#short blerb

[jesuistrefatugie]

"My owner loves me, so she keeps me safe." The bird chirps to the cat when asked why he doesn't fly.

"That's strange," The cat purrs. "My owner loves me, but he lets me hunt."

"My owner loves me, so she chases away the other pets." The bird chirps to the dog when asked he can't play.

"That's strange," The dog barks. "My owner loves me, but he lets me do stunts."

"My owner loves me, so she keeps me clean." The bird chirps to the rabbit when asked why his nest is bare.

"That's strange," The rabbit sniffs. "My owner loves me, but he lets me have treats."

"My owner loves me, so I don't need anything." The bird chrips to himself as his owner chases away another stray.

[berryylll]

The Mushroom Boy

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a/n : short story time!! Kind of proud of this one, wrote it in an hour ☆

CW!! : disturbing descriptions of murder, blood, gore, mushrooms, depression, death, child death, desperation, lmk if I missed anything please!!

wc : 778 words

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There once was a young boy, isolated from the rest. The boy didn’t particularly like other people, finding them foolish and stupid, so he ignored them. He pushed others away and blocked them out, finding the nonsense they said disagreeable or wrong without a doubt. Though while isolated, it didn’t mean he was completely alone. For he had the forest, and in a forest there was no one to condone. So he went on with his days, with no one but himself, watching animals and explaining to the trees his ingenious ways.

But one day, a woman was at the well in his forest. When the wind whispered too loudly and the boy found out he was furious! Stomping to the woman to tell her to find water elsewhere, he noticed who she was. His mother, who had come to beg for her son back. She cried and pleaded to the boy for him to come home but it was in vain. For her son would never be the same. Never again, he told her, would he giggle with other children. Never again, he claimed, would he attend a school for that would not be sane. Never again, he spurred, would he eat dinner with her. So off she went, to sob and sob for her son had turned into a selfish hog.

The boy’s mother curses and groans with sorrow, not moving, eating or cleaning herself. It’s a destructive depression and it leads to her doom, starvation and sickness turning her into nothing but bones and a corpse created out of misery.

The wind, ever the messenger, whispers too loudly once again. But this time it is not the boy who hears, but the whole forest; trees shake and flowers wilt and the fauna mope, all in grievance for the poor mother. The trees gather an assembly for the forest, keeping away from the boasting boy. The trees howl with anger! “We must do something about the boy!”, the pines and oaks project.

“But how?”, a doe, sad and low asks, hoping for a solution.

This time, the flowers speak, “My friends the mushrooms will help! They can rid us of the boy! By taking over his growing body and overflowing it to make a new home!”

And the forest agrees so. The flowers talk with the vigilant mushrooms and they agree to take revenge on the boy. Weeks later, the boy comes to the willow trees, for they are the wisest. He asks them about the mushrooms he has started to notice., growing concerned that it may get in the way of his pacing when he rambles. The willow tree, while wise, was also cunning and a wily liar. So he lied, telling the boy that he had spoken to the mushrooms about that just minutes ago. He bluffs to the boy saying that they merely want to make a home with the welcoming and warm forest. And with the boy, having no reason to distrust the wisest of plants, falls for the deceit of the long-haired willow tree.

The mushrooms continue to grow. To spread.

A month passes and the boy runs to the aloe in a panic, for she is the best healer. He babbles about the mushroom that seems to have grown on his nose, he worries and shows his frustration towards the situation. The aloe simply tells him that it is harmless, and will go away a little after water is sprayed on it. The boy, having no reason to distrust the greatest healer of all, believes the dishonest aloe plant.

The mushroom does not go away, and he invites his fungal friends as well.

The boy now runs to the murder of crows, for they are the forest’s oracles, sobbing in distress. He chokes on his words, unable to catch his own breath. He babbles on about the mushrooms that have invaded his lungs. The crows, knowing his unfortunate outcome, squawk in pity. They tell him it is too late, and that he cannot change his fate. The boy is fueled with anger, finding this absurd and begging the birds to stop his horrid end. They tell him it is out of their power and he loses all rational thought. He's choking on fungus while screaming in grief for his own life. And he curses the forest, he sobs and eventually can no longer speak. He curls up in rage and it haunts him til’ death.

And soon the mushrooms completely hollow him out, truly making the boy’s body their new home. Now he will rot away with nothing but his skeleton and the beloved fungus to show of his existence.

[angel-shaw]

Had a little mini fic idea inspired by this post

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“Hay did you ever get your license?” Asher asked

Darlin had just parked their motorcycle and taken their helmet off right before heading into a pack meeting.

Before they could respond they felt a looming presence behind them.

They turned to be meet with David, looking at them with what could only be described as shock horror and the hope of a man about to be shattered.

“Hayyyyyyy buddy! Was wondering when you’d show up! How’s was your weekend? Have a good time with your mate? Do anything fun? You know we really should get into the meeting cuz we wouldn’t want our own Alfa being late now would weeee?”

Asher reacted a lot faster then Darlin did, also seeing David’s mortified face only a second to late to avoid asking the question but soon enough to start his damage control.

In their heart, they knew, they both knew that they were screwed. Darlin had been driving their entire life, granted most of that had in fact been without a license.

They had drove David sound during said no license time but never bothered to tell him about that. At the time it didn’t matter to them, now they just didn’t want to get a 45 minute scolding from David.

They were both, so so screwed. Darlin for their years of driving without a license and Asher for his now obvious compliance with said crime.

Before they knew it both Asher’s and Darlin’s mates where called and stairing them down as David asked them just exactly what Asher ment by that.

It didn’t take long for the truth to come out. Asher broke first. (Can you blame him? His mate is scary)

“Ok ok ok but don’t be mad!”

……

“….please?”

……..

“Ok fine! Tank has been driving since they were like 14 but never took their driving test so never got their license!”

“….i have it now..”

“When exactly did you decide to get your license then.” David’s question didn’t feel like a question.

“……when we got the department involved with the quin situation….”

“WHAT”

“They had to check my ID and I would have gotten in trouble if they relized I didn’t have a license so I had to get it then! But it’s not like it matters, I’ve always been able to drive and it’s not like I was ever caught”

“What you’re telling me. Is that every time I got into the car with you…you didn’t have a license!?”

“I got on that damn bike of yours and you didn’t have a license?!?!??!?” Sam was more distraught than angry, mostly about the motorcycle thing.

“……if I say no will you belive me…”

“NO”

(This is short and small but I want to get back tk wrighting so I figured just a little mediocre  blerb is fine lol.

[lalachat]

"And there you were..."

Author's note: I am starting to understand writers block... How does SJM and my fellow fic writers do this! This story was just a silly little thought i had in my head and now i'm writing thousands of words about it! My brain is running empty😭 But all of your love and support has made me want to keep writing! Luckily I popped some tunes on and one of my favorite songs came on! I encourage you to play it while you read this chapter because it what inspired it(hence the title)! It's called Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson! But I have a couple of ideas to get more plot in this story, both dramatic and smut. For now just sit back and enjoy this short relaxing blerb before we start to kick the heat up a bit! LOVE YA😙

Summary: You and Lucien wake up slow and have a nice breakfast over banana pancakes.

This is for all my Lucien girlies❤️

Warnings: the tension increases, flufffy fluff fluff, use of profanity, some typos

Word Count: ≈1,740, I’m sorry it’s not longer! I’ll make up for it later🫶

Chapter 3: "Banana Pancakes"

You were woken up by the sunlight peering in through Lucien’s bedroom window. However, you didn’t want to move. You looked up to see Lucien still peacefully asleep with his arms around you. You couldn’t help but smile at the male. His beauty was so unique compared to the others. Sure, Azriel was handsome, but Lucien was handsome in a different kind of way, and you loved him for it. After your conversations, you truly learned how much he was put through. No one recognizes his trauma or spares his problems a glance. He was put through just as much, if not more, as the others he’s surrounded by. You looked at the long scar on his face and frowned. How you wanted to take all the burdens he hides beneath the surface and put them on your shoulders. This male deserved so much better. Even after everything he has been through, he still puts himself last for anyone, especially Elain and Feyre. Hell, he was even here putting you first by offering you a comforting night. You don’t know how you survived without him as a friend the past couple of years. You are not letting him go again.  

You decided to be bold and reach out to cup his face and trace your thumb across his scar. Why couldn’t the mother have blessed you with someone as caring as him? Instead, you got Azriel who doesn't even spare you a glance. How are you supposed to feel comfortable telling him he's your mate if he won't look at you? You sigh and keep tracing Lucien's scar. Your fingers start to travel from his scar, to tracing along his jaw, and through a couple strands of hair. Your eyes follow every move your hand made. Your fingers start to move to his lips before you stop. His lips... you wondered what they would feel like against yours again.  

“Why did you stop?” You practically jump at the words as he looks up at you and smirks. 

“FUCK ME! Lucien, you scared the crap out of me! Don’t do that!” you swat his bare chest playfully, and he chuckles. Oh my god... his morning voice. The deep scratchiness of his chuckle had heat wanting to spread throughout your body. Gods you wanted to hear it again.  

“If the lady wishes, I will gladly fuck her, but how about some breakfast first?” he slowly started to get out of bed.  

Did you just hear that correctly? Was he joking or was he being serious? Before you could finish your questioning thoughts Lucien sensed your concentration on the matter. 

“Y/n I was just teasing you! Not about the breakfast part though, I am starving!”  

“Oh... okay. It just threw me through a loop for a second.” you smile as you wave your hands around.  

“my, my, my y/n... You seem a little disappointed.... OMG YOU WANT ME!” Lucien circled his finger around and booped your nose. 

“Ugh, as if!” as you got out of bed and stood next to him. You reached your arms above your head and stretched out your body from sleeping all night. “Man, that was the best sleep I have gotten in a while.” You looked up and smiled at Lucien, but his eyes were glazed over.  

While you were stretching you didn’t realize your shirt had come up a bit, giving Lucien a little show of your upper thighs. You looked at him again, “what?!” 

He shook his head, “Its nothing, I also slept soundly. Now, how about some breakfast?” and smiled at you.  

You followed Lucien to the kitchen. Eyes scanning over the muscles on his back, and gods, those slutty little gray sweatpants were not helping you stop your oogling.  

You finally reach the kitchen, and he turns around to ask, “So what are we craving this morning?” Your brain went down the gutter when he asked that question and it caused a giggle to escape your mouth. 

“What? What’s so funny about breakfast y/n? This is no joking matter!”  

“Right! Sorry... how about some pancakes and fruit?” 

“Sounds like a plan!” as he starts to grab all the ingredients and utensils you will need to make breakfast. “Would you like to cut the fruit while I start the batter?” 

“Sure!” as you grab the cutting board, knife, and a couple of fruits. You saw Lucien had picked out bananas. You start peeling all the bananas and place them on the cutting board to start cutting. As you cut the bananas you help but to snag a couple of slices. You sneak a couple more in your hand and walk over to Lucien making the batter. “Open!” you demand as you point to his mouth. He looks at you mischievously and does as he's told, never stopping his mixing of the batter. You pop a couple of banana slices in his mouth and smile at him.  

“Thank you,” he says with a mouth full of banana.  

“Chew with your mouth closed Lucien, no one wants to see that.” You laugh. He swallows and dips his finger in the batter and turns towards you. 

“Your turn!” you roll your eyes and open your mouth, only for Lucien to put it on your nose while chuckling. 

“Lucien, are you kidding me right now?!” 

“Sorry, I saw the opportunity and i took it. Here, let me help you.” he swipes the batter off your nose with his finger. You can feel his hot breath on your face, a hint of banana mixed in. “Open, for real this time. I promise.” Your brows furrow at him but you decide to trust him. You opened your mouth, and he placed the tip of his finger in letting you lick the batter off. You decided to get him back for all the teasing he’s done. You closed your eyes and moaned. Lucien’s body tensed at the sound as you sensually licked the rest of the batter off his finger and let it go with a pop.  

“That’s really good Lucien!” You smiled at him, knowing this time you were the one teasing him. You grabbed another dollop on your finger and really played up the innocence roll as you started to lick it off your own finger. Lucien’s eyes follow your every movement.  

“You are positively evil; you know that right?” he huffed and finished stirring the batter. 

“I do not know what you are talking about, I was just trying the batter...” you smirked and walked back over to finish cutting the bananas. Soon the kitchen started to smell like pancakes, and you started to realize how hungry you were. 

“Almost ready over here, did you get all the banana’s done?” Lucien asked as he flipped a pancake in the air.

“Sure did! Do you need me to do anything while you finish up flipping them?” 

“You can set the table and I'll bring everything over.” You nod at his answer and start to set the table with two pairs plates, silverware, napkins, cups, and lastly your freshly cut bananas you put in a bowl. Just as you placed the bananas, Lucien was right behind you with a stack of pancakes.  

“Oh, those look delicious! Do you have any syrup for the pancakes and juice to drink?” 

“Yeah, go look in the fridge! I'll start setting our plates.” You walk over to the fridge and open it to grab the syrup along with a bottle of apple juice. You walk back to the table, place the syrup down, and look to see Lucien had made you and him both plates. You smiled. 

“Thank you," as you decided to somewhat return the favor by filling up his glass with juice. You bend over slightly and pour the juice in his cup. Lucien's cheeks flush at the sight of you bent over, giving him a clear view of your cleavage due to how loose his shirt hung on you. He picks up his glass and takes a sip after you're done serving him.  

He coughs and says, “Thank you.” Trying to hide the ever growing blush on his face.

“You’re welcome.” You walk back to your spot across him, pour you a glass of juice, and start cutting into your food. You both sat there and enjoyed breakfast. Casually giving each other compliments about the food. You swear after this morning you had a new favorite breakfast food, banana pancakes. They will always remind you of this past night and morning with your friend. You smiled at Lucien as you both had finished. “That was lovely!” 

“Yes, it was, we should do this more often. I have missed you.” 

“Awe, ladies and gentlemales, the Lucien Vanserra missed y/n y/l/n!” 

“Way to ruin the moment y/n,” Lucien said with an eyeroll, and you chuckled. 

“You know I miss you too Lu, but I should probably get going. I’m sure mother Rhys is worried sick about me.” You laughed.  

“Most likely, here let me get you a bag for your dress and a pair of pants.” He walks away to get them for you. He comes back not a moment later with a bag and a baggy pair of old pants “Those should fit you! I believe you left them at my place a long time ago!” your cheeks burn at the thought of why you left them. One of your previous little rendezvous nights.

“Oh my god I have been looking for these for so long! Thank you.” you say as you took both items from his hands. You place your dress in the bag and walk to the bathroom to put your old pants on. You can’t believe he has kept them all this time. He could have easily tossed them out but didn't. "That's sweet of him," you thought. You walk back out and grab everything you came with and turn towards Lucien waiting for you by the door.  

“Thank you for everything you have done for me, it means a lot. I will give your shirt back the next time I see you.” You smile at him.  

“Keep it, it looks better on you anyways,” he winks, “I will see you next time then?” 

“Till next time Lu!” You smile as you give him a hug. He wraps his arms around you and places his chin on the top of your head. 

“Till next time doll!” as he places a soft kiss atop your head. You both let go and wave at each other as you make your way back to the Town House knowing an anxiety driven Rhysand and an overly excited Mor await you.  

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[hitwiththetmnt]

pssst….bet you guys wondering what’s been cooking.

Well I definitely didn’t black out and sketch out an entire short comic like I said I would for @desceros ‘s villain Donnie blerb

nooooo, definitely not that (just a lil taste for you guys)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[teabeexo]

Side Character Introductions

so . Would you guys be interested in being introduced to my side characters (because trust me, there are more than Jude and Sonia)? If so, would you prefer one post with short blerbs that contains all of them, or individual, more thorough posts about each of them? If you don’t have any interest at all, you don’t have to vote. No worries!

[brax-was-here]

Of AU Scarlet Briar...

I havent posted much of anything lately, especially concerning anything AU Scarlet Briar. But here is a little blerb I had thought about on the way to work today.

I had originally envisioned the story as a 6 chapter short story. It grew to a many chapter novella of sorts (Redemption). That spawned a sequel story (Seeds of Life). That spawned a third story (Cascading Sands), which spawned a 4th story (Redemptions End, which later was renamed to Crystal Madness) which spawed a 5th story (Redemptions End). All this leads into the Tiny Bundles storyline.

Now, Stories 3, 4, and 5 have yet to be fully written.

But there was a 6th unnamed story. It was going to finally have a team up of Scarlet and her crew and members of Dragon's Watch against a new enemy. I never fleshed out anything of the story other than little tidbits here and there, and some quotes.

Rytlock Brimstone: "You mean to tell me that Scarlet Briar has been alive for the past 11 years and we're just now finding out about it? What other secrets are you holding from us, Caithe?"

Canach: "It does seem my sister has turned over a new leaf, no pun intended"

Kasmeer: "Jory, you said we were going to go to someplace boring after Cantha. This is not boring."

Amaranda: "You still cannot possibly be fawning over Faren after all this time."

Taimi: "It really is her!" Joujou: "Yes. It is" "Gorrik: "I always thought she would be more menacing."

Braham: "We're actually going to team up with her? Spirits. Are you crazy?"

Ceara: " Hang on tight, Small Wonder." *seats Taimi on the back of a roller beetle"

Marjory, wide eyed: "Oh, things just got very interesting."

[vivaciouscynner]

the funny solution is to - and please hear the whole thing - write something else. Don't write the thing you were working on. Write a short poem/story/blerb/whatever

the "can't write because i'm too stressed" solution is write something that's not part of project you want to finish.

the "i've got writers block" solution is to read a new book

the "i'm too busy to do either" solution is do to do NEITHER - you legitimately need to take a step back and that's perfectly okay; the caveat is you have to do it WITHOUT worry. If you're not doing anything and beating yourself up about it, then you won't make progress. You have to accept that, yeah, you don't have time and it's okay to take the time you would normally write to JUST CHILL or SLEEP. And that can be just a day or a month or a year. Sometimes you JUST have to put a pin in things and get back to it later. And you gotta do it WITHOUT WORRY. Trust that you're passionate enough about something that your passion well get you back to it once you're able.

[myherochedaia]

Izuku stared down at his wand, All Might's wand, in confusion and disappointment. He didn't understand. He'd worked so hard to become someone worthy of Wand for All, he really did. He had already faced off with several villains and won every time. He felt more like a hero than he ever had in his life.

So why, in his fourth year, did his patronus manifest as something so, small.

It wasn't even a rabbit. Its ears were too small and its body too round to be mistaken for anything but a bunny.

All Might had a lion. Aizawa Sensei had a panther. Bakugo had a wolverine.

And useless Deku had a small flickering bunny, not even the size of his hand, jump out of the wand he didn't deserve and hop around the room.

"Young Midoriya." All Might said, a wide smile on his face. "I can't help but notice you seem a bit disappointed." The question was implied rather than asked and Izuku felt his eyes welling up with tears.

"I just-" He choked, looking out at his classmates and the joy on their faces as they cast larger than life patronuses. A tiger, an elephant, a bear, and a bison, and all the others that shone bright and moved energetically and were just, so much better.

"Oh my boy." All Might knelt down and placed a massive hand on each of Izuku's slim but muscular shoulders. Electric blue eyes, that shone like patronus' themselves, looked into him. The authority in his voice was strong and unwavering.

"I was so happy when I saw your patronus. I never expected anything like mine, though I would have been proud to share such a thing with you. You are kind and gentle and quick to think and act. You make me smile. Thank you for that." Izuku sniffed as he buried his head into All Might's robes, initiating a hug for the first time since he was six.

"But it's so small." He mumbled.

All Might chuckled, though really it was the last thing he wanted to do. The small size indicated a concerning lack of happy memories.

"Take it from me, kid, a little light is still more than enough to banish the darkness." He squoze Izuku for another moment before the boy pulled away and scrubbed at his eyes.

"You're right. Thank you All Might." Toshinori encouraged,

"Why don't you give it another chance?"

"Expecto Petronum." The little glowing bunny hopped around Izuku before sniffing at All Might and then darting toward the rest of the class.

As Yagi watched Izuku chase after his patronus, a patronus he shared with Nana, he felt himself really smile.

The bunny seemed to shine a bit more brightly now.

[herbgerblin]

short queen amber gris rights!

[frecht]

i need to kill something wandavision won the nebula award for dramatic presentations????????

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[disturbedgerblin]

MAG 170, or as I like to call it, the “oh shit, my ADHD” episode

[cedar-glade]

Remember we are always finding new things, rediscovery is discovery, never feel bored looking the same habitat over again and again, it’s possible to miss something.

Localized extirpation, full extinction, extinction in the wild, and potential rediscovery and discovery... Shorts goldenrod redescovered juxtaposed with Ohio River Scurfpea, Kankakee globe flower rediscovered in two populations that both were caused by accidental fire, Utah astragalis growing in a small pit of desert rediscovered after developement abandoned, genetic work to re-invigorate Franklandia tree and Kentucky clover being done by Smithsonian and CREW.

We can look at potential future extinctions and try to preserve what may be inevitable through exsitu conservation.  Paxistima canbyi is a plant I want to study before this happens. It would be nice to try to preserve it.

https://www.wbur.org/hereandnow/2020/08/20/save-rare-plant-species-extinction

We here a lot of stories about rediscovery and preservation, genetic modification, and even just plain discovery and it never stops amazing me.

Chestnut trees are being modified by a single gene from one species in poaceae and are almost back on the market.

We forget that Ginkgo was thought to be extinct in the wild in previous history only preserved along temples and royal palace roadways until rediscovery.

i’ve been still talking about ragweed thickets and specifically riparian broom rape and forms of local ecosystem adaptation.

just got off of a pleasant instagram call with my friend Bonnie talking about ecotones and talking about thicket forbes and grasses and how much leaf litter can be produced and species that co evolve to parasitize or become mycoheterotrophic species; With the idea of riparian broom rape we can talk about the potential of what has been lost from development and what had no chance to be studied.

No one studies canebrakes, no one looks deep in them; but they are full of mice and canebrake rattlesnakes, snake diversity in general, and probably had unique beetles and millipedes that were adapted to them. We don’t have many river side canebrakes left and might really only have canebrakes that are inland to the extent we need. There is always potential to find unique fungus and plants that coevolved in these habitats too.

One thing led to another and we started talking about one plant that I had never heard of and was sent a small blog blerb from someone who used to post on here a lot in the later days in between his masters and starting his PHD. Also check out his podcasts and youtube channel too if you can.

@indefenseofplants Matt made a post about a wet prairie species that went unnoticed, then noticed, and became a transient memory in a few herbariums in a brief amount of time. He talks briefly about what is known of original site history, and gives a bit of note to the possibility of sites still having it; just it not being seen. 

Probably one of the coolest plants that I wish we could rediscover:

https://www.indefenseofplants.com/blog/2015/3/12/an-extinction-in-chicago

[endlessthoughtsat2am]

She could only produce her best writing after 2am; that’s what she claimed. I remember talking about it with her over a bottle of wine one evening. I preferred beer, but she’d insisted at one point that if she wanted to produce elegant writing then she’d have to accompany it by an elegant drink. Since then I’d built her a wine rack for her elegant evenings and kept the liquor cabinet stocked for her more adventurous endeavors.

[emhasnolife]

Heaven was cold So I sold my soul For the devil to call his own.

Hell was hot So the fire I fought And it burnt me to the bone.

ec.