#wood keepsake box

[handmadegiftpl]

Wooden Tea Box with 12 Compartments Gustav Klimt Inspired

Wooden Tea Box with 12 Compartments Gustav Klimt Inspired, Japonism & Art Nouveau Style, Handcrafted in Europe Gift for women

[meawmapottery]

Blue Siamese Fighting Fish in a Lotus Pond

[rain-day-today]

Little crack thingy of mine is Natsu has like really cool shit in his part of the woods. Hes a dragon hes gonna be a hoarder

Like he lives in a little secluded part of magnolia a nice way out of town (also my headcanon) and with this unlimited space he can do well anything.

He just randomly has a small garden of some of the most poisonous plants ever because “ some nice lady gave’em to me on a job!”. A couple strawberry plants are thrown in because Erza bribery.

Theres a little shed somewhere (probably by the river) filled with fishing gear he and Happy have collected over the years. I swear to god Happy has a mini tire swing over that river.

Somewhere around the back theres a second even smaller house except this one is just a junk graveyard. Like no rooms just boxes on boxes of stuff. If you need to find some kind of old retro thingy just dive right in, its gonna be there.

In his actual house, other than the wall of fame he has baskets filled with keepsakes, little shiny nicknacks, and “good luck charms”. If disposable cameras were a thing he probably has a basket of those lying around somewhere.

Most of the time it doesn’t create any issues cause no one goes out there, but one day he has to extend/clean his house or something and the guild is helping out (cause its like BAD) and they end up uncovering like dozens of boxes filled with straight up gold bars and expensive trinkets that he forgot he was using as his “savings”.

Lucy is about to actually strangle him because what do you mean shes been paying for all that food he inhales out of pocket when he’s literally been sitting on a pile of money?!?

[absentlurker]

my personal headcanon is that Steve is used to people not keeping the things he gives them or maybe taking advantage of the things he treats them to.

So, he is quite taken back when he’s hanging out in Eddie’s room while Eddie’s getting them a snack from the kitchen and he decides to snoop and finds a shoe box under Eddie’s bed with ‘Death Upon Those Who Dare To Open’ scratched on the top. Steve rolls his eyes up to the ceiling and whispers, “What a dork,” to himself. He takes a moment to ponder the contents of the box before shrugging and removes the lid.

He raises his eyebrows as he looks over the seemingly random things inside. He reaches in and pulls out three movie ticket stubs that were lying on top. He looks over the movies titles and realizes that these were the movies he and Eddie had seen together at the theater.

He places the tickets back inside before picking up a small black rock. It’s a smooth rock and Steve remembers giving to Eddie on a random walk they took through the woods because he liked the feel of it.

Steve’s heartbeat begins to quicken as he slowly starts to realize what the box is for. He slowly picks up a little giraffe keychain he found at a gas station one night and gave to Eddie for reasons he still doesn’t understand. He thought he threw it away when he didn’t see it again but here it was. Here in this duck taped wrapped shoe box. It was a container full of everything they’ve done together or things Steve has given him.

A bashful smile grows on Steve’s face as he looks at the content of the box. All the little trinkets and bits of paper that Eddie has saved because…they’re important to him. His loud, sarcastic metalhead Dungeon Master boyfriend has a keepsake box just for Steve. To remember all the their little moments. His whole body feels light and warm and full. He hears glasses clinking together has Eddie makes his way back down the hall.

Steve puts the lid back on the box, patting the top gently before sliding it back under the bed. He’s turned around and facing Eddie from the floor when he shuffles into the room.

Eddie pauses before asking, “Why are you on the floor, Stevie?” Steve stands up and takes the glasses from Eddie’s hands before placing them on his cluttered nightstand.

Steve turns back around, steps forward and wraps his arms around Eddie’s waist.

“No reason.”

“You’re being weird, sweetheart.” Eddie chuckles softly in his head before he wraps Steve up in his arms to hug him back tightly. Steve closes his eyes before smiling as he nuzzles into the space between Eddie’s neck and shoulder.

[mcgnagallsarmy]

Top 10 Spuffy fics I’ve read (Oct 2023)

All the Way Alive by violettathepiratequeen [PG-13]

Rewrite of "All the Way." AKA an episode that was so RIPE with unfulfilled potential. Because this is the last one in S6 where everything was still all sweet and soft between them…

Blackout by bewildered [NC-17]

The lights have gone out in Los Angeles - and when they come back up, Buffy is there in front of Spike, saving the day and reawakening his hopes. When the unwinnable battle against the demon army is finally won, Spike has the opportunity to win back Buffy’s trust—and perhaps even her love—on an evil-fighting, life-sharing road trip across America. Can he tick all the boxes to get back in her good graces? Or will he end up alone in the dark again?

Cold Comfort by scratchmeout [NC-17]

Buffy’s burning up. Spike has a solution.

Come Back to Me by honeygirl51885 [NC-17]

One call can change everything. It can jump start your heart or it can send your whole world crashing down around you. A newly corporeal Spike musters up the courage to call Buffy. They slowly rebuild their relationship over the phone lines, him in California fighting alongside Angel and her in London establishing the new Slayer central. Phone calls and letters sustain the onetime lovers, while they fight against the forces of evil on two separate continents; all the while counting down the days until they can meet again in person. Things change when tragedy strikes and Buffy is gravely injured. Not willing to let another moment slip through his fingers, Spike sets off for England to care for his Slayer. Is he only there to offer support? Or, could their newly rekindled relationship finally be ready to break through the surface?

Husky by Holly [R]

The Finn family farm has a crappy harvest ahead, but Buffy's too busy with her new boyfriend to care. Who can blame her?

It's a Wonderful Spike by Lady Emma [R]

After Spike (William Pratt) wishes he had never been born, an angel (Cordelia Chase) is sent to earth to make Spike’s wish come true.

Keepsakes by violettathepiratequeen [PG-13]

Spike is fated to pop up at random moments in Buffy's life, with only a short window of time to guess what she most needs right then. And Buffy's just trying to figure out why she isn't more weirded out by it.

Startlingly Moral by acekoomboom [PG-13]

Buffy never told her mom she's the slayer, so she never left town to live as Anne in L.A. When Spike comes back to town with Drusilla in tow, there's a perfect excuse already sitting around to explain for her mom why her life is so strange… Buffy's in a band. Aka a truce fic, rock band style.

Tension by The Danish Bird [NC-17]

It's not even been a month since she buried her mom, her sister is a glowing ball of energy and now Glory knows about that too, and instead of staying to fight, like a proper Slayer should, she's running away in a Winnebago where all she can do is sit and wait for the fight to catch up to her anyway. No wonder Buffy is feeling so tense. But hey, if the world is ending anyway, maybe it's not so bad to agree to that massage Spike is offering. After all, it's just an innocent back rub, right? Just a short smutty oneshot set in the season 5 episode Spiral. It could even be almost canon-compliant… if you squint.

Voices in the Woods by honeygirl51885 [PG-13]

There’s something in the woods.

[felassan]

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[ofdrivensnow]

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He kept it in a box of keepsakes. One hand splayed underneath the cold wooden box, the lid placed to the side and glacier hues transfixing on the earring inside. The last item he had left of his songbird. It reflected off his hand, the sun's beams raying through the window next to him catching the honey glow of amber colored pieces embedded in the silver. In that moment he was back in those woods, going insane knowing she got away, and the insanity that STILL 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑚 ; 𝑀 𝐴 𝐷 of wondering where she may be now. Sound of the heavy door opening startled Coriolanus out of his thoughts and with the quick snap of his head, he especially in particular felt burning hatred TOWARDS the one who interrupted. Caught with it in his palm. The only option his mind quickly puzzled together was to tuck his fingers over the jewelry and play it off, "Do you not have PURPOSE else where? –Of course not." More venomous than usual ; and IF LOOKS COULD KILL.

[littlest-w01f]

King and Queens

Rhysand + Rheana (See Rheana here)

For @officialrhysandweek

Rhysand week 2024 Masterlist

Day 6: Worlds Axis

Summary: Rhysand and Rheana discover their true heritage that their paternal family buried deep down

Cw: None

Rhysand and Rheana had managed to clean up everything of their parents and sister, kept what mattered to them, and begrudgingly gave away everything else.

The pair carefully packed away items that held sentimental value - paintings, letters, trinkets, and keepsakes. They even found time to preserve memories they shared together, such as recipes for meals cooked by their mother and little crafts their sister did, they would always joke about how she couldn't stick to one, handmade cards created by their father during the rare moments of his love for their mother. Every memento was handled with care and placed securely within boxes marked with their names.

Only one last thing remained, It was a large estate filled with rooms upon rooms of treasures accumulated over generations, something their father had yet to tell them about, Rheana had learned about it in a letter under her parents' bed. It would take days just to go through all of it. Yet, they knew they couldn't keep every single item, some things were simply too valuable or too cumbersome for two young adults to maintain alone.

"What do we do with this?" Rhysand asked, walking through the halls of one of the biggest mansions they had ever seen, surprise filled both the siblings.

As she turned a corner, Rheana's footsteps echoed off the marble floors, not polished in quite a while, the air thick with the scent of old books and wood. She gazed around at the opulent furnishings, gold leaf adorning every surface, crystal chandeliers unlit, covered in cobwebs, and walls lined with tapestries depicting fantastical creatures.

"This," she said, running a hand along the carved armrest of a plush velvet sofa, "is beyond anything our family has ever owned. How did our grandparents acquire such wealth?"

Rhysand joined her, his eyes scanning the room with a mix of awe and trepidation. He'd never seen so much grandeur in one place before. It felt overwhelming, like trying to drink from an aggressive waterfall.

"I don't know," he admitted, "but whatever happened, we can't possibly keep all of this."

Rheana noted an old trunk in the corner of the main halls, with a curious expression, she moved to it, her arm muscles flexed while prying the lock open with her bare hands, inside it were old books, brown and yellow in pages, bound by old leather that was falling apart.

Rhysand walked up behind her, "What is it, sister?"

"Old journals... From... Our ancestors." Rheana said.

Rhysand peered over Rheana's shoulder as she gently opened one of the dusty books. The pages crackled as they turned, revealing handwritten notes in elegant script, accompanied by intricate illustrations of various lands and peoples.

"These look ancient," Rhysand remarked, tracing a finger over a faded map depicting the Night Court's territory centuries ago. "Our ancestors must have been quite the explorers."

Rheana nodded, her brow furrowed in concentration as she scanned the text. "It seems they documented their travels, trade agreements, and interactions with other courts and kingdoms. There's also mention of powerful artifacts and magical beings they encountered along the way."

She paused, her eyes widening as she read further. "Wait, look at this entry from Grandmother Eira. It speaks of a legendary sword, said to grant immense power to its wielder."

The words caused both siblings to exchange glances, filled with intrigue and curiosity. They were no strangers to magic or mythical weapons, having grown up in a world populated by immortal faeries and creatures of all kinds, but this sounded particularly extraordinary.

"There's no record of such a weapon in our family history," Rheana said, flipping through more pages. "Perhaps it was lost or forgotten over time."

"But why would our grandmother make note of it?" Rhysand wondered aloud, leaning closer to examine the delicate handwriting. "Unless she knew someone who possessed it or sought it out herself."

The notion sparked an idea in Rheana's mind. "Maybe there's a clue here about how to find it, or who might still have it today."

As dusk settled over the estate, Rheana and Rhysand continued to pore over the journals, searching for any clues that could lead them to the mysterious weapon. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows across the aged parchment, heightening the suspense of their hunt.

Eventually, Rhysand came across another intriguing passage written by Great-Grandmother Azrae, who, according to the texts had been known for her wisdom and strategic prowess. It seemed she had spent years searching for the elusive blade, visiting various temples, ruins, and hidden sanctums throughout Faerie.

"She must've been obsessed with finding it," Rhysand murmured, reading aloud from the journal. "But none of these places sound familiar to me."

"Because these places aren't from Night Court... They're from Hybern..." Rheana whispered, feeling dread, their grandmother and great-grandmother were living in Hybern. They had been all their lives. "I've seen this lake on the maps." Rhysand flipped through the pages, to the maps that now didn't look like the Night court in the slightest, "Our family... They lived there... But how?"

As the gravity of the situation sank in, the siblings fell silent, their gazes glued to the faded ink scrawled across the ancient parchment. They realized they weren't merely dealing with the legacy of two deceased parents or their beloved sister but an entire dynasty rooted deeply in the world of Fae politics and conflict.

"This changes everything," Rhysand finally broke the silence, his voice laced with uncertainty yet determination. "We can't ignore the possibility that whatever secrets our grandparents kept were intertwined with Hybern... Their... Our family."

"We need to keep looking," Rheana replied sternly, her mind racing with questions about her ancestry she hadn't pondered until now. It made sense, the dreading knowledge that a part of their ancestry was connected with Hybern, the daemati abilities their grandmother showed, what their father showed, what they showed. No Fae in Prythian had those abilities, because it wasn't from Prythian, but from the line of kings that ruled Hybern, it was power frequent in their world. She flipped the pages, "Here, look..." She whispered, catching something in one of the pages, it stated how their grandmother had found her mate in a Night Court heir, she turned more pages, "This must be when she fell in love with grandfather... She was pregnant with father in less than 3 years... That's almost unheard of, no one concieves this early."

Rhysand leaned in closer as Rheana pointed to the entries detailing their grandmother's life, his heart pounding with anticipation. Each word, each stroke of the quill, painted a picture of a woman caught between worlds, torn between loyalty to her birthright and love for a man from a rival land.

He felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized the depth of his own connection to Hybern, not just through his parents but through his very own bloodline. The weight of that knowledge settled heavily upon him, a burden he wasn't sure he was prepared to carry.

"What does it say?" Rhysand asked softly, his voice tinged with reverence for the woman whose legacy now entwined their own destinies.

Rheana's eyes widened as she read further, her breath hitching. "It says… No..."

"No what?" Rhysand asked urgently, noticing the shock and horror etched onto his sister's face.

"Father was... We are..." Rheana shut the book. There was so much they didn't know about their families, what made them as powerful as they were, but their grandmother being from Hybern, they were probably related to the king distantly and their grandfather being the descendant of the most powerful Lordd of their time, they were bound to be powerful. It was their destiny. "We never really learned where our grandmother came from... She was next in line... She gave up the crown to be with grandfather."

Rhysand stared at Rheana, his mind reeling from the implications of her words. Their family tree, once thought to be relatively simple, had suddenly branched out into a tangled web of royal lineage and ancient rivalries. The pieces began to fall into place - their parents' untimely deaths, the whispers of dark magic, the sheer power that radiated from within the walls of the Night Court estate.

Rhysand looked at the house they were in with a different light, trying to find answers to the new questions that emerged, avoiding the easiest answer that was waving at his face, refusing their relation to Hybern, and the magic they showed.

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[everybodyshusband]

love languages

mushy may ; day fourteen (approx. 800 words)

read under the cut or on ao3 :)

(they/them rain, he/they swiss)

Rain’s thing has always been physical touch. They make it seem so simple, the way they effortlessly gravitate towards Mountain, linking their pinkies together, or pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. They like to be close to him; it reassures them as much as it reassures him that they’re both there, they exist, they’re in this together no matter how chaotic life gets. The reassurance is nice, and while Mountain isn’t always a touchy feely person, he finds himself missing the water ghoul’s cool touch when they’re not around.

Swiss likes words of affirmation. He likes to spill his praises for the earth ghoul from his lips in a never ending stream of adoration. It’s often when Mountain leasts expects it. He’ll be soaking in Copia’s unholy words of worship during a sermon and suddenly the multi ghoul’s voice will be in his ear, telling him how much they love seeing Mountain so engrossed in the service. Or maybe a murmured “thank you so much baby, so you’re so good to me” when Mountain reaches up to the highest cupboard to grab him a roll of baking paper. Even after all these years of knowing Swiss, their kind words still catch Mountain off guard every time. It’s always worth the surprise though, knowing that Swiss will be grinning up at his blush when he leans down to peck the multi ghoul on the cheek.

Ever since she was summoned, Cirrus has liked quality time. Time spent with just the two of them basking in each other’s good company. It never matters what the two of them do, just that they do it together. They’ve watched countless movies curled up on the couch together, worked together on separate projects on opposite sides of the greenhouse in almost total silence, and hiked up to Mountain’s favourite picnic spot deep in the woods that overlooks a field of flowers and a waterfall. The activities they do in their time spent together have always varied wildly, but again, neither of them think it matters much what they do, just that they do it together.

Cumulus enjoys gift giving, especially hand-crafted gifts. One year she banned Mountain from one of his greenhouses for three months while she painstakingly built and decorated a portable flower bed for him all by herself—the little plot now sits at the Abbey’s entrance, the colourful painted flowers along the side of the wood completely ruining whatever “evil satanic church aesthetic” the Clergy are trying to go for at the entrance, and Mountain couldn’t be more thrilled. Another year—only a few days after she was summoned and a few months before Dewdrop became a fire ghoul—she spent weeks moulding a clay soap dispenser for the ghouls’ communal bathroom. It wound up getting smashed to pieces when it got knocked off the counter, but Mountain kept a few of the shards and now they live in a little keepsake box in his room; Cumulus made that, too. Her gifts are always intricate, crafted with love, and Mountain treasures every single one.

Dewdrop, on the other hand, who would rather die than outwardly express his affection—or at least, that’s what he wants them all to think—shows his love through acts of service. It’s always in the most subtle of ways, and Mountain has to really pay attention in order to notice. After an exhausting day, he heads to his room and his clean washing has been folded neatly and placed on his chest of drawers. When he wakes up in a panic in the middle of the night because he forgot to give his new seedlings a sprinkle of water, he heads down to the greenhouses and finds the baby plants glistening with mist, and the fertiliser, which he also forgot about, is already sprinkled around the base of their stems. He makes an offhand remark about having lost his favourite hoodie, and the next day it’s sitting folded and washed on his sheets—he sneaks it back into Dewdrop’s room the same night with a love note tucked into the pocket; sue him, he likes seeing the fire ghoul swallowed up in his clothes, and he loves bearing witness to Dewdrop’s blush when he reads Mountain’s notes. As the years wear on and Dewdrop slowly becomes more vocal in expressing his love for his packmates, Mountain expects the acts to lessen. If anything, they become more and more frequent as Dewdrop grows his confidence and topples his internal walls stone by stone. It’s as if with every word of affection he speaks, he reiterates it tenfold through his actions. Mountain adores Dewdrop’s gradual increase in his ability to show affection. He knows it isn’t easy for the little spitfire, and he’s excited for him. More than anything, he’s simply happy. Happy to know that while all of Dewdrop’s feelings used to get bottled up, he’s now gaining the confidence to express it outwardly. Mountain couldn’t be prouder.

[shastakiss]

Hello and thank you for the very kind words! Hope it's okay to answer publicly in case this is helpful to others.

I looked at some of your vitrine textures, you did a beautiful job! And those were fussy with the skinny curvy 'alpha' door designs and you even took the time to do different wood accents for the picture frames and keepsake box, etc!? You might think no one notices stuff like that but I did :3

I can't help with Photoshop, but in GIMP I don't know how best to describe it but you know how irl you can use a paper cutter for straight lines but you have to use scissors for curves? For curves on a texture, instead of scissors, I use the lasso tool and then those curves can look 'crunchy' (pixelated). I rectangle-select just that curved section on my texture (e.g. the vitrine's door design section) and blur it a little: Toolbar > Filters > Blur > Gaussian Blur... Size X 0.50 Size Y 0.50

About recolors looking less bright, I have that problem too! It can be a combination of things

The shading overlay I've made is too dark and/or grey — lighten/brighten the shading overlay a bit — 'colorize' the shading overlay, I do this especially for warm colors (pinks/peaches/yellows)

This is a cushion texture in cluedo peach with my original shading overlay on the left and a colorized shading overlay on the right, that's exactly the same peach color underneath both. Sometimes my shading overlay can really 'muddy' the wood/color/texture underneath it.

Inconsistent TXMT settings — You could check what TXMTs Michelle uses on their AL wood recolors and match them — For fabrics and wood/painted wood, mine are usually: reflectivity 0.5 stdMatDiffCoef 0.8,0.8,0.8 stdMatEnvCubeMode none stdMatSpecCoef 0.074,0.074,0.074 stdMatSpecPower 20

Weird Mesh The original mesh you're recoloring might just have odd shadows/lighting in game and/or look very different outdoors vs. indoors. It's a mesh thing and not your recolor.

Hope this helps a little! Also it's nice to remember that we can be our own worst critic. One time I asked Fanseelamb for help with a clothing texture; they looked at my PNG and kindly said 'I don't see anything wrong!?' So yeah me being all perfectionist when it was fine haha Looking forward to your possible build items in island colors!

[youthmustfight]

"Order up." Benji chuckles a bit to himself, ringing the bell prematurely. He shrugs to himself before looking around in the clearing of the woods where the son of Hebe had brought himself to. Along with the bell, Benji sets down the items he had brought with him. The son of Hebe had trouble finding a place where he felt comfortable enough to hold the ceremony and preform the ritual. Even his own cabin, while yes belonging to him, didn't feel like it was truly his home. What he knew from this timeline's Benji, didn't allow for him to rest easily either. It made him wonder if his karmic debt would somehow effect him in this ritual as well.

Most of the items joining the son of Hebe were in a box. Though he was sure he could have done without a couple things, but Benji thought probably better safe than sorry. He sets down the box for a moment onto a knoll of grass beside him, pulling out a folded up blanket. Taking a pair of corners, Benji shakes the blanket to nicely float and spread the blanket across the forest floor. Once laid flat, Benji brings the box with him to sit on top of the blanket. He blinks as he sees the blotches of dirt along the bottom of the box once he sets it down on the blanket. And with that, Benji decides to begin the ritual.

*"Divine Song within my veins, Hear my call beyond the planes.

He rings the bell lightly into the cool crisp air of the forest. Benji holds onto the bell as he begins to feel a soft breeze against his skin. His eyes look at the bell in curiosity, perhaps a trick of the light or the jet lag from his previous couple of quests. Benji could have sworn there was a bit of push back against his hand and the bell. There were loud choruses of crickets as the son of Hebe began to recite the next piece of the spell work.

I pronounce my intentions to thee, Appear for me now and equals we shall be.

He rings the bell once more, his attention refocusing on the items in the box. His free hand reaches inside and pulls out a laminated menu from a diner. He was surprised to find it when he had first moved back into the Hebe cabin. It had only ever appeared once in his past and even then, Benji wasn't as confident to talk the server that had given him the menu, let alone take it as a keepsake. A soft smile is brought out from the son of Hebe as he places the menu onto the blanket. As he does so, Benji feels that push on his hand again. Benji simply eyes the bells curiously once more. There's a slow and gradual blinking of many lanternflies around the godling as Benji continues on with the next piece of the ritual.

Not master and servant, nor collar or chain. But partner to partner, equals in name.

The bell rings again, but without the use of Benji's hand. Seems like whatever pushed onto Benji's hand wanted to ring the bell as well, apparently the promise of being equals exciting the entity. Benji returns his attention to the box, bringing out a black hoodie he had found in the Hebe cabin. Losing it in his timeline, Benji was more than excited to find his frog prince hoodie. The hood even had golden accents to mimic a crown as well. This new timeline, as confusing as it was, Benji did appreciate finding what he's lost before had come back to him. He'll admit to it being a an unconventional.

I call you forth, and bind together, An eternal bond that lasts forever."

The bell rings once more, the unseen weight joining Benji's hand as the son of Hebe welcomed whatever had ran the bell with him. The breeze had picked up around him and wherever the son of Hebe tried to catch a glimpse of the creature, the lanternflies were persistent in blocking his sight. Using his hearing the gauge the size and stature of the creature wouldn't do either, the chirping of the crickets seemed to have boosted in volume, drowning out any sound for the son of Hebe. The weight on Benji's hand had continued to be maneuvered oddly, ringing the bell until it stopped. Silence. Darkness. Both surrounded the son of Hebe until he could parse out the features in front of him, the creature in front of him…

[someonelookingpraediti]

OwlCrate Unboxing

Into the Grishaverse Limited Edition

What a box! Three books and eight items?! Amazing!! BUT, it was $190, plus shipping! Yikes!! I sat around waiting for this so go on sale, I was so determined to get hold of it, but it didn't sell out for months, so I needn't have worried - the book-only option sold out really quickly, so I guess most people aren't as into the goodies as I am!

The books are the original Grishaverse trilogy, by Leigh Bardugo: "Shadow & Bone", "Siege & Storm", and "Ruin & Rising". I'm assuming they'll release the rest of the books in the future, and I'm hoping they also do full goody boxes for those. These editions have exclusive dust jackets, interior jacket artwork, foiled endpapers, ribbon bookmarks, stencilled edges. and foiled hardcases. (Scroll down to the bottom for photos of the covers and edges) The only downside is that these books aren't the same size as every single other Leigh Bardugo I have on my shelf! So I can no longer keep all my Bardugoes together! I only have fancy editions of these books, so these are the first copies of books 2 & 3 that I own, since they didn't do collector's editions of them.

The first item is a tea mug! I love this item! It's glass, with a wood-effect handle and lid, and it has a glass strainer that sits inside. There's a gold "Little Palace" design on the outside. I love mugs with strainers, because loose leaf is my preferred tea brewing method, and I've already tried this one out!

The second item is a blanket! It's black and white, and has the Grishaverse map on it. I'm always a fan of a blanket, although I have no idea where I'm going to put it - I have way too many. This is probably the smallest blanket I've ever seen! But it's gorgeous.

The next item is an embroidered book pouch, based on Alina's blue Kefta! They call this a book sleeve, but it's way more than that! This is like a full-on book bag! It has a popper close, and a huge main section big enough for at least two books, and about five little pockets for bits and bobs. I love this item!

Next is a set of two necklaces. These are based on the Saint Tokens in the books, one inspired by the Darkling, and one by the Sun Summoner. One is silver, one is gold. These are kind of clunky, but actually I really like these, so I'm sure I'll wear both of them!

And there's a tin of loose leaf tea. This is designed to look like a celebration of Nikolai's coronation. I tried this (in my new mug!) and it's pretty bland. But it's drinkable, and I appreciate that this is clearly marked for allergens, and is actually safe for me to drink!

Next is a set of enamel pins. These are huge, and so, so heavy. There is no way you could ever lug one of these around on a jacket or bag, it would weigh the fabric down so much! They're really pretty, though, and feature the Darkling, Alina, and Mal. They're in a foiled velvet presentation case, so it's an item worth having just for the box - I'll hold on to these as a keepsake, even though I won't wear them.

There's also a passport holder. Normally I wouldn't be fussed about this, but I just happen to be going on holiday this year, for the first time in almost a decade! This is a brown leather-effect "Ravkan Passport" holder, and it also has a zip pouch and card slots, so I can probably just use it as a wallet when I'm not on holiday.

The final item is a set of three bookmarks. This is the disappointing item - I guess there's always one. These feature the three amplifiers from the books, and the designs are nice, but they're on transparent plastic bookmarks which I hate, because the design gets totally obscured by whatever is behind them, and they look a mess. Maybe there's a way of backing these on something white, to make them look better?

This is a really, really good box. I don't think it's actually worth $190, since a similar box with one book last year was only $65. That means they charged $125 for the two additional books! It seems absolutely extortionate, but I guess with such a popular series, they can kind of charge whatever they like.

Keep scrolling for pictures of the books.

[squidyyy23]

tagged by a gaggle of pals @celestialmickey @mishervellous @creepkinginc @stocious @suzy-queued @metalheadmickey @whatwouldmickeydo for a super fun tuesday tag game! 🏡

please address me as: "hey you" will do. 🤷🏻‍♀️

how many countries have you lived in? one

states/provinces? two

cities/towns? six?

homes? nine that i remember. but we moved A TON before when i was really little. so who knows.

road trip or long-haul flight? enjoy a good road trip but usually i don't have the days to waste of travel so plane it is.

on the spectrum of hoarder to minimalist, where do you fall? somewhere in the middle? i don't indeed to hoard things. but i always end up with clutter piles still. a lazy leaning-minimalist?

do you have a keepsake box/bin/bag and if so, what’s in it? not really. my sentimental bone is very very very small. i have on ziplock bag of a few pieces of my kids baby clothes. and mostly because i felt like a bad mom if i got rid of them all. 😂 i don't hold memories in stuff i guess.

if you could live anywhere, where would you live? i really do love where i live. no where is the best of all worlds, but it's got a lot going for it. i can day dream about escaping into a cozy cabin in the woods, but i'd go nuts being so far from stuff very quickly.

favorite place in your home? hmm, i don't know? oh! my deck. when the weather is nice, i spend nearly all my free time out there.

finally, what’s your current favorite item in your home? such a lame answer, but my robo vacuum. he let's me be so lazy and i love him for that. the real mvp in this house.

prying into the life of any other pals who wanna play! @auds-and-evens @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @gallawitchxx @heymrspatel @smokey-mickey @gardenerian @xninetiestrendx @grumble-fish @energievie @sleepyfacetoughguy @shameless-notashamed @rereadanon

[maria021015]

Xander didn’t get home until after the sun had dipped below the horizon that night. It had left her alone with her thoughts and her countless opened and unopened cardboard boxes. Though Zaida much preferred the company of the boxes rather than her thoughts, so she busied herself with unpacking. Clothes were hung and organised according to item category and then sub-organised into colour. Keepsakes were tucked in boxes below her bed, her art supplies slid under right next to them. In that box lay countless expensive paintbrushes made from sable hairs. They were a gift from her father. Each birthday and holiday he would buy her another until her collection was complete. She couldn’t bear to paint with them, afraid of the bristles becoming stiff or stained. Afraid of ruining something so precious. Afraid of the memories that came when she held them. So instead they sat in that box with the rest of her art supplies.

When she had gotten through half of the boxes, she decided she had done enough manual labour for the day. Padding over barefoot to the kitchen, she sifted through the pantry and fridge, taking in the ingredients and mentally recording her options before deciding on making some creamy pasta. She was just shoving the last forkfuls of penne into her mouth when her brother walked through the front door.

“I saved you some dinner.” she gestured vaguely to the closed pot atop the stove. “How was your shift?”

“I can’t answer that question, Zay.” he sighed, exhaustion weighing down his features as he pulled a bowl out from the dishware cupboard.

“What? I’m just making polite conversation about how your day was.” she hummed with a casual shrug and dropped her own bowl in the sink, atop his toast plate from the morning. “My day was great by the way, thanks for asking.”

“You and I both know you’re not asking about how my day was, you’re asking me about what happened to the bus driver.” he shot back, filling his bowl up with the remaining pasta.

“Well now that you mention it, what did happen to that bus driver? Has your genius brain figured it out yet?” she prompted him, leaning against the kitchen bench.

“You saw the bus. You’re smart enough to figure out what happened. He’s not the first animal attack victim, and at this rate, he won’t be the last. We’ve been scouring the reserve for days and there’s no trace of this thing.” he rubbed at his temples, clearly frustrated, but something he said made her pause.

“What do you mean not the first victim? I thought it was only animals that have been showing up dead?” Zaida pushed. He’d mentioned mauled deer but nothing about human victims.

“There was a body found in the woods, but it still hasn’t been officially connected to the animal attacks. They want to be sure.” he yielded, knowing she would not relent unless she was given at least some answers.

“If they found the body then what are they waiting for? Surely it would be easy enough to distinguish an animal attack. Bites, claws, animal hair, voilà, you have your perpetrator.” her brows creased, trying to make sense of it.

“Well, they’re waiting to find the other half-” Xander began and her eyes widened.

“The other half ! They found half a body and you didn’t tell me! ” she gawked, stuffing down her rising concern and smothering it with sarcasm. “What if it wasn’t an animal attack? What if there’s a murderer out there swinging a katana like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill, just chopping people in half? And to think, you were going to let me walk to school!”

“I shouldn’t have said anything.” he groaned and shook his head. “Just forget about it, okay? You’re not supposed to know about this, so keep it zipped.”

“Zipped. I am zipping.” she mimed the action of zipping her lips shut and throwing away the key. In half ? What kind of animal could sever a body in half? The same kind of animal that could rip a bus door off its hinges , she told herself. The same kind of animal that left five-fingered claw marks .

“I’m sure the animal will show up soon and when it does,” he mimicked shooting off a gun. “We’ll deal with it. For now, you go straight to school and you come straight back home, okay? I don’t want you out and about.”

“Yes, Lord Vader, sir.” she brought her fingers to her temple in a salute before turning on her heel to retreat to her bedroom. Well, her tally of weird shit was growing. Fast.

[gxst]

the  top  button  of  a  shirt  left  undone.  a  deep  ache  to  feel  like  you  belong.  willingly  stepping  into  your  own  cage.  replacing  love  with  a  one  night  stand.  sneaking  a  botte  of  wine  under  your  jacket.  a  lost  sense  of  wonder.  stains  of  lipstick  on  your  neck.  falling  just  before  the  finish  line.  doing  as  you’re  told.  forgetting  to  eat.  leaving  before  the  other  wakes  up.

stats.

full name : adam ivar gustafsson age : twenty seven birthday : july 20th nationality : swedish gender / pronouns : cis man, he / him sexual orientation : pansexual occupation : servant for the swedish royal family languages spoken : swedish, english, basic danish

misc.

scars : small bright spots on his knees from landing on gravel while falling off a horse as a child, one faint white line on the knuckle of his left thumb from carving wood, an unevenness to his nose after having it broken and set back into place sleeping habits : 6 - 7 hours, preferably with nathaniel. mumbles in his sleep emotional stability : easily broken down, too stubborn to admit it's a problem alcohol use : regular zodiac sign : cancer sun, taurus moon, leo rising alignment : neutral good positive traits : loyal, honest, playful when it's allowed negative traits : stubborn, cynical, skittish habits : bounces his leg when sitting, picks at his nails, sometimes hums when he's working hobbies : reading and writing ( poorly ) fears : abandonment, thunder and lightning, the dark favourite weather : post-rain sunshine favourite colour : lilac favourite food : new potatoes and salmon favourite beverage : tea and wine favourite animal : dogs tracklist : achilles come down ( gang of youths ), marjorie ( taylor swift ), all i've ever known ( hadestown ), that funny feeling ( phoebe bridgers version ), i can see you ( taylor swift )

biography.

tw: death and murder

you were born to not be seen. you’re raised to not take up space. you blend into the surrounding scenery until you are needed for something, and just as fast as the snap of fingers or the wave of a hand asked you for help, you disappear into the background again once the task is complete. it's drilled into you that you must learn your place, and you do it very well.

you often find yourself helping your father with his job as a servant for the swedish royals when you’re able. you learn how to work a broom, how to best care for an apple tree, how to carry several pints at once without spilling a drop. you’re endearing, you’re sweet, your cheeks are pinched,  you’re just like your father  and you take much pride in it. you know nothing of what the world has in store for you. you’re curious about your surroundings. your older sister teaches you how to ride a horse, and together you sneak off when everybody else is asleep for midnight adventures filled with made up stories of bravery and happily ever afters while you imagine such lives for yourselves. you pick bouquets of dandelions and gift them to your mother who keeps it a secret from you that they are weeds. you’re taught how to skip rocks, but instead of throwing them you keep them in a keepsake box under your bed. you find yourself out in the courtyard: the moon has slivered down to a shard and you didn’t know of any constellations so you made up your own and named them after the people who love you.

you’re happy. you’re amongst friends. the cooks at the castle offer you apple slices to keep you around, always excited about your presence and the nonsense stories of made up bravery you tell. you keep them company as you grow up in front of their eyes. they still see you as a chid, their chid, and the taste of apples remind you of love.

you fall in love several times a week. not being caught becomes one of your favourite games. hushed laughter and unbuttoned shirts is a regular occurrence. every melody in the world belongs to you.

then, things change.

your mother becomes sick, and soon thereafter she passes. your older sister is quick to join her. you and your father alike are struck with insurmountable grief. for you, it means you stop getting out of bed in the mornings. for him, it means he can no longer perform as well in regards to his work as he used to. the swedish king takes notice, and it is dealt with swiftly. your father joins your mother and your sister, and you are left to fill his shoes. you try to wish yourself dead in hopes of seeing your family again but it does not work.

you stay alive, you keep your two younger siblings fed. your hands shake, but only when no one is watching. you do not have the time to grieve. you occupy yourself with polishing, pouring, boiling tealeaves and doing as you’re told. at night you drink yourself warm. flowers still bloom, stars still sparkle, and you are blind to all of it. you find yourself curling on your bed as you had once been cradled by your parents.

when the king is murdered by his very own advisor, you do not say a word. you do not try to prevent it, you do not run for help. you lock the door and you avert your eyes, but you cannot do the same with your ears. your reward is to keep your position, and so, you're brought along to scotland. you try and use the change of scenery as a fresh start. during the day you do your best to shine a decent enough light on sweden, and at night you collapse into the beds of strangers to keep your mind from drifting towards the past you're trying to forget.

you fall into the arms of a woman with as many coils as a snake and in return she lands you a broken nose and a belief that this is how you ought to be treated. it is only with the help of a friend that you manage to release yourself from her honey coated claws. out of her arms, you fall into his - but this is different. his hands do not pull you in to push you away once he grows bored and finds something more interesting, and before you even know what's happening you've fallen in love with your best friend.

relationships.

nathaniel : love of his whole life :-) ilja balogh : best friend ivar olofsson : coworker, friend elif kaya : friend iggy adamsdotter : pet chicken

[galdrecraft]

Rowan Keepsake Box - Spalted Norwegian Maple with Burl

e: 3.85 x 3.5 x 3.65 i: 2.85 x 2.5 x 2.5 Spalted Norwegian Maple with Burl figuring. Wood is from a neighborhood tree felled in 2015 where several large rounds were collected and dried/aged in Cen's garage for the past several years and processed into lumber for use recently thanks to a new bandsaw. The considerable figuring and spalting in the grain makes every piece made out of this wood unique and visually stunning. Rowan design on the lid taken from historical heraldic examples. The rowan has long been a symbol of protection, courage, and cleansing. Tung Oil finish and beeswax polish View Care Guide View in Shop