This sticker features a clothed raccoon lying in a field of flowers, their chin in their hands and a smile on their face. The large flowers surrounding them are are purple and blue. This sticker is violet scented, and was made by Trend in the 1980s
her name was Michelle but now she's goes by darkness. she is a goddess of darkness and all that is evil.
Semi small back story
her wife is goddess of light goddess of all good and they use to be nymph or fairies which ever you feel comfortable calling them. they were the ones protecting earth doing everything a god should do but the gods were lazy and hardly did anything.
long story short the gods tried to unalive Michelle wife and Michelle snapped and unalive all the gods in doing so she almost died herself. but one god cursed her to be a monster. her wife thinking she was dead, she destroyed the world with all of her powers and earth was nothing but a floating rock.
as time passes it was the two of them and Michelle had a horrible painful transformation from the curse but her wife was there to comfort and help as much as she can. eventually the curse was completed but still they're the only ones on the planet. the two used whatever magic they had left and started building a whole new world after so many attempts they finally made a world of angels and demons which they are now they're goddess of. unlike the old gods they do answer their people and help them out.
does she regret what she did? no she actually enjoys being the monster she is and as long as she's with her wife she's 💯 happy.
Dilly of a job! Scratch and Sniff Sticker by Trend.
This sticker features a grey mouse wearing a yellow shirt proclaiming its love of pickles while sitting beside an open pickle jar. It is licking its lips and resting its hands on its stomach in a satisfied manner. Above it, yellow text reads "Dilly of a job!" on a pink background.
Also the bookmark poll just reminded me that I got my spouse two books for Christmas but I bought them while out shopping with the friend we were staying with in New England, and the only reasonable bookstore to get to was Barnes and Noble, and I forgot to take out the little "Join our rewards club!" slip from the receipt they'd tucked into the book, so he opens it up to read it and went, "GASP. You went to Barnes and Noble? BETRAYAL."
This is how genuinely ride or die my household is for indie bookstores.