#deliquescence

[mycoblogg]

freaky fungi fact - mycology vocab :-)

deliquescence : the process of certain fungi (most often ink caps) where they turn to liquid.

this process is observed in a handful of different fungi !! as their caps mature, they furl inward & turn to a spore-filled, inky liquid.

yes, this liquid can be harvested & used for actual pen ink. :-) just make sure to add preservatives to avoid it causing a rotten smell.

to use it in a sentence : the mushrooms above are experiencing deliquescence ; they are deliquescing !! ink caps are deliquescent.

[aries-rising-on-an-aquarius-tide]

Happy (early) Valentine's Day, y'all! If you're one of the approximately 100 people who have begged and pleaded for a sequel/follow-up/another story just like Deliquescence, then today is your day!!

[twinegardening]

Deliquescence by Not-Only But-Also Riley

Your close friend is melting. She doesn't have much time left. How will you be there for her final moments? Very short. Five possible endings.

[orofeaiel]

Shaggy Mane Deliquescing

[ketrinadrawsalot]

Fungi February: The mica cap must be cooked quickly to halt the deliquescence that happens upon picking. It contains compounds that may be antibacterial and may inhibit enzyme activity in chemo-resistant cancer cells (support your mycologists and biochemists!).

Disclaimer: Don’t rely on pictures of cute mushrooms with eyes to accurately identify edible mushrooms. At best the wrong one will taste bad, at worst it’ll be deadly!

[memoriesofthepark]

Firerug inkcaps 》 Coprinellus domesticus

Deliquescing inkcaps. It was beautiful this morning.

Southeast Texas, 6 Sept. 2024

[trevlad-sounds]

Sleep Space 6.2

06.01.2024

Pruski, Tomasz Mreńca – Last Particle – 00:00 Nova Cat Purring Sounds / Sam Rosenthal – the Next Day – 06:08 Mikael Lind, Johanna Sjunnesson – In Rest and Motion – 14:01 David Cordero, Rhucle – Fluffy Clouds – 20:56 theAdelaidean – Day Dreamt – 24:23 Fallen – Amber Drops – 35:28 silentwave – Mirror B – 40:11 Field Lines Cartographer – Hexagon Sands – 58:56 Ni Moya – Elf With Crystal Head – 01:12:28 Francis Morning – Essence – 01:20:22 Deliquescent Crystals – The Pattern Stone – 01:21:28 Fan Club Orchestra – Long Stay I – 01:39:10 Navaja Opinel – Will The Chinese Be Open By Now He Wondered – 01:41:12 Correlations – Duophonic I – 01:43:10 marine eyes – night palms sway – 01:51:35

[pupa211]

The “ sister “ of Melty , though he ‘ d say otherwise .

[nearly-magic]

cats are Deliquescent

[bizarrobrain]

"Knell of Solemnity" by Maestus - From "Deliquesce" (2019)

[shifterscribbles]

All homemade pigments.

Lineart is deliquesced shaggy mane ink, pigments are a mix of japanese maple leaf and lavender.

Mew! :D

Gotta use the matte finish on it tomorrow

[thethcministry]

[tenth-sentence]

It is principally used as a manure and in the manufacture of nitric acid: owing to its deliquescent property it will not serve for gunpowder.

"Journal of Researches into the Natural History and Geology of the Countries Visited During the Voyage of H.M.S. Beagle Round the World, 1832-36" - Charles Darwin

[forlix]

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・1.2k / 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・chan x gn!reader / 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲𝘀・fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, berry being the perfect girl she is. inspired by these bubble messages and @cosmic-railwayxo's treachery. (love u deni)

𝟬𝟲:𝟯𝟲 — “Where’s my baby, hm?”

This is the question on Chan’s lips the moment he lets go of the bedroom door, closed with agonizing caution as to not wake the figure still curled up under the duvet inside.

It’s early. Early enough so the walls are colored a rich beige by new rays of sunlight, so his footsteps are the only sound reverberating around the hallways when he commences his search. Early enough to evidence how he was only bestowed a few hours of sleep before waking up with a budding headache and leaden eyelids.

But he doesn’t mind the lack of rest, not this time. Not when there’s a wad of love with a freckled snout and floppy ears under the same roof for the first time in too long.

“Berry?” Chan calls, his voice tattered and low, like sandpaper. He rakes his eyes over the spots he remembers to be her favorite. Maybe they’ve changed since he was last home. Maybe everything has changed since he was last home.

The thought causes a familiar pang to go off within him, poignant and powerful, but the quiet scuffle of paws against hardwood takes the edge off the guilt straightaway.

Chan finds the beginnings of a smile on his lips before she even rounds the corner, and when she does, well. His grin might as well split his face down the middle. He’s on his knees in seconds, outstretched hands rediscovering home in the puppy’s silky fur as she clambers onto him with blown pupils and excited pants.

His adoring coos of her name falter into muted laughter, which then fragments into a sob. His vision narrows to his precious girl and then starts to blur. When Berry climbs up to give his cheek a few happy licks, she’s fascinated by its saltiness.

You emerge from the bedroom a little over an hour later. Sleeping is hard enough when you’re jetlagged, and even harder when there’s only mattress where you remember Chan’s warm solidity to be. The fabric of Chan’s hoodie suppresses your vocalization of his name as you ungracefully pull it over your torso, still struggling to rouse your body from sleep.

Your beckon produces no response. You wrap a hand around the nearest door frame and peek your head into the living room, a little more alert now.

“Chan? Baby?”

You feel silly. How many visits has it been for you to still feel this nervous, wandering around Chan’s family home? Yet you undoubtedly are, whether because of your absentee boyfriend or that his whole family is a few walls away. You pad through the silent abode with mounting trepidation and intense care to not make any more sound than necessary.

Then you reach the family room and instantly come to a standstill, hands drifting to your sides, features deliquescing to a soft smile. 

Lying on the nearest couch is your boyfriend, head propped up on top of his elbow, his fluttering lashes and gently oscillating shoulders indicating that he’s asleep. You can’t see his face below his eyes, as he has his nose nuzzled into the Cavalier spaniel resting securely in his arms, snoring tacitly into his sleeve, slumbering as deeply as her human companion.

You’ve been stumbling upon Chan sleeping in unexpected places for the better part of two years now, but you still liquefy every time as if it’s the first. These are the moments, you’ve come to realize, when you can care for him in ways he would never let you while conscious: a lift of his laptop off his thighs, a brush of your lips against his hairline, a cardigan draped lightly over his back. These are the moments when you understand in full how far you’ve come together, for him to trust you with his exhaustion with such transparency, to be so vulnerable as to leave you with memories of him that he’ll never have.

Despite your prolonged experience, it’s hard to describe what exactly you’re feeling in this moment. The mere mention of Berry has always dissipated the shadows that veil his face, has always chased off the burdens that cling to his spine. How do you put it into words, seeing your happiness at his happiest?

It suddenly occurs to you that the window beside them is cracked open. That, and you spotted extra quilts in the top shelf of Chan’s closet last night.

Chan’s eyelids lift when he feels the gentle weight of a blanket fall upon his body; so do the corners of his lips, when the culprit materializes before him. Sitting on the edge of the couch, a hand hovering over his frame, face creased into a flinch.

“Sorry,” you whisper, closing the distance between your fingers and the curve of his neck. The pad of your thumb moves over his cheekbone like a willow branch skimming water. “I didn’t think that would wake you up.”

Both of you up, you mentally amend, seeing as Berry has noticed your presence and is wagging her tail with enough vigor for it to thump against Chan’s chest. He lets her wriggle out of his arms and into yours; you emit a noise of glee and gather her into you.

If only you had seen the expression he wears then, watching your eyes scrunch closed at the frenzied kisses she presses to your face. His first love and his very last.

“Don’t apologize,” he answers. “I’m the one who should be sorry for leaving you in bed, I just��”

His voice trails off, but he knows by the softness in your irises when they meet his that you already know.

You move like clockwork. Chan presses up into the back of the couch, the quilt’s edge lifted in wordless invitation. It is your chest that Berry burrows into this time, the top of her head sliding into the space between your chin and the sofa’s cushion. It is Chan’s chest that you’re folded into, the arms around your waist like the coziest of cabins in a sun-spattered wood. It is the back of your neck that he nuzzles his nose into, but not before he litters gossamer kisses across the expanse of skin, as if printing the notes to a lullaby he knows well.

Everything is warm, so warm, so right, and jetlag starts to feel like a distant trouble.

You open your mouth while teetering on the cusp of a dream.

“Baby?” 

He hums into you, listening.

“Always be happy, okay?”

You don’t notice the solitary tear that traverses the bridge of his nose, lands in the cotton of your hood, and dyes the bunched-up fabric a few shades darker. You don’t notice how his embrace around you tightens marginally, like how one’s eyes can’t help but find their dearest possession when the building’s on fire.

“Okay,” he whispers, and kisses your nape once more. Your and Chan’s eyes close together. Berry licks your chin again, then follows suit.

(Another hour later, Chan’s parents walk into the family room. They decide to go out to breakfast for fear of making too much noise in the kitchen, Chan’s mother blotting away tears as she ducks into shotgun, Chan’s father laughing at her sentimentality while blinking back his own.

Another few hours later, Hannah takes maybe fifty-some photographs of the triad of unmoving heaps occupying their couch. Then she grumbles at Berry for being dead asleep at eleven in the morning: “Those two arrived here from across the world yesterday. What’s your excuse?”)

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[ketrinadrawsalot]

Fungi February: The shaggy mane must be cooked or frozen quickly lest deliquescence turns its cap into a bitter goop. They grow well on disturbed ground, so they often show up where they're least expected, like the green areas of towns.

Disclaimer: Don’t rely on pictures of cute mushrooms with eyes to accurately identify edible mushrooms. At best the wrong one will taste bad, at worst it’ll be deadly!

[literaryvein-reblogs]

a poet's list of "beautiful" words

to try to include in your next poem/story

Ablution - the washing of one's body or part of it (as in a religious rite)

Acharnement - ferocity

Aegis - a shield or breastplate emblematic of majesty that was associated with Zeus and Athena; protection

Aery - having an aerial quality; ethereal

Aesthete - one having or affecting sensitivity to the beautiful especially in art

Anonymuncule - an insignificant anonymous writer

Bibliognost - one that has comprehensive knowledge of books and bibliography

Corpsing - the moment when an actor cracks up in laughter on stage during what is supposed to be a serious scene

Deliquesce - to dissolve or melt away

Euonym - a name well suited to the person, place, or thing named

Impedimenta - things that impede

Juvenescence - the state of being youthful or of growing young

Leucocholy - a state of feeling that accompanies preoccupation with trivial and insipid diversions

Maledicent - addicted to speaking evil

Palaeosophy - learning of olden times

Primaveral - of or relating to early spring

Satisfice - to pursue the minimum satisfactory condition or outcome

Vermilion - a shade of bright reddish orange

Vitativeness - love of life

Woodshed - (music-related meaning): to practice on a musical instrument

If any of these words make their way into your next poem/story, please tag me, or send me a link. I would love to read them!

More: Lists of Beautiful Words ⚜ Word Lists ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs