A bottle to promote harmony and love in a relationship.
Salt for a fresh, clean foundation
Lavender for a calm love
Passion Flower to inspire harmony and friendship between both partners
Rosemary to inspire both partners to keep a youthful outlook on love and the relationship
Cumin to inspire fidelity
Ginger to keep passion for one another
Basil to remind each other to forgive and communicate
Sage/ Sandalwood to promote manifestation of wishes both partners have for the future, each other and their relationship
Mint to remind both partners to keep things fresh and be inspired to try new things and have fun
Marjoram to strengthen love between both partners
I had a rather large heart bottle waiting to be used, so I decided to make a bottle to remind me and my partner of some important parts of our relationship. The idea with this bottle is to put it somewhere visible. Every time you or your partner sees the bottle, they’ll be reminded of what it stands for. It’s meant to embody key points of a good relationship.
Because it’s such a large bottle, there are quite a few ingredients in this one. You could certainly trim the list down! Added to that, mine contains a lot of lavender compared to other ingredients. I was trying to fill space! I also added magenta and red glitter to catch my eye and be a little more visually stimulating. For those adding glitter, a combination of big glitter and fine glitter works best. The fine glitter dusts the glass and it looks more obvious in person.
I also personally added a taglock from both myself and my partner. I certainly don’t think it’s required, and I don’t often used taglocks, but I felt moved to use it in this particular bottle.
I used both loose sage and a sandalwood oil for the purpose of manifesting wishes for the relationship. My partner and I often dream of going places or how our future will be, so I decided two different ingredients were appropriate for the one purpose that has a lot of meaning in our relationship. Be careful with the oil. Use only a drop or so if you can help it. It will clump up some of the herbs and can make the whole thing less visually appealing (if you’re going for the look as much as the intention).
If you make your own version of this, or have any thoughts on it, I’d love to hear what you guys think!
I’ve been wanting to make this pendant for about a year now. When I received the gorgeous vintage handmade roses they took my breath away. Over time the metal has oxidised to a very subtle rainbow of colours. I’ve lightly dusted the rose with holographic dust to catch the eye as it moves around. For durability I mounted the rose in a tiny serrated teeth funnel and added a curved tubing as the stem. I had two tiny stamped leaf shape brass charms with raised dimples for more texture. Finally I used a three strand wire for the leaves so I could use one wire strand as tendrils. All are mounted to the solid brass bead “vase”. Available in my Etsy store here. US$79 plus $7 postage.
by: mldrgrl Rated: PG Summary: Written for @leiascully‘s “Lists” challenge
Scully sat at the table in her kitchen, tapping the top of her pen against the blank yellow legal pad of paper in front of her. She had sat down with a cup of tea, intending to prepare a list of pros and cons to the proposition Mulder had given her, but so far, the paper was still blank and the tea had gone cold and untouched. She sighed and clicked on her pen, putting the ballpoint to the page. Finally, she wrote a header.
Should Muld we become lovers?
Even writing it down made her cheeks burn. She dropped the pen and got up from the table, swiping the tepid mug of tea up and taking it to the sink. She ran cold water from the tap and wet her hands before bringing them up to her cheeks. A dishrag lay crumbled on the counter and she took it up to dry her hands.
At the back of one of her cupboards was a bottle of whiskey. She could never remember why it was there or who it belonged to, but it had been in her cupboard for years, nearly full and collecting dust. There were no shot glasses on hand, so she poured an estimate of a shot into a mug and took that back to the table and sat back down.
She was only able to down about half the whiskey she poured, which was followed by a few moments of coughing and sputtering. She wiped her watering eyes with the back of her hand and picked up the pen again. Already, her limbs felt warm and loose.
I think it’s against the rules
They would use it against us
Would the work suffer?
Could he give me what I want?
What do I want?
We could hurt each other
We can not go back
That was as far as she got before she put the pen down and licked her lips. The taste of the whiskey was still sharp on her tongue. She tapped her pen again until there was a knock on her door and her shoulders jerked in surprise. It was after ten and she was in her pajamas and a robe, not dressed for visitors, but who else would knock on her door at ten o’clock on a Thursday night but Mulder?
Lethargically, Scully went to open the door. Her senses were a bit dulled from the alcohol and her fingers slipped on the chain latch.
“Hey,” Mulder said, slipping past her once she’d gotten the door open. He was still in the suit she’d left him in at the office, only his tie was loose and he had his hands shoved into the pockets of his trench coat.
“Hey,” Scully said, shuffling away from him to go back to the table.
“I thought we could talk.”
“I know it’s late, but I thought maybe our conversation got a little out of hand today at work and…we should talk.”
“You told me it was my decision to make,” she said, chair creaking as she sat down. “That the ball was in my court.”
“I know,” he said, taking a seat across from her and taking his hands out of his pockets to fold them on the table. “Maybe I was wrong.”
“About it being your decision alone.” He glanced down at the legal pad on the table and Scully held her breath, but didn’t move. Two fingers went to the top of the pad and he slid it closer to him and turned it around. “Seems like I got here just in time.”
She didn’t say anything as she watched his eyes dart across the page. He glanced up at her and then over at the mug. She followed his gaze and licked the corner of her mouth as he picked up the mug and gave it a little sniff.
“Liquid courage?” he asked.
“You can have the rest,” she said.
“No, thanks.” He put the mug back down and then picked up her pen. “It’s not against the rules, by the way,” he said, drawing a line through number one on her list. “Unless I was your superior.”
“How many times have you reminded me that you’re the head of the x-files division and I just work there?”
Mulder’s eyes went wide for a moment and his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. He took the mug back up and downed the rest of the whiskey with a slight hiss.
“You’re my partner,” he said, scratching another line across number one. “End of story.”
“When it’s convenient,” she said, calmly lacing her fingers together in her lap. She could feel a fight brewing, but Mulder was focusing all his attention on her list.
“They use us against each other all the time, Scully. They already know I would go to the ends of the earth for you, I kind of literally, already did. And you, you once willingly got yourself held in contempt of congress by refusing to give them my whereabouts.”
“I didn’t even know your whereabouts,” she argued.
“They didn’t know that.” He crossed out number two as well.
“Are you going to do this for every item?”
“You bet. Would the work suffer? Is that a joke?”
“How do you know it wouldn’t?”
“Because, I know. It never has before.”
“Hold on,” she said, reaching across the table and putting her hand over his as he went to cross it out. “That’s not true, Mulder.”
“So, we’ve had a few rough patches. We always get through it.”
“What if there’s more at stake?”
“Now you’re skipping ahead to number six.”
“So what if I am? They don’t have to be mutually exclusive. I mean it, Mulder. If I disagree with you about one of your theories, what’s going to stop you from blaming it on a lover’s quarrel we had the night before?”
“What was the lover’s quarrel about?”
Scully took her hand from his wrist and sat back with a sigh. “They’re legitimate concerns. Don’t belittle them or dismiss them so easily.”
The pen hovered over the list in Mulder’s hand and then he set it down. “What do you want?” he asked. “What do you want that I might not be able to give you? Because, I’ll tell you right now, I would give you anything.”
“Even time to figure it out?”
“If time is what you need.”
“It might be.”
“You know what I don’t see on this list?”
“Whether or not you want me.”
“That’s not something I have to question.”
Mulder got up and went around the table to her side where he knelt down at the side of her chair. She sighed as he turned her chair towards him and then put his hands on her knees. He looked up at her with a puppy dog gaze until she sighed again and put her hands over his.
“I just think it’s time for us, Scully,” he said. “I’ve been fighting it for so long and I don’t want to do it anymore.”
“And you know I have to think about everything. It’s what I do.”
Mulder nodded and then he pulled one hand from hers and put it on the back of her neck. He stretched his neck up and tipped his head while bringing her face closer to his.
“Mulder,” she whispered.
“Shh,” he breathed against her mouth. “I’m giving you something to think about.”
Her eyes drooped half-closed as his lips brushed hers. She felt a rush of heat move up her body and a coil of desire move down through her abdomen. A tiny whimper escaped from the back of her throat as he deepened the kiss and brought his arm around her waist. She had just let her eyes fall completely shut when he pulled away, rubbing the back of her neck with his thumb as he moved back.
“Dammit, Mulder,” she whispered.
“Take all the time you need,” he said, slowly letting go of her and getting to his feet. “See you tomorrow?”
He walked over to the door to let himself out while Scully sat quivering in her seat. “Have fun with that list,” he said as he walked out the door.
She sat looking at the closed door for a long time before she turned back to table and pulled her list back from where Mulder had left it. She picked up the pen and licked her lips. The taste of whiskey from Mulder’s tongue was in her mouth.
Alex learning how to help Kara deal with everything being so MUCH on Earth- how to ground her when she's overwhelmed, stuff like that. (Your writing of Kara is amazing btw)
part one (alex will be in part two sry)
it’s not that she’s scared of loud noises or that she can’t deal with them, that’s not it at all. she fights aliens with guns that sound like cannons and when she punches through the air, the boom makes her ears ring for a second. so, no, loud noises don’t upset her.
except when they’re unexpected.
at catco, people don’t yell. they certainly don’t yell at kara. except miss grant, but kara expects that. and, of course, during heated meetings but again, that’s to be expected.
so at ten to ten on a tuesday morning, kara doesn’t expect to have men shouting at one another in the small space in front of her desk, or for one of them to turn on her and yell with such force that his face is turning an unnatural puce.
she watches spittle hit her desk like it’s in slow motion, and falls back, in the face of the unfamiliar, on anything that all that is familiar.
“how can i help you?” she asks, voice bright and sweet and, she knows, the perfect customer service voice.
“you can get cat from whatever fucking den she’s crawled into and get her here,” he yells and kara knows that she’s in a meeting with her legal team downtown so that’s not possible. “ask her why she thinks she can afford to cut us, if she thinks she’s gonna be worth shit without me,”
“miss grant isn’t available at the moment,” she tells him firmly, because that’s the unofficial rule one of the office: cat doesn’t come when she’s called. she certainly doesn’t come when a puce faced man yells about losing the job he barely even worked for. “i can make an appointment for you,” she offers, and she jumps when he slams his hand down on the top of her desk and scatters her things.
“get her here. now.”
“i’ll make a call,” kara tells him, and buzzes through to security. “hi sean, can you send a team up to miss grant’s office?” the puce faced mans face twists and now, she thinks a little dazedly, he looks a bit like a prune, and he grabs the vase off her desk and smashes it into the glass door of cats office.
it’s loud - so loud - and kara thinks he’s going to stop there but the glass door didn’t smash, just the vase, and he grabs her telephone next and throws that too and kara jumps to her feet, backs away. cat never instructed her what to do in a moment like this: it’s work and he’s human, and when kara cuts out any response that might be to stop him, she isn’t left with very concrete responses.
but then he throws her paper clip bowl and that’s what makes the door shatter. three strikes, and the whole thing spiderwebs and then bursts and it’s so loud, seemingly endless, glass tinkling down like a waterfall.
james bursts out of the stairwell, stops dead when he sees the destruction, and then when he sees kara standing frozen he starts up again and grabs the man by the back of his shirt and slams him into a chair.
“kara, you okay?” james looks worried and she nods, turns, and walks into cat’s office and out onto the balcony. she waits, head lifted toward the sun. she doesn’t have to wait long - james stays to talk to security and then he quickly follows her.
“hey,” he murmurs and she shakes her hands out before turning to him. when she gets like this, alex has almost always been with her. or she’s been at home at least. and what she needs is to hug someone familiar, be somewhere familiar, and she steps toward him and hopes that he won’t turn her away because she’s about three seconds away from shutting down completely and, and she doesn’t, she doesn’t know what she would do if she shut down here at work. cry, probably, and end up getting fired when cat sees.
the fear must show on her face because james’s forehead crinkles and he steps close. “what’s wrong? did you lose your powers, did you get hurt?” he runs his fingers over her hands and wrists and then cups her face, drags his thumbs over her cheeks and wipes the glass dust on his jeans. he plucks a few larger pieces from her hair and kara squeezes her eyes shut and leans slowly, slowly, gently, forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder.
she keeps very still, a small part hoping he won’t push her away, but most of her wrapped up in hitting all the notes of familiarity she needs. his shirt is soft, he smells like james like sweat and ink and some sharp undertone of chemical she knows he uses for his home photo developing. he is warm and tall and - he lays a hand on her back, right between her shoulder blades and rubs carefully, and kara lets out a long shuddering breath.
“kara,” he murmurs, and she shakes her head a little. not yet. she’s not ready yet.
they stand there like that until james’s starts shifting, feet aching, and then kara pulls away. she still feels unsteady and her hands twist and she tugs at her fingers and james looks like he wants to pull her back to give her that little bit of comfort again but he obviously hears what kara hears, only a moment later, and lowers his hands.
“kiera…and my art director whom i pay exorbitant amounts of money to work not comfort.” cat tosses her handbag down on her couch, props her hands on her hips and glares at the door shattered on the floor like its destruction was its own fault and she expected better. “kiera, get someone in to take away the rest of the glass and replace it with that bulletproof version that doesn’t shatter no matter what you do to it. i want one with a supergirl guarantee.”
“a supergirl guarantee?” james asks, because kara doesn’t.
“that even she can’t break.”
“i don’t think that exists,” he points out, and cat shrugs.
“that’s kiera’s problem. what is kiera’s problem?”
“oh.” james frowns gently, not quite a glare because one doesn’t really glare at cat without fearing for ones job. but kars doesn’t mind - cat’s not being mean, not really. she can tell because cat takes a half step toward her before twisting back and away like she’s just stretching a little. “she was there when he broke your door, it was kind of upsetting.”
“she got scared?” cat translates, looking surprised. she narrows her eyes at kara and she can’t help it, her hands start to shake again and this is where the unexpected starts to unfurl: the loud noises had only been the start of it, now kara has no idea what is going to happen. she tries to calm herself and say that no matter what does happen, alex will be there for her and eliza and she’s had plenty of job offers, but that route of thinking doesn’t soothe and she thinks instead of her blanket at home and the hole she’s rubbed into the corner and the weird knitted pattern that resulted in strange knots at even spacing that she can roll between her fingers and,
“is the balcony helping?” cat asks her, and kara is surprised enough to meet her eyes. she nods. “stay there then. james, get some work and come back. i don’t pay you to stand around looking handsome.” he hesitates and cat arches an annoyed brow. “go, go.”
“i’ll be right back,” james promises her, and gives her hand a squeeze, and kara focuses on other points.
the colour of scotch directly across from her, cats heels tapping on the floor, the cushion cat pushes into her hands.
“i have issues with physical contact otherwise i would hug you myself,” cat tells her, then crinkles her nose. “well, maybe i wouldn’t,” she admits, and kara grins and huffs a small laugh. “do you need anything?”
kara shakes her head no. she’s pretty well versed in self soothing, and cat handed her a cushion with little bumps that she can run her fingers over. she’s good.
“hmm. even i won’t make you sit at a desk strewn with glass. you can leave early. make up for it by staying to midnight tomorrow, i have a call with australia i anticipate will take at least that long.” kara nods. cat looks her over. “you know, i’m surprised. after several past employees trying to kill me, i thought you were used to it.”
kara pulls out her phone and cat lets her, not commenting on the lack of reply. then her computer beeps a little and cat checks her daily calendar. she lets out a short, surprised laugh and folds her hand under her chin to press her mouth closed. her lips still curl upward though and she looks amused over at kara.
“ten am, get attacked by incompetent man. thank you for the alert, kiera.”
a universe where everyone has a soul mate, but there are multiple
ways of finding them. There are simpler, more common ways, like a red thread, or a tattoo of their name, and then there are more difficult ones.
If anyone cares, I stole most of these from THIS PERSON. …I love soulmate AUs. I might write some of these out properly…maybe.
If anyone piggybacks off of these, let me know? I wanna read it!
Rated M because of Zen. Thanks, Zen. You’re too sexy, Zen. Stop it, Zen. You ruin everything, Zen.
Also, spoilers if you haven’t played their routes.
i dead been trying to figure out how to do transparent/glass objects for like 2 months now and i can’t. like i’ll try for 2 mins and nothing works and then i give up again until another 2 weeks or so.
the alpha is so confusing to me like idk how to make it look like how it’s suppose to. and everyone i’ve asked doesn’t know either though. who knows how to make glass/transparent objectssssss?? if you do i’d love you forever if you can lend a handddddd or maybe some advice pleaseee and thanksss.
This just appeared on my twitter but Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!! MY TINY BABIES IN A CAFE EVENT!!! It’s going on from February 9th - April 9th at Anime Plaza… Aaahhhh I love it all so much -crying- So many fave babies… Yumikage’s pancakes where he’s screaming Tsurugi’s name on them… and Junichirou’s parfait with the choco dusted glasses aaahhhh
Hot afternoon sun melting into a warm wet evening, an onslaught of summer storm rushing the visitors under the circus-like drinks tent, moderate crowds sitting on folding benches in a relaxed yet loud chatter, warm colorful chains of light criscrossing over the whole disaffected stadium, rhythmic background music flowing from everywhere… a new edition of the Zurich street food festival is about to end. Shiny oldtimer trucks opened up to display their entrails of steaming kitchenware, mouth-watering smoke from griling meat on wooden sticks by the fire, blackberries and ice cream chopped vigorously on a misty freezing plate, golden swirls of paprika dusted crunchy potatos in a glass cage, stinky strings of melted cheese coming from greyish buckwheat pasta and in between, a good Brooklyn IPA, not the Scorcher the name pretends to be, yet light and tasty still.