#brilliant mycelium

[dark-wackademia]

Omfg I’m soooo excited to watch this now that I know they’re gonna be on iiiit!!!! Also my mom finally is on the wave with me of recognizing how awesome Fungi can be that she joined a Facebook for it.

#brilliant mycelium #fantastic fungi #beautiful chorus #dark academia #dark acadamia aesthetic #the secret history #dark academia aesthetic #dark academism #fungi #mushrooms #nature #nature is awesome #Spotify

[thebibutterflyao3]

Day Twenty-One - Mushroom @sapphicmicrofics

April Daily Series - 961 words

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Marlene needed a solid plan. She was a bit shite at improvising on the fly. That’s why she was a good goalie, Marlene didn’t need to be creative with her saves. She stuck to her tried and true methods and refused to be baited out of her net.

I need evidence. She can’t argue with tangible proof that we belong together. Then again, she can’t argue if I’m kissing her either.

Technically, Dorcas could argue with a wall. That’s why she would make a brilliant lawyer. Marlene had no chance to win a verbal battle. Dorcas’s weakness was that she was sentimental. She still had the bowl they made together in the sitting room and hadn’t scratched out her message underneath, Marlene checked.

Goal: Convince Dorcas to take me back.

Steps: 1. Reminiscing 2. Kissing 3. Confessing my love.

It was a lofty goal, to be fair, and with a bruised nose, her charm had a heavy burden to overcome. Unless of course, Dorcas wanted to kiss her out of pity. Marlene certainly wouldn’t turn her down.

Kissing Dorcas was the key. They always spoke more clearly through physical affection. Dorcas couldn’t mistake her meaning, no matter how poorly her message was delivered.

Once they reached the flat, Dorcas disappeared into her room. Marlene was tempted to follow and continue their banter. Arguing often led to kissing, in her experience.

“Marlene,” Pandora whispered, waving her into the kitchen.

Curious, Marlene followed the summons. She checked the bedroom door before stepping into the kitchen, but it remained shut. Hopefully, Dorcas was simply changing her clothes.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Lily asked. “I don’t want to upset Dorcas on my second day here.”

Pandora hushed her gently, then focused on Marlene. “Are you a mushroom or a tree?”

“Huh?” Marlene glanced between the two women with a frown. “What does that mean?”

“Are you surface level?” Pandora elaborated, gesturing with impatience.

Marlene stared at her blankly. She was starting to wonder if she’d wandered onto a planet where everyone’s brains were extra wrinkly, while hers had begun to smooth. Either everyone in this flat was far too clever for a normal sod to understand, or they were complete nutters.

“I want to say ‘huh’ again, but I have a feeling that’s not the answer you’re looking for.”

Lily giggled. “She means your feelings for Dorcas. We can tell that you still care for her, but how deep does it go? How much is buried underneath? Is it like a tree’s roots? Or is it like a mushroom’s mycelium?”

“Plants aren’t really my thing,” Marlene said slowly, reaching for the door. “Hold on, I think I need a translator. Regulus? Do you speak plant nerd?”

A sharp snort from Regulus was followed by a booming laugh from James. The pair appeared in the doorway with matched grins. Regulus’s head cocked when he met Pandora’s intense gaze.

“Plant nerd?” he repeated, eyebrows raised.

“Am I a tree or a mushroom?” Marlene asked, shrugging. “If I had to pick a plant, I would have said eggplant just for a laugh, but this is over my head.”

“More like nettles,” James added with a smirk as he poked her arm repeatedly. “Little jabs that annoy the piss out of you and are impossible to ignore.”

Marlene flipped him off. “Not helping. Regulus? Care to give it a go?”

Regulus grabbed James’s hands and wrapped them around his waist, immediately distracting his boyfriend. “Behave, mon amour. Now, what are we talking about? Trees and mushrooms?”

Pandora scoffed, “It’s not that complicated! It was a metaphor for her feelings for Dorcas.”

“Marls doesn’t speak metaphorically either,” James said, propping his chin on Regulus’s head.

Marlene pointed at him in agreement. “What he said.”

Regulus frowned. “This isn’t any of our business, Panda.”

“Which is why I was using metaphors!” Pandora defended. She stepped forward and gripped Marlene’s chin, then tugged her head down. “Are you in love with Dorcas?”

“Yes, obviously. Who wouldn’t be?” Marlene snarked.

Lily, Regulus, and James all raised their hands. She glanced between them in confusion until Pandora forced her attention back on her face. For such a tiny woman, she was rather demanding. Marlene liked her already.

“Trees are show-offs, surface-level lovers. Their roots cannot support them and that’s why they fall. Shallow affection isn’t enough. Mushrooms have root systems that dig deep in the soil, connect with others and grow constantly. They can survive in any weather, withstand any trial. If the mushroom is plucked, it will simply regrow. Soul deep love survives,” Pandora explained tersely. “So, are you a mushroom or a tree?”

“Oooh. I’m a ‘shroom then. A psychedelic ‘shroom!”

James grinned wide. “That must be why Peter puts up with you.”

Pandora groaned and rubbed at her forehead. “You’re such a twit! I cannot begin to understand why Dorcas built a shrine for you.”

“A what now?” Marlene spluttered.

Lily cringed hard. “Perhaps ‘shrine’ is too strong of a word, love.”

“No, it’s not.”

Marlene waved her hands urgently. “Wait, wait, wait! What kind of shrine? Are we talking candles and voodoo dolls or hero worship?”

“Does it really matter?” James asked, nudging her shoulder with his own. “You would be into either of them.”

“True, but I want to be prepared. What kink am I appealing to? Am I sacrificing my body to my goddess or blessing her with my lofty gaze?”

James’s laugh bounced around the walls of the kitchen, while Regulus buried his face in his boyfriend’s neck and shook with silent laughter. Even Lily giggled, but Pandora continued to glare at Marlene. She was a tough nut to crack.

Oh good, now I’m making plant metaphors. It’s contagious! Maybe Pandora is poison ivy.

#dorlene microfics #dorlene #marlene x dorcas #marlene mckinnon x dorcas meadows #dorcas x marlene #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #slytherin skittles #marauders era girls #marauders girls #marauders characters #marauders era

[daisychainsandbowties]

I've said it once and I'll say it again a million times over, I'll never get over your commentary, makes me fall in love with my writing from a whole new perspective (just like your star wars au and wolfwren writings have sucked me into a never ending vortex of excitement for one another) going back to rereading your tags again now because you get it 🫠😭

no but your tlou au makes me explode like those acid bloaters i’m the creature rupturing its caustic body boils and i’m the guy being melted in the acid. what a molotov cocktail of a snippet, an au of an au and how tlou plays with what could have been and what never will be because of the love because of the love.

a game about hunger and rot and revenge and mercy and the bitter breaking of a life, but always coming back around to love - annihilator, saviour. and the love changed everything it doomed everyone it mattered so much. (it mattered that the love was there)

i just!!! love beatrice in your au she’s rough around the edges she’s a weapon she’s infected she’s immune. burns and ink and bite marks on her arm, her body a tragedy, a betryal, a flimsy hope snuffed quiet by love. brilliant in ava’s eyes.

i love their banter, the longing breaking like blood into water and GOD. that kiss. in a world closed like a fist around hunger, in the ruins of a grocery store with a thing eaten mad by mycelium lying broken on the ground. blood and rot and ruin and a kiss that saves no one, that spells doom for both of them (an ending, a beginning and they don’t know what’s about to happen. death outpacing them). love an outstretched hand trying to hold back the tide and beatrice at the shore between life and death clinging to ava, ava, ava

to the only thing that matters

#what i’m saying is the tags are effortless this au is so good!!!! #tlou au #in love in love in love with tlou beatrice

[captain-of-the-roses]

not me continuing to forget to post my fics here here's my valentine's day scarian fic I'm very proud of! A snippet for your consideration:

The first time Grian almost kisses Scar is in season seven. The Mycelium Resistance and HEP are negotiating and there is only one chair left, forcing Grian and Scar to share. There's a lot of awkward fumbling before Grian ends up perched on Scar's lap with one of Scar's hands around Grian's waist to keep him in place, both blushing.

The rest of the Hermits are discussing a peaceful solution and something about bets, but Grian can only focus on Scar. Grian is already shorter than him, as he is with most of the hermits, yet sitting on Scar's lap seems to only add to the fact.

Grian is too busy zoning out from the treaty discussion and wondering about his and Scar's height difference to notice Scar turning his attention to him. And then their eyes meet, for once nearly the same level.

Scar's eyes look like emeralds, Grian realizes. They are a brilliant shade of green, forever sparkling with some kind of amusement. The scars almost seem to highlight them, stretched like lighting across the sky across Scar's face. Grian follows the scars to Scar's mouth. His lips look surprisingly soft and, in the back of his mind, Grian wonders what they feel like.

Realizing what he just thought, Grian flushes a bright red and jerks his eyes away. Underneath him, Scar jumps in surprise and then chuckles, turning his gaze back to the meeting. Grian does similar, trying to will his blush away, and is thankful to see everyone else hadn't noticed the alterations.

#hermitshipping #scarian #my fics #trafficshipping #what tags do i use for these two??

[camping-with-monsters]

dropping some BMB character concepts—

“Vasilisa the Unfairly”

“One of the once living being that entered The Spotlight and succumbed to the groove— she went in with an unknown goal and a wooden doll in hand that was “charmed” to protect her. However, Vasilisa ended up losing the doll, and now wanders sickly through the glow, half-dead, and with clusters of mushrooms and veins of mycelium infesting her body, as well as an impressive pair of protrusions in a fully functional arm and a “head” that appears to look like a skull. The head can glow a brilliant orange like a flame when in the night and light herself a path, but most don’t assume kindly of someone in The Spotlight.”

(Based on Vasilisa the Beautiful/Fair and fairy rings)

“The Three Billy Goats Gruff”

“Also inhabitants of The Spotlight, possibly succumbing to the wrath themselves. To help those fall into to the groove, they attempt to charm others with a haunting melody and sing along. Marching to the beat of their own rhythm, they’ll do what’s necessary to win, even if that means sabotaging each other.”

(Based on The Three Billy Goats Gruff, fairy rings, and a lot of other weird prion/disease related stuff.)

“Merdusa”

“Should you be rafting your way through the waters towards “Giant Peach Island”, you best be weary about not disturbing the Merdusa that swims beneath the water. A bit more on the timid side unless provoked, looking into her eyes long enough can make your body attempt to disintegrate into sea foam. It’s undetermined if she does this willingly, or is just an unfortunate feature of her’s.”

(Based on The Little Mermaid and Medusa)

Credit to @pazam for help with this design!

#are they villains? ehhhh….. I prefer “obstacles” #I actually have a couple more than this #but now showing on accounts to them not having personalities/development yet besides designs #sorry these are so messy but here are some of my new sillies I’ve been cooking up #those who remember by DST oc Willabelle may find Vasilisa familiar…? #this post is killing me cause the format feels weird to me but eh whatever #Merdusa did not mean to become Cala Maria I swear /LHJ #Vasilisa The Unfairly #Three Billy Goats Gruff #Merdusa #Blind Man’s Bluff #Tags of Whistlegrimm #ocs #original characters #original stories #art #digital art #character design #character concepts #concept art #doodles #sketches #digital sketches #The Kiwi Draws

[morgan--reads]

Entangled Life - Merlin Sheldrake

Summary: An exploration and explanation of the nature of fungi that also explores recent research into this often ill-understood type of organism. 

Quote: “Fungi, like plants, are decentralized organisms. There are no operational centers, no capital cities, no seats of government. Control is dispersed: Mycelial coordination takes place both everywhere at once and nowhere in particular. A fragment of mycelium can regenerate an entire network, meaning that a single mycelial individual—if you’re brave enough to use that word—is potentially immortal.”

My rating: 4.0/5.0     Goodreads: 4.38/5.0

Review: I first encountered Sheldrake and his work in my beloved Underland and the same enthusiasm and down-to-earth tone coupled with a brilliant expertise shines just as much here as it did there. Fungi are unbelievably weird and Sheldrake presents as many biological mysteries as he does explanations. In addition to focusing on the many ways that fungi shape the world we live in—it’s many more than I would have guessed—the book also devotes time to the humans who hunt, study, and try to utilize fungi. These people are just as weird and brilliant as the fungi themselves. 

The audiobook, read by the author, is great. 

To listen: Merlin Sheldrake and his brother, the musician Cosmo Sheldrake, made a song to promote the book. 

#entangled life #merlin sheldrake #book review #book recommendation #natural science #fungi #nonfiction

[rambling-addict]

Raelle m’fuckin Collar is back, bwitches! I almost screamed in excitement as soon as she was on screen!

And who would she be “sharing” her first scene back? Of course, it could only be her wifey—in death cap form, lol.

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Sexy weird connection is still intact, oh yeah! Lol. I swear, this is literal soulmate shit—Scylla being able to reach Raelle into the unknown depths of the mycelium and Raelle hibernating for who knows how long and easily waking up because her wifey called. Look how happy they both are, just hearing each other’s voices.

And can I just say… Raelle is a smokeshow in this short scene!

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I am in love again… *dead*

What a great comeback scene. Hopefully, now that she’s back, the pace will pick up now. Seriously, we’re at episode 6 now. I am so ready for some action scenes that’ll keep me at the edge of my seat.

Warning: SPOILERS ahead. Scroll away if you don’t want it. Otherwise, read my usual mad ramblings.

Now, we’ve established that Willa is still somewhat Willa, but she’s some sort of mycelium pawn getting rid of the Camarilla men in charge poisoning the mycelium.

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It’s so fitting, choosing Willa to do this. Who else would do a better job than a mother who died protecting her child? Maybe the mycelium really was just protecting her chosen one, no matter how dodgy she went about it. But I’m glad all the drilling sites are found now.

Raelle is coming back.

This episode is somehow all about reuniting and finding hope.

Abigail reunited with her mother. Anacostia is back in the fold, too.

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I’m always glad to see Abigail and Petra being affectionate. It’s such a massive difference from season 1. And now, Adil is part of the family, too.

Then, Tally made amends with her mother—which is just so beautiful.

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They both found out that they’re not so different after all. They’re so alike in being firm in their beliefs. Who knew Tally’s mother was such a badass, too? You’d think the matrifocal compound would be the first ones to bend over to the Camarilla, but they’ve definitely got their backbones intact.

Tally needed this from her mother. Maybe now, she could believe in herself more.

And then we have Scylla with Raelle’s father. I just love their easy but going stronger bond.

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Collars do have a way with pulling a genuine smile from Scylla. They’ve accepted her with open arms, despite her morally-gray past. Even Quinn, I bet. Our little necro bean has come a long way.

Raelle had changed her for the better. And that’s love.

And that scene where she begged Willa to bring Raelle back or take Scylla to Raelle—whichever the option, it doesn’t matter.

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Scylla was willing to go to the unknown, if only to be with Raelle. And when Willa said sorry, you can see the devastation on her face—her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Kudos to Amalia for being so brilliant as always. I felt that so much. And Edwin’s cries, too. Damn, my heart.

Raylla’s reunion scene better be soooo epic. Then again, it’s Taylor and Amalia—I know they’ll do justice to this much awaited scene. Also, on a side note, how many reunion scene of Raylla do we have?? It’s too many, I swear!! Why keep them apart?? Never again, okay! Haha.

Anyway, if there’s any pro to Raelle being kidnapped by a mushroom, it’s that Scylla has finally earned a place in the unit.

I mean, look at this.

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This. Is. Beautiful.

I’m sure Raelle would be happy that they’re somehow all getting along now. Now, if Abigail would just stop the Spree comments, it wold be even more perfect. Seriously, I know Abigail always refers to Nicte when commenting about it, but it still hurts Scylla when she hears those, too.

Then, last but not the least… Alder.

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What an inspiring scene. Again, hope is definitely the theme here. She knew everyone at Fort Salem was losing faith and hope. They’ve lost so much—so many of their sisters dead, their freedom gone, their safety and future compromised. And so her appearance showed that a higher power was at work. There was hope.

I’m holding on to hope that this show gets taken by Netflix or Hulu. This show, as I’ve said again and again, is vastly intricate and well-versed. There could be more to this story. And the cast and creators—all brilliant. They cater to fans, they take care of their own. They deserve more seasons.

Let’s keep our fingers crossed.

#raylla #motherland fort salem #raelle collar #scylla ramshorn #tally craven #abigail bellweather #i’ll say it again #if you read all of this you’re awesome #im excited to raylla next episode! #give it to me #i’ll take whatever crumb you throw at me #i’m a hopeless case lol #ok byeee

[anarchistfrogposting]

Without joy you have already lost the battle, it is futile. When you're long gone and the insects and mycelium render you to withered bone, orange will still be there. And despite knowing your arrogance and callous rejection of its warmth, every evening it will still paint the sky and shine its splendor upon your cringefail grave.

Without joy I am filled only with rage at the filth we call “the colour orange”. When the mycelia reach out their fragile hyphae to my bones they will be so repulsed by the potency of the anger that poisoned my body that the earth will forget my white-bleached bones and I will lie forever in the earth; an impossible fossil. Every evening and every dawn orange will taint an otherwise perfect sky. Every year for centuries my grave will lie barren and bare, untouched by nature. And I will gleam a brilliant white six feet under.

[secret-bug-pain-blog]

Febuwhump, Day 3 - Muzzled

This one's, uhh, been delayed a bit. A lot, we mean. It's hit 5k words, so that should get you an idea of what you're getting into, here. Long-ass fic, lots of Leif. Uses @motheatencrow's Vampire Leif, which is... not the first Vampire Leif thing we expected to post (we had another wip on the go which is technically a prequel to this, so... hope our unpolished whump writing doesn't turn you off this too much).

AO3 link is here, we hope you enjoy the fic.

The world was… disorienting, coming out of Snakemouth.

Leif knew he’d… changed, since coming out of that cave. Even without the comments his companions had made, his limbs felt awkward, gangly, hard to control. His muzzle felt too long, too full of teeth, the pouches his over-long fangs slid into made him shudder with the raw wrongness of the sensation. The stalks sprouting over his back captured too much input, the sun gnawed at his back in unwanted dry and heat, he felt off-balance as he loped awkwardly over the ground and he could still taste their hemolymph in his mouth, and he just…

He wanted to go home.

He caught Kabbu and Vi shooting concerned glances at him, as he walked along. The sun was too bright, shooting brilliant spears of light past his eyes, and the dirt under his paws was too rough, too dry, too sandy. The world was starting to hurt, and he didn’t know if he could…

“Hey, dude, uhh, are you feeling okay?” Vi asked. He flinched at the sound of her voice- too loud, too forceful, the buzz behind her tone feeling like it was shredding the insides of his ears like cheese. He stopped, reigning back the urge to paw at his head.

“Leif-“

“We’re fine,” he said, cutting her off. It was hard to speak- the words felt like choking up hard-edged caltrops, getting stuck and tangled in his throat, and he could feel the urge to slip back into that other language, the garbled, warbling tongue that would trim the sharp edges of Bugnish off but would only tangle his tongue further.

Everything was too much, and he just needed to go home, talk to Muse and hide in their dark room and banish the world for just a little bit. The outskirts weren’t that far away, it’d inly be a few hours before they’d arrive in the Capitol, he would be fine.

“…If you say so,” Vi muttered, sounding unconvinced. Leif grimaced at her tone. Still too much, still too loud- he just had to get to Muse, and she would help. He just had to wait until they got home, until he could speak to her again, until he could…

The world was too loud for him to do anything but shake his head to toss the coarse feeling of the thought out.

The ground started looking… developed, far sooner than he expected. The land went from sandy, dusty ground to dirt road, trampled with a thousand paws, that was all the more unpleasant for the fact that his claws refused to sink into it.

Everything felt… unfamiliar, but he could’ve sworn he knew these roads.

The pads of his paws felt like they were going to bruise, and he found himself switching to all fours to take weight off of them, fruitlessly trying to shield the spurs of mycelium growing from his back with his wings. The sun only seemed to get hotter, beating down on him, sinking into his fur and melting his thoughts, making his head pound.

Hadn’t it been autumn, when he went in?

It took far less time to get to the Capital than it should have, but Leif’s head was already pounding. He couldn’t see anything but glittering spears of light, stabbing into his eyes over and over again, and he could barely scrape his thoughts together to process half the information his head was giving him. He opened his mouth to pant, to try and shed some of the oppressive heat-

“You’re alive!”

The exclamation – loud, too loud – speared right through Leif’s skull, and he reared back, pawing at his antenna. There were so many scents here, so many bugs mixing in his sight, too much too much too much-

“What in the name of Venus is that?!”

Leif tuned out the conversation – couldn’t follow it, couldn’t make sense of any of the voices rattling into his ears and through his head, couldn’t focus through the waves of raw emotion and thought battering at his head-

A paw grasped one of his forelegs, and he jerked, nearly lashing out at them- only managed to stop himself when he processed the sight and scent of Vi. Her words sounded like babble, and he could hardly coordinate his limbs to follow as she pulled him away – too long, too tall, too everything to control.

She lead him- somewhere, and he practically collapsed at the sensation of wet earth under him. He felt too dry, too strained, too… everything, and he felt… gods, he didn’t know. His movements were jerky, and he could only draw himself to think in flashes, flickers of thought that failed to join into a coherent whole.

It was too much.

It took all too long before he could force his thoughts to be coherent again.

They were sitting… under something. A building, of some sort – he could faintly see two bugs, just barely out of his field of view. They were in damp soil, shaded by its bottom, surrounded by some sort of stone. Kabbu and Vi were around him. He could sense something else below, too deep to reach but tickling at the edges of his vision.

His head still hurt.

Slowly, he drew his senses back. The world was still too loud, rattling at the edges of his vision, too much for him to parse, too much to so much as listen to without becoming a solid front of noise. His antenna ached, his claws still rebelling against his control, his fur feeling too heavy and too light all at once. He could sense Kabbu and Vi sitting by him, just far enough not to touch, just close enough that he could taste the scents on their shells.

He waited one minute, two minutes, three. Let the static recede. Hauled himself up, smoother than he could have with the world… screaming in his ears.

He’d nearly attacked Vi. Again.

…he didn’t know there was any sort of building like this in the Ant Kingdom.

They perked up pretty much the moment he hauled himself to his feet, and Vi wasted absolutely no time closing the gap between then. “Oh, thank fuck-“

Leif winced at the volume, static in his head swelling. “Quiet, please.”

“Sorry.”

Vi quieted down, but he could hear her curiosity buzzing, just under her skin. He shook his head from side to side, tried to clear his senses, tried to set himself to rights before he tried to speak again. Kabbu and Vi waited patiently as he cleared the pain best he could, trying to rattle out the noise in his head.

Finally, it seemed… manageable. He still winced at the sound in his ears, but it was… something he could handle, if tentatively. He shook himself one last time, just to make sure.

“…you can talk now. We’re okay.”

Surprisingly, it was Kabbu who spoke up, rather than Vi. “What in the queen’s name was that? You were acting-“

“You started wigging out, and doing that weird puppet-movement thing again, and then you almost smacked me when I tried to drag you away! You kept making these weird noises, like-“ Vi tilted her head, making a noise that sounded like a bug drowning in their own lungs and had him jerking forward to press his body over her before he so much as realized he was moving.

“…like that, yes.” Kabbu said. “Are you-?”

“We’re-“ Leif broke his sentence off as Vi squirmed out from under him, brushing by the spines of mushroom breaking his shell and making him wince at the feedback.

“…We don’t know.”

“Are you sure that you’re-“

Kabbu didn’t finish the sentence as Leif snapped his head to the side, another bug entering his view with a sudden flood of blood-clay-stone. A bug he didn’t know- a mantis, by the smell of them, unfamiliar, unsafe, getting closer by the second-

“Ah, Sir Maki!” Kabbu called, pulling himself upright as Vi practically launched herself across the hidden niche. “Did Eetl-“

“He called me over, yes. He said that you retrieved the artefact, and… something about a monster. Do you know what-“

Someone they knew, then. Someone they… someone Leif hoped they could trust.

“Shit, right.” Vi snapped her fingers. “That’s- we found an, uhh, guy? Moth-looking mimic, or some weirdo species of moth, blue and yellow, said he was a scout? He’s-“

Blue and yellow?

“We’re right here,” Leif said.

Both Vi and the mantis jumped, startled. Leif slowly shifted himself up, leaning his weight onto his front paws. He forced himself up, though his body still felt stiff and hard to control, leaning on a rock and digging his claws into the earth.

“...ah.” The mantis looked down at him, flickering between a mix of cautious anticipation and faint curiosity. “And you are-?”

“Leif.”

“I am Maki.” He paused, tilting his head. “…I was lead to believe that you were more- aggressive, when Eetl came calling.”

“Yeah, he got kind of wigged out, while he was talking to Eetl. It was- I guess it scared him, or something.” Faint, bittersweet concern gathered under Kabbu’s shell as Vi gestured dismissively.

“Scared him… how?”

“Well, I mean, Leif’s pretty intimidating-“

“Things got… overwhelming.” Leif interrupted. He pulled his wings tighter around himself, wincing as it jostled the spurs growing on them. “The world was too loud. We… lashed out, a bit. It shouldn’t happen again.”

Recognition and sympathy flicked across Vi’s face, and the concern under Maki and Kabbu’s shells sparked up again.

“Right.” He shook his head, trying to toss away the feeling. “Your… companions? have an audience with the queen. Regarding the artefact that they reportedly-“

“Not just reportedly!” Vi skittered under Leif’s legs, pulling out the Mask, and Leif winced as the brilliant light of its enchantment pierced his eyes. “It’s the real, deal, see?”

“If that’s the case, then you should go to see the queen immediately for your reward. Leif, you may wish to stay behind-“

“No.” Leif cut him off. “We… we need to speak to the queen. There are… there are things we feel we need to talk about.”

“It’s a meeting for the members of Team… Snakemouth.”

“And he’s a member of Team Snakemouth, right, Kabbu?” Vi tugged on Kabbu’s claws, jolting him out of whatever worried mist he’d fallen into.

“Yes- right. He… did help us get the artefact, after all.”

“…if you’re sure. I’ll send you the paperwork later.” Maki turned back to Leif, and Kabbu gave Vi an uncertain glance behind his back. They began whispering something as Maki hoisted himself up higher, looking Leif in the eye.

“Are you certain you want an audience with the queen? I’m certain that there are better ways to speak about whatever information you have, and if it’s anything important, there are official channels that are less…” He trailed off as Kabbu and Vi’s whisper-argument intensified, that deep-seated worry resurfacing.

“…We’ll be fine.”

“I don’t doubt that, it’s just-“ Maki cut himself off, turning something over in his head. He took a deep breath in, settling his claws on his sword. “…You might be muzzled, if there’s chance of you posing a risk to the queen or her guard. Nothing personal, of course- it’s outdated, but it’s standard procedure, and it isn’t that uncomfortable once you get used to it-“

“…It’s fine. We understand. We wouldn’t want us near our grubs, either.”

He’d already attacked the bugs who’d saved him once. He didn’t need any more guilt on his conscience.

A faint flicker of concern rolled over Maki’s face, but he shook it off fairly quickly.

“…if you’re sure.”

Kabbu and Vi continued to squabble as Leif slowly drew himself to full height. His bones ached – like he’d been trying to drag half a ton of slag on his back, and something in him cried for him to give in and collapse into the damp dirt again. He resisted, despite it – he needed to do this. Something felt… wrong, deep in the pit of his stomach, in the inconsistencies and oddities of the road, in the temperature, in the building they were hidden under even now, and he…

Even if he was a temporary member of Team Snakemouth now, he had a team of his own to return home to.

“Kabbu, Vi.” Maki spoke, snapping them out of their conversation. “If you’re done… consulting, the queen’s expecting you to arrive at her quarters as soon as possible.”

“Of course, Sir Maki. We… wouldn’t want to leave her waiting.”

[BREAK]

An ant guard offered Leif the muzzle before they even passed into the Ant Kingdom’s plaza.

“It’s standard policy,” they explained. “For protection of the Ant Capitol, we can’t be having strange bugs just… sinking their fangs into people, and with non-citizens especially, we can’t trust you’ll keep your mandibles to yourself.”

Leif could see Vi bristle, out of the corner of his eye, and Kabbu hesitate. Uncertainty, dislike, a hint of anger from Vi’s side- Leif slipped on the muzzle, before anyone could do anything stupid.

It was a fairly simple style. An iron cage, meant to be slipped over the muzzle. It was just slightly too small on Leif, chafing at his jaw, rubbing against the mycelium rising off the back of his ruff in a cascade of sensations that made him wince. A necessary sacrifice, though it made the world just a touch less bearable.

If his changes made it so other bugs couldn’t even recognize him as one of the Queen’s own adventurers, it was probably necessary to allow them to be… at ease, around him.

He’d nearly killed both of his new teammates, when he’d first woken up. He didn’t want to hurt them again.

They, of course, didn’t see it like that.

“Who the hell do they think they are? I mean, pulling shit like that – what, do they think you’re a weevil? Do they think you can’t control yourself? I mean – this shit’s why no one likes Elizant. She’s a fucking hypocrite, and this proves it. No wonder you barely see any mantids, if standard policy ends up like this. At least the first one was obvious about not wanting bug-eaters around.”

“Some towns had similar policies, back in the North, but it was… frowned upon. Any bug already travelling with someone wouldn’t be the sort to attack at random, and assuming a companion would turn on their friends given half a chance is pure madness! It’s-“

“We’ve already turned on you twice, haven’t we?”

Both Kabbu and Vi went quiet. Leif turned his head away from them, following Maki as they walked towards the palace. He knew the road, already – he reported directly to the queen, when he returned from missions, he could follow it in his sleep.

Vi caught up first. “Leif, you can’t just- look, Snakemouth was different, okay? If I’d been stuck tied up in a cave and starving to death for however long, I’d probably bite the first bee I saw, too. It’s not like bugs don’t go feral from time to time-“

“But we did it again. When you tried to lead us away from those bugs, we-”

“That doesn’t count. I mean, I’ve been there, and like- It’s not your fault, okay? You didn’t even hit me, and I know it’s not because I dodged that. You’re not gonna, like, kill people ‘cuz you could-“

“And it wouldn’t do much if he did want to kill anyone, anyways,” Kabbu added. “With most of the towns that put… similar policies in place, I generally heard word of them being dismantled within a few years. Usually by those affected by them… or their friends.”

A dull, oily feeling coated Leif’s throat. “And what if it happens again? What if we lash out against someone, and we-“

“Then we could stop you, or at least get you away from any other bugs, and it- we wouldn’t need to muzzle you to do it. Kabbu’s got plenty of blood left, we could feed him to you!’

“We could not feed me to Leif. If it was- hunger, then there are plenty of lesser bugs around the outskirts. Besides, I’d imagine that it… wouldn’t help, with any sensory issues, to be put in a muzzle.”

“Exactly!”

Leif turned away from them again. Something dull and poisonous stirred in his stomach, tinged with the faint taste of bitter worry. “We can tolerate it. We just… need to talk to Queen Elizant, first. Then we can talk about it.”

He didn’t want to blatantly spit on any policies on his first report as… this. He knew why something like that would be in place. He had to have been trapped in there for a while. His changes were unnerving enough that he… understood, why they needed to use something like that. He doubted the queen would let anything that looked like a bug-eater within ten feet of her palace, without something in place to ensure her safety, especially with him so… difficult to recognize, like this.

It didn’t silence the uneasy feeling beginning to stir in his stomach.

The others were silent, for most of the rest of the trip. Leif wasn’t sure if he wanted to be grateful or not for it. Vi still brushed close to his paws, barely a hair from being entirely underfoot, Kabbu just barely close enough for Leif to practically taste the discomfort on his shell. The muzzle chafed, rubbing against his shell with every little movement, practically peeling itself through his shell as he walked. He ignored it best he could.

This was necessary.

Just a bit more, and they’d hit the plaza.

Leif turned the corner, and-

There were so many people.

The muzzle rubbed against the bridge of his snout as he stumbled as the sudden onslaught. There were more bugs in the town than he’d ever seen before, a wave of emotion and noise and buzzing, screaming, scraping-

He felt spikes of concern spark from Kabbu and Vi as he stumbled, head fuzzing up with sheer loudness. There had to be dozens of bugs at the untrance alone, conflicting scents and sounds and sights jockeying for position in his head. It felt like he’d stepped into the Golden Settlement on harvest day, bugs going every which way in every size, shape and species a bug could possibly imagine.

It was too much.

He…

He couldn’t stop here. He had to know what had happened, what had been done while he was in that cave, why even the stone under his claws felt worn and ragged and alien under his claws. He needed-

“Leif, are you okay?”

His response was incomprehensible, even to him.

“Shit,” he heard Vi say. “Kabbu, can you-“

The mantis. “Elizant won’t appreciate the delay, but I understand if you need to-“

Their voices grated, notes in a cacophony of overwhelming, unceasing loud, raking across all of his senses. Leif shook his head, wincing as the muzzle chafed against his ruff again, forcing himself back onto his feet with harsh, jerky motions. “We’re fine,” Leif forced out, his own voice feeling like sandpaper on his throat. “We don’t- we need- we need to speak to the queen.”

The words tangled, mixed, changed on his tongue – he could tell before he spoke them that they came out wrong, and he wasn’t even sure if he was speaking Bugnish through the brilliant haze of stuff fogging his senses.

It was too much.

“We need to talk to the queen,” he repeated.

His head hurt too much to tell what kind of look Kabbu and Vi were giving him.

It was practically impossible for him to hear himself think, against the sheer overload of bugs brushing through the place. His muzzle chafed against his skull, his teeth were too big in his head, his limbs fumbled over the ground seemingly without his input, he leaned and stumbled and dragged his way through a hundred, thousand voices, a billion sensations against his shell and his fur and the senses he got from the spurs sprouting from his back. There were too many people, awash in a sea of hurry-impatience-startled-hungry-contented-worried-annoyance-fear-fear-fear-

They brushed through the gate, and slowly, things began to die down.

The muzzle rubbed painfully against the back of his head. The fungal growths from the back of his head felt dry and flaky. His legs kept going, seemingly without his input, forced forward by some other force until he couldn’t see the gate anymore.

…pulled. He was being pulled.

“…Do you need to sit down?”

Leif barely took a second before his legs collapsed from under him. His head ached, overloaded with too many things – it was hard just to process, let alone make sense of. He felt like his brain was stuffing itself with razor blades, and he was powerless to stop it, only marching along under another bug’s power. Everything hurt, the muzzle chafed at his fur and his head and his brain, and he…

Leif lay there. Too long, probably. The queen wouldn’t want to wait. Wherever this was, here, it wasn’t in shade. The sun hurt his head, darts of brilliant light refracting through his eyes to spear through his already-disrupted thoughts. He tried to shut them, but his eyelids were frozen against the surface of his eye, immovable and unmelting until he finally managed to rummage through his brain enough to shut them down.

It was far easer to think, when the world was dark.

He sat there. However long it was. Slowly, surely, gnawing through the stream of sensory information. The plaza was so much more – crowded, than when he’d last been there. He counted half a dozen species he’d thought weren’t even allowed inside the doors, let alone in the Ant Kingdom���s capitol. Had something happened, while he was out? Even the walls seemed…

Finally, his thoughts ground to a halt. He sat there, in silence, clearing out his head until his thoughts weren’t clouded with everything from before, until static and past experience wasn’t sparking across his senses every second. Everything was blank.

He hoped that he wouldn’t need to repeat it, on the trip back around.

Leif’s senses flickered back to life, one by one, as he pulled himself back up. There was another bug with them now – an ant? Not one from a colony he knew, but one that smelled faintly of the Ant Kingdom. A visitor from another colony, maybe. If another kingdom had dropped by to speak, that would account for…

He ignored all of the inconsistencies with that explanation.

“Oh, thank Venus, you’re awake – Leif, are you feeling all right? Do you need some help? If it’s too much, then-“

Garbled noise spilled from Leif’s throat. Not Bugnish, not yet – he stumbled, trying to reorient himself. They were in... somewhere quiet. No shade, the uncomfortable feeling of sunlight beaming down on his side - the palace bridge. Yes. Kabbu, Vi, Maki, and the foreign ant gathered around him. He…

Something warbled out of Leif’s throat, and it took a few more tries before he found the spark that allowed him to speak. It was harder than usual, something wrapped around his muzzle, constricting his speech, making it hard to-

Oh. That was right. He’d been muzzled.

Leif opened and closed his mouth, grimacing as his fangs slid against their pouches. His head still ached, a dull pound from the inside out, scraping at the inside of his shell with a repetitive, dull rasp. He was beginning to think he was going to have bald patches, once he finally took the damn muzzle off – his eyes felt like they were trying to commit bloody murder against his brain, and he flicked them off.

He… didn’t think he could deal with any more of that, right now.

Kabbu slowly, carefully, brushed a claw over his head – Leif winced as it scraped up against the muzzle, sending vibrations through his head and his teeth. Vi was pressed practically flat to his side, going through his ruff, alarmingly close to-

“Please don’t touch those,” Leif muttered as her claws strayed just a bit too close to the fungal spurs growing from his back. Vi’s antenna pricked, and she stopped.

“Are you-“

Kabbu interrupted her. “Leif, are you sure you’re okay? That was worse than the first time, and even if you do need to see the queen, this seems-“

“We’re fine. We… we can take this. It’s nothing to worry about. We promise.”

“Are you sure?” Maki asked. “That seemed more- intense, than just getting overwhelmed. If you need to step out, I’m sure you can request a meeting for later-“

“No, we- this needs to happen. We- we need to talk to the queen. Please.”

Leif was well aware that the last word unfurled into half of a pleading whine, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He needed to talk to the queen, he needed to know, he needed- he needed-

“You don’t have to sound that sad about it,” Vi grumbled. She picked a clump of dried mud out of his shoulder, tossing it to the side. “Look, if you’re really gonna do this, at least try not to collapse in front of the queen, okay?”

“…we can do that.”

Hopefully, the palace would be more… tolerable, to his senses.

[BREAK]

He didn’t know why he’d ever thought the palace would be better.

The moment he stepped towards the door, a wave of unfamiliar scents and sounds swept over him. Everything looked – different, from the halls to the railings to the very weave of the carpets. A tunnel swept down under his feet, venting dank cave air into the palace’s halls, and if he pricked his antenna carefully he could scent ants still working on it, a wasp tucked into the library, a hundred bugs he didn’t know…

It almost made him stumble again. As he was, he was more than aware that his gait was far clunkier than it should be, jerky and uncertain and…

He hoped that the guards didn’t think less of him, if this was their first impression.

They didn’t make it far, looping around the central room, before they were stopped. A pair of guards swept their axes in front of the throne room, straight-backed and brimming with suspicion. “Sir Maki,” one of them started, “who is-“

“I am here accompanying Team Snakemouth, here to deliver the Artefact. I was told that they were expected.”

“If you are accompanying Team Snakemouth, you’re late- and what the hell is that?”

“That,” Maki said, a faint edge of warning to his tone, “is Leif. Three-bug teams are permitted, provided that they’ve proved that their value to the queen justifies the greater cost of upkeep, and I believe that retrieving the Snakemouth Den artefact more than justifies allowing Leif a formal slot alongside his teammates-“

“I’m not asking who, I’m asking what. What kind of forsaken-lands monstrousity-“

“A moth. Clearly.” Maki’s tone was drier than the Lost Sands, and he hoisted his sword onto his shoulders, pulling himself up to full height.

“It doesn’t look like any moth I’ve ever seen-“

“Clearly, you’ve never met a fern moth before. We have a meeting with Elizant, and I’d rather not announce being any later than we already are, so if you’ll get out of the way-“

Maki pushed past the soldier, who gave a surprised yelp. Leif followed behind, Vi weaving between his paws – she shot what he was half-certain was a very rude gesture at the guards, as she passed.

Something still felt… wrong. The knot in his stomach only grew, as he stumbled over the threshold. The muzzle rubbed at his fur, a constant irritant that was nearly painful by now – he was certain he’d have bald spots for weeks, once It was off, and the promise of answers only temporarily soothed it.

And that feeling of wrongness only intensified as he stepped through the door into the throne room. The sun was- muffled, a sensation he’d welcome, normally, but one that seemed overwhelmingly wrong in the normally well-lit throne room. Thick sheets of fabric covered all of the windows but two, the cost of a queen’s ransom used just to cover the stained glass – what had happened, to necessitate such a thing? The weave of the rug seemed different, worn, the bugs that surrounded them unfamiliar, the very pattern of the glass seemed changed from when he was last there, and the very scent of the queen-

The scent of the queen, he realized, was gone.

He forced himself to keep moving forward, even as he reeled inside – something was wrong, something was horribly wrong, even besides the movement of his claws and the shift of his body and the pouches his new fangs slid into and the horrible hunger for bug’s blood – Elizant’s scent had simply faded, when it should have been worn into every floorboard of the hive. He’d never once stepped foot in the palace without the scent of ants practically stripping his antenna to the last tendril, but now that he was paying attention, Elizant’s scent was gone.

Something was horribly, horribly wrong.

Nausea gripped him as he forced himself forward, puzzle pieces spinning and spinning as he tried to make sense of it, head filling with static as he half-leaned on Kabbu to continue. The muzzle rubbed against his fur, his muzzle, the spurs on his head, and he still couldn’t stop going forward.

Something was wrong.

They reached the foot of the throne, and Kabbu and Vi had to push him backwards before he realized the need to halt. Maki stood, straight-backed, pulled to attention - Leif realized, fuzzily, that even hunched over and fumbling his every step, he was nearly a head taller than the mantis. He heard an ant speak, loud, rattling through his skull as the throne room’s acoustics caught their voice, but his head was too full of noise to find the speaker.

The bug on the throne wasn’t Elizant.

“You now stand before Her Majesty, Queen Elizant II.”

Maki said something, but Leif could barely hear it. His head was caught in a loop, full of static and noise and tangled, tangled thoughts. He should listen to this – he needed to listen to this, he needed to know – but his head only felt like it was about to collapse in on itself.

He heard Kabbu speak faintly, as if through a thick wall, Vi occasionally piping up to add her opinion. He was faintly aware of something in the back of his head processing – recording, remembering, he needed to remember this, but it was-

This wasn’t his Kingdom. This wasn’t his queen.

The rubbing of the muzzle drowned out anything else he could’ve had to think.

#bug racism #muzzles #muzzled #febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday3 #febuwhump #sensory overload #dehumanization #communication issues #dysphoria #kinda #long-ass fucking post! jesus fuck! #bug fables #leif #kabbu #vi #maki

[reanimatedandmedicated]

The last five years have been so strange- Evolving from such a narrow, empty palette of emotions to a massive, complex system of emotions and “sub-emotions”, and just- Everything feels now. Everything feels- The way the glare strikes the windows, the way the liquid ripples in my cup, the way a hand feels waving through my hair, the way a hand feels upon my face, or curled in mine- The strange feeling that knots around the edges of my mouth, smiling, when I hear a familiar voice-

When did this happen? When did I become so acutely aware? It’s been a graduation-

Imagine a lifetime- Nineteen years- of the most intense and pronounced numbness. It wasn’t completely blank, mind you- I was never vacant. But to describe the way my emotions felt- Imagine an old television, in black and white- The film is grainy, static lining the edges- The signal is so flimsy, interference clouding almost every frame.

The speakers are distorted. Everything is underwater- Muted and muffled.

Then, all of a sudden- A blast of technicolor bursts like a chute through the monochrome, the tinny hollow of the sound erupting like an orchestra, a blossoming crescendo that rips through my chest.

I don’t know how to describe this feeling, but I know who put it there. Who gave me sight and song, and stole away the poison from my lips- Ash to honey, sour to sweet, it’s just- So much.

So much and so, so scary. The most tender, brilliant, radiant terror that makes my blood run cold and my ears burn- The delight that kisses me like a branding iron, the hugs and laughter and embraces and memories that cut through me in a chilling bliss.

I wish this didn’t sound so edgy, so ridiculous. But I don’t have the words. I don’t have the words.

I don’t understand the others. To sit in a room of kin and brethren, my brothers and companions, and have no idea how they feel, or what they’re thinking- And not just *what* they’re feeling. *How* they’re feeling. How do they feel? How do they process? How does this look, sound, taste to you?

There is a fascination that comes with this- Along with the painful sensation of being uncertain of who I am- Where I belong in my own circle.

Who am I? I have become, through their teachings, a wife- A soulmate- A friend, a sister, a mother, a colleague, a soundboard, a sparring partner- What is it to be so many things? Such complexity is easily observed in others- I’ve preached as much for years. But this multifaceted existence- To be… More. Am I really capable? Am i really… Like them?

I sometimes ask too many questions- Or not the right ones. I’m still learning. I’ve tried to be just a clown- To make people laugh, to be disarming, for the love of God please be disarming and approachable- But now I’m trying to be less- Exaggerated. Masked.

And this comes with a desire to ask questions. To ask questions. To ask questions.

In my beloved, my beautiful, handsome, husband- I find a wellspring of perfect fascination- Of infinite wonder and curiosity. It is he who opened my eyes and thrust me into this loud, big world. His thoughts, his brilliance, his heart and mind have shown me that the world is larger than the lens I see it through. He is my favorite subject.

But through his work, I have found others. My family, my kin- I am among those who wield steel like clay, artists and shapeshifters, thespians, historians, those who walk mycelium roads, those who listen to trees and tread carefully over sidewalk foliage, authors, poets, painters, photographers, revolutionaries, scientists, singers, archivists, librarians, teachers, students, bakers and chefs, wanderers and warriors-

I look at them, with such a love that I am afraid I can’t share all of it- That no words or gifts can ever convey the gratitude and fascination of their company and mind. They are all- So much to me.

They are more than family. They are my heroes, my myths, the people I idolize and admire.

I wish I could be like them. Maybe one day, when I grow up.

They fascinate me, they fill me, and I am so grateful to be taught so much. Every day I become more human- I hope I will remain human enough for them.

Maybe. Just maybe.

#mental illness #autism #ramblings #rambles #love #family #perfection #I am so scared of scaring them #of one day losing them by my hand #but for now I am in bliss #and I wonder #if I ever make them feel #even half as amazing as they make me #feel #maybe one day I’ll know #and believe their smiles #but for now I simply am content #in being there #no matter who I am to them #no matter how important or irrelevant #I’m still here #still listening #and so long as I love you #that’s never going to change #five years strong #and a century to go #and perhaps even beyond that #happy Halloween #💜

[giasesshoumaru]

“Stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop worrying. Stop doctoring.”

“Well, one tends to worry when they’re doomed to love a brilliant but reckless maniac who’s willing to risk his life for glory.”

“The Captain was in danger.”

“Captains are in danger every day.”

“You were in danger. I’ve spent my entire career trying to grasp the essence of mycelium. Now, for the first time, I do. I saw the network, an entire universe of possibilities I never dreamed existed. It’s unspeakably beautiful. I also knew you’d leave me if I let anything else endanger that creature.”

“Oh, so you do listen to me.”

“Not really. You sold that with a look.”

“Don’t ever do anything that stupid again. You may not care about you, but I do.”  - Lieutenant Paul Stamets and Dr. Hugh Culber (Star Trek: Discovery, Episode 1.5)

#star trek #star trek discovery #paul stamets #hugh culber

[ryzausa]

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[pcnmagazine]

ALUNA - SECOND SOLO ALBUM: 'MYCELiUM' 

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[narupity]

Get into the lichen!!!

dude... :]

ok so I love things that aren't supposed to photosynthesize but DO (because I'm jealous) like the leaf sheep sea slug (costasiella kuroshimae my love my shining star) and lichen is also a special little guy

it's a mutualistic relationship between a plant (usually cyanobacteria or algae) and mycelium (see below) so it's sort of a fungi sort of a plant which is!! just brilliant just so brilliant because it absorbs nutrients through mycelium and can photosynthesze!!

they also grow in basically any climate and can stick to most surfaces. they do a little bit of nutrient sharing as well which helps trees they grow on.

not to mention they fucking gorgeous. I don't know them as well to identify them and such but when I visited my friend in Washington I saw this brilliant lime green one that I may have smuggled back home

#lichen dude! #enjoying the asks i never get them esp about shit im passionate about #thank tou :] #sorry i keep doing the lil face too

[vertanvertan]

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[vagusculture]

The story of Universe Rhapsody.

288 Tulia played and won their equivalent of SBURB, called SPORE.

Spawn was the Universe Frog that the Tulia created. The Tulia themselves were from the Valhala Universe. [the Gregori created the Cherubs and Abremics, more on this later]

After winning the game, they made a species called the Asatru and a planet called Midgard, based the appearance of this new race on their female’s appearance and idealized male forms of their men, and went back to their own dimension to try to fix things about it that SPORE had broken.

They were away a very long time, and werent watching what their children were doing with planet Tirna.

The Asatru became very war-like and after a millenia had passed, they had advanced to the point where they had nuclear weaponry. They used a weapon called a Ragnarok, that divided by zero. It didn't break the Universe Spawn, per se, but it fused the Spawn and Valhala dimensions together into a new dimensional frog, Rhapsody.

The Tulia were not happy. But they were reasonable, all things considered.

The planets of the Tulia and the Asatru, Mycelia and Midgard respectively, had become planet Tirna. It was now irradiated from UV light. The UV light made the mushrooms on Tirna grow very fast, and glow. Planet Tirna now had two suns and two moons, one sun which made the fluorescent effect even more brilliant for a season.

The Tulia decided they needed to force the Asatru to take responsibility for their decisions. They forced them to do manual labor, and to win a game of THEIR making, to determine if they should die or thrive. There were rebels called Biohackers amoungst the Asatru. Anyway.. We will say it's likely that the Asatru won, but no one knows how. After they won, they were freed from their indentured servitude, and their species was genetically modified with insect and Xolotyl DNA. They were given blood castes, and new powers. Much changed. The surviving Asatru had now become Faeros. And over time, the history of the Asatru was lost. The Tulia still watched over the planet. They had allowed the Faeros to keep access to the Mycelium Network. In fact, they insisted they do so.

It was a perpetual golden age on Tirna..

Of course, here's the story of the Gregori and Abremics now.

The Gregori were created by the Asuras, the evil equivalent to the Devas. Both the Asuras and Devas were from Lokos. The Asuras created Sburb and the Tulia. The Devas created ~ATH code, and the Abremics. The Cherubs were created by both Asuras and Devas.