#polar night midnight sun

[plor-bindery]

(Re)Bound: Polar Night/Midnight Sun by me (@toomuchplor)

It’s been nearly a year since I started bookbinding, so I decided it was time to revisit the first fic I ever set.

I'll do a post with side-by-side photos another time but suffice it to say, it's not so clear to me that it's like 'first book bad, this book good'.

And if you're like, wow, Plor is posting a lot of binds this week -- you are correct. I'm on vacation this week, but also I'm wrapping up a few things that were WIPs for weeks. Lots of victory laps, but this is the last one!

I did my first typeset in Word before quickly switching to InDesign (which I have for work reasons anyway) so I wound up designing from scratch. (By the way, I’m very happy to share typesets if anyone is ever interested — for personal use only, of course!)

I used Canva to create the cover page and chapter headers in this cute watercolour style. And the end papers are pretty chiyogami from a paper store in Toronto.

I rounded the spine, but it didn’t need backing as the swell wasn’t much. I am still figuring out rounding for sure — the hardest part is getting the text block and spine stable enough to trim the head and tail straight afterwards, at least for me!

Sewn faux double core silk endbands on a 2 mm leather cord core.

I dithered about the case cover art for weeks while I did a million other projects. I knew I wanted to try something new but couldn’t find the right approach or technique to inspire me. Then I randomly tried a paper onlay for a blank book I was making and had my eureka moment.

The cover design is drawn by me in Illustrator, then cut from chiyogami by my cricut. I used a PVA/corn starch paste 50-50 mix to glue on the paper directly to the cover before the gold HTV outline was applied. The gold is partly decorative and partly to protect the edge of the onlay from friction/wear.

I am obsessed with how this looks. It’s quilting and paper art and mosaic all together? I can see myself doing this style more for sure.

One challenge is that once it’s glued up, you have exactly one chance to place the paper onlay on the cover — you can’t pick it up and try again because even with mix, the glue marks the fabric. So you need steady hands and good planning. I’m wondering about transfer tape or maybe even post it flags to help guide me in future projects? I'm pleased with the result but it could be better.

After all that sweating and work, I was paranoid about wear and tear on the paper, so I made a dust jacket. (Shout out to @citrusses for advice and emotional support during lamination time, and to lately for chatting with me and advising me as I did the paper onlay design and work!)

[sitp-recs]

I finally gave into a rec of yours I was postponing - Polar Night/Midnight Sun - omg I was missing out!! this one also goes onto the "hot Draco" list to me :D

Ahh I’m so happy to hear that! You’re right and you should say it, that Draco was 👨‍🍳💋 and got all of us thirsting for him. I’m very pleased that you found this fic through my recs, it was one of my favourite reads of the year! It has perfect Drarry dynamics, cozy wintery vibes and those gorgeous Norwegian aesthetics. Plus dragons! Knitting! Versatile rights! Just a few of my fave things in one fic. I’m travelling tonight and will indulge a reread on the train!

Polar Night/Midnight Sun by toomuchplor (E, 54k)

Harry travels to arctic Norway on the trail of dragon egg poachers, only to find he's been assigned to work alongside the only NorMagPol Auror north of sixty: one Draco Malfoy. It's been ten years since they crossed paths, and Malfoy isn't exactly what Harry expected or remembered. For one thing, he wears a lot more hand-knits?

[luminessen]

ART. ART. ART DROP. This is Polar Night and Midnight Sun.

based on norwegian polar nights way up in the north when the skies in winter is basically dark 24/7, and in summer when the sun is out all day and night.

[greattemptation]

Finished @toomuchplor's gorgeous Polar Night/Midnight Sun this morning, and I've just been basking ever since. It's got so many of the classic tropes that make us all go wild, and they're just arranged and executed so skillfully and sweetly.

It's also, how you say.... very hot.

If it's been on your TBR for a while, now's the time make that happen for yourself!

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Eclipse: My hands are cold.

Polar: Here, let me hold them.

Eclipse: My lips are cold, too.

Polar: *covers his mouth with a hand*

[prisonhannibal]

CALL ME STUPID or whatever i’m curious about how exactly vampires get hurt by the sun. is it just the sun in general, is it sunlight, is it extreme sensitivity to UV rays. basically would they be more severely hurt at certain times of day when the UV scale is higher? And I grew up with polar seasons and my NON SCIENTIFIC personal experience with it is that midnight sun feels very different to regular sunlight, it doesn’t feel warm and i’ve never been sunburnt from staying outside for 5 hours without sunscreen at night. so basically I’m doing research on the UV scale and the midnight sun on public transportation on my way to work because I wanna know if midnight sun would be less harmful to a vampire. but like it probably is not that deep at all it’s just they are night creatures sun bad.

[inklore]

if it's one thing your girl is great at it's making a million different google docs full of lists full of resources, ideas, etc that will help future me when it comes to posting fics.

fic titles are literally one of the biggest lists i have and not even in a perfect world where i write ten fics a day would i ever be able to use all of these, and i don't like to see things go to waste, and i know there's people out there that struggle with titles as much as i do. so i hope this list comes in handy for someone!

i don't think i need to say this but just in case: no one owns fic titles, anyone can use these, a dozen people or one or none. these are literally just words and letters. no one owns them. sharing is caring, enjoy lovies!

★ — ONE WORD.

overboard 

runaway 

repercussions 

sledgehammer 

stargazing 

symmetry 

deathless 

honey 

retrograde 

stitches 

gravity 

helpline 

hollow 

suffer 

pushing 

warrant 

want 

wonder 

emotions 

nonchalant 

lavender 

daydream 

nosebleed 

jigsaw 

static 

float 

limbs 

hologram 

careless 

lush 

rotting 

phonograph 

hypnotic 

splinters 

magnetic 

wasted 

lithium 

dealer 

she

candles 

sabotage 

secrets

better

crescendo

deny

phenomenon

nights

guilty

move

criminal

blue

rise

thirsty

strangers

clockwork

closer

hectic

change

somebody

more

misery

like

sour

lowkey

peaches

she

nervous

sympathy

scars

disappear

melody

gemini

cruel

persona

supernatural

nectar

obsessed

casual

tryant

xo

dare

honestly

yummy

out

paradise

nuts

groin

heaven

lost

stardust

tangerine

monolith

lunch

pov

perfume

dealer

tough

arson

★ — TWO WORDS.

hush hush

night away

heart stop

stone heart

waiting for

black rose

sad kids

spine breaker

look here

autumn leaves

for you

spring day

love maze

bad decisions

take two

wild flower

blue side

rainy days

face off

slow dancing

polar night

like crazy

club heaven

deeper water

romantic devil

hold me

angel eyes

picture you

after midnight

twilight zone

drain me

sorry sorry

pretty please

how sweet

bubble gum

empty box

love therapy

play me

red velvet 

cherry bullet 

midnight guest 

cherry wish 

code words

ghost walk

bad intentions 

atlas hands 

broken crown 

crystallized words 

filthy pride 

fresh eyes 

heavy feet 

hungry ghosts 

imaginary paintings 

neon jungle 

perfect storm 

slow hands 

stop signs 

sad farewells 

untranslated stars 

after hours 

bad liar 

bonfire heart 

bruised lips 

cherry bomb 

damaged goods 

dead end 

fire away 

gunpowder hourglass 

lonely together 

lost language 

old moons 

one dance 

paper knees 

sleepy eyes 

stolen dance 

vice city 

artificial heart 

cry baby 

daylight fading 

dream awake 

empty bottle 

exit wounds 

ghost orchards 

moving stones 

paper walls 

oceans away 

playing fiction 

something wild 

wild thoughts 

everybody’s fool 

eyes closed 

storms incarnate 

writing tragedies 

stereo driver 

soul searching 

party’s over 

backseat driving 

fearful heart 

backwards directions 

nosebleed seats 

high hopes 

lovers rock

wet dream 

selfish soul 

washed away 

rose rogue 

midnight sun 

teenage fantasy 

wandering romance 

sure thing 

wildest dreams 

rock candy

losing momentum 

ruin you 

heart holiday 

sink her 

cut splinters 

hot mess 

frozen devotion 

little star 

blind faith 

favorite crime 

romantic homicide 

those eyes 

play pretend 

plot line 

pretty poison 

intimidate you 

pretty face 

strawberry kisses 

lovers rock 

worlds apart 

desperate/separate ways 

those eyes 

the blonde 

loving machine 

spill blood

someone’s someone

★ — THREE WORDS.

got my number

happy without me

not over you

crazy for you

back to you

flame of love

just one day

let me know

hold me tight

make it right

closer than this

love me again

still with you

out of love

never let go

love in space

ready to bleed 

bleed for love

between the bars 

can’t be still

cold morning mist 

in cold blood

matter of time 

piece by piece 

ship to wreck 

taut with love 

waste a moment 

can’t see straight 

down and out 

in a blackout 

just like fire 

notes on tenderness 

across the room

fire with fire 

going half-mad

loving to ruins 

rust to gold

send my love 

talking in code 

cradling a dream 

cut to black 

dear to me 

run me dry 

dancing with demons 

kiss and tell 

if you care 

the cry out 

steal this night 

just for now 

heart on fire 

hold my head 

nobody but you 

simple and plain

a familiar sound 

fool for you 

drown your memory 

falling into you 

just like heaven 

warm like beaches 

love that stings 

rotting in places 

moves on you 

save your tears 

a single tear 

light my cigarette 

long nights, daydreams 

boys like you 

love me forever 

hands on me 

like a phonograph 

taking over me 

dug so deep 

touch the ground 

heart shaped box 

where’s my love

tears of gold

lover of mine 

love me wrong

kiss or kill 

exes and why’s 

love is easy 

stupid in love 

easy to love

lost with you 

glimpse of us 

keep you safe 

death with dignity 

just like heaven 

heart of glass 

baby i’m yours 

pull my strings 

★ — FOUR+ WORDS.

love me a little

happy without me

you can't hold my heart

wishing on a star

give it to me

around the world in a day

waste it on me

this mess is yours

feeling like i do 

on a war path 

blood on the surface 

corner of the sky 

do the divine love 

drinking the corinthian sun 

everything is laced in (add word) 

lost in the moment 

in the nick of time 

mouth like a pomegranate 

the bones you’re made of 

when the mania speaks 

all desire & no thought 

blue in the face 

collapsing and relapsing 

middle of the night 

sail to the sun 

lay down your arms 

falling into the sky 

take me where your heart is 

she’s like the bad weather 

kill for your love 

the cigarette and the smoker 

the match and the fuse 

saint, i’m a sinner 

when the sky comes falling 

pretty little hand in mine 

even when the sun don’t shine

staring at the sun / sunset 

tangled up with you all night 

paper airplanes flying 

maybe i’m a fool 

tastes like rock candy 

blood in a lemon

(a) heart ready to die 

fate is losing its patience 

at least we feel alive 

death for your secrets 

someone’s gonna ruin you 

dancing in a crowded room 

smell you on my clothes 

always taste like you 

leave me wanting more 

hunger for (insert here) 

swim before you drown 

put your hands on me 

drink my (these) tears and cry 

i’d sleep all day just to dream of you 

so high we never stood a chance 

i’d break down anytime for you 

maybe i’m wrong, or maybe it’s true 

i only breathe so that i breathe with you

a worn out cassette 

lips on my cold neck 

talking in my sleep 

make me feel like someone else 

locked inside your heart 

hooked on her flesh 

it’s bloody and raw 

the angel of small death 

just a couple sinners 

smiles cover your heart 

charmer and the snake 

stuck on your thumb 

if i killed someone for you 

dancing with your ghost 

i miss you, i’m sorry 

woman of the hour 

shut up and look pretty 

queen of the night 

devil in a dress 

the thought of you 

to be your lover 

falling over you 

just like a movie 

love on the line 

[xoxochb]

percy jackson master list ୨୧ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

♪ ༘⋆ you came out of the blue like that!

blurbs ✧˖°

. don’t blame me love made me crazy

. I was enchanted to meet you

. you are in love, true love

. but I know I had the best day with you today

. morning loneliness comes around when I’m not dreaming about you

. now he’s thinkin’ ‘bout me every night

. I would fall from grace just to touch your face

. do I love him? do I hate him? I guess it’s up and down

. a band aid and a kiss

. when you aim at the devil make sure you don’t miss!!

. kiss it better? part two

. promises part 2

. pro tip: don’t study with your boyfriend!!

. maroon

. sun kissed

. loverboy and hatergirl

. you drew stars around my scars

. like flowers in your hair

. he was a skater boy, she said ‘see you later, boy’

. she was a girl, he was an idiot

. days blend to one

. the little mermaid

. diet pepsi

. the morning after

. certified music addict

. domesticity

. silver soul

. trick r treat

. little miss clumsy

. I can see you

. hot summer nights, mid july

. ocean lovers

. my good looking boy

. this love is ours

. I walked with you once upon a dream

. infirmary’s favorite patient

. birthday offerings

. that one convo

. sunburnt

. assorted berries

. prettiest eyes (ever seen)

. new york city

. is it a crime to say I still miss you?

. saturdays are for sleeping in (or not) part two

. midnights like this

. inseparable idiot

. polar bears (or are they?)

. types of galaxies

. summer song

. cordiform pizzas just for you!

. hot as hell!

. horror geek of a girlfriend!

. ice cube of a girlfriend

. cabin three

fics ✧˖°

. a moment of warm sun

. looking at you got me thinking nonsense

. all because I liked a boy

. this love left a permanent mark

. to love a soul

. king of my heart

misc (hcs + series) ✧˖°

. sweet tea in the summer

. I’d stop the world and melt with you

. there is thunder in our hearts

. the one (master list) <- authors fav!

. feet on the dashboard, he’s like a poem I wish I wrote!!

. better than the movies (master list)

. random hcs

. untitled untitled 2 untitled 3

. cinnamon girl

. lust for life

. you must like me for me

. that silly tiktok trend

. rainbows, sunshine, and everything nice!

. here comes the sun

. pretty in pink

. wonderland (master list)

[dvchvnde]

wips

cur in the weeds | omegaverse series —midwinter, Soap —midnight sun, Gaz —polar night, Price

dogmeat | butcher Simon series —field dressing —ikejime

this charming man | anthology (Price) —eating locust with honey, serial killer —ganymede, cybernoir —down comes the night, neighbour —a crown of twelve stars —fury on the waves, lighthouse keeper

cowboy gangster politician | anthology (Price) —golden hour, ward/warden —blue hour —twilight

tender (like a bruise) | Dom!Price prairie wolf drenched bones, damp marrow | bear/wolf Price desolate and empty is the sea | winter soldier au highway mirage | hitchhiker Ghost

DDDNE

—copper sutures, open wounds : Ghost —wholly mad and half undressed : Price —knuckle velvet : Ghost

[drarry-reccage]

Polar Night/Midnight Sun by @toomuchplor (54k, E)

Tags: snowed in, cabin fic, norway, there's only one bed, minor body hair and arm pit kink

It seems a bit improbable that someone so much taller than Harry should be able to nest Harry up against him so neatly, Harry thinks. Surely there must be leftover bits of Draco’s arms and legs and torso that can’t comfortably press against Harry’s own arms and legs and torso. But it doesn’t feel that way. Draco’s chest and belly and groin are warm and pushed in close against Harry’s back and hips and arse, and Harry’s wearing nothing but Draco’s thermal underwear and his own pants. It’s rather a thin layering of cloth between them. Harry’s never been so incredibly aware of the shape of his arse, the way the long underwear is clinging to it as Draco’s hips press into him for warmth. It feels, abruptly, a bit obscene to even have an arse: the peach of it, like a ripe lightly furred fruit in summer. And worse yet that Harry’s got this vulgar part of his body snugged up against Draco’s hips, so Draco can’t help but know that Harry has an arse. Draco can feel it: the round shape of it and the firmness, and the cleft in it, too. It’s on Harry’s lips to apologise for the whole thing, nonsensically, but then Draco burrows in closer somehow – how is there more closeness to be gained? How? – and he absolutely yanks Harry into him like Harry is something portable. And now, suddenly, Harry feels the surfeit of Draco, because Harry feels small in Draco’s arms, and Draco’s top thigh moves to drape over Harry’s, long and lean and endless. The sole of his socked foot presses into the top of Harry’s own, all heel and ball, his toes curling over the ends of Harry’s own toes, like a warm envelope made for Harry’s smaller foot. Harry is wracked with another shiver. He’s not sure it’s actually from the cold this time.

(rec by @mallstars)

[isabeauwolf]

Merman Law x reader

Part 1 Part 3

Part 2: Warning

The next morning, you wake up bright and early and go to the shore again. Watching the sunrise, closing your eyes, soaking in the suns warmth as you wore a pair of light blue shorts that stop at you midnight and a bright pink, stripped tank top that ties at the back and golden gladiator sandals. Breathing in the fresh sea salted air into your lungs, then returned to the port where The Thousand Sunny had docks to resupply.

Of course, knowing Luffy he wanted to celebrate.

You boarded the ship and sat down in the grass, underneath Bellemere's Tangerine trees and relaxing. Waiting for the rest of the crew to awaken, knowing Sanji would be making everyone a light breakfast after nursing their hangovers. Ace, Luffy, Sabo, and Zoro no doubt, drank way too much last night. Stubborn men decided to accept Nami's challenge to a drinking contest, Clearly Zoro didn't learn his lesson back in Whiskey Peak. You giggled to yourself.

------

Law stood from the highest point of the dock, stormy silvers watching his female and the ship she boarded on sailing further and further away. This unbearable pain and ache hit his chest, forcing his stoic mask to crack, his lips falling into a deep frown, pressing his beloved white and black spotted hat further on his head and covering his eyes. Wait, his inner voice called, wishing you could hear him. Don't leave. Stay. His grip on Kikoku tightened, knuckles turning white. His soul called out to you since last night, ignoring the call hurt, but he needed to endure it.

Bepo, Penguin and Shachi were close behind, their hearts went out towards their Captain.

"Cap?" Penguin stepped forward, breaking Law out of his moody and tense behavior as he came back to the present.

"What it is, Pen?" Law replied, his eyes never left The Thousand Sunny. He'd hoped you had listened to his warming, but you didn't. Law trusted Bepo's navigating skills, the polar bear mink said something in the horizon didn't feel right, a storm was coming, something big.

Law knew it was risky, but he couldn't stand by and do nothing. Using devil fruit, he snuck onboard The Sunny and silently made his way towards you and whispered his warning, "Don't go out to sea. It's not safe."

Without another word, he quickly left, replacing his presents with one of the fallen tangerines.

That had been nearly an hour ago.

Clicking his tongue, Law had made up his mind. "Shachi, Pen, Bepo." He ordered, tone commanding.

All three stood attention, straightening and give a salute.

"Aye aye, Captain!" Bepo answered. "Are we going to followed them?"

"A stealth mission!" Shachi commented, his excitement growing.

"Gonna steal the girl, Cap?" Pen asks, smirking. "Or kiss the girl?" He snickered.

Law peaked over his shoulder, gritting his teeth. "It's too early for that, Pen."

Penguin and Shachi glanced at each other, raising a brow and shrugged. "Whatever you say, Cap." Nodding along together.

Law's jaw grinded hard, a tick mark forming on the top of his head. "Would you two like to be stuck on cleaning duty for the next month while we are at sea?" The merman asks, voice cold, a warning glare meeting his childhood friends widened eyes.

"Nope." Shachi answered first, he whispered. "Did you hear the wind picking up? Or that crazy idea?"

"No, bud." Penguin shook his head hard. "I heard nothin'."

"Good." Law nodded his head curtly, handing Kikoku to Bepo for safe keeping as he began to strip with haste. "I'll follow them. You guys and the rest of the crew follow below on The Tang." His eyes flashing gold as his scales appeared along is arm as he started to shift and stripping his clothes faster. He needed to go, needed to reach you, now, now.

Law didn't care about his nudity as he left his clothes, sword and spotted cap with Bepo, storming towards the cliffs edge, watching the tides and waiting for the perfect moment to jump.

"Cap, where will the rendezvous point be, if you and your little songbird are trapped in the storm?" Pen asks.

"Our nest." Law quickly answered as he jumped.

-----

You swear you heard a man's voice.

"Don't go out to sea. It's not safe."

You peaked over the railing and saw nobody. "Hello?" Brows furrowed in confusion. "Is someone out there?"

It was strange. The voice was masculine and low, smooth. It was oddly comforting.

It had been an hour sense then.

You hesitated and glanced at the sky. This strange feeling of dread kept building as your heart rate increased. You swallowed thickly as you told yourself to remain calm, twisting your body around, looking for any sign of danger. "Hey, Nami?"

The orange haired woman hummed at you.

"What was the weather forecast for today?" You reached out and gently shook her shoulder, lowering your gaze to your friend.

"Sunny." Her brown eyes meet your own. "Why-" Suddenly, she felt it. Nami raised to her feet quickly, her brows furrowed as she tilted her head back, staring at the clouds and sky. "All hands on deck!" She hollered, checking her log pose.

The blue sky was clear, a bit of wind. The ocean was beautiful and calm.

Suddenly, the air around the ship was changing. No, it shifted. Ominous.

Everyone scattered, following Nami's orders.

You peaked behind you. Your eyes widened as your breath caught in your throat. A monstrous tsunami was forming and rising high above as The Thousand Sunny turned, sky blackening as pitch, the solid wall of sea water escalating higher and higher as your heart slammed hard within your chest.

"Everyone hold on!" Franky called steering at the helm.

"Tie the lifelines!" Sanji ordered, handing each of you a lifeline to tie your body bodies onto the mass.

You reached for the rope when the deck was flooded with sea water, soaking everyone, hitting Luffy, Robin and Chopper. Weakening them as they held into the mass.

Zoro stretched his hand out for you to take. "Y/n!" He yelled over the raging wind, his one good eye meeting you own. "Grab my hand. You aren't tied off yet! C'mon!"

You nodded and ran toward the green haired swordsman, when you lost your balance, falling hard onto the deck, yelping in pain and you quickly ignored it and reached towards Zoro again.

Another even bigger wave hit as the tsunami engulfed the ship.

You were launched forward. "Oh, shit!" You screamed, missing Zoro's hand by a hair, past everyone who tried to reach you, watching in horror and struggling to untie their lifelines to reach you.

Franky reached his robot hand and his mini arm out to try and grab ahold of your tank top as you stretched your arm. It wasn't enough. Rolling and tumbling, fast and hard as you were thrown overboard. "Lu!" You cried in panic, stomach dropping as you landed hard into the cold, unforgiving, wet abyss and watery depths below.

Zoro, Sanji and the rest of the crew called your name.

Luffy panicked, weakly reaching out towards you. "Y/n!" His onyx orbs were wide with fear. "Y/n!" Inwardly cursing when his devil fruit failed him when he needed it most. "Dammit!" He roared, trying to get free, using his teeth to weakly gnaw at the thick ropes. 

Usopp yelling from the crow's nest, "Y/n overboard!" Pulling his goggles over his eyes, zooming in to refocus and trying to find you.

Every muscle inside your body wanted you to resurface quickly, instincts screaming for survival as your own body weight betrayed you. Causing you to become stuck within the blackness and power of the ocean itself.

The waves were merciless.

You swam toward the surface, hearing your crewmates calling you as you struggled to keep your head above the water only for wave and wave crashing into you harder and quicker than you could take another mouthful of air. Is this how I die? You though, closing your eyes, I wanted to go on more adventures with my friends. Closing your eyes hard, the stinging burned hurt more as your tears blended with the tears salt water. Hug Luffy, Ace and Sabo, or Grandpa again. You were pulled under again. I wanted to hear that voice again. Why you were thinking about that mystery man's voice you didn't know. You didn't know who he was. Why he wanted to help you? Why hadn't he shown you his face?

You were scared, cold, and alone. You wondered, if this was karma or your destiny to die at sea, which you loved and adored so much? You were a pirate. The sea was in your blood. Were you a weakling? Too weak to have the middle initial D in your name? Unworthy compared Luffy, Ace and Grandpa or your father?

You opened your eyes, blinking as your tried to save you mouthful of air, then you saw something moving towards you. Swimming faster towards you, the glint of something shiny reflection off the water.

You thought perhaps you were hallucinating.

The most stunning eyes you'd ever seen were staring at you, the color of liquid silver.

No, it was a man.

A very handsome man.

It was hard to tell, everything was blurry and haze, dark.

Was he death or the ferryman to take you into the afterlife? So, is this really the end? You frowned, growing unconscious as you couldn't hold your breath any longer, opening your mouth, bubbles bubbling and vanished.

The man reached for you, his hand gently cupping your jaw and tilting your head back as he kissed you, his silver orbs flashed into a bright golden color that traveled down his black tattoos, glowing the same shade. The jolly Roger and heart shaped patterns stole your focus as you closed your eyes.

This man was giving you air. Yet kissing you.

His hand felt strong yet gentle, caressing you.

The man's free arm wrapped tight around you, holding you prisoner within his arms. When he leaned back, giving you a smug grin. "You didn't heed my warning." His tone was amused. "Such a stubborn, little songstress."

You held your breath and kept your eyes closed. His voice sounded familiar. Then it hit you. It was him! The man's voice you heard. Your blush deepened as you felt your heartbeat pounding hard within your chest. Your surprise must have been read on your face, he laughed. It was light and filled with humor, yet low and deep.

"Come, we must wait out the storm." He informed you, pulling you closer to his strong, warm and hard chest. "Keep your eyes closed or you'll irritate your eyes more," he advised.

Instead of swimming up, the mysterious stranger dragged or swam you away from your friends and The Thousand Sunny.

Wait? That's the wrong way! You started to struggle against him. You couldn't see, but it felt as if you were upside down? What the fuck?!

He stopped and pressed your head further into his chest, "Don't worry." He whispered in your ear, soothing your fears and reassuring you. "I'll return you to them."

Having no other choice, but to trust your savior or drown. You pressed your cheek harder into this man's chest. Was he a man? He wouldn't be talking underwater and holding his breath for so long, if he was human. It couldn't have been a devil fruit. He wouldn't be able to swim, if he did.

The only logical thing that came to mind was that your savior wasn't human. You had seen all kinds of people throughout the Grandline. If he wanted to kill you, he would have done it by now. He wouldn't have held you so gently, if he did, right? God, I hope I'm right. You clung tighter onto your savior, wrapping your arms and legs around him, clinging hard onto him like a koala or a monkey, feeling yourself frown. His heartbeat was strong, thundering and drumming against your ear.

---- End of Part 2 ----

Part 1: Songstress and The Doctor

Part 3: Nest

Part 4: Coming Soon!

Songs I listened to while writing: Inuyasha OST 1 - Longing, Mozart - Requiem for a Dream (remix)

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[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: The Sun

Acronycal - occurring at sunset.

Auroral - pertaining to sunrise.

Fulgid - shining, glittering, briefly flashing light.

Heliotropic - plants that turn towards the sun.

Lucific - light-producing.

Lucifugous - light-avoiding; nocturnal.

Soliform - like the sun; sun-shaped.

Solisequious - following the course of the sun.

Sun glitter - sparkling light on water.

The sun...

Rotates around its own axis every 25.38 Earth days.

Accounts for 99.9% of the mass of the solar system.

Can reach 15 million degrees Celsius at its core.

Could fit over a million Earths inside it.

NOTES

Your weight on the Sun would be 28 times that on Earth.

It takes approximately 8 minutes for light to travel from the Sun to the Earth.

Interaction between solar wind & the Earth’s magnetic field create the auroras.

Crepuscular rays are sunbeams or sun rays that appear to radiate from the sun.

A green flash sometimes occurs at the moment before sunset or after sunrise, caused by the bending and scattering of sunlight.

A solar eclipse occurs when the moon passes between the Sun and the Earth.

Eclipses occur in pairs, usually with 2 weeks between a lunar and solar eclipse.

The Gregorian Calendar is a solar calendar based on a solar year of 365 days.

A heliograph is a device that uses a mirror to flash reflected, telegraphic messages, usually in Morse code.

A sun dog or parhelion is a phenomenon caused by the refraction of sunlight that creates the illusion of bright spots to the left and right of the sun.

The polar day or midnight sun occurs during the summer in the Arctic and Antarctic Circles, when the sun is still up at midnight.

The polar night is the time when the sun doesn’t rise above the horizon at Earth’s polar regions. Although it lasts for 6 months, only 11 weeks are spent in total darkness, the rest in twilight.

The subsolar point is the point on Earth at which the Sun appears directly overhead, and objects seem to cast no shadow. The subsolar points travel between the Tropic of Capricorn and the Tropic of Cancer.

There are two solstices a year, one around 21 June, and one around 21 December. The solstices mark the longest or shortest day of the year (except at the equator). They are also the point in time when the sun’s declination reaches its highest or lowest limit and appears to stand still before changing direction, leading to the Latin etymology: “sol” meaning, “sun”, and “sistere” meaning, “to stand still”.

IN THE ARTS

Many cultures have a dawn deity in addition to a solar deity.

An aubade is a poem or song about lovers who must part at daybreak.

Dawn is considered a sacred time by many religions and often dedicated to prayer and meditation.

Clytie was a nymph in Greek mythology who, because of her unrequited love for the sun god, Helios, was turned into a sunflower, which was believed to follow the course of the sun.

Sir John Herschel coined the word, “photography” in 1839. He also invented the “actinometer” which measures the heat of direct sunlight.

The Sun is the 19th card of the Major Arcana of the Tarot. It is often thought to signify vitality, optimism, and playfulness.

Source ⚜ More: Notes & References ⚜ Word List: Sun ⚜ Star ⚜ Glow

[plor-bindery]

Bound: Under Giant Mountains by wolfpants

The delightful, evocative, and thoughtful Under Giant Mountains by @wolfpants is up next in my tour of wolf’s fic I bound. This landscape of this fic is soaring: mountains and dragons and wilderness. But at the same time, its subject matter is as small and carefully contained as Harry's postwar pain. This is a Harry who is struggling, and struggling to even admit he's struggling. At the risk of spoiling anything, the way wolf writes Harry's breakdown and surrender is so, so soft and sweet and real. I love a Harry who confronts any danger head-on except the danger of what's going on inside him.

(Fun fact: this fic was posted while I was in the midst of writing Polar Night/Midnight Sun and I was like OH GOOD WOLF HAS DONE THE DRACO IN NORWAY THING AND DONE IT BETTER THAN I COULD, I CAN STOP WRITING NOW but of course, I didn't stop; I let wolf's words inspire me onwards, and this is another reason why I love fandom: the overlapping of writerly worlds, the echoes and resonances we experience as creators and fans.)

For this bind, I chose a relatively simple aesthetic, but couldn't resist inserting little tiny dragons as scene breaks.

More process and materials talk under the cut.

Materials: This was my first go at making bookcloth! I had purchased a little remainder scrap of forest green cotton at the fabric store and only noticed after ironing it out and laminating it to the tissue that there were stripes of sun damage on the creases of the cloth, sigh. I had to start over. I used mulberry tissue but some of the fibres are palpable through the cloth, which I am not wild about. Still -- homemade bookcloth! Fun!

Text block is printed on 24 lb cream letter cut down to a quarto bind, and is actually the first bind I did where my grain direction was correct. (I know, I know...) Sewn on two linen tapes with waxed linen thread.

Endbands (which I neglected to photograph, apparently) are machine made.

End papers are just scrapbook paper, nothing special.

The decoration is gold HTV. Hoo boy. More on that shortly.

Process: My first quarto bind! First bookcloth making! First bind with the grain direction correct! So many firsts!

That being said, there was nothing particularly special about this bind's process. My biggest struggle (which is visible) was the gold HTV. I think I've since cracked the code more on how to apply larger bits of HTV without making marks in it (short version: higher heat, less pressure, more patience) but I was still struggling here, as you can see. That being said, I do love the sort of hobbity vibe of the rune-ish font and the dragon/mountain.

I made myself a copy of this as a test first, and the HTV is even more messed up on that. :| Also, I realized when reading it afterwards, I fucked up the page order in one signature. This is fixed (god, I hope it's fixed) in wolf's copy.

Signature length is a tricky thing with case binding/sewn binding in general. I wound up needing a bunch of blank pages at the back of the typeset so I did something I have since done in other binds: added a "selected praise for" section where I copy/pasted AO3 comments into the text block like literary reviews. I love this so much: the juxtaposition of the formal literary trope with the squee and all-caps and hype of fandom commenters. I am not the first to do this, of course, but you'll see it appear again in future binds from me for sure. (And of course I put my own comment first. OF COURSE I did. Binder's privilege!)

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

If a version of Midnight Sun existed for each following instalment of the Twilight series (New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn), what do you think they’d be called/what would you call them and what (new) scenes would be in them?

Anon, you speak my greatest dream. I want this in my life. If no one else does, then I am the sole person who does. If there is not one person who wants this, it means that I have died.

I need this.

But for now, I can only imagine (and no doubt fail miserably to what it would be in actuality).

New Moon

The thing is that Meyer would also want to call this New Moon for the reason that she called it New Moon for Bella: this is a book about hopelessness. Edward leaves, Bella's soulmate, she literally cannot survive without him and this book is her discovering "oh, yeah, I literally cannot survive without him" (and making friends with Jacob but let's be real Meyer was never that into that).

It's a book where the moon, the light, is gone.

For Edward, we have the same narrative, he tries to leave Bella for her own good, fails, has a miserable time, and comes crawling back only to find that he's made everything worse.

But because Edward is more dramatic, and to thematically work with Midnight Sun (named thus as Bella is the unexpected sunlight in what should be the darkest of Edward's nights) we have Polar Night which is the phenomenon opposite of Midnight Sun where instead of the sun never setting at all we have the night never ending.

As for what would be in it. My friend, my beautiful friend, everything would be in it.

We'd get the scene where Edward bullies his family into leaving, many of them having reservations, and then steals all Bella's photographs and tries and fails to steal the stereo out of her car. We'd get scenes of Edward fantasizing about Bella marrying and holding hands with MiKe NEWtoN and it being entirely too much for him. We get all of the birthday party, period, which from Edward's point of view would no doubt be insane.

We have Edward so fucking depressed that he feels he's bringing the family down and chooses to leave on the vague pretext of catching Victoria. Then he doesn't catch Victoria and loses her in Mexico but is so depressed he just keeps going south until he hits Brazil.

Where he stays, and per what he says to Bella (which is undoubtedly not the entire truth) he was fucking miserable and did nothing for months. Did he have a Hallucination Bella who told him not to eat human food because it'd make him sick? Did he write a rock opera about Bella Swan only to realize it didn't live up to real life and burn it in a fit of despair and anger? What about the family calling to check in? We know that happened, Rosalie could reach Edward and he answered, so did they just call and quietly try to ask if Edward's coming back home or not? You know? Anytime? Edward?

And then of course his pleading for death with the Volturi, being told no, planning his elaborate massacre-suicide before settling on good old suicide without any murder and Bella being alive and that whole debacle from his point of view including "OH NO OTHER MAN MOVED IN" when he realizes Jacob's... kind of... a thing...

Everything would be new in part because we see so little of Edward and given the insanity in Midnight Sun that was never in Twilight I can't even guess to what Edward got up to for months in Rio.

It could be fucking anything.

Eclipse

Or "Edward did a bad thing and is now very nervous" the novel. As for what it's call, this is less clear as we have to go with the sun/moon themes here, and Eclipse is already taken. If we're allowed weather related events maybe "Eye of the Hurricane" as there's a storm out there and this book is about Edward barely holding his shit together. This is his nightmare scenario in every way.

Bella has a new love interest, a friend she believes is platonic who is very interested in her, and worse, Edward actually does admire and is hands down in Edward's opinion the better man for her to be with. Bella's changed when he was gone and is now an adrenaline junky, what else about her has changed? How much did he miss? She's involved in werewolves who all hate Edward, for good reason, and want her to leave him, for good reason. Edward has discovered that he actually can't leave Bella, Alice was right, even though he wants to be that strong desperately. Bella got the family to agree to turn her and they'll do it, Edward's barely gotten her to agree to be turned by him instead, but she's hemming and hawing about marrying and committing to him and she wants him to bang him (which will likely lead to her death)

Edward is straight up not having a good time, bro.

So, we'd get Edward's insane plans to keep Bella and Jacob apart, his meeting Bella in the road after her looking like he'd love nothing more than to pull The Terminator where he chases her car down. We get Edward's increasing nervousness that Bella "wants to be with him forever" but "doesn't want to marry him" (which for Edward, understandably as he doesn't have Bella's background, is something that just doesn't compute). And there's Jacob, kissing Bella, warming her up at night, thinking very dirty things when Edward's sitting right there internally screaming.

And of course, offscreen things with the family, likely venting about the Denali who are leaving them to die because they won't let them kill the children Native Americans, wondering if they're all going to die in this fight, even more of the tent scene with Jacob (which I'm sure, somehow, I'm sure, got very homoerotic in there). Probably sobbing to Alice "I fucked up" and then hating Rosalie BECAUSE THIS IS ALL HER FAULT HISS HISS.

And of course, what we know he sees from Bree and perhaps the discussion with the family that Bella never got to be privy to.

And I imagine a lot of fantasies of Bella pregnant with Jacob's beautiful babies.

Breaking Dawn

I'm going to bow out for this one too, Meyer would want to name it that. Maybe we get "Hailey's Comet" or something, in that Edward has related Bella to a comet streaking across the bleak sky of his life and this is him learning to accept to be happy and perhaps good things are allowed to happen to him.

But anyways.

I mean.

We get Breaking Dawn.

We get Edward gearing himself up for sex and asking the family how to bang a woman. We know he did this. Canonically he confesses to Bella, in the weirdest manner possible, that he asked his entire family how to do it (and it made it clear that Carlisle didn't really approve and was pretty :/ and "don't do it" about all of it). We get the family probably watching Alice like hawks because they're waiting for her to tell them if Bella lived or died through intercourse. We get Edward interrogating the maid in Portuguese and god knows what they even said to one another but it had to be wild.

We get Edward planning Bella's abortion, the betrayal by Rosalie yet again, and then more planning of her forced abortion with Jacob and his opinion on Jacob turning from "respected rival" into "my only friend".

Then we get Edward's complete flip on Renesmee which must have been... I don't even know. But he'd be thinking she's the spawn of Satan before that (in the most Edward manner possible) and then that she's Jesus after that (in the most Edward manner possible).

Then of course there's "my son, Jacob" and honestly probably fantasizing about an adult Renesmee pregnant with Jacob's beautiful babies. Let's be real here. and just...

Look.

I can't predict this.

What we saw of Breaking Dawn was already insane and this would only be more so because it's Edward. There's so much we don't see as Bella pays 0 attention to the other vampires and to the family at large and Edward would just...

I have no idea.

It would just be madness.

TL;DR

I need this.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Moon: What’d you make for Polar?

Eclipse, staring at the cake he burned: Regret.

[stationintern]

Hello there!

I spent Valentine's Day ruining patrons' nights at my restaurant by telling them our computers were down, but what can you do, you know? Other than that, February was a good time. I was able to read a lot more, and prepare a more in depth list for you, even if it's short.

Hope you enjoy!

Bridges by @cavendishbutterfly E, 16.1k

Reading this felt like getting a personal tour of Budapest. The reverence the author has for the location shines through and gives you a lovely look at a new location. I find Harry exploring his sexuality abroad especially interesting- as if being somewhere else allows him a sort of freedom he wouldn't find at home. There's an appreciation for beer in this fic that I appreciate, since beer is one of life's greatest treasures. I especially loved Cho Chang being a main character in this fic. I love seeing her being utilized in such a fun way when she was done so dirty by she who shall not be named.

Thickets by @wolfpants E, 17k

There are some insane lines in this (very positive), along with some very fun portrait dialogue. Gut-wrenching and extremely intimate. Some scenes can leave you feeling like you're intruding on a very personal moment as a reader. I love a Harry Potter who's a bit obsessed with Draco. ALSO, this fic contains one of the hottest wet dreams I've ever read. Do with that what you will.

Polar Night/Midnight Sun by toomuchplor E, 54.3k

Harry is very horny. Like, at times, this fic is so sexually charged it's almost unbearable. In a very good way. The clothing descriptions make me want to touch those mittens and hats so bad. I know they'd be soft and so fucking squishy. A few things this fic includes: one bed, a lack of magic, for a while, that is perfectly reasonable, and Harry's thing for Draco's teeth (they're like a military cemetery, if you even care.) Also, the sexual allure of someone struggling to get into an attic (I get it,) and Draco's daddy issues (typical but welcomed.) Diagnosis: Extensive therapy. For everyone. Even the dog. ALSO, these boys have STAMINA.

Recursion by @tessacrowley E, 132.5k

As I said in a previous post, "Sometimes you just have to zap Draco Malfoy into the past and let him live for years as the wizard Young Sheldon." This fic will give you WHIPLASH, but it won't be nearly as bad as Draco's. This boy(man?) goes through it. Absolutely engrossing. I couldn't stop reading until I was finished. I love a good canon rewrite, and @tessacrowley has now written my two favorite fics in that genre. Their characterization of Draco is always spot-on in whatever context they put him in. Show-stopping, fantastic, wonderful.

See you next month! XX, Moon.