#candle prns

[queersrus]

Candle theme

[candle theme]

(Nick)Names:

alumbrar, aesop, anecdote

bougie, byredo, brooklyn, beelite

candle, candlette, candelle, candletta, candella, candlitta, candellia, candelabra, candelabrita, chandelle, chandelier, chandellia, chandeliera, chandler, candlelight, candelabrum, candlestick, cirio, candela, candlewick, cierge, candel, cire

decire, dip, diptyque

herlem

incense

kaars, kynttila, kerze, keri, kyandoru

lazhu, lumanare, lantern

mum

nera, neri, nen

rushlight

svijeca, svicka, stearinlys, svichka, stearinljus, svecha, swieca, snuffer, sconce

theiyn, taper, tallow, torch

vela, volspa, village

wax, wick

yangcho, yankie

1stp prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

ci/cande/candly/candline/candleself ci/candle/candlabry/candelabrine/candelabraself chi/chandle/chandly/chandline/chandelierself wi/we/wy/wickine/wickself wi/waxe/waxy/waxine/waxself

2ndp prns: you/your/yours/yourself

co/candler/candlers/candlerself co/candelabr/candelabrs/candelabraself cho/chandelier/chandeliers/chandelierself wo/wicker/wickers/wickerself wo/wixer/wixrs/wixerself

3rdp prns: they/them/theirs/themself

ca/candle, can/dle, can/candle, candle/candles, candle/wick, candle/light, candle/wax, candle/holder, chan/chandelier, chan/delier, chandel/ier, chand/elier, chandel/chandelier, chandelier/chandeliers, can/delabra, candel/abra, candela/bra, candle/candelabra, candelabra/candelabras wi/ck, wick/wicks, wa/x, wax/waxs dip/candle, drip/candle

Titles

the candle, the candle holder, the candle lighter, the candle snuffer, the candle maker, the candle of the house, the light of the candle, the lighter of the candle, the snuffer of candles

*one who lights candles, one who makes candles, one who snuffs candles, one who lights candles by dusk, one who holds the candle

candleholder, candlemaker, candlelighter

*one can be replaced by any pronouns

feel free to ask to be added to a taglist

[thatliminal-wanderer]

Poob (Regretevator) ID Pack

Requested by Anon

Names

Addison, Alaia, Alana, Alexandra, Alisa, Aliza, Allegra, Amory, Andi, Anit, Anushtan, Aven, Axie, Ayo, Bahaj, Barb, Bayram, Beatrice, Beatrix, Bec, Billie, Camron, Chagit, Chara, Charlie, Davy, Dawson, Dayo, Dechen, Devin, Edwin, Eid, Euroa, Fane, Farah, Festus, Gayla, Gil, Glenn, Harper, Helier, Ike, Ilaria, Isaac, Jalsa, Jashan, Jashn, Jashun, Jewel, Jocelyn, Jordan, Joy, Kaily, Kalea, Kayden, Keiko, Lettie, Lowen, Lowena, Makenna, Merry, Natesha, Onni, Parker, Parvesh, Peyton, Preeda, Radomir, Rene, Riley, Robin, Simcha, Sunny, Tate, Utsav, Ziven, Zorion, Ülo

Pronouns

balloon/balloons, birthday/birthdays, blox/bloxs, box/boxes, bright/brights, cake/cakes, candle/candles, candy/candys, cele/celebrate/celebrates, cheer/cheers, con/confetti/confettis, cup/cupcake/cupcakes, energy/energys, friend/friends, fun/funs, game/games, gift/gifts, glee/glees, horn/horns, hyper/hypers, laugh/laughs, noob/noobs, party/partys, pop/pops, silly/sillys, sugar/sugars, toy/toys, vibe/vibes, yellow/yellows, ���/🌈s, 🌟/🌟s, 🍬/🍬s, 🍭/🍭s, 🍰/🍰s, 🎁/🎁s, 🎂/🎂s, 🎆/🎆s, 🎇/🎇s, 🎈/🎈s, 🎉/🎉s, 🎊/🎊s, 💝/💝s, 🛍️/🛍️s, 🥳/🥳s, 🧁/🧁s, 🧩/🧩s, 🧸/🧸s

Titles

A Party Lover, A Party Noob With A Heart Of Gold, The Friend of All, The Friendly Face, The Fun Loving Noob, The Gift (Giver/Receiver), The Noob With A Partying Soul, The One Who Blows A Party Horn, The One With Yellow Skin and A Party Hat, The Party Goer, The Party Lover, The Yellow Hued Party Goer, [prn] Who Hosts Parties, [prn] Who Loves To Give Gifts, [prn] Who’s Birthday Is Everyday

Genders

Anticipabdayic, Birthdaycakewish, Birthdayic, Birthdayspike, Felifortic, Fungender, Goofygoobergender, Hapifriendix, Happygender, Happygoofycircusgender, Happysunshineic, Joyeuphoriac, Kidcoric, Noobgender, Nosaebire, Partygender, Phostalgial, Pizzapartyic, Raingookiddic, Sillymaxxed, Sillyshowkidcorian, Smilegender, Toygender, Whackygender

Other mogai

Alderjoy, Assigned Silly at Birth/ASaB, Funvior, Joyvesil, Panjoyide, Poob Perspesque, Regretevatorhearthic, Regretevator Perspesque, Robloxaldernic, Rocharicvior, Silly Omninoun, Sillystelic, Sillyvesil

[transosdd]

hello! i think requests are open? if they are, can i request a c!wilbur inspired/influenced by the dark academia aesthetic, possibly with a name that isn't wilbur? lvl 2 or 3, either is fine. ty in advance, going to send in one other request, no rush on completing either! love your blog.

- @heralds-bah-commune

　 ⬭ 　　C!WILBUR SOOT ALTER PACK

︵⠀ ⟢ NAMES – rory, willow, symphony, theodore, julius, cassius, xavier

︵⠀ ⟢ AGE – 26

︵⠀ ⟢ PRNS – he/him, coco/cocoa, fea/feather, piano/piano, rea/read, book/books, poe/poet, scrap/scrapbook

︵⠀ ⟢ GENDERS – masc-aligned, darkacawritic, poemgender, myracademic, acadelibre, priacademic, comfycoric, cogticksoundic

︵⠀ ⟢ ORIENTATION – limnosexual, cepturomantic

︵⠀ ⟢ ROLES – memory holder, reliefmate, social protector, archivist

︵⠀ ⟢ SOURCE – C!WILBUR [DSMP]

︵⠀ ⟢ TRANSIDS – vanillascentic, brownbloodic, ASPD, mania

︵⠀ ⟢ FRONT TRIGGERS –

POS: reading/discussing literature, libraries and coffee shops, classical music/jazz/piano, rainy or overcast weather, mentions of philosophy/history, 1800s-early 1900s aesthetic

NEG: being interrupted, disorganization or messiness, overly cheerful/overwhelming environments

︵⠀ ⟢ INTERESTS –

LIKES: nearly handwritten letters or journals, vintage clothing or antiques, routines and rituals (like lighting a candle before reading), historic places and events, intricate puzzles, tea, fire and burning things

DISLIKES: modern technology, clashing colors in decor or clothing, overly sweet/artificial foods, procrastination, invasive questions

︵⠀ ⟢ COMMON OUTFITS – O1, O2, O3, O4, O5

︵⠀ ⟢ FAVORITE MUSIC – O1, O2, O3, O4, O5

︵⠀ ⟢ PERSONALITY – he is introspective and articulate, with a sharp mind and a penchant for deep, meaningful conversations. his demeanor is composed, often carrying a quiet intensity that hints at unspoken thoughts and emotions. he values intellect, structure, and beauty, particularly in the form of literature, philosophy, and art. while he may appear aloof or distant at times, he is deeply passionate and driven, often channeling his emotions into creative or intellectual pursuits. beneath his refined exterior, there is a lingering sense of melancholy, which he carries with a quiet dignity. (MBTI : INTJ)

︵⠀ ⟢ ROLE/DUTY INFO – as a memory holder, he carefully compartmentalizes specific memories, ensuring they are preserved and protected, only sharing them when absolutely necessary for the system’s growth or understanding. he approaches this responsibility with a quiet sense of duty, treating the memories like pages in a book that he safeguards with precision and care. as a reliefmate, he steps forward during times of stress or exhaustion, relying on his calm, structured nature to handle tasks efficiently. whether it’s managing daily responsibilities or navigating difficult situations, he maintains focus and ensures everything is completed with care, allowing others to rest without guilt. in his role as a social protector, he excels in diffusing or managing overwhelming social situations. he uses his articulate nature and composed demeanor to redirect or de-escalate interactions that may be anxiety-inducing or harmful. his intellect and quick thinking enable him to handle conversations or conflicts with poise, setting firm boundaries when needed to protect the system from undue stress. as an archivist, he treats the system’s memories and events like entries in his well-maintained library. he uses his innerworld space as an archive, organizing information into clearly labeled constructs such as books and files, ensuring everything is stored in an orderly and accessible way. he has an innate ability to recall specific details about the system’s experiences, whether from the external world or the headspace, and can retrieve this information quickly when needed.

︵⠀ ⟢ INNERWORLD BEHAVIOR – in the innerworld, he often retreats to a quiet, refined space that mirrors his dark academia aesthetic. his home resembles a study or library, filled with towering bookshelves, dim candlelight, and worn leather chairs. the atmosphere is cozy yet slightly somber, with muted tones and heavy curtains. he spends his time immersed in books, journaling, or organizing the system’s internal “archives,” keeping memories and thoughts in order. his presence is steady and grounding, offering a quiet reassurance that everything is under control. his space is a haven for those in need of a calm, intellectual retreat, though he tends to value his privacy and may only allow others to visit if they truly need his guidance.

︵⠀ ⟢ OUTERWORLD BEHAVIOR – while fronting, he is composed, articulate, and deliberate in his actions. he approaches tasks with efficiency, prioritizing what needs to be done and ensuring the system feels in control and grounded. his calm demeanor makes him effective in stressful situations, as he rarely lets emotions cloud his judgment. in social settings, he carries himself with a reserved confidence, speaking thoughtfully and maintaining a distant tone. he tends to avoid unnecessary small talk, steering conversations toward topics of depth or importance when possible. if the situation becomes overwhelming or invasive, he is quick to set firm boundaries or gracefully remove the system from the environment. he focuses on maintaining a sense of order, whether by organizing the system’s external environment, completing responsibilities, or engaging in quiet, grounding activities like writing, reading, or listening to soft instrumental music. though he is not outwardly warm, his steady presence and logical approach provide reassurance to those around him, ensuring the system’s stability and protection.

︵⠀ ⟢ EMOJI PROXIES – 🍪, 🧺, 🖋️📜

︵⠀ ⟢ CREDITS – art = all unknown

[cherryyan49]

stay with me

an isaacwhy fic

she/her prns, uses of [name]

kinda based on the song:stay with me by miki matsubara

a/n:hii! I'm back with a slightly different vibe fic, finally smth not besties to lovers ik ik. it will be returning I'm just saying c: anyways this is just a comfort type fic, so basically all fluff so enjoy <33

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It was rather quiet in [name's] apartment. The sun was setting, allowing the golden colors to seep through the windows, filling the room. Numerous candles were lit as she sat on her couch waiting for a text from her boyfriend. She had known Isaac, her lover, for years before realizing she was in love with him. It started out sweet and soft, marking just over six months with the label. The relationship is still soft, but you can most definitely tell you're comfortable with each other. She was bored and felt like seeing him despite him coming over just a few days ago. You looked around your living room, spotting the fresh Statice flowers he had gifted you one night. A soft smile formed on your face, glancing over at your phone from a buzz.

'I'm on my way, and we're gonna go for a little adventure, hope you're up for it :3 I'll be there in ten <3' -isaac

The girl giggled to herself, and blew out each candle around her place to get it ready. No matter how many times they've seen each other, it still sends her heart racing.

After what felt like an eternity, a knock was heard on her front door. Immediately opening it, Isaac's arms were found right around her, melting in her touch. It felt so intoxicating to him, yet not bothersome. Letting go, you had invited him in, wanting to ask where the two of you were going this lovely evening.

"It's a surprise, but it's something you love. Aside from me, obviously," he teased dramatically.

Teasing the girl was something Isaac took much pride in, to see her reactions, to see just how she'd respond to loving him. No matter how many months pass, he still cannot get over the fact that he's with you. After fighting with himself, and finding himself longing at her and everything she did, he's finally with her. Isaac can't help but smile and tease when he's with the girl, he's in fact still swooned as if it's day one.

In response [name] rolled her eyes playfully. Just because you're together does not mean you don't banter with one another, but she took the latter's word as she walked up to him. Grabbing his hands softly, she placed a gentle kiss on them and Isaac couldn't help but feel weak in the knees. How can this girl, still, have an effect on him? He giggled softly, grabbing her hands back and leading her out the door they were once at.

➶ ｡˚ °

The two of you were in his car as Isaac refused to let you get the aux on this lovely evening. He had a specific idea in mind, japanese city pop, despite her fussing she was about to play that. Isaac smiled widely and playfully winked in response at the girl in his passenger side of his car. The melodic songs played softly, filling up the car as Isaac drove to his very secret location. That was until someone wanted to banter with him once more,

"What if I recognize where we're going?," [Name] questioned as she looked out the window, trying to get something out of the guy.

But he refused to budge, "Nuh uh, if you do, just um," he paused, "–close your eyes?"

The girl laughed, causing Isaac to softly grin to himself. She shook her head but complied with the latter, and decided to push him just a bit further.

"What if I don't wanna close my eyes, mr. why?"

"Baby, I will turn this car around and take myself on this date instead," he threw his head to the side to stare at her briefly. You couldn't help but giggle proudly at your work of pushing his buttons, not in a serious way of course.

The sun was settling down more than earlier as you've reached atop a grassy empty hill. Your eyes lit up and immediately looked towards Isaac, who's finding a place to park. The area is filled with trees and beautiful greenery, looking over a majority of the city. The sight was breathtaking, making it one of your favorite spots to decompress. 

Isaac turned the music up as he rolled down all the windows so that they could enjoy a little something while sitting outside.

[Name] got out of the car and leaned on the hood of it. Joining her, Isaac pulled his girlfriend closer towards him, snaking his right arm around her waist. The atmosphere was calm and quiet, with the music softly playing as you watched the sky's color fade and bleed into one another.

"It's been so long since I've watched the sunset, Isaac" you said while taking his hand into your own.

Isaac smiled gently, "I know and I thought maybe you'd like to see it again, for fun, and with me," he replied just above a whisper. The air felt so intimate between the two of them, so surreal. [Name] leaned back to face him while smiling sweetly.

"Thank you love," she leaned back in and gave him a kiss. It was a gentle, sweet kiss, to show her appreciation for the idea. And Isaac ate every bit of it up. He loved doing things with you, simply being in the same room gives him all the joy in the world. But being sat next to you, in this atmosphere, doing something you love, made him fall twice as hard as he was before. He couldn't stop himself from smiling when he was around you as he smiled into the kiss, and placed his forehead on yours before placing a light kiss on it as well. Isaac’s eyes lingered on the way the pinks and oranges reflected on your skin, basking in the welcoming sun. If he knew that the golden hues complimented you so well, he would have done this ages ago.

Not to mention how he looks as well. His eyes were glittered and the sun rays bounced off of his brown curly hair, causing a slight blush to appear across your face. His choice of outfit didn't make the situation any better as he wore a black tank with a black short sleeved button up, opened, over it. It was one of his best fits, in your humble opinion. His skin was kissed by the setting sun, and god was he something. [Name] laid her head on Isaac's shoulder, breathing in deeply as his hands played with the hem of your shirt. Giggles were shared between the two of them, along with quiet confessions and lingering touches.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

As the sky began to darken, you got up and offered your hand out towards Isaac. Confused, he takes it and you start playfully dancing with him. Getting the hint, Isaac giggled and spun her around. Stay with me played aloud in the background as the two of you messed around. Isaac couldn't help but softly laugh as he enjoyed every second of this, dancing like you're the only ones in the world. Normally, he wouldn't be keen on dancing, especially if anyone saw, but he loved it with a certain someone. She made him feel alive in a sense, the same way he made her feel. It felt so cliché and silly, but it warmed your heart hearing him enjoy himself.

You snuck a laugh when Isaac began to sing dramatically as he swung his hips slowly with the song. It was ridiculous but it was a sight to see. He grabbed your left hand, spinning then dipping you smoothly with your free hand landing on his chest. His face was barely two inches over yours, as a rosy tint spread across his cheeks as he smiled. There was a brief pause in time, that's what it felt like at least, before he gently kissed her. It was rather more passionate than before, but it was endearing–until his stomach rumbled causing her to giggle.

"Someone's hungry," she teased as she fumbled her phone to check what time it was.

"Uh no, I'm Isaac," he joked as he was embarrassed, gaining a look in response.

"That was lame, come on I'm also hungry," she grimaced teasingly.

"Lame or not you loved it," he teased back, pointing his finger at her. 

"Oh be quiet, I'll leave you here to starve," she laughed as she pushed him into the car. Isaac laughed with her, waiting to see what else the night held for them.

*☆•° . *

a/n: I had fun writing this ngl, thought I would give yall a nice lil break from my usual. I'm not too sure how I like this style, but thought I'd try it out :P anyway I hope yall enjoyed <3

[spadecentral]

🌲 Decoration Standards | Cater Diamond x Reader

>> requested: no >> a/n: merry late christmas @twst-the-night-away !!! i was your @twstedsecretsanta pinch hitter, sorry for the lateness <3

>> masterlist: here!! >> summary: you decorate a christmas tree with cater >> reader prns: they/them >> warning(s): none

Cater Diamond was never one for holidays. Of course, he went to Easter egg hunts, participated in Turkey Trots, and set up a Christmas tree. But he was never really into the idea of it. He supposed that it was because of his family–namely, his two sisters–forcing the ‘holiday spirit’ down his throat. But the only reason he does all of these things is to take cute photos with his friends to post to his Magicam account later.

That was, until he met you. He had never seen someone so keen on the holidays and spending the time with the people you felt closest too. Your stark contrast to his dislike for the holidays intrigued him, if he was being honest. So when the two of you started dating, it was definitely one of the hardest things he’s ever done. Adjusting to you and all of your holiday excitement, that is.

You buzzed with the utmost excitement as you placed ornaments on the tree that he had so carefully picked out, not caring at all where you put them. The garland that you placed on its branches didn’t wrap the whole length around the tree, causing you to find another one. And find one you did, the only problem was that it was in a different color. But you didn’t seem to care at all. You just walked around the tree and wound it higher and higher, until it reached the top. It looked as though all you wanted to do was have fun, and not care about the way things looked at all. To him, it was unsettling, at the very least.

But at the same time, he couldn’t help but love every second of it. Your carefree smile that rested softly on your lips as he took more and more photos of your decorating process did nothing less but enchant him. It was hard for Cater to stop watching you, even though he still didn’t like Christmas at all. But he would definitely try, just for you.

Stepping backwards to look at the absolutely beautiful mess you called a Christmas tree, you bumped right into him. 

“Oh Gods!” you nearly screamed, trying to regain balance before you fell to the floor.

Cater, startled by both your knocking into him and your yell, dropped his phone to catch you before you fell. Pulling you into him, he smiled discreetly to himself before looking at your face.

“Are you alright?” he asked, an undertone of suaveness in his voice. 

“Y-yes, thank you,” your voice wavered, still in a light sense of shock from your trip.

Both you and Cater stood there within each other's arms for a moment, relishing in the warmth. He took a deep breath in, finding comfort within your embrace. The air smelled of the vanilla candle that you had insisted on lighting earlier to ‘get into the Christmas spirit’, even though the smell made your nose tingle in irritation.

“Well then,” you said, pushing away from him with a slight nudge to his chest (which he most definitely pouted at). “What do you think?”

To Cater, that might have been the worst possible question to ask him. He knew that your decor on the tree did not even barely come up to his sisters’ holiday Code of Cuteness. But at the same time, he would rather die four times over than tell you that your tree was horrendous. So in a stroke of absolute genius, he said something that hopefully wouldn’t hurt your feelings. “I love its character! The way that the colors are bright and the ornaments are scattered around the branches. It’s great! Hashtag Great Decor!!”

As he looked back over to you, he could tell that you were definitely not buying it. Your eyes were half-lidded, your arms were crossed, and your eyebrow was lifted in such the smallest manner.

And you also knew he was lying straight out of his teeth.

“Cater, I think that was the fakest four sentences I’ve ever heard.” your sentence wasn’t really… mad. It was more of just general displeasure. He couldn’t tell if he liked that less. “What don’t you like about it?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” he was quick to say, hoping to dig his way out of the hole he created. “I just grew up with… standards for decoration, I guess.”

“There is no way you just said there are rules for decor,” you half snorted, not believing a single sentence.

“Look,” Cater said while patting his pockets for his phone. When he didn’t feel it in his pockets, his expression went a little sour before looking around him. Finally finding where he dropped it on the floor, he unlocked his phone and opened the Magicam app. Scrolling to his previous Christmas posts, he showed you exactly what he was talking about. Each tree had a set theme that the ornaments and other decorations, such as stockings, would stick to for each post. The first was cream, then red, then blue, and so on and so forth.

As you looked at the posts that Cater showed, you glanced up and down from his phone to the fully decorated tree.

“Those are kind of boring though, don’t you think?” you asked before pursing your lips in discontent.

“...Huh?”

“I mean, those are cute and all, but aren’t they kind of bland to look at? It’s like you’re overexerting a color until you can barely look at it in a way,” you huff. “If everything is nice and jumbled like this, wouldn’t it be nicer and more pleasing on the eye to look at, since it’s not a singular color and all that?”

“I never thought of it like that,” Cater responded. He never really thought of it much, anyway. He only thought of how his sisters wanted it to look ‘the cutest possible’ and how he would be forced to redo it if he didn’t decorate it up to their standards.

“See! Isn’t it beautiful?” you smiled before turning back to face the tree.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, which in response you smiled and leaned on his shoulder. But, his eyes didn’t even dare to glance in the direction of the tree. Instead, they stayed firmly planted on you, taking on every edge of your body. How your eyes glistened from the bright lights of the christmas tree, and how you relaxed after working on the tree for upwards of thirty minutes at most.

And in that blissful moment, he finally felt happy with the way things had turned out. He was happy with the decorations not being a theme, he was happy with the dim overhead lights and the bright flickers of the tree, and he was even satisfied with the thick layer of snow that was piling up outside the dorms–which is something that he would most definitely have to trudge through to get to his classes the next day.

But most importantly, he was happy with you. With being in your arms, smiling up at the trainwreck tree, and not having a care in the world. And there will never be a day where he isn’t content with you.

>> twst taglist: @tulipluvlettr | @strawberry-hyacinth | @oseathepebble | @wisteriainslumber | @villaim | @pastelmage | @xphantasmagoriax | @atlasnessie | @divinesapph | @ze-maki-nin | @silly-ez | @l1vyatan | @savanaclaw1996 | @enigmatic-pers | @ruggiethethuggie | @ravenlking | @queerlordsimon | @kyraxiyn | @rayisalive

[viiihouse]

Once you try to seduce me, it grows and grows Your mind will never deny what your body knows I know you want to take off all your clothes But please don't do it

272. Incense & Candles * #prince 3121

[birdbrain-npts]

Rosy Maple Moth NPTs

Pt: Rosy Maple Moth NPTs /end pt

Names: Amaranth, Blossom, Blush, Bug, Burn, Candle, Coral, Dryocampa, Fluff, Fluffy, Flutter, Hana, Lemon, Light, Maple, Moth, Pink, Pinkie, Raisa, Red, Rosa, Rosalina, Rose, Rosie, Rosy, Rubi, Rubicunda, Ruby, Silk, Silver, Sugar, Tea

Pronouns: bug/bugs, candle/candles, fluff/fluffs, flutter/flutters, light/lights, maple/maples, moth/moths, pastel/pastels, pink/pinks, rose/roses, rosy/rosys, sug/sugar, sugar/sugars, wind/winds, wing/wings, yellow/yellows, 🌸/🌸s, 🍁/🍁s, 💛/💛s, 🟡/🟡s, 🦋/🦋s, 🩷/🩷s, 🪷/🪷s

Titles: he who is pink and yellow, he who lives on maple trees, he who lives on red / silver / sugar maples, he with fluffy wings, prn who flutters [ to light ], the bug, the bug / moth collector, the dryocampa rubicunda, the entomologist, the fluttering bug, the moth [ in the moonlight / under the moon ], the rosy maple / silk moth, the smallest silk moth, the winged ( noun )

* he / him can be replaced with any pronoun. ( Noun ) is supposed to be replaced with terms like boy or cat

Text in bold is Names, Pronouns, and Titles respectively

Requested by 🌸🎉 [2/3]

Tagging @id-pack-archive and @npt-archive

[lovehateanalysis]

Hand sanitizer: A Spell 

⊹₊┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ✿ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈₊⊹

Quick PSA:

 i am just one witch and this is my practice 

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Quick Intro about Me : 

Name prns : Ezekiel he/him

I'm a Jewish Polish Mexican Southern American witch 

Or you can say a Folk witch 

( ik what a mouthful )

I've been practicing on and off since i was 10

Enough about me onto the spell 

⊹₊┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ✿ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈₊⊹ What is a spell ? 

My definition is a specific ritual using elements that correspond with a goal or specific intention in mind 

It can be as simple or as elaborate as you like

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Ingredients

(required) Hand sanitizer 

(optional) whatever else you like 

Ex: a drawn circle,wand,crystals, pen & paper, ect

So easy right !!!!!!! ⊹₊┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ✿ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈₊⊹

What i do / spell : 

This spell can be ,as you'll hear me say often, Simple or elaborate 

A simple version of this spell is just using the hand sanitizer with intentions based upon the fragrance and color  

!!!WOW SO CRAZY!!!!

OR 

A more elaborate way of this spell is by

Write down your goals as a spell ( can be rhyming can be a phrase or motto) 

Draw a circle out of something (Ex:pencil , salt, herbs , ect)

3. Draw sigil based upon your goal and place it in the middle of the circle or put it on the bottle itself 

4. Set up some crystal and candles 

5. Place your hand sanitizer in the middle of the circle

6. Say your incantation 

7. Say your closing remarks and clean up

8. Now its ready to use 

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Example :

Lets says you have a lilac hand sanitizer 

I associate lilacs with sleep and rest

And most bottle or color of the hand sanitizers are purple i personally associates purple with dreams 

So when i'm using this hand sanitizer for a spell my focus would be of a reset , sleep or rest spell because of the elements I associate with the hand sanitizer 

Remember as simple or as elaborate as you'd like ⊹₊┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ✿ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈₊⊹

Last remarks : 

Remember to do whatever feels most comfortable, change stuff to fit your practice better, and witchcraft is based upon using what you have. You don’t need fancy tools or items from that etsy shop to be a witch 

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[chuuuya-kun]

CHANDELURE LINE NPTS !?

for anon !

Names !?

chandler . chandy . wic . wicktor . flamette . waxine . torchic . lucy . alina . liana . lux . litsy . leight ( on ) . brite . briteney . spiritenne . ghoulita . ghoulesse . boo . plasmanna . lampette . lampina . lampinito . lampion . chandlietta . chandliana . candelita . candelion . candelina . clara .

Pronouns !?

wii/wick . tor/torch . li/lite . lit/lits . brit/brite . hite/him . thy/thym . lumi/luminescent . lumi/lumis . lumi/lumine . lu/luz . la/luz . ghou/ghouls . boo/boos . spi/rit . lux/luxx . bright/brighter . oo/ooos . ill/uminate . glow/glows . fla/me . wax/waxy . ceil/ceiling . fancy/fancier . limp/lamp . on/off . light/dark . bright/dim .

Titles !?

The Glowing One . The Ghost Of Light . Prn Who Glows . The Twin Flame . Prn Who Is Luminescent . The Illuminated One . The Spirit In The Candle . Prn Who Eats Candle Wax . The Waxy One . The Chandelier's Ghost . The Brightest Flame . The Torch . Prn Who Hangs From The Ceiling . The Hanging One . The Light Fixture . Prn Who Lights Up The Room . The Lit One . Prn Who Lights . The One With A Wick . The Ghost Who Glows . The Lamp Who Could . Prn Who Lights Up The Darkness . The Light In The Dark .

hope this is alright ! i don't know much about pokemon . . it was fun to make though ^-^ !!

divider cred

[sp1rit-realm]

༻¨*:· 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 ·:*¨༺

༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ sirius convinces you to tell remus you like him.

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 fem!reader (she/her prns) 𖦹 sirius being an idiot 𖦹 a sprinkle of angst 𖦹 hurt/comfort kinda ? 𖦹 i did not proofread this⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 1.1k

Arithmancy: Your favorite class, not because you enjoyed the classwork or the material—or the professor—it was tedious. It was your favorite class because of the boy sitting beside you. 

Remus Lupin was witty and brilliant, with a sharp tongue that dripped with sarcasm. He was always a shoulder to cry on, and you knew you could always count on him. He made the class bearable. You were confused when he first sat next to you; usually, he was with his friends. None of them took Arithmancy; then, it all made sense. You had become... friends? You weren't sure what to call it. You didn't talk outside of class, save for the few times you went to him for a good laugh when you needed comfort.

Now, you sat in the library, wanting to bang your head against the wall until it put you into a coma. For your life, you couldn't remember the ingredients in Skele-gro and were becoming more irritated by the second. Skele-gro is a simple potion you learned in your third year, but you have always had trouble remembering anything about it. You sighed and rested your head on the table.

Someone stood beside you; you could feel it. "You okay?" They asked. You recognized the voice all too well. 

Sirius Black—just the person you weren't looking for.

"No," You sat up and crossed your arms, "What's it to you?"

He smirked—flashing his wolfy teeth at you—eyes mischievous with a hint of sincerity; he leaned against the table, "Well, good thing I'm here. 'M always willing to help a damsel in distress." He pulled out a chair and gracefully sat down. His movements were fluid as he scooted closer to you.

"My knight in shining armor," You deadpanned, voice monotone.

"I'm a whiz at potions, babe. Let me help you."

"How'd you know it's potions?" Your brow quirked out of its own volition.

"Your book is wide open, babe." He gestured to the splayed open textbook.

"Stop calling me babe," You scowled.

Ignoring your comment, he spoke: "What're you having trouble with?"

"How do you remember the ingredients? I just can't seem to do it." You huffed, shoulders slumping with your breath.

"Flashcards, babe. Oldest trick in the book." He threw his arm around your shoulder just to irk you—it worked.

"Walk you to dinner?" He asked, offering his arm.

You took it, smiling.

As you went to depart, he held onto your wrist, "Where'd ya think you're going?"

"To eat?"

"Nonsense," He began dragging you, "Come with me. Sit with the cool kids."

You snorted out a laugh.

"Hey," He frowned, "What's so funny."

"Cool kids." You say with air quotes. He scowls; you continue laughing.

"Oh, hello, Y/n," Remus smiles at you, and your heart melts like a candle next to a bonfire.

"You know her?" Sirius interrupts, "And you never thought to introduce us to such a lovely person? Shame on you, Remus Lupin. Shame. On. You."

Remus only shrugged, "We're not exactly friends. We just sit next to each other in Arithmancy."

Your heart ceased melting and began breaking; not exactly friends. How tragic. 

Sirius insisted on walking you back to your dorm.

"You like him, don't you?" You figured this was the reason why.

"Who?" You feigned cluelessness.

"Remus, you dolt." 

You scowled, "Don't call me stupid."

"Yes? Or no?"

"Fine," You huffed, "Maybe I do like him. What's it to you?"

He smirked again, "He likes you back!" He sang.

You wanted to die. Okay, maybe death is a little dramatic. "No," You deadpanned, "Absolutely not."

"Are you destined to be miserable?" He sighed dramatically.

You shrugged, "Maybe."

"Tell him," He begged, hands clasped, "Please?" He continued.

"No."

He stopped, "Wait, what? Why?"

"Because there's no way he actually likes me, Sirius. He said we're not even friends."

"People who aren't friends start dating all the time!" He protested as you retreated to your dorm.

"Goodnight!" You called.

Maybe Sirius was right, but also he could be wrong—so there's that. You were torn because what's the worst a rejection could do? So he stops sitting next to you? Not a big deal. Except it would be a big deal, and rejection would break your heart. But, on the other hand, maybe your heart needed to break so you could pick the pieces back up.

Being left with your thoughts was frustrating.

You talked to yourself on the way to class.

"Hey, Remus! I love you!" You mumbled to yourself. "No," You decided, "That's way too strong."

"Hey, Remus, I understand if you don't feel the same way, but would you like to go on a date with me?" You shook your head, "Oh Merlin, this is never gonna work."

At the end of the lesson, you turned to him. "Remus? I have a question."

He smiled, "Shoot."

You sucked in a breath, "Would you, by any chance, like me?" You mentally screamed at yourself. That was the worst way you could've gone upon that.

"No," He shook his head, "Sorry." He offered a frown.

"No big deal," You forced a smile, "Have a good day."

You had never felt so alone.

You heard the door open.

"Y/n?"

You groaned; this could not be happening except that it was.

"Leave," You murmured, "Please."

"No," He sat on your dormmate's bed, "I'm worried. You haven't been to class in days."

You huffed a pained laugh, "Why would you care?" You paused, "Who am I kidding? It's because you're a great person."

"No, I'm not. You wanna hear one of the worst things I've done?"

You shrugged, "I guess so."

"There's this girl—"

"Why would I want to hear about this, Remus?"

"Let me finish," He chastised, "There's this girl, and I really, really like her. For some reason, I told her I didn't. I think it's 'cos I get so flustered around her that my brain stops working."

"I think you should tell her that." You huffed, crossing your arms.

"I did!" He was far too happy right now; you wanted to punch him.

"And now you're dating? I'm so happy for you, Remus. I really am, but I cannot do this right now." You pressed your palms against your eyes like that would stop the tears. It didn't.

"She hasn't answered me yet. And I'd really like to formally ask her, but she's covering her eyes."

It took you a second to process his words. Then, you smiled that lovely smile.

"I really hope you're talking about me," You uncovered your eyes, "Because if you're not, I will start crying again."

"I am talking about you." He smiled, eyes hopeful.

fanks for reading

mutuals: @sw34terw34ther @nyxxxxxxxx @innerloverpainter @woahlifehitsyahuh @onmyknees4lily @maddipoof @forourmoons @mad-elia

[plural-templates]

Helloo!! Could you possibly make a Bendy themed template (Bendy from Bendy and the ink machine!) /nf !

∯﹕︶ name ⥾ ： age ⁺∕∖ :key2: :candle:， ∠ prns . prns . prns ∿ ． ⋘﹐ txtxt ,, ∈ ―:black_heart:︷ txtxt ∝：

◖⊂． boundary 1 .. y|a|n .◜✰ :pencil: :movie_camera:—◟ boundary 2 .. y|a|n ﹒⪨⸝⋆ ᶻz﹢◟ boundary 3 .. y|a|n ﹚:unlock:．

:bulb:﹒▸ txtxt ！:black_nib: ★ :thought_balloon:–⊂ txtxt ⸝⸝＞:8ball:

i hope this works!!

(sorry that it took so long i thought i posted this already :headinhands:)

[gl1ttergutzz]

Inanimate insanity headcannons

I felt like sharing my headcannons (MY OPINION!!)

[She/her] Lightbulb - Trans/Lesbian

[They/Them] Paintbrush - Nonbinary/Lesbian

[She/They] Test Tube - Demigirl/Pansexual

[He/Him] Fan - Trans/Pansexual

[She/Her] Marshmallow - Lesbian/Asexual

[Any prns] Bow - Bisexual/Agender

[Any prns] Apple - Genderfluid/Pansexual

[He/They] Balloon - Gay/Aspec

[Any prns] Suitcase - Pansexual/Agender

[He/Him] Baseball - Bisexual

[He/any] Knife - Genderqueer/Pansexual

[He/Him] Nickel - Gay/Aceflux

[He/Him] Cheesy - Abroromantic/Boyflux

[They/Them] Cherries - Nonbinary/AroAce

[She/They] Microphone - Demigirl/Lesbain

[She/Her] Soap - Pansexual/girlflux

[He/Him] Trophy - Trans/Omnisexual

[He/Him] Tissues - Queer/questioning

[He/They] Yin-Yang - Aromantic

[He/Him] Bomb - Bisexual/Aromantic

[He/Him] Paper - Gay/Demiromantic

[He/Him] OJ - Gay/Demisexual(romantic)

[She/They] Pepper - Lesbian

[She/Her] Salt - Bisexual

[He/Him] Pickle - Pansexual

[She/Her] Taco - Lesbian/Cupioromantic

[He/Him] Blueberry - Asexual

[They/Them] Bot - Nonbinary/pansexual

[She/They] Cabby - Lesbian/Asexual

[They/She] Candle - Nonbinary/Bisexual

[She/Her] Clover - Pansexual/Asexual

[He/Him] Goo - Questioning

[He/Him] Lifering - Bisexual

[He/She] Silver spoon - Trans/Pansexual

[She/Her] Tea kettle - Straight Ally

[He/Him] Floory - Omnisexual

[He/Him] Mephone4 - Pansexual/Demiromantic

[He/Him] Mephone4s - Bisexual

[He/They] Mepad - Gay/Asexual

[He/Him] Toilet - Gay/Asexual

Thank you for your time

[discardead]

··· ··· ··· ✧✦✧ ··· ··· ···　Sun with Witchy Elements + Vulture Culture themed NPUT list

﹒﹒﹒　Requested by @wwarrenheim

Sun. Sunny. Sunshine. Sunray. Sunset. Sunrise. Sunstone. Solar. Sol. Solis. Soleil. Solthera. Solaristh. Solar. Solara. Ray. Aurora. Dawn. Carrion. Ashe. Ashyre. Asher. Cadavre. Graves. Carcasse. Agari(cus). Shroomsie. Bowie. Moss. Ciro. Hawthorn. Hawthorne. Wilder. Forest. Emrys. Sorrel. Aster. Prairie. Solcrafte. Solarae. Aurelia. Aurelius. Aurelith.

sku/skulls. mu/mush. mush/shrooms. bo/bones. su/sun. sol/sols. ra/rays. shi/shine. daw/dawn. gra/graves. de/dead. wi/witch. spe/spells. mo/moss. ma/magic. sor/sorcery. ma/mage. ca/candle. wi/wick. li/lits.

sunbows. sunrayed. deadfalls. deadfallen. vultrre. skelebun. skelecats. skelepups. skele[animal]. solwitch. sunwitchs. suncaster. sunspells. solstwitch. aurasun. witchofsun. witchofsol. suncharmr. sunbathings. bonecollccter. sunshiine. sundawn. boneyards. carrionfindr. decayinbones. bonecraftings. sunblessed. sunkissedwitch. sunkisses.

The Witch of Solar Sorcery. The Witch of the Dawn. The Witch at Dawn. Prn* who comes at Dawn. Prn* who basked in the Sun. The Witch blessed by the Sun. The Sun Witch. Prn* who casts Spells. The Sun Spellcaster. The Sun Witch's Bone Collection. Prn* Bone Collections/Hoard. Prn* who preserves Animals. The Vulture who focus on Sun Magic.

[brainpal-gachapon]

can u make a homura headmate

Name: Homura

Age: 15

Prns: she/they/magic/purple/candle/puella/novel/dark

Gender: transfem demigirl

Source: Madoka Magica

Species: Human

TransIDs: permaspirling ,, transatypicaldysphoria ,, transaesthetic

(Optional) Role: arcavist ,, academic ,, concilman

Personality: Homura is more shy and reserved. Puella engjoys reading and learning new things. Purple is obsessed with candles and academia aesthetics. While she likes to keep to themself, candle doesn't mind opening up to people darks closer too.

[archival-arrival]

CandLitScentic

a -scentic gender related to the aroma of lit candles, scented or not, the smell of a burning wick and melting wax is heavily tied to one's gender.

names: candle smoke wick, wax burn/bern taper kandle votive

prns: can/dle, can/candle, candle/candles, candle/stick, candle/light wax/waxes, wick/wicks burn/burns smoke/smokes

[alienidolism]

hi could i maybe request an airy hfjone npt.. i dont know if ur ok with object shows but um understood if you decline this ^_^ thanks

im okay with object shows ! though i dont know anything about them , so forgive me ...

names

scrappy , lamp , flame , deadpan , sky , todd , breezy , candle , beacon , host , oil , bulb , flare , gleam

pronouns

float/floats , light/lights , dim/dims , bore/boredom , crack/cracks , glass/glasses , host/hosts , voice/voices , antag/antagonist , torch/torches , game/games , wait/waits

titles

the copper trawler lantern , (prn) with an unknown name , the one in the waiting room , the apathetic one , the host , the disembodied voice in the sky , (prn) who slipped and fell , the one with a dim light , the ringleader

there wasn't much for me to go off of , im sorry !! still , i hope you like these !!! thank you for requesting !!