How To: Make Ink from Flowers

This is by far the most abundant ink I have in my house is that of inks made from flowers. This is the easiest and fastest inks to be made and require the least amount of materials to produce brilliant and soft colors. The inks from flowers can be either stunning and dark, or a lighter and more pale like one would expect from watercolor. Flower inks don’t last as long as inks produced from berries or nuts, and being left in the sunlight will fade their colors faster, but since this ink is so fast and easy to make, it can always be in supply. The shelf life of this ink is about a month if kept in the dark, but this is dependent on the color itself.


  • Glass containers (preferably mason jars or drinking cups)
  • A pestle or other wooden tool (to crush the flowers with)
  • Boiling water
  • Cheese cloth
  • Rubbing Alcohol or 100 Proof Vodka
  • Glass storage container
  • Optional: Gum Arabic

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Ok Witchlings my new pendulum board.

💙what i needed💙

🌝wood burning tool
🌝wooden board
🌝metal ring (or compass)

💜what i did💜

🐞drew out the circle
🐞measured, erased, measured again (the perfectionist in me)
🐞sketched out my idea (with help from a couple online ones i put into one board)
🐞made sure it was exactly what i wanted
🐞turned on the wood burner. (That bad boy is hot, 750 degrees BE VERY CAREFUL)
🐞ever so slowly started burning
🐞took mini breaks so i didnt rush it
🐞once each section was done smiled with what i did.
🐞 continued burning til i had to switch tool heads (had to wait for the tool to cool)
🐞switched to the new head and finished.
🐞i will have to place a clear coat on it, (i didnt on my other board)


This can be done on

🐝wooden board (dont use markers it will bleed on the wood)
🐝plastic canvas
🐝canvas for painting
🐝 whatever your little heart desires.

I hope this helps with some step by step and pictures. Blessings to you and yours


As mentioned in my last article about Shirakawa-Go I’m writing an article about the tools displayed in the attics of these houses :)

I took those photos in 3 different attics and decided to post them together in one article because it makes sense to me to write about the tools I saw and then write about the other things in those attics in another article :)

The biggest tools I saw were made for the maintenance of the roofs of the houses :)
Most tools were actually meant to be used to make building materials for houses and tools for field work or tools for the maintenance, repair or fabrication of woodworking tools :)

One of the major differences between these houses and many other Japanese houses from the same period is that there was even less metal used during their construction :)
Many houses in cities used Metal parts for door pulls or nails or wire to fix the shingles to the roof but in these there is no need to fix shingle to the roof and while some door pulls are made from metal many aren’t. It was fascinating to me :3

The needles look like they were made by giants but it makes sense since the thread/rope used and the size/thickness of the thatch bundles makes it necessary to scale the needles to fit these :)

Most of the wood used in these homes was not finished or dimensioned to the same degree as homes in cities or other places in Japan but the wood in the places where the inhabitants spent most of their time was just as finely finished and dimensioned as in any other place in Japan :)
I think this selection was necessary due to the limited time and severe weather that would have punished the builders and future inhabitants by destroying or damaging the house before it was even finished.
I admire how they still made sure that the timber looked nice and doesn’t splinter :3
I think in some way these are pinnacles of both craftsmanship, logistics and architecture as they were built in the open or with a limited amount of covering from the elements, little resources and in a limited time :)

The tools are just as finely made as the tools found in the cities in Japan :)
I like how they store their tools with the other valuables to keep them away from moisture and ensure a good ventilation to prevent the handles from getting loose, rot, rust and bugs from eating the wooden parts of the tools :)

I wish I could write something like a catalogue that would list the exact tools used in the construction and maintenance of these houses but unfortunately I lack the time and resources to do so :/

This week was quite relaxed and nice :)
I did a lot of work on some woodworking project, made some waffles and went to the Hafengeburtstag in Hamburg :)
Tomorrow I’ll have a job interview :)
Recently I often wish I would have a girlfriend (-_-;)
I’m feeling lonely despite having some great friends who are very caring.

I will write an article about the Hafengeburtstag tomorrow and another one once I finish my current woodworking project :)

I wish everyone a great new week with nice friends and a person who loves you and who you cherish as well as sweet dreams (^-^)/

Hidden Rooms

So I’ve come up with two new story arch ideas and have thoughts on where to lead them next. Both are Jughead x Reader one’s but I don’t know which one you guys will like better. This is the more lighthearted one. Any feedback would be appreciated and I see this story going about 5 parts if it’s read enough. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it.

Jughead x Reader

Word Count: 2,586


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She was a mystery to me. I was trying to figure her out. Y/N Y/L/N had arrived to Riverdale only a few weeks before Jason Blossoms murder, and from what I could tell so far - she made an effort to stay hidden from almost everyone at the school. I didn’t see her at the mandatory “spirit” inclined pep rallies, lunch, or any sports event and she made a very clear attempt to be avoided in the hallways. Something I could relate to in that manner.

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Constantin Brâncuși“Work like a slave, command like a king, create like a god.”

Constantin Brâncuși (February 19, 1876 – March 16, 1957) was a Romanian sculptor, painter and photographer who made his career in France. 

Considered a pioneer of modernism, one of the most influential sculptors of the 20th-century, Brâncuși is called the patriarch of modern sculpture

As a child he displayed an aptitude for carving wooden farm tools. Formal studies took him first to Bucharest, then to Munich, then to the École des Beaux-Arts in Paris from 1905 to 1907. 

His art emphasizes clean geometrical lines that balance forms inherent in his materials with the symbolic allusions of representational art

Brâncuși sought inspiration in non-European cultures as a source of primitive exoticism, but other influences emerge from Romanian folk art traceable through Byzantine and Dionysian traditions.

Brâncuși always dressed in the simple ways the Romanian peasants did. His studio was reminiscent of the houses of the peasants from his native region: there was a big slab of rock as a table and a primitive fireplace, similar to those found in traditional houses in his native Oltenia, while the rest of the furniture was made by him out of wood. Brâncuși would cook his own food, traditional Romanian dishes, with which he would treat his guests.

Brâncuși held a large spectrum of interests, from science to music. He was a good violinist and he would sing old Romanian folk songs, often expressing by them his feelings of homesickness. After the installment of communism, he never considered moving back to his native Romania, but he did visit it eight times.

Brâncuși died on March 16, 1957, aged 81. He was buried in the Cimetière du Montparnasse in Paris. This cemetery also displays statues that Brâncuși carved for deceased artists.

At his death Brâncuși left 1200 photographs and 215 sculptures. He bequeathed part of his collection to the French state, after it was refused by the Romanian Communist government, on condition that his workshop be rebuilt as it was on the day he died. This reconstruction of his studio, adjacent to the Pompidou Centre, is open to the public

Brâncuși’s works are housed in the National Museum of Art of Romania (Bucharest), the Museum of Modern Art (New York) and other museums around the world. The Philadelphia Museum of Art holds the largest collection of Brâncuși sculptures in the United States.

Representative works (as shown in the above photos): The Gate of Kiss, Mademoiselle Pogany, The Table of Silence, The Endless Column;

Turn loose the mermaids(Part 1)

So this fic is inspired by @taulun‘s awesome AU. I hope you like it!

Also, this will totally have a sequel, I’m not letting it up in the air like this. 

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4| Etc

Alya often described Marinette as ‘the most curious mermaid that ever swam in the Seven Seas’. Marinette had her own opinions about it, the main one being the fact that curious wasn’t such a bad thing to be, there were certainly worse qualities. But try telling that to Alya. Or Tikki, for the matter.

But if you would have lived almost 160 years old without seeing a human ever, you would have been wondering about it just as much. And while swimming so close to the surface during daylight wasn’t the most cautious move, the curiosity simply ate her alive. She didn’t want to see a human for the first time when she will have to kill him.

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contemporary full vellum binding blind tooled over wooden boards


When Maria was nine she lay on her bed and felt the hot nub of her clit. It was a new sensation. The pressure felt almost too intense. The friction of her fingers on her vulva created an explosion inside of her tiny body. Something in the back of her mind kept saying this wasn’t right. She could hear the voice of her father reprimanding her. Because something this good, this pleasurable must be wrong.

Her entire ninth year was spent in locked bathrooms and under heavy blankets, fingering herself furiously. Sometimes she felt the sweet wave of relief within seconds. Other times it took her all night to find the perfect combination of rough and soft. She told her parents she needed the extra alone time to study for school. But really she was more interested in studying herself. She held a mirror to her genitals, watching the dance of her fingers as they entered and left her body.

With pleasure so boundless it was inevitable that her father would catch her. Being an over-protective and religious man made him deeply distrustful. He burst in upon Maria on a night of particularly intense self-love making. She had stolen a cucumber from the fridge and it was sticking half-way out of her when he pulled away the blankets. The fury in his eyes was only matched only by the shame in hers.

The next day her father took her to the church and fitted her for the belt. The church carried it in many different sizes. They had one small enough for a toddler. Maria’s father selected the most extreme version – a metal cast of the complete pelvis. Maria was thrown into an empty and stripped of her pants and underwear. The deacon’s wife entered without ceremony. She lifted the slick metal contraption and closed it securely around Maria’s waist. It locked with a deadbolt. The metal was heavy. Maria’s eye welled up with tears. The deacon’s wife padded them away, trying to smile. Maria’s father took the key to the deadbolt and slipped it on a chain around his next.

“You’ll get this back on your wedding night,” he told her emotionlessly.

The chastity belt became Maria’s prison. She was only allowed to take it off while she used the bathroom. Her father would unlock it and wait outside the bathroom door. If she took too long he would enter and ensure she wasn’t doing anything sinful.

Living in the belt was worse than anything Maria could have imagined. Not only did it weigh down her tiny frame, but her genitals were completely shut off. She still felt the desires but was unable to satisfy them. Her private parts itched and stung. Maria could only lie motionless, trying to pretend she was just a torso.

Every two years she was fitted for a new belt, always by the deacon’s wife. The woman had a sad gaze and pitiful smile.

On her seventeenth birthday she stood the church. The deacon’s wife had a new belt for her. It looked like they usually did – a plain metal diaper with a large deadbolt. This one had a few inches added to the sides. Maria lifted her dress for the other woman. The deacon’s wife recoiled a bit at what she saw. Maria’s pelvis had pushed against the metal making it stick out at odd angles. Her hips were uneven and her thighs were chafed almost raw. Even though she was nearly an adult she had no pubic hair. The smell from her genitals was overwhelming. It reeked of rotted flesh.

The woman pushed through her disgust and locked the belt onto Maria. She gave her a weak smile. “Be good, my dear.”

Maria just nodded and left. Her father drove her to school with the new key dangling menacingly around his neck. Maria felt something like cottage cheese ooze out of her but did not say a word.

She had stopped crying about it years ago. The metal between her legs was now an accepted reality. Every morning she’s wake up and ask her father for permission to pee. The momentary released from her cage wasn’t pleasant. Without the steadiness of the metal her vagina ached. Urinating was incredibly painful. She’d finish as quickly as possible and her father would lock her up again. She would slip on her clothing, trying to smooth out the area near her waist. Her clothes bunched around it anyway. She went to school like a normal child but never used the bathroom. In the beginning she had many accidents, resulting in her smelling of urine or shit all day. She had to sit in her own filth until her father came home and allowed her to clean herself.

Her one saving grace was that almost no one at school knew about the belt. No one except Adam.

Adam was Maria’s secret boyfriend. He was her one rebellious act against her father. The entirety of their relationship consisted of making out during lunch hour. This was enough for her to feel something other than sadness. But Adam had recently begun pushing her towards sex. Maria would have loved to spread her legs and feel the bristle of his penis inside her, but the metal wall made that impossible.

He discovered the belt early on. It’s hard to hold someone close without noticing a large metal diaper pressing into your erection. At first he was horrified, then saddened, then turned on. And finally, after nearly a year of nothing but kissing, Adam grew impatient.

He had a plan and a teenage libido. Adam convinced Maria that if she could sneak away and get to his house, he could take off the belt. His father was a contractor and had plenty of tools. The thought of a man other than her father removing the belt made Maria’s heart beat faster.

She knew she had to do it.

Maria snuck out of her house on a Monday night. Her father had gone to sleep hours before. She had never done anything like this, so the rush of disobeying him helped calm her fears. She slipped out of her first-story window. Adam was parked not far away with his lights off. When he saw her he opened the door and the two of them were on their way.

Adam’s garage was large. There was a wooden tool bench, an buzz saw, a variety of hammers and wrenches, and other miscellaneous items. A single lightbulb dangled from the ceiling. It was dark, but the bulb gave off enough light for the teenagers to clearly see the excitement in each other’s faces.

“We can be as loud as want,” Adam said. “My dad is in Chicago on a job and my sister is at her boyfriend’s place.”

Maria nodded. She reached down and felt the infuriating smoothness between her legs. What would it feel like to be free of it?

Maria lay on the wooden bench, her arms crossed like a corpse in a coffin. Adam first took a pair of wire cutters to the deadbolt. He clutched them as hard as he could but the lock didn’t falter. He then tried wailing on it with a hammer. Again, nothing changed. Adam kept hitting the metal with all sorts of objects. The slams rattled her pelvis. Her insides felt like jelly. The longer it took the less confident she was that he could remove it.

But Adam would not take no for an answer. He reached for the buzz saw.

Maria sat up, alarmed at such an extreme weapon. But Adam was smiling. “I’m only going to use it on the lock. It won’t even go near your skin.”

Maria hesitated but nodded. She lay back down and shut her eyes as tight as she could. A hymn floated in and out of her mind. Laying like this, the smell of saw dust in the air, made her feel like the Virgin Mary. This was her manger. This was her awakening. She would be baptized by the hum of the saw. Mother Mary, full of grace…

“Maria? Maria!” Adam was screaming at her. She opened her eyes and the noise finally registered in her ears. She saw Adam on the ground, holding his hand in his lap. Blood covered his clothes. The saw lay near him, still on and buzzing. Maria focused on Adam’s fingers, which were hanging like late-season raspberries from his hand. Two had been completely severed. Blood was blossoming from the wound. He was screaming and crying. Maria turned her face to the saw.

It vibrated like the sex toys she had seen in the movies. Her genitals swelled against the metal.

She got up from the bench. The peace of the Virgin Mother radiated inside of her. Adam had failed. He could not remove the chastity belt. He could never satisfy her. They had been so foolish to believe it a possibility. For the truth, Maria realized, was that only she could do the deed.

She lifted the saw from the ground. It quivered in her hands. Adam kept screaming but Maria had completely tuned him out. Instead she hiked up her skirt. She crouched, the saw held tightly. With calculated slowness she eased the saw up between her legs. She hefted the thing towards the secret place. A smile climbed onto her mouth. The anticipation was orgasmic. She kept lifting until the blade made contact with the metal.

Maria yowled in pleasure. The saw ripped at the belt. It tore the metal apart like she had torn at her own vagina as a child. She kept bringing the instrument up towards her body, immune to the pain of the blade when it found her skin. The saw sliced open her genitals. It created a burning red slit, pulsing like the one it had just destroyed.

Maria threw the saw across the room once it had finished its job. It hit the ground and broke. Adam was struggling to stay conscious. But Maria didn’t care anymore. Her vagina was hers again. She reached eager fingers into the hole the saw had made. She fingered the pulp that was once her clit. Her hand was soaked in cum and blood. She took her entire hand and fisted herself over and over. Her body was bent in half trying to fit as much of her palm as she could inside the laceration. Her pleasure was overwhelming.

She screamed and shuttered as an intense orgasm racked her entire body. Convulsions of pleasure overcame her and she fell to her knees. She pulled her hand out of her slit and gave birth to an orgy of mashed flesh and innards. Maria lifted the viscera in her arms, cradling it as though it were a child.

“I saved myself for you,” Maria whispered to the gore. She bent her head and kissed it, catching bits of skin on her lips. A remnant of her clit stuck to the side of her cheek. She licked it off like jelly.

Adam’s sister found them both the next morning. Adam had died of blood loss after passing out from shock. Maria died from massive internal bleeding. She was lying with her hands pressed together in prayer. Her face was one of complete satisfaction.

anonymous asked:

Nami I read the beast won't go to sleep and I will kick your ass if you make me ship Grindelwald and Newt. You made me ship KagaKise before and MiSawa and even Gramander. Do not. Please?

Ooooh, but didn’t you like that story, Anon? It was something else, wasn’t it? 

GrindelwaldxNewt isn’t such a bad ship? Okay, obviously it won’t be too happy or anything like that, because this is Grindelwald, the darkest wizard alive we are talking about.

But just think about a scenario where Grindelwald gets interested in Newt. Before meeting Newt in NY he had stories about Newt (of course he had had; there was almost no criminal activity going unnoticed by Grindelwald in the wizard world and taking magical animals away from other wizards - even from hands of other criminals - certainly counted as “criminal activity”), but had never bothered with Newt, because Newt hadn’t been messing up Grindelwald’s plans. Yet, NY happened and Grindelwald is less keen of ignoring Newt.

How could Newt realize there was something wrong with “Graves” where no-one else could? So Grindelwald starts to observe him, somehow pleased with Albus for realizing what a truly interesting kind of a wizard Newt is. And if he sometimes makes sure that traffickers and other criminals leave Newt alone… Crucio here and there is a small price for observing Newt. 

And soon, everywhere where Newt goes, there go stories about a powerful wizard protecting him. Criminals clench their fists, but let Newt steal animals, not trying to stop him, not after “you remember what happened to the gang from Sydney? They thought they could catch the Brit. The muggle police were collecting their parts for weeks”. 

Theseus owls Newt, worried - he hears stories from his informants, Aurors from other countries are owling him (Percival is among them too) - but Newt cannot tell him anything. Of course he has noticed that someone helps him and it’s someone powerful enough for underworld in every country to sweat from fear (I’m not stupid, Theseus), but he doesn’t know who that person is. When Theseus brings up that it can be Grindelwald Newt just laughs because it sounds so silly, so unrealistic it couldn’t be happening.

Except… Except there is a trap waiting for Newt near the Grindelwald village (oh sweet irony, Merlin help him) in Alps - Newt got information about illegal breeding of unicorn and decided to check it. When he sneaks into the “abandoned” building what he sees makes him shiver. There is a wooden cage, primitive tools of torture (he recognizes them, all right, from WWI) and corpses. Corpses of wizards lying in a big pool of blood, their faces frozen in permanent expression of pain. 

An arm sneaks around his waist and before Newt can react, someone appearates them away from that place. They land in the room Newt booked earlier in the village - and it makes his heart freeze to think that that person knows where he is staying - and when Newt wants to break away from the hold, the stranger holds him tighter, a quiet “shhhhh” being whispered next to Newt’s ear. The stranger’s other hand lies on Newt’s nape and Newt holds his breath - he knows the magical aura of the other wizard, he knows who he is and he knows that that wizard doesn’t need a wand to kill him. So he stays still, trying to not appear frightened, as if he was in a presence of a dangerous animal.

It isn’t far from the truth, is it?

“I was supposed to clean up before you were going to show up,” Grindelwald murmurs, his voice giving Newt goosebumps. 

“You killed them,” Newt states the obvious because, Merlin, he’s going to see that bloodbath in his nightmares till the rest of his life. “You… I…” Newt doesn’t know what to say. Asking “Have you been protecting me?” sounds stupid.

Grindelwald scowls, a sudden rise of his magic makes Newt’s breath quicken.

“You don’t know what they were planning to do to you.” If that’s possible Grindelwald moves closer, the heat and weight of his body leaning against Newt’s back making him feel sick. “You’re an interesting man, Mr Scamander, and I prefer you to be unharmed. I just made that clear.”

With that he disappears and Newt feels like breathing again.

Newt thinks about owling Theseus and… what? Tell him that a big, bad dark wizard is protecting him and kills other criminals in the process? So Newt stays quiet, his travels getting easier and easier, even if traffickers are getting more creative in finding ways to avoid being found out by Newt. 

And it’s not like his every encounter with Grindelwald ends with people dying. Sometimes Newt can feel the presence of the other wizard close and somehow, a little bit, it makes him feel safer. It’s wrong, so very, very wrong to feel safe in a presence of a madman, but Newt knows - and he can’t explain how, don’t ask him - that Grindelwald isn’t going to hurt him. They meet again, in Paris, and Newt can see through Grindelwald’s disguise, but he doesn’t say anything, merely smiling politely at the man when Madam M. (a trafficker by night, whom creatures Newt has been trying to save for some time now) welcomes him as if he was her old friend. And when later Newt tries to sneak out of the party, Grindelwald slips into his pocket a pendant in shape of phoenix - for good luck - which Newt should throw away. But he doesn’t. And he doesn’t, he doesn’t, feel a pint of satisfaction when 20 minutes later he sneaks back, with a puffskien hidden in the pocket of his trousers, and Grindelwald smiles with pride at him. It should terrify Newt, he should notify Aurors… but he doesn’t. 

Or, we could go the other way. Forget about Grindelwald slowly trying to woo Newt, realizing that his interest in Newt’s actions shifted to Newt himself. Grindelwald breaks from MACUSA and goes after Newt, deciding to study up close a wizard, who fascinated Albus, a wizard who stopped him, Grindelwald, from killing the president of MACUSA. He let Newt travel, but makes sure that Newt knows he is never going to be truly free again, that he is never alone – there are always Grindelwald’s men observing Newt: be it in crowded streets of Pekin or deserted ruins of castles in Ukraine. And in this version Grindelwald insist of getting something for helping Newt. At first these things are talks, Newt’s knowledge, but soon Grindelwald finds himself wanting more than talks, more than merely looking at Newt. And every time Grindelwald seems to touch him more (a hand squeezing Newt’s shoulder, fingers brushing his side), Newt feels more and more trapped, like an animal in a cage, without anyone to ask for help. 

Grindelwald made very clear what was going to happen to anyone, who would want to help Newt, hide him away. Yet, when Grindelwald is feed up with Newt running all around the world and puts a collar on him (it’s heavy, blocking Newt’s magic, with a leash attached to it - a leash Grindelwald likes to hold, likes to use it to make Newt move closer to him), forcing Newt to stay with him, to do what Grindelwald wants, Newt almost wishes he asked his friends for help.

Or, you know Anon, we could go Grindelwald/Graves/Newt route. Graves, who has always been Grindelwald’s supporter, and after pretending to be good and making Newt fall in love with him, presents Newt to his master, asking him to let Graves keep his toy. Or both dark!Graves and Grindelwald making sure that everyone stays away from Newt, helping him save creatures from behind the scenes, making Newt uncomfortable, but very grateful. 

Graves/Newt with side Grindelwald/Newt? Grindelwald, with pained sigh and “why do I even bother with you, you silly Auror?” helping Graves, because if something happened to Graves, Newt would be sad and somehow, for reasons (reasons he hasn’t felt since he was a teenager and in love with a boy with blue, so blue eyes) Grindelwald cannot let that happen. 

……… So I am a bit thirsty for that GrindelwaldxNewt ship (and GrindelwaldxGravesxNewt) and I’ll make people ship it with me. Pretty, pretty please?

Worked Up

Originally posted by mukenope

Words: 1000+

Request: No

Rating: R

A/N: requests are open so please send some of your ideas in!!!

My hand was glued to the number two orange wooden pencil gripped tightly in my hand, the wooden tool with graphite stuffed in the middle of it with a pink eraser held above it gliding smoothly against the line paper set in front of me. A sigh leaves me lips as I write down the rest of my sentence before staring down at my science text book in front of me and reading the next question.

It was nights like this were I would just want to shut the textbooks and binders out in front of me and go into my bathroom, run the tub and lighting some candles and rest my aching sore bones into the warm steamy water and just forget about my grades that I have to keep up to make my family proud, or impress universities that I want to apply too. I just want forget about the constant nagging about my future.

Gently sitting my pencil beside me, I rise my hands in the air and let out a tired moan as I feel my limbs stretch and crack before I lean back and close my eyes. The silence of my room calming me down and somewhat lolling me to sleep before I hear the pine tree right next to my window rap against it.

I peel my eyes open slowly as a sigh rolls through my lips before I bend over and take my pencil back into my hand before re-reading the question again. The noise from the tree doesn’t stop but only comes down harder which is very weird since the sound of rain and hail cannot be heard.

And just as I hear a heavy knock pound against the glass of the window, sounding so heavy that it could shatter it, I’m jolting out of my comfy warm confines and rushing towards the glass. Instead of seeing leaves sticking to the window or the branches from the tree against the window, I see the one and only Calum Hood smiling up at my through the glass before waving his hand at me.

With a roll of my eyes I pull my ivory curtains further apart before pushing up the window frame, the crisp spring wind hitting my naked shoulders before I step back from the window and watch as Calum fits himself into my room.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I question while placing my hand on my pink polar bear pajama shorts and letting out a breathy laugh when I see him nearly fall over when trying to fish his left leg out of the window.

“What the hell am I doing here? Why the hell haven’t you answer any of my text messages?” Calum rushes out while stepping towards me, his bushy eyebrows nearly touching his hair line, only making me let out a sigh before shaking my head.

“I’m sorry, babe. I turned off my phone so I could finish my homework,” I explain while walking over to Calum and placing my thumbs on his concerning eyebrows.

“Why can’t you leave it on, I thought you were at a party or something,” Calum breathes out before placing his hands on top of mine, making me smile before shaking my head. “Me at a party? You really need to lower your standards of me.” I laugh before pulling away from Calum’s touch and making my way towards my bed filled with numerous papers, pens, and high lighters scattered everywhere.

“Also, whenever I have my phone on I can never get off of it, so that’s why I turn it off so it won’t distract me.” I say when tossing myself on my bed and grasping the pencil back up in my hand and picking at the eraser.

“But I was so worried!” Calum exclaims before walking towards me and falling on my binders, only making me let out a groan. “Will you shut up and get off my crap, I need this to get through school.” I rush out while shoving his shoulder, only making Calum grunt before sitting up and crawling towards me, papers crumbling below him as he sets himself next to me.

“You’re worrying about school too much, you need to relax.” Calum states while running his eyes down my tired frame. A sigh rolls through my lips before I toss the wooden pencil at the black binder in front of me and run my fingers through my hair.

“I can’t, I just need to finish two more questions and then we can talk for the rest of the night.” I say while turning and smiling at Calum, only making him huff and jut out his bottom lip before peering up at me.

“No, relax please.” Calum huffs before leaning over and placing soft kisses into my neck, a shiver running down my spine as I feel his plump lips continue to run along my warm skin.

“C-alum, just let me finish,” I whisper while leaning into his intoxicating touch that begins to bring me into serenity.

And it wasn’t like I didn’t want Calum to be here and comfort me when I’m stressed because I actually really needed it but, what I don’t need is him continuously placing his addicting kisses along my shoulders and neck so I can lose my train of thought and forget about my homework.

That’s one of the reason why I liked Calum, he would send me into serenity just by the way he places small pecks on my lips, nose, or shoulder. Or when his large hand would always find its way running up my arm, thigh, or back. Just those simple touches make me relax and I find that a good thing and bad.

Bad because it leads me from not focusing on what I should be doing, for example my homework. This was probably one of the reasons why I fell for Calum, it wasn’t only because of his beautiful smile and quirky personality, but it was the simplest things that would touch my heart, which would be my good reason.

“Come on baby, you’ve been worked up this whole entire week, let me help you relax, you’re so tense.” Calum breathes against my ear and I feel my body lean into him more before I feel his lips find their way pressing delicate kisses along my jawline.

“Cal,” I breath before I feel his lips leave my jawline and connect with my lips, the taste of cigarettes and cherry’s burns on Calum’s tongue as he uses it to swipe into my mouth, his tongue tangling with mine before pulling away and placing chaste kisses down my neck, the sound of papers and pen falling off the bed because of Calum’s movements.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick so you can get back to your work,” Calum chuckles deeply against the nape of my neck which sends a chill down my back. With a nod of my head and a pinch to Calum’s side that basically states my consent, I feel Calum manuever his way down my body.

His lips kissing along my collar bones before I feel his fingers tug on my white tank top, sending it over my head to reveal my bare chest, his tongue running over his bottom lip before reaching down and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth, a moan immediately slipping from my lips as my hands tear away from Calum’s side and tug gently at his curls.

“Baby,” I moan before I feel Calum twirl my nipple in his mouth with his tongue before spitting it out and blowing on it, his other hand pinching my nipple between his fore finger and his thumb. A whine leaving my lips as Calum some how makes his way down my body while now giving twisting and tugging on both of my nipples.

“Sorry babe, I’m gonna have to use my hands for this now.” Calum states while tugging both of his hands off my now fully erect nipples and bringing them to run down my sides before stopping down at my cartoon pajama shorts.

“These are cute,” Calum laughs while staring up at me, I shake my head before gently tugging on Calum’s curls,“Calum get on with it.” I say before I hear him chuckle and his soft finger tips run against my skin as he tugs down my shorts. I feel Calum’s lips come in contact with my core just as he tosses my shorts somewhere across the room, my eyes never tearing away from Calum’s head between my legs.

“Smell so sweet,” Calum before running his tongue along my slit, my breath catching in my throat before I let a sigh of relief slip through. “Taste sweet also, guess I got a two for one deal.” Calum chuckles which only makes me roll my eyes, because of course Calum is going to crack a joke just before he does anything to pleasure me.

“Jesus Christ Calum just get on with it,” I say in exhaustion but all I get is a ‘shh’ in reply before I feel the pad of Calum’s thumb tear my panties away from my core and his warm tongue slip between my folds. My back immediately bucking off the bed as my fingers are gripped tightly in Calum’s hair.

I feel his tongue to wiggle in my heat before thrusting in and out of me, moans falling from my lips as I feel Calum’s hair tickle my thighs before I feel Calum tear one of his hands away from my knee and place it on my pelvic bone, his thumb coming in contact with my clit has a whine slipping through my lips.

“Fuck don’t stop,” I moan out while grasping onto Calum’s locks tightly, my eyes clamping shut as I feel my hips shot of my bed, and the faint sound of paper crumpling and pencils falling of my bed can be heard as I feel the familar pressure in my stomach build up.

“I’m gonna come soon, baby, more,” I whimper when tugging on Calum’s hair, my eyes opening slightly as I see Calum tear his thumb away from my panties and bring them to my core, I watch as his index finger thrusts into my core, making a high pitched moan leave my mouth a float into the air.

And with Calum’s tongue and finger both protruding my entrance while his thumb continues to run slobby figure eight’s on my clit, I feel my climax sitting on the edge as Calum continues to send pleasure throughout my whole entire body. Just by the warm feel of his tongue, the length of just his index finger, and the roughness from the pad of his thumb has my toe curling and another moan fall from my lips as I feel myself get pushed over the edge.

My eyes screw shut and my back is off the bed, the sound of slobby kisses being pressed to my inner thighs before being pressed along my body as my eyes peeling open and has me looking down at Calum as he continues to press kisses down my body.

“You alright now? Relaxed.” Calum says before placing a slobby kiss to my lips, a smug smile tugs on the corner of mine before I nod my head gently. “Thank you.” I say while running my hands down Calum’s arms before resting them at his biceps.

“Hey you were worked up, it’s the least I can do.”

[sorry for any spelling misktakes and shitty ending]



How to make a sword with simple materials. You can see my reference picture, so this tutorial is actually based on that.

1. picture: Materials

  • Thick cardboard
  • Wood glue (carpenter’s)
  • Cutting tools 
  • Cheap wooden picture frame
  • Super glue, glue gun
  • Tools for paper-mache (in my case toilet paper, and glue for wallpapers)

2-3-4. picture: Making the base

Plan your sword’s shape and size on the cardboard and cut it twice. Then brake the wooden frame into four parts, glue them on one side of the cut cardboard. Place them near the top where the sword is thicker Then you can glue the other cardboard part too, making a sandwich with the wooden frame parts in the middle. The bottom part should be thinner since it has to look like a blade.

5-6. picture: Setting the surface

Apply 2-3 layers of wood glue to the whole surface. I usually use my fingers and hands but you can use a suitable brush too if you’re afraid to get sticky and dirty. When it dries you basically finished the blade part, you can start painting, weathering and decorating. In my case I had to create a spine like line. I used paper mache. It doesn’t have to be a smooth texture since bone may look rough, and this is what I wanted. 

7-8-9. picture: Making the teeth

Cut sharp tooth cardboard shapes and glue them to their places (both side of the blade). Apply wood glue to get a nice surface here too. When it dries use paper-mache to make it look more teeth-like. I usually paint my props black after every step, because I can see the details better.

So this is the first part of the tutorial about how I make my swords. I’s quite easy, especially when you don’t have the space to work with wood of other materials. All the materials are safe to use (except the scissors and the knives) so you can basically put together the whole sword in your own room :D (It’s messy though)

Second part with the blade details, the hilt, painting and weathering is HERE

A comprehensive list of Fury types!



  • Used in healing.
  • Communicating over large distances.
  • Communication through water sources, sending messages up rivers or eavesdropping through a person’s drink.
  • Reading emotions.
  • Shape shifting.
  • Keeping a youthful appearance
  • Manipulating water, ice and snow.

Disrupted by fire, heat and lack of moisture.

Isana also learned how to extend her finger nails, making a sharp weapon.

Title: Knight Aqua



  • Used to gain strength
  • Tracking and hunting
  • Manipulate the earth
  • Calm animals, and inspire lust.
  • A manifest earth fury can attack directly and can carry a crafter across ground as if on a raft.
  • Earthcraft is necessary to travel swiftly on fury-crafted roads throughout Alera (however only a basic knowledge is needed.)

Earthcraft is disrupted when contact with the ground is lost.

Title: Knight Terra



  • Used in manipulating plants.
  • Tracking  
  • Camouflage
  • Used by archers to bend massive bows to allow arrows to fly farther and faster, and to increase the accuracy of arrows.
  • Also used to instantly create wooden tools.

Requires nearby wood or plant matter, living or dead, in order to use. Disrupted by surrounding the user with metal.

Title: Knight Flora



  • Used to control firelight to subliminally manipulate passionate feelings such as joy, anger, and fear.
  • Used to create and manipulate flames for either constructive or massively destructive purposes.
  • At high level can be used to create cold by extracting heat from an object.
  • Manifested fire furies may attack directly.
  • The most powerful firecrafters can create white-hot spheres that vaporize anything within them and sear all objects within a large radius.

Disrupted by water and cold.

Title: Knight Ignus



  • Used to fly
  • Control the wind
  • Increase speed and agility.
  • Able to bend air into a lens to see farther or into an echo chamber to allow voice communication without the need for watercrafting, however the effective range is much shorter.
  • Strong crafters may be able to bend the air to make objects or people seem invisible or to create lenses of air to focus light into a damaging beam.
  • It can be used to manipulate the weather, including the creation of lightning.
  • One blind windcrafter was said to be able to “see” by sense the currents of air in the room.

Windcraft is disrupted by earth, particularly in the form of salt.

Title: Knight Aeris



  • Used in sword play heavily as crafters can change the hardness of metal, allowing them to strike with diamond-hard blades.
  • Combat can be totally in the dark as metalcrafters do not need light to sense nearby metal.
  • Shields can also be made more flexible to absorb a greater amount of impact force than normal.
  • Also used in forging weapons and other precise metal objects
  • Metalcrafters also have dramatically increased pain tolerance and physical endurance.
  • Metalcrafters can also block out empathic sensations from watercrafting

Although they gain speed, accuracy and deadly ability in combat, metalcrafters do not become physically stronger, nor does metalcraft give them skills they have not learned, and they still require metal weapons/armor to make the most of their abilities.

Gaius Sextus, First Lord of Alera, and Araris Valerian are the only characters to display the ability to manifest a metal fury - the effect being that Sextus and Araris transformed into metal, in an effect reminiscent of Colossus from the X-Men. The process is only skin deep, as the skin inside the mouth remains flesh. It is quite painful, however the metalcraft necessary to accomplish it also provides protection from pain.

Disrupted by wood.

Title: Knight Ferrous

Hmmmmm should’ve been done months ago, lolol. Not funny tho, I need to get my shit together.

Anyway, I’m not sure how effective this is - there might be much simpler ways to make a wooden mask,
with proper tools. This took me about a month to finish, working 2-3 hours a day, but you know what?

I love the result. It’s one of the best things I made, imo, so I’m proud of it.

And again, if you opt to sculpt it out of wood, BE CAREFUL HOW YOU HANDLE THE BLADE. For those of
you who’ve seen my tumblr updates, you know how many times I almost lost a finger.

Anyway, hope this helped and stay tooned for more tutorials!

check out more tutorials @ neptunyan.deviantart.com

anonymous asked:

Could you write one where Holtzmann accidentally destroys one of your belongings and to make it up to you, she makes a new teched-up version?

A/n: I choose a particularly long one to tide you guys over until I get back, which will be sometime on Monday. So enjoy this for now. ꒰・◡・๑꒱

One of things Jillian truly adored about you was your love for antiques and vintage things. At your apartment you had this semi-large collection of peices you found over the years. Like your record player and a huge vinyl collection of older songs that you’d play for her whenever she came over.

But the thing you loved the most was your typewriter, the brand was Olivetti and it was shiny and white, you even had the portable case you bought it in.

It was one of your most precious items. You had always wanted one when you were younger but there weren’t a lot of places around where you lived that sold them. So one time on a roadtrip you found this beauty in an antique shop and bought it on the spot.

It now sat proudly on your desk in the firehouse, next to your laptop. It may have seemed silly, but you prefered typing out all of your assignments on the typewriter than the computer, it also saved time from printing, and you enjoyed doing it.

All the girls loved to look at it, and you happily let them try it out whenever they wanted, enjoying the looks on their face whenever they played with it.

Your girlfriend knew especially how important it was to you, and made extra care on letting everyone know to be careful around it. (Especially Kevin, she keeps a close eye on him.)

And one day, while you were away with Abby and the rest of the girls to investigate an elder woman’s home for the ghost of her late husband, Holtzmann had stayed behind in her lab, working on upgrading the guns of her proton pack.

She was using a lot of electricity to prode at the main source of power in the backs, using a small wooden tool to poke around.

Just then all the power in the building went out and she was left alone in the dark.

“Well…that wasn’t part of the plan.” She said, jerking off her gloves and tossing them on the table.

It was completely dark, she had to shuffle slowly around her equipment and past the desks.

She lost her focus and ran right into a desk, knocking something over and hearing it fall onto the floor with a loud crash, making her cringe at the sound.

Holtzmann had to run all the way to the generator to turn the power back on.

When she walked back inside, the first thing her eyes landed on was your typerwriter lying on the floor infront of your desk.

“Oh no…” She said, running to it as she repeated that sentence over and over again.

She crouched on the ground, attempting to pick it up but flinching whenever metal peices started falling out the backside of it.

“Oh that is not good.” She said, picking up every peice that she could find.

She gently placed all of it on her table, silently having a mental break down as she stared at it.

Immediately, she reached out to grab her phone quickly dialing Abby’s phone number.


“ABBY!” She yelled, picking up one of the peices and starting to panic.

“What? Why?”

“Uh…I had a little accident and broke her typewriter.”

“Oh no…that’s not good.” Abby said, lowering her a phone a little and looking over at you laughing with Patty. “Holtzy you gotta fix that thing.”

“I know! But I don’t know how long that’ll take!”

“I’ll have to tell the other girls, but I can keep her away.”

Jillian yelled a thank you before tossing her phone off to the side and trying to decode the mess of metal and rods.

Once she managed to calm herself down, repairing the typerwriter became less frantic and actually kinda therapeutic for her. And as an extra apology she started to add upgrades to it in desperate hopes you’d forgive her while still trying to make sure she didn’t loose the vintage look of it for you.

When she was done she placed a cloth over it. Holtzmann sent Abby the signal that the coast was clear, about half an hour later you came in through the doors.

“Abby said you wanted to talk to
me about something?” You asked, folding your arms and smiling at her.

“Yes, and first I’m gonna tell you how much I love you…” She said, taking your hands in her’s.

You closed your eyes and mentally preparing yourself. “Just tell
me what you did. I can take it.”

“So I was working on the proton packs when the power went out so it was really dark and I accidentally ran into your desk and knocked over your typewriter.” Holtzmann saw that you were about to freak out before she quickly continued. “And I didn’t mean to and I’m really sorry.”

You sighed. “It’s okay, you didn’t mean to knock it over.”

“But I fixed it!” She smiled, leading you over to her lab table. “Come on, I want you to see it.”

Holtzmann took of the cloth. “Tada!”

You smiled whenever you saw it all in one peice. It looked the same except for a few embellishments on the side.

“So what all did you do to it?”

And so for the next half an hour she went over every upgrade she had made to it, making several apologizes for breaking it in the first place despite you telling her it was okay.

Elements and Domestic Witchcraft


Household representations:

  • Air conditioners and vents
  • Air popper for popcorn
  • Blenders
  • Ceiling fan
  • Clotheslines or racks
  • Dish drainers
  • Dust mops
  • Exhaust fans on stoves
  • Feather dusters
  • Hair dryers
  • Handheld fans
  • Kites, statues of windmills
  • Mail
  • Pinwheels
  • Vacuums
  • Whisks
  • Whistles
  • Wind Chimes
  • Wind Intruments
  • Wooden Spoons when used as wandss

Areas of the home that represent Air:  Laundry room, porch, deck, balconies, any upper level floors, attics, and east-facing doors or windows

Deities related to Air:

  • Goddesses: Aura, Hepit, Hera, Marici, Nut
  • Gods: Aether, Amun-Ra, Caelus, Horus, Lelantos, Shango, Shu, Ukko
  • Spirits/Mythical Creatures: Archangel Raphael, gryphons, Pegasus, sylphs

Foods associated with with Air: Cake, green grapes, jelly, maple syrup, meringue, pie crusts, popcorn, puff pastries, scrambled eggs, souffle, steamed vegetables, whipped cream, yeast breads, yellow foods

Herbs and plants associated with Air: Allspice, anise seeds, bergamot, caraway, cardamom, chicory, dandelion, dill, hops, lavender, lemongrass, maple, marjoram, mint, oregano, parsley, pine, rosemary, sage, spearmint, star anise 

Drinks associated with Air: Herbal tea, juice, wine


Household Representations:

  • Bamboo screens or blinds
  • Brooms with wooden handles
  • Gardening tools
  • Hardwood floors
  • Houseplants
  • Modeling clay
  • Natural fabrics
  • Paper
  • Soil
  • Spice rack
  • Stone tiles
  • Terra-cotta dishes or pots
  • Toilet paper
  • Wooden blocks
  • Wooden furniture
  • Wood for fireplaces

Areas of the home that represent Earth: North-facing doors or windows, mudrooms, garage, sandboxes, greenhouses, window boxes

Deities related to Earth:

  • Goddesses: Anu, Auxo, Blodeuwudd, Ceres, Demeter, Gaia, Karpo, Pachamama, Persephone
  • Gods: Geb, The Green Man, The Horned God, Hou Tu, Ten-Ten Vilu
  • Spirits/Mythical Creatures: Archangel Uriel, gnomes

Foods associated with Earth: Bread, peanut butter, salt

Herbs and plants associated with Earth: Alfalfa, barley, beets, buckwheat, corn, marjoram, oats, peanuts, potato, rye, tarragon, wheat, yeast

Drinks associated with Earth: Beer


Household representations:

  • Bathtubs
  • Beach balls
  • Clothes washer
  • Coffeepots and teakettles
  • Cups
  • Dishwasher
  • Empty bottles
  • Fishing poles
  • Fish tanks
  • Garden hoses
  • Glasses
  • Gravy boats
  • Lighthouse figures
  • Nets
  • Oars
  • Pet bowls
  • Pitchers
  • Pools
  • Rain barrels
  • Rain boots or raincoats
  • Rubber ducks
  • Sauce pans
  • Scrub brushes and sponges
  • Seashells
  • Showers
  • Sinks
  • Umbrellas
  • Watering cans

Areas of the home the represent Water: West-facing doors or windows, bathrooms, kitchen, laundry room

Deities related to Water:

  • Goddesses: Aphrodite, Doris, Eurynome, Mazu, Ochun, Saule, Vedenomo, Venus, Yemaya
  • Gods: Aqwe, Lir, Neptune, Oceanus, Poseidon, Thaloc
  • Spirits/Mythical Creatures: Archangel Gabriel, Crinaeae, hippocampi, kelpie, mermaids, naiads, Nix, Pegaeae, undine

Foods associated with Water: Anchovies, butter, cheese, chocolate, eggs, fish, honey, milk, sea salt, sushi

Herbs and plants associated with Water: Aloe vera, apple, apricot, artichokes, avocado, banana, blackberry, blueberry, broccoli, Brussels sprouts, cabbage, chamomile, lemon, lemongrass, melons, nori, poppy seeds, soy, sugar, tamarind, thyme

Drinks associated with Water: Ale, fruit juice, mead, tea, wine


Household representations:

  • Candles
  • Clothes dryer
  • Electric outlets
  • Fireplaces
  • Grills
  • Hair dryers
  • Heaters
  • Heating vents
  • Hot plates
  • Iron and ironing board
  • Lamps
  • Lava lamp
  • Lighters
  • Matches
  • Microwave
  • Ovens
  • Overhead lighting
  • Pilot light
  • Stoves

Areas of the home associated with Fire: Rooms containing fireplaces, the kitchen, south-facing windows

Deities related to Fire:

  • Goddesses: Brighid, Chantico, Gabija, Hestia, Oya, Pele, Vesta
  • Gods: Agni, Belenus, Hephaestus, Prometheus, Sutr, Vulcan
  • Spirits/Mythical Creatures: Archangel Michael, dragons, phoenix, salamanders

Foods associated with Fire: Artichoke, arugula, asparagus, olives, olive oil, onion, orange

Herbs and plants associated with Fire: Basil, bay leaf, black pepper, cayenne, chili pepper, chives, cilantro, cinnamon, clove, coriander, cumin, dill, fennel seed, flax, garlic, ginger, mustard seed, nutmeg, peppermint, sesame

Drinks associated with Fire: Coffee

Mrs. B’s Guide to Household WItchery: Everyday Magic, Spells, and Recipes by Kris Bradley

The Sculptor and the Princess

In which Marinette ends up having to fight a villain named the Sculptor while out of costume and nearly has her identity found out.

(AO3) (FF.net)

Adrien tried for what had to be the millionth times to edge out of his and Nino’s hiding spot, his mind blanking on even the flimsiest, lamest excuse as he listened to the sounds of the battle raging a street over. There were fewer screams now; whether that meant that the civilians had cleared out or had all been turned into statues, he wasn’t sure. But Ladybug had been fighting for a good hour now, and she had used her Lucky Charm exactly seven minutes and twenty-three seconds ago. The battle should have been over by now.

“Dude, what are you doing?” Nino hissed, yanking Adrien back into hiding behind the counter of a flower stall. “If it’s the block party across the street, can’t it wait until after the akuma is taken care of? There’s a time and place for eating!”

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anonymous asked:

How do you make your dishes? I want to make hides and such, but apparently Polymer clay is toxic to leopard geckos/corn snakes!

Thanks for the questions, anons! I think I need to start making a FAQ page, too.

I make my dishes and hides of high-fire ceramic! I really would like to make a video but I am a bit shy. Maybe I’ll overcome this over the summer. I do have some in-progress shots, however.

Polymer clay is a kind of plastic that is porous and indeed isn’t safe to make things out of for pets (or for human food grade applications). However, there are ways you can make your own hides and customized dishes at home that are safe for reptiles, fish, and the like, and are pretty snazzy.  I’ll try to get some DIY posts up shortly. My summer schedule is slightly less hectic than the rest of the year.

For people who want to get into ceramics and pottery, the best thing to do is to take a class, such as at a community college, art center, university, or so on. It’s extremely expensive to try to start out at home because of the equipment costs and steep learning curve, and much easier to go through a school or art center. However, keep in mind not everyone at these studios will know how to make reptile, aquarium, or otherwise-pet safe dishes. In addition, many studios do not make their own glazes and may not know the recipes of commercial glazes or underglazes, or other details. They can be extremely competent and knowledgeable about ceramics, it’s just that the things that matter to a fish or amphibian or reptile aren’t exactly the same things that matter to a human.
I’m generally extra paranoid about this stuff, but I know everyone here is passionate about their pet’s safety and it never hurts to be extra careful.

I personally use a variety of clays and glazes, and we mix our own! I use a variety of different porcelains and a variety of stonewares. One of my favorite stonewares is one that fires to black in reduction – but sometimes it bloats because it’s formulated for oxidation and has so much iron in it that it kind of boils if the firing gets just slightly too hot. The clay boils.

The humid hide I made Intense is thrown from sculptural stoneware… which was never meant to be thrown. Haha. It has a lot of grog, which is like “clay rebar”. It’s fired, ground up clay added to the wet clay. This particular clay body is designed for large sculptural work and handmade tile, which is why I chose it, because I want to tile Intense’s enclosure in it. Since I want his entire enclosure to match, I threw the hide with it as well. Tile has a tendency to warp while drying and firing, and the higher percentage of larger grog helps prevent that. However, spinning on the wheel at high speeds turned it into a belt sander for my hands. Haha.

Previously I spoke about the glazes I use in this ask; I just finished up doing another glaze chemistry and calculation course. We’ve come up with quite a few new glazes and other fantastic things which is why I’ve been experimenting with new color combos in my dishes! 

My process for making things varies depending on what I’m making and whether I’m hand-building or wheel-throwing. I do a lot of both. The geode dishes and mushroom dishes I make are hand-built primarily from porcelain.

First I sculpt them, primarily by hand, and using some wooden and rubber tools, and some… rocks. Literal rocks. I also have a lot of stamps I’ve made myself. I’ve made these stamps out of ceramic. Tedious.

Mushrooms being sculpted, and some tools; my water cup (ceramic of course), an exacto knife, a soft brush, a rubber sculpting tool, a plaster cone, a… rock.

Mushroom dishes waiting on the cart to be fired! Aren’t they cute! This is the greenware stage and these mushrooms are leather hard.

After they come out of the first firing they are biscuit or bisque, depending on what pottery dialect your community uses.  They’re now porous and low-fired and ready to be glazed. More ultra-tedious. Then I stain the outside using studio stains, then wipe that all off. Here are the pieces at that point!

This shows both the black stain and the iron stain. 

Next another tedious step, I have to wax the entire outside, being careful not to get any wax anywhere it isn’t supposed to go. Then I apply glaze to the inside! Then they’re finally ready to go on the glaze cart for the final high firing.

Then I wait impatiently to see if they came out okay. I don’t have too high of a failure rate, these days. Haha. Not for the dishes at least. I tend to play fast and loose with my other pieces and a lot end up in the trash….

Long post is long, get me talking about ceramics and I can go on forever. Haha.