#or my design folio

[thekingofspin]

fighting the uncontrollable urge to rewatch the twelfth doctor instead of writing my essay

[feketeribizli]

marci masterpost 🫡 my beloved formula one guy

[yourfavouritebookseller]

A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

Folio Society, 2003

[crowatyourwindow]

Pulling this 3-week design sat out of my ass a day before its due cause i'm stupid 😋

Anyways here's my child who can’t sit still and is my terrible reference (he did NOT let me take a single good photo so i now have a whole folio page devoted to him)

[beachghoulz]

how has your absolute day been king

good!!!! i double sided taped all my prints down so now my folio is like fully finished! i had to do it outside because the year 9's had a class so i burned in the heat but there were some people out there and they were super nice so we stay winning. i also had to stick down 90% of my painting folio and my old math teacher came in and the twat started touching the paintings. girl get your hands away! (<- i actually don't care that much but like what if they were wet sdakjhgkg) ALSO HOLY FUCKING SHIT MY FRIEND MADE ME A TWIN FANTASY RUG. SHE LIKE TIED EACH STRAND OF YARN ON BY HAND THERE WERE OVER 4,000 STRANDS FUCKING INSANE SHE IS SO AMAZING AND SO TALENTED I LOVE HER. also my parents bought me frozen socks. i am going to a concert soon and i am going to wear the elsa socks. tonight after the concert will suck ass because i have so much art to do before hand in tomorrow morning but dsfkjhgkjhdf OVERALL VERY FUN AND GOOD DAY!!!!!!!!!!

[soft-serve-soymilk]

Daydreaming about arc 4 again…

[p2ii]

Ok but the way higher art theory exams are soo fucking bad.

They're literally like English exams more MORE in the same time

English essay: expected 5 paragraph including intro and outro as a minimum

Art theory: 3 topics with 10 points to be made disculuding the additional 2 for the planned painting, and do it two more times for 2 paintings you've never seen before!

How is this ok??? In what fucking universe?????

Like I get they're not necessary to pass with a low A max cause Ur portfolio is most of the grade, but some of us would still like a high A. As if higher folio deadlines aren't fucking satans calender of suffer and die

[canon-in-too-deep]

50 Free Typesets

New achievement unlocked! I now have 50 public domain books/typesets available for FREE in my library! 🥳 Above is a collage of all 50 title pages.

What does this mean? It means that these classic books have been typeset (typographic, book design, layout work done), and are ready as pdfs that can be used to read, print out, book bind, or burn at your pleasure! (Just keep it to personal use only!)

The full list (with page sizes now noted) of all 50 books available can be found here on my tumblrary directory/masterlist (which will update as I add more), and below the break of this post!

Please please feel free to request access to my library (aka, yee good ol' googly drive). I usually respond within 24 hours, and they are indeed free! Just leave credit if you use, and consider liking/reblogging!

Also, if you find any errors in the files, let me know! I made these in Affinity, not with an AI program, and typos are natural spawns XD

From Frankenstein to Pride and Prejudice, to Sherlock Holmes to a dude that wakes up as a bug, I've been honored to be able to typeset these books and share them with all of you.

A part of me wants to ramble on about the behind the scenes and my continuing personal journey of amateur typesetting...but I think the most important thing I can say is simply thank you! to everyone that's stopped by! So thank you all! (And should I try for 100? 🤔 Hmmm...)

Warning! Wall of text below the break!

All 50 typesets available (some have alternate versions in library):

Persuasion by Jane Austen (Letter Folio)

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson (Letter Quarto)

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley (Letter Folio)

The Merry Adventures of Robinhood by Howard Pyle (Illustrated) (Letter Folio)

Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie (Letter Folio)

Dracula by Bram Stoker (Letter Folio)

The Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft (Letter Quarto)

The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde (Letter Folio)

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle (Illustrated) (Letter Folio)

The Invisible Man by H. G. Wells (Letter Folio)

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald (Letter Folio)

The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare (Letter Folio)

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde (Letter Folio)

The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri (Illustrated) (Letter Folio)

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen (Illustrated) (Letter Folio)

The Odyssey by Homer (Letter Folio)

Tales of Space and Time by H. G. Wells (Letter Folio)

The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton (Letter Folio)

A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens (Illustrated) (Letter Folio)

The Book of Dragons by E. Nesbit (Illustrated) (Letter Folio)

Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare (Letter Folio)

Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea by Jules Verne (Illustrated) (Letter Folio)

Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky (Letter Folio)

Around the World in Eighty Days by Jules Verne (Letter Folio)

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll (Illustrated) (Letter Folio)

Leave it to Psmith by P. G. Wodehouse (Letter Folio)

Lord Peter views the body by Dorothy L. Sayers (Letter Folio)

The Room in the Tower by E. F. Benson (Letter Folio)

Right Ho, Jeeves by P. G. Wodehouse (Letter Folio)

The Time Machine by H. G. Wells (Letter Folio)

Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka (Letter Quarto)

Poirot Investigates by Agatha Christie (Letter Folio)

Grimms' Fairy Tales by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm (Letter Folio)

The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux (Letter Folio)

Andersen's Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen (Letter Folio)

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving (Letter Quarto)

Shakespeare's Sonnets by William Shakespeare (Letter Folio)

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe (Illustrated) (Letter Octavo)

Anne of Green Gables by L. M. Montgomery (Letter Folio)

A Journey to the Centre of the Earth by Jules Verne (Letter Folio)

Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen (Letter Folio)

Notre-Dame de Paris by Victor Hugo (Letter Folio)

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë (Letter Folio)

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum (Letter Folio)

The Blue Fairy Book (Font Sampler Edition) edited by Andrew Lang (Letter Folio)

A Princess of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs (Letter Folio)

Ivanhoe by Sir Walter Scott (Illustrated) (Letter Folio)

The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie (Letter Folio)

Emma by Jane Austen (Letter Folio)

Paradise Lost by John Milton (Letter Folio)

[sits-bound]

Bound: Drarry as written by GallaPlacidia

It's hard to tell from photos, but this is a big ol' book.

Over 11 inches tall and 9 inches wide.

For scale, next to a "normal" sized book.

It is done! I say that like I worked on it for months. Really, it was a couple of weeks. I've had the idea for a while to make an anthology of all of GallaPlacidia's fics (because the individual binds I did aren't enough? I guess?) but when I started to put one together, I realized it would be waaaaay too long for one volume (all together it's around 450k words) and if I had to divide it up, well, that kind of defeated the purpose.)

But then. I got a wide format printer. And I realized I could make it big. Print it on 11x17 sheets of paper so that each page was 8.5x11 instead of 5.5x8.5 like a regular folio bind is. However, the printer does not auto duplex, so I had to hand feed each signature through the printer to get the reverse sides printed. Happily, I didn't screw it up once!

This does mean that the paper is long grain, not short grain, but with this size paper, I don't think it makes a huge difference in the finished bind. This is 20lb paper, and I also bought 28lb paper, so I can cut it in half to make short grain letter sized paper in a pinch.

The typeset came together fairly easily because I already had 12 of the 13 fics already set, so it was just a matter of copying and pasting and then ensuring the styles were consistent. I kept things fairly simple, using a fancy dropcap that gave a kind of illuminated manuscript feel and then a few swirly bits and bobs to fill in white space here and there. The end papers came from Paper Source, they're just perfect.

And check out those end bands! I inadvertently made them in Hogwarts house colors.

I mainly use precut book boards for my half-letter sized binds, so they weren't going to be big enough for this. I had a bit of leftover bookboard I had bought off Amazon, but it was thinner than I wanted, so I bought some art board and glued them together to make some really sturdy book boards.

The spine is bookcloth and the covers are paper that I printed on the laser printer and then used toner foil on. I did this instead of covering it all in bookcloth because then I would have had to use HTV and I probably would have lost my mind trying to decorate a case this big in HTV, particularly when I had such an elaborate design in mind. I sprayed it with a fixative and used metal corner protectors so hopefully it will wear okay.

Oh, and the spine was foiled using a foil quill and my silhouette. I was very pleased with how well it foiled. Of course I had to make it twice because I messed up the spacing the first time. OF COURSE.

And then I had to make the back cover three times but it's FINE. It all worked out. When I pressed it during my second attempt, I didn't put any scrap paper in the press to absorb moisture, so it got very wavy. Third time was the charm!

One interesting thing about making this bind (and why I don't really feel the need to repeat this experiment) is that many of my tools, like my punching cradle and the press I use when gluing and sewing endbands, were too small for this, so I had to improvise here and there. But it all worked out!

GallaPlacidia's fics are no longer on AO3 but there's a google drive of them here. And all of my binds of her fics are here.

[summa-cum-latte]

codicology and paleography were among my favorite classes at CEU—first pic is Black Lake by Björk for a “design your own folio” assignment 🖤

[perfectlynormalbooks]

Harnessing What Remains by @wynn-ing - Slay the Princess, 72k, folio. TWO COPIES!! ONE FOR ME ONE FOR THE AUTHOR!! OBVIOUSLY!!!

Okay, so, I may have lost my mind a little when I did this one, because I fully illustrated it. There's close to 50 individual illustrations in this whole thing - I made a point of doing one for the first page of each chapter, and then I ended up doing extras, especially for the last few. As such, there's way too much art here to post it all to Tumblr... which is why it's excellent that the author has given me kind permission to share the full typeset, so other people can peruse it (and bind your own copy, if you want!). Here you go!!

I played around with using a lot of the game's fonts and formatting, so while the regular text is Georgia - DejaVu Sans, Kelmscott Roman, East Sea Dokdo and Amatic SC are all used at various points! The 'scary' Princesses in particular have their text in shades of red, too!

I really like the way that Slay the Princess uses color very sparingly and only for jarring emphasis, so I wanted to lean into that with the illustration style and typeset. THERE'S A LOT GOING ON IN THIS BOOK. I wish I knew what to say about it!! I may talk about design choices later!!!! Prompted or unprompted!!!! I'm just super glad I finally get to actually share it publicly!!!

...I also got really sad that I couldn't draw any of Wynn's OCs from the rest of the series because I just didn't have the time to do the other stories... so I ended up drawing all of them anyway. The post is over here. I'm so pleased with them.

And just for fun: a bunch of notebook sketches and doodles from when I was trying to figure out what sort of character design and style vibe I wanted to go for!

[concretejunglefm]

Masterlist.

fic taglist | smut is marked with * | dividers: silent-stories.

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

Poltergeists (completed) - Noah Sebastian x reader, Nicholas Ruffilo x reader + other BO member mentions. moodboard. aes + more. playlist.

Wonderland* (ongoing) - Noah Sebastian x Alice/reader.

Obsession* (wip) part 1, part 2 - Noah Sebastian x f!reader (jolly's girlfriend).

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

Thot Girl Hours* : part 1, part 2, part 3 - all BO members.

Sub!noah* : masterlist + thots - Sub!Noah Sebastian x Dom f!reader.

My Boys Only Break Their Favorite Toy* : part 1, part 2 - Matt Dierkes x Reader x Noah Sebastian x Nicholas Ruffilo.

Virgin!noah* : part 1 - Virgin!Noah Sebastian x f!reader.

Flashing* : part 1, part 2 - f!reader x all omens.

I'm Not Ready To Let You Forget Me : part 1, part 2 , part 3, part 4, part 5 - Noah Sebastian x reader.

Nightly show* : part 1, part 2 - biker dom!Nick Folio x puppy sub!Noah Sebastian.

Mutual Masturbation* : part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 - bestfriend!Noah Sebastian x f!reader.

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

Worship* - Nicholas Ruffilo x f!reader.

That's So True - Noah Sebastian x reader, Jolly Karlsson x reader.

Game - Jolly Karlsson x Gibson girl/reader.

Christmas Eve - Matt Dierkes x reader.

Plaything* - mean!Matt Dierkes x reader.

Wine & Late nights - Noah Sebastian x reader.

That Sound - Nick Folio x reader.

Untouchable - Noah Sebastian x popstar!reader.

Let's play a game* - Matt Dierkes x reader.

Podcast - Matt Dierkes x reader x Nick Folio.

Designated Cuddler* - Noah Sebastian x f!reader.

Caught* - solo f!reader with mentions of the BO guys.

Male model needed - Noah Sebastian x f!reader.

Make out - Noah Sebastian x reader x Nicholas Ruffilo.

Product testing* - girl!omens w/ f!jolly x f!folio.

Inexperienced* - Jolly Karlsson x virgin f!reader.

Bestfriend Folio* + part 2 - Nick Folio x f!reader.

Mother tongue* - Jolly Karlsson x bilingual f!reader.

Always a first time for everything* - Nick Folio x m!reader.

Cat & Mouse* - Matt Dierkes x f!reader.

On Display* - Nicholas Ruffilo x f!reader x Davis Rider.

For one night only* - sub!Noah Sebastian x dom f!reader x sub!Nick Folio.

Phone Sex*- Noah Sebastian x f!reader.

Dom!Nicholas* - dom!Nicholas Ruffilo x reader.

Overstimulation* - Matt Dierkes x f!reader.

Virginity* - virgin!Noah Sebastian x virgin f!reader.

Date night - bestfriend!Noah Sebastian x reader.

Strip Club* - Noah Sebastian x stripper f!reader.

Insatiable* - Jolly Karlsson x reader.

Period Sex* - Noah Sebastian x f!reader.

Keep Talking* - Nicholas Ruffilo x reader.

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Gibson Girl - Jolly Karlsson.

Poly Omens - all omens + Matt Dierkes + Davis Rider.

𝐀𝐔'𝐬

NoahVA* - intro, part 1 - Noah Sebastian x other BO members + reader.

England AU

Scream AU - more

The Purge AU - more

[disappearintothegrey]

For your next request, could you write Noah getting a tattoo? You can choose the narrative (I adore his tattoos, the Itachi one is incredible)

loved this prompt! this was fun to write, and i hope you enjoy!!

requests are still open! getting to as many as i can this week!

INK

warnings: none

@xmads-omensx @tosoundlessdarkistare @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @lyinginbetween @chey-h

Noah had some time off right before Bad Omens headlining appearance at Mayhem Festival, and he was itching to get into a tattoo artist’s chair. Problem is, his normal artists were fully booked, and couldn’t really squeeze him in. He could’ve asked Nicholas, but his best friend was prepping for the show and he couldn’t bug him. So, he found himself scrolling on Instagram, going through local shop’s pages and seeing if maybe there was someone there he could vibe with.

He was about to give up, frustration radiating off his skin, clicking on one last shop’s page in downtown Los Angeles and peering at their posts. He saw the run of the mill tattoos; roses, tribal, American traditional, neo-traditional; until he saw a post of an anime tattoo, Re-I from Ergo Proxy to be specific. Noah cocked his head in interest, clicking on the post and zooming in, amazed at the detail and colors. He saw the tattoo was made by someone named Billie, and he immediately went to DM the shop to see if he was available for this upcoming Saturday.

And thankfully, Billie had an opening for 3pm, and Noah snatched that up quickly, sending over the required deposit and his general idea for the tattoo so that Billie could work on a consult. Feeling relieved, and excited, Noah couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as he joined Davis downstairs, who was gaming with Folio and Nicholas. The new Call of Duty had just dropped, and the group of guys were spending all their time playing before the shows.

Davis looked up from the TV screen as Noah plopped down on the couch, “What’re you smiling for?”

“Finally got a tattoo appointment, going Saturday afternoon,” Noah replied, grinning, “Filling up the spot on the back of my neck finally,”

“Seeing someone new?” Nicholas asked

Noah nods, handing Nicholas his phone to show him the shop’s Instagram. Nicholas did a quick scroll, giving an approving nod before handing him his phone back, “Seeing somebody named Billie,”

The boys fell back into a conversation, Noah joining in to the gaming circle after having a controller tossed at his face. The countdown for his tattoo appointment couldn’t end quicker.

/////

Saturday rolled around finally, and Noah got up nice and early to make sure to shower and eat before his appointment. He packed his backpack with some water and snacks as well, throwing in a phone charger and his airpods. He hoped Billie liked to tattoo in silence, Noah preferred just listening to some music or a podcast and let the artist do their thing.

Billie had reached out Friday morning with a rough outline of the tattoo, and Noah loved it. After some minor tweaking, he finally got the design he wanted approved and Billie would have it ready to go when he came in. He was excited to finish up his back, the tattoo going to take up almost the entirety of the back of his neck. He was buzzing with delight the entire drive to the shop, deciding against an Uber and driving himself. The shop wasn’t too hard to get to, he easily found it nestled in a quaint shopping center, parking up front and heading inside.

He was greeted by the receptionist, who gave him a warm smile, “Hello, welcome to The Black Rose, how can we help you today?” He asked, clicking on his computer.

“I have an appointment with Billie at three,” Noah had replied, the receptionist glancing down at his computer and nodding with agreement.

“Noah Sebastian?” He had asked, and Noah returned with a nod, “Alright, go ahead and fill out this consent form, and I’ll need your ID,”

After exchanging the items, Noah quickly filled out the forms, handing it back to the receptionist and taking a seat in the lobby while he waited for Billie. He fiddled on his phone, playing a random game when he heard his name get called, his eyes searching the room for the voice. When his eyes landed on the woman, he felt his heart skip a beat.

She was absolutely gorgeous. Long, curled red hair with black streaks, heavily tattooed, both her nostrils pierced as well as her left eyebrow and her ears. She was dressed in black leggings and an oversized Sleep Token shirt, a red flannel tied around her waist. She gives him a warm smile as he approaches her, extending her hand in a greeting, “Hey! I’m Billie, follow me back,”

Billie? This was Billie? Holy shit, Noah was shocked but also pleasantly surprised. He couldn’t deny how much his hand tingled with warmth when he shook her hand, and he quietly followed her to her room, Billie shutting the door behind him.

Billie takes a seat on her stool, patting the chair she had positioned for Noah already. He sat down beside her, straddling the chair and pressing his chest to the backrest. He was wearing a white tank top, so he didn’t have to strip his shirt, and Billie pulled out the stencil, showing it to him, “This looks good to you?” She asks

Noah looks over, giving it a once over and nodding with satisfaction, “It’s perfect. I think it’ll look great with my back piece,” He replied, and she started to prepare for the tattoo, shaving the back of his neck and cleaning it with alcohol before pressing down the stencil, removing the paper and letting the outline dry. She got back to prepping her station, getting her machines set up and all her ink caps filled with colors. He watched quietly, appreciating how meticulous she was with her supplies, everything of hers having a place for it on her side table.

She instructs him to lean forward on the chair with his chin resting on the headrest, Noah relaxing into the chair as she wheeled closer to him, her thigh touching his knee. She makes a joke about his height because she has to maneuver over his shoulders to the stencil. But all he can smell is her perfume, and it’s drawing him in like a pheromone. She smells of vanilla and bourbon, and her breath on his neck smells of mint. He barely noticed she had started tattooing until she asked if he was okay, and he just nodded.

“I zoned out there,” He told her, and she laughed quietly.

“I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable,” She reassured, tracing the outline with her needles, “So, what brings you all the way here?” She asked

Normally, he would’ve started getting annoyed because he likes to sit in silence, but her voice was smooth like honey, and he wanted to hear it, “My regular artists were fully booked, and I really wanted a new addition. So, after some Instagram digging, I found this place,” He explained, and although he couldn't see her reaction, he felt her knee bob against his.

“Well, I’m glad we were able to get you in. I had a cancellation and got lucky,” She says, and his heart flutters, “Not everyday you get to tattoo someone of your prestige,”

So, Billie knew who he was, but wasn’t making it a big deal. It was a relief off his shoulders knowing she wasn’t treating him like some God. She knew he was famous, but didn’t seem to really care. But, he was the lucky one to be in the presence of someone as beautiful as her.

“Please, I’m nothing special. I’m just some guy,” He joked, and she laughed heartily at that, and he grinned from his seat, “How long have you been tattooing for?” He asked, wincing slightly as her needle dug into a sensitive spot, the sting radiating through his bones.

She reached back to get more black ink, refilling her machine and going back to tattooing, finishing up half of the outline before answering, “Professionally about 5 years. I was an apprentice for two, so seven overall,”

“Well, your art style is what drew me in. You stuck out to me,” He admitted, and he could see from his peripheral she was smiling shyly.

“My style is a little more diverse than some of the others here. I can do just about anything, but I prefer anime or cartoon style. I also really enjoy doing horror and goth culture,” Her voice was full of passion, something Noah recognized immediately as someone who’s also passionate at what he does, “But what about you? How long have you been performing?”

“Professionally, about ten years. I was in some local bands when I was a teenager, but Bad Omens has become my focal point since around 2015. I really love what we’ve evolved into as we grew up, we keep growing as a band everyday and so far, our fans love it,” He explains, and he looks over at her to see her watching him with a sparkle in her eye, pausing from tattooing to listen to his story.

“Well, I hope it’s not weird. But I do enjoy your music,” She teases, and he laughs out loud, shaking his head.

“Not weird at all. I actually really appreciate you treating me like a normal person,” He admits

She clicks her tongue, switching to her shader machine to start filling in some gaps, “You’re just a human at the end of the day. Sure, you’re in a huge band, but, all I see is some guy,”

Noah gives her a true smile, his stomach full of butterflies as they continue talking, the time passing by faster and faster. They share stories and laughter, even exchanging band and movie recommendations. Although she was speaking, her attention never left his tattoo, giving it all of her as she finally wiped away the ink one last time, sitting back in her chair proudly as she cleaned him up.

“Looks good!” She hands him a mirror, letting him walk to the standing mirror and turn around to reflect into the other mirror.

It looks better than anything he could’ve imagined. The colors were vibrant, jumping off his skin like they were real. The detail work and the linework was immaculate, not one skip or mishap. It looked gorgeous on his neck, and he was in love with it. But, he thinks he likes the artist more. His heart was a little dismayed that their time was up, so on a whim he decided to ask her something.

“Would you want to go get coffee sometime?” He asked her as she was cleaning up, Billie turning to look at him with surprise, “I just want to get to know you better,”

She smiles brightly, nodding, “Absolutely. Let me give you my number,” She writes down her number on her card quickly, placing it into his palm, “I hope to see you again, Noah,”

"Oh, you will," That was a promise.

thank you for reading!

taglist here ♥ ao3 ♥

[theriverbeyond]

Eat My Words and Then Swallow your Pride by silverapples (18+)

+ its sequel fic, Denial Ain't Just a River in Egypt (18+)

Gideon prides herself on being able to get anyone she wants in bed. But when it comes to Harrow, she’ll have to do some giving first.

I'm SO excited to have bound this series as part of @renegadeguild's Fanfic Writer's Appreciation Day (August 21) event, it is one of my absolute favorite fics and such a love letter to butch subs/bottoms everywhere.

Fandom: The Locked Tomb

Pairing: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus

Title font: Engravers MT

Body font: Garamond

Pages: 128

Size: Octavo letter

Case: Arrestox Bookcloth Black with hand-embossed silver foil, featuring cover art by me!

some rambling under the cut

i forgot to take good progress pics here because besides cutting the pages/the octavo size, this bind felt very standard/nothing much new was tried, construction wise -- but I DID draw the cover art with my mouse in photoshop because i couldn't find good royalty free art that fit the Vibe and this fic deserves a bangin cover.

I went with Gideon being collared by Harrow for the design because like, yeah. Of course I did. She deserves this.

I think one of the main artistic things I would change in the future (besides photographing it against a more contrasting background OOPS) is I think I'd want a thinner tip for the foiling, I think the summary on the back turned out okay but the spine text was a bit small for the tip I had, so it is a bit hard to read.

I really like the octavo size for shorter fics, especially for fics in the 5k-15k range depending on font size/art/etc. I wouldn't want to do a standard folio or even quarto with something this short just due to like... it would turn out magazine thin, but it looks cute as hell when turned pocket sized so I'm excited to have opened up a new realm of fics to bind!

[bluejayblueskies]

Breakaway | Glacy

(ID in alt text.)

I had a blast participating once again in @pilesofnonsense's Rusty Quill Big Bang event as a bookbinder/artist! This year, I collaborated with Glacy on AO3 and bound their TMA fic Breakaway. It's an ice hockey AU with underlying spooks and horrors, and I had a lot of fun reading it and working with it! Definitely go check out their fic!!

An additional shout-out to @shadow0haven who designed my new bindery logo! You can see it on the back of the title page in the fifth picture, and I love how it looks in my books <3

More information about the bind and my process can be found beneath the cut:

For this bind, I decided to go hard on the hockey theme. The team mascot is a revenant, so I went with a title page and cover design styled after a hockey jersey. The cover is made entirely of bookcloth, with the different colors and details cut out of different colors of bookcloth that are then pieced together like a puzzle. I was pleasantly surprised with how well it turned out! It took a little bit of fiddling to figure out the correct cut settings on my Silhouette, as well as the level of detail I could achieve, but I love how the whole cover has a cloth texture like a jersey would.

The construction of this book was a bit of a challenge. Because I wanted to put grommets in the edges of the cover and thread a shoelace through them, so the spine looked like a hockey skate, doing a regular coptic stitch bind--where the covers are sewn onto the text block via holes punched in the cover board--would have interfered with the ability to freely manipulate the laces.

I eventually settled on a hybrid coptic-sewn board binding style. There is an additional folio of cardstock sewn onto the ends of the text block that the boards are then glued into, thus directly attaching the boards to the textblock and providing more structural stability. Usually, with sewn boards, a spine piece is then glued around the spine to cover up the exposed sewing; instead, I glued the bookcloth to the cover and then carefully cut slits in the cloth on the spine side and fed it in between the lines of sewing. It worked out incredibly well, creating the illusion of an open-spine coptic-stitch book without actually stitching on the chipboard itself; I wish I'd had the foresigh to take process pictures.

After that, it was relatively simple to punch holes for the grommets, insert them, and then thread the laces through. Next time, I would use a thinner chipboard and punch the holes further from the spine to allow the cover boards to close more flatly, but overall, I'm very happy with how the various design elements came together! The shoelace is removable and/or adjustable if desired as well.

[poppy-in-the-woods]

My Ride or Die

Plot: Noah is your husband. Five years ago, he killed a man that was attacking you. The judge ruled that, since he shot him several times after he already had been stabbed by you, it was no longer self-defense. He got twenty years, and that was two and a half years ago. Today it’s his birthday, and you prepared something special for the conjugal visit.

Pairing: Noah x Female Reader

Word Count: 2904

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Tags: smut, oral sex (female and male receiving), rough sex, love bites, strong language, convict!Noah, mentions of violence.

Author's note: This is, as usual, unbeataed. I also wrote it directly in English to practice, and it has only been proofread by DeepL (I follow the rule that if the translation is grammatically correct, then everything is probably right). Let me know how I did, and hope you enjoy.

@artificialbreezy

It was Noah’s birthday, and, like the last two, he was locked away. He didn’t regret it one bit; what he did, he did it for you, the love of his life. It was odd that you didn’t visit him the previous week, since you’ve been pretty consistent with your weekly visits, but he knew you would never miss it if not for a good reason.

“Davis!” one of the prison guards called him.

Noah was watching TV with his friends, Nick, Folio and Jolly.

“What?” he asked, turning around to look at the man.

“Conjugal visit,” the guard said.

He got up, his friends wolf-whistling and patting his back.

“Lucky bastard!” said Jolly.

Noah followed the guard to the designated space, through several corridors and doors.

“Have fun with that pretty little thing of yours,” the guard said, with a gross tone.

Noah ignored him and entered the room. The door closed behind him with a loud clank, and the lock clicked in place. You got up the bed and ran to him, hugging him.

“Sorry I missed the last week, I got an unexpected change of schedule at work,” you said. He said nothing, but hold you in his arms, pushing you flush against his chest. “I should have called you, but I didn’t want to spoil the surprise, and you know I can’t keep a secret from you.”

“You prepared a birthday surprise for me?” he asked, smiling, pulling away just enough to look at your face. You nodded, smiling back at him. “Let’s see it, then.”

“Sit down and close your eyes,” you instructed him. “And don’t open them until I say you can.”

“But I like to watch you undress!” he complained, pouting.

“You're gonna have to go without it this time,” you replied.

“Okay,” he sighed, defeated, and sat on the bed, closing his eyes.

You undressed, putting your clothes on the chair that was in a corner. The whole room was pretty austere, just the bed, one nightstand and the chair, no rugs and no decoration. A door led to a small bathroom. You stood before him, resisting the urge to hug yourself.

“You can look now,” you instructed him.

The lingerie set you were wearing, in fiery red, was the most lace-y and risqué you owned, with lots of pieces and transparent panels. It also showed you new tattoo, his name, right between your breasts.

“Baby,” he panted, almost drooling at the sight.

“Do you like it?” you asked, turning around slowly so he could appreciate all of it.

“I fucking love it!” he said. You straddled his thighs. “I can’t wait to take it off, though.”

You chuckled, kissing him, grinding your hips against his crotch while his hands roamed your body to finally settle on your hips. He squeezed your barely clothed ass, pushing you against him; his cock was fully hard now.

He began undressing with your help, and let you push him down on the mattress once he was fully naked; pushing the fabric of the panties aside, you rubbed your pussy against his erection, coating him in your juices. He bit his lip, suppressing a moan.

“You feel so good, baby” he said. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

 You kissed him, smiling, and got up to retrieve a condom from the nightstand. During your first conjugal visit, Noah had joked that you were fucking on tax-payer’s money, and you couldn’t help but remember every time.

He got up, resting on his elbows, to watch you roll the condom over his dick. Without wasting any time, you sat on his lap again, guiding him to your entrance, sinking slowly until he was fully inside. You both moaned at the same time.

“Have I told you this is the best pussy I’ve ever had?” he said.

“Just once or twice every time we fuck,” you laughed.

“Well, that way you won’t forget,” he said, gripping your hips with such force it might leave some bruises. You started moving, moaning into his ear. He kissed your neck. “I spend every day we’re apart daydreaming of us, fucking each other’s brains out.”

“Oh, yeah? Where?”

“Huh?”

“Where are we in those scenarios of yours?” you clarified.

“Oh. Well, it varies… our home, the woods, the beach… this prison,” he admitted. “I imagine it’s empty and we fuck in every room and office that there is.”

“You do?”

“I once almost got in trouble because of it,” he laughed.

“You gotta tell me that… after we’ve finished this round,” you said.

“Agreed,” he said.

You picked up your pace, riding him like he was a wild stallion you wanted to tame, and it was not an exaggeration, because while he let you be on top, he refused to be a passive part, and moved his hips in time with yours, all while praising you and exploring your body with his hands and mouth.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum!” he said after more or less ten minutes, giving your butt another squeeze.

“Cum for me,” you encouraged him, gently tugging at the roots of his hair.

“But you haven’t…”

“It doesn’t matter,” you interrupted him. “It’s your birthday, you get to cum first, and I’m not gonna stop until your balls are empty. Be a good boy and give it to me!”

Noah came, loudly moaning your name. You kissed him, your hips stopping gradually. He laid back on the bed, breathing shallowly.

“Good God!” he exclaimed, pushing his hair out of his face. He turned his face to you. “How can you manage to fuck like that and still look so innocent right after?”

“It’s a gift,” you joked, lying beside him. “Tell me about that story you mentioned before, please.”

“Okay. So the other day, there was this guy, a newbie, that decided to pick on me at lunch. He kept trying to bust my balls (and not in a fun way), so I pushed him. He tried to punch me, but failed, and I punched him, you know, to show him who’s boss. That afternoon, the warden calls me into his office,” he began, resting on his side to look at you more comfortably. “He tells me ‘Davis, you gotta watch out that attitude or I will be obligated to put you in isolation, and you won’t be seeing your wife for a month.’”

“What a prick,” you commented.

“Right? The thing is, the moment he mentioned you, all I could think of was us, fucking on his desk,” Noah laughed. “I could picture you so vividly, butt-naked over his paperwork, legs curled around my hips, hands on my shoulders, head thrown back and mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure… I got a hard-on. Can you imagine?” he asked, you laughed. Yes, you could imagine it.

» I was so hard and he was still berating me, ‘Davis this’ and ‘Davis that’, and ‘watch out, lest some more years are added to your sentence!’. And then he realized I was not listening. He looked at me, really looked at me, you know? And I was totally spaced out, cock fully hard and gripping my own knees so hard my knuckles went white, trying to contain the urge to touch myself. Because in my mind, I had already made you come three times, and now you were riding me, just like you did now, your glorious tits bouncing on my face, and I swear I could have come with that thought alone. He had to ruin it, though, snapping me back to reality.

“What did he say?”

“He screamed my name, full volume. ‘Snap out of it, son, she’s not here and she won’t be for a long time if you don’t control yourself! I could send your sorry ass to isolation for this alone!’” Noah told you, doing his best impression of the warden. “So I apologized to him and he dismissed me. I went back to my cell, still half hard, and jerked off.”

“That’s kinda funny” you admitted.

“I missed you so much…!” he sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “I miss you every day, the touch of your skin, the sound of your laugh, and your smell… wish I could bottle it so I could get drunk on it!”

“I miss you too, my love. I hate that you have to be here, but I’m grateful that I can still see you,” you said, kissing him briefly, “and that we can still have these moments.”

“I hate that I am in here too, but I would do it again if I had to. Killing for you is always worthy,” he said, resting on his back again.

You moved to rest your head on his shoulder, hugging him and putting a leg between his. He had saved you and ended up there for you, the least you could do was support him through his sentence.

“You’re the best husband I could wish for!” you said, caressing his tattooed chest. “Think you’re ready for round two?”

“Fuck yeah I am!”

“Help me take this off,” you asked, touching the lace.

“Sure, baby!” he said, his nimble fingers working the clasps.

After a minute, you were as naked as he was. Looking at him, you knelt on the floor. He looked back at you a bit confused.

“I made you a promise before: until your balls are empty, and I fully intend to keep that promise,” you reminded him.

“Okay, but you still haven’t come,” he pointed out.

“I can touch myself while sucking you, if you want,” you suggested.

“Or you can sit on my face and we give oral to each other at the same time,” he countered.

“You’re sure about that?”

“Damn sure! C’mon, baby, you have a seat waiting for you here,” he encouraged you, laying down again.

“Okay, as you wish, it’s your birthday.”

“You’re damn right it is!”

Noah always had a talented tongue and he loved eating you out. It was kind of hard to concentrate on sucking him off while he was working his magic with your pussy, though. Then he added two fingers to the mix, massaging your G-spot the way he knew you liked it, and it was impossible to concentrate.

“Noah, my love, I can’t think if you keep doing that,” you warned him.

“Don’t worry, just ride my face and then you can kneel on the floor and finish sucking me,” he said.

“O-okay,” you panted in response. “But let me turn around.”

You changed positions so you could make eye contact with him. His free hand flew to one of your boobs, massaging it. You put our hand over his and arched your back, moaning. You had toys back at home, and you always thought of him while you masturbated, but nothing compared to the real deal. The orgasm shook you with such force it made you see white and tears rolled down your cheeks. You collapsed on the bed beside him.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked cupping your face with a worried expression, wiping away the tears with his thumbs.

“I don’t want to go home,” you said. “I want to stay with you, in here, forever.”

“I don’t want this to end either, but we’re having a good time, aren’t we?”

“The greatest time, that’s precisely why I don’t want it to end,” you said, pouting. “I’m gonna hug you so tight the guard will have to take me to the cell with you. I can sleep in your bed, I don’t mind,” you half-joked.

“I think Nick would mind if we don’t let him sleep,” he laughed. “And you know I can’t resist you when you’re so close.”

It was true. Luckily, you had a similar sex drive to him. You kissed him, desperately, blindly, and he kissed you back with equal fervor. For a couple of minutes, you lied there, closely embracing, trying to devour each other, all teeth and tongue and ragged breath, until you couldn’t take it. His lips moved to your neck while you took a gulp of air. His cock was still hard, heavy against your leg.

“How do you want me to take care of this?” you asked, caressing it.

“Let me fuck you hard,” he said.

For him, hard meant fast and rough, leaving bite marks all over your body, and it usually left you feeling a bit tender downstairs for a couple of days, the slight discomfort a sweet reminder of how much he loved you.

“Okay, let’s do it,” you agreed.

He began by marking your body, biting and sucking everywhere, claiming you as his.

“Fucking love this,” he said, pausing for a moment and gently brushing the tip of his nose to the black letters over your sternum.

“Glad you do,” you replied, fingers running through his hair.

“Pass me a condom, baby,” he asked.

You did, watching him fumble a bit with the foil package before he rolled it over his erection, mentally bracing for what was about to come. It wasn’t that you didn’t like it that way, but you still needed to prepare. He squirted one of the single-dose packages of lube over the rubber to make it easier on you.

Maybe your mother was right and you had a masochistic vein, you thought while he fucked you hard in several positions and you touched yourself.

“Harder!” you demanded.

“I don’t think you can take it harder, baby,” he said, panting.

“Please,” you begged.

“Okay, since you ask so nicely…” he said.

He pushed your face against the mattress, hand fisting the roots of your hair, your ass in the air, and he penetrated you again, making you whimper.

“You okay, baby?” he asked.

“Yes!”

“Good. I love you, so, so much!” he exclaimed, pounding into you.

“I love you too!”

You were feeling the orgasm so close it was nearly within reach.

“Almost there, baby!” he warned you.

“Cum for me,” you commanded.

You reached your orgasm more or less at the same time as him, your walls contracting around him, and he screamed your name while he emptied his load in the condom. He collapsed on the bed beside you, panting. For a moment or two while you recovered, none of you moved or said anything. After that, you turned to look at him and hugged him.

“You almost rip my dick off,” he joked, smoothing your hair.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, you milked me dry.”

“I told you, I made you a promise,” you smiled.

“My balls are empty,” he laughed.

“Good, because I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to have sex for two weeks, and then my period is due,” you informed him.

“Normal visits, then,” he said. “Can you bring me a pastrami sandwich from the deli I like?” he requested.

“Sure!”

“You’re so good to me!” he sighed, kissing the top of your head.

“You’re certainly lucky that my libido is as high as yours and I like the same sex stuff you do,” you laughed.

“Yeah, I am lucky. But next time we’ll focus on you, okay?”

“Yeah, sure, you still have one more birthday wish, if that’s how you want to spend it, fine by me,” you said, kissing his clavicle. “I love when you give me lots of orgasms until I can’t take it anymore.”

“I certainly love doing that,” he chuckled, “and you’ve been such a good girl you deserve it.”

Not long after, you had to go. After one last kiss, the guard took Noah deep inside the prison while you left. His friends were still hanging out in the tv room.

“How’s the missus?” asked Folio.

“She’s okay. Her boss is still an asshole, but it’s no big deal,” he said, sitting on the chair.

“Saw her crossing the street. She was almost limping,” Jolly commented.

“We had a heated birthday lovemaking session,” Noah explained, with a smug expression.

“I bet, I thought I could hear her screaming your name a couple of times,” Nick laughed.

“Last week she got my name tattooed between her tits,” he told them. “I can’t wait ‘til it’s healed so I can lick it while we fuck.”

“Damn, that’s hot!” Folio sighed. “Wish I had a missus like yours.”

“We all wish we had a wife like Noah’s,” Jolly laughed.

Later that night, when Noah and Nick were alone in the cell, Nick dared to bring out a subject they usually didn’t talk about. He was the only one who knew Noah and you from before the prison, and the three of you had gone on a bender quite some times.

“You think if we tell the warden about that one wild night in Miami, he’ll let me go in with you the next conjugal visit?” he half joked.

“No way. Besides, that was years ago and we were drunk.”

“I know. Still, it was the best head.”

“She does give pretty killer blowjobs,” Noah admitted, smiling. Maybe you could give him one next time before he dedicated himself to you.

“Take care of her, man, or some free guy will snatch her up!”

“That could never happen. She’s my ride or die and I’m hers.”

While they were talking, you were writing a letter.

Dear Noah,

It’s only been a few hours since we last saw each other, but I already miss you...