has escaped

The Other Side

Jasper has somehow escaped, using a mysterious portal to go back to Homeworld and alert Yellow Diamond. But when the Gems enter the portal to try to stop Jasper, they instead find themselves on a very different Earth. Amethyst asks a local where they are, only to be strangely complimented for the quality of her “cosplay.” Pearl and Garnet deduce that they’ve landed in some sort of alternate reality and they’ll need to work fast to stop Jasper. They go inside a building to look for help, only to stumble upon a convention of people dressed like the Crystal Gems. Is there any way out of this world of costumes, merch and Q&A panels?

fireyfobbitmedicine  asked:

Group chat between Dio and his kids

sadfasd i’m not taking requests now But i’ll make an exception with yours bc i like the fact that If you line all the group chat things i’ve made (zeppelis - joestars - villains - sbr) you can see how dio has slowly taken over and i think that’s beautiful

i love the idea of the joestars having to escape from their fans in the same way that Dio has to escape from his illegitimate children

–and to add a contribution to part 5 and the collective desire to have it confirmed


Vodka: When I want to come out of my shell and tell people I know the stories of how I miss you.


Cocaine: When I want to meet strangers and all I seem to do is talk about you.


Whiskey: When I sit alone and think about how sad it makes me that we aren’t together.


The jasmine garden: When I want to remember your scent that has escaped my pillow.


Cigarettes: When I want to feel you in my lungs and watch you disappear into smoke.


Poetry: When I want to write to you, despite knowing you shall never read the words.

—  Navin E. (my ingredients)
Straight? I think not.

Warning: Smut
Length: 2.6k

Summary:
Dan brags that his blowjobs could turn any guy gay. Unfortunately for him, his friends put this to the test and lock him in a closet…

“My blowjobs are so good, they’d probably turn a straight guy gay!”

That was the comment I had made during gym. It was also the reason I was currently locked in a locker room closet with Phil Lester. Who was, by the way, the school’s straightest heartthrob, and my least favourite classmate. I really needed better friends.

“So you’re telling me that Chris and your other groupies pushed me into this closet so that you could blow me?!”

I winced at Phil’s shrill screech. “If you could not shriek at me, that’d be great. I happen to like my hearing.” I mumbled from my place on the closet floor. “Look, they aren’t going to let us out until we do it, so can we just get it over with so that I can rush home and wash out my mouth?”

He flattened himself to the wall, wide-eyed. “No!”

“What other ideas do you have to get out of here, then?”

“I…” He stopped, a perplexed look overtaking his frantic one. “Are they really not going to unlock the door? Even if we wait?”

“Last month I claimed that I could eat anything. They trapped me inside of my bathroom with a platter of raw worms and crickets, everything completely drenched in hot sauce. I waited for three hours, but they didn’t let me out until I’d licked the plate clean.”

He tried to recoil further, but he was already up against the wall. “You’re not making me want your mouth all over me, Howell. That’s disgusting!”

“You’re telling me!” I groaned, getting pretty tired of fighting. “Just let me take control, and it’ll be over before you know it.”

He clenched his eyes shut, staying silent for several minutes before stepping away from the wall tentatively. “Fine… But you can’t tell everyone about this.” He muttered, watching me warily.

“Noted.” I sighed, closing my eyes and forcing myself into my sexual headspace. Then I reopened them, taking in Phil’s frame. He has nice curves, I decided, licking my lips instinctively as my gaze roamed over his hips. Good legs, too.

I crawled towards him on my hands and knees. He let out a startled squeak as my hands found his hips, pushing them back against the wall. His scent filled my nose, musky and slightly sweaty due to the gym class last period. It was exciting, causing heat to spiral down and in between my legs.

Whining softly, I glided my hands up and down his sides and over his chest, trying to feel every part of him I could reach. Then I pressed my nose to the front of his jeans in search of more of his smell. Phil jumped, gasping harshly when I nuzzled his half-hard length through his clothes.

“Do you want me to do it, or you?” I murmured, playing with the waistband of his jeans. Phil gaped at me, his mouth opening and closing but no sound escaping. Trailing my fingers daintily across his stomach, I leaned against his thigh to look up at him as innocently as I could. “I don’t mind doing it for you.”

“I-I… Um… Sure?” He squeaked. My fingers hooked into his belt loops, pulling them down and searching each bit of newly exposed skin as they slid down his thighs, pooling at his ankles. He kicked them off, glancing my way as if I was going to attack him once he was done. I simply pressed him back against the wall again.

He hissed as his bare legs met the wall, pressing up against my firm grip. “It’s cold!”

“You’ll warm up quickly, don’t you worry,” I chuckled. I focused my gaze on the outline of his semi through his boxers, which clung tightly to his thighs. Below the dark material was a seemingly endless supply of pale, unmarked skin. I decided that a slow buildup would be the best approach.

I pressed open mouthed kisses to the inside of his thighs to test his limits, tasting his skin with my tongue. Phil took a sharp intake of breath, trembling with the strain of keeping himself still. I moved slowly up from his knees to the top of his thighs. Then I took a quick detour to explore his hips, unable to resist digging my teeth into the taut skin there.

“Did you just bite me?” He stared down at me as I traced the blossoming mark with my finger.

“Mmhmm…” I decided that the dark bruises looked nice on his pale skin, so I tugged at the fabric of his boxers. “May I?”

He closed his eyes and nodded, his breathing getting heavier as I removed the last bit of clothing between my mouth and him. Then I moved to decorate the skin with more marks. Each time I bit down, a soft “ha” escaped from his lips.

“H-how am I-ha-going t-to explain these marks tomorrow?” He managed, squirming under my grip. A smirk tugged at my lips as I surveyed my work, pleased that the bruises were scattered both above and below where his gym shorts would be as well as along his v-line.

“Guess you’ll get to tell everyone that you snagged a hot boy…” I snickered quietly as Phil let out an indignant squeak and slapped my arm. “What? I’m hot, admit it!”

“You wish!” He scoffed, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he avoided my eyes. Interesting. I trailed a finger over the various bruises, before rubbing his base teasingly.

“Dan!” He hissed, curling his fingers into fists against the wall as my hand ran up and down his length. I leaned forwards, carefully, and flicked my tongue out to taste the bead of precum gathering at his tip.

Phil keened, bucking his hips forwards suddenly so that my tongue slid along the bottom of his length. As soon as he’d realized what he’d done though, he flushed red and leaned back against the wall.

I just chuckled and used my hands to steady him before wrapping my lips around his tip. I couldn’t help but mewl as the salty flavour spread across my tongue, but it was nothing compared to the loud whimper Phil emitted.

“D-Dan… Stop teasing…” He managed, struggling against where I was holding him from pressing forwards. I pulled off, doing the opposite of what he had asked. Instead, I pressed wet kisses along the side of his length. “Howell!” He spluttered uselessly.

Giggling, I glanced up to his incredibly red face. “Something wrong?” I purred. He just glared down at me, his fingers twitching like he wanted to just grab my head and make me obey him. Heat swirled low in my stomach at the thought.

“You are such a tease.” Phil muttered, and I couldn’t help but notice how much lower and more gravelly his voice had gone. Swallowing roughly, I tried to stay on top of the rushing images in my head.

“I just know how to get you all worked up,” I winked. He spluttered again, beginning to growl something about how annoyingly cocky I was. I cut him off by suddenly lurching forwards and taking him into my mouth.

He swore, loudly, and his hands flew forwards to tangle in my hair. Blunt fingernails scraped my scalp as his fingers curled to grip my brown locks, tugging my mouth forwards. His hips jerked a bit as a moan pushed its way up my throat.

We both paused for breath. Phil panted heavily above me, while I forced myself to breathe through my nose. When I finally glanced up to his face, I couldn’t help the choked whine that escaped.

His head had fallen to the side, bright crimson cheeks underlining his darkened blue eyes as they locked with mine. I was slightly aware of my hands falling from his hips. He must have suddenly realized that I was breathing quite heavily through my nose, because he tugged my hair until I moved my mouth off of him.

I gasped for breath, aware that Phil hadn’t let go of his grip on my curls. If anything, he seemed to have tightened it, as if he was afraid I’d run away.

“J-Jesus, Phil…” I managed, lust and want rushing through my veins. He seemed to decide that I wasn’t mad at him, removing his hands to unbutton his shirt. I watched him quizzically.

“Hot in here,” He stated gruffly, pushing the material off of his shoulders and cautiously pushing his fingers back through my curls. “Is this okay?”

“Mmh…” I mumbled, leaning up into the touch. My jeans felt tight and uncomfortable, and now that he mentioned it, hot and sweaty. “I wanna strip too.”

“Are you asking for permission?”

“Yeah, can I?” He nodded, releasing my hair again so that I could shuffle away a few steps. I made quick work of my shirt, fumbling a bit with my belt before finally kicking off my jeans, leaving my underwear on.

Instantly I scrambled forwards to take him into my mouth again, moaning when he bumped the back of my throat. I was vaguely aware of Phil murmuring praise, each quiet word shooting down my spine to join the jumble of arousal filling my lower body. He slid in and out of my mouth slowly as I relaxed my jaw.

“So pretty like this,” He murmured, tugging my hair to guide me forwards again. I took advantage of his newly exposed skin, using my hands to explore his chest and sides as he controlled the movement of my head.

“Wanna touch myself…” I whined, increasingly aware of the pressure on my length. Phil tutted, glancing down at where I was shifting against the hard tile floor. Immediately I stopped and blushed.

“No, want to see you come untouched like the slut you are.”

My hips jerked at the unexpected command, but I managed to pull myself together with a strangled sounding whine. Phil hummed approvingly. Pulling my hair back, I felt him push in deeper at the new angle, until I was deepthroating his length with my nose pressed against his base. The same musky smell from before filled my nose, and I moaned appreciatively as he pulled back out and repeated the motion.

“Gonna come just from me using your mouth, yeah? Only I get to use you like this?” His voice was a low growl, possessively commanding my thoughts.

“Yes! Please… Use me, I’m… your… toy!” I begged in between thrusts, climbing towards my climax much faster now that he was saying such things like that. Phil huffed out a laugh, clearly amused by how effectively he’d managed to take control.

“Good boy,” He murmured gently, holding my head still as his tip repeatedly hit the back of my throat. It was weird, the way he effortlessly switched from commands and degradation to soft praising whispers, but it seemed that my body reacted strongly to pretty much any talk during such intimate moments.

His heavy breathing brought my eyes back to his face. “I-I’m-” He gasped suddenly, breaking off his sentence and pulling me harshly forwards as he fell over the edge. Hot liquid streaked over my tongue and down my throat, Phil’s breathless moans and praise filling my ears.

Then I was coming suddenly, pleasure spiking in my body as my orgasm racked through me. Mine was much quieter than his, considering that I had a slowly softening length filling my mouth, the last bit of his come disappearing down my throat as I swallowed around my noises.

He pushed my lips off of him wearily as he came down from his high, slumping against the wall and sliding down to sit in front of me. I squirmed in my soiled underwear, not quite sure whether to go to him or not. Thankfully, Phil decided for me by motioning me forwards and allowing me to collapse against his chest.

“Did you actually come from that?” He murmured, pressing his heated palm to my sensitive scalp. I pressed up into the touch.

“Mmh.. maybe…” My voice was raspy, almost hoarse. I blushed as he chuckled. He stayed quiet for a few more minutes, brushing his fingers delicately over my abused curls. Then he turned to look at me with a gentle smile.

“Shower?”

“Please,” I mumbled, a bit embarrassed. He stood and went to the back of the closet, rummaging through a bin of towels while I took the chance to admire his body from behind. Turning, he offered me one to wrap around my waist to conceal the dark patch on my front. Once we were both covered, with his towel hiked a bit higher to cover the bruises, we tried the door. It opened easily. I chose not to think about when Chris had come to unlock it.

Phil ushered me through the locker room, grabbing his bag from a bench nearby and following me to the showers. The spray was warm and inviting, and Phil dropped his towel without much hesitation before stepping in with a content sigh. I followed, kicking off my underwear and throwing my towel to the side.

His eyes roamed over my frame before reaching out and pulling me under the water with him. I collided with his chest, nearly knocking him backwards and causing giggles to bubble up from our throats.

“This is nice,” Phil murmured, reaching for the shampoo and rubbing it into my hair. I hummed, closing my eyes at the blissful feeling of his fingers in my hair.

“Yeah?”

“Mm..” His breath moved to the side of my neck, tingles erupting where his lips barely brushed the skin. I bit my lip as teeth scraped over the same spot, knowing that he was going to leave a mark. I probably deserved it for marking him up so much. He took a deep breath when he was done. “You smell a bit like strawberries.”

I couldn’t help but snort at that. “I’m pretty sure I smell like sex, actually.” He swatted my arm, and I opened my eyes as he giggled, his tongue between his teeth. A smile tugged at my lips. “You have a nice laugh…”

“You have an amazing mouth.” He retorted, smirking despite the blush creeping up the back of his neck. I couldn’t help but wink.

“Oh, I’m sure my mouth can do more than that.” Phil swatted my arm again, pushing me under the spray and causing shampoo to run in rivulets down my face and neck. “Hey!” I squeaked, clenching my eyes shut to avoid getting it in my eyes. The sweet smelling suds had almost disappeared when I felt his hands slide around my waist, tugging me closer.

I’m not sure who kissed who first, but it was sweet and gentle and not at all heated or sexual. He tasted like peaches. Who gave him the right to taste so good? I cringed internally when I realized what I probably tasted like, but he didn’t seem to mind. He pulled back slowly, seemingly trying to catch his breath but leaning back in to press quick pecks to the corners of my mouth before resting his forehead against mine.

“I think I like boys.”

A soft smile tugged at my lips. “You think so?” He pulled me back for another delicate kiss, breathing a word into the tiny gap between our mouths.

“Yeah.”

help me out? (this time it’s educational)

As I said a little while ago, I’m looking to become fluent in French and it’s my desire to study the language in France. However, after a couple of weeks of looking into things and getting nothing but a headache and information I can’t really do much with, I have decided to study abroad through a local university.

Pros: so much fucking simpler

Cons: maybe a bit more expensive

They have a French Language major, and it’s a bachelor of arts. Fun fact: I already have a Bachelors so a lot of my credits should transfer! Meaning, if I’m lucky, I could get this degree in a year and a half? Maybe?

I should be able to get more financial aid, grants, scholarships, etc. However, the deadline for some of these is coming up and fast and I need to get enrolled in this university as soon as I can. I’m already pretty late in the game. But I am still unemployed and my family can’t/won’t help me here. Mom says I can do it once I get a job but there is no guarantee I’ll get one any time soon, despite my efforts, and with so many deadlines approaching, I need to enroll in the uni as soon as possible.

The uni application is $55 and no way for me to get it waved.

I have to have 2 transcripts ordered, both of which are $12, for a total of $24. (1 from my alma mater, 1 from the college I did some dual credits through).

All in all that is $79.

If anyone can help, even a little, it would be greatly appreciated. My paypal email is moonfeather777@yahoo.com  Anything extra I get goes towards paying my bills.

Thank you.

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OHIO DOGBLRS! 

 Enya the Silken and Luthien the Schipperke have been missing since December. Yesterday, someone posted a photo of a dog that looks a LOT like Enya in a lost dog group. This dog was spotted in Newark OH, about an hour and a half from where she originally went missing, and she was also wearing a collar and tags, which Enya was not wearing when she went missing. It is possible that this dog is not Enya OR that it is Enya and she has been kept by someone other than her original owners since she went missing but now has escaped again. A loose Silken is guaranteed to be lost rather than abandoned under any circumstances. 

 Please keep your eyes peeled if you live in this area and signal boost as much as you can! This is the best lead we’ve had in months and whatever the case, this dog’s should be returned to their rightful owner. Remember that sighthounds will always choose flight over fight so don’t try to chase them to catch them. 

 If you have any additional information please let me or @silkenagentsofcsbeck (Enya’s breeder) know!

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make me choose edits: Minerva Mcgonagall or Rubeus Hagrid // requested by @sslytherln​ // 4k follower celebration

We have heard within the last few hours, that Rubeus Hagrid, well known gamekeeper at Hogwarts School, has narrowly escaped arrest in the grounds of Hogwarts, where he has rumoured to have hosted a Support Harry Potter party, in his house.”

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harry potter meme: [2 of 8] quotes

“It addresses one of the greatest, and least acknowledged, temptations of magic: the quest for invulnerability. Of course, such a quest is nothing more or less than a foolish fantasy. No man or woman alive, magical or not, has ever escaped some form of injury, whether physical, mental or emotional. To hurt is as human as to breathe. Nevertheless, we wizards seem particularly prone to the idea that we can bend the nature of existence to our will.“

Your favorite part of the day is falling asleep next to Bucky, watch his eyelids flutter and those long lashes fan out. He’s usually a fitful sleeper, according to what Steve has told. But not when you’re in bed with him. With you, he sleeps peacefully. His expression is painless, the burden of his past, of the wounds and scars he had been given, it all disappears and innocence, serenity, bliss settles in.

The powerful arms you have seen sever heads from Hydra soldiers, straggle with enemies, and even battle aliens and emerge victorious, those same arms are gentle as they wrap you in their embrace. Muscles bearing enormous strength, capable of rendering enemies lifeless, are only sweet as they pull you closer to Bucky’s strong chest.

You enjoy placing an ear against his sternum, smugly reveling in the quickening of his heartbeat at your close proximity, only to have it even out as he falls asleep. His heart is your anchor, you’re convinced that as long as it’s still pumping blood you have a reason to keep going, to keep battling the darkness and keep it at bay.

His long legs tangle with yours. Legs that have taken him to dark places, legs that have kicked at evil and conquered it. Yet they’re tender as they slide against yours, their warmth mingling with your own and you’re not quite sure where Bucky ends and you begin.

At night, when every problem and bad thing has escaped from Bucky’s mind, that is where you find your most precious memories. Your eyes take in the softened edges of his face, your fingers smooth out the slight wrinkle in his forehead, and your lips press kisses to his cheekbones. He shivers under your touches, but he trusts you enough to fall into a deep sleep and you know he won’t wake until the next day, with tousled hair and half-lidded blue eyes that will gaze at you with love that still makes you choke up even after all these years. Yes, this is your favorite part of your days with Bucky, falling asleep next to him.

The Flame Alchemist - fanart. I recently finished reading the FMA manga and I’m obsessed again with this freaking story.

I’ve been trying to draw Mustang for probably more than a month now and I finally made it. I’ve scrapped like 10 paintings of him so far jfc. Apparently the secret was to lay off the complicated lighting and just relax and draw. Anyway, not much else is needed to be said here. I like how this turned out and drawing the ignition glove was super fun^^ (i didn’t get to draw the lizard though :( ). Anyway, feels good to be back *single sparkle*

Made by jiyu-koya. Please, do not repost, do not remove source.

HOW TO STAY MOTIVATED AS AN ENTREPRENEUR

I believe motivation is highly subjective and that each person has a unique motivational catalyst. So this post isn’t actually written to motivate you (LOL). What this post will do, however, is give you 3 distinct suggestions on how you can generally stay motivated by yourself. These are based on observations made in my brief time working with entrepreneurs. Of course, like with anything, this is not a closed list.


1. Have Passion For What You Do:

You’ve heard this plenty of times, I know, it’s annoying to me too. But we wouldn’t hear it so often if it wasn’t so important.

Steve Jobs, when addressing a crowd at his alma mater, famously said “You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers.

Do what you love, and not in an airy fairy, kumbaya kind of way. If you derive actual pleasure from what you do, you are likely to be more motivated than the average person. It follows that people who do what they love will approach their work with a guaranteed level of enthusiasm. I don’t think this needs a great deal of explanation.


2. Find A Suitable Co-Founder:

Some of the best companies in the world were started by co-founders (e.g. Apple, Microsoft, Procter & Gamble, etc.). Often, a start-up is launched and maintained through a combination of expertise, which, for complex projects, is hardly ever held by a single person. Sometimes it takes 2 or 3 people to start a project. So the importance of compatible co-founders cannot be stressed enough.

Like with every endeavour, there will be challenges that dampen the passion. The honeymoon period WILL end, and co-founders need to understand their effect on each other because this can serve as the necessary spark to push each other forward. During a slump in motivation, if you don’t feel more motivated after speaking with your co-founder, he or she may not be the right person for you to work with.

Some questions you should ask about your co-founder - When you are not feeling your best will they be able to take control? Do they create a mood which is conducive to productivity? How do you feel after talking to them about a hurdle you are facing? Do they actually have the capacity to perform the tasks that are needed to drive the project forward?

To achieve the best results, be brutally honest with yourself when answering these questions. Based on your answers, you may need to make some changes.

I left the first business I started at University because I could no longer work with my co-founder. The person whom I had originally chosen as my co-founder because of his technical knowledge of the (media) industry became the reason for my loss of enthusiasm. I am not sure what the root cause was, but my co-founder started developing a habit of killing the business relationships I had worked hard to build (and other bad habits, which are best left unmentioned). In turn, our reputation as a serious business began to take a knock. But this wasn’t yet the issue. The real issue was his inability to realise his problem, and then act in accordance with such realisation. 

Needless to say, I was brutally honest with myself - I just did not believe that he had the capacity to perform necessary tasks anymore, so I cut all professional ties with him.


3. Figure Out Your Motivational Currency

I define motivational currency as: a positive response which fuels the desire to be productive.

For example, I run a consulting business. Now, as much as I love what I do, there are mornings which feel completely hopeless (because - life) and my reason for continuing has escaped me. However, my mood suddenly changes when I get up from my bed, check my mail, and find an email from an entrepreneur requesting my services. After viewing this email, I feel a new energy, a sense of purpose, which prompts me to keep going. I am motivated, and the email is my motivational currency. 

If you are an outdoor event organiser whose event receives good reviews on social media and in the local papers, such reviews are your motivational currency because they prompt you to repeat the amount of effort put into your work, in pursuit of the same or an even better response from your market. 

This type of “currency” is different for different businesses, and is usually controlled by external factors. We cannot determine when motivational currency will be forthcoming, but the more work we put in, the more motivational currency we are likely to receive. (i.e. the more good work I do for my existing clients, the more likely I am to wake up to an email requesting my services.)


Conclusion:

Staying motivated is, in my opinion, the most important thing for any entrepreneur. You can do anything you set your mind to with the right amount of motivation. Conversely, you can do very little without it. This is why it is crucial for entrepreneurs to find what motivates them, and have ready access to it whenever it’s needed.

So print this. Put it on your wall, and highlight the points which speak to you the most. Every time you feel demotivated, give it a quick read, and remind yourself of the ways in which you can regain your motivation.

As always, thanks for reading. I promise to make it a shorter read next time.

I solemnly swear I will take care of myself while re-reading The Debt of Time

I will continue to eat, drink water, and get minimal sleep while reading The Debt of Time.


If you need self care reminders while diving into The Debt of Time either again, or for the first time (or during any epic fanfiction) follow #DoTSelfCare and #Hufflemum for reminders to take care of yourself.

You can also follow on twitter: @hufflemum

The Big Fuckin’ Curse Candle.

So as some of you may know, I do a bit of cursey and justice-attaining work for people I know.

A large percentage of those people are asking me to deal with abusers who got away with it – often multiple times, often despite them putting themselves at risk to testify, etc.

There are so many of these fuckers (what a world, eh?) that I have created The Big Fuckin’ Curse Candle to deal with ‘em all.

For any of you other witches who do some work for others, or perhaps you’ve had the misfortune to deal with more than one abuser in your life, here ya go. The Big Fuckin’ Curse Candle.

You shall require…

  • A black candle big enough for your purposes. Mine is enormous; yours might not need to be.
  • A knife.
  • A taglock of each person you’re cursing (picture, hair, or just their name if that’s all you have).
  • A thing in which to store this candle which is either completely light-fast black, or reflective.
  • A cursing concoction of your choice, preferably with an element of Justice or Law Enforcement.
  • A protective spell of your choice.
  • A lighter.

What you are basically doing is creating a jail to send these evil fuckers to.

Take your knife and scoop out some wax from the side of the candle, preferably lower down. SAVE THE WAX.

Make the hole big enough to fit your taglock and your cursing concoction, stuff it in the hole, and then pack the wax in on top of it.

Take your lighter and heat the wax, sealing the fucker inside your candle with your curse.

Light your candle and activate the curse however you prefer, and let it burn until you feel like you’ve got enough energy behind it.

Put it out, cleanse your space, and CONTAIN YOUR CANDLE.

You have a super-charged, potentially multiple curse inside this thing. It’s like a fucking magical grenade, and if you don’t contain it, shit will start going weird in your house. I put it on top of my fridge and actually broke it with this thing. Yes, I’m serious. It killed my fridge. At first I didn’t realize it was the candle, so I moved it to my cabinet, and then it caused everything in the cabinet to rot. And then I finally figured it out. Oops. So I had to cleanse the shit out of everything.

I prefer a reflective metal container, but in a pinch, a thick, light-fast black fabric will do. You want it to be able to contain the curse work within itself, like how you probably store your baneful concoctions in a solid container rather than letting them sit out open in a bowl on your altar, right? Same concept. Don’t let this shit bleed everywhere.

In addition to protecting your space from bleed-over, this also allows you to protect your spellwork itself. If you’re gonna be cursing people, be prepared for them to fight back.

One of the people in my curse candle is a fuckhead of a warlock who has somehow managed to escape the law in 2 different countries. I suspect, due to differences of style, that he doesn’t have any protections that would specifically address the way I work. But I do know that when shit starts going crazy for him, he’s smart enough to wonder if someone’s starting a magical firefight on his ass.

But even people who don’t practice magic can fight back. The biggest component to magic is Will, and I know I sure as hell made some magical stuff happen with my will years before I ever started a dedicated practice. I’m sure a lot of you have too. And so might the bastard you’re cursing. Perhaps that’s why they’ve escaped justice up until now. So protect your shit.

My container has my strongest reversal on it (which I keep quite secret – and you should keep yours secret too), enhanced by its reflective qualities.

And there ya go. The Big Fuckin’ Curse Candle.