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4 HEADER STYLES, 3 COLORS PER HEADER (s7-9)

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as requested by @evanbukley !!!

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taylor swift + one tree hill (nathan & haley) layouts ✦

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SOPHIA BUSH as Brooke Davis in One Tree Hill 4.13, Pictures of You

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The Moon That Breaks the Night

Day 8: throwin' it back to the beginning. Characters from @lumosinlove's Sweater Weather, header from @noots-fic-fests <3

Yesterday's movie (as was so correctly guessed!!!): Scooby-Doo! Also, talitasami on Instagram literally drew the Marauders as the Scooby Gang on the 18th and somehow I missed it??? It's brilliant, go check it out!

The wolf was hungry, and the woods were stocked full.

He kept his nose low for traces of rabbit. Those never bored him. They were quick and vicious, always ready to leap into some new strange place or nip at his snout. Their strong back legs had battered him about the ears and eyes many times.

He could smell squirrel on the wind. Dull. Loud. Always scrambling up into the trees where he couldn’t reach for risk of splinters in his paws.

Hungry, hungry, searching.

Cedar and pine eased his way down the ridge, cautious steps muffled to nothingness. He rested his weight back and slid the last few feet in a spray of red-brown leaves. The wolf licked his lips, pleased, and shook himself free of debris. Fun fun fun fun fun. His tail thumped despite himself.

The forest was calm and cool this far into the night. His ear was itchy, but not so bad he had to stop as he trotted past the river. The lake would be sweet with late autumn. His journey was making him thirsty. He may even be able to catch a fish in the shallows, one of the darting ones with silver scales.

The howl of another whispered over the foothills and he sneezed. Ah, well. That limited his range, but he would survive. There was plenty hidden in the burrows and bushes of his own territory, and few who would challenge him for it. He trotted on.

Full moon tonight, loup. Fish-silver light lanced through the sparse canopy; Sirius’ voice buzzed in his head, in the soft space between his ears. The wolf shook himself again. He knew no people, just the dog and the antlered thing that played chase and tug and hide. Hungry. Would they be hungry? Had they gone away?

Loup. That was him. The voice was affectionate and low—it made the wolf want to stretch from his toes to his tail, to lean into the scritches behind his ears and whine until he was allowed to kiss kiss kiss the fondness that smelled like winter ice. The thought made him yawn happily as he moved toward the slope of the lake’s eastern bank. A friend would be good. Even the poor doomed rabbits would become wearisome if he remained like this.

The moon murmured to him through mouthfuls of cold, clear water. He drank deep, and listened. She had kind things to say to him most of the time. He missed his friend, with his thick black fur and lolling tongue. He missed the tall beast, whose antlers he was permitted to gnaw on as long as he was gentle when they napped near the end of the night. The little one was still too small to play on his spindle-legs.

He didn’t like to be alone out here. The other wolf was snuffling on the other side of the hills, too close, turning his stomach. His bones hurt. The moon couldn’t save him.

He would fight if he was caught, kick and scream and howl and bite. They would try to drag him back but he would clutch the boards with bloody hands and he would not lose his hold again. He would not leave the ice they could not take him from it. He had fought too hard to get it back. Teeth and claws, crimson and ivory. This time, they would bear witness. This time, they would understand.

A bark.

Bright, like the north star.

Close, closer than the other wolf, who would not touch him with the dog near.

Moony turned toward it and took off running.

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De Tocht Der Koeien \\ The Journey of Cows | MxCaptain

[ID: A hand-bound book shown from the front. There is gray bookcloth along the spine and black bookcloth on the front pasted on top of silver and black marbled paper. The title in both English (The Journey of Cows) and Dutch (De Tocht Der Koeien) is painted onto the cover in silver fabric paint, as well as the author name MxCaptain and a graphic of grass. /End ID]

As another gift as part of Fandom Trumps Hate 2023, I did a bind of MxCaptain's fic De Tocht Der Koeien and its English translation The Journey of Cows! Both fics are contained within this volume, one after the other.

[ID: A hand-bound book shown from the spine. The front cover can also be seen from an angle. There is gray bookcloth along the spine. The name in Dutch (De Tocht Der Koeien) and the author name, MxCaptain, are on the spine in silver fabric paint. /End ID]

The cover and spine are both stenciled with silver fabric paint, and the cover has black bookcloth glued atop black-and-gray hand-marbled paper (not marbled by myself). This is, like my previous book, a sewn board binding, and the ends of the boards are painted black.

[ID: Two images of the interior title pages of the book. The first shows the half-title page, which has both titles De Tocht Der Koeien and The Journey of Cows separated by a line and the author name, MxCaptain, beneath a graphic of a cabin. The second shows a two-page spread with a watercolor painting of a pine-tree-covered hill with some highland cows on it. The same titles can be seen on the righthand page, as well as the same author name. /End ID]

The half-title page precedes the title spread, which has a full-spread painting. The edges have been trimmed (very carefully, using a utility knife, which I only attempt with thin books like this one because it is generally very perilous to trim this way) to bring the book down to A6 size and to get the white space away from the edges of the spread.

[ID: Two images of interior pages of the book. The first image shows the front matter on the left and the summary page on the right. The front matter has QR codes with links to the fics, the Blue Skies Books logo with a bluejay, the Renegade Publishing logo with a bookpress, and information about the book. The summary page has the summary in Dutch and English as well as sketches of cows. The second image shows the chapter header on the righthand side. The chapter header has the English title, The Journey of Cows, encased within a woodcut print of cows, with the text of the fic beneath it. /End ID]

The summary page and chapter headers have some more public domain cow images from rawpixel, and I'm especially pleased with the chapter headers, which I think are very cute!

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Ask responses below the cut! Digging into Andrew/Alalia's immortality, the doll, and the design of the town/region it's in.

Yeah!! (To both questions!)

Although the blog header image is a screenshot from one of my playthroughs, it’s just a random one that I thought would fit nice enough -- I haven’t actually built out any of the comic’s locations in-game. I can share a couple of rough thoughts I’ve had how it would look, though!

As far as Purity Town itself goes:

Purity Town is located in the forest/purity biome and has the background of the lake and snowy mountains.

The Tavernkeep, Merchant, Nurse, and Clothier have shops in the main part of town.

This center area is paved in stone (think Pelican Town from Stardew Valley) and has a slightly raised area (think like a fountain design) for the forest pylon.

Andrew lives out on the edge of town more in the woods, and a little ways past his home is a fenced overlook that looks down on everything.

The Zoologist also lives slightly outside of town with the Golfer, but in the opposite direction.

All of Purity Town is built in soft, rolling forested mountains/hills.

Most of the buildings are constructed from wood and brick, but with the exception of the tavern are painted different colors.

Since I’m on the subject -- as far as the general locations go, Purity Town itself is the largest settlement, but there are several other, smaller villages linked to it through the pylon network. NPCs generally live in their favored biome when applicable, with the exception of some of the hallow/cavern biome enjoyers living in Purity Town proper instead.

The snow biome village is located up in the snowy mountains visible from Purity Town, and an unnamed village is located by the sea.

The desert village is built around an oasis.

The jungle village is built around platforms elevated just above shallow pools of water. The area is surrounded by dense foliage from mahogany trees.

There’re currently no cavern or glowing mushroom villages/pylons.

Andrew is fully, 100% aware of the existence of the doll, and is roughly familiar with its limitations. He was present for its making, and though it’s since been lost to him, he has a general idea of what happened to it (being a powerful item that fell into the hands of a demon).

He’s not particularly happy about it, nor is he really in a position to try and get it back, but it’s been a number of years since the doll’s creation and he’s learned to live with it. At least the doll’s existence means Chris will be able to use it as a proxy, rather than Andrew having to be there in person; it provides a little mental separation for both of them.

For Alalia, she came into existence years before the Moon Lord first appeared, when the world was more wild and dangerous than the modern day. So I don’t think it’s out of the question that she died a couple times from assorted beasts and the likes, particularly while she was new and inexperienced. While a violent death is never fun, being a creation/aspect of Terraria likely made her resurrection experience itself less unpleasant than it otherwise would be, and upon being revived she was a bit shaken up but otherwise unharmed. She would have had other Dryads to comfort her, which helped -- they’re functionally immortal beings, and through their long lives most would have died and been revived at least a few times.

And then the Moon Lord appeared, and suddenly when they died, they didn’t come back. The world is different now, and no new Dryads have manifested since, though Terraria has recovered to a point where she can revive Alalia when necessary.

Andrew’s first death was accidental -- he didn’t know the ins and outs of how his whole “thing” worked, nor did he really understand how important he was that he’d be resurrected where few/no others were. I’m not totally sure when his first death would have been, but probably relatively early in his life -- his mother/mentor still being alive at that point, and him still living in his home village. Him still either assuming he’s entirely mortal, or slowly beginning to suspect unnatural longevity.

Resurrection is unpleasant at minimum, a natural consequence of one’s entire self being pulled back into the living world -- depending on the circumstances, the experience of being revived can be worse than dying proper. Though from an outside perspective, the affected simply appears and reawakens in their home some time after death.

I imagine Andrew didn’t even register what had happened at first; I don’t have any specific ideas for what killed him the first time, but upon waking up he very well could have dismissed everything as fever dreams associated with a near death experience. Assuming that someone had saved his life, only to learn he had truly, actually died. And then having to process all of the implications of that, and his own trauma, and deal with his family, etc…

Andrew has never been outright blasé towards his own deaths, and tries to avoid it where possible; outside of the obvious inconvenience/discomfort, he’s still a human (more or less) and isn’t above basic instinct. But he knows now that he’ll be resurrected, and in the case where it does come up, he brushes it off publicly as a consequence of him being a Guide. And when push comes to shove, he'd rather he be killed and resurrected if that can prevent someone who is mortal from dying in his place.

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