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Candle color meanings

The burning of candles for spiritual purposes is a practice that dates back to ancient times. For as long as there have been candles, there were people who believed that a lit candle can connect the physical world with the spiritual realm. To these people, fire and flame are representations of the spark of creation. To light a candle is to illuminate the self.

Individuals accepting these beliefs use the burning light of candles to unfold their divine potential. What follows is an examination of these beliefs and the meaning behind illuminated candles combined with prayer and meditation. This examination will of course include a look into the significance and meaning of candle colors.

White Candles

The white candle represents the highest level of consciousness. Burning a white candle in conjointment with a meditative state is to seek protection, healing and purification. White represents truth, unity, harmony, and wholeness of spirit. The user who burns a white candle is invoking lunar energy. Since all colors are derived from pure white light, a white candle can be used as replacement for any other candle in many rituals.

Red Candles

The color red is firmly rooted in the physical world. The burning of red candles is said to put one in touch with the power of the flesh. Red represents temporal pleasures. It symbolizes passion and love as well as scorn and courage to stand up to one’s enemies. Red stimulates energy, vitality, fertility and personal power. Those who light a red candle are tapping into Scorpio energy. They seek love, respect, power magnetism and survival.

Yellow Candles

The color yellow exemplifies brainpower and intellect. He or she who lights a yellow candle is seeking to access the wisdom of the ages, and garner control over the full benefit of their own mental powers. Yellow embodies creativity, inspiration, concentration, logic, learning and action. The light of a yellow candle brings one closer to attaining the cheerfulness, endurance, stability and security they crave.

Blue Candles

Made from a primary spiritual color, blue candles are used in the examination of emotions (Saturn energy) and the attainment of calming wisdom and healing sleep. There are many shades of blue. Burning a dark blue candle promotes joy and laughter. Dark blue influences dreams and emotions. Royal blue signifies loyalty and fealty. Royal blue stirs the spiritual self and this color of candle is invoked by seekers of truth. Light blue is another very spiritual color. Light blue candles radiate Aquarian energy (calm waters) and are ideal for pursuing inspirational meditations. Those who light a blue candle are seeking truth, harmony and guidance while amplifying their creativity and perception.

Green Candles

Green is the color of success and abundance. This meaning can be traced back through the ages to when prosperity meant a bountiful harvest. Light a green candle when you want to mediate and reflect on nature, growth, healing and the good luck that makes finding employment or business success possible.

Black Candles

The burning of a black candle is serious business. This is done when one wants to neutralize negative energies. The color black offers protection from illness, evil and the negative energy cast upon you from outside forces. The black candle is also burned to harness the healing energy of the universe.

Pink Candles

The color pink manifests love, devotion, friendship and faith. Putting a flame to a pink candle means that the devotee is interested in forming a partnership or is possibly seeking affection or perhaps emotional healing. The color of universal love, pink represents the purest form of love – unconditional and enduring. Pink candles are used in rituals to attract attention or achieve some other joyful purpose.

Orange Candles

The great portrait artists of the Middle Ages understood well the power of orange. Orange is the color of sudden change. It confers upon those who dare to wear it, a form of super-power. Few people today (including royalty) possess the boldness required to put on orange garments. To this end, the act of burning an orange candle is an aggressive move. One would do so to effect instant and profound change. The lighting of orange candles is suitable for rituals occurring on the eve of weddings or important business meetings.

Purple Candles

Students of esoterism believe that purple candles have the power to cancel out the negative effects of bad karma. Ancient wisdom holds that the color purple is associated with the third eye. Burning a purple candle can enhance psychic powers. The color has a meaning steeped in meditation, divination and hidden knowledge. Those who burn purple candles do so to expand upon what they already have. They may also wish to obtain spiritual protection, find recognition, or seek reconciliation with something that exists in the realm of the spirits.

Brown Candles

Brown is the color of our Earth. This color represents above all things balance and a firm connection to the land. The individual who supplicates in the presence of a burning brown candle is sending a message to the universe that they respect the dignity and solemnity of mother Earth (they are well-grounded), and that they acknowledge the delicate balance of all things living on this Earth. Brown candles are used in rituals to regain balance, seek refuge from chaos, eliminate indecisiveness, find lost items and develop meaningful friendships.

Gray Candles

Gray is a neutral color. It is useful to the practitioner when meditating on complex issues. The gray candle has the power to offset negative influences without repercussions. The gray candle is used in the same manner that charcoal is used to flush poisons from the body.

Gold Candles

The gold candle is burned by the votary to achieve enlightenment. This is because the color gold emblemizes light in its purest form. Gold is the very symbol of good fortune. It represents money, success, protection and victory over our troubles. The burning of a gold candle enhances communication with the universe as it attracts positive cosmic influences. Gold candles are recommended for use in rituals undertaken to gain personal power or fortune.

Highly spiritual believers hold that a candle flame can create a passageway that will enable prayers and petitions to be more easily received by such powers from which help is being sought. For these supporters of the faith, the deep meaning of candle color is what enables them to focus and meditate on their goals, objectives, problems and their ultimate solutions.

All His - Part 4 (A Kyungsoo Series)

The words in his text message jumped out at you and you couldn’t stop reading them over and over again.

’Come play with me.’

No matter how much you thought about it, absolutely no part of that phrase sounded innocent.

You knew the man found you amusing and you had practically been his source of nonstop entertainment for the past month or more, but to outright request your presence merely because he was bored?

What did he mean by play? You half expected him to be holding a deck of cards in his hands, shuffling them over and over looking for someone to play Go Fish with.

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Unknown Parts (Gaston)- Part Two

Pairing: Gaston/OC

 Warnings: Idk, Gaston should come with a warning for being so damn smooth. Amirite?

A/N: Here’s the second part! I’m honestly not sure how many there’ll be…I’m thinking three or four? Enjoy, lovelies!

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Much to my great annoyance, Gaston was the first thing on my mind when I woke up the next morning. Even as I stood in front of my easel, at the kitchen window, I found myself distracted from the one thing I usually lost myself in so easily. Every one in a while, I’d snap to attention, paintbrush paused in my hand and a dopey smile on my face…remembering the way his touch had felt as he brushed paint from my cheek the night before.

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Through a Glass, Darkly.

ShuAke one-shot. Dissociation, touch-starved angst. Or, Akechi’s sitting in Leblanc and Akira notices something’s wrong.

Because apparently the only way I can write something is if I have a mini nervous breakdown beforehand.

“You don’t look so good. How’re you feeling?”

Akechi watches his hand lower his coffee cup back to its saucer. The resulting sound is delicate, gentle, like stepping on a piece of glass and dragging it across concrete. He stays silent, but there are words in his head, words and words, fragments of larger thoughts he has to tear out of the heap to make any sense of.

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Ticklish (Alec Lightwood x reader)

anon requested:

Can we get 17 with Alec? Ughhhh we love you

another anon requested:

17 please! With Alec x fem reader☺️ thank you xx

17. “If you tickle me, I’m not going to be responsible for your injuries”

Alec, being the oldest Lightwood, is used to being a leader to his younger siblings. He walks like a leader, talks like a leader, and fights like a leader.

Apparently, the leader is rather ticklish.

(Y/n) found that out by accident. They were training together in hand to hand combat, when her hand reached over to his side to try to strangle him, but before she could, Alec let out a small cry of laughter before his reflexes kicked in and knocked her down.

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow at him from where she had fallen. “You’re ticklish,” she said blankly. “What? No,” Alec tried to look confused, but even that can’t fool her.

“That wasn’t a question.” said (Y/n), a mischievous smile on her face, “You. Are. Ticklish.”

Alec blushed. “No, I am not,” he said.

Without warning, (Y/n) lunged at him just to tackle him to the ground and sit on his lower abdomen. Alec shot her a warning look. “If you tickle me, I am not going to be responsible for your injuries,” he said, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead.

(Y/n)’s smile grew wilder.

Alec didn’t even have time to brace himself for impact.

She aggressively tickled his sides, and Alec was laughing, trying to kick her off him desperately, but ultimately failing. The pressure on her hands grew and it took an almost instant effect on the Lightwood. He was shaking of laughter and tried to inhale as much oxygen as he could. “Stop!” he said with a breathy laugh, “By the angel, stop!”

“Say please?” (Y/n) taunted, enjoying her actions and what it was doing to Alec.

“Please,” Alec said, just above a whisper, “Pretty, pretty please?”

(Y/n) stopped tickling him and started laughing the moment he said pretty, pretty please. It was priceless.

Being ticklish is a weakness to Alec, but now that (Y/n) showed him a whole new atmosphere in being tickled, maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

Little did (Y/n) know, Alec was silently plotting revenge.



Say You’ll Want Me Pt. 2

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Part 1

Part 2 is here! This ended up being a little shorter than I planned but that means part 3 is going to be loaded. I have lots of ideas and the proverbial shit is about to hit the fan. Thank you for all of the comments on part 1, you guys are amazing <3

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Stealing The Bite Pt. 6

Word Count: 7,097

Genre: Smut, Angst

Author’s Note: It’s finally here, the last part. I’m so nervous. I hope it lives up to your expectations!

The war went on, if you could consider getting attacked by hordes of ghouls at seemingly random times, and trying to fend them off a war. It only took you a few weeks after arriving to realize why it had dragged on for so long. Ghouls were not conventional creatures when it came to warfare or most anything really. Their forces weren’t made up of packs or covens or even tribes. They were opportunistic creatures, and were usually made up of ragtag groups who would team up when it seemed beneficial to them at the moment, and were easily broken up.

They were regarded as a menace more than a real danger, but now there appeared to be a shift. They were still the same mindless creatures they always were but they were clearly united and guided by an intelligent force, and the wolves didn’t have any inkling as to who or what that might be. 

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I’ve found you at last

should I warn for massive s2 spoilers or are we all good knowing not to read that until we’ve binged s2? okay, good. (+ao3)

Wolfie is familiar with pain. Not just because of his father or the other boys at school or his lust for blood. There were a few memorable visits to the hospital with Felix – going down the stairs of an abandoned building in a shopping card, trying to put a lit match on his tongue, doing a cartwheel to impress a girl and breaking his wrist in the process.

Wolfie is familiar with pain, but nothing had prepared him for how broken his body feels – like a truck repeatedly ran him over and bruised all his bones and muscles and sinews in the process. Part of his anatomy he didn’t know exist are hurting. His brain is hurting like a fucking bitch, worse than a hangover, worse than a sleepless night in Berlin’s loudest clubs.

The sound that escapes his lips was meant to be a groan, but probably is more of a whimper, and he blinks against the bright light. A hand is holding his, familiar enough that he doesn’t need to open his eyes again to know Kala is by his side, tiny little fingers grabbing his with all the strength she doesn’t have. He finds it comforting, the delicate weight of her hand in his, even if she technically isn’t in the room with him. Their telepathic bond is –

– is –

– not here.

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rose ; parts 1 - 2

☾ ☽

clunk. clunk. clunk.

dan’s shoes made soft clanking noises as they hit the pavement, the metal snug against dan’s toes. he winced, but pushed on, his hands swinging slightly, parallel to his sides, as he walked.

it was a rather hot day out, which was not the best circumstances in which to be wearing metal shoes of this sort, but dan did not have any other options. sure, they were heavy, and so hot that dan felt as if his feet may melt. but there were far worse things to happen, he reminded himself.

he pulled up his pair of small black shorts once more, licking his chapped lips. he wished that for once maybe he could find some clothing that fit, but so far it seemed to be nearly impossible. nothing fit him, but that was simply because he was far too skinny for anything to come close to his measurements. he pulled his loose jacket tighter around him, even though it was far too hot to need it.

he pushed his coffee-brown hair back on his forehead, digging his teeth into his bottom lip as he glanced around the street. mostly empty, other than a few cars and several passerby’s on the sidewalk.

music swirled through dan’s mind like a whirlwind of notes and bars, his warm eyes flashing as he rushed across the street; as fast as he could with his clunky shoes weighing him down. his heart thrummed in time with his steps, faster and faster as he got closer to his destination.

by the time he could see the tall building at the end of his vision, he had played the entire moonlight sonata in his head, twice. and, without even realizing it, he had started moving his fingers in time with the song, as if playing the piano in the air.

he closed his eyes for the last few steps, letting the music flow through him like a rushing river after the dam has been knocked over. then he could hear that in his head as well, a loud whooshing noise alongside the piano sonata.

he opened his eyes, stopping in front of his building and taking a deep breath. it came out shaky, and dan ran his trembling fingers through his hair. calm down. it’s going to be fine, it always is.

he hopped up the steps two at a time, and pushed open the large wooden front door.

it squeaked as it swung open, and dan attempted to swallow his visible fear. he took a step inside, his shoe clanking, and he flinched.

dan closed the door behind him, taking careful steps towards his room. aka, the attic. as if he was something to be hidden away, some sort of hideous beast.


dan froze and winced at the tone of the single word, slowly turning towards the stern voice.

“yes, sir?” he asked softly, staring at his feet. he heard light footsteps starting towards him, and his heart thrummed in his chest like a drum.

“look at me.”

dan swallowed, slowly turning his face upwards to look at his boss. the man nodded at him curtly, frowning.

“sorry, sir.”

“where have you been?”

dan blinked, his dark eyelashes fanning his cheeks briefly. “just out for a walk.”

there was a moment of silence, the fear in dan’s chest compacting and forming a lump in his throat. jarvis stared at him, as if trying to intimidate him.

“did i say you could go out?” he asked finally, and dan’s gaze dropped to his feet.

“no, sir,” he said timidly. “sorry, sir.”

“good.” jarvis’s voice turned harsh, but only for a moment. dan shivered. he always felt as if he were treading on thin ice around the stony man. “go on, then. i’m going out. your dinner is in the freezer.”

dan almost sighed in relief, letting his shoulders relax as he nodded frantically. “thank you.”

the man grunted, turning to move towards the door, where he took his jacket off a hook beside the door.

“don’t make a mess,” he said firmly, his dark and bushy eyebrows raising in the slightest. “and i left a list of chores on the counter.” dan nodded.

“yes, sir.”

he held his breath until the man had left the building, before sighing and falling to the floor. he laughed to himself lightly, his dimples popping on his rosy cheeks as his grin grew by the second. he unbuckled the clunky burdens, one by one, and hopped to his feet.

he glanced down at them, his black knee highs bunching at his ankles. it was always pure relief when he got to take them off everyday, and dan wasn’t one to take relief lightly.

god, he wished he could just get a larger size, but that was impossible. his mother had made them for him when he was thirteen, and then…

dan shook off the thoughts, forcing himself to smile. he wouldn’t ruin his mood with sadness.

quickly he stripped off his socks, giggling lightly and stepping gingerly forward.

the effect was instant; the second his other foot lifted from the ground, the floorboards creaked. and then, impossibly, a tiny sunflower sprouted from the wood. dan smiled - the flowers displayed his mood.

it grew rapidly, going up to his ankle before stopping, and slumping slightly from the weight of its own petals.

and then he was off; skipping, twirling around the room, his feet hitting the floor a lot less noisily than before. he sprinted down the hall, the trail of small yellow flowers blossoming behind him. he danced almost wildly, knowing no one could see him.

he hopped up the stairs, humming to himself before he even got to the piano.

the piano. the white piano that sat at the top of the stairs, beside his bed- the one that was broken but still sounded beautiful when played correctly.

when dan played it he was happy, and that was the only thing that make him happy.

yet, anyways.

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phil had learned to keep quiet. it was how he got through the day.

keep quiet, do your job, and the opportunities will come to you. you are completely in control, and at the same time, not at all in control of anything.

it never seemed to make sense to anyone but phil, but it was how he had been raised. it had been drilled into his head countless times, it was all he had ever really known.

shut up, keep quiet, and it’ll come to you.

“hey!” someone snapped in phil’s face, waking him up. he blinked, shaking his head.

“what, eliza?”

“wake up.” she smirked. “it’s time to open up, or did you forget you work here?”

phil rolled his eyes, rubbing at his eyes. he moved to the other side of the small booth, where there was a mirror. he mussed up his hair, frowning when it wouldn’t even remotely do what he wanted. as always.

“i keep saying to frank, i keep telling him, ‘that boy daydreams far too much. you want a real hardworking fellow, not one of the lester boys. head in the clouds.’”

phil rolled his eyes again, moving past the girl with the light brown ponytail sweeping the floor in front of the entrance, flipping the sign to open. she was 22, same as phil, but she spoke as if she was eighty.

the perfect specimen to work at a dusty used book shop crammed in between a starbucks and an italian restaurant. just odd enough.

phil sighed, moving back to the desk and beginning his daily checklist. sweep; check, it was eliza’s day to do that. the sign was turned, desk was dusted, and the books were all organized alphabetically. done, check. he was all done with his morning jobs.

“i’m going to the back,” he muttered to eliza, who responded with a sort of mumble, some kind of acknowledgment.

phil retreated to the back of the store, the small nook that held the history books, all the ones no one really wanted. no one but phil, of course. a perfect cover.

he sat in the large rocking chair, and let his head fall back so his eyes were locked on the ceiling. his eyes passed over the white plaster, the surface he had begged frank countless times to let him paint.

he would do something with flowers, definitely. paint all the flowers he wished for so desperately, because it’s so hard to have a garden when you live in the city, and your landlord refuses to let you bring dirt inside.

he remembered living in the country, where he was allowed to plant as much as he wanted. he had his own little gardening box, where he’d take care of roses and irises and daisies, any flower he wanted. until his parents decided it was time for him to get a start on the rest of his life. move out, move to the city, do something with himself.

so now he was a struggling artist and worked at an unpopular book store for minimum wage. great, thanks mom and dad.

phil blinked, opening his eyes and squinting at the front door when the bell tinkled, sealing behind whoever had entered. of course, he should have guessed; it was the brown haired boy who came every day, right at opening time.

he was rather pretty, there was no denying it; his hair fell in messy locks in his chocolate eyes, as if he had just woken up, and freckles dotted his nose and cheeks like constellations. the only strange thing about him were his shoes.

the boy always wore large clunky shoes, made of what looked like metal, which must be hard to walk in. they were like huge steam punk boots, which seemed completely opposite to the boy’s style. and they seemed to be painful too, by the way he limped and leaned side to side just the slightest.

and don’t even get phil started on how loud they were.

phil watched carefully as the customer wandered the store, as he did every day. he had a sort of rushed look to him, as if something bad would happen if he didn’t get in and out as quickly as possible, while still looking dazed. phil didn’t know how he did that, it was the kind of thing only disney princesses and forest animals could do.

finally he seemed to notice phil, and moved towards him. despite the shoes, he moved rather gracefully, if not slightly pained. phil braced himself, because what kind of weirdo dresses like that anyways?

“hello,” the boy said, so softly that phil almost had to lean forward to hear him.

“hey.” he offered a smile, hoping that it didn’t look forced. “how can i help you, sir?”

the boy bit his lip, tugging on it between his teeth until it went pale, exposing the freckles that dusted his rosy lips as well.

“do you have any more astronomy books?” he blinked, his dark eyelashes fanning over his rosy cheeks. “i… it’s just, i looked in the spot they usually are, and they weren’t there…”

phil stood up, smiling at him. “ah. yeah, we have 'em. eliza reorganized yesterday, i’ll show you to them.”

the boy’s eyes lit up like a sky full of stars, and phil almost choked. how the fuck was that legal?

“oh, thank you so much! i read very fast, you see, so i need more all the time and…” he seemed to realize he was rambling, and stopped himself, blushing darkly. “oh dear, i’m sorry. just s-show me the books, i’ll shush.”

phil nodded slowly, laughing under his breath. he was pretty cute, in the same way an old lady was. he and eliza would surely get along.

phil led him to the new astronomy section was, leaning against the shelf. “here you are.”

the guy smiled again, his dimples popping on his round cheeks, and he nodded. “can’t thank you enough, er…”

“phil,” phil muttered. the boy nodded.

“well, thank you, phil.”

phil nodded, retreating back to his spot in the back of the store. he watched him pay and leave, the door bell tinkling, his thoughts wandering away again, until he realized he had forgotten to ask the boy’s name.

For You Alone

@theybecameanimagi inspired me to write this snippet xP

Arian hadn’t seen Cullen since he had revealed the horrors of his past to her, along with the fact that he was struggling with his lingering addiction to lyrium. And although she had respected his wishes for some time alone while he coped with everything, she couldn’t help but worry about his well-being in the meantime.

He had been so… scared that day, so frail and disturbed. It was completely unlike the Cullen she had experienced up until that point - the Cullen who tried to mask everything with his commandeering facade. She wasn’t blind to the amount of torment the man was struggling with, and although seeing him so distraught should have perturbed her, she found her heart aching for him even moreso than it had previously. 

She loved him. There wasn’t even a loud choir sounding out to deem her observations real; Arian had known she’d loved him for quite some time now, perhaps since the very first time they spoke.

His only concern, his only conclusion that day in his office had been that resuming lyrium use was the solution to commanding their army properly, but she wouldn’t hear any of it. The blasted substance was the only thing holding him back from a proper life - and she wouldn’t risk losing him to it, no matter the cost. All she wanted from him was to get better - to the Void with how the remainder of the Inquisition felt about the matter. From what Cassandra alone had told her, Cullen spent every waking moment trying to do what he felt was right for the sake of others, it was time that others set their time aside to ensure their general didn’t lose his mind.

As the Inquisitor walked along the battlements a couple days later, she was surprised to find the man of her thoughts standing near the spot where they had first kissed, gazing out beyond the Frostbacks with a blessedly serene look to his features. She felt her cheeks quirk when he slowly breathed in the chilly air, a ghost of a smile finding its way onto his own.

“I wanted to thank you,” she suddenly heard him say, and realized he must’ve heard her approaching. She felt her heart pound erratically when he turned to face her, mumbling a series of starters before eventually settling on “This sounded much better in my head,” as he went to scratch the back of his neck.

There he is.

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My Hero (Tyler Joseph x female!reader)

(y/n) = your name

(y/f/n) = your friend’s name

word count: 1.1k exactly!

warnings: minor/moderate harassment, suggestive talk, unwanted advances, reader in danger(?), FLUFF/FLUFF/FLUFF

A/N: I swear, none of the lyric references made in this were intentional! That’s just what happens when you’re trash lmao


You sat on a blue plastic chair with a gravely texture. The kind you’d find at an elementary school, you thought, not the cushy lounge of an auto repair shop. You were on your way home from (y/f/n)’s house when you heard the sickening ‘pop’ of one of your tires blowing out. With little light due to the time of night, you were barely able to peddle over to the side of the highway where you called the local tow-and-repair company and your boyfriend, Tyler.

“Hey, babe! You on your way home yet?” Tyler’s raspy voice had an instant effect on your mood. You grinned, despite the situation. “Actually, Ty, I’m gonna need a little help getting home tonight.”

You could imagine his brow twitching at your words. “What’s wrong?” His voice turned serious.

You sighed, “My tire blew out while I was heading home. I’m on my way to the shop now,” you paused. “I know Mark and Josh are over, but do you think you could pick me up? Otherwise, I won’t be home ‘til tomorrow. They said it’s too late to do anything tonight-”

Tyler shushed you, “It’s fine, okay? I’ll be there soon. I love you, my lovely-girlfriend-person-thing.” You heard the jangle of keys and the squeak of sneakers sliding on hard wood. You giggled. “I love you, wonderful-boyfriend-person-thing.”

And, here you are, waiting on baited breath for Tyler to save the day yet again. What would you do without him?

A low whistled startled you from your thoughts. You turned in your chair, where you’re met with a sickly smile and a dirty shirt. The man had grease-rubbed skin, stubby legs and oily blonde hair. You crossed your arms as he winked.

He eyed you before he spoke with, what you can guess was supposed to be his ‘sexiest’ voice. “Hey baby, you been helped yet? We’re closing but I’m sure I can do a thing or two for you.”

You cringed at his suggestiveness. His eyes wandered between your chest and your legs, and despite wearing jeans and a long sleeve shirt, you feel exposed. Maybe your skinny jeans were a little too skinny, or your long sleeve tee a little too low cut.

He cleared his throat and you were brought back again by dirty fingers brushing against your neck. You shuddered and stood quickly on your feet, the chair sliding across the room from your sudden movement.

You took two steps away from the man and re-crossed your arms. “No, leave me alone.” You tried to be firm, but you couldn’t help the subtle quiver in your voice. Regardless, you stood as tall as you could and repeated yourself, “No.”

He brought his hands out in front of him and slowly approached you. You backed away as far as you could until you bumped against the glass door.

He smiled, all but comforting, and stopped about a foot away from you.  “Sweetness, quit your worrying, I was just going to offer you a deal. You do something for me, and I’ll make sure that car of yours is taken care of, free of charge.”

You shrunk from his hands, quickly coming up with a plan to disappear through the door behind you. However, where would you go? No other stores were open this late, and the drive from here to home would be at least 45 minutes. You inwardly groan when you calculate the time it would take to get home on foot.

No, you were trapped.

You started recalling all of the self-defense moves you had gathered in your life. When Emotional Roadshow had first started and you went with them on tour, some of the guys thought it be best if you knew how to defend yourself, if caught in the situation. Josh taught you to bring the heel of your hand to the attacker’s nose to break it. Your mom always said to prod your attacker’s eyes, hopefully popping them out of their sockets. Jessie just said to knee them in the groin or crotch, claiming that it always worked. You would go with that one.

But, before you could act, the door flew away from you, and a hand came around your waist and rested in your back pocket. You looked up, startled, but were hit with a wave of relief when you saw those chocolate brown eyes you had grown to love. The same brown eyes that looked ready to kill.

Other than the arms wrapped around your midsection, he barely acknowledged you. “I’m pretty sure the lady said no.” He spat. Despite the tightness of his jaw and the look he was giving your potential attacker, he was calm for the time being.

Before the man could blink, you were shoved behind Tyler and outside the door. He kept both hands planted firmly on your waist from behind him as he walked backwards, never breaking eye contact with the man who probably wanted to hurt you. He only stopped when you bumped into his car, quickly spinning around and rushing you to the passenger side door. In a blur, you were in the seat, buckled, and out of breath. Tyler disappeared and returned, seconds later, keys already in the ignition, wildly speeding out of the lot without his own seatbelt buckled.

You sighed, relieved, and bent over to buckle his seatbelt for him. His hand caught yours as you went to pull it back and he laced your fingers with his, squeezing tightly. You squeezed back and brought your combined hands up to your face. Your lips brushed across his knuckles one at a time, hoping to bring Tyler back to you with gentle touches.

The two of you drove in silence, Tyler rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand as you nodded off in the front seat. Soon, you were home, sitting in the car parked in the driveway. Tyler got out first, maneuvering around the front of the car to get to you.

He opened your door and offered you a hand you gladly took, stumbling slightly as he pulled you into his chest. He buried his face in your hair as your arms curled around his stomach and met at his back. You stood there for what felt like hours, just holding each other. It was dark, but you couldn’t care less as you stood, under the stars, embracing the love of your life. It was cold, but you found warmth in the arms of Tyler. Neither of you spoke; neither of you needed to speak. You only needed each other.


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Imagine singing with Jensen

Pairings: Jensen x Reader, Jared

Word Count: 879

Warnings: swearing?? it’s fluff

A/N: I’ve had this in my drafts for a long time, and I wanted to post this as a thank you for 100 followers! So thank you all, and I hope you enjoy this! This is also completely unedited, so please ignore any mistakes.

Jensen turned the live stream on, “Okay, so my wife doesn’t know I’m home yet, and she’s singing her heart out right now,” Jensen whispered, the sound of soft piano music floating through the air. “She’s amazing and doesn’t believe it.”

Jensen turned the camera around and peeked it around the corner of the door frame until those tuning in could see you.

You were completely oblivious to your husband’s arrival as you continued on with the song.

Your fingers danced along the keys as you belted out the lyrics of Adele’s Someone Like You.  

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Naughty Little Notes

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Tucking the note into his pocket wordlessly, he looked down at you questioningly, as you gave a mischievous little grin. With your eyes sparkling with brazen excitement and friskiness as what the note contained.
“Save the note for later. And read it after school.” You told him before you departed leaving him with the lewd note. Which had your desires of what you wanted him to do to you after school written down. And this is how it started, a little note war, each one designed to confess to its reader, the writer’s sexual desires. With each note becoming more and more detailed with each passed night that got closer to the full moon.


Your breath hitched as you read Azusa’s latest note, as you bite into your bottom lip and your legs grew weak. As your mind played out the scene perfectly for you, which sparked a fire between your legs.
‘Eve, I dream of you…sprawled out on my bed, with your arms above your head bound to the bed with chains that bite painfully, sweetly into your flesh each and every time you move. While your bottom lip trembles and you whimper for only me as I slowly move in and out of you with your cunt dripped wet gripped my cock tightly.’
Letting out a sharp and startled gasp as his arms wrapped around your waist from behind. While his fangs grazed your sensitive ear and his whisper in a voice that was deeper and huskier than normal,
“Heh, you thought…I was innocent, a sweet…cinnamon roll. How about…I show you how wrong…you really were,…little naughty Eve.” He growled as his hands slipped down to your hips which he tightly gripped as his fangs pierced your ear.


Bitting into your bottom lip and walking up behind Yuma who crouched in front of his baby tomatoes which he was harvesting for tonight’s dinner. But you had something else in mind for tonight’s fest, and you knew something else he much rather have that was, as he said, sweeter than his sugar cubes.
Slipping your hands around his neck, as you dipped your head down next to his ear.
“So you want to dirty up your sow, and leave me covered in bruises and bite marks. After fucking me so hard with your,” you purred, as you slipped your hands under his shirt, “long and thick cock till I can no longer walk and I beg you to stop?” You mused as Yuma froze and you knew the look that would be on his face. As his brown eyes darkened with lust that promised rough mind blowing fucking, because it was never lovemaking with Yuma. It was also hard and fast fucking that made your mind spin and your world shatter with each orgasm.
“Heh, I was going to wait until after dinner. Because I don’t plan on stopping sow until way past the sun rises. When your a limp fuck doll filled with my cum, but if you want it now, all you will have to eat tonight is my cock.” He growled with a smirk.


He was slightly worried since he was told that you were sick and send home halfway through the day. But he didn’t know of your true intentions since you found the note tucked away in your jacket pocket. It was just to tempting to try and gain the upper hand on your lover.
So that when he walked in his bedroom to see you on his bed, in light pink lingerie and fuzzy pink cat ears on your head. With a collar tight on your neck which was riddled with his bite marks.
“Master, I’ve been a naughty little kitty, just like you said.” You purred softly before bottom teasingly into your bottom lip as you picked up some handcuffs and dangled them.
“Heh.” Kou chuckle as he smirked as he walked over to you where you sat close to the edge of the bed, “What a cute little kitten you are, admitting to being a naughty little m-neko afterward I’ll give you the reward of some milk.” Grabbing your chin as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip,
“But you’ll have to drink every last drop, wasteful little kittens don’t get rewards and soft petting.”


Your wrists were tied behind your back, with his tie as a blindfold stripping you of your sense of sight. While you kneeled before Ruki, who smirked down at you, gray-blue eyes filled with a dangerous lust of both body and blood. With his harden cock straining against its confinements, as he used every ounce of willpower not to slipped his cock into your wet and hot mouth and have you suck him off at that very moment.
“You started this livestock, and have created some problems for your Master at rather unfortunate times. So now for this little game, even though how interesting it was, you will have to be punished.” Grabbing your chin, he tilted your head up as you jumped slightly at the unseen touch, chuckle slightly,
“Did you memorize the note like I told you too?” He questioned,
“Yes Master.” You claimed obediently as he smirked and wrapped his hand around your throat.
Roughly lifting you up as he shoved you into the bed, with your bare ass exposed to him as he walked up behind you. Before rubbing his hands gently on your soft and, for now unbruised, cheeks.
“If you make any mistakes you get a slap.”

Happy Birthday Reiji
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Your ankles were chained and shackled together with only just enough to take small and short steps. While your outfit was revealing, with hole it had over your already dripped wet cunt and a lack of top that exposed your bare breasts and nipples that had clamps on them. That Reiji would nearly rip off at any sudden moment, just to take sadistic pleasure in the agony and pleasure that would blossom in your eyes and the gasp that the action would elicit.
This was his birthday gift from you to him, you were his sex slave, parading yourself around his study that he had locked the both of you in. And his lust was growing as he enjoyed your gift more and more.
Stopping you by the neck, and his fingers lightly pressed into your sink when he grabbed your throat. With your breath hitched, you looked down,
“Yes sir?” You told him with a shaky voice, and fear in your eyes, causing him to smirk and chuckle lightly.
“Drink this.” He commanded you as you opened your mouth and he poured a dark red-black, thick drug into your mouth. That had instant effects as your knees grew weak and you nearly collapsed and fire spread through your body as your heart hammered. And you felt as if you would explode if you didn’t find some sort of release.
“-” you opened your mouth to beg when Reiji interrupted,
“Not a word pet,” he smirked, “I think I’ll let you burn for a little while. I’ll go get dinner, and if you touch yourself the punishment will be severe.” He purred softly as he let go of your throat and you dropped to the floor and whimpered as your lust began to pool on the floor. As Reiji teleported out of the room.

Snowy Night
Subaru and Laito
Subaru’s is safe for work while Laito’s is not safe for work.

There was a chilling nip in the air, as little flurries fluttered through the air, twirling, before it found its finally resting place among the other snow flakes that worked together to blanket the earth white. While inside the manor you two sat on the hearth, while the fire crackled and leaped off freshly cut logs. As the two of you basked in the peace and comfort of simply being in each other’s company.


Wrapping his thick and heavy arms wrapped around your waist and his head resting on your stomach. While you ran your hands through his soft and silky white hair. Which calmed the otherwise enraged and short tempered vampire. As his thumb slowly moved back and forth across your your hip bone. When he suddenly lifted up his head and sat up.
Smiling down at you softly,
“Your beautiful, and irresistible.” He told you with a soft and husky voice as your breath hitched and your cheeks flushed.
Leaning down over yours stomach, as he slowly raised your shirt so that you could feel his warm breath hitting your belly button.
“I don’t deserve you.” He whispered in a voice that was barely audible, before he grazed his pale pink lips gently across your flesh. When he suddenly sank his fangs into your belly right above your belly button. As you gasped loudly and your fingers found their way back into his hair and you slightly pulled as your hips arched up.
“Ngh, Subaru.” You whimpered as you softly began to pant, as he lifted his head up slightly so that he could look up at your face as blood ran down his chin and dripped onto your stomach.
“Heh, I love it when you say my name like that.” He chuckled lightly.


Wrapping your legs around Laito’s waist, as his hands slowly slipped up your shirt. As he chuckled at your blushing cheeks,
“How cute, what an adorable little blush bitch-chan, I haven’t even done anything to you yet. And your turning such a tempting shade of scarlet~” he purred as his hand slipped up higher till his fingers brushed against your bra. Which he slowly pushed up so that your breasts spilled out.
“Laito, don’t tease me.” You whimpered and pouted as he let out another soft chuckle,
“Teasing you, I only mean to run my hands all over your sweet and tender body. Heh is there anything that you would like me to do? Perhaps plays with these sweet nipples, nufuf they are already so hard.” He chuckled as he slipped his thumbs over your nipples.
“Please.” You begged softly as you closed your eyes and arched into his warm and large hands. When he pulled away, his hands abandoning your breast as he sat up. With his cat like eyes glowing,
“Then offer yourself to me and beg for it, like the horny bitch you are, I want you to expose to me you true desires.” He smirked as you sat up and bite into your bottom lip, while looking down as you stripped yourself of your shirt and crawled over to him.
“I want you to play with me.” You admitted as you wrapped your arms around his neck, and pressed your breasts against his chest. “And I want to play with you.” Your voice dropped as you whispered softly as his eyes flashed with a dangerous lust.
“We can play all night long little bitch, as a reward for being your true naughty self.”

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       Cupping Azusa’s scared and pale cheeks with your warm and soft hands, as you straddled him, your small body pressed against his own. He chuckled lowly and slowly, with his chest softly rumbling as your lips pressed lightly on the scar on the bridge of his nose. Which slightly scrunched up, as his hands slowly trailed up your bare arms leaving goosebumps in their wake. As you nearly shivered from the soft caress of his hands while you pulled away. And looked down at him with light pink cheeks,
    “Heh, you look…adorable when your blushing.” He complimented you as he placed his larger hands over yours and softly pulled them away. So that he could tenderly kiss your fingertips while looking into your eyes. Which showed love and adoration that made his chest swell and ache all at the same time. A feeling that confused him every time, but one that he was addicted to. 
   Suddenly his fangs tip of his fangs pierced your fingertip causing you to gasp softly as your eyes fluttered shut and you shivered against him again. 
    “I’m sorry…I couldn’t resist.” He gave you a grin as he watched the blood slowly trickle down your finger. Before he slowly lapped it up, the sensation of his tongue running up your finger slowly as he groaned at the taste of your blood made you whimper ever so slightly.
   Looking up at your face, he dropped your other hand and cupped the back of your neck as he brought you forward and lightly kissed your eyelids. 

Killer Chat (Waylon Jones x Reader)

Originally posted by orchid-bud

“Hold that, please!” you rushed into the elevator, almost crushing on KC.

“Hey.” You greeted with a half smile and he growled in response. You both headed to the tenth floor where Rick was waiting for you so you could be examined by the medics and return to Belle Reve.

You were awkwardly tapping your finger on your hand as you waited for the elevator to arrive at your floor.

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Bad Ideas (Chapter Three)

Welcome Back to the Story! Thanks so much for the sweet messages I’ve been getting, love you guys!
If you need to catch up, check out the MASTERLIST

This is a longer chapter, over 3000 words. Lots of feels guys, because Wade is just a big teddy bear under all those scars and our boys love each other whether they realize it or not.
The days started blurring together as spring fell into summer and business picked up. Road trippers, tourists, summer residents all flocked to the town just fifteen minutes away from the shop, and they started working longer days to keep up with the tows, and flat tires and oil changes.

Thanks to a few quick lessons and a healthy dose of his own common sense and brilliant mind, Peter became fairly useful around the shop. He spent more and more time working next to Wade instead of closing himself up in the office all day, and more nights than not now he crossed the drive to Wade’s house and had dinner and a drink. Every once in awhile Wade asked if he wanted to talk, and Peter always said no. He didn’t want to bring Wade into the mess that was his past. Didn’t want to burden a man who already had secrets, with even more.

And he knew Wade had secrets. Even without those scars that spoke of something terrible, one look at the way Wade never completely relaxed, the way he was constantly watching everything, the way his eyes always looked haunted, told Peter that the mechanic had seen much more than he let on. It made Peter feel closer to him, like they had bonded over awful pasts, even if they never talked about it.

This was easily the most at peace Peter had felt since… well since he had been bitten by that stupid spider, really. He had found a home here with Wade, far away from New York, far away from the daily reminders of his failures, far away from the pretty headstone that marked Gwen’s grave. He had burned his suit, packed a bag and hopped on a bus, and for whatever reason landed in Wade’s life and it was…so good.

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phoebeophelia  asked:

First, thank you so much for this blog. Even if you don’t get to my ask, you’ve already helped me so much! So. The healing magic in my world is largely limited to imaging. They have sanitation and herbal medicine, but their materials are low-tech. Glass and resin but no plastic and only very small amounts of metal. Character (a large, healthy adult) receives rabbit punch to base of skull. He is confused at first, then unconscious in minutes. (1 of 2)

The healers immobilize him and take him to their clinic. Swelling gradually makes his symptoms worse over the course of about three hours. Eventually he would be unable to breathe on his own. Does this sound about right for a spinal cord injury? Would there be anything the healers could do for him at this low tech, or is everyone just waiting for him to recover or die on his own? Thanks again! (2 of 2)

Hey there! Thanks for the ask. (It feels good to work on fresh asks again!!) 

No, this does not sound like a spinal cord injury. If this was a spinal cord injury, he would stop breathing immediately, because the base of the brain is high up enough that a spinal cord injury will cut off innervation of the muscles that keep the character breathing. SCIs tend to have instant effects, especially when it comes to paralysis. 

(As for the location of the injury, the “base of the skull” is C1-C2. The rule is “C5 stays alive”; C5 is one of the lowest neck vertebrae. SCIs above C5 are fatal without a ventilator, and even then, they’re often fatal anyway.) 

What it does sound similar to, however, is a subarachnoid hemorrhage. This is when the character blacks out, wakes up, then rapidly returns to unconsciousness as the bleeding in the skull puts pressure on the brain. 

With no way to vent the pressure short of crude brain surgery (with an almost 100% chance of infection), no, your healers cannot fix this. However, just because he gets incredibly sick, doesn’t mean he’ll die from it. He may just have brain damage and ongoing issues with seizures. 

What I would really hate would be if your character was just unconscious and recovered back to their full self. It betrays realism and your reader’s trust: that things have consequences. I know that you know this, but this character needs some form of change because of what happened to them. Otherwise, what’s the point? 

Medically speaking, I would suggest starting with the #coma tag, the #tbi tag and the #head injury tag and going from there. (You’ll see this post on those lists; scroll past.) 

Best of luck!! 

xoxo, Aunt Scripty


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