wax patterns


(a little sneak peek at the andreil coffee shop au i’ve been working on!! i’m also in need of a beta!)




  1. a longing or desire. 

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i. you can’t help but drown in him. after all, you’re only a god, gasping for breath from your own damning immortality.

ii. his hands – smaller than yours, rougher, callused, burned by flames who’re cousins of your sun; his hands – inventor’s hands, creator’s hands, magician’s hands that breathe life into your body of flickering flames which licks everything into ashes; his hands that love every inch of you without flinching, that tease ichor from your blazing skin and leave marks where no one else has dared touch you.

iii. and you chase after him, but the closer you get to his waxy wings the faster he plummets into the sea.

iv. he drips wax patterns about your back. you didn’t mean to hurt him, didn’t mean for his skin to melt when your fingers explored him, didn’t mean to leave crimson hickeys that don’t fade into bruises, but you love when with each burning bite his breath hitches and his neck arches and you can’t help but feed on the golden lines of this godly mortal boy.

v. Zeus won’t answer your prayers. Zephyr howls in envy. Hyacinth curls around your still-beating heart and whispers destruction in your ear. burn, burn, burn, nothing can love your nuclear fission heart without death charring.

vi. and so you drip wax about your own fingertips and crash your chariot into the sea. “it was never meant to be,” his ghost breathes, so sweet through the hyacinth breeze, “we always die, and we always leave.”

how melt his heart, his wings | a.c. 

“Extras” Request Fic: Surfer AU

I finally got to the first of my “extras” requests/dusted off my writing hands, so here you are, @evil–isnt–born, an extra from my Surfer Killian AU! Side note, she wrote one in this universe for me and it is genuinely too good for me to handle, so be on the lookout for that if she chooses to post it.

The full morning sun is unrelenting, especially where the interior of her car is concerned. Every shard of light that cuts through the tangled trees lining the winding road flickers across her face, her arms, her thighs, warning her of the heat to come, but it’s a warning Emma finds herself easily distracted from. Thoughts of the day ahead of her are more than enough to drag her focus away.

She ran out of excuses a week ago. Her bills were paid, patient treatment plans written, apartment clean as it was ever going to be. Work’s slowing down, too — at least half of her patients are out of state for work conferences or vacations, and even Regina is beginning to get annoyed with her restlessness. Killian, on the other hand, has been waiting patiently for her to admit she’s ready for her first lesson. She can feel it every time a good morning text greets her when she wakes, every time he drops by her desk with the lunch she forgot to pack, every time they sit on the beach and watch the ocean swallow the sun.

He’d given her the choice between sunrise and the hour after her last appointment ended. Emma picked the latter, tricking herself into believing the extra time would help her prepare. Like the few wispy clouds that had greeted her from her bedroom window when she woke up, time slipped away. Now she’s parked in the beach access lot, no clouds to be seen, and she’s more nervous than ever.

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Creating a Healing Candle
  • Supplies:
    • A pillar candle (this can be a candle you yourself or one you purchased).
    • Various healing herbs (you can use whichever ones appeal to you) either fresh or dried.
      • Optional: white glue, any magickal healing oil, waxed paper
  • Notes: There a few different ways to do this, and some are simpler than others. You can experiment to see which one works best for you. A wide pillar candle often doesn’t burn all the way to the outside, so it might be good to use one of that type for this particular project.
  • Magickal Uses: Healing (although you can also use this
    same project to make other magickal candles, just substitute
    the appropriate herbs for that work).
  • Directions:
    • Spread your herbs out on a safe surface (waxed paper works well), spread a thin layer of white glue (such as Elmer’s glue) onto the sides of the candle, and roll the candle in the herbs.
      • If you don’t like the idea of using glue, you can either soften the candle wax slightly by heating it only until it softens (you don’t want to actually melt the candle) over a warm flame or burner, or melt a little bit of additional wax that you spread on the candle instead of the glue.
    • Roll the candle in the herbs as before.
      • Try carving symbols for healing (including the name or initials of whomever the candle is for) into the candle before applying the herbs. Or you can apply the melted wax in a pattern (such as a pentacle or a healing rune sign) and then add the herbs. You can also add a few drops of healing magickal oil to your herbs or anoint the candle with it once you are finished.
  • Afterwards: Once the wax or glue has dried, burn the candle as usual. Keep a careful eye on it to make sure that the herbs don’t smoke or burn as the candle is used.
    • Optional- Say the following spell while lighting the candle:
      I call upon the gods above
      In perfect trust, in perfect love
      I ask for health and energy
      Balanced and in synergy
      Healthy body, mind, and soul
      A perfect, balanced, healthy whole
      I pledge that I will do my part
      For healthy body, healthy heart
      Every day let health increase
      Until all signs of illness cea

Witchcraft on a Shoestring: Practicing the Craft Without Breaking Your Budget by Deborah Blake

the signs and aesthetics
  • Aries: campfires during the cold, the feeling of soft fabric, a creaking fan
  • Taurus: dusty books, matching clothes, the smell of candle wax
  • Gemini: patterned furniture, horror stories, shelves full of random items
  • Cancer: car lights in the rain, muffled music playing on an old radio from a motel, the view of dark clouds from a window
  • Leo: vintage perfume bottles, scented hand soap, walking alone at sunset
  • Virgo: gazing at the stars, old coffee shop decorations, detailed sweaters
  • Libra: glass reflecting rainbows, elegant hands, a comforting voice
  • Scorpio: shop bells ringing, the familiar feeling of a museum, looking out the public bus window
  • Sagittarius: antique decor, arts and crafts scattered on a table, a fish tank bubbling
  • Capricorn: spilled ink, shapes in the clouds, air planes late at night
  • Aquarius: the shining sun, empty airports, the feeling of being with a friend
  • Pisces: clinking glass, gentle breezes, fruit ripening on trees

Finally had to make time to get some glamor shots of the Apothecary Cabinet I was working on in January.

The best part of making this was the custom pattern veneers used for the drawer fronts. Made with Redwood, and I hope it shows I worked at getting the pattern to be a cohesive whole across all the drawers. The pulls are Rosewood. The drawers are finished with Tried&True Varnish/Oil blend and wax.

The case itself is White Oak, dyed Dark Mission Brown. The grain is highlighted with Liberon Black Patina wax and then a couple coats of Paste Wax. Ended up having a nice depth of color. One of my new favorite finishing techniques.

One of my best pieces to date, adding this to the portfolio. Hopefully will help me continue to get into better art shows.


cs fic: help me not to shake

This is for the lovely seastarved, who just needed Emma and Hook to talk. 

cs fic: help me not to shake

She’s started in on her second cup of coffee and he still hasn’t walked through the front door of the diner.

The formica and chrome are dull on a rainy spring morning, and she’s feeling somewhat muted herself. He’s usually here by now to comment on the bitterness of Granny’s brew, to rest his elbows and hang his head over his mug.

“I had to take Henry’s videogame away from him twice last night,” she would tell him.

“Let the lad have his fun,” he’d say and absently flip through the pages of the newspaper with creased brows and a hum of feigned understanding.

She’d snort and look at the last dregs at the bottom of her cup, waiting to swallow them at the same moment he finishes his own. “You don’t even know what a videogame is.”

“I don’t need to know what a viniogame is to know that the boy needs space to be a boy,” he would intone with a raised eyebrow. He’d complete the scene with a staged swig of his drink, and she would sigh but it would be a sound of happiness not aggravation.

But he’s not here, and he didn’t join her yesterday, so she tries not to think too much about it as she signals Ruby for a third cup.

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anonymous asked:

prompt: theres a crime scene at a bumblee farm thing and sherlock gets way ethusiastic about the bees and sorta forgets about the crime all together as he bounces around to all the different hives, dragging molly by the hand, much to the amusement/annoyance of others. xD

Thank you for this delightful little prompt, Nonny! I thought long and hard about this one and I hope it is to your taste! x


The Sweetest Thing

DI Lestrade exhaled with relief when a familiar black car pulled up into the driveway of the grand old estate they were in. The house, if you could call it that, was massive and it had so much land surrounding it, it felt like a country in its own right. 

“Sherlock,” he greeted, with a slight nod, “Oh, hello Molly, didn’t expect to see you here…”

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getinthefuckingjaeger  asked:


More of them? More of them?

Do you know what Graves has to put up with from the Kowalski spawn? Do you know how many various shades of pink and pastel blue (and that one month of violent blood red that still haunts him to this day) his nails have been painted? He’s had sparkly beads braided into his hair.

And you want more of them?

Graves didn’t realise what he was getting into at first, and maybe, maybe that was his fault. But come on - the spawn was tiny, her entire hand was the size of Graves’ finger, she blew him a spit bubble and called him “Nun-cle” in an adorable little lisp. Graves thought she was cute, like those stray crup puppies Newt brought home that one time.

The crup puppies alternately chewed his dressing gown and shat in his slippers, so he really should learn to be wary of cute things.

But! The spawn was cute. She had round cheeks and curly hair, and liked to sit on his knee and tangle her fingers in his scarf. And, maybe, he and Newt had been in Paris and there’d been this little boutique shop with these little pink dresses and he’d picked one up for her on the way.

And then, maybe, there’d been that doll with the ringlets in its hair and the lace frills on its clothes.

In Bolivia there are llamas, and brightly coloured ponchos with llamas knitted on them.

In China, silk, every colour under the sun and shimmering iridescent with more that are only seen by moonlight.

In Malaysia, batik wax-patterns of the most beautiful flowers imaginable.

Newt picks up stray creatures and stuffs them in his suitcase, but Graves picks up toys and clothes and picture books and slips them in his jacket pocket. There’s one two three spawn, and he can’t stop bringing them things now, they’ll be sad.

It’s emotional manipulation at its finest and they all practice it, even if the youngest is still too young to talk. He’ll learn. His sisters will make sure of it.

His sisters, who are currently barrelling towards him at unreasonable speed, socked feet sliding on the polished floor.

“Uncle Graves, quick! Come with me!” the younger spawn says, hauling him out of his chair and diving behind the sofa with him.

“Fiend!” the elder cries dramatically. “Dastardly evil fiend!”

“Um,” Graves says from where he’s crouched against the sofa.

“I’m kidnapping you,” is the matter-of-fact response. “You’re my ostrich.”


“It’s hostage, and don’t worry Uncle Graves, I’m an auror and I’m going to rescue you!”

Graves ends up hiding in the bath with a stuffed toy fire crab while his auror savior dramatically flings spells from a quill pen and and his devious kidnapper marshalls the puffskeins into an army.

More of them, maybe, would be ok. Maybe.

harryatburberry-deactivated2015  asked:

Okay so I've found a theory with in the three month cycle theory that you might want to consider. I noticed that one cycle is directed at the general public and aims to actually make a significant change to public perception. Then the following cycle consists of more lowkey things that only the fandom would pick up on, in order to reassure the fandom that things are really changing. For example, the weed video made serious headlines and was printed in newspapers. I'll send part two :)

(part two of the theory within the theory ask) even my grandparents knew about it, for gods sake. and then the next cycle (August-October) consisted of things like harry and jays wedding that never made headlines and an outsider wouldn’t even bat an eyelid at. but it was big news on the fandom. then the November-January cycle, we had don’t knock it till you try it, not that important etc which made headlines and made the general public question harrys sexuality. and now the February-April

(part three) phase we’re in again consists of smaller things that are only for the fandom like flying together and more stage interaction. it makes sense that May-July would be a cycle that changed public perception because there’s a two month break with no plans at the moment- perfect for seeding etc. I hope this was comprehensible and I don’t seem to be reaching too much- it made a lot more sense in my head. thanks for reading all of this! :)


Well, February’s not over yet, let’s wait until it’s over before we evaluate it. But yeah, that’s what I mean about how they’re targeting very different demographics–August was directed towards the fandom, November towards the wider public (also had an effect on the fandom). I’m not sure that I’d say they’re doing patterns of wax on wax off ala the karate kid–but yeah, pay attention to what the audiences for things are.