#oak moss

[dreamiesgrimoire]

Uruz

•~Oak Moss~• Oakmoss can be used to attune to the spirit of the forest and the Gods of nature. enhances sensitivity and awareness.

[banicraft]

Pale Oak my Beloved

[expressions-of-nature]

Fontainebleau State Park, Louisiana by Lana Gramlich

[garfield118]

060624

[thekeymonster]

Feline Fae Bento Box - Sketchbook

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[krashlite]

Creaking!BigB from session 2!

I wanted him to be Of The Horrors, so now he's thoroughly half tree

how tree work? v

He doesn't have Any joint movement from that left foot up to his right shoulder due to the pale oak growth. This very much affects his mobility (specifically his ability to turn his upper body). He's mostly pivoting on his left foot to get around- which works pretty well!

Most injuries don't affect him like they would before, but this is because they get repaired with either oak, moss, or amber soon after the injury takes place. It doesn't exactly overtake BigB over time, just covers wounds. Hilariously, this has also affected his ability to get a haircut because it just kept growing back mossy (he gave up halfway through one and decided it looked cool)

This version of BigB can technically see out of any exposed amber on his person, including the heart. I imagine he forgets to turn towards people he's talking to because he can already see them without turning.

[bluebelly-sun-serpentine]

September 22nd, 2024

[rherlotshadow]

Ancient oakwood

[petitworld]

Peak District, United Kingdom by James Mills

[deermouth]

[wild-e-eep]

One last oak tree in the conifer plantation...

[needlefail]

Some leafs 🍃🍂🍁

[pamietniko]

Bonaventure Cemetery

Savannah, Georgia

[wildwithlight]

[adventuresofalgy]

Whatever will the weather birds think of next?!

Algy could hardly believe his eyes when he woke the next morning, for the sun was shining, and brightly at that! He had slept so very soundly, soothed by the great oak's lullaby, that by the time he was fully awake it was broad daylight, which at this time of year in the wild west Highlands of Scotland meant that the morning was already well advanced, and the sun was about as high in the sky as it was likely to get before it sank down to rest again.

Peering up at the magnificent old tree towering above him, Algy marvelled, not only at the unexpected sunlight that had brought a burst of beautiful colour back to the world, but also at the rich growth of bright green mosses and ferns which clothed the great trunks of the hospitable tree and were positively glowing in the unexpected light.

It was a braw day for an adventure, and Algy was keen to be up and on his way at last, but he was loath to leave the great oak, so he paused for a few moments longer. As he craned his neck back to gaze up high into its branches, Algy wondered just how old the tree might be, for it had certainly seen many, many winters before this one, and although he was not really small compared with many other fluffy birds, he felt positively dwarfed by the massive oak, and understood just how the rosebush must have felt, in Mr. Silverstein's poem:

An oak tree and a rosebush grew, Young and green together, Talking the talk of growing things– Wind and water and weather. And while the rosebush sweetly bloomed The oak tree grew so high That now it spoke of newer things– Eagles, mountain peaks and sky. "I guess you think you're pretty great," The rose was heard to cry, Screaming as loud as it possibly could To the treetop in the sky. "And now you have no time for flower talk, Now that you've grown so tall." "It's not so much that I've grown," said the tree, "It's just that you've stayed so small."

[Algy is quoting the poem The Oak and the Rose by the 20th century American writer Shel Silverstein.]

[heartshapedcaskett]

Sun bleached and sunken in the Georgia soil.