#fireboard

[kittenkes]

I pity the person who will have to deal with my out of context Key and Peele quotes.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Campfire

Materials Needed to Start a Fire

Matches, lighter, or flint stick: Every fire needs a flame. Use matches or a lighter to light the tinder. In the absence of matches or a lighter, a flint stick can help you get a fire going.

Tinder: Tinder material can take many forms. When looking to nature for tinder, pine cones, birch bark, dry grass, leaves, and pine needles are best. You can also use a knife to make sawdust or wood shavings for tinder. Household items, like cotton balls, dryer lint, newspaper, and cardboard are good options as well.

Kindling: Soft woods are the most ideal types of wood for kindling—think pine or cedar. Soft wood burns quickly and is useful for the initial phases of the fire. Use a knife or hatchet to break the wood into small pieces.

Firewood: You’ll need firewood of various sizes. Use smaller pieces during the initial fire-starting phase, and use larger pieces to maintain the fire over time.

Fire extinguisher: Though not essential for building a fire, having a reliable method to extinguish a fire is recommended—whether that be a fire extinguisher or bucket of water.

How to Start a Campfire

Follow this effective method for building a fire.

Create a fire ring. Choose a level spot on the ground to build your fire. Use your hands to create a circular area that is free of rocks and debris. Use any rocks you’ve cleared away to form a ring around the cleared area. If you have a shovel, you can use it to dig a fire pit. (A fire pit may be necessary in poor weather conditions.)

Use small sticks to create a platform. Place several small sticks or twigs flat against the ground to cover the base of your fire ring. This creates a platform that allows airflow beneath the tinder.

Build up tinder. Next, gather dry grass, leaves, birch bark, and/or pine needles and place them on top of the sticks. You can also use cotton balls, dryer lint, or sawdust if you have it.

Light the fire. If you have matches or a lighter on hand, use them to light the tinder. Alternatively, you can use flint or a bow drill to light the fire.

Slowly add kindling. Use a hatchet or knife to break down small pieces of wood. Add a few small pieces of firewood to the lit tinder. Slowly add larger pieces until you have a sizable flame.

Add larger logs. Begin to add larger logs in a teepee or log cabin formation. Use dry wood to avoid excessive smoking and smoldering.

Tips for Starting a Fire

Whether you’re an avid camper or a beginner fire-builder, improve your fire-making skills with these tips.

Keep a flint stick on hand when camping or backpacking. When venturing into the wilderness, it’s wise to keep a flint stick on hand. A flint stick is made of combustible magnesium. The tool comes with a steel striker. Use the striker (or a knife) to make magnesium shavings on top of dry tinder. Knock the striker against the stick to make sparks over the shavings. The sparks will ignite the shavings and catch the tinder on fire.

If the ground is wet, build an upside-down fire. When a wet forest floor threatens to soak your kindling, build your fire upside down. Place three to four larger logs on the bottom, then rotate smaller logs at a ninety-degree angle and stack them on top. Repeat this with increasingly smaller pieces of wood. Top with your tinder and kindling.

Practice the bow drill method. The bow drill method uses friction to create an ember. It consists of a fireboard, hand drill, and bowstring. Rapidly rub the hand drill against the fireboard until enough heat is made to create an ember, which you can then use for starting a fire.

Use the battery and steel wool method. If you have a nine-volt battery and steel wool, you can easily start a fire. Place a small bundle of steel wool in the middle of your tinder. Make contact with a nine-volt battery and the steel wool should immediately ignite.

Create a fire using a magnifying glass. In a pinch, a magnifying glass can harness heat from the sun in order to start a fire. Hold the magnifying glass up to the sun so that a concentrated beam of light is produced on your tinder. If weather conditions are right, it should produce enough heat to create an ember.

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yooo I would love to see prompt #29: carving Jack o’ lanterns with angel dust x gn!reader please❤️ I feel like it would be so funny to visualize😂

Ofc! Thank you for requesting anonnie! <3

CARVING JACK-O’-LANTERNS

It was a bright autumn afternoon. There was a light breeze, which was very uncommon in the burning depths of hell, and the pentagram in the sky was glowing. Why? It was almost Halloween, and every year on the thirty-first of October, Lucifer would light up the pentagram completely. You had been sitting in the hotel lobby, carving one of your famous pumpkins. Over the years, you had gotten pretty good, learning everything you could about carving small details. You were carving keekee’s face into a Jack-o’-lantern, having grown fond of the one-eyed black cat, whom always seemed to be curling up and taking a nap on your lap.

You had completely tuned out everyone in the lobby, making you the perfect target for someone’s schemes. You suddenly feel a hand on your back, making you drop your box-cutter. You let out a small shriek and turn around, only to be met with pink eyes and white fur. “Angel!” You groan, picking up your box-cutter. Angel grins mischievously, not looking sorry at all for startling you. “Heh, gotcha good! You should've seen your face, toots.” He glances down at your pumpkin carving. “Wow, that's some seriously creepy shit.” You roll your eyes. “You didn’t have to sneak up on me.”

​​Angel leans against the armchair beside you, crossing his arms over his chest. “Nah, where's the fun in that? Besides, it’s almost Halloween.” He pokes at your cheek, grinning. “Whatever.” You pick up one of the smaller carving tools and continue carving keekee’s ears. Angel's grin widens as he plops down beside you, stealing the tool from your hand. “Oh, lemme help with that.” You carefully watch as he brings the small intricate knife closer and closer to the ghostly white pumpkin. “You’d better not mess it up!” You warn.

Angel starts carving, his fingers deft as he adds more detail to keekee's face, as he uses his second pair of arms to keep the pumpkin in place. “Relax toots, I've got this. I've watched you do it enough times, remember?” He hums to himself, clearly enjoying himself. You watch as he gently carves, all four of his hands at work, tenderly shaping the pumpkin. Angel finishes carving keekee's face, then holds up the pumpkin with a proud grin. “There ya go! Ain't it perfect?” He turns it this way and that, admiring his handiwork.

“That’s actually really good.” You gently take the top of the pumpkin and place a red candle inside, lighting it up. The two of you walk to the fireplace mantle and place it right above the intricate white fireboard, beneath the wreath made of orange and yellow fall leaves Charlie had found outside one day while taking a stroll with Vaggie. “Thanks Angel!” You say, squealing as you hug him. Angel's grin widens even more as you hug him, and he wraps all four of his arms around you in a tight embrace. “Heheh, anytime toots. We make a great team, don't cha think?” You smile. “We do.”

[veikkoalen]

fireboarding

[bridememes]

KEY & PEELE SENTENCE STARTERS ♡

you can replace pronouns/change wording around as you'd like! please do not steal and put into your own sentence starters or prompts!

"I've got a rare condition that makes me unlikable."

"I am a REAL, REAL person in here!"

"There's no need to do some crazy shit with a sandwich container and a juice box."

"The fact that you think I need a man's permission to raise my hand is insane."

"Forget the marbles, boy!"

"No, I'M the loco one in this gang!"

"I mean, that's not loco that's just like...financially irresponsible?"

"You're never ever going to catch me sitting in a chair"

"I'm gonna throw you out the goddamn window"

"You all just saw her turn into two little girls, right?"

"Greece...where the yogurt flows like water"

"I'm gonna snap his dick off with a divine kegel"

"You've got to fireboard those mother-jammers"

"Mother fucker, that's called a JOB!"

"I want to take all the prosthetic legs in the hospital and bind them together with the flesh of the dead."

"Insubordinate and churlish!"

"Now high-five and say DRUGS!"

"Yup, I hit that....sexually"

"Once you hit the freeway you WILL turn into a robot"

"I have since looked up the terms literally and figuratively. I have learned where as I was not incorrect - they did not mean what I though they meant."

"I almost totally just got mugged right now."

"Then I might just shoot up the whole place with the gun I'm hiding in my ass."

"Make sure you use a serrated blade to cut their faces off."

"You better be sick, dead, or mute."

"Terrier-ist! The phone call said terrier-ist! Me and my friends, we.. we breed dogs, and we write fiction! We discuss terrier-ist plots-"

[inspofromancientworld]

Gods of Antiquity: Fire Deities

Source: https://www.rawpixel.com/search/fire%20public%20domain

Fire has been important to humans from long before Homo sapiens walked on the earth. It kept the night from being overwhelmingly desolate and dangerous for our eyes that aren't adapted to low light to and cooked food that allowed our brains to grow to their current size. Until recently, it was believed that the sun was a fire in the sky, explaining its light and heat. Fire holds a special mesmerism to us still, as well as being one of the most dangerous naturally occurring forces in nature.

Some cultures have multiple fire deities, depending on the source and purpose of the fire. For example, the Yorùbá people have an Orisha for blacksmiths' fires in Ògún, one for fire related to thunder and lightning in Ṣàngó, who is also able to breathe fire when angered, and another for sunlight and heat in Aggayú. Some cultures have a gods that brought fire to humans, such as Mixcoatl of the Aztec, who was a hunting god who brought fire to humans by inventing the fire drill, the method of rotating a stick rapidly against a stationary piece of wood, called a spindle and fireboard respectively. There are some cultures that link fire with the arts, such as Nusku of the Sumerian Nuska, who was also the god of fire and light, the sukkal, vizier or advisor of Enlil, the god of earth, air, wind, and storms.

The two most common types of fire gods are those of the hearth and those of the forge. Many cultures have the two types of fire separated as they hold very different domains, with many of the hearth deities being goddesses, but this is not universal. For example, Koujin is the Japanese god of the hearth and kitchen. The deities that watch over the forge, however, are nearly universally masculine. Sometimes these gods are to keep the fires going, such as Vesta of the Romans, to protect them from going out, which could be potentially dangerous. Other gods are there to keep the fires from growing out of control, like Dimstipatis of Lithuanian mythology.

[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 3

Oilpaw thinks Fennelspot isn’t very considerate of others until he surprises her with something nice. Oilpaw has recovered by now.

[Image ID: Oilpaw and Fennelspot face each other. Text to the side of Oilpaw reads - CONDITION: SHOCK, + PLATONIC LIKE: FENNELSPOT. The following conversation between Oilpaw and Fennelspot plays out in blue boxes over their heads:

Oilpaw: “Are you… being nice to me?”

Fennelspot: “No…”

Oilpaw: “Are you secretly a nice person?”

Fennelspot. “No. Leave.”]

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“You would think a tom who talks to the dead would believe us when we say we see a giant frog walking through the forest,” Oilpaw grumbled as she and Carnationkit, only a moon from her own apprenticeship, practiced their paw-drilling. Carnationkit was a natural. It only took her a few minutes to make smoke rise from her fireboard. Meanwhile, Oilpaw had been working for an hour and she might as well have tried to start the fire with her mind.

“Well, it’s a weird story,” Carnationkit said. The breeze caught the smoke and blew it in her face. Carnationkit coughed and dropped her spindle. 

“I know that, but it really scared me!” Oilpaw groaned. “He could have been a bit more considerate. Even Weedfoot needed something to calm her down! He’s such a weird cleric. I got to meet the WheatClan cleric, Bubblemoon, at the Gathering yesterday. He’s way cooler than Fennelspot. I can’t believe he used to be Fennelspot’s apprentice.”

“Fennelspot was probably a different tom when he lived in WheatClan,” Carnationkit sighed.

As though the pair had summoned a warrior of StarClan, Fennelspot emerged from the small white ship that sat against the main shipwreck, RippleClan’s medicine den. He called, “Oilpaw! Come here for a moment.” Oilpaw sighed and put down her drill.

“Wish me luck,” Oilpaw chuckled before heading to the medicine den. 

Inside, Fennelspot had his collection of herbs sitting on the broken wood and stones that gutted the white ship. Baskets, firkins, and even a few pots lined the walls with all of Fennelspot’s valuable medical mixtures. Part of Oilpaw wanted to test the effects of each mixture on herself, if Fennelspot wouldn’t kill her for it.

“Weedfoot has you practicing fire-starting, right?” Fennelspot asked. The tom fiddled with drying leaves resting in the upper crannies of the den.

“Yes…” Oilpaw said carefully, like Fennelspot was trying to bait her into a trap.

“Well,” Fennelspot gulped, “if you’re going to keep failing, you might as well practice an easier method.” He plucked something shiny from his shelf of herbs. It looked like one of the flat rocks Downstar built the oven out of, but made of crystal.

“What is this?” Oilpaw gasped.

“Glass,” Fennelspot explained. “WheatClan sometimes steals this from the humans. I got a few shards from Bubblemoon at the Gathering. If you hold it up to the sun and point the reflected light onto the wood, it should start to burn after a while.” Oilpaw ran a paw over the smooth surface of the glass.

“Are you… being nice to me?” she asked.

“No…” Fennelspot mumbled. “Just sparing you some humiliation.”

“Are you secretly a nice person?” Oilpaw chuckled.

“No,” Fennelspot whined. “Leave. I have things to do.” Oilpaw picked up the glass and trotted out of the den with her tail high in the air. Maybe Fennelspot wasn’t so bad!

(Oilpaw: 7, female, charismatic, morbidly curious)

(Fennelspot: 60, male, insecure, valuable insight, incredible runner)

Puddlespeckle rethinks his life choices.

[Image ID: Puddlespeckle sits in the middle of the screen with + DISLIKE: WEEDFOOT underneath him]

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Carnationkit was old enough to watch herself without Puddlespeckle hovering over her. She was basically a little apprentice at this point, helping with whatever camp chores Downstar and her cronies asked for. So Puddlespeckle was stuck in the elder’s den on a grotesquely pleasant early autumn day.

Puddlespeckle had a good view of the rest of camp from his nest. Fennelspot, Downstar, and Weedfoot shared tongues in the shadow of the shipwreck, muttering about something or other. StarClan, it made him sick. A SlugClan cat was his leader now. And worse, his own daughter was subordinate to her. He turned his back to the Clan.

Maybe he should have refused Weedfoot’s pleas. He could have stuck it out as a loner. Perhaps, as Weedfoot and her little Clan of traitors formed their Clan, Puddlespeckle could have returned to AshClan and begged Autumnstar for forgiveness. Sure, he was right to exile Puddlespeckle, Weedfoot hurt their Clan and he was her father. They needed to root out the wet leaves so the ashes could burn again.

It was too late now. Puddlespeckle gave his daughter another chance. Look where it left him. A useless elder in a useless Clan.

(Puddlespeckle: 129, male, strict, good hunter, good kitsitter)

Carnationkit plucks a bird and puts the feathers in her nest.

[Image ID: Carnationkit sits in a nest covered in white pixel feathers. The text under her reads + DISLIKE: DOWNSTAR, SCRUBMASK. A text box to the left reads “Carnationkit, what happened to this bird?” A text box above Carnationkit reads “Uh… mange?”]

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Carnationkit tucked the feathers along the edge of her lone nest in the nursery. Each one was long, white, and silky. She rubbed her face against the feathers and settled deep into the nest. Blurry memories of a warm belly and a gentle voice drifted to the surface when Carnationkit touched the feathers. Maybe they would bring a little life back to the empty nursery. With one wall against the jagged shipwreck and one wall formed from water-smoothed stones, the barren den trapped Carnationkit inside with nothing but that small, fluffy nest to keep her company.

“Carnationkit,” someone called, “what happened to this bird?” Downstar and Scrubmask appeared outside the den. Scrubmask carried a seagull whose pink skin peeked out from its feather-bare wings. The two older mollies locked their eyes on Carnationkit’s feathers.

“Uh…” Carnationkit gulped, covering her treasures, “mange?”

“Carnationkit, please don’t play with the prey,” Downstar sighed. “If you want feathers, let me know and I’ll pluck the bird. Bird feathers can carry disease if you aren’t careful.”

“Please don’t take them,” Carnationkit whined. “They’re really soft! The nursery gets cold at night!” Carnationkit pulled her feathers close and hid them under her chin.

“I won’t take them,” Downstar groaned, “just… please don’t play with the prey. Alright? It’s a rule in the code.” Downstar shook her head and slipped away. Scrubmask stared at Carnationkit in a way that made her fur prickle. Eventually, the quiet warrior followed Downstar back into camp.

“I just wanted some company,” Carnationkit grumbled, burrowing her nose in her feathers.

(Carnationkit: 5, female, sweet, splashes in puddles)

(Downstar: 62, female, adventurous, valuable insight, very clever)

(Scrubmask: 20, female, gloomy, good hunter, fast runner)

[hapyvika]

skateboard brainrot… begun drawing self insert x canon..

1st drawing is boomshotboard + firework i do not have a name for that

fireboard?

[frostbite-yinny]

could fireboarding get it out of you?

My lips are sealed.

[moby-dick-one-sentence-at-a-time]

He then went about his evening prayers, took out his idol, and removed the paper fireboard.

1 billion notes and i free him

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[gynkgobilobo]

ninth circle of hell fireboarding

um. i dont think thats true...

[noxaeternaetc]

Gottardo Segantini (1882-1974) Lake Sils with a view of Maloja, 1960. Oil on fireboard, 64,5 x 83 cm.

[cirolik]

Fucking sound channel and 5/8ths fireboard like actually fuck my life hanging drywall is evil

[blinkaholik1]

American Art

Stephanie Koch Media 111 South Michigan Avenue Chicago, IL 60601 Art Institute of Chicago (168) The HelenBowen Blair Gallery Looking Glass 1790/1810 New York, New York Gilt gesso, pine, and eglomise Gift of the Antiquarian Society, 1925.100 Pier Table 1790/1810 Baltimore, Maryland Mahonogany, yellow popular, white oak, yellow pine, and marble Corner, Basin Stand 1780/1800 Connecticut or New Jersey Mahogany with white pine and cherry James J. and Marshall Field Fund, Jeffrey Shedd gift of Mrs. John Paul Welling, 1991.205.12 (169) The Robert R. McMormick Gallery American, 17801819 Mantel 1818 Wood Restricted gift of the Antiquarian Society, 1951.266 Possibly “stimp” (active about 1820) Oil on panel Restricted gift of the Antiquarian Society Quinn E. Delaney Fund; restricted gift of Mrs. Herbert A. Vance, Charles C. Hafferner III, and Jan Pavlovic, 2011.44 The fireplace and hearth served as the center of eighteenth and early nineteenthcentury American homes. In larger houses that had fireplaces in more than one room, they were often, “dressed up” with paintings hung about the mantel and fireboards. The latter were especially common during the during summer months, when they were utilized to beautify the gapping hole of the unused fireplace. This fireboard was painted right around 1820, when John Moseley completed the construction of a house on Main Street North In Southbury, Connecticut. reserve.ChicagoBooth.edu transcription 01/09/2019