#putting it all together into a little comic

[mapis-putellas]

𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔

Pairing: Alexia Putellas x reader

Words: 3600

Warning: none

Summary: You take Alexia on a surprise Christmas trip to Whistler, Canada. [Requested]

The trip to Whistler had been in the works for months, planned out with all the precision of one of your team's training sessions. The goal was simple: a cozy Christmas in the mountains, skiing by day and unwinding together by night. Alexia had been elated about it from the start. But as soon as the two of you stepped off the plane, her excitement collided with the reality of the freezing Canadian winter, and her enthusiasm took a slight hit. The two of you hadn't even gotten to the cabin yet, and she was already tugging her scarf tighter around her neck, teeth chattering and eyebrows furrowed as she tried to bury her face in her coat.

It was late when you arrived at the cabin, so after unpacking the essentials, you put together a quick dinner, each of you too tired to do more than eat quietly by the fire, savoring the warmth. Afterward, you both moved to the bathroom, Alexia looking comically miserable as she peeled off her layers of cold-weather clothing. She muttered something under her breath, half in Spanish and half in English, that was likely a complaint about the chill as you guided her into the warm spray of the shower. The exhaustion from the trip hit as soon as you got out, and the two of you collapsed into bed, Alexia curling up close as you held her, excitement for the next day's plans lingering between you even as sleep took over.

The next morning, you woke to find Alexia still fast asleep, barely stirring when you leaned down to kiss her cheek and whisper that it was time to get ready. She mumbled something unintelligible, eyes remaining stubbornly shut until you nudged her again, teasing her gently about her reluctance. Finally, she cracked an eye open, groaning as she dragged herself up to sit on the edge of the bed, her hair tousled and her face etched with sleepy reluctance.

"Here, baby." You hand her the coffee you'd made, and she takes it with a sleepy smile, bringing it to her lips with for a cautious sip. As she sat sipping her coffee, you started pulling layers out of her suitcase. One by one, you helped her bundle up: a thermal layer, a thick sweater, a puffy jacket, woolly socks, gloves. Even a woolly hat.

By the time you were done, she looked more like a marshmallow than the world-class footballer she was, bundled in layers of thermals, fleece, and down.

Alexia blinked, tugging at her gloves and shooting you an unamused look.

You grinned as you tugged Alexia's woolly hat down over her ears, admiring how cute she looked bundled up like this. Her cheeks were pink from the cold, and her lips formed an adorable pout.

"I look... silly," she grumbled, glancing down at herself and tugging awkwardly at the sleeves of her oversized coat.

You laughed, stepping closer to adjust her scarf. "No, you look adorable."

Alexia's pout deepened, and she raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Like... marshmallow. Fat marshmallow," she muttered, her accent thick, and a little frustration creeping into her voice.

"An adorable marshmallow," you insisted, leaning in to press a kiss to her nose. She huffed, her lips twitching as if fighting a smile, but she couldn't hide the slight blush that crept over her cheeks.

"Ridículo," she mumbled, shaking her head as she playfully nudged you. "You enjoy this too much."

"Maybe," you admitted, grinning as you pulled your own gloves on. "Alright, ready to go, my cute little marshmallow?"

She shot you a look, though her eyes sparkled with a mix of exasperation and affection. "I am not a marshmallow," she muttered under her breath as she followed you out into the snow, pulling her hat down a little lower.

The two of you started trudging through the snow toward the rental shop, but it quickly became clear that Alexia was struggling. She slipped slightly with each step, gripping onto your arm like her life depended on it, muttering to herself in Spanish.

"This... no easy," she complained, her fingers digging into your jacket as she tried to steady herself. "Snow is... dangerous."

"Dangerous?" you teased, glancing at her. "I think you just need more practice, Ale."

She gave you a mock glare. "In Spain, no snow, you know? This... es muy difícil."

You laughed, shaking your head as you half considered scooping her up to make faster progress. But before you could, she stumbled again, clinging to your arm even tighter and shooting you a pleading look.

"Carry me?" she asked, batting her lashes, clearly not entirely joking.

You chuckled. "I'd love to, but I think you'll need to practice walking if you want to ski later."

Alexia rolled her eyes, grumbling under her breath as she tried to keep her balance. By the time you reached the rental shop, there was already a line forming. Alexia shivered, cuddling close to you as you waited, her gloved hands tugging at your jacket.

Her nose, cold from the air, nudged against your neck, and you jolted slightly at the icy sensation. She giggled, her laugh muffled as she pressed closer, wrapping her arms around your waist.

"You're freezing, Ale," you muttered, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as you pulled her close.

"Warm me," she mumbled, her voice low and half-hidden by your coat.

You rolled your eyes playfully, giving her a squeeze. "Just wait until we're actually skiing, baby. This is nothing compared to that."

She huffed, burying her face against your shoulder as you both shuffled forward in line. Alexia stayed pressed against you, eyes watching the skiers outside with something between curiosity and dread.

When it was finally your turn, you collected your skis and poles and started to help her secure her boots to the bindings. Alexia struggled to snap her boots into place, muttering a string of soft curses under her breath in Spanish as she fiddled with the straps.

"This is... estúpido," she muttered, looking up at you with a frown. "Does not... want to fit."

You knelt down, smiling as you adjusted the bindings and helped her snap her boots in place. "There. All good now," you said, pressing a kiss to her forehead to soften her frustration.

She sighed, her frown melting a bit as she looked at you, a hint of her pout still lingering. "Thank you. But... this still looks... hard."

"It's just going to take a little getting used to. We'll start easy." You handed her the ski poles, laughing softly as she stared at them like they were foreign objects.

She raised an eyebrow. "And... what is this?" she asked, holding the poles awkwardly. "I... I only see people do this on TV."

You smirked, trying not to laugh. "Those are your ski poles, Ale. They're for balance."

She made a face but didn't argue, clearly not sold on this idea. You reached out to guide her toward the beginner slope, explaining as you went. "We'll start on the bunny hill. It's for beginners."

"Bunny hill?" she repeated, looking at you skeptically. "Like... animal?"

You couldn't help but grin. "Yes, but here it means a small, easy hill for people just starting out."

Alexia didn't look convinced, glancing over at the slight incline. She let out a small sigh, clearly trying to come to terms with the fact that her first attempt would be on the easiest slope there was. But she didn't protest, just nodded, and gave you a resigned look.

"Fine. But no laughing if I... fall," she warned, her eyes narrowing.

"I would never," you promised, though the twinkle in your eye said otherwise.

She let out a huff, shaking her head. "Liar. You will laugh, I know you."

With a smile, you pulled her close for a quick kiss. "I'll try to keep a straight face," you said, fighting back a laugh.

She rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling a little. "Mentirosa," she muttered, but her voice was soft, affectionate.

With one last reluctant sigh, Alexia gripped her poles tightly, her eyes darting over to the bunny hill with a mixture of determination and trepidation. You walked side by side, ready for whatever mishaps were about to unfold.

The two of you spent most of the day on the bunny hill, enjoying the quietness of the snowy landscape and each other's company. Alexia tried her hardest to keep up, but it was clear skiing wasn't in her wheelhouse. And, much as you tried to stifle it, you couldn't help but laugh every time she lost her balance and fell on her backside, letting out quiet curses in Spanish as she tried to pull herself up. You held out a hand to her each time, grinning as she took it with an exaggerated sigh, always muttering something unintelligible under her breath. Despite her frustration, you could tell she was still having fun, the sparkle in her eyes more than enough proof of that.

After a while, the two of you trudged back up the small slope for what felt like the tenth time that morning. Alexia stopped at the top and, with a huff, stabbed her ski poles into the snow. Without warning, she stumbled forward, collapsing into your arms with a dramatic sigh. Immediately, you wrapped your own arms around her, chuckling as you pressed a gentle kiss to her woolly hat, feeling the soft texture against your lips.

"You okay?" you asked, your voice laced with affection as you held her close.

Alexia nodded, though you could feel her shivering slightly against you. Her hands slowly moved around your waist, finding their way behind your back as she shifted closer. You sighed, thinking she was simply getting comfortable—until, out of nowhere, her cold, bare hands slipped under the layers of your coat, pressing directly against your warm skin. The sudden shock made you gasp, your body arching away instinctively as the freezing sensation seeped into you.

"Alexia!" you cursed, trying to pull away, but her arms held you firmly in place, her giggles echoing in your ear as she buried her head into your shoulder, clearly relishing your reaction. "Are you trying to freeze me to death?"

Her laugh was muffled against your neck, her shoulders shaking as she tightened her hold, her cold hands sliding even further up your back, sending chills up your spine. "Is warm here," she murmured, her accent soft and adorable even as she continued her playful torture.

"Oh, you're impossible!" you groaned, squirming as she wiggled her fingers against your skin, making you shiver from the icy touch. She giggled again, tilting her head to nuzzle her freezing cold nose into the side of your neck, and you let out a sharp gasp, torn between laughing and cursing as the chill made you instinctively huddle closer to her. "Seriously, Alexia, you're going to give me frostbite!"

"Is nice," she whispered, her voice laced with mischief as she continued to press herself against you, her cold hands roaming along your back, seeming to take every opportunity to spread the chill. Her head tucked deeper into the crook of your neck, her cold nose brushing against your skin as she let out a contented hum, completely ignoring your protests.

After a minute of her relentless antics, you finally mustered the strength to bat her hands away, catching them in your own as you took a step back, shivering from the cold that still lingered on your skin. You turned around to see the gloves she'd dropped earlier lying in the snow, and you quickly reached down to grab them, shaking your head as you held them out to her.

Alexia had a pout on her face when you turned back around, her expression a mix of disappointment and playful indignation. Her lower lip jutted out slightly, and her eyes narrowed as she looked down at the gloves in your hands, clearly unhappy that her fun had come to an end.

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed her hands, tugging them forward as you slipped the gloves back on, muttering under your breath, "You're nothing but trouble, you know that?"

She giggled, giving you a look of innocent defiance as she wiggled her now-gloved fingers in your hold. "Me? Trouble?" she replied, her accent thick as she batted her eyelashes at you, doing her best to look as angelic as possible.

"Yes, trouble," you huffed, tightening the gloves on her hands with a smirk. "And now that your hands are warm, no more sneaking them under my coat, got it?"

Alexia's pout deepened, her shoulders slumping slightly as she looked down at her gloved hands, clearly disappointed. "But is warm," she whined softly, her gaze flicking up to meet yours, a hint of mischief still sparkling in her eyes.

You let out a playful scoff, crossing your arms as you raised an eyebrow at her. "I don't care how warm it is, your hands were like icicles!" You shook your head, giving her a gentle nudge as you added, "You're lucky I didn't push you back down the hill."

She laughed, her giggles filling the air as she leaned in closer, reaching up to tug gently on the collar of your coat, her smile softening as she looked up at you. "I don’t mind," she murmured, her gaze warm despite the cold around you.

You felt your heart soften at her words, her playful charm as endearing as ever. Smiling, you leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of her nose, watching as her eyes widened in surprise before her cheeks flushed, a faint pink that had nothing to do with the cold.

"Come on, trouble," you whispered, squeezing her hand as you turned to guide her back down the hill. "Let's get you warmed up for real this time."

As you and Alexia headed back to the cabin, a mischievous idea began to form in your mind. She was walking a bit ahead of you, bundled up and focused on keeping herself steady in the thick snow. It was the perfect opportunity.

You bent down, scooped up a handful of soft, powdery snow, and quickly shoved it down the back of her jacket. Her reaction was instant. A loud gasp escaped her as she shrieked, twisting and squirming, trying to shake the snow out. "Ay!" she yelped, hopping from foot to foot. Her hands flew to her back, frantically brushing at her jacket in a futile attempt to get rid of the snow as it melted against her skin.

You couldn't help it—watching her wriggle around like that had you laughing so hard tears filled your eyes. Her face twisted in mock outrage, eyes wide as she stared at you in shock.

"Oh no... you didn't," she said, her accent thick and her expression one of complete betrayal.

You could barely manage to get a word out between laughs. "I—I did! Payback for those cold hands earlier."

But to your surprise, she didn't attempt to get you back. Instead, Alexia gave you a look so full of hurt, bottom lip quivering ever-so-slightly, that you felt a pang of guilt despite yourself.

"Oh no, oh no, don't do that," you stammered, dropping your handful of snow and hurrying toward her, arms outstretched to pull her close.

Alexia shivered as she clung to you, still giving you that wide-eyed look of betrayal as she buried her head into your shoulder, sniffling dramatically. "Es... so cold," she whispered, clutching you even tighter, the snow in her jacket now melting against her skin. She was practically trembling as you held her, and you realized you might have overdone it a bit.

"Come on, let's get you inside," you said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as you quickly guided her toward the warmth of the cabin.

Once inside, you immediately set about helping her peel off the snow-soaked layers. Her jacket came off first, and then her scarf and gloves, her damp hair clinging to her face. She looked like she'd just trekked through a snowstorm. You felt a pang of guilt seeing her like that, her teeth chattering slightly as she shivered in her damp shirt.

"Sorry, love, I didn't mean for it to be this bad," you murmured, brushing a few damp strands of hair from her forehead.

She didn't answer right away, just looked at you with those big, puppy-dog eyes and a still-pouting expression. "You... are cruel," she muttered in her thick accent, though there was a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Let me make it up to you," you replied, quickly pulling off your own jacket and scarf. You grabbed the hoodie you'd left discarded on the couch last night and stepped toward her, gesturing for her to lift her arms. She obeyed, still giving you a half-hearted pout as you pulled her damp shirt over her head and tossed it aside.

Once her shirt was off, you slipped the hoodie over her head, guiding her arms through the sleeves and tugging it down to cover her properly. She looked adorable, swimming in your oversized hoodie, her face still showing signs of a pout, though she looked a bit less disgruntled now that she was warming up.

"There we go," you murmured, giving her a soft smile. "All better now?"

She didn't answer immediately, just crossed her arms and looked at you, still pouting. Without saying anything, you made your way over to the couch, settling down with your head resting against the armrest. You looked at her and opened your arms invitingly, a grin tugging at your lips.

Alexia's pout vanished, replaced by a barely concealed smile as she eagerly scrambled onto the couch, laying herself down completely on top of you, her head finding its favorite spot against your chest. You wrapped your arms around her tightly, holding her close, feeling the weight and warmth of her body sink into you.

"You're a big baby, you know that?" you whispered, chuckling softly as she adjusted herself, making herself comfortable.

"Sí, but... you love me," she murmured in reply, her hands sneaking under your shirt once more, only this time between you and the couch, pressed against the bare skin of your back. They were still ice-cold, and you couldn't help the shiver that ran through you as her cold fingers settled there.

"You're trying to freeze me alive, aren't you?" you muttered, half-joking as you tightened your hold on her.

She giggled, lifting her head slightly to look at you, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Maybe... a little," she admitted, nestling her head back against your chest, her nose cold as she pressed it against the side of your neck. You could feel her breath, still a little chilled, against your skin.

"Why are your hands still so cold?" you asked, laughing softly as you ran a hand up and down her back, trying to warm her up. "You're going to freeze both of us if you keep this up."

She gave a soft, sleepy hum as she nuzzled even closer, her weight pressing down on you comfortably. "I like your warm," she mumbled, her accent thickening as she relaxed more. Her voice was quieter now, tinged with a hint of drowsiness. You could tell she was finally warming up, her breathing slowing as she settled against you, her head tucked into the crook of your neck.

"Fine, you win," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "But no more cold hands on bare skin, okay?”

At that, she immediately lifted her head, looking at you with wide, sad eyes, her lower lip jutting out in a pout that was as adorable as it was ridiculous. "No... cold hands?" she repeated, clearly not pleased with this new rule.

"Yep, that's the rule," you replied, struggling to hold back a laugh at her expression. "No more freezing me."

Her pout deepened, and she leaned in closer, her face mere inches from yours as she stared at you, her brown eyes wide and pleading. "But... I like your warm," she said, her voice soft, her lips quivering slightly as she tried her best to convince you to change your mind.

You couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head as you reached up to gently cup her face. "Alright, alright... but only if you promise to give me fair warning next time. No more surprise attacks, okay?"

A bright grin spread across her face, and she nodded enthusiastically, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she snuggled back down against your chest, arms wrapping around you once more. "I promise," she whispered, her voice muffled as she buried her face against your shoulder, her cold nose pressed against your skin again.

You sighed, letting out a soft chuckle as you held her close, feeling the last traces of cold finally start to fade as her breathing slowed, her body relaxing completely against you. It wasn't long before you felt her weight grow heavier, her soft breaths becoming steady and even as she drifted off to sleep, her face still nestled against your neck.

You ran a hand gently up and down her back, tracing slow, soothing circles as you held her, savoring the warmth and comfort of her presence. Even with the cold hands and dramatic pouts, you wouldn't trade moments like this for anything.

**

Tags:

@marysfics @ceesimz @codiemarin @girlgenius1111 @goldenempyrean @simp4panos @xxnaiaxx @liloandstitchstan @silentwolfsstuff

[kandadze]

Ep 26 loose (and rambling) thoughts

I find it almost comical how Chongwu Camp took over the whole shapeshifter case and everyone just nodded and went home. What is Fan daren even doing? Playing weiqi with the Situ guy, instead of actually running the Demon Hunting Bureau so that it doesn't look completely inept in comparison?

Aww look at WX waiting for ZYC to come back! It's kind of interesting how, as she was moving closer to him, the camera moved away so we can only see their silhouettes in the end, and just the very beginning of a hug-

But then we get to follow ZYZ as he's almost floating through the rooms of the Bureau. I imagine these are ZYC's private quarters... It might be the fighter training, or ZYC is just so attuned to ZYZ's presence, either way the fact that he noticed the Great Demon immediately despite being deep in thought, *and* wasn't surprised in the slightest, is kinda amusing to me. (Don't get me started on the bed in the foreground as the scene  switches to them talking 😂)

I'm afraid I was not wrong when I thought that "I understand ZYZ now" might mean, among other things, that ZYC understands the demon's wish for death, and thus feels less conflicted about fulfilling it. At the same time, the relief in his face when he talks of breaking the oath, regardless of the consequences... These two, I swear. Because of course ZYZ cuts in immediately with, absolutely not, no dying on my watch, ZYC!

(Also, did we forget the little detail of ZYC not possessing an inner core? Or have they already discussed it behind the scenes and this way we got the "do what you want to become who you want to be" because of course they're going to repair the sword so ZYC *will* be protected from his own demonic energy?)

Now don't come for me, I don't have medical training or anything, but I know depression, and I know how I can extend the gentlest of care and understanding to others while completely unable to do the same for myself, and this is what I see in ZYZ in this scene. He reassures ZYC, encourages him to think about the future, talks of how they're family and they're in this mess together, and yet, and yet, almost in the same breath, he still insists on only one thing for himself. I understand him *and* I want him to want to have a future too, goddamnit.

Is everyone in this place suffering from insomnia? I mean, not that surprising all things considered, but we barely see anyone from the crew resting... You tell him, WX! Him and ZYC, the two self-sacrificial idiots. Also, for such a short scene, it sure did pack a punch... I love the tenderness between them.

Finally we got around to repairing that goddamn cloud ceiling over the Wilderness lol And of course, now that Bai Jiu's mom is back to her human form, he's - where?

The way I cackled at the way my question was answered in the very next scene... Li Lun, the drama queen of all times, does not want to miss the family excursion! (Also, I've seen it said many times but it bears repeating, the kid actor is phenomenal. I literally forget he's 12 when he's portraying Li Lun.) Ying Lei is the goodest boy, and I'd give him all the head pats and high fives. Don't die, please.

I find myself cheering for WX repeatedly in this ep, probably because she keeps saying what I'm thinking, ZYC, ZYZ, stop being idiots!

Well this took an unexpected turn. I love how unruffled ZYZ appears up until the very moment ZYC says, let's give up on restoring the sword, and I hate how his reply seems to be the drama once again reminding us that apparently there are only two possible outcomes. Come on, give us a secret third thing, I'm begging you!

"Even if it's restored... please don't die." What I just said! I remember how we were all, ZYC is going to regret his oath, and we definitely got that, but for him to outright put a condition like that on restoring of his fate weapon, demanding ZYZ to promise not to die is just - top tier. My heart. And then I cheered for WX again, she was *so* mad lol Good on you, girl, you said what we were all thinking!

Ugh ZYZ, stop breaking my heart. I don't think he's ever outright lied to any of them, but the way he seems to categorize his own promises to ZYC... I guess the one about not seeking death is not the highest priority. Ffs

All demons in this world, including ancestors, seem to suffer from loneliness above all else... I love how fast ZYC refuses. He's ready to sacrifice himself, but he'll never sacrifice any of his companions. Ngl I don't think I breathed through the whole sequence that followed. The goodbyes (PSJ, can you act like a normal person at least once? Not sure if it's the actress, but oh goodness does PSJ grate on me sometimes), the "I choose myself," and then ZYZ activating his energy to break the ice, because of course he would. To be honest, at this point in the story, I would really rather these two died together doing something heroic, as opposed to one of them dying and the other continuing on in misery, but hey, unfortunately I'm not the one calling the shots here.

(Also, seeing Bingyi and Ying Long in the preview... hats off to the costuming and makeup folks, because damn, TJR and HMH are already exceptionally good looking, but in the demon get-up they're just out of this world, achingly beautiful.)

[jasminedragonart]

Oh okay so I'm actually getting some genuine interest in this post.

I actually did a course on publishing when I was at uni, the process to actually make a book is actually really easy. Doing it alone might seem daunting, especially if you're planning on making more than one copy but it's possible.

I'm going to put the process here which I'm using to make my own book. By that I mean with my atla comic, my goal is, once I reach the end of book 1 I'm going to make myself a physical copy with my own hands.

First, you need an idea. Sounds simple but it's actually the hardest part of the publishing process. My advice: get it down, make it messy, do it fast.

Second, if you're doing this on your own, you're gonna want to take a day or two and not look at it at all. You want to wipe it from your mind and not even think about it until we get to the next step of our journey.

If you aren't doing this on your own youre going to send your draft to your beta. You're going to get that second opinion and listen to every disgusting plot hole and problem until you want to cry. If you are doing this on your own you will also be doing this step but you are the beta. Your fresh eyes will tear that project apart.

Third, redraft. This is where things get good. You have a skeleton of a fic at this stage, what you're going to do now is add meat and blood and skin until you're just as in love with this draft as you were the first.

Fourth, repeat the second step.

Fifth, take a break. Take a long break and then read over your second draft again, you're going to find a lot more wrong with it now than you did before. It shouldn't be as bad as the first purge but you should be able to fine tune your draft.

You're going to do and repeat this until youre happy with your draft and your beta is too.

This is where we go to our next stage.

Sixth, the proofreader and editor. If this is you, print your work out, it's a lot easier to find mistakes when you have a physical copy. You're fine combing it now. You're finding little mistakes, little grammatical errors and words that don't sit right. You're going to send this out into the world so be happy with what you've produced, dont leave anything to chance. Even if you have to get your parents or siblings or friends to read your work just do it. A new pair of eyes spot things you don't even think about.

Seventh, if you're finally happy with your work you're going to start the publishing process. If this is an Amazon book I can't help you since I'm going to be printing and creating at home but there are a lot of sites out there and youtubers that can help you with that.

If you're doing this at home you're going to typeset your work. You're going to adjust the margins, the paragraph space, font and size until they're the typeset you're wanting. Since mine is a comic I will be making sure the margins leave a big white space near the centre so the art isn't lost in the spine. There are pages out there debating the best typeset to use depending on your book so it's entirely up to you really. For example young adult books have larger fonts than adult books.

Eight, after this you need to either, manually, or with a pdf app put your book in printing order. This is where you need to know about how books are actually made. Books are made up of signatures which are three or four pages folded together. This means the pages go 1 on the right, 2 on the opposite side to the left, 3 goes onto page 2 and 4 on the opposite side to the left. It goes on like that and it's not impossible to do it manually but it does require a bit of thinking.

Nine. Once youve put it in printing order you need to print and make those signatures.

Ten, you sew those signatures together. There's a tutorial on YouTube on how to do this and, again, there are variations and it comes down to taste, a lot of stuff after this is taste. You can add a bookmark at this point as well as binding around the top. Make sure you glue your spine.

After that you need cardboard and book cloth and a tutorial on YouTube because, again, it's personal taste but at this point it's not impossible, you've almost done it and books don't have to be expensive to make no matter what some people say. Make it how you want to make it. Research book covers and bookbinders because they will tell you how to make the most amazing book ever.

I'm sorry I don't have a more informative tutorial. I will definitely post my process when I'm making the physical book but that's going to be a while from now. Some people to look into for cool books are Nerdforge and Seallemom. These are the people I watched on YouTube to learn how to make a book. When I was in uni we used Amazon books to make our own. But I hate how those ones came out, physically, not people work since they were great, and the book itself was a collaborative effort so when I make my own I want it to be my own.

With that in mind, so many people on Tumblr know how to bind a book, they love to read and have a keener eye than some professional proofreaders. I literally don't know how a bunch of us haven't got together and made our own publishing company by now.

genuinely wondering how some people on here haven't started their own publishing company. It's not like we don't have the skills. The amount of bookbinders, proofreaders and artists on here could rule the publishing world if they had the right motivation.

[size-two-shrimp]

We're bein' abnormal on this wonderful Wednesday night boys >:]

[antichrists-plus1]

[They're in love.]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

...Turns out gay sex actually was the solution.

(This is basically a redraw, come read the real deal over at Tiger Tiger)

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[marclef]

today's lesson: things that Fakey probably shouldn't ask to fellow Fake Peppinos

(featuring DMW Peppi-no from @pizzabox-box)

(my poor dear Fakey might be a little too curious 👁👁💧)

[stars-and-branches]

"he would not fucking do that" but its me reworking the fic im writing because I originally had Tim doing something early in the morning despite knowing full well that he would be honk-shooing it face-first into his keyboard for like ten hours instead

[amanitacurses]

Names

1 2 3

[cobra-wives]

flashback to 1981

[somerandomcockroach]

@keferon OKAY BUT LISTEN YEAH I would loved if it was just fun ehehehe and sassy flirting with the demon no one sees pfffht, literally summoned a demon just to flirt with, and I guess it could have been going for a long time, just little strips with their funny adventures and then plot can go to the fact that he wants to give him a body and Shockwave would agree or that they just stay the way they are and just hang out like this together (Alo I remember that you wanted to put Ratchet (I keep writing Ratched instead of Ratchet buuuh) and Drift in it as another demon and their summoner thing whghweghgwe but I like how you made two separate stories for them that happen at the same time, okay I am actually PRETTY MUCH invested in this story, I like a lot how it goes and gets tangled and how mixes up with idw ideas and other stuff a lot)

BUT NOW that you changed it that way, you made a few more things that reader might be interested a lot in, like that promise he made and you mentioning that he will regret it, how their relationship progressively develops, plus the fact that Blurr was a frivolous slob gifted with dark magic AND how the tables turn upside dow and he get consequences for what he did in the most unpredictable way for him and how he surely changes in his behaviour, getting more and more concerned about his promise and maybe truly loving someone for the first time in his life and wanting to change something. And then figuring out that that same demon actually was a person before, someone he knew, someone respectable, kind, shiny, absolut sun of a person, who died (I am still on my knees waiting to know how exactly he died...) miserably to the point that he absolutely can't stand his life as a demon and NOT EVEN being able to kill himself!!! And Blurr was a pupil in his school, he saw him, he gifted him an ability to make his magic work for him, gave the freedom to live among everyone to all who was poisoned with this dark magic. OH WAITA HGSDHAG the thing that beastformers can't walk among transformers and the fact that dark spellers also could not, and how these events happen at a close times, OKAY so dark spellers got their kind of freedom thanks to Senator Shockwave (OH MY GOD what if Orion can see Shockwave and will recognise him right away COUGH) BUT I am wondering if beastformers will get some kind of an official declaration or some kind of school to be educated in and I wonder if Deadlock/Drift (I think after leaving he will change his name from the last episode...) will volunteer to be a teacher t be something more, or he will just end up with Ratchet wandering around the world, or maybe there will be a whole damn revolution where all monoformers and beastformers leaded by Drift go against the system, and maybe these events happen at the same time as a Senator Shockwave fighting for the rights of gifted... Okay I'm getting carried a little bit ahsghag excuse me... OH I GOT carried away A LOT I wanted to get back to the point that Blurr, now figuring out the past of Shocwave, dealing with all the events, dealing with what he has done and find a way to free them, at the same time STILL having adventures and fun since I'm sure he can be a good mood lifter to moody Shockwave and even see him in a really good mood since he is... well, not just a demon made of hatred but the wonderful kind of person in his previous life... (okay being carried away but what if Orion might declare the freedom to beastformers (AJHGAJHSDJAH OH MY GOD I IMAGINED JAZZ AS A PANDA HAVING A ROMAN WITH PROWL AND PROWL NOT KNOWING ABOUT IT OKAY SORRY) after seeing what it lead to after Senator Shockwave. And maybe Ratchet will be able to get his sign back freely after revolution will be successful or he will be forever blind just to be free and safe with his husband OKAY LISTEN I think it is obvious that I really like the thing you do....

[dapperrokyuu]

Needing a Sua perspective from the ALNST auditions to Round 1. I never put much thought into what happens to the cast post-Anakt Garden graduation (do they immediately go to the auditions? Is there a period of time where they dont see each other until they recognize each other at the audition? Theres a considerable amount of time between the auditions and their Alien Stage season, did they see each other often between then or...? etc.), but regardless, imagine being her and having to choose between sabotaging your own audition so you dont have to go the the Sing, Win, or Die Show or putting your in your all in hopes of winning and spending just a bit more time with this girl you love because you know itll likely be the last time you see her. Imagine...

[telesodalite]

Sort of a ramble, sort of me just writing my thoughts out while I'm stuck with writer's block, but I keep thinking about how Fulcrum was in stasis for roughly 3 million years??

Like, that's a long time, even for Cybertronians. Not a really long time, not an entire lifespan. But still, it's a large chunk of a normal lifespan just gone. Poof.

One second you're crawling across the pockmarked terrain of an alien planet, surrounded by the sound of gunfire, and the shouting and screaming before and after each earth shuddering impact of another k-con hitting the ground. And then it's quiet. You're not there anymore. You're drifting somewhere between not alive and just asleep. Preserved somewhere in the background of a doomed body, ignored by time and space, still here, but also not.

And then there's sound. Not gunfire. Not shouting or screaming. Not the sounds that'll haunt you till your dying days, your own death sentence pounding in your head. No. Just voices, talking, standing out against a silent, dead world. Wondering. Joking. Bickering. Familiar. Just, not familiar to you. And you're awake. Pulled back from the nothingness you've been frozen in, consciousness tugged forwards with the yank of a fuel pump and the nearness of life.

These two moments are roughly 3 million years apart, but only minutes, maybe even seconds, to him. From a hectic harrowing battlefield, to an old silent graveyard in one blink.

How long did it take to really sink in? I mean, he seems to just roll with it. He doesn't seem particularly bothered. But like, what happened outside of what we see? How did he really feel?

Also, his body aged without him. While his mind preserved itself, freezing him as he was right then, his body was left to weather Clemency for all those years. No wonder it crumbled to dust when he jumped off the world sweeper. It's probably a miracle of some kind that it didn't just fall apart each time someone leaned on him.

And even after they rebuild him, give him a better, newer body. His spark, it's casing, all the irreplaceable core bits that make up their inner bodies, it aged in the time without him. Does he feel it? Does it make his body even more foreign to him?

Then he's also a technician with information that's 3 million years out of date. Lucky him that the scavengers probably weren't working with top of the line material. But still it's gotta be weird when faced with anything brand new, because a lot can change and progress in 3 million years, and now some of the knowledge he once prided himself in is obsolete.

Besides those things, his view of the galaxy, of the war, of their kind, of other kinds, is one of the few things actually pointed out when it comes to him being stuck in the past. So, how often were his old views challenged? Facts of life he held close proved to no longer true? There's 3 million years worth of new science, new beliefs, new words, new terms, new views.

And sure, some of it can be familiar, because they're an ever evolving kind, and they have patterns, core beliefs, repeating behaviors, but a lot of it's gonna be unfamiliar at the same time, because it's 3 million years worth of catch up, it's not like missing last week's trend.

In a way, it makes him a living relic of a bygone era for Decepticons. It would've been really interesting to have had that explored a little more.

[moe-broey]

Textpost redraw that only works in a modern setting, so. I gave them silly outfits (and a little bit of lore!)

Some zoom ins on the illusts!

And Lore

Moe is like. A SHUT-IN shut-in. So in any modern setting that isn't "Hey wanna visit my hometown for a sec (events so far have followed canon at least loosely)", it would have to meet Alfonse under Extremely Specific Circumstances.

And finally! Textpost under cut!

[dairyfreenugget]

Hey hey hey hey hey hypothetically speaking.....

At the beginning option - would start after Flower/PV met Petunia and Lummis or shortly after the accolade

In the middle option - would start ~1.5 after the accolade, shortly after the infection was taken care of, Ghost and Radiance would be present in the story, Flower would still have tense relationship with a lot of people but starts to slowly open up

Towards the end of the main plot - shortly before or after Flower decides to resume contact with their parents, would focus on more slice of life experience with Flower and their parents trying to build some sort of relationship, lots of tension, possibly would involve something with The Shade Lord and/or Norel (I think it'd work the best for the ask blog format + would love to write more about that period of their relationship)

Or you could propose something else (More of the future stuff? Maybe some other point in time? A different branch? Maybe a different AU? Obviously more aimed towards people who know more in-depth timeline/lore of the AU)