#burning wax

[huariqueje]

Candle - Vladimir Kush , 2021.

Russian, b. 1965 -

Oil on canvas , sublimation on metal , 48 x 72 in.

[qui-gg]

Studied the actual lavender chamomile candle that I have she is very pretty

Bonus this extremely old bald candle art

[alittleannihilation]

look at the patch I made for my jacket, boy

[magicicephoenix]

for the color palettes, how about 'heartaches' for sammy or bendy? 👀

careful sammy, a fire like that can burn…

sammy with heartaches

[averlym]

litany of the martyrs (click for better resolution!)

[mon-petit-coeur-noir]

[an-au-blog]

Oh, your love is sunlight

Happy (late) Valentine's Day (version without text ↓ +description in tags)

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

As requested by @eviltothecore13 , this scene of Vincent Price actually running under an actual burning balcony...

House of Wax (1953) dir. Andre De Toth

[persephonediary]

At one with darkness …

[wodimewoahtime]

currently having thoughts about icarus/wax wings ivantill its the sacrifice its bringing him closer to the sun even as ivan melts, its till crashing to the ground in ivans efforts to bring him higher

its desperately grasping for what burns you and the freedom of flight

also ivan as an imitation of something else, till who molded ivan into the shape of freedom, the fall to the earth after reaching for the sun with nothing left but burning wax on your shoulder blades

icarus/wax wings is a rarepair comparison in contrast to icarus/sun comparisons, but ive always liked the romance of wax wings!!!

the wax wings that try to bring icarus to the realm of the gods, and icarus whos nothing but human

ivans devotion to his "god" and till who saw ivan as an equal

till who falls to the earth as a human when the one elevating him to the status of divinity is gone

its the fall that makes icarus human, and its flying icarus to the sun despite everything that makes the wax wings a just little human too

[endlich-allein]

Till, Vallhall Arena, Oslo, Norway, 19-02-2012 © Terje Dokken

[wetwarmclingfilmredvelvetcrush]

[youngpeachenthusiast]

date idea: i am icarus and you are the sun

[spinjitzu-spy]

Cole: Guess who just found out the difference between wax paper and parchment paper the hard way?

Jay: Wait, what’s the difference?

Cole: One you can use in the oven safely, and the other one you can also use in the oven… if the thing you are trying to make happens to be fire.

[natsmagi]

What if...Lucia Tsumugi?

SANKTA LUCIA TSUMUGI MY BELOVED!!!!!!!

[feroluce]

No wait!! What was Gepard's second letter?!?!

One was business but the contents of the second weren't mentioned, is this a secret jus for them? T-T

Absolutely adore your writing btw. My heart broke with the first part and I am on cloud 9 with how the second part ended!!! <3

((The context: Lucid Dreamer ficlet part 1 and part 2))

His second letter was personal, give the man some privacy, Anon!!

If you want an actual answer though haha, I've decided it's best left to the imagination. Like I think it would be actively detrimental to the story if I wrote it out word for word. Sometimes part of writing is knowing what to flesh out and what to not.

I don't think it would be a confession, though.

I think Sampo has a hilariously hard time laying himself bare, even though he LOVES getting attention from Gepard. For being a personal letter, it probably doesn't get TOO personal, and the only reason Sampo would leave such a thing behind for him at all is on the off chance he'll never see him again. I think it would take a pretty extreme circumstance, like death, to make Sampo be honest. But then, what does honesty matter at that point? Is it worth it, will it only make it worse? Does it change anything? Sampo will still be dead and gone. Gepard will still be left behind. Does Sampo want Gepard to know anything? I'm not sure he would.

(That said, it does make for a good scene, doesn't it? Gepard pokes through the safehouse, and he finds the beat up metal box, full of letters. He sees one with his name. And he slowly sinks onto the bed, carefully pulls it open.

The letter is still never shown. But it's not the words that are important.

It's the way that Gepard holds it tight between his fingers, realizes that he's creasing the paper, then urgently smooths it out again. It's the way that every successive sentence makes his breath stutter. It's the way he gets to the end of the page and is suddenly so, so exhausted that he sits curled over the letter, heart too heavy to hold until it's unbearable weight bowed his back.

And finally, Gepard drags himself up. Sighs all the air out of his lungs. He grabs the box, and he makes his solitary march back to Belobog.)

((When he returns, he reports straight to Bronya, and shows her what he found. Bronya notices that there's only one letter in there with Gepard's name, one with nothing but detailed instructions, and she elects not to say anything. She doesn't want to rub salt in the wound, especially not one so fresh.

She completely misses that Gepard has kept the second letter separate, tucked away in his armored coat, in the inside pocket against his chest.))