🍄 A Blog Under the Bridge 🍄

{trollkin / goblincore / fae / fantasy / moomins fandom} side blog; otherkin/alterhumans are welcome; blog admin: Narcissus, who is some kind of feral goblinoid (he/him, 28 years old) ✨️ ~~submissions welcome~~

[cart-a-hearts]

Saruman tuning into the Merry and Pippin show

[gentlemanuniverse]

[thecollectibles]

Snufkin the Dark Sun by Igor Sid

[podcastwizard]

some royal jewels were stolen from the louvre which is unfortunate for historical reasons but you gotta appreciate a classic crime. so many crimes are online these days it’s nice to see heist culture is still alive

[tens-radioactive-left-shoe]

i love wasps and moss and ivy and and "waste" land overgrown and spiders and brambles and nettles and dandelions and weeds and wild mint and lemonbalm and ground ivy and wood sorrell and chickweed and lichen and foxes and feral pigeons and rats and mice and doves and woodpigeons.

[tens-radioactive-left-shoe]

reblogging to remind myself

[nature id: male noble false widow spider, juveline woodpigeon, mica cap fungus]

[artistformerlyknownasbutttrumpet]

not to talk about hozier again, but in addition to his outspoken political stances and homages to artists of color, the biggest thing that makes me sort of insane is that his lyrics are straight up poetry. like, rly fucking good poetry. i say that as a fan but also academically, as someone with a degree in literature and creative writing. you could read his lyrics in a book and be still be deeply impacted by the words even without the music to accompany them. his use of metaphor is absolutely masterful, and he toes the line of academic and laymen so well. like, he's obviously extremely well-read and a super smart dude, and you often have to, y'know, use your brain to understand what he's getting at, but it's also not so esoteric that it's impenetrable. like he has a great voice and the music slaps, but bro at his core is a Writer™️

idk man, just. with a few exceptions, i don't usually attach to individual artists like this, but anyone who can make me cry writing about roadkill deserves recognition

[bebx]

shoutout to rain, fog and moss

[two-goblins-in-a-trench-coat]

You really can't go wrong with any of those

[loftyillustrations]

Your friend and mine, Clump-stump.

[cytosprout]

get buggyd

[cytosprout]

btw my partner @torviin thought of bugsonas first look at his silly dragonfly :) <3

[pawblins]

Happy Orctober ✨️✨️

[crowwkui]

just when i thought my comics couldn't get dumber... i surprise myself 👭

[crowwkui]

Hi!

Long time no farcille! I just finished my zine in preparation for Lightbox, so I'm conducting a little interest check to see how many copies I should print.

It's going to be a 92 page compilation of 5 comics, illustrations, life drawings, and doodles, and it'll be going for $30 USD. Thank you so much!

Farcille Zine Interest Check

Please only fill this out if you want a copy! :)

[mossworm]

have another

[sheishine]

Fly (2024).

A bit bigger than usual.

Dead fly.

[bowelfly]

Neurotrichus gibbsii, the smallest extant mole species, enjoying a pickle

[glassshine]

puppy

[dwmmphotography]

On this Scavenger Sunday we visit a northern raven enjoying an orange. That was stolen from bears.

[solvetcoagulate]

Green is the colour of earth, of living things, of life. We deck our halls with it and dye our linen. But should it come creeping up the cobbles we scrub it out as fast as we can. When it blooms beneath our skin we bleed it out and when we, together all, find that our reach has exceeded our grasp, we cut it down. We stamp it out, we spread ourselves atop it and smother it beneath our bellies, but it comes back. It does not dally, nor does it wait to plot or conspire. Pull it out by the roots one day and then next there it is, creeping in around the edges. Whilst we’re off looking for red, here comes green. Red is the colour of lust, but green is what lust leaves behind. In heart, in womb. Green is what is left when ardor fades, when passion dies and we die too. When you go your footprints will fill with grass, moss shall cover your tombstone and as the sun rises, green shall spread over all in its shades and hues. This verdigris will overtake your swords, and your coins and your battlements and try as you might all you hold dear will succumb to it. Your skin, your bones. Your virtue. 

- Lady Bertilak in The Green Knight