#candle customise

[printbrix]

printing services in Noida

[rragnaroks]

my little suncatchers make me so happy

[custompackagingboxes]

Enclose Products Accurately in Custom Candle Boxes

Regarding retail, the packaging is essential for drawing in clients and making a good impression. This is especially true for those who produce candles since candles are experiences wrapped in wax and scent rather than just goods. Custom Candle Boxes have become an effective tool for businesses to stand out in a crowded market, not just for their looks. They also for their usefulness and sustainability. They appear to have the apparent function of enclosing and safeguarding the fragile candles. As the initial point of interaction between the product and the customer, boxes establish the tone for the whole brand experience. These boxes convey the identity, values, and dedication to the quality of the business through their design, substance, and finishing.

Custom Candle Boxes Set Products Beyond Convenience

Probably the most striking feature of boxes is their design. Custom printing techniques allow brands to highlight detailed patterns, vivid colours, and eye-catching artwork that perfectly captures their spirit. The design can convey the desired mood and appeal to the target audience, whether it's a sleek modernism for luxury scented candles or a rustic charm for handcrafted soy candles. Custom Candle Boxes and their importance goes well beyond practicality. Beyond only being beautiful, they have valuable advantages. They can be adjusted to tightly fit candles of different sizes and shapes, minimising movement and lowering the possibility of damage during shipping. Retailers and customers can benefit from the convenience of securing several candles within a single box using inserts and separators.

Encourage a Wider Life Span with Custom Candle Boxes

Customers may also preview the candles thanks to features like window cutouts, which entice them with a peek at the alluring colours and scents inside. The choices for design are boundless, ranging from bright quirkiness to minimalist beauty. Sustainability has become a significant issue for organisations and consumers in recent years. Custom Candle Boxes allow companies to show their dedication to environmental responsibility. Recyclable or biodegradable materials like cardboard or Kraft paper allow manufacturers to reduce their environmental impact without sacrificing style or quality. Additionally, cutting-edge designs that prioritise efficiency and minimalism can lessen material waste and encourage a more sustainable lifespan.

Custom Candle Boxes Become Sensation for Exclusive Brands

Boxes impact the consumer experience and brand narrative beyond their physical characteristics. Custom Candle Boxes act as real-life representatives of the brand's culture, values, and narrative. Brands may utilise packaging as a narrative and engagement tool, whether a handwritten thank-you note in the box or a QR code that links to unique content. Customers become brand champions due to this personal touch, which creates a sense of connection and loyalty. So, success in the highly competitive retail industry depends on differentiation. They give brands a singular chance to make an impression on consumers and establish a distinctive character. Brands can improve their perceived value and charge more by investing in packaging that embodies their vision and appeals to their target market.

Make Custom Packaging Boxes Cost-Effective for Usage

Boxes are essential in today's consumer environment because boxes are practical marketing tools and helpful product containers. Businesses from all industries understand the importance of presentation and branding in influencing consumer perceptions and increasing sales in a world where these factors are critical. Custom Packaging Boxes provide many advantages, from improving brand awareness and consumer involvement to protecting things throughout shipment. Businesses depend on solid and personalised boxes to ensure their products arrive at clients undamaged, whether delivering fragile devices or perishable items. Businesses can reduce the chance of damage during transit by customising requirements to match each item's exact measurements and fragility.

Bring Loyalty for Recall Using Custom Packaging Boxes

Boxes are effective brand promoters. Custom Packaging Boxes do more than hold a product. They are physical manifestations of a company's identity and principles. Businesses may imprint their brand image onto every box by using strategic design components like logos, colours, and graphics, strengthening brand recall and awareness. Every options turns into a tiny billboard that puts the brand's message in front of customers. This ongoing exposure has the potential to create a lasting impression, encouraging repeat business and brand loyalty. Thus, they provide unmatched chances for originality and distinction. Standing out is crucial in today's congested industry to attract customers and increase sales.

Custom Packaging Boxes Promote Up-Selling for an Aesthetic Look

Boxes offer a blank canvas for creativity, enabling companies to test out novel materials, forms, and finishing methods. Customisation helps companies create packaging that appeals to their target market and distinguishes them from rivals, whether elegant, minimalist packaging for high-end goods or colourful, environmentally friendly boxes for handcrafted goods. Custom Packaging Boxes can provide customers with significant information in addition to aesthetics. Thus, packaging acts as a conduit for information between firms and consumers. They provide everything from product specifications and usage guidelines to eco-friendly certifications and promotional offers. Companies may inform customers, foster trust, and even promote cross- or up-selling through careful packaging content design.

[customisableboxes]

How Candle Packaging Takes Your Business to New Heights

Candles are products universally known for the artistry and passion that goes into making them. Creating a beautiful candle requires elite craftsmanship; you must capture that effort in its packaging. In today’s day and age, paying close attention to your packaging is vital. It’s the first thing anyone will see when choosing what to buy. Enter custom boxes for candles to solve all your packaging needs!

These bespoke candle boxes are a brilliant way to help your brand expand and drive sales. Custom candle packaging offers several benefits, revitalizing your brand and attracting more potential customers than ever! However, like any investment, doing your research first is crucial. This article will discuss the many benefits of these boxes and give you tips on maximizing their potential. Let’s get into it!

Custom Candle Packaging: Do You Need it?

Candles are bespoke products that require time and effort to create. As such, these artisan products must have packaging that reflects the affection put into crafting them. Custom candle packaging is a vital part of branding for your business. It sends the right message to your consumers, letting them know your brand is worth their money. Candle boxes are entirely customizable, meaning you can alter their shape, size, color, and design based on your needs. 

How Do Custom Candle Boxes Expand Your Brand?

customised packaging boxes are an excellent investment if you want to expand your brand. These bespoke boxes offer more than just packaging solutions. They’ll help your brand solidify its identity, positively impacting potential customers. With custom candle packaging, you’ll reap several rewards for the price of one! Let’s review some of the benefits these boxes will bring your brand. 

Safety With Luxury Candle Boxes

The most crucial factor for any packaging solution is how safe it keeps your products. With custom candle boxes, you’ll never have to worry about your candles getting harmed. These bespoke boxes will protect your products from damage. They’re sturdy, protecting from impact, water, and moisture. They’ll also keep your candles fresh, ensuring none of the scented oils leak. Nothing is more annoying than a faulty product, so ensure your candles reach your customers intact with candle boxes.

Candle Packaging Ideas for Brand Identity

Your company’s brand identity is essential to creating a holistic customer experience. A solid brand identity will lead to better sales, more exposure, and loyal customers. Since candle boxes offer the best customizability, you can hand-craft your brand identity through packaging. Use exciting colors that align with your brand’s message and your candles’ purpose. Colors are one of the only things people remember about packaging at first glance, so using an enticing color scheme will draw more eyes to your product.

After deciding on your color scheme, the next step is to ensure your fonts are eye-catching. Your logo is the most significant part of your packaging, so you must ensure it captures the beauty of your brand. Finally, create eye-catching graphics for your custom candle boxes while ensuring no clutter. Remember, sometimes it’s better to be minimal!

Wholesale Candle Boxes are Incredibly Affordable

You might be thinking these beautiful candle boxes are pretty pricey. However, you couldn’t be further from the truth! These boxes offer several benefits for the price of one. You’ll receive a boost in marketing, advertising, and, of course, packaging. The return on your investment will be fantastic with custom candle packaging. These boxes will drive sales forward, bringing you a profitable return. You can focus on running your business without worrying about breaking the bank. 

These boxes are incredibly fantastic for small businesses to expand their brand. Placing an order for wholesale candle boxes will save you a ton of money, leaving you at ease to focus on your business. These boxes offer the best value-for-money deal you can find!

Conclusion

Custom candle boxes are an excellent way to take your candle brand forward. These bespoke boxes will bring you several benefits, taking your candle brand to new heights! These are some things to look for when creating your candle boxes so you can use this information to craft the perfect experience for your customers!

[suguru-getos]

jujutsu kaisen characters and how they spend new years with you

characters included: gojo, geto, nanami

gojo satoru:

it was simple, satoru would plan new years just for the sake of it. he has so much money honestly he searches for occaisions to spend it. you’d see him throw a lavish party in the gojo estate, kiss you softly after the countdown ends & coos how much he loves and adores you. satoru knows you both are couple goals for everyone else — given how easily he simps over you endlessly. “happy new year sweetheart.” he croons, kissing your forehead & then your lips while everyone is hooting & shouting, drinks clinking on their hands as you sip from the same wine glass. “i love you.” he smirked, saying it as if it was the very first time. people know he’s a lightweight but he’s always so excited to drink with you, maybe you wouldn’t mind a hyper clingy and over the top affectionate satoru when he does feel drunk.

geto suguru:

suguru has simple new year plans. he would prefer you both spending time together in each other’s arms, hugging and kissing each other & cooing softly at how your new years resolutions are just being there for each other. romantic and gentle. sitting beside him by the fire place, couped up in the fluffiest of blankets and the sweet & warm embrace of suguru, enamoring as his cologne hits you & makes you feel instantly warm. you two spend the year end in each other’s arms, in serenity without any impending chaos. suguru and you are the couple to make pillow forts and decorate it with fairy lights, cook your favorite food together and have fun banter over it, gossip a little if need be. eventually make sweet, sweet love & promise each other to stay together & be vulnerable for another year. <3

nanami kento:

lavish and high-end dinners, candle-lit & customised, all to suit his baby’s taste and aesthetics is what kento goes for during the year end. of course he is on a leave — no work priorities; there is only one priority for him especially right now, that’s you. he would suit up and dress up for you, co-ordinate your outfits together, would probably buy your dress and send a little note along with it that says, ‘wear this love’ and would patiently wait while you take your sweet time taking care of yourself & your hair & makeup. <3 kento is the sweetest because he would click a picture of you & put it as his social media pfp. not so subtle declaration of love but people know he’s in deep. never to come out. <3 would probably end the countdown with cutting a slice of your favorite cake. something sweet to start the new year, along with his sweet little angel.

[dancingwithfoxes]

10 little subtle ways and things you could be doing that are witchy!

(esp if you're still in the broom closet) ❤️🦊

1. virtual and online altars

pinterest boards dedicated to your gods/goddesses; quotes and aesthetics.

tumblr dedication blogs.

social media page with your witchy alias.

discord server, a private place to organise channels and create categories for what you want, i.e., spellwork, candle magick, crystal associations, etc.

music playlists, for both manifesting and connecting with your deities, they love coming through music.

2. journal/book altars

similar to the idea of a book of shadows, this will be personal writings and thoughts for specific deities.

you can customise it and decorate it much like a physical altar! i.e., stickers, washi tapes, markers, sparkles.

custom spreads for whomever you work with, you can put prayers you've written for them, words you want to convey, and express.

3. the wooden box altar, also known as a travelling altar

a place to put all your trinkets and necessities.

if you're unable to have a physical space, having one that's portable will help you take your altar wherever you go.

you can carve/paint the box to be more personal for you, or to be ultra discreet about it you can just customise the inner part so it doesn't stick out to people you don't want knowing yet.

4. origami shapes

for manifesting, write out what you would like and fold it into a star to carry out the manifestation.

use the idea of symbolism to embed your intentions, for luck, a four leaf clover. for allowing new opportunities to find you and let go, a butterfly, to succeed in something you could make a bird; "soaring to new heights."

you could also use this time to connect with your deities, just being with them in the moment.

5. financial abundance

if you can't blow cinnamon on the first day of the new month, put a dash of it in your morning coffee or tea first thing.

use of coins in the soil of your plants welcomes in prosperity.

likewise with coins, frogs are symbolic of wealth.

a bay leaf where you keep your wallet/purse, the exchange of the money you give out you will receive back with a little extra.

6. kitchen magick/green witchery

add spices/herbs to help achieve something you want i.e.,

pancakes with vanilla and honey to bring in loving and warm energy.

adding pepper/salt/basil/rosemary to encourage protection.

for clarity and insight, chamomile tea.

to have peaceful and calm resolve, lemonade with fresh mint leaves.

7. clothing and jewellery

wearing items of clothing or jewellery in honour of your deities, i.e.

rings, bracelets, and necklaces that symbolise something of them for you.

shirts with quotes you feel resemble them; colour associations work plenty.

if you crochet or make your own items of clothing, knot magick or sewing in a symbol that means something for you can help you feel confident when wearing it.

8. self-care can be devotional

doing things that make you happy whilst doing it in honour of your deities allows them to be present in your simple joys.

writing, poetry, reading; feeling called to read something because it holds a message for you.

indulging a show or something you watched in your childhood years, deities take pleasure in watching something that means alot to you and will be grateful to share that moment.

treats and specific cravings, i.e., little upg, but loki loves sweet pastries.

taking a walk about in nature gives your deities more room to show you the beauty of the world. take them to your favourite bench, to your favourite coffee shop.

knot magick, if you crochet, make something in honour of your gods/goddesses. they will ensure it brings you comfort when you hold it.

painting your nails, you can charge your nail polish beneath the moon or mix in a little moon water to be energised and intuitively connected.

9. cleansing and clearing of old energy

water

will help the bad flow out and let the good flow in.

showers/baths are good for self-cleansing.

holding a glass of water before drinking it and wish your intentions.

crying, allowing yourself to feel what it is you're trying to process in order for it to be released. can't release something you haven't finished going through yet.

moon water, I recommend this during a new moon as that's more symbolic to starting anew, planting seeds and encouragement toward growth.

sun water, can help with energising you and bringing in positive energy, also a confidence boost.

earth

holding onto a crystal for a few moments, just breathing in and out.

crystals can be used for cleansing, smoky quartz, clear quartz. there is a crystal for all your needs.

plants! plants are great for protection and for taking in bad energy. they will listen to what you have to say, and will love you as much as you love them.

food, especially grown from the earth can help you feel refreshed and buzzing with energy.

fire

burning, writing out your hardships, struggles, anger and burning them (safely please).

lighting a candle while you work on something, very therapeutic, and you can visualise the bad energy being burnt out and released.

incense, the smoke is a natural cleanser and will do wonders. you aren't restricted to using sage to cleanse; others you could use are myrrh, sandalwood, lavender, or cedar. it's completely up to what your preferences are.

air

breathing in and out during meditation, as you take in some air and release it, upon release visualise what you're letting go of.

bells, the frequency of dinging bells helps to disperse bad energy.

sound cleansing through soft music, and intentional frequencies. you'll find alot of these up on youtube.

10. divination methods (aside from tarot/pendulums that i know of)

clouds, observing what you see and the shapes you recognise, what you need to know will be reflected in nature.

ceromancy, candle wax, burning a candle after asking for some clarity or an answer and having the wax form a shape for you to interpret.

numerology, angel numbers, and the significance of the numbers.

automatic writing, done in your personal journal, it's unconscious writing that can help channel messages you may need.

bibliomancy, randomly selecting a passage or words from a book.

capnomancy, the use of smoke from candles or incense, and reading the shapes and forms casted by the smoke

conchomancy, divination through seashells, shapes, and the type of shell.

casting a set of charms on a cloth and divinating the meaning of where they landed.

[obsessive-valentine]

Rating my Yanderes beds, because I can ✨

Barbarian!yan - Literally layers upon layers of soft warm fur on top of their equivalent of a mattress on top of a massive travelling box or two that double as bed frames. Most furs and blankets recently personally hunted/stolen for his darlings comfort bc he could sleep on a slab of stone and feel great in the morning so it’s safe to say it probably wasn’t as comfortable before he met darling. A princess and the pea situation bc he will keep adding throws and furs until darlings happy. Sounds like a dream but probably gets to hot now and then and a bed on top of wooden boxes can’t be that comfortable but at least it’s not the floor. Also didn’t own pillows before darling so stole some from a raid (that’s a funny visual) 8/10 - some points for effort

Vampire!yan - The most luxurious bed known to mankind, well darlings is, his is a literal coffin... darling has massive beautifully hand carved bed frame with a canopy, sleeps in silks and plush pillows fit for royalty. If that doesn’t fit darlings fancy there’s a few bedrooms in the manor that he can clean up for them, he just picked the most extravagant and comfortable for darling. 100/10

His actual ‘bed’ on the other hand -being the coffin- looks super cool and expensive, made from dark rich wood and a silk interior. Also does it’s job in keeping him safe from the sun or whatever. But very uncomfortable for a normal human and claustrophobic. -1/10

Farmer!yan - Nothing particularly concerning or great about the bed, it’s a sturdy handmade frame by his grandfather with maybe a 10yr old mattress at most. He’s also a type that could sleep on a stone slab and feel good from the most part on the morning so he doesn’t care that the mattress is a bit worn but will give in a pick up a new one if darling complains. Good at keeping up with laundry so the sheets are clean and soft so that counts for something. 4/10

Classic!yan - Did his research to customise his bed to darlings preferences, so when darlings kidnapped everything is new and comfortable. Great attention to detail because he gets sheets with darlings favourite colour on and many options for blankets and comforts like stuffed toys. Would be a 10/10 if it weren’t for the chain on darlings ankle being a part of the bed.

Childhood Fae!yan - He settles for nothing less than perfect, he’s spoilt and expects luxury so of course darling gets the best too. No where near as fancy as vampire yans but as comfortable, with a extravagantly carved dark wood frame that fits the dark academia vibe of his house. Very picky about the materials and firmness of his bed so he spent a lot of time perfecting it to be just right. Darlings sleeping good and extra points for having the best ambiance out of all the yanderes, I can imagine the room being so calming with the fireplace crackling and reading by candle light. 11/10

[kurogxrix]

150 kilometers

Police Officer!Ghost x reader

IN WHICH Officer Ghost catches you speeding way past the limit, but you to think of a way or two to avoid a ticket.

WC: 5.6k

Warnings: ANGST, smut, reader and Simon have history, oral (M), unprotected PinV, creampie, Simon’s unresolved feelings.

“My momma told me that the money outgrew you,” 

The sound of Beyoncé’s ‘AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM’ was blasting through your car’s radio, barely audible with the way the passing wind was howling so aggressively. You had no one else to blame but yourself, the numbers 150 were in blast on your speedometer, yet you pretended to fall blind to it. It was all the more irresponsible and dangerous, yet who cared if you exceeded the 80km/h speed limit plastered on the signs each few metres if there was no one to witness the act but yourself. 

Solitude greeted you upon the streets, but you preferred it that way anyway. 

Nevertheless, one of your hands left the wheel to usher the sound up. Kendrick just had that effect on people. The breeze brushed through your freshly done hair, ruffling the style that you’d wasted an hour doing that same morning. Hair be damned, you had better places to be than on that deserted road. The engine of your pink convertible roared as you pressed further onto the pedal, a precious jewel that your father had gifted you. One that you’d gotten customised to your heart's extent. 

The sudden voice of the ‘Maps’ app assistant made you jolt slightly in your seat, making your car swerve about a few centimetres to the left. You shook your head in disappointment, god knows that that’d have ended if you were on the main road. The openings of the bag resting on the passenger seat beside you ruffled with the passing wind, the sun hitting your skin in all the most comforting ways. 

Nothing on this beautifully sunny day could have prepared you for the sudden flash of red and blue behind you, which could barely be seen considering the weather. You were 100% sure that this cop had popped out of thin air, because besides the lack of hiding spots besides the road, you knew that no car had followed you off the busy main road. Unless they’d broken the law and driven 70km/h above the speed limit alongside you. You could probably use that argument against said cop, yet again you feared he’d charge you extra just for getting smart with him. 

To top the absolute mess that you had gotten yourself into, the cop just had to signal you. The sound of his blaring alarm made a wave of embarrassment wash down your spine, despite being the two lone people accepting the street. 

“Fuck,” you cursed, bring the car to a stop once you’d bordered in to the side. You brushed down the vanity mirror before attempting to take your hair quickly, because if you were to get a ticket, then you might as well look amazing while doing it. 

Simon on his side was far too busy trying to recollect himself before leaving the car, pretending to busy himself with the fetch of his talkie-walkie as he inhaled a whole yard worth of air into his lungs. The packet of cigarettes lodged in his breast pocket begged at him for a second of his time, but he also had duties calling out for him. 

Out of all odds, he’d fallen on your car with you in it while he was on duty. He could have just called it a day and let you escape with the little victory of outrunning a cop, he’d be far better than he was then. 

Nevertheless, the push of his SUV door felt even heavier than it did on normal days. He feels a tinge of unease for a man that harbours the muscles that he does, but he convinced himself that he just wasn’t in his element at that moment. 

Unenthusiastic brown eyes fell upon the familiar licence plate, and suddenly he didn’t feel as brave as he did that same morning. His booted feet were bringing him forwards but his mind couldn’t help but reel further backwards. To the times where you’d both been mindless enough to mess around, unaware of all but the sweet scent of those rose candles that you’d lit before he’d come over. To the feeling of the sheets pooled around his bare hips in the aftermath of it all, and how distant the feel of your arms wrapped around his torso as you slept soundly now felt. 

Simon shook the intrusive thoughts away, raising his head and retaking the stance of the brave officer that he was. After all, all he needed to do was give you your ticket, reprimand you and send you off to wherever you were heading to. What was all the fuss about? Even if he knew, he would let his brain bother him. 

The heavy thud of his boots stopped beside your car door, the lack of protection from the windows and roof only scaring you now. 

“Do you know why I stopped you today?” you heard the annoyed sigh come, before the familiar tune of a middle aged man’s voice hit your ears. You turned your head towards his side so fast that you believed you would have broken it. Nevertheless, here he stood before you in all of his glory; Simon Riley, the man who’d rocked your world a couple of moons ago. 

You’d both agreed on the whole no strings attached thing, but you couldn’t stop the burning feeling in your chest once you realised on that fateful night that Simon wasn’t coming back. That the brit wouldn’t be here to ruffle your sheets and leave the bed intact while you hit the showers anymore. That the scent of roses would never feel as romantic as it did in his wake. It almost pained you to throw away that extra toothbrush that you’d gotten for him considering the amount of days a week he’d woken up at your house rather than his. 

You shook the thoughts away before hitting him with that overly sickening sweet smile of yours that you offered to all the others, because it wasn’t Simon Riley that you were facing at the instant, it was Officer Ghost. 

“I don’t know Officer, mind explaining to me?” The sultry tone of your question made Simon mentally double back. Be damned, your words even shocked you for a solid second before you could recover. Whatever the fuck you were doing flirting with your ex fling just to get out of a speed ticket? Only a madwoman would know. 

But of course you would, you knew that Simon had once been weak to your charms, and if you need to use that weakness of him at anytime; it would for sure be now. The blond can’t help his eyes from drifting into your car as he processed your words, admiring the personal touches that you’d gotten done in the last few months. 

He notes the fact that you’re barefoot because of the pair of heels that we’re resting under the passenger seat. You’d probably wear them later to whatever you were heading. Could it be to a boyfriend's house? To the club maybe where you’d meet and flirt with the young, hammered men that dared to lay their creeping eyes on you? Simon shook the stupid thoughts away, so what if you had a boyfriend? There was never something consistent going on between you two, and anyways your arrangement had ended long ago. You were free to date of fuck whichever guy you wanted to, he didn’t feel like he had a right to pry. 

Yet why did he feel a tinge of jealousy each time the thought would pop up in his head, like a nightmare haunting him at every given moment. The thought picked at him, a nasty feeling stirring in his abdomen tinged with shame. He was the one who’s decided to cut off all strings in the first place, strings that you'd both agreed to stray away from. Yet all he felt was guilt for the durations of the few months you’ve spent apart after the ‘break up’. 

“Was I driving too fast, officer? I didn’t even notice.” The flirtatious giggle broke Simon away from his daydream, and his eyes quickly adjusted to the new scene. You were no longer seated, belted in the comfort of your seat. Instead, your knees were planted firmly on your seat, digging into the leather. He noticed that you were standing far closer than you previously were in your seated position, your arms extended so you could rest your palms along the place where your windows would be. 

Fuck, all he wanted to do was to take you right there. Even if this really was the last time you’d see each other in a while or at all, he just wanted to feel you for a last time after so long spent without your warmth. It was shameful really, this was the first time you’d seen each other after the events of your silent heartbreak, yet all he wished for was to have his way with you on the warm leather backseats of your car. 

He couldn’t care less about the fact that you had a convertible, nobody even used this street. Nobody other than you of course, because you wouldn’t have been in this predicament if not. 

“You okay?” Simon recognized the fake tune of concern in your question as your palm made contact with the tactical vest upon his chest, resting on the right side of his torso. His eyes were firm and threatening once they reached yours, but you didn’t back down. You'd been with him once, he didn’t scare you as he did others. His resolve completely melted away the instant that you flashed him those down eyes that you knew he couldn’t resist. 

For a split second, Simon allowed his eyes to drift down onto you. If you were shamelessly and all the more not trying to hide the fact that you were flirting with him just to escape a fine, then he shouldn’t have to hide his wandering gaze anyway. Hardened brown iris rounded the corner, observing the way your dress stuck perfectly to your body. The way you were squeezing your arms to accentuate the low cut of that beautiful dress that you wore with pride. 

He mentally cursed himself as he felt the material of his cargos tightening under his growing erection, and he had no one else to blame but you. The way you were smiling at him in that coy manner made him want to have you sobbing and choking around his cock, eyes full of tears and mascara leaking down your cheeks. If anything, he wanted to ruin you before you arrived at your destination, and a nasty side of him wished you were actually off to see a guy. 

Suddenly, Simon jerked back once he felt the palm of your hand pawing at his erection. He’s taken by surprise at your boldness, not that you were shy with him before, it’s just been so long. He grunts in disapproval at the situation before moving further away from your car to try and stop himself from actually doing what he wishes to do to you. Because it’s not fair on you, you should be yelling at him to hurry up and fine you before leaving. Yell at him for stalling just to be in your presence when he made you feel like he didn’t want it before.  

Yet, Simon watched intently as you sat up further onto your knees, a hand reaching out for him once more. He allows your hand to hover over the gear on his tactical vest before succumbing to the weak pull to your way. He could have always fought back if he wanted to, pulled further away instead of leading himself right where you wanted him to be. No matter how burly or tatted he was on the outside, he submitted to you unlike the man that he was. 

“Cmon, how long has it been Si? Have you missed this? Just the two of us here, you don’t gotta hold it in.” The silence that Ghost held was broken once your hand dipped down to his pants once more, a hearty groan escaping his throat involuntary. Your hand went to the underside of his clothed crotch, caressing what you could, what he offered. 

Yet it wasn’t enough to satiate you, and the little devil resting on your shoulder whispered ungodly things to you. Officer Ghost was just so tall, it was like the world was on your side once you’d noticed that his waistline just happened to reach above the window line of your car. It helped that the vehicle was rather low, but it failed to help with the sultry thoughts brewing in your head. The thought of sucking off Ghost out here, from your car, sent heat rushing down your core. 

“Let me take care of you,” you muttered, your hand tightening around his hard, clothed cock. A shudder ran thick down Simon's back, and he didn’t need much contemplating to make up his mind. Rough gloved hands made contact with your jaw faster than you could comprehend, and next thing you knew, the pair of lips that you’d been reminiscing fell upon yours. He took pride in the way you had to tilt your head upwards to chase his lips. 

The kiss was soft at first, almost apologetic for everything that he’d put you through. Like he was apologising for having you fall for him, and most likely for leaving when you thought things were advancing between the two of you. When his apology went through, his left hand slid further down to the back of your neck. Like a switch had been pressed inside of him, the kiss grew rougher as you felt Simon’s tongue poking at your bottom lip. You didn’t falter, fighting for dominance despite knowing that he’d always overpower you. 

Your hands were far too busy trying to blindly understand the mechanism of his belt to worry about much else, before your fingers deciphered the mess of a buckle, pulling free the belt from his waist. Simon’s fingers grasped tightly at the tiny hairs littering your nape as he felt your hand slipping past his waistband, finally offering the pleasure he seeked as your warm palm made contact with his cock. 

Hell, you’d both missed this so much. It didn’t  matter if you were the one giving, you missed it just as much as he did. You couldn’t get very far before Simon pulled away from you, huge palm gripping at your wrist to pull your hand out of the confinement of his boxers. It disappointed you at first, pulling your hands back to yourself while watching him in puzzlement. He didn’t allow you to stay upset much longer as he pulled back just enough to pull his pants down far enough for everything that needs to be exposed, to be exposed. 

You nearly drooled at the sight of his heavy cock flushing against his clothed torso, where you knew hid a chiselled body unlike the other men you’d ever been with. He’s thick, but nothing you can’t take, with a thin land of hair at the base that he keeps nicely trimmed. Pulsing veins ran across his cock in the most mouth watering way you could ever imagine, and you just couldn’t wait to take him in your mouth. 

“You really think you’re ready? ‘Mean s’been a while now hasn’t it?” The smug smile that raised upon your lips was completely involuntary, though you enjoyed the fact that the cocky Simon that you loved was once more back. One hand gripped at the base of his cock as he dragged the heavy weight down, angling it towards your eager mouth. He’s a tease, always has been, and it didn’t matter that your torso was growing an indented line from the way you were bent over the side of your car, ass in the air and awaiting his cock patiently. 

His other hand moved to grab at your jaw, a delicious cocktail between the gentleness of his touch and roughness of his palm made you squeeze your thighs together. Simon tilted your head up, squeezing your cheeks together as he enjoyed the way your lips pucker. It’s cute, he thinks. He’d like to ruin your pretty little face. 

So he does just that, his feet moving on their own as he approaches you. He couldn’t care less that you’re transgressing the law by having public relations, he’s a cop yes, but inside he’s just a man. You wasted no time getting into action, pretty glossy lips wrapping softly around the tip of his cock. It’s flushed red and leaking precum that tastes funky on your tongue, but you’re so used to it by now that you’ve actually started to like it. 

Your tongue swiped along his slit in the way you knew Simon relishes, and by the way he tilted his head back with a groan, you knew it was no different this time. Your mouth worked him inch by inch, lubricating his cock slowly by slowly with your saliva. No inch went untouched. What you couldn’t reach, you tried to force down your throat. And what you still couldn’t received a kitten lick here and there, a swipe of your tongue each time you thought it got neglected. 

Simon's hand was now fully into your hair, a killer grip to it that had your scalp burning. Front and back, his hand guided your mouth back and forth on his dick at the speed he desired. You complied with no complaints. Taking him further down your throat, tongue running expertly down his veins as he shuddered once more. You got your hands in the business too, either gripping onto his shirt for stability or altering between the base of his cock and his balls. 

He's restless, the ball of his boots digging through the dirt beneath his feet. You could tell he was close by the way his groans grew in number by the second, and the grip he had of your hair hurt better than bad. The handsome officer before you had to ground a hand down onto your car to stabilise himself as you sucked the living shit out of him, another flick to his slit and he was off seeing the stars on a holiday in the galaxy. 

For a second, there was static, and then there was a voice. It rebounded into the distance, alongside the sloppy sounds of you sucking Simon’s cock like it was the last thing you were bound to do on earth. “-ost, you copy?” Again, the voice came back and Ghost could make out the harsh sound of his coworkers voice. 

He groaned in disgust, nothing like hearing the voice of the guy you work with while getting the sloppiest head by some chick you secretly fancy. A minute passed by before Ghost aggressively threw his hand at the talkie-walkie, unlatching it from the velcro with a loud crack. Simon swore to the god above that he nearly came as he looked down to the sight of your doe eyes looking at him expectedly through your mascara coated eyelashes. 

His hands tightened impossibly further in your hair as he motioned for you to continue sucking, which you did. 

“Ghost here, copy.” a curt and unbothered reply, all in the Ghost mannerism. 

His hand let go of your hair, instead claiming a spot upon your jaw. A big thumb caressed at your cheek, making the corners of your lips twist into a smile with your mouth full. You could feel him start to rock in your mouth slightly, trying to restrain himself from fucking your mouth roughly until your jaw stayed clamped shut. 

“We need you on lane 3, s’that possible?” static again, the voice came out muffled. He thought for a solid second, a moan escaping his throat thankfully before he could press on the button. 

“Give me a minute and I'm all yours,” his eyes shifted to yours throughout the sentence, making your cunt clench over nothing as you soaked your panties pathetically. Besides you, the talkie-walkie did a dramatic jump to the leather seat as Simon threw it. It rebounded and hit the floor instead, but nothing he’d care much about. 

You brought a hand up to cup the base of Simon’s cock in your hand as your mouth took a short break to ease your paining jaw, but before you could go back to work, he was completely pulled out of the warm comfort of your mouth. A trail of saliva connected you both in an unholy mix and he pulled away, his fingers clenching around your jaw. Your eyes never met his in the exchange, too busy relishing in the way his hard length looked and glistened coated in your saliva. Fuck, you really had a problem, you could’ve sworn you’d go crazy if Simon didn’t fuck you right then. 

“Get in the back, we don’t have much time.” he grumbled like you were the one asking for too much. If anything, the way his hard cock twitched at the disappearance of your touch made you think quite the opposite. Quickly hopping in the back and abandoning your place in the front seat, you watched as Simon made his way to the back door from outside.

He opened the door, eager to have you and ready for all until- 

“Woaaaaah, nobody’s getting in with their nasty ass shoes you hear me? Get them off, cmon” you pushed at his chest before he could even open the door, making Simon stop and stare at you dumbfounded. When he made no move to untie his boots and moved to open the door once more, you pushed harder against his chest, an eyebrow up to show that you weren’t fucking around. 

A defeated sigh left him as he bent down, undoing the double knots that he’d done that same morning. You smiled contentedly in success, moving away for him to have a seat so he’d be able to carefully slide his shoes off. You didn’t miss the grumbling from the grouchy middle aged man as he sat upon your seats, large hands working together to throw his boots off cleanly somewhere near. 

You took the time being to ready yourself, slipping a finger on each side of the waistband of your panties before pulling down. The cute, patterned garment pooled by your ankles before you could pry them off with your finger, tossing the pair safely in the cup holder by the door so you wouldn’t lose it. Or rather so it wouldn’t get stolen, god knows how many pairs you’d lost ever since your altercation with a certain bulky brit. 

You faced away from Simon, only aware of his approach once his shadow loomed over you. His hands gripped your hips in desperation, by surprise as it had you silently gasping. 

“Gotta prep you?” he muttered before pulling you flushed against him. You could feel the seam of his jeans by your lower thighs, meaning that he’d had the time to pull them further down, but high enough to pull back up in case anyone was to cross you both. A breathy whine left your throat as you felt him force a hand between the both of your bodies, hand grasping at the base of his cock to reposition himself. 

You pushed yourself impossibly back into his chest, the previous question had dissipated into the air as you felt your ability to talk had been ripped from you. He wasted no time manhandling you like he wished, your left hand grabbing onto the empty space of the open window as he pushed the tip of his hard cock through the entrance of your cunt. 

He assumed you didn’t need any prepping by the way you soaked his cock the second he made contact, but who was he to complain? Steadying himself, his left hand came to accompany yours across the window place, back flushed with his clothes torso, his gear digging into your flesh through the thin fabric of your dress. 

The mewl that escaped you as he repositioned himself was embarrassingly needy but you needed him now, no time to wait. Simon got the memo if anything, earning you some short thrusts that made him sink further and further into your heat with every push. Feeling weak already, your hand trembled under your own weight. 

He didn’t seem to mind it one bit, using his free hand to lace under you as he pushed against your chest, pulling you flushed against him once more. His strength was unmatched, he could keep himself up with only his knees for who knows how long, and you suspected that he’d worked in something more complex than the police squad for a while before switching. 

It didn’t matter anyways, what did was the feeling of Simon’s hard cock now buried to the hilt inside of you. His flushed tip kissed your cervix, a delicious pain that had tears springing to the corners of your eyes. If Simon had been less hurried he’d probably kiss them away, but Ghost felt the need to be selfish today. 

Slowly, the rhythm of his thrusts began picking up the pace as you felt the car rocking softly with the heavy weight of the muscular officer behind you. A hand scurrying down between your bodies, inching your dress further up your thighs so he could access whatever he wanted to, whenever he felt like it. 

“F-fuck Si, just like that,” you whined, urging him to pick up the pace. His hipbone slammed devilishly onto your ass and the noise reverberated around the empty space surrounding you both. Simon was sure that anyone around a couple of kilometres could hear you moaning like it was your last day on earth, but he just couldn’t get himself to do anything about it. The deserted area left him with some peace of mind. 

A sudden harsh thrust had you nearly doubling over, your hand tightening around the door as you shut your eyes closed. He pushed himself closer to your back, his head now stuffed in the crook of your neck as you drowned in the breathy groans that he was letting out. Your teeth found your bottom lip in a painful game of tug and war after Simon dropped a hand between your legs to tease at your clit. Circular motions had your vision clouding with pleasure, legs jelly under your own and Simon's weight. 

“Let go darlin’, I can tell you’re tryna hold back.” He accentuated with a sharp thrust, and this time you really couldn’t hold your own body up anymore. The backseat was cramped to the point where Simon's bulky ass frame nearly caused the both of you to be squeezed off, but the proximity was enjoyable after so much time spent apart. 

You felt a familiar coil knotting in your lower belly, and all it took was a couple more precise strokes from his veiny cock and a nibble to the sensitive underside of your neck for you to let go, white clouding your vision as you clenched tightly around him. The noise that the orgasm pulled out of you was so intense that you actually believed this time that people around a mile in range could’ve actually heard the echo. 

One of your hands darted away from the door to latch onto Simon's arm that was still busy keeping you upright, contorting the limb in some strange way despite the cramped setting. Your legs gave out with the trembling, blissful orgasm still working wonders on your recovering state. Simon didn’t waste any time working on his own now that he’d successfully satiated you. 

He allowed your body you give down, unwrapping his arm from under your torso so that your upper body rests flush against the leather seat. He pulled both hands back your hips to lift your ass up, meeting his own hips as the aggressive clash of flesh made a lustful sound that fed his cravings. His right hand dipped back down to rest above your head, but it wasn’t long before he was pushing you further into the seat. 

Simon was never really a rough lover, but at that moment something had snapped deep inside of him. He fucked you like he was afraid of never getting the chance to ever do it again. He fucked you like he believed he should’ve on that last day before he left for good. His knees were digging into leather seat so harshly that you were sure it was going to leave an indent for a day and a half, 

You sobbed at the overstimulating feeling of his cock repeatedly hitting the far spot inside your spent cunt over and over again, chasing the high that you’d just gotten over recently. Your tears fell upon the expensive leather of the sofa as your cries were muffled by his unrelenting pushing hand. 

You could tell he was close again when his hands left you to gently grasp at your hair, moving them to one side of your neck as he stabilised his weight by placing both hands besides your head. You remembered how handsy and ‘fidgety’ he got in some way when he was close to finishing. Then there were the few last hard thrusts that had you gripping onto the edge of the sofa for dear life, pumping your cunt full of his seed with an actual guttural moan that had you clenching all over again. 

You manoeuvred your body to shake your arms away from the position, biting onto your thumb to stop yourself from crying out loud with the way his short little thrusts were about to send you over the edge again. You didn’t think you could handle cuming once more without making an absolute mess of your car, further less if it was Ghost that made you finish. 

Even after his movements stabilised, you could still feel the warm sensation of his spent seeping out of you in excess, pussy full and satiated for as long as it needed to be. That was new, the whole fucking without a condom thing, let alone finishing inside of you. You couldn’t say you disliked the feeling. The sensation of his raw, meaty cock inside of you was something that you could sure as hell get used to. 

It felt like hours before Simon pulled out, arousal dribbling out of your tight cunt and down into your seat. You’d deal with the stains later, if anything you’d get the whole seat redone with that hard earned money that you’d made yourself while you were learning to get over the man that sat right beside you then. 

It was crazy to think of how much time it had taken you to actually get over Simon leaving, abandoning you after things had seemed to actually go somewhere between the two of you. You should’ve been ashamed of yourself for giving in without even trying to fight, maybe now he thought of you as some easy thing that he could always come back to once or twice a month when he felt desperate. You knew you should have more self respect but yet a part of you can’t seem to blame Simon for the way things had gone down between you two. 

Obviously you shouldn’t have gotten ahead of yourself and thought he’d reciprocate those feelings that you’d so unfortunately caught for him along the terms of your ‘no strings attached’ agreement. It wasn’t really his fault for following the terms that you’d both agreed to. Yet it hurt for a while to think that you’d fallen so hard for a man that you believed didn’t even see you further than for sex. 

You heard the sound of his fly before you could even see him buckling his belt back on. The part of you who’d always thought you’d meant a little more to him was desperately hurting, but nothing you’d allow Simon to see. After all, you'd initiated what happened on that day, to get out of a ticket or not, you had no one else to blame for the humiliation that you brought upon yourself. 

“Guess that’s settled then.” the blond muttered, typical awkwardness lacing his words. Your head turned at an embarrassingly fast pace when he’d even gotten to utter the first words. 

“What?” Your befuddled state had Simon deadpanning, before referring to the speed ticket like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You itched the back of your neck nervously as your gaze fell to your dress, still hiked disgracefully upon your hips. Your hands fell in a quick mess to gather yourself and redress, mentally using the excuse that it was just in case somebody was to fall upon you both.

Even if you couldn’t hide to yourself the fact that Simon’s blatant gaze made you feel a certain way that you knew you shouldn’t. 

“Duty calls, guess i gotta go,” with your eyes burning holes at your thighs you failed to notice the longing that clouded Simon’s iris at the administration. The silent apology for everything that he didn’t and couldn’t have given you in the past. An indescribable feeling of guilt shook his chest and he just couldn’t stand to be in the same vehicle that he’d just ruined you in for any longer. 

Despite the shameful fact that he’d kinda wished you’d beg for his presence a little longer, your silence pushed him to act. A fight or flight kind of situation, like he was running from his own feelings instead. Perhaps you’d never know how Simon truly felt about you, but you did know that it took him about a minute to fully leave the scene, the sound of his heavy motor dragging about a minute before disappearing from your sight. Simon left his aching heart in the backseat beside you. 

Riding 150km/h, you decided that maybe heading home would feel better than whatever destination was still etched on your map.  

-

KEEP YOUR MW3 SPOILERS TO YOURSELF‼️ im buying the game next week.

[isuckmorethanjustblood]

Alternatives to physical altars for witches and pagans who can’t practise openly:

If you don’t have the money or space for an altar or you live with someone who does not support your craft, there are a few altarnatives for you to consider:

A SMALL POCKET ALTAR INSIDE OF A MINT TIN

this could contain incense, prayer cards, a tea light, small crystals or some herbs

Pros:

- easy to hide and portable

- inconspicuous

- inexpensive

- simple to make

Cons:

- you can’t keep a lot of things in there

- you can’t really use it for offerings unless they are very small

- not very customisable

A DIGITAL ALTAR / GRIMOIRE

this could be in the form of a tumblr blog, a Pinterest board or a simple notes page

Pros:

- simple to make

- very customisable

- unlimited space

- easy to hide

- you can access it from anywhere

- you can get very creative with your spells and offerings

- useful for shadow work and divination, since you can document your progress

- very easy to navigate and organise

Cons:

- you can’t make physical offerings

- no physical spell work (like jars or candles)

A NOTEBOOK AS AN ALTAR

an analogue notebook that you can use like a mix of a journal / grimoire / altar

Pros:

- very versatile and customisable

- you can use it as an altar to place physical offerings on

- easily portable

- useful for a lot of different things

- great for small offerings (like pressed flowers and herbs, photos, drawings and poetry / prayer

- useful for shadow work and divination, since you can document your progress

- easy and cheap to make

- inconspicuous

Cons:

- no unlimited space, if you fill it up you need to buy a new one

- no offerings larger than the book

- difficult to navigate if you don’t have a good index system

- not great for physical spells like jars or candles

DIGITAL ALTAR IN VIDEO GAMES

this can be an altar space that you build in games like Minecraft or animal crossing

Pros:

- somewhat customisable

- very fun to build

- you can make offerings like Minecraft flowers or dressing your character up in clothes that remind you of your deity

- playing the game and putting energy into it can be an offering in itself

- unlimited space (depends of the game)

Cons:

- no physical offerings and very limited options for spells

- how much you can do depends a lot on the game

- good video games and consoles often cost money and are thus not accessible to everyone

- no (or very limited) options for writing down prayers and the like

- limited option for devotional acts

Whatever your altar space looks like and whether you even have one at all, remember that you are still valid and your gods love you and understand your situation.

[randomdragonfires]

part 2 to "moon song" ? just a short lil drabble of other people's reactions to what he did

like does he even alert anyone or just go about his day once the sun rises, only for the maids to discover the princess

Hello anon! Ah, I'm glad you liked Moon Song! I don't ever get asked about it, lmao, so it makes me feel nice❤️

Right, so I don't know if I have enough plot or detailing to write a fully fledged part 2, but I do have an idea as to how it'll go down after Aemond kills his wife.

I think Aemond will have a very Helaena-esque controlled breakdown that is a lot louder in his head than it is to the third person looking at him. He'd keep mumbling absent-minded words as he sees Luke again, with his voice haunting him.

Now look what you've done.

He holds his wife's corpse by her head and thinks for a flash about how soft the strands feel in his hands before rocking her body back and forth, thinking in his delusional mind that he's calming her down while picturing her last moments - but in truth, he's trying to calm himself too.

Aemond's signet ring was customised by Alicent as a child, commissioned specially for him with a textured band and the three-headed dragon on it. When he choked her to death, the textured band dug deep into her skin, almost like an angry red brand.

When the maids come in the morning, they are shocked and he does not say a single word. They call for the Queen, who comes rushing along with her father.

Alicent is naturally already thinking of the consequences - two of Rhaenyra's children, dead. One by Aemond's hand and the other while in his protection as his wedded wife. She lights a candle for them both as she wonders how her perfect boy hand ended up with his fate.

It is not until later - when she comes to say a final prayer for her before they wrap her up - does she notice the brand on her neck. She recognizes it immediately - after all, she oversaw the making of his ring herself.

She does not speak of it. She never sees him the same way ever again.

Aemond becomes more and more of a recluse inside the castle, and much of an unhinged bloodthirsty killer out on the field. Some of the servants say he keeps talking to himself, mumbling "YOU DID THIS" and "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Please..."

They all keep their distance.

Eventually, when he finally meets Alys Rivers, she promises to help heal the sickness of his mind and steer him to victory. Naturally, Aemond is desperate - so he falls into her orbit. The visions gradually cease, though not completely.

In his last moments, he hears her voice over and over, demanding that he pay with his life for hers.

And so, when his eye is stabbed through and he is killed? He does.

Will you ever forgive me?

[4denthusiast]

Lots of fantasy tropes get interpreted very differently in different settings, but I feel like this happens particularly much with the trope of dungeons, because there is no standard explanation for how they work that actually makes sense, so other authors are inspired to come up with their own takes. Some examples from media I've seen (possibly misremembered or misinterpreted):

This Used To Be About Dungeons: dungeons are a distinct magical phenomenon introduced into the world by the Editors (a group of somewhat incompetent litRPG-themed gods), possibly as a way to provide mortals with resources, or dissapate stray magic. If a party of up to 5 people enters one of the entrances spaced in a semi-regular grid throughout the world, a new mini-world (normally a series of rooms) is created until they leave. The monsters do not form a stable ecosystem because they are created ex nihilo along with the rest of the dungeon, and are only aggressive because the Editors made a mistake.

Mother of Learning: mana is generated deep underground, possibly by the heart of the dragon whose petrified body the entire planet is, and seeps up through a series of caves (the dragon's blood vessels). These caves have a higher mana concentration the deeper you go, supporting an ecosystem of increasingly dangerous and magical monsters, but also causing the formation of valuable crystallised mana deposits.

Worth the Candle: The Exclusionary Principle: kind of similar to TUTBAD (and by the same author), one of the many types of magic that exist in the setting is a spell whose effect is to create a dungeon. The caster can customise it to some extent, but it inevitably ends up with some mixture of danger and treasure.

Dungeon Meshi: I'm less sure I'm interpreting this one right, but as I understand it, there are two basic sources of energy for life: sunlight and mana. Sunlight of course is only available above ground, and mana can be created by living things in a self-sustaining loop, but also tends to drift away into the air if not contained, so this self-sustaining loop only works in enclosed spaces. There are therefore two distinct classes of ecosystems, sunlight-based ecosystems above ground, and mana-based ecosystems underground, whether that's in natural caves or artificially excavated areas.

Beer and Beards: kind of similar to Mother of Learning, areas where magic is naturally generated, but with a particular elemental flavour of magic in each location, so there are distinct dungeons each with unique properties. The one nearest where the story takes place has plant magic, and is therefore good for crops.

I'd be interested to hear if you know of more interesting takes from other media.

[printbrix]

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[dollhog]

Can you possibly expand on the type of alchemy/ sex magick? Such as potions or spells that directly help with putting on plot of weight? I’ve always wanted to get more info regarding spells or incantations that help with weight gain. Don’t worry I’m looking for reference for myself and personal use. Anyway I love your blog and thankful for any insight 🖤

Feedee weight gain ritual from a theistic Satanist and herbal alchemist. 200 lbs gained in 15 months

The response on my post regarding weight gain and witchcraft has been incredible! So here’s some information on how I’ve gone about my weight gain rituals in the past. Please be aware that this is not for the uninitiated, results will vary depending on your methods. At the end of the post, I provide names of the demonic divine and herbal correspondences best suited for this working. This is thoroughly intended for you to customise to your liking!

Cross small bones (chicken leg bones will work) and bind them together tightly with the red yarn. This is your doll’s skeleton. Wrap fabric around the outside of your doll, bind with red yarn while retaining the humanoid/cross shape. This does not need to look pretty, but it must roughly resemble a person in crucifixion pose. The bones symbolise your skeletal system, the yarn symbolises your nervous system, and the fabric symbolises skin and fat. Consecrate it with a drop of your blood. Take your chosen herbal mixture and mix with melted lard, pour this over your doll. Wrap and tie more fabric to the midsection of your doll overtop of the lard and herbs to “fatten” it.

Take a piece of paper, write your name and date of birth. Then the amount of weight you intend to gain over what period of time. And the sigil of whoever you’re working under. Burn the paper in a small dish. Add a herbal oil of your choosing to the ashes and dress your candle with the mixture. Dress your candle with saliva and cum. Drip the candle on your doll, then on the areas of your body you want to gain the most weight. This will sting, but it will not hurt nor leave a burn. Close the ritual and remove the wax from yourself. Sleep with the doll beside your bed.

In the coming days, repeat the process of dripping the lard and herbs, wrapping the doll and dripping the wax over you and it until you are satisfied with the doll’s “weight gain”. Leave offerings as curtesy to the demonic force aiding you every time you repeat the cycle. Hard liquor, tobacco/cigars, blood, nice chocolate, etc. Keep the doll in a place hidden from anything or anyone that could interfere. Dispose of it at the crossroads with a good offering when you have gained your desired amount of weight.

Some sex magick ingredients:

* Damiana

* Kava kava

* Radish

* Marshmallow root

* Chilli

* Rose

* Crowfoot

* Dried apple

* Basil

* Tuberose

* Nutmeg

* Blowball

* Ginseng

* Fig seeds

* Blood root

* Holly

* Coriander

* Dill

* Violet

* Jasmine

* Senna

* Cacao

* Endive

* Vanilla

* Peach

* Dried apricot

* Devil’s bone root

* Mint

* Mandrake

* Adam and Eve root

* Orange peel

* Savoury

* Devil’s bit

* Mugwort

* Brown sugar

* Daffodil

* Cherry bark

* Hibiscus

* Garlic

* Maple

* Caraway

* Ylang ylang

* Lemongrass

* Cardamom

* Chestnut

* Clove

* Spikenard

Lust and gluttony demons:

* Asmodeus

* Lilith

* Sytry

* Beelzebub

* Incubi/Succubi

This is obviously not for the uninitiated, if you don’t know how to contact a demon respectfully and you don’t know how to control, manipulate and transmute energy, it has high chance of going horribly wrong. If you insist on doing it regardless, at the very least do your own research.

[gamma-rae-bursts]

Persuasion

Pairing: Alex Blake x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight alcohol consumption ig

Genre: pure fluff

Word Count: 1800+

A/N: Last day of the bingo!! This fic covers the "flower petals" square. For the purpose of this fic Ethan is alive and well, Alex deserves to be happy. Absolutely UNEDITED. Enjoy!

It was going to be perfect; you had no doubts about it. 

You’ve spent weeks planning this evening, making sure everything would go according to the plan and it just so happened that the universe aligned itself with your plans. Alex didn’t get called away on another case, promising you she’d return home right when her workday was over. Ethan was spending the week with his dad, and although you’d love nothing more than having the little boy included in this special moment, knowing him well enough you were sure he wouldn’t be able to contain his excitement and keep the secret. He was 8 after all.

It was your day off at Georgetown. Most Fridays you opted to work from home as you didn’t teach any classes, but this time you took an extra precaution of actually booking the day off to make sure you didn’t get called in any meetings with your students.

The morning was reserved for a trip to the farmer’s market. You picked up a few ingredients necessary for the dinner you have planned. A few aubergines, butternut squash, asparagus and fresh strawberries, the rest could be found at home. You were walking down the busy alleys, the sun shining through the clouds filled the city with warmth unusual for this time of year, but you didn’t complain, stopping by another stand to pick out a gorgeous assortment of red, white and pink peonies, one of Alex’s favourite flowers. 

Strolling down the streets of Washington DC, you made a few more stops on your way home. 

You stopped by a frequented by you and Alex wine cellar, picking up a few bottles of Pinot Noir, after asking the seller countless number of times whether he’s absolutely certain that the wine will pair well with the dinner you have planned.

The last stop was Cartier, were you finally got to pick up the ring you customised a few weeks prior. The golden band was adorned with diamonds, a beautiful tear-shaped stone in the middle. It was pretty simple, classy for that matter, and in your opinion absolutely perfect for Alex.

You made your way back home, after unpacking the shopping you immediately got to work. You pulled out all the decorations you have stashed them deep inside your closet when Alex was away on cases, starting with setting the table, a white tablecloth covered the wooden furniture, flowing off of the edges just right. You put a set of golden candle holders in the middle, placing the candles in their corresponding spots. You attached a few strings of warm lights to the window curtains, hoping they would enhance the atmosphere of the evening. 

After that, you finally got to assembling the peony bouquets, taking out a few flowers to lay them on the table. The rest went into decorative vases you placed in the vicinity of the table, replacing previously given to you by your girlfriend irises. Although as a result of time (and your forgetfulness when it came to keeping flowers alive), the bouquets were rather dried out, you didn’t throw them away, but moved them to your bedroom. For an unknown to you reason Alex was adamant on keeping them until they were fully dry, then getting rid of them herself.

After the whole setup was finished, you started with preparing the main course: Butternut Squash Ravioli with Seared Chicken, handmaking the pasta that was to be filled with a butternut squash and ricotta filling, a recipe Rossi provided you with after your endless begging and pleading for it. When the raviolis were done (you did check with the Italian man whether the pasta was properly shaped), ready to be cooked right before the linguists planned arrival, you set them aside to start working on the dessert, cheesecake filled strawberries. You set those aside in the fridge and with a little time to spare you got to making the starter, an Aubergine Tartar. 

With all the food either ready or ready to be cooked when the time comes, you started on getting yourself ready. You took a quick shower, after which, feeling refreshed and ready, you got to putting your makeup on. You decided on a natural eyeshadow, enhanced by your eyeliner and red lipstick. The clothing of your choice was a little black dress, one of Alex’s favourites, one that hugged your curves perfectly in all the right places. You put on a pair of black heels, a pearl necklace and matching to it earrings. 

Looking at the time, you were certain the linguist might walk through the door any minute now, so you rushed to light up the candles and turn on the window lights, dimming all other lighting in the room. You put on Alex’s favourite playlist, one full of classics, setting the atmosphere perfect for what was about to come.

The last thing to be done was placing the ring in a case you prepared yourself. You opted for something more personalised than a simple box. You got one of Alex’s favourite novels, the one she would never admit is one of her favourites, Persuasion by Jane Austen. You carefully cut a heart shape through the pages up to page 148, where you highlighted the words “I”, “love” and “you” and hung the ring on a piece of ribbon so that it would sit amongst the highlighted text, although now thinking about it you were worried that you might give her a heart attack, so you made a mental note to reassure the brunette that her beloved copy is still safe and sound on her bookshelf. You decorated the book with a red ribbon, tying in in a perfect bow that sat right in the centre of the cover.

You placed the book on the table next to the couch, making it easy to reach when the moment for you to gift it to your hopefully soon-to-be fiancé would come. 

Just as you were done setting everything up you heard the familiar sound of clattering keys outside of your apartment. You quickly rushed away from the small table, heading towards the kitchen. Just as Alex entered the apartment you managed to open the wine you purchased earlier today and pour some for the two of you, leaving the glasses on the kitchen island.

“Welcome home.” you said heading towards the older woman. God was she ever so beautiful, you must admit you had a soft spot for all her suits, and despite the tiring workday behind her she still looked as stunning as ever. 

She softly smiled at you, taking her coat and shoes off before heading deeper into the apartment. You placed a gentle kiss on her cheek before taking her hand in yours

“Is there something I’m forgetting?” she questioned taking in the surroundings, the room was lit by the dimmed light coming from the fairy lights hung on the curtains, accompanied by the warm light of the candles. “I’m pretty sure our anniversary isn’t until February?”

“Can’t a girl treat her girlfriend to a nice dinner after a long day at work?” you replied with a sly smile, picking up the wine glasses and handing one to Alex.

“I guess she can.” The linguist replied, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Come, you relax and I’ll have the food plated.”

Alex did just as you asked, taking a seat at the table, you served the starter and took your seat as well. The two of you chatted over the food, Alex catching you up on all the recent cases as well as the typical BAU “drama”. You laughed together while you served her the main course, now definitely knowing you’ve fully exposed your cooking skills and there was no way back. 

“I have a feeling there is more to this than just an after-work dinner?” she asked with a smile plastered across her face.

“You’d be right about that my love.” You giggled as you stood up from your seat. “Seen right through me, wouldn’t expect any less from a profiler.” You added with a grin, walking towards the little table the novel was resting on. You took the book in your hands, heading back towards the linguist who was still sitting at the table. “I got you a little something,”

She took the book in her hands, carefully examining the cover, tracing her fingers over the indented feathers scattered across it. She gently untied the ribbon, taking in the beauty of the limited edition of the novel when she whispered “How did you find it?”

“I have my sources.” you replied with the utmost adoration for the woman sitting in front of you. “I think you should open it.”

Alex did just as you asked, her eyes widening at what was hidden inside. “I-… are you-“ She looked up from the book to see you down on one knee right in front of her. 

“Alex Blake, will you marry me?” 

“Oh my god.” she whispered, still not fully believing what was happening. “Yes, god yes!” she added, cupping your cheeks in her hands and placing one of the softest yet most passionate kisses on your lips. 

You giggled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her even closer to you. When you finally pulled away you could see her eyes glistening with tears of happiness, you untangled the ring from the ribbon that was holding it, sliding it onto her finger. 

She carefully wiped the stray tears that escaped her eyes, her face still painted with that beautiful smile of hers, when she spoke again. “Give me one moment.” Alex said before she ran off to your bedroom. 

The woman came back holding what looked like a glass vase filled with something you couldn’t quite recognise and a little black box. She walked up to you, setting the items on the table in front of you.

Looking up at you, she took one of your hands into her embrace. “I um… These are the petals from all the flowers we’ve ever gotten for each other, you’ve been always asking me why I’m so adamant on getting rid of them myself so I think it’s time to give you an answer now.” The older woman chuckled slightly as she kept explaining. “From our first date I knew I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I thought this will be a nice addition, the petals representing the whole length of our relationship being thrown down as we walk down the aisle.”

“Alex… I-“ it was time for you to start tearing up, the smile not leaving your face.

“Now I know you beat me to it,” she whispered, picking up the small black box off the table “But will you marry me?” 

The tears were now freely falling down your cheeks as you looked in her beautiful hazel eyes. “God, you know I will!” 

It was now Alex’s turn to slide the ring onto your finger. Although this wasn’t exactly the turn of events you expected you couldn’t be happier. You get to spend the rest of your life with her by your side after all.

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[seynne]

Am I anormal or is it normal to want to have your own part of the house dedicated to your hobbies - especially if coincidentally it's also your home office ?

Like I've got a lot of goodies accumulated in a lifetime (lots of Lion King Scar toys from when I was a kid etc), I've got an... Insane number of Emperor stuff (the two signed arts, one of which I don't dare show because I KNOW it's going to sound silly, the Empy candle, the mindflayer figurine my husband then modified and painted for me, and this one Empy-Aragorn picture I made printed on a sheet on the wall), a lot of Funko Pop including customised, an Eevee lamp my best friend offered me, some wooden snails, a 3D printed Garr from Breath of Fire 3, etc...

But this is also my home office, so where I'm working and being the sole breadwinner of the house since February/January.

So yeah. I'm feeling a bit stupid because my husband made fun of me yesterday in front of my nephew and niece (18-15 yo) and well, my niece really doesn't get it and I feel a bit stupid.

Am I an obsessive idiot or what? I feel like a weirdo, and somehow I keep digging my grave there

By the way - my office is also where our five cats have their litter, so it's not as if it was a sacred shrine either...

Should I grow up or something ? :/

[rainbowangel110]

so is there like character customisation in sky or what

There is! You can buy them from spirits, which are in game currency which are Candles (collect wax from normal red candles) and Season Candles (collection by daily quests and orange candles (normally four around that days realm)