#glassblown

[420mermaid]

Amber Cowan

#Amber Cowan #pink #glass #handmade #glassblown #art piece #art

[disarmluna]

#glassbaby #candles #candle #so much fun #glassblown

[casualmuffindreamerspy-blog]

I love my Sage advice mini warmer. This sweet mini warmer won’t steer you wrong! A leafy pattern is sandblasted out of a soft green background for a flourishing finish. . https://barbiegurl.scentsy.ca/shop/p/69196/sage-advice-mini-warmer . #sage #SageAdvice #miniwarmer #scentsy #glassblown #scentsylover https://www.instagram.com/p/CnWPDyYuCh_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#sage #sageadvice #miniwarmer #scentsy #glassblown #scentsylover

[striniartglass]

Table Lamp TLL.008016-

Promotional Pricing includes US Air Shipping

Gold Luster/Wave 

18.6"H x 9.6"W

ON and OFF switch is on the cord. 

Three E12 LED bulbs included. Two on top and one inside the base of the lamp. Each Lamp is unique. All are Signed and Dated by Artist Rick Strini.

 Inquire for custom orders of pairs, different sizes, styles or colors

.Celebrating five (5) decades of award winning achievements, Rick Strini continues to innovate in his field with blown, fused, slumped and illuminated glass of the highest quality.

#artglass #art #handblownglass #blown glass #contemporary #decorated #glass #glassblown #lighting #handmade #maui #lamp

[exitwound]

like snow on the beach

#my oregon coast my huge sand heart my frothed beat breathing into the glassblown swell #My tundra! My best brutal coast #z.heic

[vahrid]

⚡️art dump!⚡️

it’s been a minute since I last posted my art, and in that time i have managed to fall into Genshin, Demon Slayer, and Bungo Stray Dogs so- more OCs! Also, Devyn because I love her

#can i tag everyone properly let’s find out #OC: Malfunction Hero | Chiyo Otsuka #OC: Neci | Fourth Tassel #OC: Glassblown Hero | Sachiko Tachibana #OC: Wind Dance Hero | Reiko Kobayashi #OC: Undead Pillar | Tsubasa Ōno #OC: Zhi Hao | First Tassel #OC: Anippe/Ama’at | Second Tassel #OC: Eiko Tominaga | Third Tassel #OC: Mamba #OC: Saikō Ema | Breeze Through Bamboo #ok now guess who’s who cause i’m not explaining #vee’s ocs #my art #my sketches #good lord they just keep MULTIPLYING #oh #should i make a tag for my sona? sure why not #Sona: Vee #wooo #oc: devyn taylor | phoenix #oc: jade astor | regnum animale

[quanyails]

My favorite part about modern world-class scientists and mathematicians is how none of them sound real

We've got this guy

won the Fields Medal for his work in plasma physics

reports to the French government about advancements in science and technology

doesn't look out of place as a Hogwarts professor

and this guy

uncovered a KGB hacker conspiracy ring

sells personalized glassblown Klein bottles

from a miniature robotic forklift warehouse under his house

used a slide rule in 2006

thought the internet was a fad

and especially this guy (RIP)

cracked the mystery of the NASA Challenger space shuttle explosion

cracked open safes in the Manhattan Project for funsies

won the Nobel Prize for his work in quantum electrodynamics

played the bongos on the side

couldn't tell left from right

#cedric villani #cliff stoll #clifford stoll #richard feynman #computers #math #maths #hacking #mathematics #physics #science #stem #Considering his profession and taste in fashion #you could call Cedric Villani a true mathemagician

[nylarac]

#try 2 lmao #white elephant

[vanillachaiwhiskey]

Tentacles would sure feel great when you were high and drunk, wouldn't they ?

[id: a moodboard consisting of the following: a yellow-orange glassblown pipe with a curved tentacle-shaped end; four colorful empty shotglasses with tentacle patterns on them; a black alcoholic drink in a saucer glass with a pink sugar rim; a writhing mass of purple tentacles; a hand holding a joint; a glassblown dark green pipe with a slightly curved tentacle-shaped end; a row of empty tall glasses with tentacles etched onto them. end id.]

#.txt #alterposting: shockwave #tentacle kink #tentacle k1nk #asexual kink #because it is not specified as to what the tentacles are doing. i was thinking non-sexual sensation myself. #intox kink #weed intox #alcohol intox #intox #drugs / #catgirlfriend #because it's for her !

[dalle2]

glassblown art of a mushroom with wings

#submission #digital art #dall e #dalle2 #dallemini #ai art #ai artwork #ai image

[genderbinaryisforlosers]

thinking about "sky".......... aabria didn't describe her look besides the masking of the imperial colours (including the hair) but i'm imagining that she looks more like her childhood self - maybe even down to some illusory glasses. maybe wearing a humble red cloak rather than crisp blue. weilding a staff that looks grown from wood instead of glassblown. more than ever like eursulon's sister. almost like... how she might have looked if she grew up a witch instead of a wizard of the citadel

#twtwatwo #wbn spoilers #worlds beyond number #suvirin kedberiket #riley rambles

[emanation-aura]

Albedo and Sucrose, 29?

29. "Tell me the truth."

Albedo's face is unreadable. Sucrose squints through her glasses, trying to ascertain the telltale tics giving away certain emotions, but Albedo has become a blank slate overnight, reverting to the personality she had only known when they were merely acquaintances and not coworkers.

In the middle of a Dragonspine blizzard and snowed into a cave barely big enough for the two of them to stand is not the best time to do this, but perhaps it takes extenuating circumstances to force someone to confront this.

"You've changed, Mr. Albedo," Sucrose doesn't even drop the prefix. "Last week, you were enthusiastically promising Klee a trip to Sumeru. You had the reagents for my anti-seasickness potion set up already! You'd recruited Kaeya to play pirate and hired a crew from Dornman port! Not to mention how excited you were for the Traveler's return. Now, you're just..."

"Nothing's wrong with me," Albedo says, and somehow it's the worst sound that could come out of his mouth. It sounds like choking on sawdust. "My priorities have changed, that's all. There's something new I need to focus on."

"Liar," Sucrose accuses, but she cannot even raise her voice. This is her thought process— these are the logical deductions she makes whenever she has to abandon a commitment, except they're not logical at all, are they? If they were, then Sucrose's heart wouldn't have collapsed under the weight of Klee's disappointment that she can't play with Miss Sucrose today— wouldn't have felt a guilty twinge when she had to turn down an invitation from Fischl and Mona to tea, when in fact she did have a pressing experiment to justify my priorities have changed. Logic is important to life, but it is not an ace-in-the-hole, both of them have discussed and agreed on this, yet—

"You know me, Sucrose," Albedo states, almost too calmly. His perfect blue gaze pierces her down to the bone. "You know who created me. What I am. How I think, using logic instead of emotion. It's strange, yes, but that's just how I am."

"No, it is not!" Sucrose finally puts her foot down. Stupid, stupid Albedo and his ridiculous lack of understanding about himself and the world. "What happened to you?"

She knows Albedo is an artificial homunculus. Sucrose has seen the diagrams he drew, the human body sculpted to the proportions of a circle, the golden ratio. His every limb was crafted, glassblown, by his creator. A homunculus is an artificial creation, ergo, it has no 'soul'.

And yet—

The pure joy in Albedo's eyes when Klee ran up and hugged him. The resigned smile as he cleaned up her solitary confinement room, smoked to seven hells with gunpowder and soot. When Klee got poisoned, and Albedo turned Mondstadt upside down to find the ingredients for the antidote with tears in his eyes. Dare she even think it, the pride in his eyes when Sucrose showed him her invention, contraptions and test tubes rattling to make something worthwhile. There are a thousand moments like these Sucrose has catalogued over the years: all of them are flashing before her eyes now.

Sucrose will be the first to admit she is not the most adept at understanding emotion (which is perhaps why she and Albedo made a good pair, slotting in slightly oddly at the edges of society), but it is completely undeniable, with the evidence put in front of her, that Albedo himself feels emotion too— and deeply, at that. Albedo cannot put his hypothesis out without it falling to pieces due to his own behaviour. As a scientist, how can he not realise?

"You aren't, and have never been, an emotionless robot," Sucrose says, but her voice cracks on robot. Is she crying? The feeling is distant, far away. "You— you love Klee, like your own sister, and it's been that way every since you came to Mondstadt. Your behaviour this week is completely incongruous with how you previously acted towards her, towards everyone—" towards me. "It doesn't make any sense."

"So tell me the truth, Albedo. What happened to you?"

Unnerving silence. The blizzard howls outside, distant landslides rumbling.

Albedo smiles. It stretches across his skin with unnatural width, far too wide to be benign.

(This is the warning sign predators give before they hunt prey.)

"If you really want to know the truth, little Sucrose..."

Guttural. Deep. Layering over itself like an abyssal scream. Sucrose summons a blast of wind just in time to prevent the sword from bisecting her.

"Nothing happened to me. I was simply a failure of a test subject!"

Sucrose looks down. The illusion reveals itself: the pontil mark vanishes itself from Albedo's neck, leaving it unnervingly bare.

'Albedo' smiles, slashing at her again. She blocks again with an all-round blast of wind, but it is a kneejerk defense mechanism more than an organised counterattack. Sooner or later, this 'Albedo' impostor will kill her, and—

A sword comes whistling through the blizzard. Shlink! It punctures what appears to the fake Albedo's lung. The impostor falls, like a puppet with its strings cut, and the winds drag his body out to the storm.

"Sucrose," croaks the real Albedo, emerging from the blizzard covered in bloodstained snow, and then he collapses.

She has never been this glad to see a four-pointed star in her life.

"That was... a prototype... of me," he wheezes in between his blood loss. Sucrose runs her hands over his injured body in alarm, using the caress of her Anemo powers to try and slow the bleeding. "He was... jealous, that I could live..."

Sucrose would like to have some words with Albedo's master and her creations, but she suppresses her feelings on the matter for now in favour of keeping him alive. But then he frowns, and with half-lidded eyes, asks again:

"Sucrose... tell me the truth. You meant... what you said, about the emotionless robot?"

He heard that? Sucrose's ears fold downwards in embarrassment, but she nods.

"Yes." She takes the time to confirm his authenticity, his beautiful imperfection of a pontil mark, barely grazing it by the fingertip. The skin on the four-pointed star feels strangely foreign to the rest of his skin, the same way her ears have a disconnect from her hair. But pressed against him like this, she can hear his heartbeat thudding overtime. Human. Just like me, strange and imperfect. But human.

"Yes, I meant it. You have never been an emotionless robot."

"You have always been just as human as the rest of us."

~~

Enjoy your Sucrose food :D (This deviated slightly from 'hurt/comfort' but Sucrose's emotional anguish should more than count, right? right??)

#genshin impact #sucrose #albedo #hurt/comfort #subject two #fic writing #cw: blood #cw: violence

[ot3]

there's a glass artist i like named jason mcdonald who makes really intricate and unique venetian goblet pieces which in addition to using really complicated bits for stems use cane to create intricate spiral patterns in the cup and foot as well. i was writing a really long ask to to send to you about glass techniques i find very interesting but it all got deleted when i paged away from tumblr mobile to find a picture and i don't want to rewrite the whole thing so i'll just show you this

there's also this guy who my friend sent me a reel from on insta who made this really incredible intricate mech thing out of glass which took sooo many little blown bits and i think is super sick.

maybe you already knew about these things and you still think theyre tchotchke-ish but i wanted to show u them in case u didn't because there's so much cool stuff you can do with glass and that people have made. i also know other people and people who do other interesting vessels sculptures with glassblowing but i don't think you want a million words in your inbox i just wanted to show u a couple cool glassblown things lol

#I PROMISE YOU GUYS THAT I HAVE SEEN ENOUGH GLASS BLOWING FOR MY OPINION TO BE LEGITIMATE AND INFORMED #SOME OF IT CAN BE COOL. MOST OF IT ISNT. ALMOST ALL OF IT IS OUTSIDE OF MY TASTE BRACKET #PLEASDE JUST LWT ME LIVE

[artificialverse]

Glassblown Sea Turtle by Raven Skyriver

[dalliansss]

A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking?

kiss roulette

Mairon lets his fire-iris gaze roam around Eönwë's shop. The shelves are filled with many delicate works of art -- glassblown glass, each one wrought by the maia of Manwë. It had been such a pleasant surprise; to find out that Eönwë has skill as a craftsman. Perhaps he would not have been out of place in Aulë's shop, but then -- the proximity would have made sure Mairon tired of him easily. Better that he is a sky-maia, worlds apart, yet not truly far, no, for Mairon knows better than anyone that has a fragrant finger wrapped around Manwë's herald.

He ventures further into the shop. There is a crash from a back room, and Mairon sighs, already stepping beyond the counter, and seeking out Eönwë.

He finds the platinum-haired maia standing upright at least, wings folded behind him. Nursing his right hand, which is currently bleeding from a glass shard cut by the right index finger.

"How can you be so clumsy?" Mairon says in exasperation. "Come here." "Oh, I didn't hear you come in," Eönwë says, genuine surprise in his crystal blue eyes.

Mairon flashes him a lazy smirk. He gently pulls on Eönwë's right hand, and a red, red tongue darts from his lips and he licks up those drops of copper blood. The injury heals off at once, and where it had been, Mairon kisses at the finger, lingers there even, his lips as warm as the flames that make up his fëa.

Eönwë shudders. He pretends not to, but he is so poor at hiding things from Mairon.

(Mairon who is his soul mate, truly, but there were so many things that...)

"You need not have," Eönwë says, shy, rose dusting his cheeks. "I will heal. Would--heal. We are never injured too long, we maiar."

Mairon does not let go of the hand. He should be content really. He has Mbelekhōrūz and the elves back in Avathar, but he was never content, was he not, not with this one in his collection too, so to speak.

Eönwë, who would lick the very ground he trod on, if he so much as asked.

"It was an excuse to kiss your hand," Mairon states. He knows he would have to be forward, for greatest of the maiar in combat Eönwë might be, but in other matters, well.

Eönwë goes a tad redder. Mairon's own smile grows, and the fire in his eyes blazes with promise.

@skaelds

#my drabs #silmarillion #mairon #sauron #annatar #eonwe #mairon/eonwe #by lamplight gold #mairon level 9000 #platinum birb

[thefatfemme]

I have been watching Blown Away on Netflix lately and now that Petaur is a glassblower I just desperately want them and a bunch of other kith glassblowers on their own version of the show and can't you just imagine Petaur using her gliding skills to do cool sculptural technique shit? One of the challenges would be about your other passions and Petaur would make some awesome glassblown card deck that he means to use for an actual magic trick, and on another challenge she'd do something based on Uro and his stolen shadow, and ANOTHER inspired by Hallen's poetry, and it would all just be SO good

#thefatfemme #unprepared casters #UC spoilers #And back again #UC And back again reality TV glassblowing AU I needed