#veiled lady mushroom

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Veiled Lady mushroom, it was fun. i'm close to finishing 2022's funguary. a year later.

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Some mushroom folks

[studiomythka-blog]

🐉Dragon Project 020 - 🍄 Veiled Lady Mushroom 

Dragon Commission for: ElfPoles

[duskroads-draws]

Not really a doodle but it's still art so I'm counting it as my daily doodle lol.

A while ago my sister and I started painting out suitcases, I only got the top 4 mushrooms done at that point and haven't had a chance to go back and do the last two I wanted to.

Still a WIP, but I need things to dry further before I can finish it.

[daily-grian]

Mother Spore moment

[maxyvert]

🦇Folktale week 2022 masterpost!🦇

Tree - Star - Rebels - Costum

Ko-fi - Inprnt - Patreon

[leavingautumn13]

miscellaneous mar. 10 sketches and a peach profile pretend i posted this yesterday

[kidblink478]

Just a little funguary doodle. Not sure if this one was on this current year’s addition, I just thought it was cute. I was gonna do shading, but the dress was so time consuming that I got too tired.

[mycoblogg]

FOTD #045 : veiled lady! (phallus indusiatus)

the veiled lady mushroom (AKA bamboo mushroom, bamboo pith, long net stinkhorn, crinoline stinkhorn, & bridal veil) is a saprotrophic fungus in the family phallaceae, the stinkhorns. this species is found in DR congo, nigeria, uganda, zaire, brazil, venezuela, costa rica, tobago, mexico, indonesia, nepal, malaysia, india, southern china, japan, taiwan & australia :-)

the big question : can i bite it?? yeah !! in eastern asia it is considered a delicacy (& an aphrodisiac), despite its rotten smell. it also holds medicinal properties.

p. indusiatus description :

"mature fruit bodies are up to 25 centimetres (10 inches) tall with a conical to bell-shaped cap that is 1.5–4 cm (1⁄2–1+1⁄2 in) wide. the cap is covered with a greenish-brown spore-containing slime. a white mesh skirt surrounds the thick white stipe."

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[puddimilk]

Mushroom designs I’ve done for @birbycakes ‘ adorable Druid Grisette  🍄💖

[artofabookworm]

Mermay: Mushroom

Based off the veiled lady mushroom. 😌

[limeghosty]

My Inktober Day 13 - Fungi

[rootsofdread]

i'm trying so hard to not give my OC oleander a pretty dress but i am losing this fight they need one so bad. i have a good idea for the dress's design!!

[princessanonymous]

When Night Comes

Platonic Yandere Vampire

Next Part

Chapter 1. 𝓥𝓮𝓷𝓲, 𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓲, 𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓭𝓲.

Dorian de Beauvoir was an old soul. Something people would often never notice. After all, with his youthful features, no one would think he was past his thirties. He was attractive and he knew it. Blonde with blue eyes, the duke was often approached by ladies and gentlemen. Most encounters didn't end well for these people. If only they knew. If only they knew what he really was. Because behind all this pleasant — and perfect, dare he say — exterior, hid a monster. Dorian was a vampire, a creature of the night lurking in the shadows, ever watchful for unsuspecting victims to sate his unholy hunger.

This, in fact, was exactly what he was doing this afternoon. While he had a chevalier ring, shielding him from the effects of the sun, his preference was to hunt under the veil of night or during overcast days, when more humans ventured into these forests under a less harsh daylight.

Among these sunlit wanderers was a young maiden. Dorian could hear her footsteps and the faint hum of a tune as she ventured into a woodland clearing. Her attire, a simple woolen dress with an apron, bore the marks of labor and grime. It didn't take long for him to discern her as a peasant girl, no older than fifteen. With a determined expression, she foraged for mushrooms, collecting them diligently in her wicker basket.

She didn't notice him, too focused on her task to pay mind to anyone else. She was young. He typically avoided feeding on children, and yet, he found himself unable to look away. Still, Dorian observed from a distance. He himself wasn't sure why. Perhaps it had been because of the gaping hole he felt in his chest. Loneliness. A curse many vampires were accustomed to.

Once she was done with her task, she sat on the grass. Closing her eyes and sighing, she seemed to be exhausted by the work. The sun had set not long ago and Dorian questioned whether she intended to return home at all.

His decision was made, he left his vantage point and approached her quietly. "The sun has set," he spoke, causing the young lady to jump with a start. "Do you not have a place to be?"

She appeared surprised. Vampires had this ability to creep up on mortals without them noticing. The girl stood up abruptly.

"I— Yes," the peasant confirmed before beginning to walk away quickly.

"Let me accompany you." He followed her and soon caught up to her. "A young girl such as yourself shouldn't walk alone at this hour of the day," he commented, justifying himself as he added a pleasant smile. 

"That won't be necessary," assured the girl, "my Lord," she added, noticing his expensive attire.

"I insist."

And that was that. He had spoken with conviction, showcasing how he wouldn't change his mind. She looked tense, but didn't dare to refuse.

"Do you live nearby ?" He asked after a long moment of silence. She nodded mutely.

His attempts at small tasks proved to be fruitless, but he didn't mind too much. Nevertheless, the journey proved brief, as they reached a small cottage at the forest's edge within a quarter of an hour. Dorian's reaction was immediate—a derisive sneer contorted his features as he regarded the humble dwelling with disdain.

This... thing wasn't even the size of his wardrobe. It was a humble structure, its thatched roof weathered by time and rough-hewn wooden walls bearing the scars of years. The simplicity of the cottage's design and construction was an eyesore to the noble, who was accustomed to the grandeur of opulent manors and palaces. The dichotomy was painfully apparent.

A light chuckle escaped Dorian's lips as he surveyed the unimpressive abode. "This place?" He inquired almost rhetorically, his tone unimpressed by the humble dwelling.

The girl's demeanor stiffened visibly, and her response came with a touch of defensiveness. "Yes, it's my home," she almost snapped, a trace of pride in her voice.

His smile wavered, an odd sensation settling in his chest. It seemed as though she didn't quite belong here, amidst such simplicity. He looked down at the little mortal. He felt as if she shouldn't be here.

The door cracked open, a woman that looked quite similar to the little girl came out. Her mother. He narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw.

"(Y/N)," called the woman with a relieved smile. She put a hand on her hips and pointed at the young girl. "You were supposed to come back before the sunset, young lady," she scolded her with maternal authority.

(Y/n) appeared sheepish. "Sorry, mom," she said, a bit embarrassed. "I ventured a bit farther than I usually do. On the bright side, I found more mushrooms."

The mother sighed good naturedly before turning to Dorian. She now looked uncomfortable. "I apologize for my daughter, my Lord," she hastily said, her hand moving protectively to grasp her daughter's arm. "I hope she didn't cause any trouble."

The man's indifferent face shifted into a charming smile. "I can assure you she didn't," he answered. "I simply found this young lady alone in the woods and suggested bringing her back home."

The peasant woman expressed her gratitude with a touch of hesitation before they exchanged pleasantries and bade each other farewell. Dorian continued on his path, returning to his hunt, but his thoughts lingered on the girl. He couldn't help but wonder if this chance encounter had left as indelible a mark on her as it had on him. 

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

Rosaleen Blackwood

In the records of Maesters and the salacious accounts of Mushroom alike, Lady Rosaleen Blackwood, daughter of Petyr Blackwood and Jeyne Piper, a child of blood and history, she wore her Blackwood lineage with a sort of brazen pride that few could ignore. She was dark-eyed, with hair the colour of chestnut bark and a bearing as proud as the ancient weirwoods of Raventree Hall. Yet it was her eyes, deep and startling, that many remarked upon. Her gaze could flit from sharp curiosity to cold judgment in a heartbeat, and it was said even the most blustery lords felt an uncomfortable prickle when she looked their way. “Those Blackwood eyes,” as Mushroom wryly observed, “have a way of peeling a man to his marrow. I'd wager she sees every sordid thought rattling in his skull, and isn't impressed. She can strip a man of his dignity with half a sentence, and the poor fools she targets are left stammering as if they’ve been caught with breeches around their ankles. That one doesn't glide like the rest of the pretty little birds they send to court. No, she prowls, like she’s half-gone Bracken-hunting. A few of the cocksure types made the mistake of thinking her bluntness meant she'd be quick to bed. What they got instead was a mouthful of venom and a stare colder than the North. One poor soul called her a ‘raven in a nest of dragons’, she told him the sight of him indeed left her 'ravenous for better sport'. She’ll look a man over, through, and out the other side, like she’s judging what the Stranger himself will make of him, all the while wearing the pretending demure smile of a fool, hiding sharp-edged remarks behind thinly veiled compliments."

- Forged in Flames

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Veiled Lady Mushroom