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IllumiScents by Candle Warmers Wax Melts Reviews - March 2023

https://www.waxmeltreviews.com/illumiscents-wax-melt-reviews-0323.html

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The Making of Illumi Scents

I am Sarah, the founder of Illumi Scents, and this is my story.

Illumi Scents began when I, who has always been passionate about creating a relaxing and cozy atmosphere in my home. I tried many different methods, but nothing seemed to work quite as well as scented candles. However, I found that many of the candles I purchased were either too overpowering or didn't last very long.

Determined to find a solution, I began experimenting with different fragrances and ingredients to create my own scented candles. I spent countless hours researching and testing, trying to find the perfect balance between fragrance strength and burn time.

Finally, after many months of hard work, I had created three unique scents that I was proud of - one for relaxing, one for romance, and one for energizing. I named my brand Illumi Scents and launched it in 2015 with the aim of providing high-quality, long-lasting candles to customers who wanted to create a cozy and inviting atmosphere in their own homes.

As the business grew, I continued to innovate and experiment with new scents and designs. I collaborated with small businesses to create limited edition candles and gift sets, and even began offering custom scents for special occasions like weddings and birthdays.

Today, Illumiscents is a well-established brand with a loyal customer base. I remain committed to creating high-quality candles that not only smell great but also add to the ambiance of any room. I continue to innovate and create new scents, always striving to provide my customers with the best possible experience.

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The scarecrow's face, melted, like bubbling and boiling gas-- but the image was too terrible for him to process. It was that putrid looking green, melting off the skin, revealing layers and layers of dead, rotting skin, muscle, bone. The kaleidoscope twirled, making repeat impressions on his face. Robin couldn't tolerate it, quite literally gagging as he shook his head, eyes shut.

It didn't stop the visions, he opened them again. Time had made it not so horrifying. Or perhaps, it was the only way Jason could cope with the visions: the same yellow, connecting together like a mix-match of colored sugar pulms. A field of poppies, bright illumiscent color as the shapes warped in front of him. It was the face of his father, always empathetic behind a tight iron-locked expression. Bruce's mouth moved, and he heard the voice deep underwater, bubbling as he gasped for air.

Jason was crying. But it was silent. Hard to, when they laid at the bottom of the ocean, together.

Bruce spoke, slightly disjointed in his ears. "It's not you. It's something else entirely, chum. You know better. Where you belong... what you deserve... Do you think you've earned this, Jason Todd?"

"Yes," He rasped-- even the effort from his overwhelming emotions crashing into him like a tidal wave-- and the whole image in front of him, flickered, the sight of an old tree, a willow, and bending in the wind. The forest was dark. A gravestone greeted him.

Dick's voice continued, unfeeling,

"Do you? Do you think you've earned this?"

The tree roots rose, weaving through his limbs to hold him sitting down at the base of the tree. And there he was, stuck wearing a tattered, torn, ugly blue dress. The clocktower out in the distance chimed, 1 AM. The gravestones continued to pile in front of him. And in the darkness, a shadow moved. Jason was holding himself against a wall, and slightly rocked in order to try and shake himself of the fear ripping him apart from the inside out. The teenager asked,

"What do I need to do?"

Well, now, isn't that interesting. No screams of terror, no clawing at the skin, just half-disaffected disappointment. This Robin is used to being left all alone. It'd be enough to pull at a man's heartstrings, if he didn't know how statistically common it all is.

Crane doffs his hat and mask, looking at Robin with eyes that are suddenly, horribly human. Perhaps the vigilante has seen this face before: thin and sleepless, strands of brown-grey hair falling from where they'd been pinned back. But Crane's never looked so empathetic in his mugshots.

"It's just you and me," he echoes. "They always leave, don't they? Always say that it wasn't you, just something, anything else."

He takes a step back, leaning against a dingy table. His shoulders are slumped forward, his presence suddenly less a thing of terror. This man isn't Scarecrow, a manic monster of sackcloth and straw, a caricature of evil. It almost seems as though he never was, never could be.

Crane shakes his head. "But you know better."

[redhoodedwolf]

hey so maybe someday I’ll stop bring up dcoms but has anyone done a sterek Z.O.M.B.I.E.S. au yet??? like ignoring the whole second movie of course

W.E.R.E.W.O.L.V.E.S.

Beacon Hills was a normal town, with normal people, and everyone got along.

And then, werewolves.

Now, Beacon Hills is divided with Wolvenland. But times are changing, and werewolves are finally allowed to join back into society, but very very slowly. First, high school.

But relegated to the basement, completely separated from humans, with the only teacher being the janitor is not how Derek thought the year would start, alongside his best friends Erica and Boyd.

Stiles Stilinski, on the other hand, is the samest person as everyone else. Well, except for his moles that kind of, like, glow? For no reason? But he just cakes foundation on his face and it covers it all up, and that’s the way he has done it since he was a baby. No one has ever thought anything weird of him and he wants to keep it that way. Especially since it’s junior year and he’s finally old enough to be a junior member of the protection squad: the group that, when a part of, makes you a shoe-in for any security job he could ever want after graduation. Which as always been his goal; to follow in his fathers footsteps.

On the first day, Stiles meets Isaac, a timid kid who brightens only when talking about the protection squad. He gets it out of the tall teen that he used to be abused and wants to do what he can to stop that for anyone else. They quickly become friends, and Stiles introduces him to Scott, his step-brother, a senior, and the captain of the junior protection squad.

Scott is really against the integration of werewolves, secretly terrified of the power they have but refuses to show his fear and hides it behind a wall of hatred. See, werewolves used to be all feral and destroyed a third of the town before the government stepped in and solved the problem with W-Bands. Every werewolf wears one, and it emits electronic pulses that “contain” the wolf and calm them, supposedly. Though they still retain the fang and glowing eyes look most days. And Scott is very vocal about his dislike, but Stiles isn’t so sure.

He’d seen, that first day the way the senior protection squad had members posted up at the werewolf entrance and sneered at them, trying to antagonize them into lashing out. He watched as the one with glowing blue eyes held back the buff wolf next to the frizzy-haired blonde wolf when something had been said about her appearance. Blue Eyes had deescalated the situation quickly and ushered them into the building, but not before their eyes caught each other. Stiles had felt a shiver course up and down his spine, and it wasn’t out of fear. He was intrigued.

He became even further intrigued when Derek tried to show up for the first meeting of the junior protection squad, wanting to sign up. Derek knew that keeping the last of his family safe was the most important thing possible, and, joining the protection squad would make that possible. He would do whatever he could to stop hunters form coming after them again.

Tried is the opprative word, though, because the school principal expressly forbid werewolves from joining school clubs. Scott stood by, arms crossed and head shaking back and forth as Derek backed out of the gym, feeling dejected.

Stiles didn’t see him again until that evening, during their unofficial junior protection squad initiation which, unknowingly to Stiles and Isaac, took place in the middle of Wolvenland.

Scott hands them a jar of some ash and jerks his head towards the run-down homes on the block. “Line the front doors with this mountain ash and you’re in. It’ll keep them locked in their houses, which is the best way to keep humans safe. That’s your first task.”

Stiles and Isaac are left alone with this jar, staring at the house in front of them, both unsure if this was the right move. A door bangs and lights blink on, and they both duck out of view, just in case.

They hear footsteps, and Stiles glances up from the ground to see Blue Eyes stumbling down the front steps they were hiding against, head swinging side to side.

The wolf spots the two of them, and Stiles clenches his fingers around the jar. The werewolf glances down at it, eyes widening, and then—

“Derek!” A woman’s voice shouts form inside of the house. “Anyone there?”

Derek, apparently, what a normal name, takes a deep breath. Stiles winces, waiting for the retribution. Isaac is next to him, shaking.

“Nothing Laura.”

Stiles’ head shoots up at that, staring in shock at Derek as he stares back, frowning slightly.

“All clear,” Derek adds, for good measure, and then leaves, back into the house

Stiles and Isaac duck back to Beacon Hills as quickly as possible, the jar of mountain ash tossed into a trash bin. When Stiles got home, he just gave Scott a nod, letting him think what he wanted, and went to bed.

The next day, Stiles snuck down to the basement to apologize or maybe thank Derek for not ratting them out. They find a minute to sneak away, and after Stiles apologizes, he admits he doesn’t know a lot about werewolves but he doesn’t see the big deal. Derek, afraid to trust a human, as doing so has never been historically helpful for a ‘wolf Hale, tentatively accepts Stiles’ friendship and can admit to himself he may have a bit of a crush. Stiles is cute, okay? He has golden eyes that almost seem to glow like a werewolf’s, and he smells soft. Just, soft.

Stiles was trying to figure out how he could sneak around and spend time with Derek, maybe get Isaac involved if he be willing (he seemed sympathetic to the werewolves and supported Stiles’ confused rambling as to why they couldn’t join clubs), when a minor disaster struck.

It was the first official mission of the year for the squad and Stiles was excited to show his skills. It was just a routine patrol, something Scott told them would happen usually once a month. They were patrolling the school campus during the evening lacrosse game, Stiles leading his group, Isaac at his back, around the locker room entrance.

Sudden screams came from the field, and because Stiles’ team was they closest, they were told to investigate.

The field was chaos, the game abandoned as a crowd of hooded figures with guns and crossbows pointed their weapons at the scattering crowd. Hunters, Stiles realizes, and then his second thought is that there must have been werewolves in the stands, to encourage the illegal “vigilante” group out of hiding.

Stiles’ dad had dealt with them a few times he knew, but he never thought he’d have to on his first mission.

He’s prepared, though, but no one can prepare for trigger-happy hunters who, at the first sign of movement of Stiles’ team, aimed a crossbow at them and shot. Well, not them. At Stiles.

Stiles hears his name shouted and suddenly he is on his back and someone is flattening him into the ground and breathing heavily.

“Derek?” Stiles chokes when he recognizes the figure. “What..?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Are you?”

Stiles looks over Derek’s shoulder and sees an arrow sticking out of his arm. He screams.

“I’m fine,” Derek assured him. “No wolfsbane.”

Stiles doesn’t really understand wolfsbane, but he knows that means Derek won’t die from the wound.

Once Stiles was on his feet, he saw the hunters had vanished, naturally.

Stiles watches Derek heal right in front of his eyes and stares at him in awe.

The very next day, due to Derek’s rescue in front of many witnesses, he is probationarilly allowed to join the squad.

“You do good on these missions, protect the humans, and maybe we’ll think about letting the werewolves participate more.” This was the principal’s stance.

Suddenly, Derek was the poster boy for werewolves, which he never wanted but knew he now had to keep up, in order to maintain a friendship with Stiles.

Meanwhile Stiles was feeling a lot of pressure from Scott at school and at home for his obvious connection to werewolves. Scott warns him not to trust easily. You never know who could out you as a freak.

Stiles coats his makeup extra heavily for days afterwards, which is how Derek notices his excess palor. Stiles finds himself spilling his whole story, how he was born with these illumiscent markings on his face and he and his parents never knew why, though he suspects it has something to do with the werewolf attack his grandfather Stilinski barely survived right before meeting his grandmother. Residual magic is his best guess.

Stiles doesn’t let Derek see it, but Derek tells him he shouldn’t be ashamed of the things that make him different.

As each mission Derek is sent on with a wary and uncooperative team comes back successful, the students and the school begin to relax. Soon, werewolves have lockers in the same hallway as humans and are sharing classes and the cafeteria. Derek gets pats on the back from strangers in the halls.

But no matter the betterment of the reputation of werewolves, Scott is still scared and wary of being usurped from his position by a “monster”. So he keeps Stiles away as often as he can and never lets them go on missions together.

So Derek gets sneaky, using Erica and Boyd to pass messages to Stiles for him. Erica is against it, having been burned many times in her life for being a werewolf as well as an epileptic who never gets proper treatment for her condition. Boyd doesn’t care through, silent and stoic, and passes notes surreptitiously.

Derek’s most recent note had them meeting at the gate into Wolvenland, and Stiles tried to shake off his nerves because he quickly realized it was a full moon night. But Derek reassured him he wasn’t about to be eaten, he just wanted to invite him to their monthly festivities where everyone in the community gathered to be together, though it had originally started as a necessary meeting to protect the young from vigilante hunters who wanted to eradicate werewolves from Beacon Hills for good.

Stiles was having a blast, getting along with Erica for the first time, meeting Laura and Cora and them not clawing his intestines out for kindasorta dating their brother, and he was this close to finally kissing Derek when— BAM. The senior protection squad arrived, as apparently they did every time, to chase everyone back into their homes. Which means Stiles causes a diversion so that Derek can get away and not be spotted with him by Stiles’ father.

Back home after being thoroughly chastised by not only his dad but also Melissa and a silent glaring Scott, Stiles thinks about everything and realizes how deeply screwed he is and that he’s be willing to give it all up for Derek, which, that is what’s scary, not werewolves.

Derek stops Stiles in the stairwell the next day to apologize for leaving him alone, but Stiles waves it off, a determined glint to his eyes. If Derek looks close, he can see a faint glow under the power on his cheeks.

“If my family can’t accept werewolves, maybe I don’t want to be on the protection squad anymore.”

“But that’s all you’ve ever wanted to do. That ambition is what makes you you. It’s what I like about you.”

Stiles scoffs, a tad bit wetly. “I just wish I could flip a switch and solve everything.”

Derek stares down at the W-Band, which Erica had tampered with to alleviate the pain that came with it (hoping that by changing the level of the pulses, she could up her wolf powers and heal herself of her illness) and thinks, huh.

Maybe if the band made him less wolf, it could make him more human. If he could be human, they wouldn’t have these problems. He and Stiles might...

But it all goes wrong, because the hunters knew about the W-bands and their lax security and were just waiting for the right moment to strike. And Derek was the perfect folly.

The hunters set up a trap, calling an emergency meeting of the squad, junior and senior, to go after a false alarm. Stiles sneaks his way into Derek’s group, finally, but their joy doesn’t last for long.

Derek glances down at his wrist, sees the screen flash a bright purple, and then feels a sharp pain lace up his arm from his wrist, through his shoulder, across his back, and down his spine.

Stiles shouted for him when he saw something was wrong and watched as the band was disconnected, and Derek went full feral wolf. A slave to his basest instincts, Derek set off a howl that shook the ground and set blazing blue eyes on the squad, claws out, readying to attack.

“Derek, stop! This isn’t you!” Stiles screams.

Scott stumbles back, fear overcoming anything else in his body at the sight of the feral werewolf who has apparently set his sights straight on him.

But Derek stumbles as he approaches, and Scott watches in amazement as he reaches out towards him with one clawed hand, the other wrapped around the extended forearm, trying to...pull it back?

A flash bang went off, Derek screamed, and the next anyone could see, Derek was tackled to the pavement, shackles around his wrists, and features back to nearly human.

Scott, still baffled by the internal battle of Derek that he’d just seen, stood as the rest of the squad started yelling, shouting curses at Derek, damming werewolves, declaring they knew it was a bad idea all along it was only a matter of time before the monsters turned on them.

And Stiles snaps.

“He was your monster!” Stiles shouts as Derek, looking utterly defeated, is dragged away. “You did this to him! You made him into a weapon— no, a shield.”

“They’re freaks!”

Stiles wipes an arm across his face, revealing his glowing moles, striking the crowd silent. He did not meet his father’s eyes.

“If he’s a freak, than so am I.”

Stiles ran after Derek, spewing apologies, promising that he’d get him out, he would, don’t worry.”

When Stiles, having run the whole way to Wolvenland, panted out to a stunned Erica and Boyd what happened, he accepted the slap across the face.

“This is why we don’t trust humans. We can’t have human friends. They only betray us.”

School is scarily the same the next day, except for the gaping hole the lack of werewolves left behind. The tale of the previous evening had spread, and werewolves were back to being ostracized in the basement.

Stiles quit the squad. He hadn’t even gone home, spending the night at Isaac’s apartment where he lived with his older brother when he wasn’t stationed overseas in the army. He didn’t want to see his dad or Melissa. He really don’t want to see Scott.

The hunters got what they wanted, the town was back to distrust. It was time to finish this once and for all.

Words were whispered in the ears of important people, people of power, words like “stop them now, eradicate them, and erase them”

These words were whispered to Scott by a leggy blonde who wore the biggest smirk on her face that he felt like prey. But the words didn’t resonate with Scott.

Because Scott had spent the night awake replaying the event over and over in his head. Derek had tried to stop himself. He hadn’t wanted to attack. He was conscious enough to try and stop himself. Derek was human inside, he just had a bit extra. He wasn’t a monster unless they made him that way.

And he quickly formed a plan with his step dad, knowing some of the squad would not be on board so they had to keep it in a small group. He was approached that evening differently than earlier with the hunter, by a skittish girl who looked sort of familiar, maybe one with an itchy trigger finger, who admitted her family was involved with the hunters but she didn’t want to be part of it anymore and she wanted to convince Scott to help her stop them.

The three of them cornered Stiles, and once Scott apologized, his dad praised him for being brave, and Allison admitted to almost shooting him, Stiles joined in on their plan.

He promised to get Derek out and save him and he would fulfil that promise.

So there’s a big fight in here now where there’s another emotional speech, hunters disband or did, and then Derek is released. But I’m too tired at this point to write all that angst out.

Finally, Derek is back next to Stiles, and they smile at each other. Derek reaches up and stroked his thumb over Stiles’ cheek, over the glowing, and Stiles is less chicken and leaned into the touch and kisses Derek.

Happy ending, collective dance sequence, reprise of the opening song, beautiful moments, and happy wolves.

So, anyone write that yet?

[candiesjournal-blog]

In the interest of the business journal, I thought it would be a good idea to get the inside scoop on what it's like to be a Chandler. Fortunately for us the owner off @illumiscent_candles Romona Stephenson Myrie was nice enough to fit us into her very busy schedule..... https://candiesjournal.com/2018/06/15/interview-with-romona-stephenson-myrie-owner-of-illumiscents-candles/ #blogger #blog #jamaica #entrepreneurs #candlelovers #scentedcandles #marketing #startup (at Montego Bay, Jamaica)

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IllumiScents by Candle Warmers Wax Melts Reviews - Fall & Holidays 2022

https://www.waxmeltreviews.com/illumiscents-fall-holiday-wax-melt-reviews-0822.html