#candle making raw materials

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Namo Creations: Your Trusted Candle Making Raw Material Supplier

Candle making is both an art and a business that thrives on creativity and quality. Whether you are a hobbyist experimenting with DIY projects or a seasoned entrepreneur running a candle-making business, sourcing premium raw materials is critical. Namo Creations, a leading supplier in the industry, is your one-stop solution for all candle-making needs.

Why Choose Namo Creations?

Namo Creations has earned a reputation as a reliable supplier of high-quality raw materials for candle making. Here are a few reasons why customers prefer us:

Comprehensive Product Range

We stock everything you need to create beautiful, aromatic, and unique candles:

Wax Varieties: Soy wax, beeswax, paraffin wax, and gel wax for diverse candle types.

Wicks: Pre-tabbed and untreated wicks in various sizes to suit your project requirements.

Fragrance Oils: A wide selection of scents to infuse your candles with delightful aromas.

Dyes and Colors: High-quality, non-toxic dyes to achieve vibrant and consistent colors.

Containers and Molds: A variety of jars, tins, and molds to inspire your creativity.

Quality Assurance

At Namo Creations, quality is our priority. We source materials from trusted manufacturers, ensuring that every product meets industry standards. Our raw materials are safe, sustainable, and designed to deliver exceptional results.

Competitive Pricing

We believe in supporting candle makers by offering premium materials at competitive prices. Whether you are buying in bulk or small quantities, you’ll find value in every purchase.

Expert Guidance

New to candle making? Our team of experts is here to help. From selecting the right materials to offering tips on crafting techniques, we ensure your candle-making journey is smooth and enjoyable.

Catering to Every Candle Maker

Whether you are crafting candles for:

Home Decor: Add elegance to living spaces with bespoke candles.

Special Occasions: Create personalized gifts for weddings, birthdays, or festivals.

Retail Business: Scale your business with high-quality, handmade candles.

Aromatherapy: Design candles that promote relaxation and wellness.

Namo Creations has the raw materials and expertise to bring your vision to life.

Sustainability at the Core

We understand the importance of sustainability in today’s world. That’s why we prioritize eco-friendly materials like soy wax and beeswax, which are biodegradable and renewable. By choosing Namo Creations, you contribute to a greener planet while creating beautiful candles.

Customer-Centric Approach

At Namo Creations, customer satisfaction is at the heart of everything we do. From easy online ordering to prompt delivery and responsive support, we ensure a hassle-free experience for our customers.

Conclusion

When it comes to candle making raw materials, Namo Creations is the name you can trust. Our extensive product range, commitment to quality, and customer-first approach make us the preferred choice for candle makers across the country.

Let your creativity shine with Namo Creations. Explore our offerings today and take your candle-making passion to the next level!

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Welcome to Namo Creations, your premier destination for high-quality candle-making wax that transforms your creative visions into exquisite, long-lasting candles. Our extensive range covers various categories, including paraffin, soy, palm

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In the world of candle making, the quality of raw materials plays a pivotal role in the final product’s beauty, burn quality, and fragrance. For artisans and businesses in Delhi NCR

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Namo Creations Candle Making Raw Material Supplier in Faridabad, Delhi, Mumbai, Bangalore, India and deals in wax, fragrance oils, wicks, jars, colors, molds and more.

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Candle Making Raw Material Supplier in Faridabad, Delhi, Mumbai, Bangalore, India and deals in wax, fragrance oils, wicks, jars, colors, molds and more.

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Pillar Candles Holders | Aura Decor

Discover a stunning collection of pillar candle holders at Aura Decor. Our exquisite designs and high-quality craftsmanship add elegance and charm to any space. Whether you're looking for contemporary or traditional styles, our pillar candle holders are perfect for creating a warm and inviting ambiance. Enhance your home decor with our beautiful range of pillar candle holders from Aura Decor.

[pearlprincess02]

dating and date (taurus version)

taurus: (taurus venus/mars/5th house/7th house)

dating someone with prominent taurus placements is a journey of stability, sensuality, and deep commitment. taurus energy is grounded and seeks a connection that feels secure, steady, and filled with genuine care. if you’re dating someone with these placements, it’s important to match their pace and offer a sense of consistency. they value touch, comfort, and a love that grows steadily over time. for taurus venus, love is expressed through physical affection and material gestures; they appreciate thoughtfulness and tangible proof of devotion. taurus mars brings a determined and sensual approach to relationships; they’re patient but expect loyalty and sincerity. taurus in the 5th house shows a playful, yet steady, approach to romance, with a love for traditions and shared pleasures. lastly, taurus in the 7th house emphasizes long-term partnership goals—they seek someone they can build a life with, rooted in trust and dependability. if you’re patient, authentic, and willing to share life’s luxuries, you’ll win their heart.

date night ideas

wine & cheese tasting event, shopping for high-quality perfumes or accessories together, a cozy night cooking their favorite meal at home (taurus venus), attending a food festival or street fair (taurus venus, taurus 5th house), stargazing with blankets & snacks, sharing a dessert-tasting menu at a fancy café, exploring a local antique market, going on a sailing or river cruise (taurus venus, taurus 7th house), visiting a luxury home goods store just to browse, a lazy sunday brunch with mimosas, touring a vineyard or brewery, shopping for plants or flowers at a nursery (taurus venus, taurus mars), a massage or spa day, gardening or planting flowers together, a cooking class focusing on hearty/gourmet dishes (taurus mars), going to a botanical garden or flower show, candle-making workshop (taurus mars, taurus 5th house), taking a slow/scenic walk in a nearby park or trail, going horseback riding or trying a calming yoga retreat (taurus mars, taurus 7th house), exploring an art exhibit or pottery class, a classic movie night with lots of snacks, visiting a farmer’s market to pick out ingredients (taurus 5th house), visiting a music festival or jazz night (taurus 5th house, taurus 7th house), a candlelit dinner at a scenic restaurant, a weekend getaway to a charming countryside inn, attending a musical or theatrical performance (taurus 7th house), a wine & paint night (taurus venus, taurus mars, taurus 5th house), having a picnic with fresh/homemade dishes (taurus venus, taurus 5th house, taurus 7th house)

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taurus: (taurus mars/cupido/eros/lust/amor)

taurus-dominant individuals in the realm of sexuality are deeply sensual, indulgent, and patient lovers. their approach to intimacy is physical, grounded, and rooted in pleasure, with an appreciation for all the senses—touch, taste, smell, sight, and sound. they value comfort, luxury, and a slow, steady buildup of desire that allows them to fully immerse themselves in the experience. there’s a natural magnetism in their performance, as they take their time to please their partner while ensuring their own needs are met. they thrive in an environment of trust, consistency, and physical connection, making intimacy with them both passionate and dependable. taurus mars is assertive yet patient, with a love for sensuality and physicality that borders on indulgence—they prefer a slow, tantalizing approach to intimacy. taurus cupido adds a playful, teasing energy to their sexual expression, often thriving on the anticipation and buildup of desire. taurus eros takes pleasure in fully experiencing and expressing their sexuality, with a focus on shared pleasure and luxurious, intimate moments. taurus lust brings an earthy, raw passion to the table, exuding an irresistible confidence and craving physical intensity. finally, taurus amor softens their approach with a deep romantic undertone, emphasizing love, emotional connection, and sensual devotion.

kinks you might have

slow/seductive teasing with a focus on physical sensations, emphasis on body worship & prolonged foreplay (taurus mars), a night of blindfolded exploration, a playful/flirtatious strip tease (taurus mars, taurus cupido), scent play with perfumes or essential oils (taurus mars, taurus eros), trying silk or satin restraints, engaging in soft dominance/submission dynamics, exploring primal roleplay in a safe/consensual way (taurus mars, taurus lust), playful teasing with elements of flirtation & light dominance, heightened anticipation through sensory deprivation or slow buildup (taurus cupido), wearing luxurious lingerie or outfits for roleplay (taurus cupido, taurus eros), playing with temperature *ice or wax play* (taurus cupido, taurus lust), sharing intimate fantasies during pillow talk, slow dancing that leads to intimacy (taurus cupido, taurus amor), exploring mutual pleasure with luxurious settings or props, incorporating sensual stimulation like massage oils or scented candles (taurus eros), adding mirrors for visual stimulation, incorporating edible elements like chocolate or whipped cream (taurus eros, taurus lust), a sensual bubble bath with candles & soft music, trying a romantic sensory experience like feeding each other (taurus eros, taurus amor), intense physical exploration with a focus on raw/passionate energy, incorporating primal themes or uninhibited expressions of desire (taurus lust), gentle/romantic intimacy with emotional depth, a focus on trust-building activities that enhance closeness (taurus amor), sharing an erotic massage (taurus mars, taurus eros, taurus lust)

all observations are done by me !!! @pearlprincess02

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[angelshadowsinger]

Too Late (Priorities 2)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Azriel x f!reader 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.1k 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲: angst

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

Azriel hurries back from his mission to find you’re gone. (sequel to Priorities)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞:

hiii guys! i originally intended on leaving Priorities an open-ended angst, but! y'all demanded part 2, so here it is~ just so you know, this is not happy. if i make a part 3, that might be! also, sorry this is a bit late. this last week was crazy busy and next week probably will be too. TW: very brief mention of vomit

･ ゜゜・．｡ ･ ゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･．｡ ･ ゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･

ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ: ʙʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴇʀᴛɪꜰʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ 18 ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴏʀ. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ.

･ ゜゜・．｡ ･ ゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･．｡ ･ ゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･

The wind howled as Azriel pelted through the sky, his raw cheeks stinging from its relentless barrage. Scarred fists were clenched so hard the imprint of his fingernails marred his palms, jaw set as he grit his teeth and powered through exhaustion. 

You were right. 

The mission that Rhys had sent him on was nothing but a menial task. Any of the lower members of Azriel’s investigation force could have done the job the same as him. But ultimately, it was only himself he had to blame; even if his brother had given him the task, he had failed to pass it on to his espionage underlings. Delegation was perhaps one of his weakest skills— even after all these years he felt he had to earn his worth within his family. 

Thankfully, he was already on his way home the evening after leaving, the ordeal taking not even a full day. And he was flying full-speed in order to get back to you as fast as he could. 

His stomach had been in knots ever since he winnowed from his room at the Town House, where he had left you alone with your tears. The sound of your sobs echoed in his head, and he bit the inside of his cheek as he recalled your pleas for him to stay. 

He should’ve listened— This mission was the last nail in the coffin he had been slowly building every time his brother had summoned him away from you, calling him to duty with barely any time to rest between requests, barely any time to hold you in his arms. 

Gods, he missed you. Every time he had to leave you was like pulling teeth, his body and his shadows always begging to stay by your side, savor your kiss and your touch and your voice whispering sweet nothings in his ear. But his mind always won out. He couldn’t count how many times he had forced himself to withdraw from your ambrosial embrace, how many times he averted his sight from your melancholy gaze. If he allowed himself to linger on it, shame would begin to swirl in his guts and tighten his throat. 

The border of Velaris came into view and the shadowsinger dared to smile, stopping on a tall plain to gather a few wildflowers together. A meager peace offering, but a gift to show his remorse nonetheless. He had never returned to you empty-handed after a fight, and would not begin now.

Azriel plucked a few more stems to fluff up the bouquet, silently preparing himself for the emotional turmoil that was bound to ensue. The things he felt for you terrified him— and maybe that was partly why he would always answer Rhys’ call. Because if he stayed, and told his brother no… that would be his recognition that you had become his top priority. Perhaps it was time to make that leap, he thought, as he winnowed right into the foyer of the townhouse.

The home was eerily silent as he materialized in the dark, no candles or faelight illuminating the first floor. The sound of the clock ticking caught his attention, hazel eyes glancing at the last hour of dusk. The Illyrian frowned, straining to hear you, hoping to pick up the clank of dishes in the sink, the crisp turn of a page from a book, or even the quiet breaths of your sleeping form from the couch you usually dozed off on when you waited up for his return. But he detected not a single sound. 

Anxiety exploded in his chest, his shadows immediately surging out in every direction without needing instruction. His feet were moving before he could think, swiftly carrying him to the last place he had seen you— where he left you, falling apart and alone. 

He cursed as he hurtled up the stairs, three steps with each stride. It was times like these that he especially wished you were his mate, so that he could reach out to you and calm the ceaseless concerns that regarded your well-being every second he was apart from you. 

Rounding the corner, Azriel burst into his bedroom, eyes immediately zeroing in on the empty, made bed. Within a second, faelight lit the room. His shadows dwindled in the corners of the room, uncharacteristically mild as they slowly swirled at the floor, not reporting their findings to their master. Azriel bared his teeth at none of them in particular, but the reprimanding he was ready to bark out died in his throat as he noticed a small whirl of black lingering on the nightstand at his side of the bed. 

He came closer to inspect it, the little mass of shadow concentrated there, some spilling down the drawers at the side and joining its gloomy brethren on the ground. With a wave of his hand it dissipated. The bouquet in his grip fell to the tile with a soft whoosh. 

Your ring. 

It felt as if he had been shot, the jolt of lethal pain akin to when he had taken an arrow to the chest in Hybern. His lips parted as he examined the delicate silver band, the large, tear-shaped sapphire that once gleamed so brightly now dull against the wood. 

‘Stop wearing this the day you stop loving me,’ he had said, his arms around her as she giggled into his chest. She was giddy at his gift, kept admiring how it looked on her finger, her hand fanning out so the moonlight would catch the gem and shine. 

‘That would be never, shadowsinger,’ she had replied easily. 

He had never felt so light, so careless and content; she loved him too. She loved him, and he kissed her like she was the only thing that mattered.

Perhaps she was. 

Azriel fell to the ground, his knees buckling and smashing onto the hard tile. He barely felt it, every fiber of him in shock as he stared at the piece of jewelry that lay on the tabletop, now at eye-level. 

He barely heard his shadows inform him that the ring was the only piece of you in the home left, that your clothes and books and even that ugly throw pillow he hated was gone from the sofa. His wings slowly dipped until they pooled into a black mass on the floor behind him, dread oozing through him as he read the words that laid on the note beneath your ring. 

I’ll never stop, even if you have.

The shadowsinger sat and stared at the ring, at those awful words. He read them again, and then he reread them, again and again. 

He had told you he loved you before he left… But you didn’t believe him. And why should you, when all he gave you as of late were empty promises? Pretty words could only satisfy temporarily, and the latest string of seemingly-endless missions was longer than ever before. 

Doubts began to fill his mind with malicious whispers, his gaze still stuck on the ring and that hideous note. They murmured the thoughts that often found him at the odd hours of the night, when he would lay with your perfect body in his arms and sleep would welcome you but evade him– that you deserved more than he could ever give you, that he was unworthy of your pure and whole love. 

The sound of droplets splattering on the ground summoned Azriel from his descent into devastation, and his eyes slowly fell to examine the tiny pools his tears had formed beside his knees. He hadn’t realized he had started crying. He gingerly raised a scarred hand to his cheek, studying the newfound wetness on his fingertips. It had been so long since he last cried, the evidence of his emotion was foreign. 

Shaky fingers plucked the ring from the nightstand, coming to hold the tiny finery in his lap. It looked so bizarre against the crude black of the leathers binding his thighs, so bright and pure that he couldn’t help but think of you. Couldn’t help but think of when he had seen you personified the same, and he himself as a mass of darkness that would bleed into your light and poison you somehow. He thought of how every time he felt that way, you had worked so hard to convince him that he deserved you and that he deserved love, that you were so happy to be the one to give it to him. More tears escaped as he now realized his failure in telling you the same. You had always been there for him, and when you had begged him for support in your time of need, he had failed you. He had run away.

And now you had erased all traces of yourself from the house Rhys had gifted him. 

The town house had become Azriel’s official residence since his brothers had coupled off, and it had once been the fortress of his solitude. That was before he had found you, and before you had gradually moved your things in… before it had become a home. And now that it was void of you once more, it had suddenly reverted back to that empty, bleak place he had learned to hate.

A lump formed in his throat at the notion that perhaps this place had slowly transformed into your own prison of isolation these last few months. That maybe you had felt this sinking, desperate feeling when you were here, in the place that was meant to be your nest of love, your safe haven. That you had told him you were drowning here, and he had simply told you to wait for him when you were already exhausted, gasping out for him with your last breath. That when he had disregarded your desperate plea, he had effectively swung the sword and severed any faith you had left in him. 

You were gone, and it was all his fault. 

He was too late.

Nausea rolled deep in his gut and he winnowed in front of the toilet just in time before the contents of his stomach surfaced. Only once his body had heaved up everything it could did he begin to sob, knuckles pale as they clenched onto porcelain, his broad form slumped on the cool tile. Shadows swarmed the bath, mirroring their master’s distress. 

Eventually the shadowsinger sat back against the nearest wall, trying to calm his ragged breath. The shadows produced the note that had been left behind, and the sight of your parting words to him nearly triggered another fit, bile rising at the back of his throat. But he paused as he read the words again, scrutinized them even though they were few and short. He sat up and analyzed the note, hazel revisiting and eating up every curve of ink.

You still loved him. 

Even after he had ignored you, neglected you, failed you… you still loved him. Was there a chance that you… still wanted him? If he could repent and swear to do better, would you take him back? If he could just talk to you, if he could get one more chance from you… he could love you. He already did love you, but if he had another shot to be with you, then he could really give you his all, he could really allow himself to love you like he had always dreamt of. He could stand up to his brother, he could tell you how his world was meaningless without you, he could cherish you– prioritize you, he could… 

Azriel frowned, a panicked hand combing through his dark hair. 

Could he do all of that?

He had never been so outright with his emotions, it felt weak to bear his heart to such a degree… But what was the alternative? A life without you? A life filled with wondering what could have been had he not been a coward that was too scared to tell you how he really felt, too scared to even try? 

If there was a time to be brave, it was now. 

He was absolutely terrified, but his resolve was steel as he took a minute to fix himself, another to grab the flowers from the ground and ensure he had your ring. And then he was off in search of you, shadows enveloping him and melting into the night.

･ ゜゜・．｡ ･ ゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･．｡ ･ ゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･

[demonsbanebard]

I have been obsessed, thinking about your LI in Dragon age The Veilguard. How they cope with Rook being gone, especially Emmrich, who is supposed to be the fade expert.

What does he do when he can’t use his knowledge to save the one he loves?

So I wrote some angst about it. With a kind ending because I’m not completely heartless!

The idea to craft another dagger is borne of pure desperation. He knows it’s unlikely to work, but he has to try something. Sitting around is out of the question. The team is desperate for any type of direction, any sort of hope, and Emmrich quickly begins handing down a list of items he needs.

He and Harding go to Isana Negat. It’s full of darkspawn and blight, but it’s the only place he knows they have a chance of finding Lyrium pure enough to begin. He can’t even touch the glowing substance directly, has to ask Harding to carry it for him, but it doesn’t matter. He knows Rook would do whatever it took to save him.

She wasn’t supposed to die before him. Not after that ridiculous fight they had. Not after everything he still wants to say, all the adventures they had yet to have. The tears are so common now he barely notices when they start and stop, only becoming frustrated when they blur his vision and smudge his frantic writing.

Everyone tiptoes around him as he works, his once immaculate study is strewn with books and scribbles of half-formed theories on parchment. Even Taash is trying their best. They know all about things unsaid. How it tears you up inside.

Manfred has discovered that he is most useful tidying up and bringing tea. The others pass the skeleton material and food to bring to the distraught necromancer. Emmrich is much less likely to snap at his beloved skeleton friend.

Less being the operative word.

Most attempts to console him stop within the first two weeks.

He’s taken to carrying a chess piece with him. Stolen —borrowed, he reminds himself— from Rook’s own set. There are indents in his palm from worrying the wooden castle and it’s not enough but it’s all he has.

He’s exhausted, his hands are burned and raw from collapsed spells and the proximity to this much pure Lyrium. Even those cut off from the fade, the dwarves and the tranquil, cannot be near this much pure Lyrium for extended periods. For a mage as studied as he is, it’s pure and focused misery to even be in the same room. Agonizing enough that he, too, wishes he could be cut from his nightmares. Sleep is fleeting, painful, and filled with images of Rook, promising to speak with him after the mission.

The physical pain ebbs once the last of the sealing spells settle and make the dagger safe to handle with bare hands. Contact with the blade still feels like electricity beneath his skin, but it’s static and not the lightning he has been battling for days now.

Lucanis brings him coffee and offers assistance, but the Crow can’t help. Not with this. The assassin gets to hold his beloved Neve close, and Emmrich feels the loss of Rook and Bellara both so keenly it’s hard to keep upright.

So when Lucanis suggests he rest. That he take a break while Rook, his Rook, is in the fade… he snaps.

The mage lights in his room flicker, letting the red of the fade bleed through. The uncontrolled magic whips the papers in his room into a frenzied whirlwind. He hasn’t lost control like this since his magic first manifested, and when Lucanis reaches for his dagger out of instinct, a dark part of him wonders how far he would have to push to get the assassin to end his suffering.

The surge of magic comes to an abrupt end when strong arms tighten around him. Like a candle blown out, the wind dies and the lights shift back to cancel out the red hue. It takes a moment for his sluggish mind to wrap around the idea that Lucanis, a notorious mage killer, and recent God-killer, is hugging him.

“Emmrich. I am sorry, but this has to stop. When Rook comes back, I am not going to get my ass handed to me for letting you work yourself to death.”

Of course. His Rook is the picture of kindness. Of caring. How many times has he received a gentle chiding to let things lie until the morning? If his love knew how he was pushing himself…

And the picture in his mind is so wildly clear, of Rook dealing out a tongue lashing so severe as to make a man who killed a God cower, that he breaks in two.

Emmrich’s composure crumbles and he sobs as Lucanis holds him. All of the emotions he’s been holding back from pure exhaustion, using work to push everything else back… it all comes out and the Crow before him understands what it’s like.

They stay there for a while, until the older man stops shaking. Emmrich goes to wipe his tears and finds more beard growth than he has ever allowed in his adult life. How long has he been here, agonizing? Surely it has only been days and not weeks.

Lucanis’s voice is rough as he speaks. “Go and lay down, my friend.” The assassin clears his throat and the guilt in his eyes is as impossible to miss as the redness of held back tears. He clasps Emmrich on the shoulder. “Neve has an idea about the enchantments on the dagger, now that it’s safe to handle. I’ll have a cup of coffee and food ready when you wake up. Then you can shave that thing off of your face so Rook can actually recognize you when we save her.“

“Lucanis… thank you. I apologize for my outburst earlier.”

“Don’t thank me, I just drew the short straw. I can not prove it, but I’m sure Taash cheated,” he says with a small amount of forced levity. Lucanis moves to leave and then pauses, sighing deeply to add, “And… It could have been Neve. Rook saved her. Maker forgive me for being grateful, but I owe Rook too many debts not to save her now.”

The air is lighter than it has been in days as the dagger leaves his room. Emmrich does, indeed, go to lay down. Thankfully he only feels the crushing weight of guilt for this break for a single moment before his exhausted mind shuts down.

As always, his dreams are harried. Visions of Rook running, shattered statues of Bellara and Davrin swirling around her as she climbs an endless spiral staircase.

When he wakes, it’s impossible to tell how much time has passed, but it’s too long. Lucanis keeps his word, and there is food and coffee waiting for him. He doesn’t taste it, only eats so that his magic is at full capacity.

His appearance in the mirror is worse than he feared. Haggard and dingy. There’s a moment where he considers using magic to clean up his beard, but remembers how he lectured Rook on the importance of rituals, and so he retrieves his brush and razor.

He’s halfway through his bath when he catches the thread of an idea. It unspools beautifully, and he’s barely able to wrap a towel around his waist before he has a quill in his hand, still dripping water across the floor. If he could… yes!

A wild idea, but he has to try. His usually immaculate handwriting is long gone, and he manages to dress as the idea finishes coalescing. He grabs the parchment, ink barely dry, and runs into the library, calling for the remnants of the Veilguard.

They look at him with confusion as he explains, but he’s not sure if the explanation is beyond their depth or if he’s raving like a madman, but they gear up to support him anyway.

Lucanis gently points out that his shirt isn’t buttoned correctly, and Taash suggests that he doesn’t smell as he usually does, and that perhaps his cologne might help Rook find him.

He very nearly launches into an explanation of fade physics and the chemical composition of scent and its inability to travel through a non physical space, but thankfully realizes the comment for the sentiment it was meant to carry.

The chess piece sits on his desk as they set out to find their Rook.

When her hand clasps his arm through the fade tear, when she tumbles on top of him and knocks the air from his lungs, he swears to never let her go again.

Emmrich has never considered himself a selfish man, but he keeps a hand on Rook. On his Rook as she reorients herself. As she recounts how she escaped a prison built for Gods.

He knows he should let her rest. Knows she needs time to recover, but he takes her to the necropolis anyway. He recognizes her indomitable spirit, has acquainted himself with the differences between those living and otherwise, but he has to be certain that this Rook is the one he fell in love with and not some spirit that has taken her form.

And once he is, he pulls her close, apologizing profusely, through tears at times, for how long it took to find her. And she forgives him, because of course she does. And he kisses her as though it is the first and last time.

Thankfully, she seems just as desperate to assure herself that he’s here as well. Through the heat and sweat of mortal embrace, they pass what could possibly be their last night alive in the comfort of each other’s arms.

[namocreations]

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In the heart of Delhi NCR, where creativity and craftsmanship thrive, Namo Creations has established itself as the leading supplier of high-quality candle raw materials. Whether you’re an artisan crafting bespoke candles or a business scaling up production, Namo Creations offers a comprehensive range of products to meet your needs. Let’s explore why Namo Creations is the go-to destination for candle makers in the region.

Why Choose Namo Creations?

Namo Creations is more than just a supplier; it’s a partner in your creative journey. Here’s what sets us apart:

Wide Range of Products

We provide all the essential raw materials for candle making, including:

Wax: High-quality paraffin, soy, beeswax, and gel wax options.

Wicks: Pre-waxed, braided, and eco-friendly wicks to suit various candle types.

Fragrances: A wide array of premium scents to enhance your candles.

Dyes: Vibrant and long-lasting colorants for stunning candle designs.

Containers: Elegant jars and molds in diverse shapes and sizes.

Uncompromised Quality

Our materials are sourced from trusted manufacturers, ensuring top-notch quality that enhances the performance and aesthetics of your candles.

Competitive Pricing

We understand the importance of affordability, especially for small businesses and individual artisans. Our pricing is transparent and competitive, allowing you to maximize your profit margins.

Bulk Supplies and Custom Orders

Whether you need small quantities for personal projects or bulk supplies for large-scale production, we’ve got you covered. We also cater to custom orders, tailoring our offerings to your specific requirements.

Expert Guidance

New to candle making? Our team of experts is always ready to guide you, offering tips and advice to help you create stunning candles that stand out in the market.

What We Offer

Here’s a closer look at some of our best-selling products:

Soy Wax

Eco-friendly and sustainable, our soy wax is perfect for crafting clean-burning candles with a smooth finish. Made from hydrogenation of high-grade soyabean oil. Free from any hydrocarbon.

Premium Fragrance Oils

From soothing lavender to exotic sandalwood, our fragrance oils are designed to elevate the sensory appeal of your candles. We use 100% natural ingredients to manufacture and our fragrance is free from Alcohol which gives you a wonderful experience.

Designer Containers

Choose from a range of stylish containers, including frosted jars, metallic tins, and crystal-clear glasses, to add a touch of elegance to your creations. All glasses are well tested by making candles.

High-End Dyes

Our high-quality dyes ensure vibrant colors that do not compromise the quality of your candles. Also, its highly concentrated that means more colored wax with less use of dye.

Cotton Wicks

Wicks play a big role in candle burning. We provide 100% cotton wick with no lead. Our braided wicks create no smoke. The wick selection chart we made helps you to choose the right wick for your candle.

Serving All of Delhi NCR

Located conveniently in Delhi NCR, we ensure fast and reliable delivery across the region. Our efficient logistics network guarantees that your materials arrive on time, every time.

Customer Testimonials

Here’s what some of our satisfied customers have to say:

“Namo Creations has been my trusted supplier for years. Their materials are top-notch, and their team is incredibly supportive.” — Riya Sharma, Artisan

“Thanks to Namo Creations, my candle business has flourished. Their bulk discounts and quality products are unmatched.” — Arjun Kapoor, Entrepreneur

Conclusion

Namo Creations is committed to empowering candle makers with the best raw materials and unparalleled support. Whether you’re a hobbyist or a professional, we’re here to help you bring your candle-making visions to life. Visit us today and discover why we’re the preferred choice for candle raw materials in Delhi NCR.

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Kinktober Day Eight: Wade Wilson

Wade Wilson x Gender Neutral Reader | Sub / Dom & Lingerie |

Tags: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, SMUT, Sub/Dom dynamics, oral ( M receiving), penetration

Summary: Wade submits to reader's control and ends up wearing black lace lingerie after some persuasion.

wc: 1.1K

| Day Seven | | Kinktober Masterlist | | Day Nine |

The dim glow of candles flickered against the walls, casting soft, wavering shadows in the room. The air was thick with a heady mixture of arousal and anticipation. Wade Wilson—mercenary, smart-ass, and current wearer of black lace lingerie—was sprawled out on the bed, his breathing erratic, skin prickling with a kind of nervous excitement that he wasn't used to.

You had to convince him at first, of course. He’d resisted, muttering sarcastic quips about how he wasn't exactly "lingerie material," but after some coaxing, a few teasing touches, and the promise of something more, Wade found himself unable to say no. And now, he was yours—entirely, utterly yours.

The lingerie fit him surprisingly well, the black lace clinging to his muscular thighs, hugging his body in all the right ways, the delicate fabric doing little to hide his growing arousal. You had taken your time dressing him up, your hands trailing over every inch of his scarred skin, your touch reverent and soft, as though you were worshiping him through every lingering caress.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, Wade," you whispered, kneeling over him, your breath hot against his ear. His eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, a low groan rumbling from his throat as you shifted your weight, settling just above him. "Look at you... in this lingerie. You have no idea what you do to me."

Wade's breath hitched as your hands traced the edge of the lace fabric, fingers grazing his hips, teasing but not giving in just yet. He opened his eyes, a flash of vulnerability in them that made your heart clench. Beneath the wisecracks and the bravado, Wade was raw, unfiltered—and right now, he was entirely yours to savor.

"Jesus... you make me feel..." Wade’s voice trailed off, too overwhelmed by sensation to finish. His muscles twitched beneath your touch as you leaned down, pressing your lips against the scars on his chest, your kisses deliberate and slow, as though each one was meant to heal something deeper than just skin. He shivered beneath you, his hands gripping the sheets beside him, fighting the urge to take control, to be the brash, overconfident Deadpool everyone expected.

But not tonight.

Tonight, he was letting you lead. Letting you dominate.

You continued to kiss him, your lips mapping out every inch of his body, lingering on the places you knew he was self-conscious about—the scars along his torso, the jagged lines of his past. Your mouth moved down, lower and lower, until you reached his thighs, the black lace framing his body like a work of art.

"Fuck... baby, you're killing me here," Wade rasped, his voice hoarse with need. His hands twitched, wanting so badly to touch you, but you had set the rules tonight. No touching until you said so.

"Shh, Wade," you soothed, your fingers dancing over the bulge straining against the lace. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he was trembling beneath you, completely at your mercy. "Let me take care of you."

You pressed a kiss just above the waistband of the lingerie, then another, softer this time, your tongue darting out to taste his skin. He moaned, his hips bucking up slightly, desperate for more friction, more of anything you were willing to give.

"You look so good like this, you know that?" you murmured, tracing the outline of his cock through the lace with your fingertips. "So fucking good. And you're mine, Wade. All mine."

Wade groaned, his voice rough as he rasped, "Yeah, baby... yours. Only yours."

The sheer submission in his tone sent a surge of heat through your veins, and you couldn't resist any longer. You hooked your fingers under the waistband of the lace panties, slowly sliding them down his thighs, exposing him to the cool air. His cock was hard, straining and dripping with precum, the sight of him laid bare beneath you making your own arousal throb between your legs.

You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move, the vulnerability in his gaze making this moment feel even more intimate. Wade—who could take a bullet without flinching, who laughed in the face of danger—was now trembling beneath your touch, his breath shallow as you wrapped your hand around him.

"Fuck, that feels... oh God," Wade groaned, his hips jerking up into your hand. You stroked him slowly, deliberately, savoring the way his body responded to you, every twitch and shiver a testament to just how much he wanted this—wanted you.

You leaned down, your breath ghosting over his length as you pressed a kiss to the tip, tasting the salty beads of precum that had gathered there. Wade moaned, his hands fisting the sheets, knuckles white as he fought the urge to take control, to guide your head down and beg for more.

But you were in charge tonight.

"You taste so good, Wade," you purred, your voice dripping with lust. You swirl your tongue around the head, taking him into your mouth inch by inch, until his cock was hitting the back of your throat. Wade's moans grew louder, his body writhing beneath you, completely undone by the sensation.

"Fuck, baby... please, don't stop," he begged, his voice strained, desperate. "I need you... please."

You pulled off him with a wet pop, a smirk playing on your lips as you looked up at him, his chest heaving with every ragged breath. "You like being worshiped like this, don't you?"

Wade's head lolled back against the pillows, a shudder running through him as he muttered a broken "Yes, fuck, I do."

"Good," you murmured, pressing a kiss to the base of his cock before taking him back into your mouth, your hand pumping what your mouth couldn't reach. Wade's moans grew louder, his body trembling beneath you, every inch of him completely at your mercy.

You could feel the tension building in his body, the way his hips were bucking up into your mouth, desperate for release. And just when you knew he was on the edge, ready to fall apart for you, you pulled back, leaving him panting and trembling, his cock twitching with need.

"Wha—baby, why'd you stop?" Wade's voice was a breathless whine, his eyes wide with confusion and desperation.

You crawled back up his body, straddling his waist as you leaned down to kiss him, your lips brushing against his as you whispered, "Because I want you to remember this moment, Wade. I want you to remember that you're mine. Always."

With that, you sank down onto him, taking him deep inside you in one slow, deliberate motion. Wade's hands finally broke the rules, grabbing your hips as he groaned your name, his head falling back as you began to move, riding him with a rhythm that was both torturous and perfect.

He was lost to you now, completely undone, and as you rode him, your hands running over his chest, his scars, his trembling body, you knew you had him. Wade Wilson was yours—in body, in mind, in soul.

And tonight, you would worship him until he broke.

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Discover the art of candle making with Namo Creations and elevate your crafting experience with our premium wax selection. Unleash your creativity, and let Namo Creations be your trusted partner in Candle Making Raw Materials & in the journey of crafting exceptional candles.

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Hear me out… or use this as inspo anything I love ur writing xx

Stoner!Choso x femreader tw: weed, oral sex m receiving, cum slurping and dirty talking?

Reader and Choso are smoking and she’s getting hottttt watching him roll the blunt and lick the paper and his painted nailssss oooofffffff. Super sexual tension and flirty remarks until she ends up sucking choso’s HOT cock dry and occasionally he’s pulling her hair up to blow smoke in her mouth and calling her sweet names (bc at the end of the day Cho’ is sub LMFAO)

♡ ahhhhhh so crayz you mentioned stoner Choso bc I had that idea before but never wrote ittt. I love this like Choso's already so sexy and watching him roll a blunt is like a dream of mine.

♡ cw: 18+ content, use of weed and descriptions of weed, high oral sex, stoner choso and stoner reader, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, deepthroating, swallowing, oral sexxxxxx!

It wasn't unusual for Choso to come and chill at your place, you two would split a zip, buy a pizza, listen to music, and catch up on each other's life. However, this time something was....different. Maybe it was the neon pink LED lights illuminating the living room or the sweet strawberry candle you had lit earlier.

It was him. This time he had come over wearing a baggy pair of grey sweatpants with a hoodie which he discarded earlier leaving him in a black tee highlighting his toned abs. You always thought he was attractive, but something is making him hit differently now. Your eyes followed his as he broke down the weed his freshly manicured black nails reflecting under the pink light. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a pack of raw papers, got two out of the pack, and lined it onto the rolling tray. Taking the broken-down weed, he sprinkled it into the papers, folding it slightly, and brought it up to his pale pink lips. His lips swiped along his bottom lip, licking a slow long stripe along the paper. "I wish you'd lick me like you lick those papers" you spoke pulling him out of his concentration. He chuckled, going back to rolling the blunt licking slowly at the paper once more. It was as if he was teasing you, any other time he rolled he'd be done in mere seconds so why is he going so slow this time? "Or I could lick you....? You wouldn't last one minute if I did" Teasing Choso was fun, he wouldn't say much but you know deep down he was burning up inside. You heard a lighter flick as you turned and watched him hit the blunt, a thin cloud of smoke leaving his area as he reached out to pass the blunt to you. Grabbing it, you brushed your hand swiftly over his own before bringing the blunt to your own lips and inhaling slowly. "Mmh, I bet you're really skilled with your hands." You passed the blunt back to him. "They're really soft, and I bet they feel really good." His ears were flush red, you knew you were getting to him if that wasn't a sign the twitching in his sweatpants definitely was. "Seem's like you have a little problem, mind If I help you with it hmm?" Your hands grazed over the bulge in his pants, feeling his dick twitch from the light touch.

Your black nails found their way to the top of his sweatpants, pulling at the material as Choso was quick to shimmy down his pants allowing his stiffened dick to make contact with the cool air of the living room. His tip was red, beaded with precum that began running down his shaft stopping just at the middle. Taking your right hand, you grabbed his shart, thumb rolling circles on the tip spreading the precum along feeling him twitch in your warm hands. You moved in closer, salivating your mouth to the fullest before dropping a glob of spit onto his tip using it as a lubricant to stroke his dick up and down. You started off with teasing slow kitten licks, tongue circling only the tip sucking on it slowly as you moved your right hand up and down. You felt a slight tug on your hair, lips creating a thin trail of saliva as your own were met with Choso's. He brought the blunt to his lips, inhaling slowly before bringing his lips to your own. You felt the smoke filling your mouth before he pulled back, leaning back onto the chair, pushing lowering your head back to his dick.

Without hesitation, you lowered your hand as your warm mouth sank down onto his dick, causing him to twitch once more. He let out a low groan as you began to move your head up and down his shaft, making sure whatever area your mouth couldn't reach, your hand made up for. Slightly tightening your jaws, you moaned softly as you bobbed up and down, tasting just about every inch. You began tracing every vein that throbbed, begging to be caressed by your warm tongue, your hand moving to cuff his balls using the saliva that trailed as lubricant once again. "A-aah fuck, you're so good at this pretty." you heard him groan, causing you to moan on his dick, feeling the throbbing between your own legs and panties getting soaked by the second. You felt a slight tug on your hair once more pulling off his dick once again, lips glistening under the pink lights. "You look beautiful like this." He took another hit of the blunt and brought your lips to his, smoke filling your mouth once more. His eyes were low, watching you with complete adoration and lust as he placed a small kiss on your temple.

Dropping down once more, you flexed your right hand, now adding your left hand to the mix, and you swallowed his dick, sucking on it as if it was a watermelon blow pop. Your head bobbed as your wrist worked in areas you could reach. "Baby, you're gonna suck me dry." Choso moaned, throwing his head back on the sofa, one fist tightly gripping at your hair, the other taking another hit of the blunt. You removed one of your hands as you shoved his dick deeper down your throat, the sending hand following shortly as well once you were comfortable. "Shit. I've never been this deep before. You're doing so good beautiful.... you feel amazing. You suck me up so well." You could tell he was close based on the babbling he always does when he's about to cum. "I-Im about to cum. Baby, can I cum down your throat." You bobbed your head faster, sucking slightly harder as you felt that familiar twitch once more before your mouth was flooded with bittersweet, sticky webs of cum. He let out a loud moan, balls emptying shooting his warm load into your mouth. You eagerly swallowed up what you could but, this has to be a record of how much cum he was able to produce. Your tongue was quick to lick up whatever was left over that you weren't able to suck down cleaning him up with your delicate tongue. You felt a set of strong hands bring you up to his toned chest as his chest heaved catching his breath from such a powerful orgasm. "I gotta pay you back."