#my brain feels like melting candle wax

[toboldlywrite]

[waves-against-a-cliff]

Day Three: Temperature play - Price x You

Warnings - temperature play, wax play, restraints, fingering, squirting, pre-negotiated kinks and safe words

Tags - @itsyogirllaenaa

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You're holding your breath, your entire body tensed as the anticipation eats away at you. You can't move, perfectly tied in a spread eagle pose to the four poster bed. The ropes are tight around your skin but not too tight, just a reminder they are there and what their purpose is.

To keep you from squirming too much for his liking.

When your husband had suggested something new for the bedroom you had immediately agreed. It wasn't like you and John had a very vanilla sex life anyways.

You stare up at the ceiling as you listen carefully to your surroundings. The wooden floor creaks slightly under his weight as he observes you, as if he wasn't the one who tied you up.

You listen as he makes his way over to the side table and grabs the red wax candle and the lighter you know is sitting there and somehow your body tenses further.

It takes only two tries with a practiced hand like his to make the lighter give out its flame. "Breathe love," your husband reminds you as he straddles your hips.

You look up into those familiar blue eyes and breathe forcefully past the nerves that had built up in your system. "Good girl," and you can't help but lean into that praise and your body melts, tension lessening from just being able to see him.

Your eyes find the hand holding the lit candle and his eyes follow yours. "If it's too much-"

"I'll say red," you finish for him and he smiles. He pats your cheek with one calloused hand as he backs his way backwards.

He comments on the state of your already soaked cunt and pushes two of his thick fingers in. Your body immediately opens up for him as he sinks them down to the third knuckle with a squelch. Your back arches off the bed as he begins to play your body like an instrument. He immediately begins to pet at that spot inside you and while you let out short gasps and moans he tips the candle just slightly.

The first drops hit your stomach and you twitch and squirm under the new sensation. It's hot and it makes you further aware of his fingers scissoring you open for his cock. You gasp and clench your fists, eyes squeezing shut.

"Squeezing down on my fingers pet," he says, his voice already deeper as he watches your legs twitch and your thigh muscles tense.

He trails the molten wax up your body from your navel up to your breasts. He lets several drops land onto your pebbled nipples and your eyes fly open as your hips jerk.

The slow build up of your orgasm suddenly turns into a massive wave as the wax cools. "John," you moan and his focus directly where they need to as your cunt clenches down on them. He moves the lit candle over to your other breast and lets more wax drip down.

You cum with a scream, your legs try to kick out and your back arches so far off the bed it hurts. You can feel the liquid pulse out from between his fingers and wet your inner thighs and the bed sheets below. Your husband groans as he watches your squirt onto his wrist and hand, he lets you ride out your orgasm as he gently pets the inside of your pussy until all your body can do is twitch from the stimulation.

He adjusts himself and pulls his rock hard cock free from his briefs. He strokes it a few times with one hand, smearing your juices and his precum over it as he lines himself up. The head notches against your entrance and pushes in with no resistance, your head tips back with a long moan leaving your mouth that harmonizes with his own.

"Need ya to squirt on my cock okay love? I need you to do what you did on my fingers," you nod, feeling like your brain was already dripping your ears as he peels off the hardened wax from your body. "Good girl," he whispers as he lets the candle drip its hot wax onto your navel again to restart the process with a rock of his hips.

[stardewstardropthoughts]

which bachelors do you think would be the most meanest hard dom to the softest pleasure dom ?

Start my return off with some spice lol

Content warnings: gn!reader, mentions of bondage, mentions of breeding, mentions of medical play in Harvey’s, smut below the cut babes and as per usual MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT I DONT WANNA BE THE ONE TO RUIN YOUR BRAINS

Meanest to softest doms bachelors

Shane:

By far the meanest hard dom

But he’s so good at it

Also has some bomb after care

Owns so many toys for both his and his partners pleasure

Or torture depending on the night and the scene

Loves ruining your makeup if you wear any

Leaves so many marks, hickeys, whip lashes, finger print bruises

Also the most likely to be into letting other people fuck you while he watches and directs or participates

Sebastian:

He’s a firm but gentle pleasure dom

He’s still big into marking

Likes to throw a bit of pain into the mix on occasion

I also see him being into knife play

But like, practice knifes because he doesn’t want to accidentally cut you to deeply

I could also see him having other people fuck you but like people he trusts so Sam or Abigale

Loves to have you in collars and binds

Big on overstimulation

Sam:

When he’s domming he’s pretty sweet but still definitely a bit rough around the edges with it

He likes to be a little mean but he doesn’t wanna have you crying from pain

Probably into electro stimulation to be honest

Loves to use vibes and dildos on you while he fucks you so he can see how much you can cum

Or he’ll tell you your not aloud to cum until he says so just so he can watch you struggle

Harvey:

He enjoys the times he’s in charge, he could definitely be a switch though in my opinion

But when he’s domming he’s a very soft dom, let’s you get away with a lot

Doesn’t know how to handle brats honestly

Isn’t huge on punishments but absolutely loves to overstimulate you

Loves watching you cry as you cum for the fifth time that night

Definitely owns a speculum for non medical uses

Elliott:

The softest pleasure dom to exist

Can not do punishments because he feels to guilty if he hurts you

Loves to have you at his mercy and absolutely loves making you cum any way he can

Loves blindfolds and ropes

Big into wax play, preferably with the candles that melt into body lotion so clean up is easy

Has 100% made love to you on the beach on a blanket under the stars

Alex:

My sweet sweet vanilla baby

I wouldn’t describe him as a dom or a sub honestly

He’s just here for you and to love you

Loves to feel of your skin under his hands when your having sex

Loves listening to your whines and moans

Dude has how you sound on repeat in his head all day

Does love the idea of breeding though

[crying-screaming-throwingup]

my thoughts on prelude to ecstasy:

the intro orchestral movement?? it felt like something out of a roman period piece. it was so perfect and just *chefs kiss* and the ending crescendo was so gorgeous

burn alive felt so dramatic like watching the lead up to a murder “let me make my grief a commodity” and “there is candle wax melting in my veins” are just such poetic lyrics. the guitar riff during the verse feels like a warning- eerie and stark. “i am not the girl i set out to be” is such a raw line it makes me feral omfg. abigail morris’ final line felt like an open wound

i’ve heard caesar on a tv screen before but in the context of the album as a whole changes it. it’s almost like a sequel of sorts, showing what she “set out to be”. musically, the contrast between the verse and chorus itches a scratch on my brain. “champion of my fate” feels so spiteful idk why

the feminine urge gives lana vibes maybe cause of the darker imagery and tone. it feels like a performer cracking their mask. “i am a dark red liver stretched out on the rocks” is sUCH A GOOD LYRIC. “to nurture to wounds my mother had” killed me my god

again i’ve heard on your side before but the album changes the feelings within it. if the feminine urge was the cracking of the mask then this song is the removal of it. it is vulnerable and raw and open about love and shame. the vocals feel like they’re pleading but already resigned- it’s heartbreaking

the flute opening for beautiful boy sounds so wistful. this so is so queer omg. “what good are red lips when faced with something dark” the lone piano chords in the chorus plus the harmonies are so ethereal they make me feel like i’m at my funeral service.

gjuha makes me feel like i’m intruding on something private, a ritual between a girl and a god. THE TRANSITION OMFG

the placement of gjuha before sinner MAKES ME FEEL THINGS OMG. like the contrast of imagery, between sin and holiness. “TURN TO THE ALTAR OF LUST” this song made me feral when i first heard it and it makes me feral now like omg. the religious imagery in this entire album is so interesting

my lady of mercy’s bass line is so groovy and perfect and amazing. and the percussive claps are so amazing. again, this so is so queer™️. the heavier sound in the chorus is so amazing and the bridge makes me feel like i’m fighting my final stand and praying to win

i love the stripped back piano of portrait of a dead girl compared with my lady of mercy. even further in the track, it remains kinda mellow and softer but no less direct. “the dignity of letting me go” when it finally gets more upbeat it the chorus it rly doesn’t disappoint. and the strings omg. also song title could be a nod to the album cover or vice versa??

the beginning of nothing matters feels like a prayer and the harp is so bloody good. “a sailor and a nightingale dancing in convertibles” the guitar riffs in the second verse are so funky i love it and the solo just makes me want to dance.

mirror feels like the end of the battle- the drums and solemn voice. it’s the end of the performance, the final death. “pretty glass and empty heart” death of the performer is the death of the album. but the final fifty seconds feels like a rebirth in a way, growth and renewal.

i don’t know if u could tell but i fricking loved this album like it’s everything i’ve ever wanted in terms of vibes and blend of dramatics and sincereness. i’m just praying that i get tickets omg

[slicznymartwy]

Slashers reactions to walking in on the GN!Reader masturbating and moaning their name? If you don't take multiple character requests, though, I'd be happy with just Thomas! ^ _^

i LOVED this omg . this is my first thomas x reader i’m posting so i’m glad to start him off this way :3 seriously this was so much fun to write. only included thomas on this one since i made it longer than i planned :p .. maybe its too wordy and not smutty enough im sorry TToTT

°˖✧˚ thomas hewitt x gn!reader saying his name

eyes blinking open blearily, you wake up from your peaceful midday catnap with the feeling of a cool breeze sweeping in from the open windows. the curtains in the hewitt house are old and torn apart but, fluttering in the wind, it almost looked like you were at some fancy resort hotel.

smiling to yourself, you press your face against thomas’ pillow to breathe in his musky scent. if only he had joined you for your nap, then you two could have gotten into some real fun, but you know your man well; when he’s got a working itch in his fingers, he’ll be stuck down there in his basement ‘til he’s satisfied.

you don’t mind it, not when it makes him happy. it’s his passion that attracted you to him back when you two met. his dark determined eyes quickly clued you in - this was a man that acted, a man that took what he wanted and didn’t apologize.

you loved that about tommy, but right now you feel loose and happy like the partner of a rich man, and you want him. you want him so badly. heat stirs between your legs and you roll onto your back, listening acutely for any sounds.

the house is quiet except for the soft thuds managing to crawl up from the basement. keeping your willful ignorance about what he does down there, you instead focus on the fact that you two must have the place all to yourself today.

you sit up and pat your hair back down. it’s a little bit ruined from rubbing against the pillows, but you weren’t winning any beauty contest before that anyways. you feel more of the breeze when you sit up, and it brushes coyly across your bare chest. biting your lip with a smile, you use your sleep-sore muscles to haul a pillow down towards your hips and straddle it.

you start slow, hands bracing yourself forward as your hips rock back against the pillow. already, your breath comes heavier as you imagine your tommy. strong and thick all over, with enough muscles to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder like he was wont to do when he craved you.

the pillow felt nowhere near sturdy enough, but you imagine grinding on his thigh like this, feeling his muscles flex underneath you as he watched. you close your eyes as you pretend, mind swimming with pictures of your big and capable man.

“tommy,” you whisper, picking up your pace as your body reacted to the pleasure you gave yourself. you were relaxed before, but you feel boneless now, like you were made of melted candle wax.

time loses some meaning in your deliriously horny brain. you can barely think beyond the soft cushion between your thighs as you hump against it in a steady rhythm.

you feel like you're floating out of your body: you can recognize your own voice, but you don’t know when you started chanting tommy’s name, and you can hear your orgasm building as your voice gets louder. despite knowing he can't hear you, you're begging him for mercy.

you’re nearly finished when the hairs on the back of your neck suddenly stand. there’s something different in the air, although you can’t pinpoint what, and you open your eyes.

“tommy!” you gasp, because there he stands. his arms hang by his sides as he watches with hauntingly dark eyes.

you feel like he can see straight through you with his gaze, and your hips stop as you cover yourself with your hands. it’s a little bit pointless, since thomas has already seen every inch of you. he’s had you bent over and folded in half so many times that you’re sure he’s got you memorized.

your chest rises and falls visibly as you try to catch your breath, but that seems impossible as he slowly steps into the room. he lumbers forward, his eyes never leaving you.

it's clear that he's just come up from his basement, the way his clothes and apron are stained. he must have heard you, you realize. your cheeks feel red hot at the notion of you hollering his name so loud that he had to come check on you.

he stands in front of you, head ducked down to keep his gaze locked onto your eyes. you feel frozen to the spot, until thomas’ hands reach behind his back to untie his apron. inspired, you hurry to get the pillow out from under you and back to the others, turning away from him while you did. what use was the limp pillow when you had the real thing right in front of you?

you hear thomas toss the apron aside, and you gasp when you feel his warm hand on your ankle. he pulls you down to the foot of the bed easily, sliding on your stomach over the messy sheets.

"thomas," you breathe, looking at him from over your shoulder. he's so massive as he stands over you, but when he puts his heavy hand between your shoulder blades, you get a sense for his gentleness too. you've seen his hands cause so much destruction, but that felt like a different person to the man standing in your shared room.

he doesn't speak, but you don't need him to. he's always proved his adoration to you with his actions. he does the same for his family too, the callouses on his hands prove how hard he works to make them happy. you can feel them scratch pleasantly against your skin as he strokes his hand down your back, until he holds onto your hips with both hands.

"i love you," you say, feeling him press the front of his clothed hips against your ass. he spends the rest of the afternoon showing you how he feels the same.

[autumngremlin]

Medias I've used the most with my shifting journey (in a /pos way):

Tiktok: Accounts that have script templates is a MASSIVE timesaver if you don't know what reality you want to shift to (plus you can just delete stuff you dont wanna use) or too lazy to make your own. I've seen a variety between popular scripts to lesser known ones and even completely blank ones with just themes! I've also discovered GoodNotes through shifttok (which does have a paid subscription if you want to do more than 3 scripts, but if you like to have a digital bullet journal/scrapbook feel, it wouldn't hurt to try out/pos) along with how other people script which was interesting to me! The biggest puller for me personally is the art people make for/of their DRs as someone that does it themselves (and it gives me an excuse to gush over the person's art as a whole!)

Tumblr: Before I got back into shifting, I used to thread through the various tags for pngs/icons, banners and headers for my grimoire and my digital planner for college (and admire art and aesthetic stuff, along with info for said grimoire but that's unrelated). I even had to start a sideblog so I dont lose track of stuff I wanna use eventually. Tumblr also allows me to stay connected to my DRs by indulging in fics, fanart, headcanons, and other things that could trigger inspiration for a scenario (or an unintended memory/blip)

Amino: Yeahh I know it's not a lotta people's cup of tea. It takes some digging around to find some potentially useful stuff and if the community has a masterlist for it, there's divination shops/teams and free pick-a-pile readings! Some even submit script templates that you can copy+paste. I kinda just lurk around, do the daily check-in and keep track of angel numbers I've seen the day before for my spiritual journey but thats just me being me lmao

Pinterest: My other visual savior for scripting! I almost have a board for every reality I have a script for visualizing and refs for when I want to connect through making art. I know I can just download the images and add them to my actual script, but finding the stuff as is is enough work for me and I don't wanna spend more time scripting than I actually need to (and it makes sense for my adhd brain)

Notion: What I originally used for academics now houses a digital grimoire and a script hub. I don't remember what pulled me in to using it since I first started in 2019. I just became more obsessed the more I found out about how people set theirs up and make the layout as minimalist or maximalist as they wanted. I will say there are some limitations between using Notion on a phone vs. a computer or tablet along with the occasional hiccup, but overall it works effectively for me that makes it organized and pleasing to the eye

Etsy: Yep.. a place to shop. I used to splurge a ton on readings on there early in my journey (I still do every now and then now that I found some personal favorite shops) but you can also connect to your DRs without it being specifically shifting-related, like candles or wax melts— even a pin or keychain that reminds you of it somehow.

[sim-songs]

sim-songs brain rot dump

you know those wax melts that smell real good? I just lit one and fucking had to blow out the candle after like, fifteen minutes bc the *good* smell gets too overwhelming for me otherwise smh

i've been pretty consistently not feeling well for over a month now. i'm going to a endocrinologist in october but in the meantime i'm shitting my pants about the possibility of some undiagnosed chronic illness, that would not be good ™️

on the other hand i've been doing well mental health wise (see above for physically lmao) and slowly getting off of all my pills from the last few years. the one i've been on the longest is the last one to go, i've started taking a lowered dose and then another lowered dose in two months and then I will theoretically be medication free in the depression department for the first time i... god like maybe 7 or 8 years???

and yes i do worry that me feeling ill is because i'm coming off those meds and that it's all one big fluke and also that I've been making it all up anyway and making a big deal out of nothing, but i'm so over that part of my psyche fighting me *for now lol

anyway, i've been fine, all things considered. I'd rather have physical symptoms and pain than the awful mental stuff so I'd choose this any day, but both being fine would probably be even better ya know?

and as an aside, y'all are not readyyyyy for this goddamn wedding. i feel like i have hosted the olympics in sims wedding version, because of the cute shit in my queue that will start posting soon enough 😈 lookbooks for both brides are ofc included hehe

[tamamatango]

Friendship Power Scaling (normal thing to do)

Hello space frog fans, how’s everyone? Take another random off-the-cuff analysis post while I procrastinate on the more significant things I’m supposed to be doing (including the Project I plan to reveal when I put up the next part of said project) because I feel like my brain is melting like candle wax these days.

Here’s a topic I’m sure people have thought about but not really put a quantification to: I will be ranking the Keroro Platoon and their partners by their mutual closeness, as in which have the most believable Platonic Soulmates dynamic. (Read: strictly platonic we do not ship any of these in this house.) Why? Idk do I look like I know why I do anything?

So first place is Keroro and Fuyuki. Duh. Literal world-saving levels of bestest best besties forever, would be completely devastated without each other, needs very little explanation really. I guess it is sort of funny that in terms of demeanor they are maybe the least similar out of the duos but they adore each other so much it just doesn’t even matter.

Second I would say is Dororo and Koyuki. Koyuki rescued Dororo both physically and emotionally and completely changed his outlook on everything pretty much, and Dororo is Koyuki’s only real constant in her life from the village. Dororo is pretty overtly more loyal to her and their shared duty to the Earth than he is to the platoon lmao. More pronounced in the manga but still. It’s kinda hard to pinpoint their exact relationship (siblings? Dororo is her dad? Koyuki is his emotional support human?) but their bond is definitely Very Special. Even in the new project trailer Koyuki is holding him, they are so friggin sweet dude.

For third I’m gonna be spicy and say it’s Kururu and Saburo yes I am very biased but hear me out. Despite being the only pair that doesn’t live together it is heavily implied that they are near perfectly in sync but just have a really weird indirect communication system that’s sort of obscured from the audience and even more so the rest of the cast. They act nonchalant about it but they will drop whatever they’re doing immediately if the other needs a solid no questions asked. In the manga they’re even more openly buddy-buddy with all the 親友 and マブダチ talk (anime Kururu is tsun af and pretends he’s too cool for friendship) but they get even less screen time together so rip. I’ve spent more than enough time on these two before but yeah they have extreme best bro energy everyone else just isn’t big-brained enough to Get It.

Fourth is Tamama and Momoka. They’re very much cut from the same cloth and are definitely like siblings, helps that they’re the closest in age out of all the pairs (Tamama might even be a little younger than Momoka depending on what exact Keronian age theory you subscribe to). Momoka pampers Tamama like a pet, they occasionally boost each other via training, and Tamama helps with Momoka’s Love Schemes. But despite the fact that they are kindred spirits in several ways I think they put their pursuits of Keroro and Fuyuki a little above their friendship. And Momoka is not afraid to just kinda kick Tama’s ass, sometimes for good reason sometimes for no reason lol. They still love each other they’re just not as deep in each other’s heads as the higher duos.

And finally the take that would get me tarred and feathered in earlier Keroro fandom days which is putting Giroro and Natsumi last. Okay, so we know Giroro is for better or worse extremely dedicated to Natsumi in an arguably unhealthy way (well, it’s not rly arguable lol, but it’s more innocuous if you headcanon father figure theory and not The Other Thing). But does Giroro have the same level of importance to Natsumi? Eh, I mean she sees him as a close family friend and she obviously really cares about him plus certainly favors hanging out with him well over the other little guys (though she is closer with Keroro than it seems), but I think the affection is very lopsided on one end here. They both have a warrior-like disposition and a soft side but idk how much they relate outside that. And they’re not really each other’s clear BFF in the same way the other duos are since Natsumi has Koyuki and Giroro has Keroro (and Dororo as part of the RGB trio but it’s Keroro who is specifically stated to be his Best Friend in the manga). Their friendship is very cute but they just don’t have the same Unbreakable Bond Sauce that the others have yknow. And sadly they kinda Have to be a little less good at reading each other for the Giroro pining over her jokes to land. Sadly.

Well that’s it, kind of ironic the explanations got longer the lower down the list but that’s more where I felt I had to justify my positions. Like nobody is going to argue me about Keroro and Fuyuki right. At least I hope not because then I think we might have watched a different show? I mean I guess they win a bit less overwhelmingly in Sgt Frog Abridged maybe you watched that. Fuyuki gives Keroro a speech about how fucked up he is in that one that was surprisingly metal

[foggyparadisecandy]

Obedience Trance

According to my recent poll, a lot (28%) of you cuties and hypno enthusiasts would like obedience pleasure triggers to ensure compliance.

I am nothing if I don't pander to audiences so this is that. Read on if you want to drop down into a trance so I can shape your mind into my liking.

I bet you already want to drop into trance and feel helpless before me, hungry to feel your new trigger and feel the deep pervasive arousal flood your mind when you obey. You might not even need an induction so you can drop deep into a relaxed state.

One popular induction is to imagine a candle in front of you. Something about watching the flame flickering can focus people's attention and help induce a state of hyperfocus and a drifting of the conscious mind.

So go ahead and imagine an unlit candle in front of you.

You know what it should look like and my words guide and shape the candle to your liking as you imagine it.

And you can imagine the candle gives off a scent that is somehow both recognizable and uncognizable as if you could almost place it as something familiar and yet you find the specific smell is elusive and hard to pin down.

Imagine my words as they bring the heat to the candle and light the wick. As you imagine the wick lights, you can relax and breathe slowly and let your mind and body settle and feel a warm calmness washing over you steadily as you begin to watch the flame flick back and forth and dance seductively in front of your eyes as you fixate on the flame as my words shape the experience and mood in your mind.

As you watch the flame, continue to breathe slowly and focus on the words as you focus on the flame and allow yourself to feel the drift of the dancing fire, flitting back and forth in a captivating and calming manner. And as the candle continues to heat up, you notice the smell lingers longer and you still find your mind struggles to place the exact scent that you remember as the candle begins slowly to heat up and melt down.

Wax pools at the top of the candle as the flame flickers back and forth and drips begin to form as the pool of wax grows larger at the top and begins to spill slowly over and down the side of the candle, dripping down slowly as the flame flickers.

You can put the candle aside for now and instead focus on your mind.

Imagine your brain is made of wax. The same wax as the candle although the shape is made clearer as you imagine the shape of your brain and all the nooks and crannies and grooves that make up your brain. The shape holds your memories, your feelings, your worries, your concerns, your desires, your wants, your needs, and your passions. Your brain is you and you are your brain and the shape is formed and made clearer by my words as you continue to read and imagine your brain is made of wax.

And as you continue to breathe slowly and relax and read my words, and yes you may think back to the candle and the flickering flame and the unplaceable aroma, you can relax and focus on your brain and the shape and how it makes up your identity and forms your desires and needs as you continue to read on and feel the lovely warm relaxation spread into your mind from my words.

My words provide the warmth and relaxation. My words help you form the shape in your mind and of your mind and of your wax brain.

And as you continue to read slowly and breathe slowly, you may continue to relax further as you read my words and they slowly bring you a warm pleasant sensation that spreads through your body bringing you deeper and deeper sense of peace and calm and relaxation. The warmth spreads throughout your body and your mind.

As you feel the warmth spread from my words, you may notice your wax brain is slightly softer and the shape slightly shifting as my words continue to warm your body and mind with a lovely relaxing feeling of pleasure and comfort.

And the more you read and focus on my words, and yes think of the melting candle dripping down into a pool of wax as the flame flickers and the scent lingers, you might feel your wax brain begin to melt slowly. The shape of your brain holds your identity, your worries, your concerns, your stress, your hopes, your wants, your desire, and your arousal. As my words warm your mind, your brain begins to melt and you notice your concerns and cares and worries begin to fade and melt away first.

The more you read, the more you feel your wax brain begin to change shape slightly, shifting and morphing in response to the warmth of my words and as you notice this, you notice your worries and concerns and cares and stress all melt away first and this allows you to relax further through your mind and your body and you can sink down, drift down, drip down, as your brain slowly shifts and shapes to the warmth of my words and begins to melt ever so slightly.

And so you read on as your worries drip away, down and away, and allow you to sink deeper down into a relaxed state where you feel a growing warmth and pleasant sensation spread through your body and you feel a growing sense of comfort and happiness as your brain shifts and shapes to my words.

You read on and feel the warmth of the words begin to melt your wax brain further and begin to pool at the top and slowly begin to drip down the sides more and more as your brain grows softer and more pliable and you find this to be relaxing and calming as your mind grows fuzzy and soft and the melting continues under the control of my words as you continue to read on to experience the warm sensation that floods your body with a peaceful sense of relaxation as your brain continues to melt and you find your thoughts to be fuzzy as your brain loses its shape that held your memories, thoughts, beliefs, hopes, wants, and desires.

As your brain continues to melt and turn into a pool of shapeless wax, a puddle of wax, you might hold a distant thought of the melting candle with the wax dripping down into a puddle as the lingering scent that cannot be place holds your attention as it fades slowly with the shape of your melting brain, down into a puddle.

Your brain no longer holds any shape except the shape I desire as it has become a puddle of wax and this frees you up to drift, relax, sink, and drop down into a deep sense of peace and calm as the warm words flood you with relaxation and peace.

Now you can feel me begin to reshape your brain with my words that control the warmth and the shape that holds your identity, your hopes, wants, and deep desires.

And as you sit there relaxed and at peace, feeling warm and happy, lovely and calm, you can see me reshape your brain and you notice that I place something deep down inside the center of your brain in a place where you know it will be from this point on as you watch me reshape your brain back to its original state with this simple addition that you see is being connected directly to your arousal and desire.

Pathways are formed so this new addition is wired into your brain to give you a feeling of arousal and pleasure when you hear or read the right words from me or someone you trust completely. As you watch me reshape and reform your brain, you focus on this addition and see with growing understanding that this new piece to your brain will make you feel arousal and pleasure, and make you feel hot and horny, and excited when you hear the right words from me or someone you trust completely.

You know and you feel and you feel you know that this new element has been placed deeply inside your new brain and is wired directly to your pleasure and arousal centers and will create waves of desire and pleasure that you long to feel as they will flood your mind and body with deep feelings of sexual excitement and arousal and desire that make you quiver, shake, and shiver with pleasure when you hear, or read, the right words from me or someone you trust completely with this power.

You see your brain is now almost completely reformed and reshaped back to its original state with this new addition buried deep inside, unmovable, untouchable, unchangeable, a permanent addition that you know can be used to give you indescribable waves of arousal and pleasure and make you flood with sexual excitement that crashes over you again and again when you read or hear the right words from me or someone you trust completely and you long to hear these words and you find yourself with a desire to hear these words so you can experience this amazing source of pleasure and arousal that makes you orgasmic with delight and makes your body and mind tingle with hot, horny sexual excitement that shoots up and down in undeniable waves of pleasure that make you moan with delight.

You desire and long to read or hear these words and you know that they will fill you with this pleasure and insane levels of arousal that you need and want and desire to feel.

And in a moment, your brain will be completely reshaped and reformed back to its original state on the count of five and when you get to five, you will be completely back to normal with this powerful new change in place and you will read the words that will give you this inescapable blast of pleasure and arousal and deep sexual excitement that makes you insane with orgasmic delight.

And you know these words, when you hear them or read them from me or someone you trust completely, will always bring you to this state and this state will grow deeper and more powerful over time as your new brain has been reshaped with this addition deeply embedded in the center of your mind.

So when you get to five, you will read the word and feel the effects that you long to feel that bring you this wave of indescribable pleasure and arousal that floods your mind and body.

1 waking waking brain nearly fully reshaped and formed

2 waking further coming up from the state of relaxing

3 coming up more and more nearly there, longing to hear the words that will activate your new addition

4 brain almost complete longing to hear the words and feel the pleasure and fully awake on

5

GOOD PET

Yes, GOOD PET is your phrase and it feels so good.

And you love to read or hear GOOD PET from me or someone you love and trust completely.

I hope you enjoyed that and if you would like to be a GOOD PET, you can like it and reblog it to share it with others so they know you are a GOOD PET and you want to give them a chance to be a GOOD PET too.

And if you want, you can read this to CLEAR out these effects or any effects from trancing / hypnosis. Because a GOOD PET knows what they want and should have choices.

If you want more trances, click on the #foggy trance tag.

[whimsyskullhorror]

I genuinely saw someone on Tiktok call I Saw the TV Glow BAD TRANS REPRESENTATION

And.

I just. I.

How can... You... I just. I feel like my brain is running out of my ears like melting candle wax.

What.

[lenreli]

Day 6 - Large

[AO3]

There’s a dark in his room. Dark, thick and all-encompassing, and Hob tilts his head. “Dream? Love?” He asks softly, and the large ― blob? ― of his partner shifts, receding from the edges of the room and becoming a pile on the bed as he softly steps in, sitting on the edge of the bed. Putting a hand on the blob, he’s surprised at how it feels, like play-doh the kids play with as he pets his partner’s shape softly. “Wasn’t expecting to not be able to get into my own bedroom today,” he says lightly. 

The deep black of Dream moves, sitting across his lap, and Hob can almost feel soft hair as he continues to pet Dream. The room smelt of you. It was comforting, Dream’s voice whispers in his brain, and he shivers at it, voice reaching inside. 

“Well, I’m glad,” he says, and the darkness ― sighs? Relaxing even more onto him. 

I want to, Dream’s voice echoes, and Hob gasps, feeling the smooth dark of Dream go under his shirt, reaching into his pants and Hob chokes. The sensation against his dick is ― weird, smooth and cold, warming up as it surrounds him, and Hob shivers, lying on the bed as Dream’s form covers him, sliding under clothes to press into his skin, like Dream can melt inside it. 

“Whatever you want,” he strangles out, feeling the smooth of Dream’s form go up his neck, rough stings against throat, going up and pressing his jaw, and Hob thinks of candle wax as it covers his mouth, lips and teeth, and it’s an odd feeling, grounding up into nothing as Dream’s form strokes him.

[corvidexoskeleton]

Listening to the RNC for some ungodly reason and I can feel my brain melting out of my skull like it's candle wax

[thesharkbaitspellbook]

Coffee

I would like to preface this with I am a religious coffee drinker. I have at least one cup almost everyday. So I use this OFTEN. I won't give the extensive history and origin legends of Coffee here but it is very interesting and I definitely encourage people to look into it. What I will say is there are four main types of coffee. The four main coffee types are Arabica, Robusta, Excelsa, and Liberica and all four of them have radically different taste profiles. Arabica and Robusta are the two most common you will find around in stores. But we are here for magical uses. Coffee is a stimulant. I like to think of it in the same way within spell work.

Relevant correspondences:

Rules: Boosting, Creativity, Energy, Protection, Grounding, Happiness, Awaking, Joy, Lust, Romance

Colors: All shades of brown and white

One of my favorite concepts to come out of coffee magic is the Pop Culture Pantheon Goddess. Caffeina: Goddess of Storytelling, Caffeine, Coffee, Brain Stimulants, Calm and Cozy, Late night Creativity, Jitters, Anxiety, Focus, late nights and early mornings. Curer of Headaches, Giver of Headaches, Aider and Giver of Addiction, Lady of the Artists and Students, Lady of All-Nighters

Uses:

Banishing

Protection

Dispels Nightmares

Dying Paper for Grimoire or Spells

make ink from grounds

Stimulates Creativity

Boosts power and energy in spells and energy

Speeds up spells (I like to think of this like in Stardew when you drink espresso and suddenly walk at lightspeed)

Divination (Tasseography but with coffee grounds, looking/scrying into a brewed cup, I also look for shapes when I pour creamer/milk in)

Self-love magic (i.e Coffee scrubs for your skin, and the caffeinated eye masks for puffy eyes.)

Sex magic (Helps with orgasms, and imo makes them very big. A great aphrodisiac.)

My Ancestors LOVE coffee.

A great offering to home wights/spirits

Other Practices of Mine

I raise my cup everyday to Sunna as she brings the sun into the sky each morning.

Adding flavors and milks/cream and sugars to create what I call Latte Spells

Drink a cup while doing skin/beauty routines to boost that energy

We had a coffee truck at our wedding so I associate it with my marriage and love.

All of my Cozy magic involves coffee.

I use mugs as offering holders

Coffee candles/wax melts as a scent to boost spell energy

Enchant my Husbands coffee every single morning so he has a good day. (an extra dash of sugar to feel my sweetness because I am best wife lmao)

Coffee cake is amazing.

I often use cinnamon and coffee together. idk why tbh. I like the taste and the effects.

[crownedtargaryen]

RIBS : Aemond x Reader x Lucerys

RIGHTEOUS

MASTERLIST | ( < this story has more parts that cane found here)

A/N: This chapter is hella short, I apologize. I’m also trying a slightly new layout.

TW: THIS STORY WILL INCLUDE INCEST, SEXUAL CONTENT, ANGST, ABUSIVE TOPICS, EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION, POST PARTUM.

NOTES ARE APPRECIATED! (SHARES, LIKES, COMMENTS)

Word Count: 1.2k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall @twizzy123

The storm hides in her bed, as the warm resonation of the musician's lyre meets the air with the anticipation of the morning's growing debut. 

She lies unknowingly in silence, preparing for the constant assault of noise forced upon her by the bustle of the populated kingdom, Storm's End.

The music is crafted by the musician as a gift; a beautiful example of a human being's selflessness, spreading the flame of joy's candle to the world flowing around them. Those few seconds of organized sound vanquish the dull hum of the everyday, and temporarily free her from those routine patterns of thought she holds, attempting to please her followers. 

I listen as the sound waves through the air. And my brain, sometimes unknowingly, creatively responds to the audible phenomena. The musician's words are one of my few remaining ties that hold creativity afloat in a sea of monotony, resulting from my surrounding industrialization of the darkened stone walls around me. 

I strike a match, holding it to the wick of the candle, watching the wax melt slowly. I had been doing this for days, losing my rooting to the ground. My sense of reality, my ability to tell time had faded. I hadn't seen Lucerys in these times, listening to the music in grief. My musician saw the harshest sides of me, the yearning for the worst of people. He never judged me; he merely played until I provided him with a break.

"Your grace?" A small voice echoed in the doorway. I signal for my musician to stop, which he does, and looks as well in curiosity. It was one of the servant girls, one I hadn't cared to learn more about since she hadn't belonged to me. I wave for her to continue, sitting up from my bed. "Prince Lucerys Velaryon has left with Prince Aemond Targaryen to attend their blood’s wed feast. Prince Lucerys has left me to bring you this, Princess (Y/N)." She scurries over, handing me the yellowed scroll of parchment. I smile softly, looking at her with a grateful expression. 

"It's much appreciated, thank you, love. Now, may you both clear the room?" I say softly, fingertips trailing the parchment resting within my grasp. The two caretakers scramble out of the room as I undo the parchment. His handwriting seemed a tad sloppy, but it was of his character to write in such a way. I loved it about him.

The contents of the letter were various sincere apologies for his actions, assuring he meant nothing negative of it and wishes that I do not take them as such. But just as my heart melts, I see the political matters that follow. He will be gone for a week, readying for his brother's wedding and celebrations over in Winterfell. He assures me he will be back soon, but is unsure if it will take longer than he wishes.

Then, I read the words I will dwell on for the time Lucerys is away. Father has sworn to the side of Rhaenyra Targaryen, which means the Velaryon boy is set to marry one of my blood, or me.

He informs me he feels he should tell his mother of the plans before settling completely. Though he's decided, I shall be his bride, and he will propose such more formally when he can see me face to face.

Part of me is relieved, whilst the other part of me dreads his return. I'm not marrying Aemond, which was positive to the list of negatives. Though I hadn't talked to Lucerys for days on end and suddenly we were to be wed? It didn't feel right, I wasn't ready to marry. 

Quickly, I stood from my bed and changed my dress, rushing out of my chambers and down to where Lucerys was kept, opening the door.

No one.

I rush outside, the rain pouring from the sky and wetting my entire outfit. I rush into the caves, panting loudly as loud grumble echoes. My eyes wander, swallowing hard with heavy breathing. 

"Lucerys?!" I yell out, cupping my hands in an O-shape around my mouth. "Lucerys!" I call out once more, hearing a growling noise. And to my surprise, the man I just craved to see exits the shadows.

"Princess (Y/N)?" He questions, spotting me and rushing over. "What are you doing out here? It's not safe! The storm! I- I can’t have you growing ill." He holds my face with his warm hands, inspecting my soaked figure. I shoved the damp piece of parchment into his chest, looking at him with teary eyes.

"Why hadn't you consoled me, Lucerys?" I choke out, staring into his doe-like eyes. He looks at the paper, then at me.

"Princess, I wanted to. But it all happened so suddenly, and before I knew it I had to leave," he starts, my heart aching at the sound of his voice. "If I'm being true, miss, I wish not to see you wed another man in the days to come. It hurts me in ways I cannot express." His voice becomes quieter; I almost can't hear him over the storm. "Even if you hold no love for me, I would rather you be married to someone you can trust rather than a lying scum." He laughs softly, and I stare at him silently. 

It takes a few moments before I can speak, the silence almost deafening. "You wish that for me? Truly?" I manage to say, watching as he takes my hands into his. 

"I wish to keep you safe and healthy for the rest of our days, Princess," he says softly, my eyes glossing over. "I know you have not much of a say in the matter, but I hope you can grow to bond with me as I have with you." 

I swallowed hard, staring thoughtlessly into his eyes. He looks at me expectantly for a response, which I don't provide. I merely moved in and embraced him, burying my face in his shoulder. He embraces me in return, not minding the icy cold temperature on my skin from the rain. Slowly, he moves from me and holds my hands once more.

"Princess, I have to go," he weakly says, making my heart break. I watch as his dragon lingers behind him, the boy eyeing the beast and walking over to it. "I will write every day. Promise." He places a kiss on my forehead that melts my insides; I look at him and smile graciously as he places himself onto the back of the beast. I walk next to it, eyeing the small-scaled creature, so many questions inside of my head.

"Safe travels, Lucerys. I'll miss you greatly," I call to him, watching his eyes shimmer as he looks at me. 

"I'll miss you every moment we are apart, Princess (Y/N)" he whispers. Then, Lucerys opens his mouth to command his dragon; but before he can I tell him one last thing.

"(Y/N)," I yell, his eyes looking to me one last time. "I do not crave such formalities with you, Lucerys." 

He breaks into a smile, gripping the reins on his dragon harder than before with pure joy. "(Y/N)," he corrects himself laughing under his breath. "May your rests never ail you until we meet again." 

And with that, he shouts “Sōvegon, Arrax!” at the beast and takes off before I can stall him any longer.

[braindancer]

14, 17 and 22 for the ship asks

Aaaah thanks so much bestie! Sorry this took ages. I'm gonna answer the other 2 in separate posts, but here's Prompt 14 for the soft ship questions!

14- Write about your ship celebrating their anniversary.

Guitar strings yowled like starving cats. The noise shot through Romy's ears straight into her brain. She jerked and twisted, legs tangling in itchy sheets, and crammed her head beneath the musty motel pillow. The guitar wailed on, too close, too loud. "Good morning." A synthetic voice crackled. It nearly drowned beneath the racket. Something almost like a melody formed in the harsh, twangy sound, but Romy couldn't place it. With both hands she held the pillow tight against her head so that it blocked both of her ears. It didn't help much. She sat up and glared through locks of stringy, bleached-white hair. There was a robot at the foot of her bed. It strummed at an ancient electric guitar, and the guitar screeched in protest. Its chrome-plated head bobbed to a steady beat that its fingers refused to follow. The late afternoon sun, shining hot and bright through crooked slaps in the window shades, glinted against its featureless faceplate. It was wearing her leather jacket. "Rustbucket?" Romy croaked, voice heavy with sleep. "What gives?" "You are being serenaded." Said the robot. There were no inflections in its voice, so every word sounded serious. "Do not be alarmed." "Couldja knock it off?" It pinched off one last note and fell silent. Romy breathed a sigh of relief. She let the pillow fall and swung her scrawny legs over the side of the bed. When her feet hit the floor, something crunched. Please, she thought, don't be a roach.

Romy rubbed the crust and old mascara from her eyes. She looked down. "Uhh... Buck? Why's the floor covered in leaves?" "I could not acquire rose petals," Rustbucket said. "I had to improvise." "Huh." was all Romy could think to say. The leaves were dried and dead, curling in on themselves and browning at the edges. They trailed from her bedside to the wobbly vinyl table on the other side of the motel room. There a candle burned, melted wax grafting it to the center of the table. On either side, place were set with red solo cups and plastic takeout cartons. What drew her eye most was the champagne. It sat there glistening against flickering candlelight in a crystalline bottle. Judging by the size of the anti-theft lock still clamped to its neck, it must've been expensive. Romy crossed the room in two steps, ignoring the foliage that stuck to the soles of her feet. She picked up the bottle and tossed it from one hand to another. It had a good weight to it. "La Perle des Alpes," she read from its label. A little red light blinked a warning at her from the security cap. Romy whistled. "Good shit. What's the occassion?" Rustbucket set the guitar down on the bed and rose to its feet. It wasn't just wearing her coat, she saw, but her good boots too. The steel-toed ones that were only a little bit scuffed. They looked glossier than usual, as did the bot's face and its bare chestplate. In the corner of her eye, amid the clutter of tools and empty soda cans on one of the side-tables, she spotted an opened tub of car wax. "It has been three hundred and seventy-five days since you hit me with your car." "Oh, yeah…" Romy rubbed the back of her neck with one hand. "Sorry about that." It shook its head. The sprockets at the base of its neck only squeaked a little bit - it had greased its joints recently, too. "No," it said, "I am grateful." "That I hit you with my car?" Rustbucket tilted its head. Gears whirred softly in its electric brain. After a time, it said, "I am grateful that you came back for me." Romy snorted a surprised laugh. Something skipped in her chest, and her cheeks went hot. That stupid, giddy feeling bubbled up inside her, like a can of NiCola that'd been shook up too many times. Like the warbling tune the robot played for her, she couldn't pin down exactly what it was. No one else made her feel quite like it. Normally she'd squash the feeling down with a sharp twinge of shame. For all the joy it brought her, and all the days it made just a little less lonely, she knew that this was a machine. It was all wires and gears and generous amounts of duct tape. It was also her best friend. Had it really only been a year? She felt as though she'd known it all her life. "Me too," she said, and meant it. She raised the bottle above her head, as though in a toast. Its anti-theft lock beeped ominously. "Go grab me the hammer and the bolster chisel, will ya? Let's crack this baby open and celebrate."

[faffreux]

Hiya! Uh...So...First your art is super cool and really inspiring!

And I hope Fawful comes to you in a dream super soon! But I wanna ask what burnout feels like for you. See I've been feeling kind of like a candle where the flame is flickering and all the wax has melted, like I've got nothing left. I tried talking to my therapist about it but she didn't say anything and I was talking to someone else but they said that's not true burn out even though I've felt like this for years? I just want to know how it feels for you and I want your opinion on this. Sorry that it's a sadder one, please don't hate me. (Which is why I'm on Anon.) Also, to add something positive Jolligig was in my dream the other night! He was in a black tux with a black top hat with 2 sunflowers and 2 roses? It was kinda cute.

Thank you!! I appreciate that you think so!! (And thanks for the dream wish, too! I hope so as well, haha. I can spend time with him in other ways but I do miss my dreams!)

First off I want to address the fact that I would never hate you for asking a question like this (or really asking much of anything, tbh) I completely understand being shy and needing to use anon (that's what I have it open for!) but just for future's sake please know that I absolutely do not mind this sort of thing. I'm no expert but I'll always do my best to help if I can!

Weirdly, the candle analogy you used is actually really accurate to how I'm feeling, and I do mean that. Like, I'm still going... but I definitely feel an emptiness in my head where it was constantly swimming before and it's like everything in me just wants to lay down and sleep for 6 months. My problem is that I often work myself PAST the burnout stage until there's not even any wax left and it's just this flame that's running on absolutely nothing. Like fumes. I've been in and out of this for about 3 years now, I'd say.

It's possible there could be some depression mixed up in there too, but I can't know for certain without knowing you and how your brain usually functions. I just want you to know you're not alone in how you feel and I hope things look up for you soon, okay?

PS. Jolli's outfit in your dream sounds adorable!!