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omg this is so cute and colorful with the clay fruit and the foam beads and glitter

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My Book of Shadows progress🍃

The original book was a blank, bright yellow sketchbook I found for $5.
I painted it black, glazed it, painted on the sigils, glazed it again (I intend to charge the sigils according to which one best suits my needs when writing). I sculpted the centre piece out of air dry clay around a glass cabochon, which was painted on the back with nail polish. Super glued everything, painted again, glazed again! I even added a bookmark using handmade polymer clay beads and a piece of cord, pulled through the spine and knotted on both ends. It also has a loop to attach charms with sigils, bottles with herbal spells, etc!✨

You don’t need a lot of money to have a pretty Book of Shadows/Grimoire! Additionally, if you find crafting relaxing then putting that positive energy into your book can only help.🌙

anonymous asked:

Hi I'm new to the whole slime thing and I noticed that there's... A lot of different types? I don't really understand the difference between butter or fishbowl or floam or slushee... And I probably left out a lot more. Can you explain please?

hey!! im like, horrendously late answering this, but it’s better late than never i guess!! also, disclaimer: i don’t, like, have a phd in slime or anything, and i might not have a full understanding of all slimes

and some slimes have several different names ppl use, so i’ll list multiple names but i might not catch them all

 so! with all that in mind, here’s some explanations of different types of slime:

  • floam: (my personal fave) just slime with foam beads added
  • butter/clay/cream cheese slime: slime with clay added to it
  • fluffy/bubblegum slime: slime with shaving cream or foaming soap added
  • fishbowl/slushie slime: slime with plastic or glass beads intended for filling vases or fishbowls added
  • iceberg slime: slime tht has been left uncovered for 2 days, and has formed a hard surface, while still malleable underneath 
  • avalanche slime: slime made from clear glue partially mixed with slime made from white glue
  • glitterbomb/funfetti: slime that is largely chunky glitter

and that’s all the kinds i can think of right now, lmk if y’all think of any other types and want them explained

Tips for High School Witches

Hey guys! I’ve been a witch for about a year now, and being a high schooler in a conservative state has made it quite interesting, to say the least. So here are some things I’ve discovered that have made being a young, jobless witch AMAZINGLY easy!

The Library- if you are in High school, you undoubtedly have easy access to a library. This will contain information on mythology, religion, weather, astronomy, history, and just about any subject. Almost all of this knowledge (certainly all that I just listed) can be used in your craft. These are FREE BOOKS WHENEVER YOU NEED THEM. Take advantage!

The Art Room- weather you are in an art class or not, there is usually at least one art teacher in the school who has plenty of strange junk and materials that can be used for witchcraft. For instance, my teacher’s closet includes: bones, wax, wire, clay, wood, soapstone, beads, and all kinds of other brilliant components. These are FREE MATERIALS!!! As long as you have the teachers permission, GET WHATEVER YOU CAN!! You wouldn’t believe how many witchy items I’ve made in third period that cost me exactly $0.00.

The Thrift Store- I’ve seen other witches beat this one to death, but I must stress what a good resource thrift stores are for witchcraft. I’ve purchased brass candle holders, carved wooden boxes, stone incense burners, and more for less than $5. You can also find altar cloths, candles, picture frames, and more. The thrift stores of good for more than retro fashion!

Now, I also want to suggest some of the most useful spells and tricks to a high school witch (in my experience, of course.)

Anti Suspicion- wether your parents know or not (mine certainly don’t) you definitely don’t want your whole school to know that you’re a witch. Trust me. A simple sigil or spell to avert suspicion and ill intent will go MILES! My altar is the first thing you see in my room, I hoard bottles and jars, I use all the candles, and my parents suspect nothing. I’ve come to school with sigils all over my arm and no one so much as blinks an eye. I’ve also been able to get away with not wearing my school ID for a semester and a half, which was a nice side effect. Moon water is also great for making you less visible/noticeable.

Focus/success- when you’re about halfway through a semester of homework and studying, you’re gonna want some help. Spells for focus, knowledge, brain power, and success at schoolwork should not be underestimated. I’ve also found that wearing carnelian and aventurine Jewellry does wonders. I also rub safely diluted Rosemary oil on the back of my hand, and smell it whenever I’m struggling on tests and quizzes, as it aids in memory.

Luck, Prosperity, & health- you are a high schooler. You probably stay up way too late, forget a ton of assignments, spill things constantly, trip, lose socks, lose your wallet, and run into all kinds of awkward, dumb situations. A blend of safely diluted orange, lemon, Rosemary, and lavender oil will provide health, prosperity, positivity, happiness, protection, and psychic power. Aventurine, citrine, and rise Quartz are also some good crystals to keep you focused, happy, and protected.

If you have any more questions for me, want to talk, or want to add to the list, feel free to do so! Love you guys, and good luck!!!

markhamillz  asked:

Royai Wonder Woman AU?

“This is No Man’s Land, Riza. It means that no man can cross, alright?” Roy gestured to the soldiers bunkered down around them, guns pressed to their chests as another barrage of bullets buried themselves into the barricades they had set. "This battalion has been here for well over a year,” he continued above the blasts. Lifting his hand for her to see, he hovered his pointer finger and thumb a few centimeters apart. “And despite that, these men haven’t gained an inch. Because right now there are German soldiers on the other side of that field pointing machine guns at every square inch of this place. It’s not something we can cross, Riza. It just isn’t possible.”

As he began to turn away, Riza bound forward and grabbed his jacket, bringing his attention to her once again. “So what? So we do nothing?” 

He drew in an exasperated breath and wiped the dirt from his cheek, and gestured to the men that stood waiting behind him. “No, we are doing something. We are, Riza. We just… We just can’t save everyone in this war. This isn’t what we came here to do.” 

Her grip on his jacket loosened and he pulled his arm away as Breda began to chatter at him again. He held her stare for a few moments longer before giving in to his friend’s persistence, reluctantly turning from her to address him. Riza took the moment to look around the barricade. To catch sight of the woman and child who had so desperately clung to her and begged for egress. To the men who laid wounded on beds of dirt and clay, strings of prayer beads wrapped around trembling fingers as they prayed for release from their tortuous despair. All around her she could see nothing that demanded she slow or give in to any ideal that hadn’t been her own. 

Every second that passed where she hadn’t followed through with her promise was another where a life was lost. And the weight of that realization added itself to the blade and shield that hung against her back. Her fingers grazed over the headpiece she had hidden away, wrapping themselves around and gripping it in her palm. She had sworn to protect that world, and that was exactly what she intended to do.

“No,” she muttered to Roy’s back, slipping the headpiece on as she began to turn away. It might not have been what they had gone there to do, but… “It is what I am going to do.”

2

The image faded, and a girl’s voice whispered: “Percy.”

At first, Percy thought he was still asleep. When he’d lost his memory, he’d spent weeks dreaming about Annabeth, the only person he remembered from his past. As his eyes opened and his vision cleared, he realized she was really there.

She was standing by his berth, smiling down at him.

Her blond hair fell across her shoulders. Her storm-gray eyes were bright with amusement. He remembered his first day at Camp Half-Blood, five years ago, when he’d woken from a daze and found Annabeth standing over him. She had said, You drool when you sleep.
She was sentimental that way.

“Wh—what’s going on?” he asked. “Are we there?”

“No,” she said, her voice low. “It’s the middle of the night.”

“You mean…” Percy’s heart started to race. He realized he was in his pajamas, in bed. He probably had been drooling, or at least making weird noises as he dreamed. No doubt he had a severe case of pillow hair and his breath didn’t smell great. “You sneaked into my cabin?”

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “Percy, you’ll be seventeen in two months. You can’t seriously be worried about getting into trouble with Coach Hedge.”

“Uh, have you seen his baseball bat?”

“Besides, Seaweed Brain, I just thought we could take a walk. We haven’t had any time to be together alone. I want to show you something—my favorite place aboard the ship.”

Percy’s pulse was still in overdrive, but it wasn’t from fear of getting into trouble. “Can I, you know, brush my teeth first?”

“You’d better,” Annabeth said. “Because I’m not kissing you until you do. And brush your hair while you’re at it.”

For a trireme, the ship was huge, but it still felt cozy to Percy—like his dorm building back at Yancy Academy, or any of the other boarding schools he’d gotten kicked out of. Annabeth and he crept downstairs to the second deck, which Percy hadn’t explored except for sickbay.

She led him past the engine room, which looked like a very dangerous, mechanized jungle gym, with pipes and pistons and tubes jutting from a central bronze sphere. Cables resembling giant metal noodles snaked across the floor and ran up the walls.

“How does that thing even work?” Percy asked.

“No idea,” Annabeth said. “And I’m the only one besides Leo who can operate it.”

“That’s reassuring.”

“It should be fine. It’s only threatened to blow up once.”

“You’re kidding, I hope.”

She smiled. “Come on.”

They worked their way past the supply rooms and the armory. Toward the stern of the ship, they reached a set of wooden double doors that opened into a large stable. The room smelled of fresh hay and wool blankets. Lining the left wall were three empty horse stalls like the ones they used for pegasi back at camp. The right wall had two empty cages big enough for large zoo animals.

In the center of the floor was a twenty-foot-square see-through panel. Far below, the night landscape whisked by—miles of dark countryside crisscrossed with illuminated highways like the strands of a web.

“A glass-bottomed boat?” Percy asked.

Annabeth grabbed a blanket from the nearest stable gate and spread it across part of the glass floor. “Sit with me.”

They relaxed on the blanket as if they were having a picnic, and watched the world go by below.

“Leo built the stables so pegasi could come and go easily,” Annabeth said. “Only he didn’t realize that pegasi prefer to roam free, so the stables are always empty.”

Percy wondered where Blackjack was—roaming the skies somewhere, hopefully following their progress. Percy’s head still throbbed from getting whopped by Blackjack’s hoof, but he didn’t
hold that against the horse.

“What do you mean, come and go easily?” he asked. “Wouldn’t a pegasus have to make it down
two flights of stairs?”

Annabeth rapped her knuckles on the glass. “These are bay doors, like on a bomber.”

Percy gulped. “You mean we’re sitting on doors? What if they opened?”

“I suppose we’d fall to our deaths. But they won’t open. Most likely.”

“Great.”

Annabeth laughed. “You know why I like it here? It’s not just the view. What does this place remind you of?”

Percy looked around: the cages and stables, the Celestial bronze lamp hanging from the beam, the smell of hay, and of course Annabeth sitting close to him, her face ghostly and beautiful in the soft amber light.

“That zoo truck,” Percy decided. “The one we took to Las Vegas.”

Her smile told him he’d gotten the answer right.

“That was so long ago,” Percy said. “We were in bad shape, struggling to get across the country to find that stupid lightning bolt, trapped in a truck with a bunch of mistreated animals. How can you be nostalgic for that?”

“Because, Seaweed Brain, it’s the first time we really talked, you and me. I told you about my family, and…” She took out her camp necklace, strung with her dad’s college ring and a colorful clay bead for each year at Camp Half-Blood. Now there was something else on the leather cord: a red coral pendant Percy had given her when they had started dating. He’d brought it from his father’s palace at the bottom of the sea. “And,” Annabeth continued, “it reminds me how long we’ve known each other. We were twelve, Percy. Can you believe that?”

“No,” he admitted. “So…you knew you liked me from that moment?”

She smirked. “I hated you at first. You annoyed me. Then I tolerated you for a few years. Then—”

“Okay, fine.”

She leaned over and kissed him: a good, proper kiss without anyone watching—no Romans anywhere, no screaming satyr chaperones.

She pulled away. “I missed you, Percy.”

Percy wanted to tell her the same thing, but it seemed too small a comment. While he had been on the Roman side, he’d kept himself alive almost solely by thinking of Annabeth. I missed you didn’t really cover that.

He remembered earlier in the night, when Piper had forced the eidolon to leave his mind. Percy hadn’t been aware of its presence until she had used her charmspeak. After the eidolon was gone, he felt as if a hot spike had been removed from his forehead. He hadn’t realized how much pain he had been in until the spirit left. Then his thoughts became clearer. His soul settled comfortably back into his body.

Sitting here with Annabeth made him feel the same way. The past few months could have been one of his strange dreams. The events at Camp Jupiter seemed as fuzzy and unreal as that fight with Jason, when they had both been controlled by the eidolons.

Yet he didn’t regret the time he’d spent at Camp Jupiter. It had opened his eyes in a lot of ways.

“Annabeth,” he said hesitantly, “in New Rome, demigods can live their whole lives in peace.”

“Her expression turned guarded. “Reyna explained it to me. But, Percy, you belong at Camp Half-Blood. That other life—”

“I know,” Percy said. “But while I was there, I saw so many demigods living without fear: kids going to college, couples getting married and raising families. There’s nothing like that at Camp Half-Blood. I kept thinking about you and me…and maybe someday when this war with the giants is over…”

It was hard to tell in the golden light, but he thought Annabeth was blushing.

“Oh,” she said.

Percy was afraid he’d said too much. Maybe he’d scared her with his big dreams of the future. She was usually the one with the plans. Percy cursed himself silently.

As long as he’d known Annabeth, he still felt like he understood so little about her. Even after they’d been dating several months, their relationship had always felt new and delicate, like a glass sculpture. He was terrified of doing something wrong and breaking it.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just…I had to think of that to keep going. To give me hope. Forget I mentioned—”

“No!” she said. “No, Percy. Gods, that’s so sweet. It’s just…we may have burned that bridge. If we can’t repair things with the Romans—well, the two sets of demigods have never gotten along. That’s why the gods kept us separate. I don’t know if we could ever belong there.”

Percy didn’t want to argue, but he couldn’t let go of the hope. It felt important—not just for Annabeth and him, but for all the other demigods. It had to be possible to belong in two different worlds at once. After all, that’s what being a demigod was all about—not quite belonging in the mortal world or on Mount Olympus, but trying to make peace with both sides of their nature.

Art: burdge

Excerpt from, “The Mark of Athena”

Question

I have no clue if people will actually respond to this - but anyways.

I’ve been thinking about doing commissions.

Specifically, there’s a variety of things I know how to make/enjoy making and have been considering trying to sell them. That list of things includes, but is not limited to:

  • I bookbind - journals with a variety of different types of paper
  • I enjoy sewing skirts and cardigans (I can sew other things, these are just specific things I like to make, and am therefore better at making)
  • Animal harnesses (I’ve only made them for cats before, but I don’t see why I can’t make them for other animals)
  • Hands free cup holder (especially good for those who use mobility devices)
  • Knitted scarves and hats (so many hats)
  • Bags
  • Baskets
  • Jewelry (usually bead work)

I can theme things by colours (pride paraphernalia for days!) or interest (I made a notebook with an owl sitting in a window on the cover; and a jewelery set with the tower of pimps on them from Achievement Hunters).

As another note, I’m a writer (fiction, usually fantasy) and artist (drawing, water colour, some clay work, but not much), and would also be interested in potentially doing commissions of those. I am also looking into figuring out more how to make more things to help those with mobility devices and disabilities, because that’s something important to me.

So, my question being, is there any interest amongst my followers for me to do something like that?

Thank you if you take time to respond. I know that I don’t interact with my followers often, so responses would be really neat, or reblogging if you think your followers would have interest or advice.

Goldsmith, Silversmith, Metalsmith... What's the difference?

I introduce myself as a goldsmith or metalsmith mostly because when you say “I make jewellery” people’s eyes automatically glaze over and they think  “oh, she uses Fimo clay, bead stringing or wire wrapping, whatever” and respond “Ya? My daughter makes jewellery too, she’s 8 years old! Isn’t she so talented?”

These things I *may* do in the course of my life as a goldsmith, but that does not define the work I do.

Telling someone you’re a goldsmith or silversmith also brings problems, the most common comments being: (1) “But your work is all in silver, I thought you said goldsmith.” and (2) “Oh. I have a silver ring that needs repaired, do you work in silver?”

I can honestly see the confusion. Let me clear up a couple things by defining the usage of these terms:

The modern definition of goldsmith according to Oxford is “a worker in gold; one who fashions gold into jewels, ornaments, articles of plate, etc.”, however; the traditional definition is actually a person who crafts jewellery and other body adornments, doesn’t matter what fine metal they use.

You can see in the modern Oxford definition of silversmith a similar trend: “a worker in silver; one who makes silverware.” Interestingly though, it has retained the original definition: a person who makes silverware, meaning plates, bowls, spoons, forks, ladles, etc.

Today, many gold and silver smiths are turning to a new term: metalsmith, “a person who forges or works in metal, a metalworker.” This transition is mostly because many of us work numerous types of metals, and not all of them precious.

Personally, I work with copper, bronze, silver, gold, niobium, titanium, and steel, so I would be classified as a metalsmith, however; because much of what I make is jewellery, I am also a goldsmith.

As with many things, numerous names leads to confusion, but each term says the same thing:

I’m trained to work with metal; I can repair your broken jewellery and tableware or craft you a one-of-a-kind piece that will be exactly what you want.

The guy was about nineteen, and he looked pretty cool. He was tall and muscular, with short-cropped sandy hair and a friendly smile. He wore an orange tank top, cutoffs, sandals, and a leather necklace with five different-colored clay beads. The only thing unsettling about his appearance was a thick white scar that ran from just beneath his right eye to his jaw, like an old knife slash.

do i have ur permission to compile all the times percy describes luke so we can analyze them

its-a-goddamn-heartbreak  asked:

Could you do K for one of your OCs?

“I’m not—sick.”

If Alex hadn’t have hiccuped halfway through that sentiment, swallowing back a distinctly acidic flood of saliva, Sawyer might have believed him. Even that was pushing it, as Alex’s skin had turned the color of wet clay, his forehead beading with droplets of sweat.

“You’re kneeling in front of the toilet and you look like you’re about to blow chunks.”

Alex groaned, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Don’t talk about it.”

“Then don’t deny it.” Sawyer leaned over and kissed his boyfriend’s hair. “I’m going to get you some water. You’re going to need it after this.”

Craft Project #1 - Polymer Clay Cake Charms

Materials You Will Need

- Polymer Clay in the colors or your choice.

- Clay tools such as a needle tool, toothpick, toothbrush, blade, ball tool, etc…

- Round cookie cutter

- Eye pin, jump ring, cell phone strap

- Pasta machine or clay roller

- Embellishments such as silicone, whipple cream, glitter, clay sprinkles, micro beads, cane slices, puffy paint, etc…

- Glaze of your choice, paint brush

- Pliers

Step 1 & 2

Pick out what two colors you would like to use and condition your clay.  Once you get it nice and soft either roll it out with a clay roller or run it threw a pasta machine.  You want the clay to be between 1/8 and ¼ of an inch, depending on the style your going for. Once you get smooth sheets of clay, take your round cookie cutter (or whatever shape you’d like to use) and cut out two circles of one color and one circle of the other color.  You will also need to roll out a pretty big sheet of really thin clay to act as ‘fondant.’ You want this to be about four inches round or so. After you get them cut out , stack them together, single color in the middle and other color on top and bottom.  Smooth out any imperfections.

Step 3

After you are satisfied with the way your layers look, take the layer of ‘fondant’ and smooth over top of the cake making sure to get the top and the sides.  Cut off any access clay at the bottom.

Step 4

Take your blade and cut out however many slices you wish.  You should be able to get six to twelve slices, depending on how big or small you want them.  After you get your slices cut out you want to insert your eye pin to the top of each slice.  

Step 5 & 6

For the middle part, you can either take your needle tool and poke lots and lots of tiny little holes, to give the illusion of it looking like ‘mousse,’  you can leave it smooth, or you can make it look like ‘cake’ by taking your needle tool and picking at the clay in a circular motion. For the top and bottom layers, you can do the same thing as the middle or do something different.

Step 7

Once you texture all of your cakes, and they look the way you want them to look, you want to bake them in the oven for fifteen minutes at 275 degrees, 

 

Step 8

After your slices have cooled completely, you can either glaze your cake first and then add the embellishments or add the embellishments and then glaze it, or if you want a more realistic look, dont glaze the cake but just the ‘icing’ and toppings.  After everything has dried you can use your pliers to open your jump rings to add them to your charm along with your cell phone strap.


You can use these as cell phone charms, key chains, zipper pulls, wine markers and lots more!!