Candlelight spirits 🕯🔥

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Candlelight Spirits Lore:

First off, don't worry, that mouse can pop in and out of the lantern at will, it's not trapped :)

If there’s one thing candlelight spirits know, it’s that the best stories are the ones told in the light of flickering candles and around campfires. And so fire became the very essence of their being! They burn bright, curious and passionate, with an appetite for good tales.

Back when humans and magic folks were at war, they used to hide to listen to the stories of both sides, which was not always the easiest. As a fire elemental they could hide within the flames themselves, but in the face of interesting stories, it was terribly hard for them to not burst out of their hiding spot and ask a thousand questions.

But alas, that was what they had to do. Humans were wary of magic folks and creatures of any kind, and the magic folks did not like that the candlelight spirits would not disclose information about the humans.

But how could they pick sides when they have hearts that melt as easily as wax, and when they knew that if either side won, millions and millions of stories would be lost forever?

So for them, it was heaven when the Long War finally came to an end. There was an abundance of tales like never before, and they did not need to hide any longer.

However, as society started to advance, the introduction of electricity and magic lights ended up thinning out the opportunities they had in the end. And even more sadly for them, storytelling was no longer the primary method of entertainment, at least not in the same way.

From a time where fire was the source of all light in the night, to one where it’s rarely used at all… The poor spirits are nowhere near as common now, given that their presence is tied to the flames, which act as portals for them to come into the same plane as us.

But they persist! Because as long as there are people, there will be good stories to tell.

And if you want to find them, your best bet is arranging a cosy candlelit dinner or campfire night with loved ones, or you can go to a temple or church, or sometimes even a restaurant – any place where there’s always some kind of fire burning.

However, tragically enough, candlelight spirits are banned from the places they adore the most; libraries. This is for understandable reasons, as they cannot control their flames, unlike other flame elementals such as stove bunnies. After all, they came into existence at a point in history when books had not even been invented yet, and fire was what brought people together. And yes, sadly this ban applies even to candlelight spirits in the protective casing of a lantern.

An endearing fact about the candlelight spirits is that they’re shapeshifters from birth, their forms flickering between different shapes much like the flames themselves, but at some point their bodies become stable and stop shifting. In the end they take on the form of whichever character first truly resonated with them. So for that reason it is very common to see candlelight spirits resemble storybook characters, or a storyteller’s loved one.

Sometimes this can be a little bit strange for those who tell their stories to suddenly come face to face with a tiny version of a member of their family or beloved, but it’s usually strangely soothing.

Some who have had these little spirits take on the appearance of their loved ones who’s passed say that instead of being upset, it makes them cherish the memory of that person even more. After all, they took on that form out of sheer love for the person they were in the storyteller’s heart, rather than being disrespectful to their memory.

The candlelight spirits are also excellent storytellers themselves! Who wouldn’t be after listening to so many tales for decades and even centuries?

And they share those stories with joy, which is why a lot of the time historians in particular love them, even though stories are just stories and may not be entirely truthful. But regardless, they’re a goldmine of information from the past.

However, as much as historians love listening to the tales of the candlelight spirits, the love isn’t always mutual. They’re more than happy to tell their stories, but they’re not as excited to hear what the historians have for them. Why? Because they’ve already heard those stories long ago, over and over again, and more accurately too. So they would rather be somewhere else.

Or at least that’s how it used to be. Because in a plot twist this caused a lot of historians (and academics in general) to turn into absolute party animals and adventurers and extroverts in general to appease the spirits’ appetite for good stories so they’d hang around more. It’s to the point that the history department in any given university now has a reputation to be the wildest one there is.

(Please note, this is not to imply historians are boring, I know few people who are more interesting than folks with a passion for history😂)

Valentine’s Day (Tom Branson x y/n)

CONTENTS: smut (not to much I cut away) ⚠️ Fluff, kissing.

AUTHORS NOTE 📝: I worked really hard on this. It’s longer than most of the things I write. It was harder to make than the others and I put more effort into it so please like 👍

(Toms pov)

the servants hall is bustling with people chatting over breakfast. There was a significant increase in the amount of mail everyone got.

“why is there so much mail on a Tuesday?” mrs. Hughes questioned

“it’s saint Valentine’s Day” mr. Carson answered

“for you mr. Branson” said the kitchen maid daisy handing me a letter. I looked at the letter and saw the lovely writing of y/n. I decided that I would go into the hallway to read it. It read:

my love,

Happy Valentine’s Day. I think of you every moment of the day. Soon we will be able to be together in front of everyone. But I hope tonight you will come to my room at after dinner. I love you ever so

Sincerely, y/n

I blushed y/n wanted me to visit her tonight! On Valentine’s Day! I have been in a secret relationship for at least 2 years now. We were madly in love with each other. But we both knew we wanted to be more than just an affair. Her parents were trying to set her up with sir Richard Carlisle but she hated him. She was trying to find the right time to tell her parents about us. Anna saw me smiling at the letter in the hallway.

“got a sweetheart mr. Branson?” She joked.

“I suppose so” I chuckled smiling

(Y/n’s pov)

That day I was very excited for it was Valentine’s Day. Not because of the fancy dinners or gifts from suitors. And I did have many suitors who gave me extravagant gifts. But because I was going to see Tom tonight. I knew that so when I got ready for dinner I decided to put on one of my best and favorite dresses. So When tom came to your room he would see you after dinner he would see you like this.

This is the dress you choose. (I love it so much)

The dress perfectly hugged my waist and showed my breasts prominently. I even asked anna to do my hair in a special way.

(Your hair is like this with the clip in it like rose from titanic. This shows that y/n is more adventurous bc it was the norm to have your hair up back then)

Feeling confident in my look I went into the drawing room “ah y/n! You look nice.” Mama said as I sat down in the armchair

“Thank you” I replied smiling because today I did put in more of an effort.

“oh? Trying to attract more suitors are we” granny said chuckling. I decided to ignore her remark

“dinner is served malady” Carson said coming into the room. We all filed out of the drawing room to the dining room. Dinner went smoothly. Mrs. patmore had prepared a delicious dinner.

”but y/n there are plenty of young rich suitors out there and your not getting any younger” granny violet said

but grandmama I don’t want to marry for a title I want to marry for love. What’s so wrong with that?”

“well there’s nothing wrong with that unless your marring a servant” papa joked

the rest of the dinner went by smoothly. But I couldn’t really listen to them talk. All I could think about was Tom. The way he held me. The way he kissed me. And finally the dinner was over. I decided to go upstairs early and tell them that I wasn’t feeling well. That way i wouldn’t need Anna to undress me. And I went into my room.

(Toms pov)

it was late but I was wide awake. All I had been able to think about today was y/n. I looked to make sure no one was there and then made my way to her room by candlelight 🕯

I opened the door to see her sitting down on her bed in her dinner dress. She looked absolutely breathtaking. She looked like Aphrodite herself.I smiled at her and she smiled back “ hello love” I say

“Oh tom” she said rushing into my arms “I love you” and we shared a very passionate kiss

“ I want to tell them about us.”

“what” I say pulling away. A bit taken a back at first.

“they want me to marry soon. And I choose you”

I felt like I was going to cry of joy! “Love, I have been waiting for you to say that for 2 years.” I said “when should we tell them?”

“tomorrow I think. It will be quite a shock but we need to not back down”

(Y/n pov)

I kissed him fiercely and unlike before my kisses weren’t just full of love I want more. Tom could tell this and pushed me back “we’re not married yet. Y/n no matter how much I want to it we’re not married” he said also fighting the urge to kiss back. He wanted it just as much as her.

“we’re to be wed. And we’re in love isn’t that enough” I said looking at him

he didn’t respond and instead closed the gap in between us with his lips. He pushed me on the bed started sucking my neck. It felt so good that I let out a moan. He helped me take my dress off as I unbottoned his shirt. My dress took much longer to take off then his shirt. But when it was finally off he just starred at me with his mouth agape. I covered myself insucure.

“no love” he said reaching up to caress my cheek. “Your beautiful”

-skip cus yk what happened next 🍋🍋🍋-

when I wake up I am on my silk sheets in my bed naked next to Tom Branson. Luckily it was still night and he could get away. It was around 3 am so the staff wouldn’t be up yet.

“Tom” I said slightly shaking him

“what love?”

“you have to go” I said with a sad look on my face “I wish you could stay”

he kissed my hand and got up. He picked his clothes off the floor and got dressed.

“I’m sorry to say you won’t get much sleep”

“I wouldn’t sleep for a week if it meant I could spend another night with you” he turned to me smiling while buttoning up his shirt. I slowly walked over to the door to give him a goodbye kiss. But my legs were shaking and I was heavily sore so I had to lean against the wall and Tom.

“goodbye darling” I said with my hands around his neck and I gave him one last goodbye kiss. “Tomorrow we tell the world” and we both smiled. I looked as he peered out the door to make sure no one was there. And then slipped away quietly into the hallway.

I hope you guys liked it I worked really hard on this one and it was hard to write. But I had fun and happy Valentine’s Day! This took me a long time.

Ty for reading

Reading by candlelight 🕯

OTPTOBER - CANDLELIGHT

Oh my beloved idiots 😄 so this one is a bit different! It is a band AU where Lux is the drummer. I have a whole big version of that from when she joins (instead of Bob) and going forward. This is set during the recording of The Black Parade. I dunno if it will get placed into the larger story or just be a random one-off, but I thought it was cute. And besides, they're MY otp, and I say they get to be soulmates in whatever scenario I want them in!

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"Are you fuckin kidding me," Lux groaned as the lamp on her bedside table flickered and then went out. She reached out, feeling around for her lighter before fumbling to light it and igniting the candle sitting beside the lamp. 

She was just about to settle back into her book when a soft knock made her jump halfway out of her skin. "Yea?" She called out tentatively. 

The door opened slowly and Mikey poked his head around. "Did you lose power too?"

"No, I just read by candlelight for the aesthetic."

"Oh," he looked confused for a moment. 

"I'm kidding!" Lux laughed. "Do you wanna come in?"

Mikey nodded, shutting the old wooden door behind him. "Why do you have candles anyway?"

"After that second unexplained power outage, I decided that it would be a smart investment. Which begs the question, who decided that an old ass mansion that frequently loses power would be a great place for a recording studio?"

"I dunno," Mikey replied, sitting at the foot of her bed. "But I'm ready to get out of here."

"Are you," Lux paused, unsure of how to ask her question, until she just decided that straight forward would be the best option. "Are you okay?"

Mikey looked at his hands on his lap, a silence hanging between them. "Not really," he finally said. 

"Oh Mikes," she replied, just above a whisper. She climbed out from under her blanket and sat next to him. She wrapped her arm around his waist and he let his head fall to her shoulder. 

"Gerard has just been so… lost in this album so I didn't have anyone else to talk to. I didn't wanna bother you or anybody else with it."

"I can't speak for everyone, but I can say you can always come to me. I might not be able to, I dunno, express my feelings well, but I can always listen to you and yours."

"Thanks," he mumbled. They sat in silence for a while longer until Mikey finally spoke up again. "Hey Lux?"

"Sup?"

"Do you believe in ghosts?"

Lux's eyebrows shot up in surprise as the candle on her bedside table flickered. "Umm, depends on how hard you're gonna judge me for my answer."

"I won't," he replied.

"Umm, yea, I do. I did even before we came here, but now I really do."

Mikey sat up and looked at her, eyes wide. "Same!"

"The power just doesn't go out like this,  even in old houses!" She exclaimed. 

"And I've seen shadows,  out of the corner of my eye. At first I thought it was because of the lasik, but now I don't think so."

"Should we get an ouija board and ask them to leave us alone while we're here?" Lux asked. 

But before Mikey could reply, the candle on her nightstand went out. Both let out yelps of fear, as they grabbed for each other.

As Lux started to calm down, she realized how tightly Mikey was holding her, not just to comfort himself, but to protect her. 

"Are you ok?" He asked, as he stroked her hair.

She pulled back slightly and tried to look up at him before remembering it was pitch black in the room. 

"Yea, I'm ok," she breathed. Suddenly the lamp lit up again, and light from the hallway could be seen from the crack under her door. That's when Lux realized how close she really was to Mikey. 

"I should let you get back to your reading," he said, not letting her go even a little. 

"You can stay," she replied, almost too eagerly she realized. "I mean, in case the power goes out again, I do have candles after all."

Mikey nodded. "That's a good idea. Safety in numbers too."

"Exactly," she said, finally pulling away from him and climbing back up the bed. She rearranged the pillows before patting the spot next to her. Mikey smiled and climbed under the blanket and was finally able to sleep for the first time in days. 

157 of 2023

Are you old-fashioned? [True or False]

Created by joybucket

You own a homemade patchwork quilt. You own a piece of antique furniture. ....that was passed down from a grandparent or great-grandparent. You wash the dishes by hand, because you don't own a dishwasher. You've churned your own butter. 🧈 You've made your own ice cream. 🍨 You've used a juicer. You've churned your own apple cider. 🍎 You own a VCR. You own video cassette tapes. 📼 You still use a camcorder. 📹 You don't use a computer every day. You don't spend very much time on your phone. You still own a dumbphone. You prefer in-store shopping to online shopping. 🛒 You don't use a calculator to do simple math. You use an abacus instead of a calculator. 🧮 You still sweep your floor with a broom. 🧹 You still clean your floor with a mop. You rake your own leaves instead of using a leaf blower. 🍁 🪠 You don't own a car. 🚗 Your TV looks like this. 📺 When you were growing up, there was a TV in your home that looked like this. 📺 You've used a phone that looks like this. ☎️ You still use a phone that looks like this. ☎️ You've worn pantyhose. You've worn a hoop skirt. You've worn a poodle skirt. 🐩 You've worn bellbottoms. You still own a pair of bellbottoms. You've used a cheese grater. 🧀 You own a record player. You've purchased a record from a record store. You still own cassette tapes. You still listen to cassette tapes. You own a handheld radio. 📻 You still use AAA or AA batteries for something. You own a battery-opened flashlight. 🔦 You don't own a laptop. 💻 You've written with a quill pen dipped in ink. 🪶 You've written in calligraphy. You know how to speak Latin, Hebrew, or Greek. You've worn a toga. You've worn a wreath on your head. You've ridden a horse to work. You've driven a horse-drawn carriage. You've gone for a ride on a horse-drawn carriage. You've milked a cow. 🐄 You've mended clothing. 🧵 🪡 You've sewn your own clothing. 🧵 🪡 You own a sewing machine. You listen to oldies music. 🎶 You still own and wear a fanny pack. You've worn a fanny pack before. You've worn a fanny pack while on vacation. You own a clapping lamp. You've used an outhouse. There is a lace doily on your dining room table. You grew up watching The Brady Bunch. 📺 You own a wooden hope chest. There is a chandelier hanging above your dining room table. You've read a book by candlelight. 🕯 📖 The church you attend has stained glass windows. There are lace curtains on your windows. 🪟 You like old-fashioned keys. 🗝 You've recently written a letter to someone. ....and sent it via snail mail. You keep a handwritten journal. 📔 You've baked bread by hand. 🍞 You enjoy kneading bread dough. You make paper lists. 📝 You own at least one board game. You've played a board game recently. You own a deck of cards. 🃏 You've played a card game recently. You'd rather cook your own food than buy food that comes in a box. You have the phone numbers of your family and friends memorized. You own an iron with an ironing board. You've recently ironed an article of clothing. 👚 You've recently given someone a handwritten note. You own a set of thank you cards. You enjoy thrift shopping. You wear a lot of hand-me-downs and/or thrifted clothing. You keep an old-fashioned address book. You still check out books from your local library. 📚 You have a library card. You write down your favorite recipes on recipe cards. You have a calendar hanging on your wall. You write down important dates on a calendar. You still use liquid nail polish. 💅 You print out your pictures and put them in photo albums or scrapbooks. You own a wooden rocking chair. You've recently sat in a wooden rocking chair. You own a rag doll. You own a porcelain doll. You read the newspaper each week. 📰 You smoke cigars. Your front door has an attached doorknocker. You own a hardcover copy of your favorite book. 📕 You own a dictionary. You own a thesaurus. You enjoyed this survey.

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#SpiritualSunday: Advent Season of “Advent” (PART 1) During the darkest days of winter, Christians prepare for one of their religion’s most important holidays during the season of Advent. Lasting roughly four weeks, it’s a season of candlelight, reflection, and expectation—a chance to get ready for Christmas, the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ. Advent gets its name from adventus, the Latin word for “arrival.” As the Christian church solidified in the fifth century A.D., so did traditions around December 25. Historians have tracked the first formal Advent celebrations to northern Italy, where churchgoers observed a weeks-long preparation for Christmas that involved fasting, prayer, and reflection on Christian values. Eventually, that preparation became known as Advent. By the sixth century, Christians in France celebrated a five-week “St. Martin’s Lent” that included fasts and abstaining from se*u*l intercourse leading up to Christmas. Advent is now considered the first season of the liturgical year, the church’s annual cycle of feast days and Scripture readings. Much like their ancestors, modern Christians see it as a season of preparation in honor of Christ. Advent is celebrated on four consecutive Sundays, beginning on the Sunday closest to November 27th this year or *every 3rd or last week of November yearly and ending on December 24, Christmas Eve. Have a blessed Advent Sunday to everyone! 🙏🏻🎄🕯 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cldwn03SNtP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

🕯reading books by candlelights

For the micro story prompts: 12. candles 🕯 or 49. nightfall 🌃 with the necromancer☠️??? I love the voice you write for them!!!

1.5k words about the necromancer and henry bc they intrigue me

Los Angeles may be the City of Angels, but its summers were hotter than hell.

The heat was oppressive, burning the air and turning it stale even as the sun settled low near the horizon line. Everybody across the county, maybe even the whole lower part of the state, reacted the same way. Windows were pushed open as far as they could go in a desperate attempt to funnel any slightly cooler air through security bars and cut up bug screens. Shirts and pants were shed in favor of underwear and blankets were discarded on the floor as people settled into bed. If the nighttime air wasn’t enough, and it wasn’t, then AC units were pushed to their breaking point, with every device across every home and apartment building straining to keep up with the heat.

You were in a no different position. Nightfall brought little relief, but you dutifully opened every window and stripped to your undergarments as you tried to ignore the stench of sweat that had adhered itself to your skin. Running your head under the tiny kitchen sink of your studio apartment helped somewhat, leaving rivulets of water running down your back as readied yourself for bed. Your upstairs neighbors, most likely their young kids, were shaking the ceiling, rattling your collection of knickknacks as you pulled back the covers and reached for your deskside lamp.

You didn’t need to. The light flickered off before you could turn the knob.

A cacophony of sighs and obscenities permeated through your thin walls as every air conditioner in the complex switched off, the weight of their collective strain finally catching up to them. The darkness was no matter, however, you were going to bed anyways. You blinked your eyes closed and turned to get comfortable, doing your best to block out the screaming kid a few feet directly above your face. 

You should have remembered that you were you. After a few moments of strained silence, you sat up and pulled yourself out of bed. Blackouts like this happened often enough that you kept a few lighters and candles on hand. You brought a candle out of your stash, a small gardenia-scented one that you had snatched from your brief stint as a Bath & Body Works cashier. It did the job well enough, and a tiny amount of warm light illuminated your corner of the room.

Shit. You rubbed your neck, grimacing at the sticky residue it left on your hands. Insomnia was a curse, but insomnia without electricity to power your television or provide lighting for your increasingly growing pile of failed hobbies was a fresh hell. Maybe you could light a few more candles and pretend that you were some Regency-era romantic protagonist who had to read by candlelight for historical accuracy. The noise around your apartment didn’t lend well to that fantasy, however.

You picked up the candle and stumbled towards the kitchen. If you were lucky, the power would come on soon and the only headache would be resetting the time on your microwave. If it went on for too long, though, it would burn through everything perishable you had in your fridge. Better to get a head start on that coffee-flavored ice cream before it could meet that tragic fate.

A noise near your door stopped you in your tracks. It wasn’t like the steady complaining or fumbling you heard around you as everyone tried to find their collection of candles and flashlights. No, it was a scraping sound, one right at your door. One that you were familiar with.

You set the candle down on your small dining table and dropped into a crouch, inching towards the door with your hands balled into fists. Your pocket knife was somewhere else in the room, probably lost in your discarded jeans pockets, but you wouldn’t need it if you were quick.

The door creaked open, and the intruder entered, submerged in shadow as they stepped into the threshold of your home. You waited a few moments for them to close the door silently behind them before you lept out from your dark corner. You threw yourself straight into their torso, knocking them to the floor with a loud grunt. Within moments your arm was around their warm throat. 

You tried to squeeze, but a burst of electricity trailed from the base of your spine to your limbs, paralyzing you before you could move. The intruder pulled your arm off of them and let you drop to the floor. Pain shot up your shoulder as you hit the ground, but the muscles in charge of your mouth didn’t allow you to make a sound.

“Seriously, kid?” Henry pulled himself to his feet and straightened his jacket, because apparently demons weren’t affected by the heat like normal folk. You could only loosely trail your eyes after him as he strutted around your apartment. “Do we need to brush up on your self-defense skills?”

After a few moments of you not answering, Henry must have remembered that you were still in the room. He snapped, and the paralysis that held you fell away, causing you to flop against the floor as you tried to regain your fine motor skills. “You picked my lock?” you managed to shout after a few labored breaths.

“If I knocked on the door, would you have answered?” You ignored Henry’s outstretched hand and pulled yourself to your feet, the residual effects of his technique causing your muscles to twitch. Henry shrugged beelined to your kitchen. “Want something to drink?”

“Please, make yourself at home,” you scoffed as you stumbled to the table. Henry grabbed a cup from your cabinet and opened the freezer. He paused as he extracted the ice tray. “Why do you have a Ziploc bag of frozen mice in your freezer?”

“For reasons. Why do you care?” He should know to expect your necromantic eccentricities after all of these years. You plopped down on one of your mismatched dining chairs, arms crossed as you watched him struggle to pop an ice cube from the tray. “Whatever you want from me, the answer is no.”

Finally victorious against the ice cube, Henry filled the cup up with tap water. He let it fill for a few moments, watching the uninterrupted darkness outside. “There’s a job,” he eventually murmured. “I’ve been hired to steal a body from the police precinct. Pay’s good, if you’re behind on rent.”

“I just said I’m not interested.” The gall of this asshole. Apparently listening to your previous sarcastic statement, Henry pulled the chair opposite from you out and sat down, his legs spread fall apart. “Henry, I have a job now, ok? I’m going legit, and I’m not blindly walking into whatever deathtraps you’ve managed to get yourself hired for.” Not deathtraps for you, but for whoever had the misfortune of being Henry’s foe. He had taken advantage of your childhood naivety and eagerness for any familial relationship for far too long. If he wanted a lackey to clean up his messes, then he’d need to find somebody else. “Now, can you get the fuck out of my apartment?”

“Freezer looked pretty empty,” he said instead, dark eyes glimmering in the candlelight. “So what’s the job, huh? Or have you lost it already? Be honest with yourself, you can’t hold onto any job that doesn’t have you in combat or life-or-death situations.”

“I don’t know. Retail is basically combat.” You couldn’t meet his glowing eyes. Of course he had found his way right to the truth. Money was tight ever since you had put your foot down during your last blood-soaked mission and cut ties with him for the umpteenth time. Henry, as awful and neglectful as he was, never allowed you to starve, and no job had ever held your attention like exorcism and theft. A drop of sweat rolled down your temple to your cheek.

Henry leaned forward, causing the table to creak under his weight. “Job’ll be a hell of a lot more complicated if I do it alone. Your involvement would avoid any bloodshed, since you’re apparently so squeamish about that now.” The ice cubes jostled in the cup as he brought it to his lips. “Easiest route is to have that corpse walk itself right out of the door.”

You could ask him the details of who hired him and why, and hell, he might even tell you. Maybe it was some powerful sorcerer with skin chock-full of cursed energy, or maybe it was a John Doe who somebody wanted to keep unidentified. It could even be a case of organ harvesting. The more you thought about it, the less you wanted to do it, but the thought of replacing all of the groceries in your melted fridge was even more unappealing.

You reached across the table and snatched the cup from his hands before bringing it to your lips and taking a long drink. Henry’s face split into a wide grin, his coffee-stained teeth afire under the candlelight. “So,” you finally said after you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, “what’s the pay?”

Hello book dragons! It has been a quite simi peaceful Monday, so before things get crazy I wanted to hop in here and say hello! 🍂🍁🍄🕯🍄🍁🍂 Also how beautiful is this Tsundoku candle from @blueforestblackmoon ? This candle was made in collaboration with @bryanhoardsbooks a fellow rep of mine. And guys this candle is amazing! 10/10 recommended! Right now the shop is a bit bare as Sarah is preparing all the Romeo abs Juliet candles so keep on eye out on my stores for updates on those. 🍁🍂🍄🕯🍄🍂🍁 Did you guys know that @blueforestblackmoon is hosting a book clubs starting this month? Current we are going to be reading A River enchanted by @beccajross ! I honestly can’t wait to dove into this story. And if your like me and want a signed and personalized copy you can order one form @littleshopofstories (till February 14!) they do ship international if the need is there too! 🍁🍂🍄🕯🍄🍂🍁 #thedarklibrarians #thedarklibrariansread #rebeccaross #ariverenchanted #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #booksbooksbooks #booksbooksandmorebooks #booksandcandles #candles #candlesofinstagram #candlesandcandles #candlesglamour #candlelover #candlelight https://www.instagram.com/p/CZr_IniJo53/?utm_medium=tumblr

Fem wenzhou week has begun! I’ve prepared fics for (almost) every day!

In the Flickering Candlelight  🕯 tyk wenzhou 🕯 rated T, 4.7k 🕯 day 1: fated meeting / role reversal au

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hi bri! 🎳 daily check in time! 🎳

i had a great day todayy! my friends and i got our routine testing done on campus and we noticed they were having a big sale on posters, prints, and tapestries!! i picked out four posters that i loved and i’m SO excited about them! (i’ll send in pictures tmr bc i haven’t had the energy to put them up on the wall yet lmfao)

after that, we went bowling!! i feel like i’m pretty decent and i actually managed to win one game out of the three we played?? i was very proud of myself 😌

my friends and i ate at in-n-out and i’ve just been chilling out at home since then!! i got a bit of work done, managed to draw a s4 ian, and i think i’m gonna turn in early tonight because i have to wake up at 6 am tmr 🤢

alsooo i’ve just been staring at your new art which is GORGEOUS btw. your style is so colorful and diverse and cooool, ughhhh. i love it ❤️

how was your day??

hi twisha!! ahh i’m so glad you had a good day ☀️ i’m honestly impressed that your school is doing routine testing! i’m used to things 100% based on the honesty policy and hopes & prayers 🙃 poster sale my beloved!! i cannot wait to see the ones you chose 😍 bowling!! 🎳 i haven’t been in so long but yesterday i was literally just talking to my roommate about how bad i am at it lmaooo. winning 1/3 is very impressive 😌 i’ve only had in-n-out once but now it reminds me of cg ian and mickey and ian’s early trips to LA <33 s4 ian art 🥰 also plot twist (kinda?) — my ‘new’ art is actually from last year but i just re-edited it for sara’s side blog 🥲 still my art tho!! so i very much appreciate your kind words!

my day was pretty eventful! so my mom is super into the vampire diaries and yesterday she finally bought some 'brother's bond' bourbon, which is the brand the actors created -- and i'm so happy for her :') she looked so cute cheesing in a picture next to the bottle <33

today i found a grocery store closer to my house today and that was exciting! truly! and it had everything i needed <3

then there was a power outage! for the whole neighborhood! so i ended up taking a shower in the dark and then did some reading by candlelight. felt like jo in little women with all the autumn 19th century vibes. it was cute seeing my neighbors with their flashlights and candles. everyone meeting outside in the Dad Stance with their hands on their hips trying to figure out what's wrong :') my roommate and i took advantage of the no electricity/internet and actually planted some mums in the front of our house!

enjoy these pictures of a cool leaf i found, a squirrel sprawled out on a branch, and my candlelit study vibes 🕯

off to wander and read by candlelight🕯

We’ve been without power AND cell service since the big storm hit our area yesterday afternoon!! Thankfully the only outside connection we had was via my hand-crank radio!! We have cell service now which is a relief. The house is getting chilly but our spirits are warm….we made the best of it by playing board games and reading by candlelight!! 🕯 #stormstayed #makethebestofit #bepositive #canalwaysbeworse (at West Kelowna) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWV47O1p7fJ3ji5Ztx-pLKPj74OSH2epzkTRwk0/?utm_medium=tumblr