#watering bell

[nymla]

Some new things I tried in 2023!

1. First time making a wonky plaster slipcasting mold! (This is still a work in progress and these slipcast mugs have not hit my store yet.)

2. First time making bottles!

3. First time making a teapot!

4. First time making toad friends!

5. First time making a watering bell! Did you make/try/experience something new last year? :}

[stars-on-fyre]

I made a turtle watering bell :’)

A little boy :’)

[nyxaffixed]

What if Narinder accidentally marrried the Lamb

(I have no idea if this has been done already, but i cant stop thinking about this)

In lamb culture, gifting jewelry signifies a relationship between the gifter and the reciever. Depending on where the jewelry is worn, it signifies the type of relationship formed.

Gold given by family is to be strung on the horns, or woven into the wool on the head. These are more permanent and intricate, with larger pieces being passed down family lines. Marriages are usually sealed with a ceremonial exchange of this type of jewelry.

Close friends give things that will be worn on the hands and arms. Small tokens that can be swapped out when friendships come and go.

Tokens from those outside of friends and family are usually charms that can be affixed to staffs and clothing, or placed around the house to be admired from afar.

Those that have been slighted put the respective jewelry affixed to the end of robes and staffs, or tied to the ankles, to metaphorically and physically drag that person through the dirt.

Only lovers exchange jewelry for the neck, and each piece is symbolic. It is tradition to propose with a bell, of which the quality is reflective to the love of the giver. Higher quality bells chime the most beautifully, and have a unique sound.

When The Lamb was given their bell, it was flawless, for it had been handcrafted by a god. When the Red crown was fitted on their head, the marriage was sealed. The Lamb did not protest, for who were they to deny their god? They were executed, engaged, married, and resurrected all in the span of a few mintues; loving their sudden husband came just as quick.

The one who waits was not suprised by his vessel's unflinching devotion to him. He accepted the golden jewelry they showered him with, as offerings were expected. He humored their honeyed compliments and long winded ramblings; they fought harder and worked longer when he'd done so.

The one who waits was completely surprised, when upon their betrayal, he still felt devotion from them. The Lamb still loved their husband, even if Narinder had no idea they've been married for the past 250 years.

[petricorah]

🎵 there's something there that wasn't there before 🎵 [ids in alt]

for @caffeinatedhobbit ! sending good feelings back :3

[uncharismatic-fauna]

A Dive into the Diving Spider

The diving spider, or water spider (Argyroneta aquatica) is perhaps one of the most unique arachnid species on Earth, noted for living almost entire life completely underwater. This species is found throughout northern Europe and Asia in clear freshwater ponds, lakes, wetlands, and slow-moving rivers with lots of aquatic vegetation.

Like other spiders, the water spider does breathe air. When submerged, specialized hydrophobic hairs create an air bubble attached to its abdomen, which allows the spider to store oxygen while moving around underwater. In addition, these spiders build a web known as diving-bell webs. These webs, constructed of spider silk, are constructed underwater, and supplied with air bubbles from the surface. A. aquatica spends most of its time in these webs, leaving only to replenish its air supply-- about once every 24 hours-- or to find prey.

The diving bell spider's prey are, unsurprisingly, primarily insects. In particular they feed on water fleas, aquatic isopods, insect larvae, and small crustaceans like shrimp. Individuals catch their prey by hiding inside their webs until prey trips one of the trip-wires constructed in the surrounding vegetation. They then surge out, seize their prey, and drag it back into the air-filled web where the spider can digest it. Predators of water spiders include aquatic beetles, dragonfly larvae, and frogs. Fish can also predate upon water spiders, but they are usually scarce due to the low aquatic oxygen environment in which the spiders live.

Ordinarily, A. aquatica is a fairly plain, brown spider. Males are slightly larger than females; 18.7 mm (0.74 in) to their 13.1 mm (0.51 in) in length; this is a rare phenomenon in spiders, as females are typically larger. Males also have a longer pair of front legs. However, females were found to construct much larger nests, as they must also provide space for their eggs and young.

When a male is ready to mate, which occurs during spring, he will construct several sperm packages that he holds in his palps, or mouth appendages, while he seeks out potential mates. If he finds a receptive mate, the two will engage in a swimming ritual around her web before he gives her one of his sperm packages. Afterwards, the female constructs a sac with 50-100 eggs; she may do this up to 6 times throughout a single year. The eggs hatch 3-4 weeks after laying, and the offspring remain in the nest for another 2-4 weeks. Individuals typically become sexually mature not long after, and may live up to 2 years in the wild.

The water spider can deliver a painful bite, with symptoms of inflammation, vomiting, and fever lasting 5-10 days. However, the bite is not known to be fatal to humans.

Conservation status: The diving bell spider has not been evaluated by the IUCN. The primary threat is likely habitat destruction, although at least one area in South Korea has been designated specifically as protected habitat for the species.

Want to request an uncharismatic critter? Just send me proof of donation to any of these vetted fundraisers for Palestinian refugees!

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Stephan Hetz

[satans-knitwear]

I put the fan on for her and she is absoloutly thrilled and obsessed. Can cuddle without overheating now! A win for puppies everywhere.

[travelmanposts]

Elizabeth Quay, Perth, Australia: Elizabeth Quay is a mixed-use development project in the Perth central business district. Encompassing an area located on the north shore of Perth Water near the landmark Swan Bells, the precinct was named in honour of Queen Elizabeth II during her Diamond Jubilee. Wikipedia

[saturnniidae]

Hijack is so funny bc theybe both drowned but Jack died and Hiccup just like walked it off every time. Guy that just won't die x guy that didn't stay dead

[firadessa]

Mark Cote Info Reveal- Silvermist's Quest

(Long Post Warning)

Me and a few friends are doing our own searches for information on the elusive Tinker Bell draft. We were able to secure an interview with Mark Cote, who was on the film for both a 2d and 3d version. Unfortunately, we were not able to save many recordings in good quality and mine has no audio. I also failed to transcribe our meeting, but hopefully this will not be our only meeting.

Before the original movie was put into 3D, it had several character quests all linked to the narrative to save Neverland. I thought it would be like Disneytoon's failed Enchanted Tales series, but unlike Enchanted Tales or Cinderella 2 the segments wouldn't be so self contained. It was like the movie Fantasia, but connected through a larger plot. There would also be a ticking time bomb in the form of the worlds of the mainland and Neverland combining due to the theft of pixie dust by Tinker Bell and friends before they earned it messing up the natural order. He told us that all 5 character quests would have to be approved by management, so he experienced delays in production. Several quests were greenlit but they had a hard time when they got to Silvermist and Iridessa.

We asked in a riddle, what brings water life? It took a while to get an answer, but @princessquinnella was reminded of water fairies in the books. The thing is though, Silvermist was conceived pretty differently from Rani. Despite being a water fairy, she was a repressive and pragmatic character. If you had a Disney Fairies DVD that came with the toys, you might remember the line "Still waters run deep" in reference to Silvermist. The pond and lotus where she lived, is implied to be "Stillwater Springs" or Lilypad Pond from what we know. x Here is the description from the illusive "pitch book"

Firstly, Mark told us for this "epic story" Silvermist's quest would be next to last. None of the fairies can fly because of the magic has dissipated. The story starts in her home of Stillwater Springs/Lilypad Pond, she creates a magical cloud named Tempest to fly. Tempest is an opposite to SIlvermist, he's a joyful and free spirited cloud like a impish child. Like in the final cut, there are 4 seasonal areas? There would be 5 themed areas in Pixie Hollow where each fairy lived. Many inanimate things live here in this word inspired by Art Nouveau.

She needs to fly on Tempest to reach the "water of life", and she travels to Pixie Hollow in a harsh desert area. She has a small glass vile to collect the "water of life" and flies over the stretch of desert looking everywhere. There's a color script of this segment somewhere on AODF (dont know where to link), where it is blurry and you can see the desert.

Silvermist and Tempest even meet other clouds on their journey, but they are grumpy and stern adult clouds.

Here, on the color guide- we see things a bit different. There seems to be some sort of snowdrop-esque flower in place of Tempest- but also some clouds, so I'm not sure what it could be.

Silvermist has been in the sky for a while now in this desert, but cannot find the water of life. Suddenly! Tempest, the child cloud starts to die. Silvermist is scared, because her friend is dying and she hasn't found the water of life. She sits down defeated... and starts to cry.

He showed us a piece I am very familiar with:

It is then, when she is at her lowest- when she cries... Tempest is resurected, and she is able to save her friend and collect the Water of Life, the quest item she needs to save Pixie Hollow.

Lastly, I should say the desert like areas in Pixie Hollow remind me of the elusive art from the mysterious artbook "The Art of Judith Holmes Clarke" (excuse quality, its a short frame in an IG video)

Now it's time for the next quest to reveal information about, there should be 2 left with more info to share with you...

This one shall be fill in the blank:

"------ is the key that opens every door."

Fly with you later!

[zigazone]

What is it that gives water life?

Maybe the correct answer will lure out @azurefaire so she can tell you guys the story behind these gorgeous images!

Tinker Bell Ring of Belief Concept Art and Story told to us by Mark Cote ✨

Special thanks to @azurefaire @nabbing-nibs @darlenchanted

Believing is only the beginning 😉

[ranis-fountain]

⋅˚₊‧🫧 ଳ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[kemetic-dreams]

Simbi water spirits are revered in Hoodoo originating from Central African spiritual practices. When Africans were enslaved in the United States, they blended African spiritual beliefs with Christian baptismal practices. Enslaved African Americans prayed to Simbi water spirits during their baptismal services. In 1998, in a historic house in Annapolis, Maryland called the Brice House archaeologists unearthed Hoodoo artifacts inside the house that linked to the Kongo people. These artifacts are the continued practice of the Kongo's minkisi and nkisi culture in the United States brought over by enslaved Africans. For example, archeologists found artifacts used by enslaved African Americans to control spirits by housing spirits inside caches or nkisi bundles. These spirits inside objects were placed in secret locations to protect an area or bring harm to slaveholders. "In their physical manifestations, minkisi (nkisi) are sacred objects that embody spiritual beings and generally take the form of a container such as a gourd, pot, bag, or snail shell. Medicines that provide the minkisi with power, such as chalk, nuts, plants, soil, stones, and charcoal, are placed in the container." Nkisi bundles were found in other plantations in Virginia and Maryland. For example, nkisi bundles were found for the purpose of healing or misfortune. Archeologists found objects believed by the enslaved African American population in Virginia and Maryland to have spiritual power, such as coins, crystals, roots, fingernail clippings, crab claws, beads, iron, bones, and other items assembled together inside a bundle to conjure a specific result for either protection or healing. These items were hidden inside slaves' dwellings. These practices were concealed from slaveholders.

In Darrow, Louisiana at the Ashland-Belle Helene Plantation historians and archeologists unearthed Kongo and Central African practices inside slave cabins. Enslaved Africans in Louisiana conjured the spirits of Kongo ancestors and water spirits by using seashells. Other charms were found in several slave cabins, such as silver coins, beads, polished stones, bones, and were made into necklaces or worn in their pockets for protection. These artifacts provided examples of African rituals at Ashland Plantation. Slaveholders tried to stop African practices among their slaves, but enslaved African Americans disguised their rituals by using American materials and applying an African interpretation to them and hiding the charms in their pockets and making them into necklaces concealing these practices from their slaveholders. In Talbot County, Maryland at the Wye House plantation where Frederick Douglass was enslaved in his youth, Kongo related artifacts were found. Enslaved African Americans created items to ward off evil spirits by creating a Hoodoo bundle near the entrances to chimneys which was believed to be where spirits enter. The Hoodoo bundle contained pieces of iron and a horse shoe. Enslaved African Americans put eyelets on shoes and boots to trap spirits. Archaeologists also found small carved wooden faces. The wooden carvings had two faces carved into them on both sides which were interpreted to mean an African American conjurer who was a two-headed doctor. Two-headed doctors in Hoodoo means a conjurer who can see into the future and has knowledge about spirits and things unknown.

At Levi Jordan Plantation in Brazoria, Texas near the Gulf Coast, researchers suggests the plantation owner Levi Jordan may have transported captive Africans from Cuba back to his plantation in Texas. These captive Africans practiced a Bantu-Kongo religion in Cuba, and researchers excavated Kongo related artifacts at the site. For example, archeologists found in one of the cabins called the "curer's cabin" remains of an nkisi nkondi with iron wedges driven into the figure to activate its spirit. Researchers found a Kongo bilongo which enslaved African Americans created using materials from white porcelain creating a doll figure. In the western section of the cabin they found iron kettles and iron chain fragments. Researchers suggests the western section of the cabin was an altar to the Kongo spirit Zarabanda

[tsangredulce]

book silvermist 🥰🥰

[theres-a-body-here]

Teasing

Kieran Duffy x Male!reader

(Sequel to this post)

Over the past few days since Kieran saved Arthur and joined the gang, you noticed how he kept his distance from you, tending to the horses and keeping mostly to himself. The incident in the stable seemed to have left quite an impact on him. During your encounters, he would quickly avert his gaze and hurry away whenever possible.

Observing Kieran from afar as he brushed The Count's mane, you couldn't help but smile at the memory of your shared intimate encounter in the stable. His obvious discomfort only made the situation more enticing for you. Gripping your pistol tightly, you imagined the helpless expression on his face when you held him the way you did.

Suddenly, Micah's voice broke through your thoughts. "That's disgusting," he sneered, having caught you in the act of fantasizing about Kieran.

Turning towards him, you observe as he sits beside you on the log and takes out his own pistols to clean.

"What do you mean 'disgusting'?" you ask curiously, knowing full well what he meant but wanting clarification nonetheless.

With a roll of his eyes, Micah responds, "The way you're lusting after that idiot horse fucker, it's plain gross."

"Perhaps," you mused aloud as you continued cleaning your weapon, occasionally stealing glances at Kieran. "But I enjoy watching him squirm."

This prompted another scoff from Micah who glared at Kieran from afar. "He's an O'Driscoll," he stated firmly, reminding everyone within earshot of his background.

"He's mine," you say calmly as you examine the barrel of your pistol.

Micah has lived with you long enough to recognize your words as a subtle warning. He understood the underlying message – hands off.

Micah grits his teeth, his jaw clenching tightly. "No wonder our father disowned you," he muttered under his breath.

~~~~~~

"Want a treat?" Keiran whispered as the silver Arabian sniffed curiously at Kieran's pocket

Keiran set the brush down before digging into his pockets and pulling out a small horse treat. He opened his palm as he reached out. "Here you go, big guy."

The count nuzzled his palm eagerly, taking the offering between large teeth.

"I think he likes you," you comment from behind him, startling Kieran as he turns around suddenly upon hearing your voice.

"M-Mr. Bell," Kieran stammered upon realizing it was you standing behind him. His entire body language screamed uncertainty as he looked ready to bolt at any given moment.

It's clear that the incident still haunts him.

Reaching out slowly, you place a hand on his shoulder, careful not to frighten him further. "Please, call me (Y/N)," you said kindly, attempting to put him at ease.

Despite your efforts to seem friendly, Kieran remained cautious and uneasy around you, still regarding you with caution as if waiting for an attack at any second.

Remembering what John had shared earlier, you mention, "I heard you wanted to go fishing." Given his current situation within the gang, it seemed unlikely anyone else would volunteer to accompany him out of camp grounds.

Nervously playing with his fingers, Kieran hesitated before responding to your offer. "I uh…" he trailed off, clearly unsure about your intentions.

Recognizing his apprehension, you offered reassurance by saying, "I wouldn't mind going with you."

Kieran's eyes brightened for a brief moment before settling back into uncertainty once more. Clearly, he struggled with deciding if the prospect of fishing was worth risking being alone with you outside of camp.

Rubbing his shoulder, you leaned close to whisper encouragingly in his ear, "If you feel like going, just come find me, and we'll go."

As you pulled away, your lips grazed against his earlobe, sending shivers through his body.

Without giving him time to react further, you turned to walk back to the log, leaving Kieran alone with his thoughts.

~~~~~~

Though grateful that you accompanied him outside of camp grounds, Kieran couldn't help but feel unsettled by your presence.

He held onto his fishing rod tightly, trying hard not to let his anxiety show while resisting the urge to constantly check over his shoulder where he knew you were watching intently.

Sitting on the grass nearby, you watched intently as Kieran stood at the water's edge, casting his line into the river. Memories of assisting him in the stable resurfaced – specifically, witnessing his anxious expression filled with tears aroused an unexpected response in you.

You wanted to see it again.

After several hours of patiently waiting for a bite, Kieran finally managed to catch five fish.

Along with praising his success, you decided to provoke him a bit.

"Nice job, O'Driscoll," you teased playfully, eager to gauge his reaction.

As expected, Kieran frowned deeply, reminding you sternly, "I'm not an O'Driscoll!"

Amused by his reaction, you couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable he appeared when riled up.

Once Kieran calmed down, he stood around awkwardly. He wasn't sure what to do next. Looking nervous, he asked tentatively, "So… do we head back?"

Shrugging nonchalantly, you replied, "Only if you want to," as you began walking towards a shaded area under a tree. Leaning against its trunk, you settled comfortably against its cool surface while enjoying the respite from the sun's heat.

Gesturing to the open spot beside you, Kieran reluctantly decided that he would rather be on your good side than your bad.

Cautiously, he joined you beneath the tree, sitting close enough for companionship but far enough to keep a safe distance between the two of you.

Suddenly feeling a strong grasp on his shoulder, Kieran was startled when you pulled him closer to you. "Come on, Duffy," you taunted playfully, "Don't be shy."

Reaching into your bag, you pulled out a journal and ink pen before starting to write something within its pages.

Meanwhile, Kieran remained silent beside you, struggling to think of ways to fill the awkward silence hanging between you both.

Trying to break the tension, Kieran asked curiously, "What are you writing?"

"A letter," you replied casually without taking your eyes off your paper, "to my older brother."

Kieran looked confused, asking, "Micah?"

Snorting in amusement, you clarified, "No, my other one - Amos."

The sound of your pen scratching against paper echoed softly amidst the quiet forest ambiance until finally, you finished writing and placed away your materials inside your bag.

Turning towards Kieran, you shared a mischievous grin before raising a finger to your lips, "Let's keep this a secret between us, okay? Micah would kill us if he found out."

Kieran's eyes widened with fear at the thought, nodding quickly in agreement.

Standing up abruptly, you clapped your hands once and instructed Kieran to gather the fish they had caught earlier.

"Grab the fish bucket; we're heading back now," you ordered, eager to return home after a successful day of fishing.

Nodding obediently, Kieran rose to collect the bounty before following closely behind you on the journey back to camp.

Gazing at the sky turning golden orange as the sun set, you realized nightfall wouldn't arrive until much later, leaving plenty of time to make it back to camp without worrying about navigating through darkness.

With each step taken along the trail leading home, Kieran followed closely behind, carrying the bucket of fish in his hands.

As the two of you continued walking, Kieran began to feel an increasing urge to relieve himself. His heart raced with anxiety at the thought of what might happen if you discovered he needed to pee. His bladder felt like it could burst any moment, making him squirm uncomfortably with every step closer to camp.

Unable to hold back any longer, Kieran let out a small whimper that caught your attention immediately.

Turning to face him with curiosity, you raised an eyebrow and questioned, "What was that?"

Kieran stuttered nervously, attempting to come up with a plausible excuse for his unusual behavior. "I-I'm fine! Just a sneeze," he lied poorly, hoping you wouldn't suspect anything amiss.

Your eyes narrowed suspiciously as you scanned Kieran's body language. Noticing his tightly crossed legs, you couldn't help but smirk deviously. "You gotta pee, don't you?"

Kieran's face fell, realizing his cover was blown. He stumbled through another lie, desperately trying to maintain his cover-up. "No, I-I don't have to go!"

Laughing heartily, you approached Kieran and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer. "Does the little O'Driscoll need help to pee again?" you teased playfully, enjoying his discomfort.

Kieran's bladder throbbed painfully, causing him to squirm uncontrollably as he tried desperately not to lose control of his bladder.

"No, I don't…and I'm not an O'Driscoll!" he insisted with a whimper, growing increasingly distressed by your closeness.

"Is that right?" you mused aloud, your hand trailing lower to press firmly against his straining bladder. Kieran's knees nearly gave out beneath him, but you steadied him against a nearby tree for support.

"S-stop that," Kieran pleaded weakly, his voice barely above a whisper as he squirmed helplessly in your grasp, attempting to escape your touch.

Helping Kieran sit down against the tree trunk, you chuckled teasingly. "You're going to burst if you keep it in," you warned playfully.

Kieran began fumbling with his belt buckle, knowing full well the consequences of holding it in any longer. Your arm squeezed his waist playfully, adding pressure to his already strained bladder.

As Kieran undid his button, revealing his flaccid penis, you let out a low whistle. "No union suit?" you teased. Kieran's face flushed with embarrassment as he turned away from your gaze.

Your hand reached out and encircled his member, eliciting a surprised squeak from Kieran as he snapped his head back towards you in shock.

"Well then? Pee," you encouraged, as if this was a perfectly normal request.

Kieran stuttered, "I-I can't," too embarrassed to relieve himself despite the pressure on his bladder bordering on painful.

Beginning to slowly stroke his cock, you press your cheek against his, coaxing him with a gentle whisper. "Don't be shy, come on," you cooed softly.

Kieran trembled uncontrollably, his bladder screaming for release as he fought against his instincts to get hard.

Kieran's cock gradually stiffened in your warm hand, his breathing becoming shallow as you continued stroking him with increasing pressure. Pressing your thumb against the sensitive tip, you felt him twitch in response.

The former O'Driscoll had transformed into a blubbering mess, whimpering and mumbling incoherently as he clung to you like a needy puppy. "Please… I can't… ugh," he managed to utter through his gasps and moans.

As you pressed a gentle kiss against his quivering lips, Kieran's resolve broke entirely. Letting out a loud wail, he thrust his hips forward and released a powerful stream of urine into the air, splattering the ground in front.

"Woah there!" you exclaimed playfully, redirecting his spurting cock away from both of you as he emptied his bladder with forceful streams of hot urine onto the damp earth, steaming slightly. Keiran buried his face in your shoulder, ashamed of his loss of control but unable to stop the flow of urine gushing from him.

Kieran whimpered into your shoulder, desperate to finish relieving himself as quickly as possible. He shakes as he tries to force himself to pee harder. You laughed softly and planted a tender kiss on his head while continuing to stroke his throbbing cock, encouraging him to let it all out.

As the stream of urine began to weaken, Kieran slowly pulled away from your shoulder, his face flushed with embarrassment and tears staining his cheeks as he realized what he had done in front of you. You shake his hard cock to get rid of any remaining droplets of piss.

"Good boy," you cooed softly, planting a kiss on his damp cheek. Kieran sniveled quietly, unable to meet your gaze as shame washed over him.

Continuing to stroke his cock, you pressed another kiss to his cheek and tasted the saltiness of his tears on your lips.

Picking up the pace of your strokes, Kieran let out a deep groan as his hands flew to grasp your body for support. Initially hesitant, he eventually turned his head towards yours, meeting your for a kiss.

~~~~~~

As you and Kieran returned to camp, Lenny stood guard and greeted you both with a wave. However, upon noticing Keiran's puffy eyes, he shot you a questioning look. Ignoring his gaze, you continued walking past Lenny without offering any explanation.

Kieran cast an embarrassed glance your way before heading towards the stables, likely to tend to the horses in an attempt to regain some sense of normalcy after the intimate encounter you both shared.

You calmly walked over to the wooden table where Micah was sharpening his knife and sat down across from him.

Without even glancing up, he commented harshly, "You smell like piss."

"I know," you replied nonchalantly, staring at the stable entrance as Keiran disappeared inside.

Micah paused mid-grind on the whetstone and slowly raised his head to look at you.

"What?"

[godsfavoritelitlesilly]

"I guess you're drowning down here too now?"

[gina025]

Swimming jellyfish