#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

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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...

[moon-axolotl]

The Thropp family line is pervasive in generations of emotional neglect and abuse. They are, however, deeply connected by 4 generations of doomed bisexuality and toxic polyamory representation 🥰

[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!

[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

[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.)

[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

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[tamagotchikgs]

i hav 1 candle and it will not stay stay lit n i dont know how to fix it so every couple weeks for the past 2 years i just stare at it like this