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[strawberryfloofs]

Lights Out (CG Sun and Moon x Little Reader) (part 1/3)

You didn’t really know how you got to this point, but eventually you made it to Superstar Daycare all by yourself, even with your baby brain! The colorful slide welcomed you with big letters as you decided to slide down, giggling as you landed in the ballpit and a certain sun-themed animatronic jumped off his stage! “New friend! Hello there! What are you doing here? It’s been so long since we’ve seen a new kiddo!” Sundrop picked you up, tilting his head with joy as he walked through the ballpit and onto the daycare’s floor. “Sunny!” You babbled, knowing his name since there was no way you’d miss it with all the posters outside the daycare. I mean c’mon! He’s the main star, literally. “Yes! That’s me, Sundrop! Gosh you’re so smart~ Ooh- Do you like glitter glue?!” The sun-themed animatronic beamed. You nodded lots, glitter glue was soooo pretty! Sundrop was ecstatic to hear that, so he quickly put you on your feet and gave you the task of picking from one of 4 seats to sit in at the arts and crafts table he set up. You glanced at them all, noting how there was a yellow, blue, pink, and green option- but you ended up choosing to sit at the pink one. You glanced around to see where Sunny went, but you couldn’t spot him at all. Maybe he went to get the glitter glue and other arts stuffs? The table you were sitting at was pretty empty after all, other than a couple pieces of paper and crayons, nothing was there. Suddenly, bells could be heard and you looked up to see the sun-themed animatronic skipping towards you, with a clear bin in his hands that held all types of glitters, glues, googly eyes, and everything you could ask for! “Superstar~ I’m back!” He sang, setting the bin on the table, and then kneeling next to you, “Okay! Let’s try to make a dinosaur! It can be any type you’d like, a T-Rex, Pterodactyl, Triceratops, whatever you’d like!” “And thennnn, we’ll make the outline of glitter glue, color it in, and put some googly eyes on it! Doesn’t that sound like SOO much fun friend?!” The animatronic had so much energy that it was making you both excited and giggle! “Otaysss! I doeses!” You reply, quickly starting to make a brachiosaurus outline with glitter glue. You were successful, but when you were done, you had a lot left over and was kinda curious if it would taste as good as it looked… So you put a big glob on your hand and brought it towards your mouth… But you felt metallic fingers wrap around your arm and pull it away, followed by a sigh, “Sunbeam, you can’t eat the glitter glue! It’s not edible!” He explained, his voice getting a little high-pitched. Upset with his response, you decided you’d reply with a simple, “otay!” and when he let your arm back down, you tried to bring it to your mouth again, but this time faster! Stll, you were unsuccessful and you could hear Sundrop make confused sounds and groan, which made you giggle! “Okay, we’re learning a new word today! Indigestion-” The sun-themed animatronic spoke slowly, starting with a kind tone before changing to a quicker, more annoyed one, “That’s how you get it!” He pulled a napkin out of…somewhere, you weren’t quite sure, maybe it just appeared out of nowhere! But he cleant the glue off your hand and pushed the glitter glue away from you, handing you some crayons to color your dino in wit, which you happily did so! Picking out and using the prettiest colors for your dino, you finished it and he glued on the googly eyes for you, saying you lost glue privileges today. You looked at your now, finished dinosaur and decided to name them…Zoey and that you’d show Zoey to Sundrop! “Sunny! Dis Zoey da dino!” You held it up in his face, happily kicking your legs out of excitement. He tilted his head multiple times before grabbing it, “Ho Ho! This is amazing superstar! I am so proud of what you made!” His praise made you all warm, fuzzy, and happy inside, so you happily clapped and smiled.

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[happyk44]

It should've been weirder.

That was the ongoing thought that ran through his head the last few days. It should've been weirder.

New Rome and Camp Jupiter tried to be as self-sustaining as they could, but it wasn't like they could completely cut themselves off from the rest of civilization. They had needs to provide for. Ceres' children operated a small farm just outside the city and they would sell vegetables year round. It wasn't much but it helped bolster their economy. Other than that, they were very lucky to receive subsidies from the gods to help.

The benefits of having all their children stuck in one place, Jason guessed.

At first, he didn't know why Pluto stopped sending them money though. Sure, they still had assistance from the others but Pluto was the god of wealth. His assistance was far greater than what the others could, and did, provide.

But for whatever reason they had been unceremoniously dumped out of the god's good graces and were floundering. Maintenance supplies were running thin. The farm wasn't producing as well as it normally was in the blanket heat wave that was going on.

Training had decreased with the need to maintain limited supplies. The god also provided precious metals to craft and repair armour and weapons.

Vulcan had been suggested to appeal to until one of the older members of the Senate noted that Vulcan also tended to gain most of his crafting supplies from his uncle.

So they were screwed. It was one thing to ask for help from a god. It was another thing to ask for help from Pluto. Sure, he was wealth and everything under the earth but he was also the dead and darkness. Inviting one had the risk of bringing upon the other.

But, when push came to shove, they were not wimpy Greeks. They wouldn't fear him and avoid him. They would invoke him if they had to.

They would request help.

And they did.

At a cost.

The god had appeared when summoned, papers clutched in his hands, eyes dark and angry. He was tall and lithe. Black robes dripped off him like shadows. His wrists shone with golden bracelets. An obsidian chain hung loose around his neck, glinting a soft silver flower pendant against the hollow of his throat.

Power hung in the air. It was overwhelming, catching around Jason's head like a fog. Everyone else in the area was affected too, knees shaking.

Death and money and power - unending, weren't they?

For a moment, Jason wondered if his father was really the most powerful god. Or if he had sentenced his oldest brother to the deepest depths to maintain that lie?

Pluto glowered at them all but heard them out. And merely shrugged when they asked for him to resume his help.

"Why should I?" he had mused. He eyed them all slow. "I assisted in the past because I had stake in this place. My children, my wife's children - do you see them around you now?"

Pluto never had many kids to begin with. His last child died about a decade before in the middle of a rescue mission. And while Proserpina tended to have one or two demigods per lifetime, her current daughter was her only living mortal child.

And she had finished out her service with the legion weeks ago but chose to attend a university outside the city. Somewhere closer to her mortal father.

It was unclear if she ever intended to return for anything more than a passing visit.

"If Claire so chooses to return, perhaps I will continue my help but until that time, I have no interest or need to do so." He clicked his tongue. "Is that understood?"

It was.

Unfortunately.

"And if Claire doesn't return?" Reyna cleared her throat. "No offense to any other deity, all your help is appreciated, but you, Lord Pluto, have been much better at providing funding. We cannot make up the sudden slack on our own and we have tried these last few weeks."

“We're not greedy” was the hidden meaning behind her words.

"If your economy is dependent on one source, especially a source that can come and go as it pleases, it's not much of an effective economy, now is it? Perhaps you should have set aside savings for this exact problem." His eyes caught Reyna's.

It took her a moment before she relented and averted her gaze. "You provided my children and step-children with a safe haven and I thank you for that. But you don't do so now so I have no need to thank you anymore. Perhaps you will have to beg for heartier help from your own parents' and ancestors', rather than pull me from my work and demand mine without any offer of reciprocity."

“We did plan on offering you our services, Lord Pluto,” Octavian lied, because, no, they hadn’t. “But if there anything else we may offer you, we would be grateful to.”

Pluto regarded him like a bug. “Legacy of that blasted sun.” He rolled his eyes. “Just as annoying as he is, I see.” Octavian’s face flushed a dark red. His pale skin looked as though it had been heavily bruised.

“Your ancestor has one thing going for him that I appreciate though.” His eyes cut into Octavian’s, a sardonic curl to his lips. “He’s honest."

He didn’t want to but Jason was on track for praetorship and what good of a leader would he be if he left a member of his legion floundering?

“Forgive him, my lord,” he cut in, stepping forward. The god’s attention mercifully snapped to him. “As prophet, I assume he saw us offering you something in the near future and simply misjudged the timing.”

The cynical glint to the god’s face didn’t vanish but amusement plied on top of it. A chill slid down Jason’s spine.

“My little brother’s latest brat,” he hummed. Jason startled at the degradation but found, oddly, he didn’t mind it. Pluto raked his gaze over Jason’s form. A sensation of being pervaded, picked apart, hit him.

The god was looking too deep.

Jason wanted to hide himself, his soul, but stood firm and unrelenting.

“I suppose she’ll be fine with it,” Pluto said, voice quiet as though talking to himself. “And he’s been annoying lately.” He cut his focus back to Reyna.

“Well, praetor. I’ll take him.” He gestured loosely at Jason.

Reyna blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“The boy,” Pluto said. ”Don’t make me repeat myself again.” A silver shadow snapped up from beneath his robes and curled around Jason’s jaw, pinching his cheeks. “Yes, I have a fondness for collecting my brother’s children, I suppose you could say.

"One way or another, most of them end up with me. It’s been a while since one came down while living.” The shadow slunk around Jason’s throat. A light grip held against his skin. Coldness bit into his chest, spreading. “And I can see you’ll adjust well, as my wife and her siblings have.”

Panic was breaking out over Reyna’s face. Even Octavian looked baffled - although that was probably more because he didn’t understand why Jason was picked over him.

“Uh, my lord, Jason is-” Reyna gestured weakly into the air. “He’s the ongoing leader of the Fifth Cohort. And his assistance in many of our quests has been in-”

“I don’t care,” Pluto said. “My wife prefers when I keep company during the summer. Mercury has been rather avoidant of late so you’ll have to do.”

Company? “I’m fourteen,” Jason said. The words pretty much leapt out of his mouth without his noticing.

Pluto snorted. The coldness spread even more. “And?”

Reyna’s voice was hard. “He is not an adult - even by the standards of our predecessors!”

"He's a powerful soldier. Age is irrelevant." Pluto barely even looked at her. “Do you want my help or not?”

Her eyes went sharp, her stance tightening. Jason could hear the denial before she even said it. He didn’t give her a chance. “Okay.”

Her head whipped to him, viciously. Octavian glared at him. “Jason-”

“It’s fine,” he said. “It’s just company, right? But-” He rolled his shoulder. “-if I’m needed here, I have to come back. Even if only temporarily.”

“I’ll have each situation that requires you thoroughly vetted then,” Pluto said. “But fine, little demigod. I’ll have Charon pick you up in a week. Be ready. I don’t take to waiting well.”

The shadows vanished but the coldness that had been dipped thick into his chest didn’t. And with that, the god left.

And Jason started packing the moment they returned to the barracks.

It should’ve been weirder. It should’ve felt odd, standing at Terminus’s gate with a packed bag, waiting for the boatman of the Underworld to descend him into the depths of the Underworld and into Pluto’s arms. As it was, it didn’t. Not really.

His life consisted of being raised by wolves and being thrown into godly quests for the sake of both his home and his family. This was nothing by those standards. He did hope “company” was just going to be that, company, and wasn’t a secret euphemism.

If it was, he wasn’t saying jack shit though. Reyna and the whole of his cohort would no doubt go wage war on the god if it was. There were some things that were supposed to be left far, //far// in the past. And some of that shouldn't have existed in the first place.

But the god was known for being unlike the rest of his family, was known for being soberminded. Jason doubted he was being dragged down for his ass. Pluto had said Mercury was being avoidant. Perhaps Jason was going to have to pick up the slack.

"Relax, young Grace," Terminus snapped. His marble shuddered. "I can feel your bad vibes from here."

"I am relaxed," he grumbled.

Reyna scowled at him. She wasn't happy about this. But he didn't let her argue him. Best to stay appealing to the god. When they all died one day, it was he they would be sent to.

None of them needed a mark against them during judgement.

"Don't, Reyna," he grumbled. "Showing favouritism isn't becoming of a praetor."

"It's not favouritism," she said. He rolled his eyes. "I worry. What could a god whose wife is absent want with a fourteen year old boy?"

"My father kidnapped a prince while his wife was still present." Jason scratched at a mosquito bite just above his wrist. "So I think why I'm wanted is irrelevant to whether Proserpina is around or not." Her scowl deepened. "He's not going to do anything to me."

"You don't know that," she muttered.

Terminus heaved out a gravely sigh. "As much as you may find his ongoing puberty changes appealing, Reyna, I assure you that a god such as Pluto does not."

Jason didn't know whether to be offended or not. Reyna looked as though she was calculating the best way to shatter Terminus's face.

"They're not that bad."

"Your voice has cracked at least twelve times since you got here." Terminus sniffed. "It's very annoying. Do it another three to even it out."

Now it was Jason's turn to scowl. "I'm not going to crack my voice just to satisfy your OCD."

"Well, you did it anyway." Jason wondered what the god would do if he smacked him over the head with his bag.

Unfortunately, he didn't get much time to deliberate. A few feet away, the earth rumbled and a figure ascended from the grass and dirt, displacing it all.

Terminus squawked in a rage. "Hey, hey, hey! I just had that spot measured!"

Charon, the boatman of the Underworld, was dressed in a shimmering golden suit. In his left hand was a long obsidian boat paddle. He laid it to rest across his shoulders, head cocked as he took the three of them in. A classy black fedora sat atop his head. Somehow, the brim shielded most of his face from view, but Jason could see the flat line of his lips thin even further.

"Terminus," he said, his voice a near deep growl. "I see your haptics are still ongoing."

"I see your haptics are still ongoing as well."

Charon's shadowed lips curled. "Must look our best to those awaiting passage, mustn't we? But I wouldn't expect a simple headstone to know that."

"Headstone?" Terminus snapped. “Simple?”

Charon ignored him. "Jason Grace, I presume."

Despite Reyna's nervous gaze, Jason stepped forward. The strap of his bag was cutting into his skin as he clenched his hand tight. "Yes."

"Well?" Charon stretched out a gloved hand. "Shall we?"

Jason sent Reyna a fleeting smile and accepted the god's hand. A coldness wrapped all around him like a death shroud and everything vanished into an inky blackness.

They didn't hit the waiting area as Jason was expecting. Instead the darkness shifted to reveal a garden of jewels and gems. Rubies hung from tall poplar trees like apples. Petals of amethyst and topaz glittered from the dark earth below.

Populated between all the shimmering were asphodels and poppies and coveted patches of sweet-smelling lavender. The garden seemed to go on forever, but as he turned around, he came face-to-face with a wide open door.

Charon's empty eyes bore back at him.

His white teeth, pure as fresh bone, smiled back in the most spine-chilling way. He gestured in through the doorway. Instincts roaring at him to avoid, Jason stepped through anyway. The hallway was lit with black flames.

Shades meandered meaninglessly past him and through the walls. A skeletal guard stood across from the doorway.

"This way!" Charon shouted.

Unsettled, Jason followed. They walked past sullen doorways before reaching the end of the hall.

Charon opened the door with a click. Inside the room was brightly lit.

It was a bathroom. Of sorts. It reminded him somewhat of the communal baths at camp and the Wolf House but smaller. Tighter. It smelled sweet, warm fragrances alight in the air.

In the center was a large circular tub. Maybe three people could fit comfortably inside. Devoid of water, the bone white porcelain tiles glittered back at him.

Charon stepped inside, pressing an intercom button against the wall. He gestured for Jason to come in with a nod of his head then yanked him in forcefully when Jason took too long.

"Daisy, he's here." He released the button before another word could be spoken then walked out the doorway. The door slammed shut behind him.

Jitters drew up Jason's throat. He drew himself across the room before settling down on the floor. The door didn't detract from his focus. The air shifted against his skin. Someone was skipping their way to the room.

He tensed as the door swung back open. A nymph stood in front of him now. A crown of asphodels littered her hair. Wreathed around her neck was a choker of diamonds and poppies.

She was dressed in a thick black sweater, long sweatpants and a bone-white apron. Her feet were dirtied and bare.

She snapped her fingers. A series of shades flooded the room. One yanked Jason's bag from his fingertips. Another began pulling him up to his feet. As the tap turned on, the rest began pouring liquids into the bath and pulling out a bunch of supplies out of the nearby cabinets.

"Let's get you scrubbed up," Daisy clipped while the shades tugged at his clothes.

Being naked in front of other people was not a big issue for him. But the act of having himself stripped down for another, without any sense of warning, was not ideal.

"Hey- WAIT-" He slapped at a shade grabbing at his jeans. His hand just sank through their filmy form. "I can do it myself!"

The shade chattered angrily but pulled back. Quickly, Jason shed the rest of his clothes himself. The shade took them and handed them off to Daisy who scowled. “Do you ever clean these?” She sniffed it and shook her head. “Nope!”

“Wha-” A shade shoved him into the tub.

As he resurfaced, coughing and spluttering, he caught sight of Daisy pulling back a piece of floor. He pushed up to see what was below. Shifting red hot flames howled beneath the floor. Then she dumped his clothes into it and closed it back up.

“Hey!”

“The Phlegethon is the only place for those,” she said. “You’ll be fine with what I give you.”

Panic smacked him. “The Phlegethon?”

“How else do you think we heat the place?” She snapped her fingers again. “Somebody grab me a razor. His hair makes me want to vomit.”

Protectively, he sank back to the middle of the tub, hands covering his head. “I just got it cut!”

“Do I look like I give a shit?” A splattering of vined daisies shot out from her fingertips and yanked him back over to her. “Whoever did this was terrible at it. Absolutely disgustingly uneven. I might as well surface and slap them until they perish like they deserve.”

“That’s not-”

“Shut up.”

His shoulders tightened at the order. He resisted the urge to snarl and snap her, going quiet as she threaded her thin fingers through his hair. The razor tickled the back of his neck. Another shade approached him from the front with a pair of scissors. He closed his eyes.

Listening hollowly to the sounds around them, he held himself tight and still.

He was never all that good at getting his hair cut. It required too much trust in someone with something very sharp and deadly and Lupa’s training had instilled in him a general distaste of that.

Which is why he’d started cutting his hair himself. Reyna or Dakota would neaten the sides for him. Quick and precise. Usually while he was biting something to avoid from biting them. It only took a few seconds but it was hell.

A few of the kids Lupa trained had that sort of distrust of people outside their “pack”. Especially if she trained them young, like she had trained Jason. Although she rarely trained kids that young to begin with. Usually only because their families had died or had abandoned them.

[ametistacollinsworld]

☠ Uzi x Misanthropic! Worker drone Reader ☠

My 15 request! Hope you like!

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You always felt different from the other worker drones, something like an aversion to your own species, where you felt nothing when you lost someone supposedly "important" to you, like your own parents who died in front of you. You watched the two being killed, but you didn't feel sad..in fact you felt a strange satisfaction.

Uzi, a female worker drone daughter of Khan Doorman, your classmate and best entertainer in the entire colony. The drone had an eminent hatred of humans, but let's say you pushed that a little bit by making false documents of how humans despised worker drones and blah blah blah.

As you watched Uzi build a rapport with the murder drones, you weren't just sitting there watching the little show, on the contrary side you knew everything. And I mean everything, about Doll having powers, Lizzy being "friends" with V and other internal colony stuff.

But then, over time you wanted more, you wanted to know what you could do…

So somehow here we are, in a dark, isolated room in your house, with only Thad and Khan Doorman himself bound and gagged against the walls and floor drenched in fresh, dry oil. You really hated cleaning.

The two squirmed and let out moans of pain muffled by the cloth in their mouths with frightened looks, but you rolled your eyes leaving the room, closing the door behind you, leaving the two in darkness.

You were currently crafting a new railgun, the only problem being a lack of parts..your friends wouldn't mind borrowing some limbs right? Haha.. so exciting.

Uzi was currently pacing back and forth in her room, thinking about the latest events that had happened inside and outside the colony, trying to understand what was going on without completely freaking out.

Like..where were her dad and Thad?? They couldn't have simply evaporated from the planet! And they weren't dead either…she preferred to believe that not at least…

Everything was happening so fast..the disappearances, Doll, Lizzy, her father, Thad, N, V and J. Uzi thought that at any moment she might go crazy if she stayed inside this place any longer, and she was pretty much right. You watched the female drone sitting at her desk in silence, having a little thought.

So some time passed, now with the classes over Uzi was walking through the corridors that were almost empty, in addition to having several papers of ''disappeared'' almost like a horror movie in the walls.

'' Hey Uzi! '' You called the drone's name, running after the drone that now seemed to be guarding her books. She gave you a questioning look before closing the closet.

'' Yes (Y/n)? I don't have much time to talk…I have things to do so hurry up '' Uzi spoke in an annoyed tone crossing her arms.

'' Alright, alright.. I have something that might interest you emo '' You said giving an innocent smile. Uzi gave you a suspicious questioning expression.

'' Right.. and what would that be exactly? '' Uzi asks with a dry tone looking at you.

'' Why you do not follow me? It'll be easier that way '' You said giving a smile with your eyes closed, then looking at Uzi.

'' Ugh..I think..I don't have much to lose anyway.. '' Uzi said approaching you. So you two walked to your house, where you opened the door letting Uzi walk in front of you.

Uzi looked over your house, everything looked neat and clean..but there was something about the environment..

'' Then? What do you want to show me? '' Uzi asked impatiently, soon following a silent you that soon opened a door, that led to a black room with purple details, appearing to be for experiments and weapons manufacturing, having some stretchers, metal tables and oil dirtying many parts of the room.

Uzi widened her eyes in fear and surprise, looking at the many metallic parts of other worker drones spread out on tables that looked like they were being used. The drone tried to leave the room, but you were already at the door looking at her with a smile.

'' What's wrong Uzi? Don't you think this is ''Sick as Hell''? I even made it with your favorite colors honey~ Black and purple right? '' You said in a mischievous tone looking at Uzi who looked even more scared.

'' What the hell is this (Y/n)! What the hell did you do? What do you want with me?! '' Uzi said panicking realizing that she was totally unarmed, no longer having her railgun and still not being able to control her powers properly. You laughed softly looking at the scared drone.

'' You're so adorable when you're panicking Uzi..well I'll be straight here..all you have to do is join me, let's kill all the worker drones and humans '' You said giving a creepy smile to Uzi, soon extending your hand to her.

She pulled back hesitantly and scared thinking for a moment, but then…

'' F-fine…just don't hurt me.. '' Uzi said silently looking at the ground taking your hand slowly with fear. You gave a happy smile then gently kissing the drone's hand.

'' You will be fine with me Uzi.. Don't worry ''

[cloudninetonine]

The grimlet. I want him. Gilt.

He's so pretty. I want to eat him. Ball him up like a piece of paper and crunch on him.

Pls, begging for more crumbs 🙏 conspire with the gf if you must I need to know

OIWEFHRF NOT THE CONSPIRING- happily tho

Himb, in Gilt we trust 🙏

Gilt (which loosely translates to "covered thinly in gold") is not only because he's the royal jeweler but also because he's thinly covered in some gold flakes from his craft, he's also got some specs in his eyes :))

He mostly wears an iron mask! This is so people in his Hyrule don't recognise him as he's more known for his affiliation with the royal family! He takes it off when he's around people he trusts

His Zelda is much younger than him and he sees her as his little sister!

The scars on his face are from a fight from within his forge! He got some hot metal thrown at him

He was previously engaged to his Zelda's personal handmaid, she died during his story however- her name was Margo (He used to call her Mango :'))) )

Mango is also his favourite fruit because of that

[may-maple-blog]

So what’s the deal with Johtoni funerary rites?

aw, you guys are sweet. thanks for indulging me!

tl;dr: ceremony, set stuff on fire, party time

so, the thing you have to know about traditional johtoni practices is that we believe in reincarnation, and that influences a lot of things we do. life and death are part of the same cycle, and so a funeral is just as much cause to celebrate as a birth, because it means that person's soul is moving on to the next stage of existence. they may not be with you anymore, but they're not gone forever, either.

another thing you have to understand is that phoenixes, especially the great phoenix, ho-oh, are really important to our belief system. they symbolize that cycle: a phoenix is born, immolates itself at the end of its life, and then is reborn from its own ashes. the idea behind the funeral pyre is that human souls work the same way.

there are two parts to a traditional johtoni funeral: the pyre and the party.

by necessity, funerals are outdoors, or at least the first part is. the ceremony starts with the body laid out on the pyre; family and friends are given time to say their goodbyes to the person's body. the pyre is often decorated with paper crafts containing bits of metal that will cause the fire to burn different colors, like the accessory burning at a wedding. when everyone's done saying goodbye and adding their decoration to the pyre, somebody (usually an elder in the deceased's family) says a prayer over the body for safe passage into ho-oh's talons. then the body and wood of the pyre are drenched with oil and set ablaze by the deceased's next of kin--usually their child, or a sibling if they don't have any kids. my mom lit the pyre at my grandma's funeral, for example.

once the pyre is lit, people stand around it for a while, and then leave as the fire dies down. wood burning fires, even with an accelerant, don't really get hot enough to completely turn the body to ash. once the family and friends have left to go to the next stage of the funeral, a caretaker removes what's left of the body from the ashes of the pyre and takes it to a sealed chamber to be cremated the rest of the way. sometimes the ashes are given to the family; most of the time they're scattered or returned to be cleaned up with the pyre's ashes. a lot of johtoni folks would tell you that holding on to someone that's gone by keeping their ashes is disrespectful of their memory, but it just kind of depends on where you're at.

anyway, the pyre's the most important part. tradition states that burning the body frees the soul to be taken into ho-oh's care until it can be reincarnated. there are some arguments about whether anybody has actually been reincarnated yet, or if ho-oh is waiting for some unknown future event to return the dead to life. if the body isn't burned, the soul gets trapped outside of ho-oh's domain. trapped souls are often called ghosts. sometimes they're scary; most of the time they're just sad. there are ways to free ghosts too--the current ecruteak gym leader actually got his start freeing trapped ghosts--but i don't know much about those practices so i won't talk about them here.

the next part of the funeral is the party. since a funeral is a celebration, people celebrate. a lot of funeral parties go all out--there's singing, dancing, sometimes a band, a lot of food that the attendees have brought, and usually alcohol. the main topic of conversation is supposed to be the memories people have of the deceased, but a lot of times people just do whatever they want and have a good time, which you could argue is also in the spirit of the thing. the point is that it's supposed to be a fun thing that celebrates life.

a lot of people who aren't from johto or not familiar with the philosophy behind the practices think the party is in poor taste, but like, that's just how we do things. "ceremony, set something on fire, party" is how a lot of johtoni social events go and funerals aren't any different.

anyway, if you got through all this, thanks for reading. i'm always happy to talk about johtoni cultural stuff so send me asks anytime

[spiderwarden]

When Minthara strode to her quarters, or what she called her base of operations, there lay a small offering, strewn over her maps and papers. Klagga had finally gotten brave enough to offer his beloved Drow a gift! There is a hastily written note, and a small, glass jar of interestingly colour spiders, most of which have long since died, due to him having not considered that they need oxygen. Though they are curled up and the rest are in a sorry state, they are almost pleasantly vivid.

For you, my excellently beautiful Minthara, a small gift of spiders, on account of your armour being crafted from their silk and all. You are the prettiest drow I have ever seen in my entire life, and I have eaten plenty in my life. May these spiders find you in both good health, and in your favour.

Lots of love, K - your secretest admirer.

Submit. OBEY. Scouts, missing again. Minthara's patience was at their wits end with the shame of a war band that she was given by their leaders. Their unification was a representation of their Chosen, a Champions of the Chosen as it were. Minthara, who arrived on behalf of Bhaal's Chosen - Orin. One of three, The Absolute's Leaders, who also had a hand in picking them, those who were suppose to be leading these wretched little creatures by her side. Little use they were, the Priestess Gut only found amusement in her branding, thinking herself so clever with her metal rods. A weakness reflected in the lack of control of her tadpole. Then there was Dror Ragzlin, who's only redeeming quality was his curious mind that drove him to be inquisitive and investigative. Obey. Minthara huffs, she should be commanding other drow ...

Minthara moves over to the desk that she had to have brought up from the underbelly of the Temple so she'd have a proper operation of planning. Setting the plate of bland meat and tankard of stale ale down and returning to the map. Obey. The word echoes again in her mind, a powerful tone ringing between her ears, a reminder of the presence of their God, The Absolute. "I will find them, they will perish in the glory of your name." A small utter, a promise as she turns and takes a candle to light the one adjacent to the map - and that's when she sees it.

The Drow turns and plucks up one of the jars randomly littered across the surface - Minthara pauses and looks at one of the jars. Odd she never put those there. Her eyes roll with the revelation that one of the goblins may have thought she needed it. She sets the jar down on the corner of the map as she bends over it. Yes. The Drow Commander takes another one of the misplaced glasses and sets it on the other side - tracing her fingers across the boarder lines of the coast near the unnecessarily large pool of water that made up the ocean.

Her brow pinches with the stray paper in the way and flicks away to the surface and it flutters to the ground. Yes. Red eyes were lit with intrigue when she determines the direction the Druid came from with his little merry band of cowards - "Yes." She repeats out loud, pushing out with the tadpole to call the other Drow up immediately - she will send him with direction to here. Minthara's index traces the blank area of the map - yes. This had to be where the Sanctuary was, and she sneers with the thought before excitement tickles her nerves. "I will burn their hearth of infidels to the ground." She growled up, glaring at the map in question. "And I will have the weapon for you, in her name."

@infernaliscor / CAUSE YOU SENT THIS KLAGGA ASK

[warystares]

✘ CLOSED / ft. nishiguchi akira ( @descorts ) at yami ink for a scheduled appointment

❝ curious things, birds, ❞ orson muses aloud, thoughtful. it is unclear whether he is speaking to anyone in particular ― as it were, akira is the only other soul in the room, but there is no preamble to this particular conversational shift ― or muttering to himself as he is often wont to do. irises that appear as raging storms belie the calm curiosity of his words as orson eyes an inked image of a crane. ❝ pneumatic bones, ❞ continues the man, clearly on the precipice of being lured into tangent, ❝ are not entirely exclusive to our avian cousins, of course. your skull is also filled with pockets of hollow, cavernous bone. ❞ there's a pen in his hand, an off shade of pale white gilded in delicate gold plating. when he taps the tip of cool metal against the highest point of his cheek, it obscures wicked smile. ❝ as is mine, take no offense. but therein lies the trouble, doesn't it ? there's no practical way to transcribe anything with shards of sinus cavity. never mind the illegibility, it'd tear right through the paper. ❞

he eyes the pen curiously before placing it on the table, turning his gaze toward akira as a hand lifts to loosen his tie and pull it over his head. ❝ bird bones, though ! ❞ begins orson again ; deft fingers make swift work of unfastening a row of buttons up to the collar as he speaks. ❝ while ours are dense and porous, hollow only but for a meaty marrow center, theirs are filled with interlocking pockets of air. ❞ starched cotton slides from pale shoulders mottled in swirls of shadowed ink ― an as of yet unfinished design ― and orson folds the shirt with careful precision. ❝ extensions of their lungs, morbidly enough, not entirely for the purpose of flight. but even ancient peoples recognized the practicality of these natural chambers. when properly sharpened, the bones could both retain ink and deposit it beneath the epidermis. not only a pen, but a rudimentary tattoo needle, if you will. ❞

bare skin puts on display hours of work the artist before him has already invested in his organic canvas. this is not the first time orson lloyd has sought out the hand of nishiguchi akira and surely it will not be the last ! an artisan himself, he is a staunch proponent of passionate craftsmanship, and upon deciding to adorn his body in art, he was patient and diligent in his search for the right artist. at this point, he suspects there is nary another soul he'd trust to leave a permanent mark in his skin. there is an understanding, a bizarre kinship of sorts, between akira and himself that transcends the world of tattooing. it keeps orson loyal. well, that and his innate talent. he wouldn't waste his time returning to an amateur.

orson reaches for the pen again before he approaches the table where he'll be sat the next several hours. ❝ i expect most of the birds in new york have died by now. pity i couldn't find any, i did look. ❞ the writing implement is held up on display and then out in an offer. ❝ this being locally sourced, therefore, was not made from a bird. if you uncap it, you'll notice there was a nib added to compensate. ❞ it's a gift in the same way that a feral cat might drop a dead rodent on the doorstep of a human who's shown it kindness ; unwrapped & borne of staggering cruelty ! ( he does not celebrate holidays in the same ways as most, but he's taken a fondness to crafting that allows him an assortment of hand-carved trinkets this time of year. ) he moves to sit on the edge of the table. ❝ how has the winter treated you, akira ? well, i'd hope. ❞

[south-sea]

second chance shadow doesn’t regret having died, or the nature of his revival, until he’s again reminded it means he’s unable to return to his original timeline.

that doesn’t bother him at first either—it’s whatever. maybe he’s missing out on some fun places he otherwise should’ve been able to see for himself, like white park zone or sylvania castle at night, etc etc. he can find places like that elsewhere. he’s got access to every other place in the multiverse now, after all.

but nothing can take the place of the ARK and all the memories tied to it. he’ll never have the chance to return to it and collect keepsakes or photos. no cork board filled with those photos of him and maria or pictures they’ve drawn together or scraps of paper with childish scrawl repeating lines from books they liked, no baby blanket, no gaudy scarves or prop outfits she used to dress up in on good days, not even anything so clinical like medical reports or details of his own existence.

in his scrapbook, which he’s kept since the day he had access to a camera in his second life, there is a lovingly-crafted collection of his adventures and new experiences. it’s well-worn with care and use; there are so many extra stapled-in pages it’s practically doubled in size, the edges are all faded and the slightly-too-big pages or bookmarks are bent and rounded at the corners. every photo, with handwritten dates and old-fashioned descriptions, is a polaroid. of places, of important people—like metal. a beautiful retelling of his life without her.

on the inside back cover of it is a mock photo of gerald and maria he’s drawn from memory. maria deserved to be in that book too, but he wasn’t revived with any of his belongings. a drawing is the best he can do. every detail of maria is perfectly rendered down to the stitches in her dress, while the details of gerald’s face are foggy and unsure at best.

it’s the best he can do. it’s the only thing he can do to keep her memory alive alongside everyone else.

[beba-780]

The Guild of Beasts (2)

• The story centers on the brothers Kai and Nya Smith, who were orphaned after their parents died in a car accident when they were only 8 and 3 years old. And having no other relatives, the two brothers had to fend for themselves, although they received help from their neighbors in the neighborhood where they lived. Thanks to their parents' insurance they were able to support themselves for a while, but Kai knew that the money would not last long, so he looked for different types of work to support Nya.

• The neighbors in the neighborhood let Kai do all kinds of housework and they paid him quite well, thanks to this Kai became very good at keeping his house clean and stable, also, some neighbors taught Kai how to do Nya's hair better so that she would continue to be a pleasant girl in front of others. But Kai also managed to get a job in the blacksmith shop where his parents worked, the manager was a very good friend of his father Ray and his mother Maya, but the boss knew that he couldn't put Kai to work in heavy jobs so he only let Kai do easy jobs and that weren't too heavy for the boy, and when Kai finished his tasks he always paid him well.

• Kai had to grow up very quickly to be able to take better care of Nya, he decided to put his childhood aside so that Nya would not grow up with the sad absence of his parents, thanks to his neighbors he was able to send her to the school where he used to study, and other neighbors helped him not to forget some of his studies, several of them were kind by donating to Kai notebooks and old books that they no longer needed so that Kai could improve his learning. Kai learned to improve in basic calculations, in writing and reading, he even improved in some crafts to entertain Nya, his favorite crafts are origami and drawing, Nya loves that her brother made all kinds of paper toys for her.

• Even though things have not been easy for the two brothers, they still stuck together and that was all they needed. Kai managed to get better at various household tasks and over time the head of the workshop gave Kai other types of jobs so that she could earn more money. He helped Nya with several of her tasks at her school and Kai no longer needed the neighbors to prepare food for them since Kai managed to become quite a good cook. The workshop workers considered Kai a good apprentice, they taught him how to handle all kinds of tools and metals, also some men taught him how to better maintain his house.

• For Nya, Kai was not only her older brother, Kai had become a second father to her, Kai was the one who took her to and from school, went to her school festivals, helped her with her homework and projects, bought her clothes, made her favorite foods, took her to parks, read her stories, comforted her when she had a bad day, tucked her in at night, took care of her when she was sick and stayed with her when she had a nightmare or when there were strong storms during the nights tor mentosas.

• Nya wished she could help her brother better, so she dedicated herself to improving in school, Nya was excited to study engineering, she liked to create all kinds of robotics-related inventions, at home she found a good way to create a long-lasting energy source, so Kai wouldn't worry too much about paying the electricity bills, she even managed to get free internet, Nya was already a genius from a very young age, she decorated her room with all kinds of inventions made by herself, she became the winner of various science fairs s of their schools. She became a model student, and when she had time she would help Kai around the house so they could spend the rest of the day off together afterwards.

• Nya's dream is to open her own auto shop, so she and Kai could work together. She also wished that she could give Kai a good rest, Nya knew that her brother worked hard every day, he even works late sometimes in the blacksmith shop, and that's why Nya wanted to start her own business so that she could better help her brother and give him a better life without worries, she also wanted to help her neighborhood in some way.

• Both brothers respected each other's lives, Kai let Nya go out with her school friends and Nya let her brother enjoy other things. Kai sometimes brags about her brother to her coworkers, saying that she is a smart and strong girl. On his days off Kai studied at home and Nya sometimes helped him with that. Nya also speaks well of Kai with her friends, she was never ashamed of the life she had together with her brother. Kai managed to get a new position in the blacksmith shop, now he helped the other workers with some heavy jobs and was very well paid for his effort, and if he got hurt Nya always took care of his injuries and his boss allowed him to miss work until he fully recovered, Kai knew his boss was a good man, and that's why he always respected him. Kai was even invited by the other workers so they could hang out together.

• But everything changed when the cracks appeared, by then Kai was 21 years old and Nya was 16 years old. At first it was obvious that they were worried, in fact, the army and the police banned the areas where the cracks were, Kai even asked Nya to come home earlier for fear that the cracks would do something, life in the country of Ninjago was totally interrupted by the arrival of the cracks. Things got worse when the cracks grew and the creatures appeared, the combination of the magical and human world completely changed the lives of the two brothers. After the Blessings began to appear on the people called Awakened, Nya was the only one of the two brothers who managed to get an S-class Blessing with powers related to water and fire.

• Nya became an S-class Awakened after a dark snake-shaped creature attacked her school, she unthinkingly used her powers to stop the creature from destroying her school and hurting anyone near her. Kai and other workers fled the workshop when some creatures began to attack the site, several of the workers awakened their Blessings to deal with the creatures, Kai ran to Nya's school to take her to a safe place, but as soon as he arrived at the place, he saw how his younger sister destroyed a huge monstrous creature. He managed to get her out of there and take her to her house.

• After a few days of the events, the whole world realized the changes that took place in the world, the new alliances that were formed with the Legendary Beasts and the new regimes and measures against the creatures were also announced. Kai kept Nya hidden for as long as she could since she was afraid that something bad would happen to her, even though Nya had powers, Kai still didn't stop worrying about her younger sister. But then there was a search in her neighborhood and they took everyone who was Awakened since it was a mandatory world order that all people who possessed a Blessing had to be taken to a training camp in every country in the world. Kai tried to stop the soldiers, but to no avail as they managed to take his sister, they promised Kai that Nya would be fine, and Nya assured him that she would be back soon, all Kai did since then was pray that his sister would be safe and return home with him safely.

• It only took a few months for Nya to complete her training as an S-class Hunter, they gave her permission to send letters to Kai to get him to know that she was alright at least. Nya became one of the best S-class Hunters of her generation, her skills managed to master many Dungeons, she obviously kept the treasures and also shared the rewards with her companions. She was admitted to the most famous Guild in her country, called the Beasts Guild, a guild led by two human-like Legendary Beasts, named Wu the Heavenly Golden Dragon and Garmadon an Oni Lord.

• Both leaders saw Nya's ability and decided to accept her into their Guild along with other S-class Hunters. Thanks to Nya and her group of Hunters, they managed to become recognized Hunters in their country, people saw her as a hero and Kai managed to find out about Nya's achievements from the news, he was really proud, but he was still worried about what was happening with Nya. Nya returned home with Kai with the news that she was accepted into the Guild of Beasts, Kai was initially worried since it was too powerful a Guild, but Nya promised him that with his achievements he would earn more money so that he could give Kai a decent life, Kai let Nya decide what seemed right to her and that was how the two brothers parted ways, for now.

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[becomedecay]

❀ *◦ tobias forge. cis man. he/him. heterosexual. ⇝ hey, isn’t that torbjörn 'tor' engström, also known as rune? i think that the forty year old from laholm, sweden works as a frontman for the heavy metal theatrical band mortis & amateur stage actor at single carrot theatre, but outside of that people describe them as hiding behind a mask hoping secrets do not fall out, the echoing of a choir in the emptiness of a church, a pentagram hastily scrawled onto torn and crumpled paper, a plant withering under the scorching sun as it yearns for a taste of water. i hear they are often overcompensating & mournful, but they are also known to be sensitive & trustworthy. consider giving them a visit at their home in room 13, the black dog motel and get to know why they’re called the forever-dying priest.

more details below , cw: pregnancy, marital issues, separation, depression

THE HEAVY RIFFS OF A GUITAR PLAY THROUGH THE NIGHT, HIS VOICE POWERFUL AS IT CASTS OVER THE CROWD.

once again, a sold out show is played and torbjörn is dressed to the nines in the costume of the frontman; in this iteration, he is known as RUNE, the priest and overseer of the band MORTIS. he's been long dedicated to his craft, overwhelmingly so to the point that he's hardly been home. his wife understands, she recognises that what he's doing is for their sake. he tours the world and plays show after show so they can have a steady income & comfortable living. he's making a name for himself and establishing a legacy.

he thought she'd always be okay with it. heléne had vocalised her support for so long, that tor had neglected to check in to confirm that it was still the case, when she announced their pregnancy she expected him to come home, to put the latest tour ( which at the time was for the frontman persona of sten, rune's possible father and predecessor, in the band's lore ) on hold and return to her side to see it through.

but he didn't want to let anyone down. he didn't want to disappoint the fans, his band mates who relied on the tours for further income, and his wife. so many people depended on him in that moment — and here came the first pangs of despair. his unsteadiness allowed the depression to creep in. it crawled and latched onto his brain and sent him down & down. eventually, he compromised with keeping the tour in europe—explaining to western fans that something had come up for sten, holding him back. the fans didn't mind this so much, a slither of lore sent them into a frenzy trying to piece things together and they quickly came up with their own theories as to why sten wouldn't be going far beyond his home country.

seeing what the fans were saying gave tor inspiration to use the cut-short tour to put a gentle end to sten, to give way to a new persona who was more youthful in personality. this was just his way of trying to cope. any time a frontman died, it was for a personal reason. to cope with the loss of his father, he'd ended sten's own predecessor NARFI, a man with little care for his subordinates—a gangly & elderly looking man, yet a steady fan favourite. how he coped with trauma was certainly interesting, but it helped. the fans understood what the death of a frontman meant.

on the final day of the european show in sweden, he had sten playing his final song and then the spotlight hit, shining a warm light upon him. the act played out as god's light seeing him. he falls to his knees, clutching at his chest. he doesn't want to accept it. they have an oath to the satanic church of worship that they will walk with Him when the time comes. and he does not delay in coming for his soul. he smites god's light, the stage falls dark and when it's re-illuminated, he is gone.

all that sits is a glass coffin on the stage with a prosthetic doll that looks like him. a younger man with his face painted bright shades of white complimented by black walks onto the stage. it is here the fans get what they want. FATHER, YOU'VE LEFT ME TOO SOON. HOW AM I TO CARRY THE FLAME FOR HIM?

and there, it ends. the fans get a glimpse of rune, sten is dead and the tour is ended so he can rush home to his wife. the next six months are bliss, little astrid is born and he dotes on her whilst recording the next studio album. torbjörn starts to settle into his new life, but the depression still eats away at him. it leaves him sunken, obsessively reading over things and diving into his work. those first six months seem so far away now. as astrid gets older and heléne gets disillusioned, the family begins to crumble.

they agree to a mild separation run. they live alone and attend marriage counselling for astrid's sake. there is always hope that things will get better. tor continues to invest his time into mortis, rune becomes the cute, angelic frontman everyone adores because of his antics. his on-stage presence is worshipped and finally, tor finds his footing. this is the frontman he wants to keep for as long as he can. because he knows that the death of rune would signify something so much worse.

just as their marriage is back on track, heléne moves back into the family home—it sinks in. she doesn't seem the same. she's making frequent business trips for her work, gone for weeks and at times MONTHS at a time. is this how she felt? he asks himself. it makes sense to him now what he'd been doing to his wife. what he was going to do to astrid.

on her sixth birthday, she wakes up to find heléne gone. she wakes up her dad and asks him where mama went. panic hits him like a train, heléne's belongings were still here, but the important things like her purse and passport were gone. checking their shared online banking, he saw that a plane ticket was booked, and upon closer research it's determined that they were for the states. were things that bad? he truly thought they were on the right track.

two weeks go by and he's frantically trying to piece together what to do, all work is on hold, astrid's crying is a constant echo in his head. heléne's been avoiding him, but one evening their call connects. her voice is different, almost static. she tells him she's returned home, where she belongs. that she's needed.

it doesn't make sense, none of it makes sense. he knows what he has to do—he feigns interest to the band about doing a us tour to make up for what happened before, and they agree without much argument. he'd requested that they go to alaska for the final show, pointing out anchorage as the last stop. that took a lot more persuasion, but when the band relies on him for survival, they can't do much to say no.

they ask about astrid, will she be coming too? she has to, she has no one to care for her, plus she'd get to see her dad doing what he does best. the tour starts without a hitch and when they arrive at anchorage, alaska for their final show that's when he tells them. he's here for heléne. she just upped and left one day without telling them why. understandably, his bandmates are pissed. they argue, over & over about the level of betrayal he's pulled on them. there was no anchorage show. it was never going to go ahead. he just wanted a way to get here without arousing heléne's suspicion.

given the way things have gone, tor & the band decide that for now, whilst they stay in anchorage they'll put a brief pause on things. if they decide to make the parting a permanent thing, so be it. but for now, MORTIS are on hiatus. they all go their separate ways, with tor taking up residency in the black dog motel with his daughter. he gets her enrolled with the local school as a temporary student, though something in him tells him that this isn't temporary.

heléne's still not been seen, but he knows she's here. it's his gut instinct. she's around. but she isn't herself.

[the-interidiot]

Mr. Everwoods Unfinished Obituaries.

Chapter 1, Part 1

CONTENT WARNINGS - Depictions of death, insensitive language.

My name is Mr. Markus Jacque. I am a healthy, 46 year old man who lives in Utah after me and my family recently moved from Paris. I am married to an insensitive, gold digging woman named Mrs. Jacque.

I hate Mrs. Jacque. She’s a no good piece of shit who takes all my money. That’s all she does, take, take, take. So one day I planned to kill her.

It was 4:17 AM when I woke up - my alarm not set to go off for another hour and a half but my brain already fully functioning and pumping excitement through my restless body. Today, I would kill my wife. I slowly get out of my bed - not one I shared with her, since I had recently been too disgusted by her existence to sleep with her.

I silently grab my coat to protect from the chill of the morning air as I step out in the driveway, cracking the door but not closing it. There was no need to make unnecessary noise. I forgot the keys to the car, but I didn’t need them. I found another way.

I got down to the ground, my face pressing against the cool, frozen over pavement as I pushed myself under the car, as far as I could get before I was stuck. I reached up as best I could and felt the underside of the vehicle, taking a hold of the first thing not metal - a chunk of wires and tearing them out. I hope it would stop the breaks, as planned.

When we drove to get breakfast this morning, the breaks would cut and she would fly through the windshield due to her hatred of wearing a seatbelt. At 6:17 AM my ugly piece of shit wife was finally awake, and we loaded into the car. Our son would stay home with his older sister - as much as I wish to bring him, he always wore a seatbelt and I didn’t want a witness.

As we drove down the road I couldn’t help the chemical excitement in my brain, almost tingling my own soul with sparks of joy. My brain wasn’t the only thing sparking. I hadn’t noticed the leaks from the wires I pulled, or even known what I pulled had not been the breaks at all - all I knew is as I sped up the car at a red light, there was a horrible shocking sound below the vehicle and then a barely audible bang as the front hull of the car exploded into a tornado of fire, silencing just as fast as it started.

In my dying moments, I hoped that piece of shit I called my wife died with the inferno.

Mr. Everwood drew a small little image of a car on fire at the bottom of his page, chuckling quietly as he finished off his wonderful story. It may not be accurate, but it was true in spirit.

As far as he knew, Mr. Jacques had actually been quite a nice fellow who died when his car ran off the road and over an exposed gas line. But Mr. Everwood really did hate Mrs. Jacques. Or… ‘Ms’ Jacques now. He laughed again at the though, and was grateful for his solitude.

To break up writing boring obituaries all day, he wrote more interesting stories on his spare paper. After all, why let these deaths go to waste on boring, pathetic people? Nobody would care about a random gas fire death, they wanted to hear about murder and anger and desire. He stamped the paper with his precious, hand carved red stamp and carefully placed it into the second drawer on his desk, on top of all the other short stories and poems he had crafted this week. He diverted his attention to the actually obituary he had to turn in, his expression souring. Unfortunately, he would be fired if not turning in the correct paper - he was hired to draft real obituaries after all, not his stories, as good as they may be.

Working for rich slobs who wouldn’t even take on the simple mantle of sending loved ones off with hand crafted stories…

He loved his job.

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Forever Love Stamps in the Mail Kit with 2 Free Saleabration Products

  FOREVER LOVE STAMPS IN THE MAIL KIT If you missed my first run of this kit, I'm running a second chance offer. This offer ends January 18: Are you ready to elevate your paper crafting experience to new heights? Brace yourselves for the enchanting arrival of the January Stamps in the Mail Kit, featuring the complete Stampin' Up! Forever Love Suite from the upcoming January-April Mini Catalog.    WHAT'S INSIDE THE KIT? 1. Complete Stampin' Up! Forever Love Suite: Immerse yourself in the beauty of the entire Forever Love Suite. From exquisite Lifetime of Love Stamps, Dies, Pretty Peacock & Gold Ribbon, Gold Foiled Flowers Cards & Envelopes, Petal Pink & Pretty Peacock Fold Gems and Forever Love 12" x 12" Designer Series Paper. 2. Exclusive Forever Love Class: When you secure your January Stamps in the Mail Kit, you're not just getting products – you're gaining access to an exclusive Forever Love class. This class includes a captivating video and a detailed PDF tutorial, guiding you through the art of crafting with the beautiful Forever Love Suite. 3. Free Class Pack: Dive into the joy of creating with a complimentary class pack, with all the essential supplies needed to bring the projects from the exclusive Forever Love class to life. Unbox the magic and let your creativity flow. 4. Double Frequent Buyer Points: As a token of appreciation, I'm doubling the excitement with 8 Double Frequent Buyer Points on your January Stamps in the Mail Kit purchase. The more you craft, the more points you earn towards fantastic rewards! 5. Additional Tutorial Gifts: As if that's not enough, I'm gifting you my two additional host code tutorials for January, unlocking even more creative possibilities and inspiring your imagination. 6. Saleabration Extravaganza: The festivities don't end there! With the purchase of your kit, you'll earn not one but two additional free Saleabration Products. Celebrate your crafting journey with exclusive rewards that make your creative space shine. ADD-ON FOR EXTRA FLOURISH: But wait, there's more! Elevate your experience by adding on to your January Stamps in the Mail Kit and enjoy a cascade of additional benefits: - Free Shipping on Add-Ons: Enjoy the convenience of free shipping when you add more Stampin' Up! treasures to your collection. - Double Frequent Buyer Points on Add-Ons: The more you add, the more you earn! Double your Frequent Buyer Points on every add-on purchase, bringing you closer to fabulous rewards. - Free Saleabration Products on Add-Ons: Extend the celebration with more free Saleabration Products when you indulge in additional Stampin' Up! delights. HOW TO GET YOUR KIT Secure your January Stamps in the Mail Kit today and unlock a world of creative possibilities. Don't miss out on the entire Stampin' Up! Forever Love Suite and the array of exclusive perks waiting for you. Ready to embark on your crafting adventure? Visit to grab your January Stamps in the Mail Kit before this limited-time offer disappears. Craft with passion, create with love – the complete Forever Love Suite awaits you! ORDER FORM DOWNLOAD BROCHURE DOWNLOAD KIT BROCHURE ADDITIONAL SUPPLIES & ADD ONS By purchasing the kit you unlock the opportunity to add on products, including the latest January - April Mini Catalog items, with some fantastic perks: - Free Shipping on Add Ons - Double Frequent Buyer Points on Add Ons - Saleabration Products on Add Ons - Note about Add Ons: Clearance Rack are not eligible for inclusion in the add-on promotion.   These are the supplies you will need (or equivalent) to complete the free class: - Versamark Pad *  - Heat Tool *  - Metallics Embossing Powders *  - Stylish Shapes Dies * - Tailor Made Tags Dies * * Optional products: I've used these on the class projects but I will share how to make adjustments if you don't have these products. - Stampin' Cut & Emboss Machine   - Paper Trimmer   - Stampin' Seal   - Stampin' Seal+   - Adhesive Sheets * Description for this block. Use this space for describing your block. Any text will do. Description for this block. You can use this space for describing your block. KIT FAQS WANT TO MAKE MORE OF THE CLASS PROJECTS? Simply add additional Very Vanilla card stock and Gold Foil to the kit and you'll be able to make many more of these projects! And don't forget add ons get double FBP and free ship on the add on. - Very Vanilla 8-1/2" X 11" Cardstock - Gold Foil Sheets   10% DISCOUNT FOR VIP MEMBERS VIP CLUB MEMBER DISCOUNT - Receive an additional 10% off the kits. Be sure to use the special VIP form on the VIP site to receive your discount. - Kit purchase counts as January VIP purchase. - Not a VIP member yet? Learn more about getting your wish list on a budget with perks JOIN THE VIP CLUB - KIT ORDER FORM Read the full article