#sculpted candle

[erebus0dora]

ohh okay it took me a while...

for the record: here's the thread of the process, here's the original reveal post, but this is a cindensed explanation of the way things happened, + i am adding several pictures without IDs bc they are practically the same thing from different angles

so far, i have five black and five neutral wax-coloured ones made, and am sorting out which belongs where since i am definitely sending some of them to travel the world. IMPORTANT: your can't pay for them because i am a bloody Russian in bloody Russia, but you can have some as soon as i figure the amount i can create.

i'm pondering if a random number generator giveaway is a good idea - what do you think..?

[niccoguedes]

Armand Nation, how we doing?

Amazing candle sculptured work by @erebus0dora

A very symbolic, decorated with flowers, golden petals candle that resembles marble statues. Half of his face is exposed to the bone. After lighting it bleeds a crimson red. It’s beautifully tragic and a magnificent tribute to his history.

IG / Tktk

[blae-kitta]

🎄Happy holidays and a happy new year ✨

Bill post / Ford post / og design by @wickywackwhat

[tanyakennedy1899]

another Lila Stimboard!

[ x x x | x . x | x x x ]

[mesquitecandle]

Since nothing but gold earned is going to be transferred to Coral Island 1.0, thought I'd take pics to remember my first farm layout.

Just...gotta remember to sell everything before November 14th so there's enough cash for all the house upgrades.

[crazy-concubine]

WHY IS HE SO CUTE WHAT????

The tags I made

[sparkles-and-trash]

Some new pieces ✨🍁♥️

[thesorceresstemple]

[mellowseal]

hex 💀🩸

[lilgayducky]

Anyone else feeling burnt out rn?

[erebus0dora]

my dearest, my loveliest, my most beloved fellow connoisseurs of a certain gremlin, it has been ten days now since i had the wildest idea of The Armand-Shaped Chaos Project, and boy oh boy

it is done

it is alive

and it bleeds and it burns oh so bright fghhgghnnhhh

those who guessed it was going to be a candle: ✨you guessed right✨

he burns and he faintly smells of honey because i used beeswax (ngl i was contemplating adding pineapple scent if u catch my drift, mhm)

my dear friend @yakyuu-yarou also suggested to add the red core so that he doesn't just BURN, he BLEEDS, and i have a tiny bit of footage of that exact thing (GIF below the cut)

imma make a proper reveal post with the details of the project and all that jazz, but for now i really need to sleep since it's been a truly wild ride 💜

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 7, day 16

Made a candle! :D

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@waxgentleman asked: Mr 3 slaps Ikkaku's on her head, gentle in a scolding way. Whispering to her in an offended tone of voice. ❝ you're toooootally staring at his BACKSIDE right now, MANNERS, ga ne! MANNERS! ❞ (Zoro probably training PLSDLAPL) Prompts for teasing a friend with a crush/new relationship (Always Accepting!)

Ikkaku was hardly shy about watching a hot body at work. Many called her shameless, but the engineer would argue that she was, in fact, appreciative. It was like looking at fine art in a museum or attending a musical performance. Wasn't it more disrespectful to ignore such things?

Apparently, Mr. 3 felt otherwise.

"Hey!" Ikkaku grumbled, rubbing the back of her head in response to the slap. It hardly hurt, but it had snapped her out of her happy observation of the swordsman in the training yard lifting weights while shirtless. "I'll have you know I was staring at his back muscles, too! And the front ones. And the side. I appreciate the whole package, thank you very much!"

Glancing back over at Zoro, who appeared blissfully ignorant of the whispered scolding Ikkaku was getting, or even that he had an audience at all, she smiled despite herself. "I've asked him before if he wants me to leave, and he's basically told me he doesn't mind me hanging around. Sometimes he even uses me as a weight when he does push-ups. If he seemed even slightly uncomfortable about me watching him, I'd stop in a heartbeat." After all, she understood how annoying unwanted leering could be. But he never seemed to mind, and in fact even seemed to welcome her presence, so Ikkaku was content to hang around and enjoy the view.

Her smile turned into a smirk as she turned back to Mr. 3. "Besides, me watching his ass means I can see if he's starting to wander off and herd him back to the castle before he can get lost. I'm doing everybody a favor here. I'd say I've got some great manners in that regard."

[willinglyghoulified]

Food for Thought

You love getting compliments, even if you don't want to admit it, being as humble as you probably are. You get embarrassed and don't know what to say when you receive a compliment. And that's okay. No one is expecting you to show a certain amount of gratitude or react a certain way -- they just wanted to make you feel good.

That being said, please keep that in mind when you're reading someone's book or looking at someone's art. You see, most artists thrive on compliments. We like to know that our work is valid, that our work is good, that our work has made someone smile, made them feel good. We like to know that our drawing, painting, book, or other form of art/media was someone's favorite.

We wanna be the author that you can't wait to see publish the next book in the series. We wanna be the painter that makes you feel homesick when you look at our painting. We want to be the digital sketch artist whose linework and color scheme drew you in and made you unable to tear your eyes away from the features. We wanna be the knitters and crocheters that remind you of your grandma or your mom and bring you to tears when you see our shawls and dolls. We wanna be the cross-stitchers that make bad-ass wall-hangings that make you say "Hell yeah, I have to have one of those, that's so me." And there's so many more of us that can do wonderful things -- things I could never even imagine attempting or being good at. So you know what I do? I compliment those people.

Compliment those that make wonderful art that makes you feel something, even if it's a little something. Tell them a few kind words. "Hey, that picture looks pretty good." "Hey, nice writing." "Love the colors on this." It doesn't have to be long or fancy or well-written.

So next time you're scrolling through Tumblr, DeviantArt, or Art Station, remember to give someone a like or a favorite, remember to comment on their work and tell them what you liked about it. Next time you're on Wattpad, AO3, or Fanfic.net, remember to upvote or favorite or archive their work. Remember to leave comments saying what you liked about their work. Leave reviews! Don't be afraid to say something! Don't be embarrassed! And don't be lazy! It only takes a few minutes!

In today's world, it is SO DAMN EASY to give up. It is so easy to give up, people. Don't let artists give up on their work just because they don't feel seen, they don't feel validated. And if you're one of those struggling artists, my heart goes out to you. Hold on just a little bit longer. You've got this.

Sending you all much love in a time of turbulence. Remember to be kind to one another and share nice thoughts with each other. ♥

[eccentriceyes]

Another candle holder with froggies <3

Buy here: etsy.me/3HzL4SU

[salsakiyoomi]

“do you think we're soulmates in every universe?” 

you ask, snuggling up to sukuna, on your king sized bed — you had been served dinner and sukuna bas gone through his reports and duties as king, and now it was his sacred time with you.

“we aren't in this one.” he scoffs, wrapping his arm around you.

you pout at him, mildly offended but you expected nothing less from the ‘heartless’ king of curses, “what makes you say so?���

“i don't believes in such foolish nonesense.” he says simply, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

“it's not foolish nonesense.” you argue, tracing lines on his chest absentmindedly, admiring his sculpted form.

“and what makes you say that?” he asks, mocking your earlier question.

you smile at him, “i mean, do you not feel a connection between us? a binding of souls? i know you love me and i’m sure you know that we are meant to be in every universe.”

“don't put words in my mouth, woman.” he huffs, caressing your shoulder.

you laugh — you know that while he might have not said it before, he most definitely thinks and feels it.

and it's true, sukuna had first fallen for you for your otherworldly beauty, and had chosen you for marriage, and that was that for a while until he started falling for you.

you, your laugh, the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about something that you love, the way you always showered him with loving words and affection that was always so foreign to him.

but he slowly started getting used to it, even reciprocating it in his own way.

“whatever you say, ryo.” you finally say, smiling sheepishly at him before blowing out the candle and rolling on your side, “goodnight.”

“hm.” he huffs, wrapping all four arms around you before slowly drifting into sleep, his mind swarmed with thoughts about how your souls could possibly be tied.

foolish thoughts, for him maybe, but maybe it was also true

because, sometime, centuries later, in the middle of tokyo in a small business coffeeshop, sukuna meets you — the all time business ceo, falls for the loving and bubbly batista who always left him notes on his morning coffee.

and he falls for you all over again.