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TWENTY ONE PILOTS: (because there are only two members in this band, i will do them individually, then do the overall, then the album candles and then my top 3 song scents)

tyler joseph: (tyler joseph's bandle is for making the smallest, most crowded, hottest spaces turn into a free atmosphere. the color of this particular bandle is a tropical strawberry pink, and it is a simple, medium-heighted pillar, about an inch thick. the wax in this candle is of the softer type, the density is lighter than most. it distinctly smells of grass, strawberries, daffodils, and a bit of crushed pine needles.) 

  a spring picnic, bubbling strawberry lemonade and fresh daffodils. lying in the slightly damp grass under a sky full of stars, falling asleep to the song of the breeze. losing yourself in a forest, losing yourself to an adventure in the treetops, just to watch the dawn bleed across the sky in a ripple of gold feathers.

josh dun: (josh dun's bandle is more like a soft hearth, something to fill up all your empty spaces with warmth. it makes large, cold rooms turn into a place to curl up and write, or maybe just get out a good cry. this candle is a sweet cinnamon-sugar color, a shorter square of wax with a slightly tapering top. this one is about two and a half inches thick, the wax being a bit harder and heavier than the tyler bandle's. it smells distinctly of cinnamon, chocolate, fresh linens.)

  a midnight cuddle with your pet kitty and a cup of cinnamon hot cocoa while it rains outside. building a blanket fort with your lover and losing yourself in an imaginary adventure in the soft, rosy light of various strung lights.

twenty one pilots: (the twenty one pilots bandle is a half-and-half of scarlet and aquamarine, pretty short, and in a domed cylinder shape of about one and a half inches. the wax is slightly soft, and is slightly dense. it is the kind of candle that lights up all the dark places and will always be there for you. it smells distinctly of the forest, the ocean, bonfire smoke, and an apple orchard, all packed into one.)

  there is only one way to describe this candle; it is your long-distance best friend and close-by white knight, all packed into one.

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twenty one pilots (self-titled): (the self-titled album's bandle is an oceanic stone-blue cylinder, tall and about one half inch thick, with carvings of waves running up and down the sides. the wax is extremely hard, and this candle makes your bones seem so pleasantly cold, your senses heightened to the point of total awareness. it smells distinctly of the ocean and rain.)

  raising your face to the light rain and letting it wash away your regrets. skimming the foaming ocean water with your fingertips, and letting that cold sink bone-deep into your body. brushing your lips over damp skin, letting someone else just hold you. the smoky scent of bonfires sinking into your clothes. the salt lightly crusting your skin in swirling patterns of ocean spray. feeling the tears hug your face after a good, long cry in salty tracks. losing who you are, falling into darkness, then finding yourself again.

regional at best: (this album's bandle is a very, very short, two inch thick cylinder encased in a silver dish. it is a translucent pearly white candle, the wax very soft and very light. this is meant to bring an industrial feeling about, something to make you feel anchored in present time. it smells distinctly of metal, ink, paper, clips, and discoveries.)

 sitting down in white, clean light, and writing down two pages of feelings. weight lifted from shoulders, shared secrets, holding hands. exploring yourself, or exploring someone else. exploring a forest or exploring a city. bright, shining lights, cutting through the dark. the buzz of people, the buzz of excitement. the buzz of meeting new friends, the buzz of seeing the city in a whole different light. the buzz of going to sleep happy. the buzz of going forward. the buzz of living in the now.

vessel: (this album's bandle is a round ball of flexible-yet-hard wax, a mix of dark purples, rich navys, subtle teals, and bright blues, all speckled with dots of white, like stars in a galaxy. it's the kind of candle that's mysteriously familiar, neither good nor bad. it's the kind that fights the dark with a white brilliance, because it's either fight or die. it smells distinctly of violets and fear, desperate love and a hint of blood.)

  weeks and weeks of sleepless nights, arms like blank canvases, a knife like a paintbrush, blood like paint. devouring darkness looming over you. the sun disappearing, hope disappearing. bottles of stolen pills, forced sleep, constant fear. a bright spot, finding out you love someone, then it all goes dark again. filling the bathwater to it's brim. slowly submerging. water filling lungs. water leaving lungs. second chances. fresh starts. new night skies. skies that embrace, not devour. dissolving fear.

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holding on to you: metal, clean sunlight streaming through musty glass windows, citrus, old grand pianos, velvet stage curtains, smoke.

(smells distinctly of mothballs, citrus, and smoke.)

guns for hands: sweaty, dark basements, blaring music, packed crowds, moshpits, gunmetal, acid sulfur, fresh air, clean light, tall buildings, massive falls.

(smells distinctly of corroded metal, daffodils, and trees.)

ode to sleep: tears, sweat, desperate cries, crazy grins, metallic blood, choking darkness, blazing light, new beginnings, sad endings, apologies.