#because I am attached to my material things

[i-miss-breathing]

Fuck all the “tricking the genie into giving me more wishes” I know what I want

1. Full untraceable access into the top 10% of rich peoples bank accounts

2. A pocket dimension I can spawn anywhere as anything (Mary Poppin’s style purse, little house, mansion, etc.)

3. On-command foolproof Time Manipulation.

Boom done

[screamingcrows]

Everything for Zandicktober is queued and ready to go I'm never doing that again and as a treat for myself I think I shall write some harrowing angst now (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[devilsskettle]

i think i'm finally gonna read house of leaves wish me luck

[irregularbillcipher]

watched the musical demon show (don't wanna name it so this post isn't in the tags) at the behest of an IRL friend and i can already tell this is going to be a piece of media where i absolutely cannot stop thinking about it, not because i really love the show as-is, but because it has so many individual components i really like and find incredibly fun or compelling, and i'm so frustrated that it doesn't come together for me

i think the main thing i can say about it as a show, setting aside some of the insensitive choices that were made that i really don't feel qualified to tackle or talk about, is that the entire thing sort of gives off this vibe of someone really excited to show you every single oc they made in high school and college and i very genuinely mean that in both the best and worst ways possible

there are some good hooks for season two though so i will absolutely give them that

[whatudottu]

Something that I have been secretly obsessing over for forever is the idea of a Ben 10 (or general Omnitrix wielder) that goes full superhero and goes and designs secret identities for EVERY transformation, seeing as how though perhaps the wielder themself is from a human perspective disguised behind the face of an alien, well- fairly certain that transformations have their own degree of recognisability themselves-

Find out more in the cut below-

I mean, from the perspective of a human Omnitrix wielder like Ben or many other characters from canon to original may focus on the visual aspect of recognition, so maybe species with more than one recognisable feature or a completely different set of recognition (vulpimancers may recognise scent and perhaps sound, pyronites may recognise - among sight - heat signature or temperature) are kinda looked over without actually putting their all into studying ‘what makes me recognisable’, but like- in all honesty this is just me rambling about what human masks would fit the Omnitrix translation to certain alien transformations without proving detrimental to any of their abilities.

What kind of mask would a lepidopterran wear, one that conserves confidentiality without detracting from mouth-based protectiles, what about piscciss volann with their biting? What about a mask with a beaded mouth covering, perhaps one with antennae (or lures) of it’s own? What kind of mask that a human can wear be safely used on a pyronite? Give em a flame retardant gas mask, one maybe with an open back just to maintain the flame headed aesthetic.

Can you even mask every transformation? Beyond the Omnitrix sample of arburian pelarota being the very few examples of the newly practically if not extinct species, can you mask a face that rests on the main body? Is recognition of Arburia dictacted in fact by the face of a pelarota or is it determined by shell and (apparently they have hair) fur patterns?

Well, perhaps in that case a superhero outfit is best for the situation!

What superhero mask doesn’t come it with it’s own superhero costume? Well perhaps you could outfit your arburian pelarota transformation with a cloth ‘mask’ that physically acts as the shirt, they do after all have ‘eyeless vision’, all in due part according to their sensory fur (how do you think they see when rolling rolling?). Why not pair our pyronite mask with a firefighter coat, make them seem like a heroic rescuer rather than a TF2 Pyro main, the chunkier and more Fire Force it looks the better. And what about another member or a near extinct species petrosapiens sporting layers of sound absorbing clothing, worn with perhaps a full head mask that also helps insulate from sound as a defense whilst keeping up an optimal level of anonymity.

Masks with bells, give them to aliens that recognise with sound. Masks with real flowers, give them to aliens that recognise with scent. Put a mask in the fridge or let it sit in the sun, give it to an alien that recognises temperature.

What degree does body shape affect alien recognition, how different do you want to make the body look, how does your superhero outfit work to perhaps benefit your transformation.

How do you mask an opticoid? Give them a lacy mask/shirt, they don’t give a shit about chest nudity! How do you costume a gourmand? Give them a jacket they can zip right open, maybe just straight up sleeves with extra material that MIMICS a jacket! How about a loboan? Give them a long-nosed eye mask, it doesn’t need to cover the mouth so long as it covers the top of the snout!

Ough I love masks so much-

[rucksackmentality]

List of the truths shared in Nana Morri's Honesty trial (C3E79):

Imogen: I am genuinely scared to meet my mom again.

Laudna: Deep down inside, both Delilah and I want the shard...Fearne should have it, but I don't know anymore what's my opinion or desires or feelings, or hers.

Imogen: I love Laudna deeply but I'm disgusted at the thought of Delilah looking at us all the time.

Orym: I'm super lonely all the time, especially at night. It doesn’t matter if I'm bunking with one of you guys.

FCG: Sometimes I pity some of you because you have beating hearts and opportunities and you don’t do enough with them...Chetney, you have so much love to give and it doesn't seem like you're interested in anything other than wood! There's people out there who you could love and experiences you could share with someone else, but all you care about is wood!

Orym: I've always kind of laughed it off but I guess I do kind of wonder if Chetney is my dad.

Ashton: I am the reason that the Jiana Hexum robbery went fucking wrong, and the reason why I got thrown out of a fucking window.

Fearne: I feel like we’re very ill-equipped for this job and we're going to fail at saving the world. (Laudna: Honestly that's probably true, I'm right there with you.)

Chetney: While wood may be the superior material to metal, I do fear that, with the dwindling interest in it, that children will find my toys - and thereby myself - obsolete every year I grow older.

FCG: I think it's something buried deep down in my circuitry, but every time I hurt or kill something - it feels really good. It makes me sort of relax a little bit and some of my stress goes away.

Imogen: I know we're supposed to save the gods, but I've tried talking to them my whole life and none of them would ever respond. I think I'm tainted. I dont know if I want to save gods that don't love me.

Laudna: You know we could rip-cord out of [saving the world] at any moment...right? And sometimes I fantasize about it all the time.

Fearne: I sometimes do stuff to you guys while you're sleeping - not weird stuff, I just like to look at you closely...and maybe like, twiddle your hair or braid it. Nothing bad!

Ashton: Whenever it starts to get quiet, I start worrying that one of us - most of us - are going to end up killing another one of us accidentally...I have panicked thinking about when one you kills another one of us.

Orym: I have all the faith in the world in you guys...and I have also spent time thinking of how to neutralize each of you.

FCG: I kinda worry that I put all my eggs in the Changebringer basket and she might betray us all. I had a really weird conversation with her and I think she's just out for herself and she might not really care about me - but what if she does? And I'm saying horrible things?

Imogen: Fearne, I was really disappointed in you for running away from your power. You should take the shard!

Orym: I really miss Dorian, and sometimes I think that's okay, and sometimes I think it isn't.

Ashton: I feel fucking worse that I just fucked up Fearne's life way more than mine and I should've died instead of that happening.

Chetney: I grew up in the Bramblewood outside of Westruun, and when I was a kid, I came back from learning how to make toys and found that my whole family had left. All they left behind were toys. They ran when Errevon the Rimelord was running across the plains, and so I'm kind of afraid of dragons. And I had five siblings - Alabaster, Pepper, Sugarplum, Hermey, and Chad - and I was so mad that they left I never looked for any of them, and now I'm pretty sure they're dead. So I think any family I have is just gonna look for a reason to leave me. That's why I don't get attached to anybody.

[warpedpuppeteer]

It would be great if they talk about how Buck thought his relationship woes would be "fixed" because he finally figured himself out as bi and that was the answer he was always looking for but that was only just one part of the journey.

Buck's problem with relationships is that he's always taking cues from his partners and course correcting by making unhinged proposals (like moving in) whenever he gets something wrong or thinks he can "prove" his love (or prove he can fall in love with them in the future).

He's never fully himself in any of his relationships. He's always playing the part of what his partners need (service top buck truthers this one's for you). Being an emotional pillar for Abby or a protector for Ali for example.

Even in his first relationship with a man, instead of exploring and having fun, Buck was operating in the assumption that he needed to be a long-time partner material and that it's just like any other relationships he's been in. Hence, the invite to move in with him.

And to be fair to Buck, gender really doesn't matter to him because it's like...okay it's a little bit different but it's still the same in that it's a relationship and it's someone he's interested in. So really, for him, his sexuality isn't where his issues lie.

In all his previous relationships, it's been more about him changing than being himself. He stepped in with Abby, he compromised with Taylor, he was philosophical/spiritual with Natalia, he was discovering a new aspect of his identity with Tommy etc.

And Buck is fantastic in that he's always willing to learn things about himself. He was always capable of being all of this for someone but he just needed time and experience to bring these sides out of him.

Now this would be great except...all his previous partners reacted adversely to these changes. He got too emotionally attached to Abby when she really only wanted the part of Buck that was fun and flirty. Ali liked Buck being strong & protective until she realized that he would risk his own life in being a protector even for strangers.

Taylor liked that Buck was thrilling and exciting until she realized that he had morals he won't compromise on. Natalia was so very interested in Buck's experience with death until Buck was more focused on living. Tommy liked that Buck was newly bi and curious but stepped back once he realized that Buck was taking this very seriously.

Instead of embracing all the changes Buck was going through, his partners almost wanted the Buck they fell for originally. Kind of like...they fell in love with the IDEA of Buck rather than Buck himself.

So Buck actually needs someone who knows him as Buck in his entirety. Someone who likes Buck as he is but also likes him even as he changes and grows. Someone who Buck shows his true self to instead of adapting to his partner's needs.

Take me as I am, flaws and all. Take me as I am, and as I will be.

Not only does he need to realize that he doesn't have to shove his own needs/wants into the background but also that he needs a partner who will not expect anything more from him than he can give. When he does realize this, that's when Buck is truly free of the hamster wheel.

Of course, i can go on about who exactly is the perfect partner for Buck but instead, here are a few quotes that's very important in showing who it is :)

"you're the guy who likes to fix things"

"just do what you always do, talk to him"

"you think you're expendable but you're wrong"

"now am i allowed to ask how you are?"

"once he knows that you're an idiot, he'd love you, like we all do!"

"there's nobody in this world i trust with my son more than you"

"i forgive you...just don't do it again"

And the most damning of them all:

"you don't have to be anything for anybody"

[pansyfemme]

I’ve got a question about packing- so I know some packers can be used as dildos as well (at least that’s what my high school trans friends said) so my question is- can *every* dildo be used as a packer? Or is it like- some packers are dildos but not all dildos are packers. I’m messing around with my gender identity and just trying to have fun with it. I’d like to wear my 9 inch sparkly pink n blue dildo out but im not sure if there’s a difference in the way packers lay in the underwear vs dildos. Sorry if this is convoluted ahsjfjsk I always talk too much

hey yeah this is a good question. this gets somewhat detailed and has a lot involving sex and masturbation for ftms so putting the rest under the cut.

so packing as an actuon is generally divided into two catagories, soft and hard packing.

usually when people talk about packing they mean soft packing. If packing in general is the action of inserting an object into your pants to create the illusion of a penis- soft packing would be creating the illustion of a soft or flaccid penis. this is for everyday use. this type is usually unoticable and can aid with passing or just be affirming for a person. This can be a sexual act but it’s most often a nonsexual act. When you look for packers, they’re usually made for soft packing. So they will be of a soft material and usually smaller. You can’t really penetrate with them because they are 1) much softer than a dildo and b) usually don’t have a lot of usable length. They’re not designed to have penetrative sex with. It’s also why people use socks or another soft object. You are simulating a flaccid penis.

The other type is hard packing. You are simulating an erect penis. So generally, you would use a dildo for this. However. because you are purposely putting an object that resembles an erect penis into your pants, it will look like you have an erect penis in your pants. There aren’t a lot of packers sold for this specific purpose, so you would usually just use a dildo. This is pretty much exclusivly for sexual use. Not always ‘i am going to have sex’ but if you are going to go somewhere purposely looking like you have a very noticable and very large erection, that more often than not will be for some sort of sexual purpose, whether it be exhibitionism/humilation, crusing or signaling to others you want to have sex or whatever else you may want to with it. I’m sure there are exceptions. but that’s the basic idea.

essentially if the object resembles a flaccid penis in softness, shape and size, that’s soft packing. if the object resembles an erect penis in softness, shape and size, thats hard packing.

What your friends were describing could be a few things. the first is often refered to as a 2-in-1 or 3-in-1 (or however many features it has) prosthetic. These are pretty special in a few ways. They are 1) usually on a spectrum from pretty realistic to ‘holy shit that’s not an actual penis attached to your body??’ 2) extremely expensive 3) handmade and often made to order 4) a very niche market and often seen as less of a sex toy or gender affirmation object and more of a.. bottom surgery replacement. they are very cool and very intense. There’s differences between different brands but generally it is one object that performs a variety of different functions based on how you wear it and different inserts. For example, someone may buy a prosthetic that claims to be capable of four whole things! Packing, Peeing, Sex and Masturbation. Packing: You put it in your pants. Depending on things you may use a harness or an adhesive to attach the prosthetic to your skin (which can look pretty seamless and last for days at a time which is pretty awesome) Peeing: You may use a stp (stand-to-pee) harness for this part but a prosthetic with stp capabilities is indeed hollow and acts as a funnel so you can indeed pee standing up. Sex/Masturbation: These often come with stiff inserts you put inside of the hollow stp cavity. These make the penis erect and sometimes have a stimulation area at the back of them so the part that presses agaist your genetalia can be stimulated during motions of thrusting/jerking. Some can even ejaculate! it’s pretty neat. But those are generally the things people talk about when talking about packers you can use as dildos. There are many variations of prosthetics that can and cannot do different things, I only really described one function. There are also bendable dildos and dual density dildos- but listen to me. silicone is great, but it can only do so many things. Things it cannot do is shrink in volume or change firmness. So while you could pack with a bendable dual density dildo, it will look more like you have a bent erection or at best a semi than it will a flaccid penis. If that’s what you’re going for, that’s great. But prothetics tend to go the route of a removable stiff insert for a reason.

I hope this made some sense. tldr. good luck and do whatever you want forever! however. packing with a 9 inch hard dildo is going to look like you have a 9 inch hard penis. do with that what you will.

[thewertsearch]

We should hurry this along. My visitor is beginning to set things on fire. […] TT: Who? Some guy. I was joking anyway. I am not in a hurry at all.

You said you should hurry, which is different from saying that you're in a hurry.

If the Alpha Timeline decrees that this conversation will be rushed, then it's still accurate to say it 'should' be hurried, even if Scratch isn't personally pushed for time.

TT: I thought you didn't lie. TT: Aren't jokes essentially humorous lies? Jokes are only temporary lies. If the falsehood is never exposed, there is no punchline. If the punchline is never delivered, the lie is sealed forever, regardless of initial humorous intent.

And this is just bullshit.

First of all, admitting that you lied doesn't retroactively negate the lie. That's not how any of this works. Scratch is just unilaterally deciding that falsehoods only 'count' when they're permanent, a rule he pulled completely out of his foamy ass.

Even if we accept his premise - which I don't - he could still wait arbitrarily long before revealing his falsehood, so that Rose doesn't realize she's been played until it's too late. This definition doesn't meaningfully restrict him from lying, and I think it's purely designed to confuse Rose.

[…] Lies are not funny. TT: I think if you're going to risk tarnishing your record of honesty, you should probably get better material. My joke was objectively funny. Who would know better than I?

And these? These are opinions, which don't have objective truth values. There are so many strings attached to Scratch’s ‘I don't lie’ shtick, I could knit him a better outfit.

Not that it matters, because Rose is in too deep. She's not going to back out now, no matter how suspicious this guy is.

TT: So you're saying an inaccurate statement doesn't count as a lie, as long as you say "just kidding" later? Basically. TT: What if it's much later? Is it still "just a joke?" No, that would be something closer to a prank.

I appreciate that Rose is trying, but her language is still too imprecise. Scratch is immortal, and it's impossible to know what ‘much later’ means to him. For god's sake, he's having this conversation in a single extended second! Give us some hard numbers, fucker!

TT: Are you allowed to lie about playing pranks? If I asked you if you were playing a prank on me, would you tell the truth? I am allowed to do whatever I want. I choose never to lie. I also choose to tell jokes now and then, and to play pranks quite sparingly.

See, the trap Rose is falling into is that she’s buying into the premise of the game. She's delving deep into the intricacies of Scratch's rules, and in the process, has completely forgotten to be skeptical of the guy who's explaining them.

Scratch tailors his manipulation style to whoever he's talking to - and if anyone's susceptible to a nerd-snipe, it's the Seer of Light.

But I can say that I have never played a prank on you, and no statement I have made to you thus far, or will make in this conversation, will contain any trace of falsehood for the sake of setting up a joke or a prank, with the exception of the joke I just made, and another one I will make very soon.

Like – let’s take this statement as an example. We could review the entire conversation with it in mind, and try to puzzle out where the setup for Scratch’s second ‘joke’ is, if it exists at all. Rose is probably doing exactly that – and in the process, has completely forgotten that he just said that he’s fully capable of lying.

He’s literally telling her to her face that he’s deceiving her, but she's too caught up in his games to pay attention. This is what it means to play with your cards face up, and it’s as impressive as it is terrifying.

TT: I'm starting to change my mind. Oh? TT: Yes. I think your joke was funny in retrospect. Actually, your whole shtick is pretty good. I'm warming up to it.

It’s great! He’s a good villain! He’s a puppet who’s got everyone else tied up in strings!

[vinceaddams]

Hello! I was wondering if you would kindly explain the merits of different thread materials for hand sewing (or point me to a good resource about the subject)?

A lot of the historical costumers on YouTube say they greatly prefer silk or linen, but don't explain why. The employee at Fabricland suggested polyester over cotton for hand sewing some cotton hankies, and had no answer for when cotton thread would ever even be used. You mentioned in a post somewhere that you use poly for machine sewing colours, but prefer cotton for whites (or maybe the other way around, I might be misremembering?). Please help, the lack of "why" is driving me nuts and google is Not helping!

Hello! The main reason I dislike polyester for hand sewing is that it's just so damn twisty and tangly. It's what I use at work for sewing buttons back onto the sleeves of jackets when I change the length, and I have to be careful not to let it get all snarled up. The polyester thread is made with the intent of being used in sewing machines, so it makes sense that they wouldn't take into account how the amount of twist and the way it un-twists when you pull it through material affects hand sewing.

Another thing is that wax doesn't really meld into it, it just kinda sits on the surface. Usually (but not always) you wax your thread before hand sewing with it, as it makes it stronger and helps stick the fibres together so they don't wear out as fast, and it makes it easier to work with. On silk and linen it sticks nicely, but on polyester it just kinda lays on the surface all crumbly like.

Linen is great for hand sewing because it's usually very strong, but waxing is essential because otherwise a lot of fibres will strip off of it just from the process of being drawn through the fabric a bunch of times. And modern linen thread is too uneven to work in machines, so I only have it for hand sewing.

Silk thread is also great for hand sewing because it's really smooth and soft and runs nicely, and waxing it makes it stronger, and I usually double it if it's the fine stuff. Silk thread can be used for machine sewing too, but I would only suggest it for very lightweight delicate things, because I've tried it on a shirt or two and it just doesn't hold up well to long term wear & washing. (The little bit of hand finishing I do with silk thread on the insides of the collar & wristbands on my everyday shirts is fine because it's not in one of the areas that wears out first, and as previously mentioned it's doubled and waxed, and therefore stronger than a plain unwaxed machine sewn silk thread seam.)

It sounds like you're thinking of this post? Yes, you are misremembering it slightly, I was only talking about thread for shirts there! The reason I usually use polyester for the machine seams on my coloured shirts is simply that it comes in a lot of colours and is therefore easier to match.

(I also use polyester for machine sewing things like pants, because I know it's stronger and will hold up to a lot more wear. Actually, I've also had to switch to heavy duty polyester for sewing the buttons on my pants, because the linen just keeps wearing through and they keep popping off. This problem is probably because I don't actually have heavy linen thread, and am instead using fine linen yarn, which is not meant for sewing. But anyways, it's still plenty strong in seams, just not for attaching buttons. I do have actual linen thread in finer weights.)

The cotton thread I mentioned liking for white shirts is Aurifil 50 weight, which I recently found at a quilt shop and it's soooooo nice! Quite fine and soft, so I still wouldn't want to use it on heavier fabrics, but it's absolutely ideal for lightweight linens or cottons.

Ideally it would be amazing to have it in more colours and use it on more shirts. The reason I only have it in white is because it's a 1300 metre spool that cost like 20 bucks, and if I recall correctly the quilt shop only had a very few colours anyways. I do at least want to go back and get another spool in black...

(There's also the matter of it matching the shade of white fabric better, as all my white polyester thread is either optic white or ivory.)

Regular cotton thread is fine I guess, but I find it to be awfully stiff. It works for shirts, I just don't much like it, and I haven't really tried hand sewing with it.

[sodacowboy]

no wait bc imagine lazul’s ears

and what if I spent my day workshopping how to make little dolls of my ocs what then

[princessbrunette]

stepbro john b with a nympho reader? :PP

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you’re openly ravenous, and it kills him. any other guy would be thrilled to have a girl as hot as you flaunting herself round in a bikini all day, throwing yourself at him. but john b had a good heart, although lead astray the brunette was often set on doing the right thing. what he thought would be the responsible thing to do, and despite jj’s constant goading — that didn’t entail boning his little step-sister.

“you ain’t never watched step porn? the fuck do you even search on pornhub, bro — holding hands? love making?” the blonde scoffs as he leans his elbows against the rickety wooden barrier, casting his fishing line over it.

“i don’t really watch— ugh, whatever. i can’t do that. it’s tempting, oh trust me — i am incredibly tempted, but… i was left in charge of her, okay? i—i can’t just take advantage of her like that. she’s probably just all messed up because both our parents left us for dead.” john b sighs, shaking his head out at the open still water. jj squints at him for a moment like he’s dumb before checking his own rod.

“take advantage of her? dude she’s practically offerin’ it up n’dangling it infront of your face. you know what i say? you just take the risk, show her how a real man does it, tell her enough with the slutty little girl games. s’what i’d do anyway.” he shrugs hypothetically.

“really jj? thats what you’d do?” john b blinks, deadpanned as he glances at his best friend, barely entertaining his rambling.

“sure would. look if you’re not gonna swoop on that shit i hope you don’t mind me tryin’ that door. she’s hot, man.”

the idea of jj trying you out didn’t sit well with john b. the way you acted sometimes was like you were famished, starved for dick, like it was your life line and your step brother was the only one who could save you. jj oddly had a way with ladies, he was brutish and pogueish and the girls knew he fucked rough and dirty. john b can’t see you resisting that, especially as you know it’ll get to him.

that’s why he walks straight into your bedroom with all the confidence in the world, and loses it the second you turn and look him in the eye.

“okay.” is all he says and you furrow your brows, already slinking towards him like there were magnets attached to the two of you.

“okay what, john b?” you tilt your head. everything you did, every little move and micro expression you made seemed to be a seduction tactic. a spell that couldn’t be broken because he was just a simple minded guy that thought with his dick at the end of the day.

“uh…” he lifts a hand up to scratch the back of his head and you take the opportunity to eye him, delighted to see that he was already half hard from the thoughts running through his mind. “yeah this was… not my finest idea aaaand, i didn’t really think this through—” he starts to talk, and momentarily distracted you take his tanned hand, pulling it to cup your cunt. “uh— so… that’s your pussy.” he deadpans obviously, lost for words.

you grin and nod, eyes fluttering when his muscle memory kicks in and his slides a thumb over your covered clit, nothing but the material of your bikini bottoms separating you. “nothin’ gets passed you, big bro.” you tease, pushing your body closer to him.

“so this step-sibling… conundrum… really doesn’t bother you. like, at all?” he clarifies, big brown eyes locked in on your lips as you stand on your tiptoes, breath now mingling and lips just nearly grazing his.

“uh-uh. s’not like we’re related.” you reason, and when it comes from your sweet voice he can’t argue.

“jesus.” he sighs into your mouth, practically sharing oxygen at this point. “you know what? fuck it.” he takes the leap, pressing his mouth to yours as to which you let out a delighted squeal, immediately jumping up on him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“we’re gonna have so much fun, john b.” you muse, almost happy to a sinister degree as you wrap your arms around his neck. he blinks up at you, guilty but sinfully aroused and presses his bulge between your split legs.

“thats the plan.”

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[hellenhighwater]

What type of clay and kiln do you use for your pottery? And how did you sculpt people without them cracking? How did you sculpt them in general??

Very curious about your process (I'm so sorry if someone else asked before)

I use Rovin Temmstone Speckle, cone 6-10, for most of my sculptures. On the rare occasions I work in white clay, it's Rovin You Betcha Mix, also cone 6-10. The kilns I fire in are owned by the shared studio I use--each one is different; if you really want to know what they are I can note it down next time I'm there. They're quite large for a personal use kiln; definitely overkill for the average home potter. Because it's a shared studio, I actually have very little involvment with the firing process. The firing is mostly handled by other people. (I'm going to be going through the apprenticeship process to learn all that in the coming year, so that will change!) My studiomates are gunshy about handling my work, so I often get asked to load them into the kiln myself, but that's it.

I post process videos of my sculptures pretty regularly, but it's not an especially complex thing, just finnicky and time-consuming. I start with a sort of big rhombus torso, and then attach hotdog arms and legs, get them posed vaguely how I want, and add the head last. I refer to this as the gumby stage. (Necks are skinny and heads are wobbly, so I like it when things have dried and firmed up a little.)

From there, I'm mostly just shaving material away until I have the proportions I need. There's no internal armature, just clay the whole way through. I usually sculpt on a banding wheel or other spinning table, because I'm looking at the figure in shilouhette as it rotates to check that the pose is correct and proportional--the ability to easily spin and check different angles is crucial. As I refine the shape and things dry, I continue to tweak form and proportion; I am often unable to make significant pose adjustments after the first sculpting session--the clay gets too dry. This guy, for example, is stuck in this pose even as I'm realizing it's hornier than i want it to be. As it dries to leather hard, I slice the figure apart lengthwise anywhere I feel is too thick to safely fire. I hollow out the insides of that area, then reattach both sides together and smooth the surfaces. Once it's had a little time to firm up, I puncture vent holes into the trapped air pockets, which are sometimes very small; sometimes they serve other purposes, like the slits for Icarus's wings. Nearly all of the sculptures I've shared have these hidden air vents and mostly people don't notice them at all.

Finally, they slowly dry until they're ready for bisque firing! I montior closely for cracks as they dry and mend as needed. I use black iron oxide powder as a stain and weathered bronze to glaze, all typically fired at cone 6.

[flowerxbunnie]

Request: y/n is tied up and blindfolded (for a little bit) and is overstimulated by matt. Like he fucks her, fingers her, eats her out, whatever to make her cum a bunch. Lots of dirty talk if that’s ok

Mine

Matt x Fem reader

Warnings: FULL SMUT. blindfold, ropes, daddy kink, overstimulation, ice, etc THEY FUCKKINNN

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR!

have to tag the biggest matt girly i know @lustfulslxt 🤝🏻

I feel the red satin tighten around my eyes, and my field of vision becomes nothing but darkness.

I’ve been messing around with Matt for a few months now, no strings attached. I trust him for sure, but I still don’t know how he convinced me to put a blindfold on for him.

Matt’s warm hands slide down my body, stopping at his favorite places to poke, prod and squeeze.

“Such a perfect body. Like it was made for my hands,” he says in a deep hushed tone. His fingers curl around my waist, the palms of his hands settling perfectly atop my curves. “Like a puzzle.”

His touch slides down to my thighs, gripping the backs of them and hoisting me up before tossing me back onto the bed. I gasp at the cold comforter suddenly coming into contact with the bare skin of my back. I hear shuffling and I turn my head, trying to use the senses I still have to figure out what he could be doing.

His steps become closer and louder and I feel the weight of his knee dipping into the bed. Suddenly, I feel something tracing along my stomach, tickling me on the way up.

“Stop, that tickles Matt!” I giggle, swatting it away and curling up to protect my stomach.

I feel a harsh grip on my arm and a rough material looping around my wrist. He’s tying me up.

My arm is stretched out, the other side of the rope looping around what I can only assume is the headboard. He repeats the same action on my other arm, not speaking a word as he tightens it in knots around my skin.

I feel his hands glide over my breasts, his fingertips placing featherlight touches to my nipples causing them to perk up in response. I have to squeeze my legs together, my core already heating up in anticipation.

They don’t stay shut for long though, because I feel him move to the end of the bed and harshly grip my ankle. Once again, he loops the rope around and stretches my limbs so my legs are spread open, completely vulnerable to him. I try to pull my arms and legs as close to myself as I can out of instinct, but they’re completely immobile beneath the tension of the rope.

“Not a thing you can do, sweetheart. Best to just relax,” he whispers.

I gasp as I feel a pinch on both my nipples. He begins pulling and twisting at them between the callused pads of his fingers. I arch my back off the bed and try my best to keep my noise at bay. The sensation is both painful and erotic, and my body feels confused under his touch. His hands are swiftly removed and brought back down, slapping my breasts, a yelp erupting from my mouth. He cups his warm palms around the skin and begins massaging the pain away.

“Fuck Matt, I can’t tell if I liked that or not,” I breathe out, opening my eyes out of habit to look at him but only met with the dark fabric over my eyes.

“I don’t know who Matt is.” he says sarcastically and harshly, removing his hands from my body altogether.

I whine at the empty feeling, arching up as much as I can to try to feel the warmth of his hands back on my chest.

“You call me Daddy or you can sit here all night wishing you did.”

Hearing the dirty name leaving his mouth makes my pussy throb, a puddle beginning to form between my thighs.

“O-okay Daddy, please.. just touch me,” I whine, desperate for anything he’s willing to give.

“Mmm that’s why you’re my favorite little whore, you know that? None of the others beg for it like you do,” he coos while bringing his hands to my stomach, running them agonizingly slow down to my hipbones.

I can’t lie, hearing about his other friends with benefits stings a little. But why am I so turned on that he’s calling me his favorite?

He digs his thumbs into my hipbones causing me to buck up. I feel him shift and settle in between my legs, his hot breath fanning over my pussy. Every other sense is heightened insanely from my sight being taken away. I can smell the vanilla scented candle on his nightstand despite the wick not being lit. I can hear him brushing his hair out of his face. And I can feel his body heat inching closer to my core before he runs his tongue along the crease of my thigh.

“Mmm,” I can only manage a hum.

He peppers soft kisses closer and closer to my aching pussy, and my hands try to pull towards his hair to guide him to where I need him most. The ropes dig into the tender skin of my wrist and make me wince in pain.

“Getting too eager aren’t we, baby?” he whispers before his lips place the lightest kiss onto my clit.

“Fuck, please…” I moan out as his lips lose contact with my skin.

“Please what, sweetheart? You have to tell me what you need.” He says in a sickeningly sweet voice that gives me goosebumps.

“Daddy, please.. please use your mouth.” I breathe out, not sure exactly how to say it.

“Where do you need daddy’s mouth, baby? Right here?” he asks lowly as I feel a finger tracing up my folds and circling my clit once.

“Fuck, yes! Please!” I pull my legs against the tension of the ropes trying desperately to get closer to his touch.

Without warning I feel his tongue start to lap at my pussy. I can’t help but cry out in pleasure as his nose brushes against my clit applying the perfect amount of extra stimulation. I want so badly to be able to lace my fingers into his soft hair, to pull him impossibly close, but I’m at his mercy now.

I feel a loss of contact yet again before I hear him spit, feeling it land directly on my clit. He brings the pads of his fingers over it and rubs back and forth, my stomach tensing and tightening up.

“F-feels so good, daddy, fuck..”

He hums in response, his hair tickling my inner thighs as I feel him start to bite and lick at my skin, a stinging trail making its way up my leg. His fingers find their way to my entrance, prodding at it a bit before I feel one slipping inside of me.

“So tight around Daddy’s finger, baby. I might have to fill you with something bigger, hm?”

All I can do is make pathetic noises as he brings his tongue back to my clit, flicking across it as his finger begins curling into my walls. He is relentless and keeps going as I cry out in pleasure, my arms and legs pulling continuously at the ropes. I feel helpless, not being able to watch as his eyes drink me in, not being able to feel his strong arms flexing as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. But all of this builds a pit in my stomach that’s ready to burst at any moment.

He slips another finger inside of me and detaches his mouth to bring his thumb to my bundle of nerves. It’s like muscle memory to him. He curls his fingers over and over as his thumb applies pressure and glides back and forth.

“Please… just like that, I’m gonna..” I cry out before I feel my body tense up, my legs shaking and back arching as I release around his fingers.

“Let it out, such a good girl,” he encourages as I ride out my high, grinding against his fingers before I come down and relax against the bed.

He removes his fingers and I suck in a breath, my core sensitive and still throbbing. I can hear footsteps, but I can’t make out where he’s going with my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. I lay there breathless for a minute before I hear his door shut and feel his weight back on the bed beside me.

“Take this blindfold off, I wanna make it up to you, Daddy,” I bite my lip and turn my head towards the side he’s sitting on.

I feel his hand caressing my cheek before he slaps me, just enough to sting.

“Stupid little girl, thinking you make the rules. I’m not done with you yet.. you’ve got so much left to give.” his harsh words sound so sweet as they spill past his lips.

I feel drops of something falling onto my stomach and I tense up instinctively. I can’t tell if it’s burning hot or ice cold. He brings his fingers to my mouth, rubbing his thumb across my bottom lip to part them. Something is pushed past my lips and into my mouth- it’s wet, cold and tasteless. Ice.

He removes it from my mouth and my lips tingle from the cold. He drags it down my neck, down the valley of my breasts and finally drags it across my right nipple.

“F-fuck, so cold..” I wince and try to move away, only to be unsuccessful again.

I hear him chuckle as he picks up the ice cube and brings it to my other nipple, grazing it across and making it so hard it feels like it could shatter. Drips of cold water fall down my breasts and to the bed below me, the ice melting against the heat of my body and Matt’s warm hands.

He moves the ice cube around before holding it still, the freezing cold feeling a stark contrast as he brings his mouth to my free nipple.

He sucks and bites, his warm saliva soothing the sting the ice cube had left behind. I feel his head dip down and his tongue licking a stripe up my side, across my rib and back towards my nipple, collecting the water that had dripped down my skin. I feel the sting moving down my stomach, water pooling into my bellybutton before he slowly trails closer to my pussy.

He doesn’t take much time teasing, he swiftly places the ice cube against my clit, the freezing cold sending a shock through my body and causing me to jerk. The ropes are digging into my skin and I’m sure they’re leaving behind their evidence.

“Too cold, Matt, please..” I whine, my most vulnerable parts feeling overstimulated by the temperature.

“What did I fucking tell you?” he hisses, pressing the ice down with more pressure and rubbing it up and down from my clit to my entrance over and over. “What’s my name?”

“FUCK. I’m… I’m sorry, Daddy. Please daddy, too cold!” I try my best to form a coherent sentence.

“You know what to say if you really want me to stop. You like it, don’t you?” he asks smugly and dips the edge of the ice cube into my entrance the slightest bit.

I bite my lip and try to keep myself from flinching, the rope digging harshly into my wrists the more I try to fight.

I feel his warm tongue move along side the ice, licking stripes directly beside as he moves it up and down my core. He slurps up the water as it melts against my pussy, humming as he pulls away. “Daddy loves tasting you, baby. Such a sweet little pussy.”

I feel the bed jerk a little and hear the cube hit the floor, so I’m assuming he is done and threw it somewhere. His fingers, now freezing from his grip on the ice, run up and down my folds before two of them push into me.

It feels insanely good but so overstimulating. He moves them around and touches every inch of my burning walls, my hips moving around in response as whimpers escape my lips.

“Holy fuck,” I whisper out, barely audible to even myself.

“Speak up.” he demands, jamming his fingers in all the way to the knuckle and curling them into my g spot.

“HOLY FUCK.” I cry out in pleasure, my back leaving the bed as I pull on the ropes from all directions and fall back down.

“Cum for daddy, come on. Give me another.” he encourages, curling his fingers over and over into me.

My release comes sooner this time, my mouth hanging open and barely audible squeaks coming out of my throat, my body too overwhelmed to make noise. I feel my pussy clenching around his fingers and my breathing is deep and rapid.

Before I even have the time to catch a breath, I feel his hands scoop my head off the bed and fumble for the tie of the blindfold. He gets tired of looking around for it and pulls it over my head, my hair getting tugged in the process. I open my eyes slowly, letting them painfully adjust to the light of his room.

His face hovers above mine and his eyes are dark and hungry. His brunette hair sticks to the sweat on his forehead as he looks at me through his droopy lids.

He yanks on the ropes around my wrists, releasing the knots and tossing them off to the side. I bring my wrists into the opposite hands, rubbing the sting out of them and seeing the red, raw skin- showing just how much I struggled underneath Matt’s touch.

He moves to the end of the bed and does the same to the ties around my ankles, picking them up and placing soft kisses along them.

He pulls me up to stand before grabbing my face in his hands and clashing his lips into mine. Our tongues dance together and our moans escape, intertwining into a melody into our two mouths. He presses his hips into my stomach, his erection throbbing and straining against his pants.

I pull away from the kiss and grab the hem of his shirt, ripping it over his head and watch it fall to the floor. I drop to my knees and place a kiss on his belt buckle, looking into his eyes as his mouth falls open. His hands fumble around with his belt before getting it undone. He quickly undoes his button and zipper too, pulling his pants down before kicking them out of our way. He grips the roots of my hair roughly and pulls my mouth inches away from his clothed dick.

“Kiss it.”

I listen, placing a kiss over the soft fabric, feeling his dick jump even just from the minimal touch. He releases his grip on my head harshly and I fall back a bit. He makes his way to the bed and sits against the headboard after pulling his boxers down and discarding them. He takes his length into his hand, pumping it up and down while he watches me get to my feet.

“Come bounce on Daddy’s cock.” He demands, continuing to jerk himself as I crawl up the bed towards him. He lets go of himself to grab my head in one hand and slap his tip against my cheek with the other. He rubs it across my lips and taps a couple times, beckoning me to open my mouth. I oblige and take his head into my mouth, swirling my tongue and coating him in my saliva.

After a couple seconds he pulls me up by my hair to come eye to eye with him. I straddle his hips and lift myself onto my knees, aligning him with my entrance before slowly lowering myself down. His hands come to grip my waist and slam me down, giving me no time to adjust to him.

“Fuck, daddy please… slow down..” I whine, feeling stretched out and full.

“Did I ask you to go slow? Or did I tell you to bounce on daddy’s cock?” he tilts his head and looks at me through hooded eyes.

I bite my lip and start to bounce on his dick, hearing our skin slap together each time I come down. His hands trail up my sides and come to grab both of my breasts, massaging and squeezing them. I’m aching and tired, my legs feel like they could give out at any second. I keep going, sweating and panting as I place my hands onto his chest to hold myself up.

“Such a good slut, keep going. You’re doing such a good job for daddy,” he praises, his sinful words sounding so sweet. He brings one hand up to caress my cheek. “Making me feel so good, baby.” He groans and leans his head back against the headboard, his hands coming down to my hips again to help me bounce.

My stomach tightens in an all too familiar feeling, my third orgasm right on the edge. I’m so sensitive at this point, throbbing and crying out with each bounce as I’m pushed closer and closer to the edge.

“Can’t do it anymore.. too… too tired,” I whine between deep breaths.

My movements slow down and my legs begin to shake, my muscles overworked and straining to hold my weight up. Matt reaches a hand up and grabs my throat, applying pressure and staring into my eyes.

“Keep going. You wanna be a good girl for daddy, right?” he says almost in a growl.

I nod furiously and bounce softly again, my legs on fire and twitching.

“That’s it, just like that baby. Let daddy fill you up, let me make you mine.”

These words trigger something in me, a sudden rush of energy coming back to me as I give it everything I have. I lean back and put both my hands on his thighs behind me, bouncing and rocking my hips against him.

He bucks up into me and sends me over the edge, a shaking and crying mess on top of him. My release triggers his own, and I feel his cock twitching and releasing his load into my core. He holds my hips down so that he’s as deep as is physically possible, making sure he pumps every last drop into me.

I fall forward onto his chest having no energy to get up to lay on the bed. His hands rub up and down my spine as he places gentle kisses into my hair. I work hard to control my breathing and he takes notice.

“Shhh, relax baby. We’ll sit here for as long as you need.”

I wrap my arms around his shoulders and give a small nod into his neck, not being able to speak just yet.

We sit like this for what feels like hours, soaking in the feeling of our warm skin touching, our chests rising and falling against each other, the smell of sex in the air.

After a while he takes my face in his hands, pulling me up to look at him. His thumbs swipe across my under eyes to wipe off the smeared mascara, a small smile forming on his lips as he admires his work.

“So fucking beautiful, Y/n. You know that?”

He places a gentle kiss on my forehead.

“So what’s that you said about making me yours?” I tease, watching his eyes widen in shock.

“Oh, uh- I mean yeah, I did mean it. Don’t get me wrong. But let’s talk about that later, okay? I just wanna make it special for you.” His cheeks turn a rose pink and he brushes a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Sounds good to me.”

[intimidating-fettuccine]

As a fanfiction blog, I’m putting the warning out there to anyone that hasn’t already heard that one of the main things they want to go after is anything violent, LGBT, or adult content. Well, that will include fanfiction. It’s likely they’ll try to take down sites like Wattpad and AO3, so if you have fics on either of those sites you are especially attached to, you will probably want to start downloading and saving them. It’s even highly possible that they’ll take down tumblr, and it’s possible it will become risky to even be running a blog like this, as they’re threatening to put anyone who writes such content in jail. I am not even kidding.

If there’s any fanfic material that you have personally written or that someone else has written that you particularly enjoy, now especially is the time to start storing it and saving it so you can make sure you can still enjoy it if it comes down to it. I have no idea if they absolutely will be banning such things, I know they’ll probably try to (many states have already banned adult websites or require proof of identification to access them), so I suggest doing what you can now. Maybe they won’t end up doing it and it will have been for nothing, but maybe they will and you’ll be thankful that you did.

In the same vein, buy physical copies of any movies or download them if you can, and that goes for shows as well, and any video games or books you’re particularly fond of. We’ve got about two months to prepare before they start launching into and doing things. In their intent to censor everything, make sure you’re doing the best that you can to protect your right to free speech. Apparently they’re gonna be banning an entire gigantic list of books, including Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Twilight, The Hobbit, and Alice in Wonderland (to name a few big ones) and like hundreds more that we were raised on from schools and libraries, and I wouldn’t be surprised that if they succeed in doing that that they’ll go on to ban their sales.

Save and store anything that you can at this point. In order to prevent things like this we’ve got to help each other and stand up for ourselves and our rights. Do not get complacent. Do not let them walk all over you. If it ever comes down to my blog disappearing because of all of this please know I will still be standing beside all of you and supporting you still. We must continue standing up for ourselves and our rights.

[kulapti]

Aug 2023, bookbinding of The Silent Isle Imbowers by Tharkuun.

I’m sooo so so pleased to finally share this! I have been actively working on this for many months and waited until Tharkuun received her copy before posting so the final result would be a surprise.

-----------About this bookbinding under the cut

This binding has been one of the more elaborate pieces I have attempted so far. This has been my first binding where I (1) made three copies of a piece at once, (2) used a modified a historical illustration, (3) collaborated directly with another artist on the decorative elements, (4) finished matching art for the cover and title page, and (5) layered paint and heat-transfer vinyl for the covers. These are also (6) the first non-tiny books I have made with this style of hinge and cover attachment.

Pretty much immediately after I first read this story I felt I had to make myself a copy of this. I had a strong mental image of a vintage-looking cover for a fairy tale, with a deceptively simple design of flowers on the cover, probably with fancy metallic accents, the kind of thing you’d find in an interesting used bookstore with no summary, no text on the back, no dust jacket, just the flowers and maybe a title. I’m going to make a separate post about making this cover design a reality because oh man has it been a journey lol! I designed and drew the digital art for the cover (digital because of the cut and application method), as well as the corresponding title page illustration (pencil and dip pen, scanned, title added digitally).

When I asked Tharkuun about it she was excited to suggest I get in touch with quillingwords, who generously agreed to collaborate with me! Among her talents quilling writes calligraphy, and hand wrote both the book title and chapter headers for me to incorporate into my plans. Check OUT those chapter headers! So fancy! A font could never!! Quilling has also been very encouraging and let me yell about this project in dms for months so the final result could be a surprise for Tharkuun. Thank u so much quillingwords, your calligraphy adds invaluable amounts of swag to this project.

I was going to do some kinda neat font for the chapter headers, but quilling’s work is too cool for that and I decided to use a modified piece of a historical illustration instead. The illustration also happens to be cool as heck: I was browsing the Artstor database (an academic quality resource available for free via Jstor, my beloved) and found E. N. Neureuther's 1836 gorgeous etching for etching of the fairy tale Briar Rose, an illustration made for a printing of a Brothers Grimm recorded German fairy tale with Sleeping Beauty elements. Much to my delight this illustration not only matches the general look I wanted but is actually relevant to the story, itself a Sleeping Beauty spinoff.

Slightly less stylistically consistent are the endpapers, which are prints of two different paintings by Arnold Böcklin: Isle of the Dead (1883) in the front and Isle of Life (1888). The first painting had occurred to me as an excellent visual to go with the story, and Tharkuun and I discussed this and agreed that pairing it with the related later, more optimistic piece was too thematically appropriate to resist.

I had fun and learned a lot making these books and I am very pleased with the result!!

Materials: Archival bookboard, cardstock, cotton cheesecloth mull, archival PVA glue, linen thread coated in beeswax, paper cord, red cotton embroidery floss. Blue cotton backed with archival paper, acrylic paint, machine cut black and gold heat-transfer vinyl. Laser printed text and illustrations. Metallic scrapbooking paper.