#candle wick

[theghostoficarus]

NO LONGER YOU

Epic the Musical has a death grip on me and it shows.

questions are open about my comic Phantom Flames which these characters are from!

[fablegate]

Oh wow I just remembered Eights, hope the goober is doing well!

The goober is doing very well! Him and CW have been chilling in the back of my brain, sipping martinis and relaxing

[joanna-fake-name]

Candle Wick is my platonic here me out. Like I can fix him platonically. He is my best friend. He's so skrunkly I love him

[northwooddistributing]

Craft Your Way to a Happier Mind: The Surprising Benefits of DIY Fun!

Having a hobby is one of the keys to living a happy, fulfilled life. Hobbies can provide an outlet for stress, a break from the daily grind, and an opportunity to explore new interests and passions. Among the many available hobbies, DIY (Do-It-Yourself) activities such as crafting and candle making have gained significant popularity in recent years. More than just a fun pastime or an avenue to create unique, personalized items, DIY activities can provide a wealth of benefits for mental health. 

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[bhups15]

Unveiling the Magic Behind Candle Wick

For centuries, candles have been emblematic of illumination, casting a timeless and universal warmth. Yet, amidst their mesmerizing glow, lies an unsung hero often overlooked: the candle wick. Join us on a journey to unveil the mysteries and significance of this seemingly modest component of candlecraft.

The Genesis of Wick: From Ancient Origins to Contemporary Craftsmanship There is no way to separate the evolution of brightness from the annals of the candle wick. The ancient Romans and Egyptians and among others, used papyrus and twisted linen to fashion crude candles. However, the manufacture of candles became an art form throughout the Middle Ages, when wicks were carefully braided from materials such as cotton or hemp. This process created the groundwork for modern wicks.

The Anatomy of a Wick: Deciphering its Components Contrary to popular belief, a candle wick is not a mere thread overflow in wax, it is a complex structure comprising multiple layers, each with a distinct purpose.

The Core: At its core lies stability, typically crafted from cotton or a cotton blend, ensuring the wick remainder upright during ignition.

The Braid: Encasing the core is a tightly woven sheath that acts as a conduit, drawing liquid wax up through capillary action, fueling the flame.

The Coating: Many wicks undergo treatment with various additives like borax or boric acid to enhance production, reducing smoking and improving flaming.

Selecting the Perfect Match: The Art of Wick Selection Choosing the ideal wick for a candle is akin to finding the complete dance partner, requiring careful consideration of factors such as candle size, wax type, and desired burning features.

Size Matters: The diameter of the candle remarkably influences wick selection, with thickness impacting combustion efficiency and smoke production.

Wax Compatibility: Different waxes demand tailored wicks due to difference in melting points and viscosity levels.

Burn Characteristics: Whether craving a steady glow or a dynamic flicker, factory owner offer wicks designed to accommodate diverse preferences.

The Science of Maintenance: Optimizing Performance Through Wick Trimming Regular wick trimming is essential to prevent excessive sooting and promote cleaner, more efficient burning, enhancing the candle's overall performance.

In Conclusion: Shedding Light on the Unassuming Luminary In the realm of candle making, the wick is not simply a useful component but an artistic expression. Its silent presence arrange the display of light and warmth we cherish. So, as you revel in the glow of a candle, take a moment to honor the self-effacing wick, a testament to centuries of artisanship and innovation, light up our lives with every flicker.

[wickcipher]

ebenezer scrooge lookin pjs...

[musicalyeetreblr]

Wicked characters as things in my photo album

Candle

Rain

Liir

Killyjoy

Avaric

Trism

Fiyero

Sarima

Elphaba

Glinda

[eralacrimae]

They are closing in

My tribute to John Wick: Chapter 4. Thank you Le Castle Vania for making the most incredible music for it!

[amywritesthings]

gojo satoru. / day 03: unhealthy.

fandom: jujutsu kaisen pairing: gojo satoru x reader (implied gojo x reader x geto) warnings: set during hidden inventory arc, implications of self harm through neglect, implied polyamory for @thedrabblecollective's challenge / dividers by @saradika-graphics

Hovering.

The realization hits belatedly: where a divide was once nonexistent now sits a shield, an Infinity, barring your touch.

Gojo's sunken eyes focus on the outstretched hand pushing towards him, as if starved to touch it. Yours witnesses a first: he's shutting you out, taking his role as the only to new heights.

"It's unhealthy to be like this, Satoru." Your plea is met a stare to the void. "Let me in."

Suguru haunts him in his sleep. In the daylight, he lingers around corners waiting for you.

"I'll figure this out," Gojo promises. "For us."

(He never will.)

[theghostoficarus]

The thumbnail for my new video! Not super proud of it but it's not terrible, I was trying something new so it's to be expected :D

[thewhumpcaretaker]

⚜ 𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐕𝐈: 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 ⚜

Sources: One | Two | Three

Event Host: @wickblr

Summary: Vincent toys with a candle recklessly to tempt Chidi into playing a dangerous game with him.

CW: smut, wax play/temperature play, bratting, self-harm scare (it's not what Chidi thinks), previously established BDSM relationship

What can Vincent be holding in his secret heart? What patience will win that knowledge? And how can Chidi quiet his own heart without knowing?

With respect, and with love. That is, as always, the answer. Vincent is being silent tonight, and that frightens him every time. But Chidi's worry is his own to manage. He's lucky just to be in Vincent's presence.

The most exquisite man in all the world is sitting at the window, watching the sun die behind clouds too thick to transmit the glow. There’s only a little light at the horizon, as the day turns to night without sunset. Outside, a dismal rain falls gently but persistently, and inside, the lights are off in the bedroom. The only fire of this evening is in Vincent’s hands. He’s taken up a long, white candle, and he’s playing with it more idly than Chidi would like. But then, it lends him that daring quality which Chidi loves, the dark playfulness that sometimes comes over him in the midst of fencing or even a genuine knife fight.

“Assieds-toi avec moi. [Sit with me,]” he says, without turning towards Chidi, and Chidi can think of nothing he’d rather do. He sets a matching chair next to his master.

Vincent is fresh from the bath, warmed and flushed all over. He seems so small, so fragile against the vastness of the autumn evening. Pink rosiness glows out from under the loose fur robe that he’s allowed to slip down off his shoulders. It falls around him as a blanket, giving him the look of someone disheveled, debauched even, to match his tossled, damp hair. The candlelight singes its way across his features in yellow-gold, turning his irises to honey. But Chidi can’t read the look on his face. Pensive? Dreamy? Tense?

He’s staring into the flame, unmoving. The wax pools slowly at its tip, a little hollow of mesmerizing liquid. Chidi watches Vincent watching it, tries desperately to read him. He’s so caught up in the effort that it takes a moment for him to notice how the candle is hovering over Vincent’s lap. It’s starting to tilt.

“Marquis.” He doesn’t answer. He’s doing this on purpose. Chidi’s heart goes into his throat. “Vincent.” Still nothing, not even a change in expression. The wax shimmers.

It’s pure reflex. His hand shoots out to shield Vincent’s skin, a split second before the drip can make contact. On the back of his hand, there’s a fiery sting. It doesn’t hurt as much as he expected but he’s speechless at what just happened. He notices that his hand is still on Vincent’s thigh but doesn’t dare take it away because the candle is still hovering above it. 

Vincent, to his surprise, just breaks into a smile. “Tu trembles. Pour moi. [You’re shaking. For me.]” There’s real tenderness coloring his voice. He leans forward and leaves a reverent kiss on Chidi’s lips in reward. 

He swallows, trying to focus on the problem at hand. “Bien sûr que je le suis. Monsieur, pourquoi avez-vous - [Of course I am. Sir, why did you - ]"

“C'est une bougie spéciale. Tu aimes ça ? Je l'ai acheté dans un club à Rome. La cire fond à une température plus froide que la plupart des autres, suffisamment froide pour couler sur la peau. C'est pour le plaisir. [It's a special candle. Do you like it? I got it at a club in Rome. The wax melts at a cooler temperature than most, cool enough to drip on skin. It’s for fun.]”

Oh. Chidi’s heart refuses to fall back into its regular rhythm, even as he exhales. “Ne m’effraie pas comme ça. Je pensais que tu étais… imprudent. [Don’t scare me like that. I thought you were…being reckless.]”

All he offers is a smug grin and a shrug. “Tu as ressenti un frisson, je peux le dire. C'est tellement protecteur… En tout cas, c'est plutôt sûr. Bien sûr, il y a parfois des histoires d'horreur à propos d'impuretés dans la cire qui fondent trop fort. Des cicatrices permanentes… on ne sait jamais ce qui peut arriver. Mon garde du corps devrait s'en préoccuper, n'est-ce pas ? [You got a thrill out of it, I can tell. So protective… Anyway, it’s quite safe. Though of course, there are occasional horror stories of impurities in the wax that melt too hot. Permanent scars…one never knows what could happen. My bodyguard ought to be concerned with that, wouldn’t you agree?]” His hand drifts back, threatening a spot closer to his torso, where Chidi’s hand is no longer in the line of gravity. With a lurch of adrenaline, he follows, just in time to be struck by another searing droplet. He’s farther up Vincent’s thigh now, and acutely aware of how his thumb is pressing against the inside of the flesh.

A game is afoot. Follow the fire. Protect the Marquis.

Vincent leans back, as if he’s just getting comfortable, and lets the robe fall open. Chidi can’t help stealing a glance at his erection before locking eyes with him again. They’re both breathing too fast. But he’d better keep his focus on the candle - now it’s close to the V-line of his hip. (V for Vincent. V for voluptuous.) Chidi’s hand slides up to follow, feeling the dips and the curves and the sudden hits of pain. Vincent’s thigh is all disused muscle and gentle plumpness, the innocence of a body that has never known physical labor. Chidi presses into it to convey his urgency. The sense of danger still lingers, the need to prove that he’ll never let Vincent feel even an ounce of pain on his watch. 

Vincent keeps moving the candle. Up. Back down, up again. He’s puppeting Chidi’s hand, teasing himself with it. He bites back a moan but the way it changes his breathing still halts Chidi’s. In another second he moans anyway, frustrated - he’s teased himself too much and now he can’t take it anymore. 

Then the candle is over his cock. Chidi could swear Vincent’s eyebrow twitches upward just a fraction in challenge.

There’s no hesitation. Chidi grabs it, cupping the tip in protection. The candle flickers as Vincent tenses up with sudden pleasure. “Putain… [Fuck...]”

“C'est dangereux, monsieur. [This is dangerous, sir,]” Chidi admonishes. “Si ça coule ici, ça fera trop mal, peu importe le type de bougie. [If it drips here it will hurt too much, no matter what kind of candle it is.]” He's still shaking. But he doesn’t safeword.

“Alors tu ferais mieux d’être extrêmement prudent avec moi. [You’ve better be exceedingly careful with me then.]” The Marquis' voice is unnaturally soft and heady. 

God, this man will be the death of him. “...D'accord, je le serai. […Okay, I will be.]” Chidi puts a second hand at the base of his cock, now enveloping it completely.

The Marquis grips at the arm of the chair, making the most gratified sorts of noises, while a lazy drop of wax strays onto Chidi’s wrist. Vincent throws his head back, breaking eye contact for the first time in their little game. “S’il te plaît… ne reste pas assis là. Ne vois-tu pas que ce n’est pas suffisant de supporter ma douleur ? Fais-moi plutôt ressentir quelque chose de bien. [Please…don’t just sit there. Don’t you see it’s not enough to take my pain? Make me feel something good in its place.]”

And of course, Chidi obeys. He translates the heat in his hands into long, sensual strokes that wring heavenly noises out of Vincent. It seems to go on forever in that otherworldly space of total service and devotion. The candle is their hourglass and time counts forward only by each drop of wax. With every hit, both of them jump, heightening the tension. 

Vincent’s breathing is getting heavier, his eyes half lidded. The candle is burning low, and as the flame approaches his master’s fingers, Chidi’s fear becomes more real. He accelerates his pace until Vincent’s hips start to thrust upward into his grip. Good, he’s close to losing control.

Everything is on fire now. If Chidi has a body outside of his busy hands and the bulge straining at his inseam, he has lost all awareness of it. It’s swallowed in the pure sex of those delicious sensations, in the scent of wax and smoke and Vincent’s musky-sweet pheromones, in the sight of Vincent’s parted lips and shadowed eyes, in the next huge drop of wax building up at the edge of the candle.

The final rush of warmth comes not from above, but flooding into his palm, accompanied by a high-pitched whine and a string of French expletives as Vincent melts completely under his touch. Chidi loses himself in it, in a bodily sympathy for Vincent. He realizes too late that there’s a wet spot forming in his slacks. 

Vincent giggles. “Regarde ce que tu as fait. Je - [Look what you’ve done. I - ]“

“La flamme, monsieur! [The flame, sir!]” It’s glowing right against Vincent’s fingers now. Before anything can happen, Chidi’s breath snuffs it out. With a swift motion, he sends it flying onto the windowsill where it can't touch Vincent anymore.

There’s darkness. Silence. Only the light of the blue-black sky and the patter of raindrops and the ocean of their breathing. Vincent amends his phrasing. “Regarde ce que tu fais pour moi. [Look what you do for me.]” There’s no misinterpreting the affection in his gaze now. He leans forward.

The last whisper of smoke is trapped between their joining lips.

[chexingtonmixalot]

If I had a nickel for every time Lou Wilson’s character went off on his own on an island and gets into trouble with a whacky cast of characters I’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it’s happened twice

[unironicallytes]

Dear Brother's mythos is actually much more in-depth with regards to this and requires an entire lore post with illustrations of like 3 different manifestations and an explanation of the Mantling of a Mephala Champion who left behind the husk of her mortal corpse amidst apotheosis

but I think this is a hilarious image that sums up the AU's stance on the lore fairly simply

(mandatory disclaimer that i love lore discussions and never attribute my fanon interpretations as "truth". im annoying and i love it when 20 contradicting things exist in fiction and all have a bit of the whole. besides i only recently came around to the Mephala/Mother thing when I remembered mantling was a thing lmfao djkhsdkfh shout out to Sheogorath 2)

[northwooddistributing]

Candle Containers: A Must-Have for Every Home

Introduction:

The comforting glow and delightful scent deriving from a lit candle can immediately change the atmosphere of a room. It establishes a setting for unwinding, easing a stressful day, or adding a special touch to an occasion. However, in addition to the captivating flame, the vessel holding the candle plays a critical role in safety and appearance. Whether you're an experienced candle enthusiast or just beginning to delve into wicks and wax, selecting the appropriate Candle Container is always significant.

Introduction:

The comforting glow and delightful scent deriving from a lit candle can immediately change the atmosphere of a room. It establishes a setting for unwinding, easing a stressful day, or adding a special touch to an occasion. However, in addition to the captivating flame, the vessel holding the candle plays a critical role in safety and appearance. Whether you're an experienced candle enthusiast or just beginning to delve into wicks and wax, selecting the appropriate Candle Container is always significant.

A Vessel for Light and Fragrance: Types of Candle Containers:

Candle containers come in a dazzling array of shapes, sizes, and materials, each offering unique advantages:

Glass containers: Glass containers are a timeless and adaptable option that lets light shine through, displaying the beauty of the melted wax and producing a radiant atmosphere. It comes in different thicknesses, with thicker glass being well-suited for big candles that produce more heat.

Ceramic: Ceramic containers offer a touch of rustic charm or a sleek, modern look depending upon the design. They are excellent at heat retention and insulation, making them suitable for long-burning candles.

Metal containers: Metal containers, especially tins, create a vintage or industrial vibe. They are easy to carry, making them perfect for travel candles. Nonetheless, metal containers can get hot, so it's crucial to handle them carefully.

Concrete containers: Concrete containers have become fashionable and offer a distinctive industrial look. They are strong, long-lasting, and great at retaining heat. Keep in mind that concrete is porous and may require sealing before use.

Wood containers: Wood containers offer a hint of natural culture, although they are not as widely used. They offer great insulation but need to be handled with care to maintain their heat resistance.

Beyond Aesthetics: Choosing the Right Container:

While appearance plays a significant role, there's more to consider when selecting a candle container. Here are some key factors to keep in mind:

Size: The size of the container should match the amount of wax in the candle. If the container is too big, wax will be wasted. If it's too small, it may overheat.

Heat Resistance: Select a container material that can endure the heat from the lit candle. Choose heat-resistant materials such as glass, ceramic, or metal.

Wick Size: The size of the wick needs to match the diameter of the container. If the wick is too large, it will make the candle burn too hot, and if it's too small, it will produce a weak flame.

Safety: Be sure to search for containers with a steady bottom to avoid them from toppling over. Covers are also essential for safely snuffing out the candle and stopping dust and dirt from gathering on the wax.

Personal Preference: Consider the overall look and feel you want to achieve. Do you want a classic and elegant glass jar, a rustic ceramic pot, or a unique and modern concrete vessel? Choose a container that complements your style and the ambiance you want to create.

The Art of Repurposing: Giving New Life to Candle Containers:

Once your candle has burned down, don't toss the container! With a little creativity, you can give it a new lease on life. Here are some ideas:

Clean and reuse it as a storage container for small items like jewelry, makeup brushes, or cotton balls.

Repurpose it as a mini planter for succulents or small herbs.

Transform it into a tealight holder by adding a layer of sand or decorative pebbles.

Use it as a DIY project base. Get creative and paint it, decoupage it, or embellish it to create a one-of-a-kind decorative piece.

Conclusion:

Choosing the right container for your candle is important. The candle can enhance its burning, fragrance, and appearance in your home. At NorthWood Distributing, we understand how essential good candle containers are. We offer a variety of glass, ceramic, metal, and concrete containers in different sizes, designs, and colors to meet your needs. Whether you're a professional candle maker or enjoy making personalized candles, we have the perfect container to enhance your candle experience. Visit us today to learn more about candle containers.

[alullinchaos]

TRIMMING YOU

please I'm already only 156cm... you can't do this... i beg of you...