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mag200 · 1 year
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FRUITING BODIES : a zine for pride month. terfs fuck all the way off.
consider dropping a ko-fi if you like my work
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centuriespast · 4 months
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Death Cap Fungus (Amanita Phalloides): Three Fruiting Bodies Cecil Henry Spencer Perceval (1849–1920) Wellcome Collection
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angelnumber27 · 4 days
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I don’t want to be a person- I want to be part of a mycelial network composed of hyphae that are just all of my favorite mutuals.
just me and my girls hanging out. transporting nutrients. forming fruiting bodies. creating mycorrhizal networks. Thats the dream
💭🧚🏼🍄🦠🔬🍄‍🟫🦋🌿🤞🏻
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tinydragondice · 2 months
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Introducing ‘Fruiting Bodies,’ because sometimes dice decide that they want to look like mold, and who am I to deny them?
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yourpoyopi · 11 months
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bracketsoffear · 8 months
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Daniel Robitaille/The Candyman (Candyman) "Something something being a metaphor for toxic and addictive love while trying to convert someone else into something like him. also the man is filled with bees."
The Narrator (Fruiting Bodies by RIP) CW for the music video: flashing lights, eyestrain, descriptions of body horror, mushrooms.
"The song 'Fruiting Bodies' basically describes the creation of a Corruption avatar, focusing on rot and decay rather than sickness. The opening lines get this across almost immediately:
"Oh, lately I’ve been awaking at night, out of breath and feeling scared I think I must be under attack, but nothing’s ever there Oh, I try to be the best version of me, so I push all the bad thoughts away" But, something snaps in the back of my mind, and I think about it anyway
She is kept awake at night by voices that she cannot discern the location of, and thoughts and feelings that are not hers. She describes it as an itch she wants so desperately to scratch, and people begin to get worried about her.
"A little fruiting body buds under my skin A trauma to the system’s all it needs to begin No, don’t come any closer! It’s a trick-trick-trick And it terrifies me morе than I intend to admit"
Mushrooms begin to grow under her skin, slowly sprouting the longer she survives. She describes her body as "rotting", and seems to give in to the corruption the longer the song goes on.
"The voices tell me something is hiding underneath the ground I repress my fright, and I cover my eyes and surrender myself to my fate The ones like me weren’t built to last…"
She starts to feel that she's not in the body she should be, that maybe the mushrooms are the answer to this dysphoria and she should begin to accept them. The next time she finds mushrooms, she describes them as "a tiny opportunity", and that she is now no longer able to cry.
"They’re coming after me, I can’t run away They hear me screaming in fear, they think it’s hilarious We’re coming after you, you can’t run away We hear you screaming in fear, isn’t it hilarious?"
The change in perspective during this verse comes from her own voice, and things begin to fully change. She's gaining memories she can't place, falling apart more and more to the corruption, and is fighting less and less.
"And a thousand fruiting bodies are spreading their pores It’s impossible to tell which ones are real anymore My organs and the colony will mix-mix-mix Now my body is the keeper of the roots in my core"
The entire song reads as a statement about the birth of a Corruption Avatar, one that slowly accepts her fate as the end of the song gets faster and faster."
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hamelinsnightmare · 2 years
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Fruiting Bodies
🍄 👁️ 🍄 👁️ 🍄 👁️ 🍄 👁️
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inzperati0n came fr0m diz: www.youtube.com/watch?v=rDhqYG… n da fact dat the z0ng reminded me 0f Murder!pep l0l
alz0 i didn't kn0w what 2 d0 4 a backgr0und z0 i juzt uzed the 1 in the z0ng. l0l
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heist · 1 month
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It is in your self-interest to find a way to be very tender
ok jenny fine.
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A thousand fruiting bodies are spreading their pores, it's impossible to tell which ones are real anymore
X-X-X X-X X-X-X
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likecastle · 1 year
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Has anybody come up with instructions for the fairy card game in Kathryn Harlan’s “Fiddler, Fool, Pair”? I desperately need to know how to play it, and I bet the deck would be so incredibly beautiful.
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theatre-bread13 · 1 year
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I’m not in the body that was meant for me
Tell me what I am supposed to do-?
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i-am-very-confuse · 9 months
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me when i don’t know how my mind acquired these memories
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ruckis-vandalizes · 2 years
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Goretober Day 10: FUNGI 🍄 👁
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saraquirtle · 1 year
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I felt still and very small, like how everyone feels in the presence of beauty. If I brought children here one day, they would not see this. It would still be beautiful.
— Kathryn Harlan, “Endangered Animals”
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bracketsoffear · 8 months
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The Narrator (Fruiting Bodies by RIP) CW for the music video: flashing lights, eyestrain, descriptions of body horror, mushrooms.
"The song 'Fruiting Bodies' basically describes the creation of a Corruption avatar, focusing on rot and decay rather than sickness. The opening lines get this across almost immediately:
"Oh, lately I’ve been awaking at night, out of breath and feeling scared I think I must be under attack, but nothing’s ever there Oh, I try to be the best version of me, so I push all the bad thoughts away" But, something snaps in the back of my mind, and I think about it anyway
She is kept awake at night by voices that she cannot discern the location of, and thoughts and feelings that are not hers. She describes it as an itch she wants so desperately to scratch, and people begin to get worried about her.
"A little fruiting body buds under my skin A trauma to the system’s all it needs to begin No, don’t come any closer! It’s a trick-trick-trick And it terrifies me morе than I intend to admit"
Mushrooms begin to grow under her skin, slowly sprouting the longer she survives. She describes her body as "rotting", and seems to give in to the corruption the longer the song goes on.
"The voices tell me something is hiding underneath the ground I repress my fright, and I cover my eyes and surrender myself to my fate The ones like me weren’t built to last…"
She starts to feel that she's not in the body she should be, that maybe the mushrooms are the answer to this dysphoria and she should begin to accept them. The next time she finds mushrooms, she describes them as "a tiny opportunity", and that she is now no longer able to cry.
"They’re coming after me, I can’t run away They hear me screaming in fear, they think it’s hilarious We’re coming after you, you can’t run away We hear you screaming in fear, isn’t it hilarious?"
The change in perspective during this verse comes from her own voice, and things begin to fully change. She's gaining memories she can't place, falling apart more and more to the corruption, and is fighting less and less.
"And a thousand fruiting bodies are spreading their pores It’s impossible to tell which ones are real anymore My organs and the colony will mix-mix-mix Now my body is the keeper of the roots in my core"
The entire song reads as a statement about the birth of a Corruption Avatar, one that slowly accepts her fate as the end of the song gets faster and faster."
Fur Beetles (The House) "A contractor (who happens to be a rat) throws his whole life and savings and loans into flipping a house hoping to earn himself a good life doing so, only to find out it's infested with a type of bug called a fur beetle, and their hairy, worm-like larva. He tries desperately to get them out and exterminate them so that he can sell this house, to no avail. Eventually, when he tries to show the house, two oddly bug-shaped rats show up and refuse to leave, obsessed with mold and chewing on fabric. And, eventually, they invite their whole giant family over as well. As he's despairing over this situation, fur beetles come out from his walls and ceiling, putting on a whole little song and dance number for him, just to taunt him.
He tries to chase them all out of his house with bug spray, only to make himself ill and sent to the hospital. The strange rats kindly pick him up and bring him home, where they and the rest of their family are throwing him a Welcome Home party, revealing that they're all strange beetle-rat hybrids, and they're not going anywhere. Soon, the house becomes a compete trashed pigsty, the beetle-rats devouring all the furniture, burrowing in the walls, and covering it all in filth. The contractor, still trapped there, loses it and seems to revert into a feral, animalistic rat, eating garbage and scurrying around in the house the beetles infested."
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