#hand pyrographed

[amayassm]

I'm starting a devlog

Do I want to document every step of how slow I am at creation so that everyone will know I physically cannot launch things in a timely fashion? No. But do I have to?

Well, considering the insane amount of AI slop coming out nowadays, absolutely. For the same reason I now try to document my wips instead of posting finished pieces and every other genuine artist now posts screenshots with the drawing software UI, I feel that documenting the process in itself is an essential part of creating anything with your own hands.

So I have a visual novel project. And there is... a concerning amount of visual novel AI crap. It's not good, or even decent, but there is no more effective way to estabilish your work's worth than to show that it took you time, and that it has soul, and that you made it with love. So this is what I will be logging.

Now, to clarify... I have an insane amount of projects. My visnovel script is but one of them. I think I may start actually blogging processes for multiple creative endeavors. Considering my... remarkable.... lack of updates, would you guess I do fibercrafts? Or that I still draw lots of fanart that I don't post anywhere because they're low quality? (Or for things that I don't want tied to my image? I done quite a bit of nsfẁ fanart for friends, I'm an adult with drawing skills, of course I have.)

Like, you wouldn't know I just finished a crochet plushie, or that I've been halfway through a character sheet for my baldur's gate character for half a year now that I can't bring myself to post because it's not to my satisfaction, or that I have made lots of pencil art of my tabletop rpg characters, but it's not finished work, so I don't post it. You wouldn't know I'm sowing together a giant plush d12. You wouldn't know I did a gorgeous nordic pyrography on a leather sheath for my dad's knife. I'm so proud of it, but like... nobody knows. I don't post it. It's not art that gets likes, so why would I?

Well, that ends now. As of today, this blog will contain text posts with all of my trash and lots of written info. You can filter these out if you wish as they will be tagged with wip or log. But I'm logging ALL THE THINGS. Embroidery? Making a clay sculpt? All of it. (Well, not the nsfẃ stuff, but if I do that it's getting registered verbally.)

Next up in my life I'll be pyrographing a wooden pendulum board for divination (Yes I'm into that too. Maybe someday I'll make a tarot deck, card printing is also something I wanna make for mtg tokens!) and some wooden napkin loops for my family. And that's getting DOCUMENTED baby.

If you read this far thank you and tell me if you'd mind seeing bone cleaning or if that's too gross for you! I have bird bones to pick out of my decomposition thingy and I'm dreading opening it, but I might be motivated if I document it. Yes Vulture Culture is ALSO something I do. Yes I have too many hobbies, as you can probably tell.

[talentforlying]

@savagecowboy: Severen pulls on the cigarette, the glow casting firelight into his eyes. He sighs through a mouthful of smoke something both ominous and honest, “there are so many ways to be torn in half”. — HOW TO BE EATEN STARTERS

' you must be a riot at kids' parties. '

the correlating side-eye is immediate and wary, but the cigarette keeps him still: a little cherry-red beacon flashing hands occupied, mind elsewhere. the cigarette's a sacred thing. there's been worse things said on the end of a trail of smoke, filtered down to inaction by virtue of the simple, common principle that is "waste not, want not" — you don't put out a perfectly good cig just to rip someone up. it's not on.

. . . although with severen, the shite that most people count for sacred usually looks more like strawberry jam when he's done with it.

' i mean, you'd know, eh? ' he jerks his chin towards severen's cigarette hand, waving his own vaguely around his face, with fingers wiggling like spider's legs to paint an indelicate mirror of webbing-white scars. there's curiosity behind the pantomime, not judgment: the unmistakable scorching stare of pyrographic eyes doused down to a spark of passing interest. ( maybe not the most delicate line of questioning when vivisection may or may not be on the table. ah, well. ) ' figure you'd make a game of it, at some point. pain and pleasure, indivisible, like they say in that pinhead movie. just how many times has someone tried to do you in, so far? ' always handy to know the odds.

[lemnivor]

lavanda proaspăt culeasă https://goo.gl/aFwrDn

[pyroartie]

This delightful wall plaque would happily adorn any wall.  The wishes being true from gifter to recipient.  I do hope it finds a loving home as it took a long time to create the flower circle!

This is a hand drawn, pyrographed, painted and finished wall plaque.  The painting was a challenge too!  I hope you like the idea. It  is made of beautiful sycamore and is a little weighty!

I pride myself in producing the best looking, longest lasting pieces that will fit perfectly in any home. Great for yourself, or a gift for anyone.

Find this in my etsy shop...

https://www.etsy.com/shop/PyroArtbyMarian

[spicehill]

the shimmering shields made of his own fire and ms. navia's stone seem to take most of the oncoming assault -- and when they do finally break, it's not from the repeated attacks directed at him, but rather -- an exploding bulb on the field. but without these shields, it sounds like miss march and miss sedene are in less than ideal shape -- a shame he wasn't really that kind of healer anymore. in response to sedene's offer, though -- "that is quite generous of you miss, but aren't you in a little more need of it than I am at this moment?" -- he takes another star anise to ready between fingertips regardless.

Jiaoqiu 8/10HP rolls 5+1 energy.  [2 energy] Jiaoqiu 8/10HP uses Scorch Onslaught on Daythunder 25/29HP. -6 HP (+1 from Ashen Roast, +1 from Restitution) Daythunder 19/29HP, -3 HP (+1 from Ashen Roast) Floral Ring-Dancer 37.5/58HP, -4 HP (+1 from Ashen Roast, +1 from Restitution) Desert Clearwater 28/49HP.  Restitution triggers! Desert Clearwater and Daythunder are inflicted with Entanglement! +4HP, Jiaoqiu 10/10HP +1 stack of Ashen Roast each.

with the aroma of spice thickening on the looming, foggy foes and a little more vitality restored, he doesn't quite see it coming when, once again, the enemy strikes back -- this time quite hard. jiaoqiu flinches -- his back is missing that shield about now, really -- but there's still enough energy in him for another strike. perhaps even a big one. "alright, then. since we're already here..."

[4 energy] Jiaoqiu 6/10HP uses Pyrograph Arcanum on all enemies. -6 HP (+2 from Ashen Roast, +1 from Restitution) Daythunder 13/29HP  -6 HP (+2 from Ashen Roast, +1 from Restitution) Desert Clearwater 22/49HP -5 HP (+2 from Ashen Roast)  Floral Ring-Dancer 32.5/58HP Prototype Amber passive triggers! +2 HP for self, +1 HP for all allies.  Jiaoqiu 8/10HP, March 7th 5/10HP, Navia 9/13HP,  Sedene 4/10HP  

a surprised brow cocks as a wave of healing comes with the splash of the molten hotpot that surrounds their enemy -- jiaoqiu looks to the fan in his hand, then holds it much closer to his face. has something changed about it? since when did his hotpot cause that kind of healing? "how peculiar..." a sigh, and a shrug. "I may be a doctor, but I can't say that happens normally with my skillset -- are you all feeling a little better, at least?"

　❅　once is happenstance, twice is coincidence.

spiral abyss  |  floor two　 ▪  ▪  ▪ 　team five

[pyrodecor]

Finished up the Pagan Wheel of the Year clock! Made the hands glow in the dark, they seemed to blend in a bit too much without it. #pyrodecor #pyrographer #pyrography #pyrographyartistsofinstagram #pyrographersofinstagram #woodburning #wheeloftheyear #wheeloftheyearart #calendarwheel #calendar #pagancalendar #wiccancalendar #pagansofinstagram #paganwheeloftheyear #pagan #lifedeathrebirth #paganholiday #paganholidays #paganyear #astology #astrologysigns #celticknot #solstice #equinox #handmadecalendar #handmade #supporthandmade #glowinthedark #clock #handmadeclock https://www.instagram.com/p/Ced4gcOLIsA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[thelostmadrigals]

🔥≻|| drabble ; fuega ||≺🔥

The six year old Fuega hurried along excitedly from her room, a square present wrapped in neat paper with a little bow in her little hands as she sought out her Abuela. This was a long shot but she wanted to see, had to see if Abuela would like the things she could give! She took the flowers Isabela made her, so it stood to reason that now, she could take her gifts too.

Inside the paper was a carved box, but Tio Felix had shown her ways to pyrograph art onto it’s surface with the metal rods her crafting bench had in her room; she liked that he found that for her. That there would be more use to her gift than destruction.

Something she could show her Abuela. 

Maybe then Abuela would like her just as much as Isabela.

Her brown eyes caught the familiar maroon before she jumped the last few steps, to casita’s irritation of tile clatters, before calling out to her.

“Abuela?” 

Abuela was almost at the door, a plant pot in hand though turned to her, a frown on her face. “What happened, Fuega?” there was a low level in her voice that Fuega didn’t like but she ignored that.

“I... I made you a present.” She said, holding it out to her. “I got it here?”

Abuela’s eyes flickered down to it. “I can’t open that right now, Fuega?”

“Why not?”

Abuela inhaled deeply, her faced lined with impatient. “I have work to go in the town. I can open it later.” From her side, she clicked open the pocket watch then groaned. “I have to go.”

Fuega’s shoulders sagged but said nothing as Abuela readjusted and hurried from the doors, leaving Fuega to start steaming in the spot. Abuela didn’t want her present. Didn’t want what she could do... She sniffled, her eyes welling with tears. 

The box in her hand caught, flames curling the paper, seeping into the wood that darkened and charred before she let it slip and drop to the door into a smouldering mess. 

Abuela didn’t want her gift. Fine. She won’t get one.

Her hands clenched, turning and began to stomp up the steps, smoke replacing steam as anger overoad her upset. She was trying to be nice. Clearly she didn’t appreciate her trying either. Fine, she won’t try with Abuela either. 

[sarahdesigns]

A little hand painted pendant to show you today 🎈 #linkinbio #balloons #redballoon #heart #heartpendant #handmade #handmadeuk #crafting #acrylicart #artonwood #pyrographer #christmas #christmasshopping #unusualart #uniquegifts #giftideas #giftfinder #sarahbell #sarahdesigns #sarahdesignsuk #folksy #folksyshop #folksyseller #shoplocal #madeinstaffordshire #staffordshireartists (at Endon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWoqXkBocvZ/?utm_medium=tumblr

[valastiorragypsywitch]

I've been working on a range of rune sets taking you from absolute beginner, intermediate to advanced. Firstly let me say I know the designs aren't perfect, I have arthritic hands and don't like using stencils so I draw the design first then pyro over it. I keep my prices low to reflect the lack of quality. As a priestess of Frigga and advanced rune reader, I do, however, infuse every rune with magical intention so that disc holds the magic of that rune and also the designs on the boxes are infused with the intention of the design. The aegishelmer will protect your rune set. The pentagram will do the same but also infuses the whole set with elemental magic too for those rune workers like me who work with more than just heathen magic. The vegvisir is infused with compass magic keeping you focused on your intention when using your runes. The first set of pics is for the intermediate worker which depicts the rune with its name for £12 with free Royal blue velvet bag + optional £7 for one of my medium size pyrographed boxes and a bag. In this case an aegishelmer for protection. The second is my advanced set with just the runes on which is £10 with red velvet bag + optional £5 for one of my small boxes with a vegvisir compass design. The 3rd is an absolute beginner set with the rune plus traditional and modern meanings on the front & the name and corresponding English letter on the back. This set is done in ink but am working on a pyro set that will be £17 because of the extra work it requires. It also comes with a royal blue velvet bag and will fit in the medium size box minus the bag for £15 + optional additional for the box. Large boxes haven't been finished yet but will be £10. I also have my pocket set I'll post in full when I've done all the finishing touches, they will be £5. If you're interested I can also personalise with your name in runes pyrographed on the boxes at no extra cost. UK postage £4.40 2nd class recorded DM for details. #runes #runesforsale #runereader #runereading #heathen #heathenry #asatru #divination #divinationtools #vikings #gypsylife #travellingwitch #travellingpsychic #valastiorra https://www.instagram.com/p/CSEyEgqjo2Q/?utm_medium=tumblr

[yespolkadotkitty]

Would you PLEASE do another Jaskier x reader? PLEASE

Staring at the Stars, pt 1

A/N - I don’t own the lyrics, they’re from Welly Boots by The Amazing Devil.

It’s his second night playing in the tavern. There’s a bigger crowd tonight, and they’re hanging on every word that passes his lips. Every word of the raucous Fishmonger’s Daughter and every whisper of the heartbreaking Her Sweet Kiss and everything in between.

Your father had offered any bard of some renown free beer, food and board for performing, to draw in customers - humid summer nights were sometimes bad for trade, as people drank home-brewed moonshine in their own fields, lying in the grass, staring at the stars above their chimneys.

But not tonight. Tonight Jaskier drew them like a moth to a flame, and you could see why.

In a brief break from serving heaving dishes of beef stew and vegetable broth, both provided with lashings of herbs and chunky bread, you leant on the smooth, worn bar top, chin in hand and elbow between rows of tankards, listening, listening and dreaming.

And when you scream that it's not fair

It's like I've gone off to the coast

Left you behind just standing there

Pretending not to see your ghost

His gaze flickered over the tavern’s patrons as he sung, those clever fingers strumming his lute, his eyes blazing blue in his face. If it seemed like he looked at you a time or two, well, you were sure you’d imagined that. You were just another wench in just another tavern on the road.

And he would go on the road again - you were sure of that because of the hulking figure in dark leather brooding at the back of the tavern, a steaming plate of stew (his second) in front of him. Every so often you caught him looking at Jaskier with something akin to fondness, and it warmed your heart.

So, Jaskier would move on. And you, you wouldn’t.

You turned away, listening but unable to daydream anymore when there was ale to be poured.

The song ended and you sighed. No matter, you’d hear it again in your head for many nights.

“Some of that delightful honeyed mead, if you would, sweet lady.”

You froze. Never had you imagined hearing that in Jaskier’s voice, directed at you. You looked around for a second, but no other barmaid had come to join you.

“Of-of course,” you stammered.

“It’s as sweet as your face,” he continued, resting his elbows on the bar, so close you could see the grey shot through his blue, blue eyes. His lute was slung casually over his back and he was so beautiful that it hurt to breathe.

“Please, don’t,” you murmured as you poured him the drink, sliding it over the bar top, worn smooth by years of doing exactly this. You didn’t want his easy, false flattery.

Jaskier wrapped his hands around the tankard. You wondered if he’d have calluses from years of playing, and how they’d feel on your skin.

“All right,” he said, taking a sip of the ale. You watched his throat work as he swallowed. “Then I’ll say that I haven’t been able to forget your face since Geralt and I last passed this way.”

That made your hand falter as you stoppered the ale keg, and you turned to look at him, knowing you were probably wide-eyed, but unable to help it. “I... “ You face coloured, felt hot. “You say that to all the wenches.”

“He doesn’t,” rumbled a voice to your left, and you started, finding the huge Witcher standing over you. For such a large man, the largest you’d ever seen, he moved as silent as a ghost.

“Gods, would you wear a bell? ” Jaskier demanded.

“Jaskier talks a lot of horseshit, but he’s never lied. And I’ve listened to him enough, believe me,” the Witcher continued, as if Jaskier hadn't spoken, as you refilled his tankard.

“Yeah, thanks, Geralt,” Jaskier returned dryly as the Witcher disappeared back into the shadows of the tavern, presumably to brood and drink alone.

“What do you want?” you asked softly as Jaskier drew circles on the bar top with his finger.

He lifted his sky blue gaze to yours. “Conversation, company, a muse to write songs about?” There was mischief in the smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth, and there was a promise dancing in his eyes, and you wanted it more than you wanted your next breath.

But you also didn’t want to be just another notch on the bard’s bedpost, no matter what the Witcher had said.

“And?” you asked.

His mouth grew solemn. “And someone to share secrets with, in the dark.” He lifted the lute over his head and turned the instrument over. There, on the back of the lute, pyrographed, was your name. “Geralt’s right. I don’t lie.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, your mouth went dry. You looked into his eyes and said: “Meet me tonight, under the willow tree with the faerie door.”

Jaskier reached over the bar and cupped your cheek, his touch warm and sure on your skin. “Until then.”

Thanks to my beta, @hopelessromanticspoonie

Tagging some people who might like this: @just-the-hiddles @unwhithered @coriesocks @owillofthewisps@tardigrape @jaskierhastwohands

[sovietpostcards]

I ransacked a school and I now have two wooden Lenins (one painted, the other pyrographed), Soviet Union anthem on plexiglas, hand-painted USSR emblem, and a bunch of cardboard-lined school charts. Treasures!!

[enkarg]

COVID-19 Quarantine Handicrafts (part 1)

With so much time in our hands, there’s opportunity to do all those ideas that normally pass us by, so...

This is a pyrographed wooden sign I made. The quote is a motto the main characters say often in the Nightrunner series, by Lynn Flewelling. Quoting from Wikipedia:

‘Nightrunning’ refers to espionage, the principal occupation of the series’ two protagonists, Seregil and Alec. The books also explore sexuality and gender roles, presenting a world where bi- and homosexuality are as accepted as heterosexuality, as well as a realm (Skala) which is ruled by Queens rather than Kings, and in whose army women warriors have a major role.

I totally recommend that you read it.

Keep yourselves safe and strong!

And luck in the shadows and in the light for all of you!

[rarepancakesauce]

Dumbest things i ever got in trouble for in school: Fr3AK Edition:

Old School: (Most of these involve my math teacher who was a hoe. Shoutout to mrs.h - the worst teacher who ever teached ever)

Having hiccups in class and not managing to be quiet

Drawing a picture of toad from mario on my math test “Sorry your princess is on another sheet of paper”

Refusing to stay for detention because i had to retake an important test i missed , teacher proceeded to lie to the principal about it but the teacher i had to retake the test with vouched for me.

bringing a sock puppet to math class because my teacher refused to talk to me or give me a worksheet because “You dont do shit anyways”

Had appendicitis and couldnt stand up to do a verbal test in mathclass

Bonus Shenanigans from carpentry school

Not doing any work bc engineering teacher didnt give me any instruction because i was sick and “the world doesnt revolve around you” so i began doodling in my sketchbook because i work as a pyrographer and she then threatened to tell my boss i was drawing in class. 

Answering a question without raising my hand first because everyone in the room was talking motorcycles and boobs and not paying attention and i was getting bored 

Wanting to use Abestos in a fictional home i was building for a test

not waiting the teachers instructions and just making the requested stencil on CAD without waiting for the others. 

[lemnivor]

cutie de pică

[pyroartie]

Jason (Voorhees) is a serial killer and the main antagonist of the Friday the 13th films. A deformed murderer who is known for wearing a hockey mask to cover his deformities and killing those who dare to step foot in Crystal Lake out of vengeance for his mother Pamela. I understand Stephen King is after writing a novel about Jason. Can't wait for that!

This hand drawn and pyrographed,  finished coaster is one I enjoyed doing immensely, as I am an avid horror fan. I hope you feel I have done this character justice. The drinks coaster, or whatever use you have in mind,  is made of beautiful, hard wearing North American Maple.  

You can find it in my Etsy shop...

https://www.etsy.com/shop/PyroArtbyMarian

[teamfreewill9324-blog]

Wooden book, pyrographed, hand made. Lord of the rings inspired

https://www.etsy.com/pl/listing/726446079/wooden-book-lord-of-the-rings-map-middle