oven clay

Just got in some oven clay!! I’m so happy how this came out!! ((Took me 4 try’s to get this one just right))

It’s my favorite artist here!!! And I look up to her so much!! I love seeing her drawing when I get the time relax and
Enjoy my peace time. As will as getting inspired to draw more to :3

This beautiful artist is name @drawotion and you guys should follower there blog!!


here are the pics of my dragon!!!!

it has a skeleton made out of wire, which was wrapped with tin foil, and a type of clay called sculpey molded over that to give it it’s shape, which was then baked in my oven to solidify the clay. it was painted with acrylic paints, and there’s some glitter hairsprayed to it’s back 

sadly scupley does crack a little and it did crack on the stomach a tiny bit, but you can’t tell from how it sits. 

it was designed to sit specifically at that angle that it’s stand sits at, i’m not sure if it would break or not at any other angle, but i’d rather not risk it. 

the stand is meant to be a crystal that was made out of cardboard and painted with acrylics; sadly, it doesn’t match up to the quality of the dragon b/c i was pressed for time, but overall i’m really happy with how this piece came out. it was the first time i’ve ever used a clay material like this before, and i think it came out pretty nicely all things considered

(i would be willing to sell it tho for the right price. since it took me weeks to create this, it would have to be at least over $100. if anyone is interested, hit me up at my email xxsaisaixx@gmail.com)


Set WIP sculpture. Clay and the first coat of paint is on the armature! I can’t wait to sculpt his legs and bake the figure to harden it (which, knowing Set, he probs wouldn’t have a problem with anyway)

I’m going with a black and gold color palette with maybe a bit of red here and there. I really hope he ends up liking it; this is going to be the center piece on his altar!

Shokugeki no Souma Season 3 Episode 3: Hujiao Bing

Hello hello! Welcome back! These were really fun for me! I enjoy making dough and pastry. But I learned I don’t know how to seal bread! Haha, I’m horrible at it. Pork juices everywhere! But it’s okay, it was still tasty.

Souma makes Hujiao Bing as his dish to compete against Kuga senpai.  They look so tasty inside the clay oven. I would LOVE to taste these on the streets of Taiwan one day! I bet they’re so crispy on the bottom and get that delicious flavor like naan does.

Because I didn’t know how to seal them, I had an excess amount of dough on the bottom of each one. Not that pleasant since it was too much in ratio to the meat.  I think I rolled it thin enough but maybe I’ll make the edges thinner next time and do a better job sealing them.  I did get a nice color on them though! Either way, fun to make and eat! :D

Feel free to read more if you want to see how I tackled these! Thank you so much! Osomatsu!

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Prosperity Poppet

My Bestest Friend Ever is looking for a new job, and I’m wanting to do better at my current job. Here’s a spell for a poppet to help you attract good luck and monayyy 

What You Need: 
- something representing yourself (hair, nail clippings, etc) 
- air dry clay, or oven-bake clay
- a yellow ribbon 
- one yellow and/or green candle
- Crystals corresponding with good luck, money, and confidence (my bff is a crystal-witch and picked them out for me but I didn’t write them down because i’m an idiot) 
- Corresponding herbs (ok, now this is more my area):
Alfalfa (luck/money) 
Basil (luck/money/protection) 
Bay Leaf (luck/protection) 
Cinnamon (luck/money/protection) 
Cloves (luck/protection) 
Sage (wisdom, wishes) 
Rosemary (protection, mental focus) 
Lemon Balm (confidence) 
Thyme (courage) 

Tarot Cards (if you’re about it) 
- III of Pentacles 
- IX of Cups 
- IX of Pentacles 


  1. Light the candles  
  2. Pass the crystals through the flame, charging them. 
  3. Lay the tarot cards next to each other horizontally, and place the stones around the cards. If you are using few stones or one specific stone, just set it on top. This step creates a little space where the energy is concentrated, we’ll be using it to charge the poppet later on. 
  4. Lay the yellow string over the cards to charge it as well. 
  5. Start shaping your clay into a little person, try to make it resemble yourself as much as possible. 
  6. Once your clay work is done, scoop out a crevice in the torso or down the entire body. 
  7. Fill the crevice with the herbs, and add what you are using to represent yourself. Instead of putting the cloves inside however, put two clove buds in the head as eyes instead. 
  8. Cover the crevice entirely with wax from the candles. 
  9. When the wax has set, cover the crevice with more clay and smooth it out. 
  10. Tie the yellow string around the poppet. 
  11. Let the poppet charge while drying on top of the tarot cards/surrounded by stones. 

Take this with you when you’re going somewhere you will need it, like an interview or to work. Or you can leave it at home surrounded by money/coins, to represent yourself making that casshh monaaayyyy.

(You could also do this by sewing a little poppet instead, either way works!) 


Used my unused abundance of traditional media tools to draw Lucidia skellies!! If I’m not too busy tomorrow, I’m gonna do Salt and Da Queen.

Sage was done with Copic markers. The guitar could’ve been better.

Pepper was done with crayons. She’s all dressed up and ready to brawl!

Cardamom Thyme was done with pencils (I’m sorry for betraying you, CQ). I think I made her look a lot more elegant that she actually is.

Chili P. was done with watercolor pencils. Unfortunately, I accidentally drew him on the wrong type of paper, so it didn’t turn out quite as nice as I’d envisioned.

Da Queen was made of Sculpey (an oven-bake clay that u recommend) and painted with some crappy acrylic paint. I think I did decently for someone that’s only made three complete sculptures in their lifetime. Her eyes follow you!

Salt was made with Chameleon markers. They’re extremely hard to work with, so she didn’t turn out very good.

All characters belong to @loverofpiggies.

Bonus: Chili P. before I added water

avivag  asked:

Tumblr isn't letting me share the hot dog sandwich post with your latest comment, so here is my response. @copperbadge This is so funny to me because of the context that this is exactly how Jewish philosophers comment on the Torah and Torah commentary. Argument is a time-honored Jewish tradition. We have whole books just of arguments over the most esoteric points. The most famous are these two guys, Hillel and Shammai, who argued about points like, SEE NEXT ASK

if a snake gets into a clay oven is it still kosher, because snakes aren’t kosher, and is a clay oven even kosher because clay absorbs the food’s “essence.” And what makes an oven an oven…

*grinning* This was not accidental. The Jewish scholarly tradition is one I find admirable and also endlessly fascinating. I figured it would give the Jewish people on my dash a laugh, I’m glad it amused you! 


The Removal of the Heart

When I created this process, I had been through a very rough period in my life. A dear friend and ex-lover of mine went missing and, if that were not enough, I – as a witch – had a very hard time dealing with the fact I was not able to find him. At was at this time, I made the choice to drink Morning Glory tea and seek him out – what I found was all the more heartbreaking. I knew he had gone from this life – and lo and behold, months later the news arrived. It was at this time – because, even though I knew he had perished, there was a touch of hope that perhaps I had misinterpreted the signs, misunderstood the message – that I decided to remove my heart.

So, I sat down and worked out the specifics, knowing well what I was doing. When the time came to do the ritual, I prepared. I had crossed every “t”, dotted every “I” – but as I began, I knew this was not what it seemed. I had written it to free myself of the heartache by means of metaphorically removing my heart. What I found was all the more placating. As the ritual proceeded, I knew I would not be removing my heart – but memorializing it. I penned out a lengthy letter, in which I tied up all loose ends – not just with the aforementioned, but all loose ends of my life. I wrote them all out and folded the paper inside the heart, let the wax seal it in and I had done what needed doing, and made an oath then and there:

All these things, I will carry with me always, but no longer might they hold me back. They have been sealed in the past, so that I may move forward – but forever, all of them will remain, tucked away in my chest.

I sealed up that heart, wrapped it in cloth and then stowed it away in a miniature, wooden chest (Word of wisdom, though, make sure you remember where you stash it, because I spent 20 minutes searching all over for the damned thing so I could take a photo or two!).

So, if you are ready to allow the past be the past, and seal up the memories – I have brought to you the ritual.

Things You’ll Need:

For the Heart

  • Air-Dry or Oven Bake Clay – however, if you have a kiln, by all means… – also, as a last ditch, you can use clay-rich soil/dirt, I talk about the process here
  • Wax – you can use candlewax or paraffin, which can be found at most supermarkets (you’ll have to ask someone, because no place puts it in the same damn section [I’m not still bitter])

  • (Optional) Paint – I used red and pink wax, so I forewent the painting process

For the Rest

  • A Box/Chest/Bag or other Storage Option
  • Time (& other supplies of your choosing) – as I said, I sat down and wrote everything out, but that isn’t the only way. If you want to burn some things, scream, do a little crying, do what you need to do, just make sure you have something to stuff into the heart!

  1. The process is relatively simple, but somewhat time consuming. Begin by sculpting your heart – as you can see, I went the more anatomical route, but the symbolic heart is perfectly fine – it’s your heart, sculpt it however you damn well please. However, you’re going to want to hollow it at least partially out. That’s where you’ll be shoving all the memories and tokens and whatnot. After complete, allow it to cure – through air drying or oven baking. This can be a timely process, don’t rush it.
  2. Once completely dry, in a double boiler, melt your wax. It’s not recommended to melt paraffin in the microwave, as it’s a minor fire hazard. If you don’t happen to have a double boiler, a bowl that snuggly hugs the sides of a pot will work just fine – though not plastic, that would be another hazard. Once the wax is thoroughly melted, remove it from the boiler and allow it to cool momentarily. On a nonstick surface, such as wax paper or aluminum foil, place your heart hollow side up. Pour the wax into the hollow and turn it so that it evenly coats the inside. This may also take some time. After a few moments, the wax cools enough to touch – so you can work it with your hands.
  3. Once the inside has cooled enough to remain solid, cover the rest, following the same procedure, allowing it to cool and then working it with your hands. This seals any cracks and also gives the added bonus of a nice, smooth, shiny coat once hardened.
  4. Once the heart is complete, the rest is very much up to you – however you wish to go about it. I went through a lengthy process of setting up an entire table for the working – covered in photos, keepsakes and the like (which I then boxed separately for safe keeping, out of sight and out of mind). After having written the very long letter, I folded it up and placed it inside, then melted a bit of wax over it to secure both it and a candle – which I lit and let burn down so that it would seal it the rest of the way.

As seen above, I keep mine in a small cedar box, wrapped in a handkerchief on a bed of Sulphur – but your choice of storage is entirely up to you.

As a word of warning, since the “removal” I become a witchy-nun – vows and everything, so that could be a possible side effect, I’m not entirely sure.

Culinary History (Part 21): Ovens

Benjamin Thompson (1753-1814, Count Rumford) was a physicist & inventor who worked to improve English kitchens.  He was not pleased at all with their design, both in terms of health and economics.  In the 1790’s, he wrote, “More fuel is frequently consumed in a kitchen range to boil a tea-kettle than, with proper management, would be sufficient to cook a dinner for fifty men.”

He didn’t think it was worth it for the roast meat that England was famous for, and complained that English cooks had neglected the art of making of “nourishing soups and broths”.  The main problem, he said, was that the hearth was open.

At this time, the typical English kitchen had a very long range (because of all the pots that had to be put on the fire).  This meant that a huge, very tall chimney was needed, wasting fuel and making the kitchen extremely hot and constantly smoky.  There were also cold draughts by the chimney.

To solve this problem, Rumford built invented his own custom-built closed range, which he installed in the House of Industry in Munich (i.e. the workhouse).  It used far less fuel.

Rumford’s range had many small enclosed fires, instead of one large fire.  Each pot had its own separate, closed fireplace.  The fireplaces were built with bricks (for good insulation), had a door to shut them, and each had their own individual canal which took the smoke into the chimney.

But while Rumford’s design was a major improvement, it never caught to a wide audience.  Part of the problem was that ironmongers (the main producers of cooking apparatus at the time) didn’t want to sell it, because it was made from bricks and not iron.  (Later on, various “Rumford stoves” would be marketed and sold, but with no connection to the original.)

But it wasn’t just a marketing issue.  People hate change, and they were determined to stick to the old ways.  The English believed that open fires roasted, and bread ovens baked.  You couldn’t mix the two together.  In 1838, Mary Randolph said, “No meat can be well-roasted except on a spit turned by a jack, and before a clear, steady fire – other methods are no better than baking.”

Inventors kept working on spit-jacks for ages.  In 1845, a patent was taken out for an electrically-propelled spit-jack, using two magnets. Even in 1907, the Skinners’ Company in London had a 3.3m-wide roasting range in the Guildhall kitchen.  Progress was not so easily won.

Baking vs. Roasting

In the Middle East, this baking/roasting division did not exist.  The Arabic word khubz means “bread”, and from this comes the verb khabaza, which means “to bake/make khubz”. But it can also mean “to grill” or “to roast”.

Mesopotamian bread ovens have been found dating back to 3000 BC (modern-day Pakistan, Syria, Iran & Iraq).  They are round cylinders, made of clay.  A fire is lit in the bottom of the cylinder; then dough is lowered through a hole in the top and slapped on the inside of the oven.  A few minutes later, it has baked into flatbread, and is lifted out again.

These clay ovens are still used today in the Middle East, Central & South-East Asia, and in many rural areas in African countries.  It is called a tandoor.  Many other things are cooked in it, not just bread.

The tandoor cooks with intense, dry baking heat.  Even poor households used them to bake bread.  In Amarna (an Ancient Egyptian village from 1350 BC), half of the labourers’ houses showed traces of a tandoor.  Unlike in medieval Europe, where it was believed that the only real bread was professionally baked, home-made bread was the preference.  In medieval Baghdad, a marketplace inspector once remarked that “most people avoid eating bread baked in the market.”

Like the portable braziers of Ancient Greece, the tandoor was portable, and far better than building a fire in the hearth.  They were also cheap.  An “eye” at the bottom of the cylinder gave control over the level of heat, by opening & shutting.  For example, a round Iraqi water-bread coated in sesame oil would be cooked in a moderate heat, but other breads needed extreme heat.  The fuel is burned directly inside the tandoor, on the bottom, so temperatures can reach up to 480°C (most domestic ovens can only get up to 220°C).

The tandoor wasn’t just used for baking – it was also used for stewing, and for roasting as well.  In the West, tandoori chicken (chicken marinated in yoghurt & red spices) is well-known, and it is cooked in a tandoor.

In Baghdad in the 900’s AD, the tandoor’s roasting capabilities were mostly used for “fatty whole lamb or kid – mostly stuffed…big chunks of meat, plump poultry or fish.”  These were either laid on flat brick tiles, which were arranged on the fire; or put on metal skewers and lowered in from the top.

There are three different types of cooking heat.  In all of them (as physics requires), heat moves from the hotter area/object to the cooler one.

Radiant heat is used for grilling.  It’s like when you put your hand above a heater, without touching it: the heat blasts out from it and warms your hand without you even needing to touch it.  No contact is needed.  A red-hot fire gives plenty of radiant heat from the flames and embers.

Conduction works through direct touch, from one object to another.  This is like touching the heater, instead of putting your hand above it.  Metals are excellent conductors; brick, wood and clay are poor conductors. For cooking, conduction is the type of heat transfer when you put a piece of meat in a pan.

Convection happens within a gas/liquid.  The hot parts of the gas/liquid are less dense than the cool ones, but gradually it evens out (for density and temperature).  This is like the heat of the heater spreading gradually through the room.  For cooking, convection happens when cooking porridge or boiling water.

While any cooking method will use a combination of these forms of heat transfer, one will usually dominate, and it is this which makes the tandoor unusual – it uses all three at the same time.  Radiant heat from the fire below, and from the hot clay walls; conduction from the clay to the bread, or the metal skewers to the meat; and convection within the hot air circulating in the tandoor. This is what makes this oven so versatile.

The old Western ovens were basically brick boxes.  They used both about 20% radiation and 80% convection.  Instead of the constant intense heat of the tandoor, their fire started off fierce (radiation) but then cooled down gradually, and convection took over.  In fact, the food didn’t even usually get put in until the fire had cooled down.

Over the centuries, cooking methods evolved to make the best use of this type of heat transfer.  Food was cooked in order – bread when the oven was hottest; then stews, pastries and puddings; herbs might be left to dry in it overnight, when the oven was barely warm.

In ancient & medieval times, bread ovens were huge, communal affairs.  A manor/monastery kitchen had massive equipment to match the ovens – wooden spoons as big as oars; massive trestle tables to knead the dough on.

Bundles of fuel (wood/charcoal) were heaved into the back of the oven, taken from stoking sheds outside, and then fired up.  When the oven was hot, the ashes were raked out into the stoking sheds.  Then the dough was shoved in on peels – extremely long wooden spoons.  Bakers worked almost naked because of the heat, like the turnspits.

By the 1700’s, baking equipment included wooden kneading troughs; pastry jaggers; hoops & traps for tarts & pies; peels; patty pans; wafer irons; earthenware dishes.

Baking oven & kneading trough.

Pastry jagger (American, 1800-50).

Peels in a medieval baker shop.

Modern patty pans.

Wafer iron (Italian, 1500′s).

Royal kitchen at St. James’ Palace (1819).  There is an open-grate fire for roasting (back right); a closed oven for baking (front right); and a raised brick hearth for stewing & sauces (front left?)  Each type of cooking was separate.

The Oven

It wasn’t just the baking/roasting division that hindered the adoption of ovens.  A fire is homey and comforting, and people were unsure about centering their home around an enclosed fire instead of an open one.  Stoves were introduced in America during the 1830’s, but people said that they might be fine for heating public places such as bars or courthouses, but not their homes.

But they got used to it eventually.  The “model cookstove” became the new focus of the home, and it was one of the great “consumer status symbols of the industrial age”.

The Victorian stove was a large, unwieldy cast-iron contraption.  It had a hot-water tank for boiling; hotplates to put pots & pans on; a coal-fired oven closed with iron doors; and “complicated arrangements of flues, their temperature controlled by a register and dampers” linking all the parts together.

By the mid-1800’s, the “kitchener” was the essential object in an American or British middle-class kitchen.  And like the home, the kitchen was now centered around the stove, instead of around the fire.

At Britain’s Great Exhibition of 1851, the Improved Leamington Kitchener won first prize of all the kitcheners on display.  It used a single fire to combine roasting and baking.  A wrought-iron roaster with dripping-pan was inside, but by closing the back valves, it could be turned into a baking oven.  And it could provide the household with gallons of boiling water – for a kitchener wasn’t just for cooking, but also for warmth and hot water, and also for heating up irons.

The Leamington range was one of the first pieces of cooking equipment to become a household name in Britain.  It ended up being used to refer to closed ranges in general.  There were many other competing models, such as the Coastal Grand Pacific and the Plantress.

The fancier stoves were as much about fashion as they were about practicality.  But it wasn’t just about “keeping up” with everyone else.  Part of the reason for the stove’s popularity was the Industrial Revolution, which created a coal & iron boom, and flooded the market with cheap cast iron.  Ironmongers loved this type of stove (unlike Rumford’s brick stove) because it was made almost entirely out of iron, and so were its accessories.  And new versions were always coming out, so they were constantly selling new stoves, as people wanted the latest ones.

Back in the mid-1700’s, a new method of cast-iron production had been discovered, which used coal instead of charcoal.  John “Iron-Mad” Wilkinson’s invention of the steam engine pushed production even further.  A generation later, cast iron was everywhere.  And kitcheners also supported the coal industry, because they were almost all coal-fired (rather than wood, peat or turf).

Coal wasn’t a new fuel for kitchens.  The first “coal revolution” happened back in the mid-1500’s because of a wood shortage.  Industry expanded rapidly during the 2nd half of the 1500’s, and timber was essential for the production of glass, iron and lead.  Timber was also required for ship-building (the English were at war with the Spanish at that time).  So there was less wood for kitchens, and many converted to “sea-coal” (called that because it was brought by sea), albeit reluctantly.

In rural areas, the wood fire was still used, and the poorer folk in the city and countryside made do with whatever fuel they could find.

The switch to coal changed the way open hearths were set up.  Previously, the kitchen fire had really been a bonfire, with andirons or brandirons to stop the burning logs from rolling out onto the floor. And that was all.  It was dreadfully dangerous.

A Saxon archbishop in the 600’s AD said that “if a woman place her infant by the hearth, and the man put water in the cauldron, and it boil over and the child be scalded to death, the woman must do penance for her negligence but the man is acquitted of blame.”  The open fire was especially dangerous for toddlers, and also women, because of their clothes.  Medieval coroners’ reports show that women were more at risk for accidental death at home than anywhere else.

Kitchen fires were common, because houses were made of wood.  The Great Fire of London was caused by a kitchen fire at Pudding Lane.  The city was rebuilt with brick, and the new houses had coal-burning grates.

With coal, a container or improved barrier was needed, to stop it going everywhere.  A metal grate was used to solve the problem, called a “chamber grate” or “cole baskett”.  Now the open fires were slightly more enclosed, and a bit safer.

More kitchen equipment was needed.  A cast-iron fireback protected the wall from the fierce heat of the fire.  Fire cranes swung pots over the fire, and off it.

Firebacks (Victorian & 1300′s).

The biggest change was the chimney.  In the 2nd half of the 1500’s, more chimneys were built.  Because of the disgusting coal fumes, wider chimneys were needed to carry away the smoke.  The increased levels of smoke may have contributed to the high incidence of lung disease among the English.  It was certainly terrible for people’s health.

Back to the Victorian kitcheners.  While it was a technological improvement, it wasn’t much of an improvement in terms of practicality.  Many of the early cookstoves were poorly-constructed and gave off terrible coal fumes, unlike Rumford’s ideal stov.  A letter to The Expositor in 1853 called them “poison machines”, and spoke of three people who had recently died from the fumes.

And they were inefficient, too.  American promoters claimed that they saved 50-90% on fuel (compared to an open hearth), but a great deal of heat was wasted.  The problem with stoves being made of iron was that they weren’t insulated (again, unlike Rumford’s stove).  Lots of heat was being radiated out into the kitchen, and the cook had to deal with not only that, but also the soot and ash dust.

The kitchener certainly wasn’t labour-efficient.  In fact, it was often worse than an open hearth in this case.  Getting the fire going was just as difficult, and polishing & cleaning the range took ages. In 1912, the wife of a policeman listed her daily duties for the range (excluding the actual cooking):

  • Remove fender and fire-irons.
  • Rake out all the ashes and cinders; first throw in some damp tea-leaves to keep down the dust.
  • Sift the cinders.
  • Clean the flues.
  • Remove all grease from the stove with newspaper.
  • Polish the steels with bathbrick and paraffin.
  • Blacklead the iron parts and polish.
  • Wash the hearthstone and polish it.

The real improvement would be the gas oven.

RISE (Kylo Ren x Reader unseen content) CHAPTER ONE

A/N: here it is! I found a lot more content that was unfinished and plan to share it real soon!

SIDEBAR: this series is definitely not for the faint of heart! while I am impressed at the writing style of the series I am also shocked at the events that take place! THIS SERIES IS UNBELIEVABLY DARK AND COULD EVEN BE TRIGGERING.

Summary(?): there is an age difference between you and kylo. from what it looks like, he is about 18 and you are 16. the idea is this takes place before kylo becomes commander and after he has already left home. its a sort of “chronical” of the in-between period.

Words: 3.5k

WARNINGS: Kidnapping. force torture. abuse. 



There were muffled rattling sounds and a slight vibration in the floor…

 (y/n) had her eyes closed, she was too scared to open them. She had not seen sunlight since taken from Tiagawa. She had no idea where she was or what she was being held in. As soon As she was brought onto the ship she was knocked out cold. 

The Jedi killer was taking precaution, he didn’t want to risk accidentally killing (y/n). He had put her limp body in a cage used for rare animals and covered the cage with a thick heavy material. It was cruel and unusual, but he didn’t care. Neither did his other comrades. He didn’t get to where he was by being polite and thoughtful. He was none other than Kylo Ren, a wild card in Snoke’s deck and the best damn killer to bet money on. Kylo had a personal agenda to stick to. His job was to find the force user, present them to Snoke, and be praised for it. If he was going to live up to his expectations then he would have to put forth a hard effort and stop at nothing. He wasn’t scared of dying and he wasn’t scared of battle. Kylo Ren was jaded to emotions. The only thing he ever felt was anger. Kylo had trained himself to be mind over matter. If he was hungry, he would think of food and he was full. If he were tired, he’d talk himself out of sleep and would build up energy by using the force. He was one step from being a complete sociopath.

  As the cage (y/n) was in came to a stop, she held her breath. She could hear two voices, one she had already heard before and the other she hadn’t. When the voices had stopped, (y/n) opened one eye but still saw nothing. Then, all at once her cage was filled with light. The fabric covering her cage had been pulled off, and she quickly sat up. There was a throne in front of her and sitting in it was a very tall humanoid alien male. His skin was sickly pale and his eyes were a piercing pale blue color. It was the Supreme leader of the first order and current master to Kylo Ren. He rose to his feet hastily and hunched over. A deep unsettling growl rumbled in his throat.      

“I had believed it was the king who was force sensitive but now I can see I was wrong,” he said. “Bring her to me so that I can have a better look at her face.”

  The same knight as before, Kylo Ren, ripped open the door to the cage, and with a firm grip he yanked out the girl. When her feet wouldn’t move he dragged her across the floor and the held her upright. 

The pale humanoid alien gripped her face tightly and examined her from every angle. His hand was ice cold against her skin and it felt as if he were just a walking corpse that somehow still had life from within. His sunken in eyes looked so hollow and empty. They were nothing compared to (y/n)’s.

  Her eyes were (e/c) and still had a very youthful and naive shine to them. Where she was from her looks were rare and only belonged to her father’s bloodline. Her hair was long and the color of it was rather odd. She also had her father’s glowy (s/c) skin. She was all Ephraim. The only thing she took after Adah was her small frame and her petite nose. (y/n) was a beautiful Tiaganian human female.

  “Where did you find this one?”

    “She is the king’s sister, (y/n).” answered the knight of Ren.

    Master Snoke scoffed. “It was his sister all along. Pity, I was hoping to have a new apprentice.”

  Kylo’s grip tightened more around (y/n)’s arm. Snoke had other apprentices before him but Kylo wanted to stay the main focus.

  “What shall I do with the girl then, Supreme leader? Shall I kill her?”

  “There’s no need for that… but do what you must, Kylo.” sighed the old sovereign.

  Kylo tugged (y/n) all over the grounds of what seemed to be run down buildings. The shabby buildings were close in distance but all different sizes. 

The sky was gray and the air humid giving the area an overall murky appearance. She judged by the numerous storm drains that rain was constant in the area. (y/n) couldn’t help but wonder if the planet he had taken her to was Hell.

  (y/n) stumbled as she was being led to one of the empty buildings that looked the most out of place, it was a hut. The hut looked mostly new like it had just been built not that long ago. It was an elongated adobe made for two. Upon entering the hut, right in the center, was a small clay oven likely used for warmth more than food. The hut was warm when Kylo wanted it to be but it was mostly ever dark, cold and lonely.

  Kylo pushed (y/n) down a narrow hall. He was taking her to one of the rooms that were not being used. It was smaller than his and just two steps away.  Across their rooms was a tiny washroom big enough for one person at a time. It was nothing compared to the luxurious refreshers she was used to. The hut (in general) was nothing compared to her home on Tiagawa.

  There were nothing in (y/n)’s “chambers”. Just a high up glassless window and a pile of ripped up cloth on the floor where a bed should have been. There was no lamp for a light or anything to keep the room warm. It felt more like a prison cell than a bedroom. 

The area smelled wet but there was nothing dripping from the ceiling and no puddles on the dirt floor. (y/n) wrapped her arms around herself, she was out of her element and all she could do was cry.

  “Shut up!” said Ren as he shoved the princess to the ground.

  Her yellow gown dirtied the instant it met the floor. Curling up into a ball, she brought her head into her hands. Her sobs growing worse. She wished nothing more than to have been killed like her family instead of taken to a strange place by a strange man. 

She had no idea why her life was spared or why she was important to the knight at all. With the royal family dead, and her kingdom taken over by the first order she was no longer relevant. To the artisan and his apprentice, she was just a girl.

  The masked knight before her crouched down. He was silent for a moment, the room was filled with the sounds of her sobs and the release of air from his helmet. “You still cry, how pathetic.”

  Young (y/n) lifted her head. Through tear filled eyes she peeked at his face. He could have been no older than she was. His physiognomy was stern, but he was still very wet behind the ears. She could make out a large nose and what seemed to be scattered freckles and moles. Her vision was too blurry to depict anything else. She could not understand how someone who was practically still a boy, could be so wicked.

  “How is it you are the one the force chose?” he asked picking at a lock of her hair.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  Kylo tilted his head, lips pouting. “You don’t? I think you’re lying, I don’t like liars.”

  “I’m not lying.” It was half true. 

   (y/n) knew what the force was but she didn’t know how to use it. She was never allowed to talk about it. When she had confided in her mother at a young age she was kept hidden from the outside world in fear she would be taken and made a padawan and one day a Jedi. Tiaganian’s were not fighters, they did not stand for war. The day Hiram boasted about being one with the force she figured her gift was nothing more than an illusion, a game on her mind- That it was her brother who was meant to be a Jedi knight.

  “I felt it when I killed your family.” Kylo tugged on the hair in his hand. “You caused a ripple. You moved me.”

  (y/n) tried to free herself from his grasp but when she tried to move away he only tugged harder. She let out a small whine that only encouraged him. He tangled one hand at the nape of her neck and slapped down the other on her temple, the leather stinging her skin. He clenched his jaw and brought her face close to his. 

“Perhaps I shall demonstrate what the force can really do!”

  Searing white hot pain shot from the center of her brain and filled her body entirely. She had lost control of her arms and her legs spasmed. She felt as if she were being crushed while setting on fire, all while being skinned alive. Invisible needles pricked at her fingers and nonexistent cattle prod was poking at her heart. All she could do was scream. When He let her go, her body stayed glued to the ground. She had no strength to move, or make herself comfortable.

  Her lungs burned and her throat was hoarse, she was crying out loud but no sound could be heard.

 Kylo stared at her body unapologetically. “You didn’t like that? Well, it was fun for me.” 

one of his large hands crept around her throat and pressured it. He was testing her capabilities, sizing her up, trying to determine her force. It was buried but it was there. “If you do not wish for this “fun” to continue, then maybe you should fight back. Show me the force! Use it on me!” (y/n) found the energy to shake her head no. it was not that she didn’t want to stop him, she just didn’t know how.

  “No?” he mocked, pressing his fingers tighter around her throat. “You’re so weak!”

  Kylo squeezed harder and harder till he shut off her airway completely, holding that her way till she had passed out. He was frustrated with her. He believed she was not worthy of the force. If she did not know how to use it, then she did not deserve. He spent time coming in and out of (y/n)’s room debating if he should just kill her or not. Each time he entered he changed his mind.

  He would come close to taking her life but would talk himself out of it. Not because he did not have the courage but because she had the force. He knew he could make something out of her. All he had to do was seduce her into the dark side. Show her all that it had to offer, but Kylo was not sure it would work. (y/n) was weak and her power was small. He would have to teach her the way he was taught. He himself was still learning.

    He would have to teach her.

  The night was still, unlike the evening that had passed. There were no crickets chirping, no wind whistling and no rain falling. In some way- in the stillness of the night, (y/n) had managed to drift off into sleep. She had dreamed she was back home and that her life was the same. Deep down she knew it was all surreal but she chose to bask in her fantasy.

Not too long after she had cried herself to sleep, she was awakened. Kylo had ripped her up off the floor abruptly and shook her violently. “You don’t get to sleep!”

  Her eyes went wide and she was scared. She had not been expecting him to just snatch her so suddenly. Kylo threw (y/n) halfway across her room then by the force pinned her to the wall. “You don’t get to sleep till I say you can, and I will say you can when you show me the force!”

  (y/n) shook her head, not wanting to look directly at him. He was wearing his mask again and it scared her. She did not like seeing his face. It left to much up for her imagination. He could be looking at her with murders eyes. 

The eyes are the window to the soul. If she could not see his eyes, then she could not see his soul. If she could not see his soul then she could not see his intentions. Shutting her eyes, she tried to use the waves around her but could not muster up the means to see through him. She had not yet opened her mind’s eye because she had not been taught to harness the power of the force. Her efforts were useless.

  “You tell me, no but I can feel you trying to penetrate my mind.” his modified voice hissed low in his throat. “Show me what you can do.”

  (y/n) parted her lashes and shook her head again. She had no idea that what she was doing was actually using the force. 

Kylo grew angry and gripped the sides of her head.

  “Show me the force!”

  When she failed to comply, just like earlier, he took control of her mind. It was so much worse than the first time. Kylo was in her head and breaching her thoughts. He heard every thought she ever had and saw every memory she ever made. He saw things not even she remembered. Her entire life played before him like a cinematic movie. He knew all about her now; her ups, her downs, her likes, her dislikes, her language and her culture.

  “If you want me out of your mind, then fight me!” he grunted over her screams. “Fight me!”

  But she couldn’t fight. She did not know how.

    “Do it!”


   “Do it! Use the force!”

     Still nothing.

     “I can feel the force in you! Do not deny it! Show me!”

     Absolutely nothing.

  Drunken by rage, Kylo threw (y/n) to the ground. His fist raised above his head collided with her check. She didn’t move. Her mind was racing, trying to figure what it was that just happened. When his fist came again she saw stars, and everything came together. He had punched her. Before she had time to recover from his blow he dragged her body from her room to the front of the hut. He was taking her outside. For what? She didn’t know.

  Tugged to her feet, (y/n) struggled to stand straight. She was nearly knocked back when he threw a long wooden dowel her way. She had hardly caught it in time before he had grabbed a stick of his own and whacked her with it. (y/n) fell into a puddle of mud, her dingy yellow gown, now wet, clung to her legs. 

Pushing herself up to her knees, she pulled herself from the puddle; gripping the sopping heavy fabric as she crawled. She was so focused on getting out of the mud that she hadn’t seen Kylo come at her.


  (y/n) winced as the thick dowel came across her back, knocking her back to the ground. Rolling over she stared up at the sky. Streaks of luminosity were beginning to peek through the clouds. The morning was arriving. She had survived one day of torture…


  The wooden dowel had collided with her stomach, and all the air had left her body. Gasping hungrily at the oxygen she almost missed the stick coming again. (y/n) rolled to her left, dodging him. He came once more, and she rolled to the right landing right back into the liquid dirt.

  “FIGHT!” Kylo let his stick fall from his grasp.

  Straddling (y/n), he flipped her over so her face was in the mud and he held her head under. She kicked her legs but it wasn’t enough to knock the boy off of her. She would have used her arms if he hadn’t been restraining them behind her back. His hands were large and her wrist was tiny, it didn’t take any more than a couple of his fingers to lock them in place. He was bigger than her and far stronger as well. She did not stand a chance against the likes of Kylo Ren.

  He lifted her head and brought his mask to her ear. “Why do you insist on being so weak? Why do you not try? Is it because you’re not strong enough?”

  She only cried out in pain. 

  “Submit to me and I will teach you the ways of the force.” He said just above a whisper. “Let me show you what the dark side can do for you and you will never be weak again.”

  “No.” She finally spoke.


  He pushed her face back into the mud, smothering her some more. After ten seconds he pulled her head back up. “Let me be your teacher!”



  Her screams were muffled by the mud. Although her voice could not carry out loud he could still hear her. She was struggling to breathe and if he wasn’t too careful he would kill her. So, lifting himself off the ground he brought her up with him. (y/n) gasped for air and spit up wet dirt. She was relieved she was still alive but frustrated in his antics. He was being very childish.

  “If you refuse me then you shall be considered a traitor!” Kylo locked (y/n) back in her room and he did not return for three days.

   The hut was silent and still. he had left her all alone. She could have made an attempt to escape but she did not have the energy. She had not slept in the time he was gone, because without him there she knew other things could get her, and she wanted to be awake in case he returned and tried to wake her like the last time.

   You don’t get to sleep till I say you can… I will say you can when you show me the force.

   Show me the force.

   Submit to me and I will teach you the ways of the force.

   … let me show you what the dark side can do for you.

   His words were implanted in her like a seed, sprouting over and over. He had left a mark on her. 

 She was not raised to pick a side whether it was good or evil.  She knew Jedi were good and that they were one with the force. However, no matter how many time Luke Skywalker roamed Tiagawa he never came to her like Kylo Ren did. Surely if he had found her first she would have fallen in the right hands. Kylo did not ask her to join his side, he took her. 

Would Luke have taken her against her will like Kylo did? Would Luke have killed her family? Was she meant to be a Jedi?

  If she were meant to be a Jedi then the light side would have taken her before the dark side did.

 Though she did not surrender to the dark, it was the path that claimed her first. Even if she did choose to submit, she would not make it. (y/n) could not use the force because she believed (in denial) that she did not have the force. Kylo claimed to have been moved by her and claimed he could feel it in her but she did not want to believe it! To use the force and to join the dark side would be to betray her home and her families legacy. The Tiagania’s were not forgiving people.

  After three days Kylo Ren had returned. He did not go to (y/n) until a day after he had returned. He was not surprised to have found her where he had left her.

  “Have you reconsidered my offer?” his voice was clear as day and it sent jolts through her bones. It was the only voice she ever heard now.

  When (y/n) did not respond, Kylo nudged her with his boot covered foot. “Answer me, girl.”

  “No.” she whispered frail.

  He said nothing, only dropped to his knees suddenly and gripped her head. She cried out in pain and her back arched from the cold hard ground. He lifted her head once then slammed it against the floor. (y/n)’s brain rattled in her skull and the pain in her head was nothing compared to the pain that came with the force torture. 

Every time she thought it couldn’t get much worse, he found a way to take it up a notch and every time he tortured her mind it always felt different.

Tony & Clay cooking in the kitchen goes wrong

I decided to combine my anonymous request of clony being married and my friend @linkkay idea about Clay offering to help Tony in the kitchen. I hope you guys like it! Don’t forget to send me fic ideas if you have them :)

This was the first time the Padilla’s were hosting Thanksgiving at their place. That is, Tony and Clay Padilla.

They had only been married a year and a half but that didn’t discourage Tony from wanting to host and cook for his loved ones. Clay didn’t mind the company either but when it came to the cooking…he was absolutely terrible to put it bluntly.

Fortunately, Clay and Tony’s parents offered to bring dishes so all of the work wouldn’t fall on Tony. The main thing that needed to be done was the turkey and some deserts. 

As Tony was finishing up with the turkey and placing it in the oven, Clay rounded the corner with a huge grin on his face.

“Hey babe,” Clay wrapped his arms around Tony from behind. “it smells amazing in here.”

“Thanks, mi amor. I hope everything turns out well.”

Clay kissed Tony’s cheek in reassurance. “It will, don’t worry about it. I’ll help you.”

Tony couldn’t help but laugh hysterically.

“What’s so funny?” frown lines appeared on Clay’s forehead.

“Baby, you can’t be serious.” 

“I’m very serious.”

“But…you can’t cook. Hell, you can’t even boil water properly.” Tony cracked.

“Oh fuck you, Tony. All I have to do is follow directions, it can’t be that hard.”

“Alright, if you think it’s so easy, be my guest.” Tony motioned for Clay to get started.

“Well I didn’t mean doing it all by myself. I could assist you.” 

“Haha okay,” Tony reached for a book on the kitchen counter and flipped to page 17. “This cookbook was a gift from my mom. It has the recipe to a ton of deserts in here. I was thinking of making peach cobbler.”

“That sounds good but something with chocolate would be better.”

Tony scoffed. “Okayyy, how about we do brownies afterwards?”

“Heck yeah!” They both laughed. Clay was such a nerd but Tony secretly loved that about him.

“Alright!” Tony clapped his hands together. “Let’s get started. Start reading the ingredients to me.”

The peach cobbler consisted of peaches, lemon juice, cinnamon, sugar, flour, and so much more. The first step was to measure out all of the spices, starting with the flour.

“One cup of flour coming right up!” Clay picked up the jumbo bag of flour and began pouring it into the cup. It overflowed.

“Clay, that’s way too much” Tony chastised. “scrape some off the top and put it back in the bag.”

“Yes, sir.”

Tony side-eyed Clay.

Clay took a butter knife and abrasively took the extra flour off in the direction of Tony and it splattered all over his black sweater.


“It’s okay…I’ll just go and change.” Tony’s voice was calm but there was an underlining edge to his tone.

To make it up to Tony, Clay decided to go ahead and continue with the directions and measure each ingredient and dump it into a giant bowl. By the time Tony got back the kitchen and Clay were in shambles.

“I found this apron in the garage so I thought it’d be a good idea to- Clay! what the fuck are you doing!?”

The kitchen-aid mixer was on high and spinning the concoction of dairy products and seasoning all over the counter tops and floor, making the whole ordeal catastrophic.

“I don’t know how to turn this thing off!” Clay said in a panic. Tony immediately reached for the cord and unplugged it out of the socket. The mixer came to a definite stop.

Clay’s face reddened.

Why didn’t I think to do that, he thought to himself.

Tony slowly walked up to Clay and held his face with both hands. He left a lingering kiss on Clay’s mouth and seductively whispered “Clay, I love you, but if you stay in this kitchen for one more second…I will kill you.

“I-I’m sorry, I should help you clean up-”

“Clay!” Tony said with a little more force and growl. “leave now or I will fuck you against this counter-top so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for days.” 

Clay was speechless, turned on, and a little frightened all in one.

After Clay left the kitchen, Tony licked some of the goo from the mixing bowl off his thumb and hummed in pleasure.

This isn’t half bad, he thought.

“Hey, my mom just texted me, she said they’re on their way.”

“Okay, I’m just finishing up the brownies so it’s perfect timing.”

Clay got a whiff of a weird charred smell. “Tony…what’s that smell?”

Tony’s eye ballooned. “Shit!” He ran to the oven and opened it up to find the turkey black and inedible.

“Fuck me.” Tony whispered.

“What happened?” Clay asked, oblivious to the ruined turkey.

“I burnt the damn turkey! You know, this is all your fault.”

“How is it my fault!? You should’ve been paying attention to the time.”

“I forgot to put the timer on because I got distracted by you.” Tony gave him an accusatory look.

“I still don’t see how it’s my fault but whatever. What are we going to do?” Clay asked.

Tony sighed. “I don’t know.”

An idea came to Clay. “Oh, I know! I can just ask my mom to bring a roast from the store. I mean it’s on her way here, right?”

Tony kissed Clay’s hand. “That’s a good idea.”

The house was full of warm spirit as everyone gathered around the dinner table to take a seat. It was a family tradition for the Padilla’s to go around the table and say a few things they were grateful for. It started with Tony’s parents and made it’s way to Tony, saving the best for last.

“I’m grateful for all of this amazing food God has blessed us with. I’m grateful for all of you being here. I’m grateful to have a roof over my head and a bed to lay my head at night but most importantly I’m grateful for Clay.”

Tony turned to look at Clay with an intense, loving stare. He wanted to make sure Clay knew how much he meant to him.

“You and I have been through so much and I’m so glad we made it out the other side. I can’t imagine my life with anyone else but you. I love you, Clay.”

Clay looked down briefly to hide his blush but everyone in the room could see it.

“You have mi corazon for life.”

Clay squeezed Tony’s hand “Happy Thanksgiving, Tony.”

“Happy Thanksgiving, Clay.”

*mi corazon means “my heart”*


“You’re messin’ with the best!”

Coming at you from the Commonwealth is Robert J Macready, former Mayor of Little Lamplight and merc for hire!

I made him myself with the head of a Chekov pop from Star Trek, and the body of Leon Kennedy from Resident Evil. His coat and hat were sculpted from oven bake clay and painted accordingly.

Up next will probably be my sole survivor to go along with him. :3

Edward Elric Cosplay: Part 1

Base Clothes, Half Coat, and Coat Clasp

I cosplayed as Edward Elric at the AniMinneapolis con in 2016. Here is how I did it.

I wore a base of a black short sleeve shirt and some simple black pants. I forgot about this, but you should put a belt around your stomach like Edward does.
Then it becomes a bit more complicated. I went to my local goodwill and bought a black men’s suit coat that was slightly bigger than what I would normally wear. Make sure that the coat doesn’t have a pocket on the breast. I also found some wide white fabric ribbon. I used Offray brand ribbon that was 1.5 inches wide and it worked wonderfully.

I cut the coat to make a half coat and hemmed the bottom so it won’t fray. I also hemmed the sleeves because I am rather small. I used the large white ribbon and went around the bottom edge, the collar, and over the front buttons and button holes. (cut off buttons before putting ribbon on). Iron the collar so it stands up.

To make the metal clasp that holds the collar of the jacket together, I used oven bake clay, googly eyes, gray/silver spray paint, E600 or super glue, and lingerie fasteners (similar to the ones on bras).

I put on the jacket and measured the gap between each sides of the collar. Roll out a rectangle of clay slightly larger than the gap and bend it slightly so it can reach each side of the collar. Bake according to the clay’s instructions, once it is cooled you can spray paint it. But while it is in the oven you can spray paint the googly eyes because will make them look like rivets. When all the paint is dry, you can assemble the clasp. Use the super glue to glue the googly eyes on the painted and baked clay. Also use the super glue to attach the hooks (male part) into the back of the clasp. Sew the eye (female part) onto each side of the collar on the jacket. Ta da! The clasp is done!

Lovely scene: the benevolence and providence of Demeter even in the common and daily activities of a civilized world! The Gifts that everyone can commonly enjoy! An another thing not to forget is that very similar figurines were found in plenty as votive offerings to Demeter (see particularly the excavations and findings at the Sanctuary of Demeter and Kore on the Acrocorinth)
Scene in a bakery. A cycle of women at work, one is holding small breads, two others are kneading, another is occupied with the oven fire. (Clay group from an unknown Argive workshop, 530-520 BC. Athens, National Archaeological Museum)

Yu-Gi-Oh Diadhank Cosplay Prop ~Walkthrough~ with lots of pictures

Hi guys! As requested, I’ve made a walkthrough of how I made my Diadhank (aka, Season 5/Ancient Egyptian Duel Disk) prop for my Thief King Bakura cosplay. Feel free to reblog, share, and consult!

(Photo cred L->R: Anime USA Official Photog, @neofi-cosplay, @justlikeswitchblades with minor brightening by me)

I made this prop a few months ago, so I only have the progress photos I remembered to take, but hopefully I can fill in the gaps with explanation.

As always, I hope this tutorial helps give you a good idea of where to start, and that you make it your own project rather than copying mine move for move. You can learn a lot that way, and taking liberties is what makes your project unique. Anyway, let’s get started~

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