#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

[tanyakennedy1899]

another Lila Stimboard!

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[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.

[thesorceresstemple]

[sparkles-and-trash]

Some new pieces ✨🍁♥️

[mellowseal]

hex 💀🩸

[lilgayducky]

Anyone else feeling burnt out rn?

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 7, day 16

Made a candle! :D

[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 💜

[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."

[eccentriceyes]

Another candle holder with froggies <3

Buy here: etsy.me/3HzL4SU

[nightisonlynight]

Candle Wreath Cake: now featuring stuff on fire :)

[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.

[7kh]

༉ feverish.

cw — sevika x fem! reader. wlw. sloppy make outs. finger-fucking. public space, kind of? if you squint a bit. little dialogue, just you guys pathetically needing each other. men and minors dni.

you had only made your way to the last drop to discuss with sevika a mishap about her weapon supplier. how you were suddenly straddling her lap and having her tongue-fuck your mouth was beyond you.

but really, what did you expect? distracted, stolen glances from both of you, and hot lingering touches were bound to get you two here, whether you liked it or not. when you felt a cold metal hand grab your arm firmly and felt a pair of chapped lips against your softer ones, you knew it was over. of course you didn’t make any attempt to push her off either.

you were then pushed to the door as she ferociously kissed you like she hadn’t gotten a good meal in weeks. her human hand slid to the side of her neck, having her thumb prop up her chin to (accommodate for the height difference) kiss you even deeper. if that’s even possible.

having your wettest of dreams come true felt exhilarating. nothing your mind could ever imagine held a candle to this. her wet tongue caressing your lips and your own made you dumb, literally. so empty-headed you didn’t even know you were drooling until you felt her her tongue darting out to lick the almost forgotten saliva from the corner of your mouth before immediately devouring you again.

she slid a thick thigh between your legs, subconsciously rubbing your core on the hardened surface. you wrapped both of your hands around her nape, the both of you swallowing the other’s moans like breathing. she bit your lower lip hard, not enough to draw blood but enough to make you wince a bit. she quickly soothed it with her soft, wet tongue, appreciating the moan that came out of it. the loss of her lips and her thigh made you whine, but you didn’t complain more when her lips traveled down to your jaw, her hands originally sculpting your body unbuckling the belt of your pants skillfully.

you barely even had time to think before her chilled human hands slid down your underwear and conquered your scorching heat. she smirked against your chin when she rubbed rigid circles on your erect clit and heard you whimper. exactly where she wanted you. her metal hand slid under your shirt, exposing just enough tummy to drive her fucking crazy.

“if i knew i could get you this malleable, i would’ve fucked you a long time ago.” she muttered against your skin. you whined, opening your mouth to reply with a retort before a thick, long finger filled you up, making you clamp your lips together and throw your head back, moaning a bit too loudly for comfort. your juices immediately coated her finger, her harsh yet mastered thrusts making wet and outright disgusting sounds throughout the room. you were sure your knees would’ve given out if her metal hand wasn’t keeping you up.

she slickly added another finger in you. if you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought she was fucking you with her cock. it was so unfair how big she was in every which way possible, having you this broken just from her index and ring finger. she effortlessly exploited your wet and quivering walls, hitting that particular gummy spot that was guaranteed to make you arch and whine her name, thighs shaking around her. it was when your essence drooled to the ground was when you were close, dangerously so. your head hit the wooden door when you threw your head back again, but the brief pain quickly turned into delicious pleasure. “please, please please please—“

she never relented, hefty fingers drilling you to your peak. you screamed out her name, followed by drunken and incomprehensible praise as her fingers slowed down, however only by a bit. people hearing you two be damned. your thighs were still shaking as you looked down and saw sevika undoing her own belt, too impatient to go to a more private and appropriate place to spill your utmost of desires. you were going to be trapped in this room for a looooong time.

© 7KH 2024, all rights reserved — do not claim, modify, copy or translate my content.

[bossymarmalade]

Installation view of Freedom Square: The Black Girlhood Altar at the Chicago Cultural Center

The exhibition at the Chicago Cultural Center opens with the installation “Homegoing.” The work is a suspended image depicting a screenshot from Ma’Khia Bryant’s personal TikTok. In the photo she’s laying her edges, her jet-black hair shining, her baby face clean and free of makeup. Below the printed photo is a collection of candles, stuffed animals, and a bouquet. On April 20, 2021, Ma’Khia was killed by an Ohio police officer in what was later determined a justifiable homicide. She was 16 years old. 

In the gallery titled Rest and Recess: The Courtyard, the exhibition transports the viewer to the Caribbean where Black girls play together unburdened and hopeful. A tree, sculpted by Robert Narciso and made from branches from Rekia Boyd’s family home, sits in the center of the room casting a protective shadow over everything. From its branches hang yellow paper hearts scribed with the hopes and dreams of little Black girls. The sound of their joyful cacophony activates the space.

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