera gulps, realizing that she's taking this situation seriously, when deep down she knows she must be dreaming.

"Curious," the voice seems to say after a pause for consideration.  "May we listen as well?"  Vera's brow crinkles.  "Ye--yes?" she says, high-pitched at the end like a question.  She picks up her stethoscope and holds it up.  In response, a spate of stereum ostrea rushes forth, the end of the structure taking shape like fingers.  Vera watches, jaw agape, as the binaurals disappear into the vegetation.  She hopes this isn't the last she'll see of her stethoscope.  After some manipulation of the instrument, the appendage moves toward her, chest piece "in hand."  Though this sight is surreal and she's tempted to run, she obediently sits down on the tree trunk.  Her heart starts to pound--it can't help it.  Her breathing turns quick and shallow.  What did she agree to?  How can someone be frightened and excited all at once?  The "arm" presses the chest piece against her bare skin.  The metal feels amazing; being listened to is always precious.  She sits quietly while the chest piece is moved around every available inch of her chest.  Is this me communing with nature? she wonders.  In a way that no one will ever believe if I tried to explain it?  It's certainly nothing like being auscultated at the doctor, she quickly realizes--this entity has no notion of aortic, pulmonic, tricuspid, and mitral valves, intercostal spaces, Erb's point, or anything else she's read in a textbook or on some cardiology website.  Instead, what feels like the entirety of her chest is combed meticulously, like some unfamiliar landscape.  The feeling of being the center of attention is divine.  Her heart pounds wildly, skips, and dances like it's performing--a euphoric but strange feeling when there isn't another human being to perform for.  She closes her eyes and her mind just goes blank.  She feels the most joy and peace she has in ages.  Yes, this was 100% worth the drive, she thinks, sighing contentedly.  She feels the presence of the listener somehow, but it says nothing more.

After a few more minutes, she opens her eyes and notices that her stethoscope is sitting on the bench.  Beside it is a small, fallen branch from one of the trees--one that wasn't there before.  She picks it up and notices it's covered in stereum ostrea.  She cradles the branch and runs her hand down the burnt sienna and eggshell-colored blooms, confused as ever.  "Hello?" she calls out into the brush.  There's no reply.  "So I did fall asleep," she says out loud.  This is the most sensible conclusion, but she can't shake the knowledge that the branch with the false turkey tail adornment wasn't lying on the bench a few minutes ago.  She decides she's never telling anyone this happened--they'd assume she was eating the wrong mushrooms.  She can't help but look at her surroundings a little differently, and with a knowing smile, as she gathers her belongings to continue her trek.  She quickly eats a granola bar and carefully places the empty wrapper inside her backpack before moving on.