#threads (VERONA)

[strywoven]

♡’d for a starter ( ft. hyeon + verona ) . // @goddessrisen

❝ Humor me , ❞ Fellow empyrean says , telepathic voice lilted with both curiosity and characteristic good-humor.  Verona takes roost in the seat opposite Hyeon , chin settling ‘pon the backs of furled-together claws ; like a beast taking rest atop a precarious s t e e p l e .  Sanguine lips preen , splitting at the seams to show off serrated ivory tiers.  ❝ You and I are so much alike , ❞ Is that supposed to be A COMPLIMENT ⸺ ?  ❝ I feel as if I have a l w a y s known you , but yet … ❞  Crowned head shakes , a momentary look of displeasure crossing her gleaming countenance , ❝ There is still so much I know so little of. ❞  Verona tips forward in her seat , silvery hues ALIGHTING , fixing onto the other with such earnest fascination and ardor , ❝ Please , won’t you let me know more of you ?  O h , just a bit ? ❞  How cute of her to pretend to b e g for such information , f l i r t i n g for knowledge , like a mongrel looking for scraps of the most coveted meal she could possibly think to seek.

[etxrnaleclipse]

Closed shippy starter for @ohmylcve || Soraia and Verona

"Alright. So hear me out... I know we've both been so busy with work lately. So how about a night in the city. We book a hotel room, we go somewhere stupidly fancy for dinner."

[olimpiacroy]

“ hey, so, i was wondering... how come ale didn’t come ? i was expecting him. ” and she didn’t dare to ask him. she couldn’t risk sounding needy when he was so aloof and cool. ( @vcrcnc​ )

[mournfulminds]

╱ starter for ❪ @ofmusingsxandmayhem ❫ . 

          The lengthy and winding path that led up to the Romano estate was lined with trees, parched foliage now that it was fall taking the last of the sunset that sunk into sky, and was replaced it with a dusky shade of eventide as her car pulled into the driveway, parking near the gate. The lights from inside welcomed her as she strolled to the door, clad in a silk olive green dress, she took an abrupt moment to compose herself before entering, a domestic greeting her at the door to take her door before she made her way into the sea of people that had gathered for the celebration. She gifted the host a bottle of limoncino imported from the Amalfi region, since she was taught to never attend an event empty-handed, and then commenced her proverbial divergence, conversing with a few colleagues as she eyed the tray of sweets a waiter was toting around. Excusing herself from her current engagement, she took two from the waiter, thanked him and slipped through the large doors and down the corridor. 

It was there that she saw a familiar figure, her head slanting slightly as she traced the outline of Gen’s as she tranquilly approached her, cake in one hand, “tiramisu? In case you were in the mood for something sweet. You know, I think I heard it can mean “pick me up” in Italian.” 

[lostfoun1]

setting: the grocery store during her shift @stigmvtas

it's the middle of the day on a weekday which means he's lucky enough to avoid the rush of the regular 9 to 5'ers fighting to fill their trolleys. he likes this newfound freedom, of having the day to himself without sitting at a desk, but that also means he's had too much time to think about last night. a mistake is the last thing he'd call it, and he couldn't sit still whilst knowing he just wanted to see her again. maybe, this time, she'll be happy to see him. "excuse me," he says quietly, coming up behind her as a boyish smile slowly grows along his lips. "could you show me where the eggplants are please?"

[ofginjxints]

a down bad starter @ohmylcve

"No, no reason." Tristan lied, he hoped semi-confidently, his fingers threaded together on his lap. He had chosen the coffee shop as somewhere neutral to meet up. It was strange, he supposed. What was this a break-up? He supposed, in some kind of twisted way. He was sleeping with a married woman, and it was fun...until it wasn't. Because he had fallen in love with the married woman. "Just felt it more sensible to just put an underline after everything. Need to concentrate on work and such."

[mythicalminded]

@strywoven asked: you look exhausted in a way sleep does not fix. [verona for erika!]

"Perhaps, yes..." her voice is a rumble of an earthquake, as if the very ground would swallow you whole if you upset her. but she manages an awkward smile, and nods. "Dealing with false gods... and protecting the innocent... it's not my job, but no one else will do it, so someone must."

[boltscutter]

reply.               𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚜.

she carefully manages to disguise the vicious snarl her teeth wish to bare at him when he presents her with the same kind of frustrated indifference she was running from , instead looking at him from underneath her eyelashes as he took a step back . he was different now , a far cry from the boy whose sheets she could so easily get tangled up in for days . it looked like there was weight on his shoulders that actually meant something , his eyes weren't forever glassy and distant . ❛ running . ❜ she responds , the idea of a smirk toying at her lips again as she sees dante's influence all over him . a pit of hunger , however , begins to grow in her stomach when she's reminded of all that she's lost , so she chooses to retaliate the only way she knows how . she finishes the last of the laced drink she held in her hand , knowing that soon she would be more than high enough to forget everything romeo made her remember . ❛ what are you doing here ? ❜

[strywoven]

cont'd. // @drippingheart

ONE DAY , he says ⸺ The words ( which might be mistaken for a promise ) inspire in the devourer a s m i l e , an affirming hum.  It is only a meager solace , but one she graciously accepts ( her soul , too , is quelled by the prospect ; imagine , a world where even the condemned might know salvation ) .  ❝ Such a day cannot come soon enough , ❞ The reply is not bitter so much as wistful , her humor m e l a n c h o l i c .  ❝ Glad I am to provide a hand to serve the purpose , at least. ❞  And she means that.

His question feels warranted , the slightest of pries into the woman newly welcomed into the cause.  It is not lost on her that t h i s appears to be a commonality they share ( & one she does not often find footing with amongst others very often , either ) ; she has seen it , he understands what it is like to LOVE & CHERISH a child.  Thus his prompting about own daughter is , despite her secrecies , a w e l c o m e one ; it provides a push in the RIGHT & PROPER DIRECTION , setting the foundation for what might well be a stronger connection going forward ( with any luck ) .

Her hand dips into the fold of her waistcoat , within an inner-pocket , to procure her wallet , and then a set of pictures carded together.  Holding them , h e s i t a t i n g , Verona at last makes the offer , handing them to Suguru so he can see for himself ( there are several , unsurprisingly ; memories tucked together of three people – verona , her wife & her daughter – frozen in moments of laughter & bliss ) .  After watching him sift through the images she steps closer , leaning in to tap her clawed digit to one of them – a photo of a spritely little thing , all frazzled hair and beaming grin with missing tooth , currently holding up a poorly made ceramic monster ever so proudly – and speaks , voice hush and bittersweet , ❝ We named her Ravona.  And she was so … ❞ The thought trails , her eyes drifting over the photos , distant and detached , fading off into a place bygone before eventually continuing , ❝ … P e r f e c t .  Sweet and spirited , and a natural talent.  You know , she would always i n s i s t I use my illusions for her to play pretend.  She was so fascinated by how it worked , always asking questions , always eager to learn and understand and …— ❞

Her voice audibly BREAKS .  Verona gathers herself , shaking her head and taking a breath before pointing to another image in the fold , this of a refined and demure woman perched by the window with a mysterious little smile as she tilts her head back to regard the camera.  ❝ — And this gorgeous woman was my wife , Lenore.  You would have hated her , she was human.  She had cursed energy but no grasp on how to control nor utilize it , neither would her family allow the education for it.  I remember them DESPISING ME ; which only made our runaway marriage that much more thrilling in the end.  It was her idea that we settle and have a child at all. ❞

It falls quiet for several long measures.

❝ … They … They were KILLED .  Taken from me due to my own sins.  I live with that grief and remorse , the image of their bodies , every day I survive them. ❞

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @ohmylcve || Diogo and Verona (x)

"I'd say that might do it." Diogo chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and pressing a kiss to her cheek before stepping back to sit down once more. It was always good to catch up with Verona, whether it was for five minutes or longer. "Ah yes. Well, you always deserved better so.... did you do it?" he asked, tilting his head. "Murilo sends his love, by the way. Said you should be coming by for dinner sometime."

[kulapti]

Bookbinding of Wires got the best of him by TheBigCat @perfectlynormalbooks, June 2024.

Tiny book one for this year's Renegade Tiny Books Bang! Typesetting by the author, who collaborated with me to choose the colors and cover design for the book, which I bound. Lovely to work with you :D

Materials: Text laser printed on Hammermill "cream" archival printer paper. Covers and tapes made of two different colors of blue Verona bookcloth, with cover design painted on with gold metallic nail polish. The binding uses cotton thread coated in beeswax and archival PVA glue. Endpapers are marbled Italian paper by London-based artist Stephan Parenti (Peacock Paper studio).

I have successfully used non-structural endpapers on this, I forget what it's formally called, but anyway the pages are held to the cover by the tapes and stitching. Compare this to modern mass-produced hardbacks, which are usually held in by the endpapers: that's why many books can be accidentally torn completely out of their covers, especially if the book is thick.

[piscesmoonpress]

Draco Malfoy, It’s Your Lucky Day by Faith Wood

Even though he's unarmed, injured, lost in the Forbidden Forest, and facing a possible murder charge, Draco Malfoy gets lucky.

Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy Fandom: Harry Potter

One of the first fics I ever read on ao3 (yes, I went through my history to check), and still one of my favorites. I’m not sure why this fic in particular stood out to me, but it’s so well done—definitely a unique concept for an Eighth Year fic.

Quarter-Letter | 37,382 words | 228 pages

Drop Cap: Ardenwood Body: EB Garamond

Typset and bound by me in InDesign. Cover designed in Illustrator.

The most time-consuming part of this bind was definitely the cover design—I spent way too long messing around on illustrator to create the design on the cover (which I wish I had added into the original typset before I printed, but own well). Then, when I went to cut it out with HTV, a lot of the smaller details ended up getting lost anyway.

It was my first time doing sprinkled edges on a book, which I chose to do for the deckled edge, and I have mixed feelings on how it turned out.

Cover Bookcloth: Verona in Espresso Spine Bookcloth: Hamartan Goat Leather in Black HTV: Siser Brand in Gold Metal Endbands: Mettler Silk Finish Thread

Draco Malfoy, It's Your Lucky Day is free to read on ao3 here.

My mess of an illustrator cover file.

Another small detail, but I’ve finally made a mock-copyright page design that I like. It’s going in all my InDesign typesets.

[dearsnow]

TWO MONTHS

- work is taking a heavy toll on your boyfriend. (patrick verona x gn!reader, angst and slight fluff, established relationship)

word count: 657

a/n - another patrick fic :) i love him so much it’s not even funny. he’s my current hyperfixation- that being said, to all my patrick lovers out there, i’m planning a 3 part series for him <3 it’s called the summer before senior year and hopefully i get around to finishing it lol

Patrick closes the door to your apartment with a heavy sigh. The day rests heavily on his hunched shoulders, leaking through his pores as grease and dejection. You stir from your place on the couch. It’s 12:24 AM, and he is just returning from work. His hair is messy, tied up in a frizzy ponytail, and his eyes hold no sparkle. He doesn’t look like himself anymore. Your brows furrow, the weight of his condition nearly bringing tears to your eyes.

“Pat, it’s past midnight.” You murmur, reaching up to cradle his face in your hands. There is a smudge of dirt on his face, which you wipe away with delicate fingers. He melts under your touch. “This isn’t healthy.” He takes both of your hands in his, kissing each one gently.

“I have to.” He grimaces. “Rent’s gone up, baby. You know that.” You lead him to your bed. The sheets are messy, as they always are. In his exhaustion, he does not care; not like he ever did, anyways. “The boys at the car shop offered me this, and I took it.” It hurts you so badly to see him like this. He seems flat, dull, lifeless. Nothing like the Patrick you met, and nothing like you ever wish him to be again. You need him to be happy. He deserves it, if nothing else. He deserves everything good- he deserves the sunshine and tender love and a quiet kiss of calm, but you can only offer him so much.

He lays back, and you pull the sheets over his chest. “I can take a second job.” You say, tracing circles on his chest. He’s too tired to take off his clothes, and you won’t force him to. He’ll be out of the house by 5:00, and he needs all the sleep he can get. He shakes his head at your suggestion, looking at you with soft eyes.

“You have college and the diner already. You’re stretched as thin as you can be.” He whispers, threading his hand through yours again.

“I still have free hours. Not much, but enough to get you some proper rest.” You manage to say. The bags under his eyes speak for themselves. He’ll end up dead if he keeps working like this. You can’t do this without him, any of it. If he dies, if he ends up in some hospital being fed by the few coins you have left dripping through his veins, you wouldn’t be able to handle it. You would gladly work every hour of every day just to see him healthy again. That isn’t realistic, though, and you know it. He’ll never let you take on that burden. You love him for it, but sometimes, his stubborn nature takes hold of him.

“No. This works, what we’re doing. We’ll be fine.” His voice is scratchy and low, but with just enough force to let you know he means it. When he looks at your face, eyes shining with unshed tears, his heart shatters. He kisses your hands again. “I promise, baby, we’ll be out of this soon enough. In two months we’ll have the money to take a break for a little bit. I’ll work lighter hours and we might even have enough saved to take you out on a proper date.” He smiles. You laugh quietly, though the sound is choked. Hot tears force themselves out of your eyes.

“Two months.” You repeat. He nods. “Two long ass fucking months.”

He starts to laugh, slowly at first, until you join. You wrap your arms around him as you giggle into his chest, and his whole body is shaking with the force of his snickering. 

“Two goddamn bitches of months.” He offers, still grinning like a madman. He laughs, and you laugh in his arms, and for the first time in a long time, you think that things might end up working out.

Taglist (misc): @skeletonfromthecloset

[mournfulminds]

╱ starter for ❪ @kimsgoeunwrites​ ❫ .

There were still fragments in the back of her mind that when organised into a coherent ideation was their past relationship; the curve of the woman's bare neck as she slept, hair strewn out over her pillow and leaving a fresh scent. How their bookish rivalry bled into friends and then lovers, and soon Elizabeth was always the very first person Verona wanted to tell any news to, good or bad. It was a futile quarry, to recall such things since it had long been since they had loved and lost, but as the other arrived back into her life on a full-time basis, now thrust again into the role of rivals as they were up against each other in court, she could no longer uphold the walls that she used to keep them out. Every time she gazed into those dark brown orbs they came rushing back to her, hitting her like a freight train and leaving her breathless. The lawyer had to exceed all that, she could not let the past throw her off the track she had been on since her youthful years; something she almost let happen when they were together, but she would train her mind to toss any notion that it could ever occur again.

She excused herself from the table she was currently stationed at, with some colleagues, her boss, his wife and her partner, the man seated to her left, as he noted that his date kept peeking off to her right, in Elizabeth's direction. "Are you alright?" He whispered in her ear, mixed with the sound of clapping as the director of the board of law concluded his speech, "yeah, just need some air," she replied as she slipped outside, ducking below the awning of the hotel the event was at. A cigarette dangled from her lips, already covered in her lipstick as she fidgeted with her lighter, unable to get it in the wind when she realised it was dead. Glancing around, Verona suddenly sighted a familiar face, and against her better judgement, called out, "hey stranger, do you happen to have a light?"

[writers-potion]

Do you have any tips on how to name a story/book? Bc I’m really struggling to come up with something good

Book Title Ideas!!

Fantasy Book Titles

"The Chronicles of Eldoria"

"Realm of the Shadow King"

"Echoes of the Lost Kingdom"

"The Crystal Throne"

"Legends of the Eternal Dragon"

"The Hitman's Apprentice"

"Sorcery of the Silver Moon"

"Beyond the Enchanted Forest"

"Tales of the Arcane Isles"

"The Last Guardian of Light"

"Crown of the Winter Realm"

"The Fireborn Chronicles"

"Winds of the Wandering Mage"

"Secrets of the Starlit Citadel"

"The Frost Queen's Curse"

"Whispers from the Ancient Tome"

"Sword of the Celestial Knight"

"The Phoenix's Prophecy"

"Echoes of Eternity"

"The Shadow's Embrace"

Romance Book Titles

"Swiping Right"

"Romantic Vibes Only"

"Coffee Shop Confessions"

"The Social Media Sweetheart"

"Chasing Sunsets"

"Love Notes and Lattes"

"Lost in Translation"

"The Dating App Dilemma"

"Love in the Fast Lane"

"City Lights and Romance"

"Instant Chemistry"

"The Modern Love Story"

"Love in the Clouds"

"Swipe Left for Heartache"

"Heartstrings and Harmony"

Mystery Novel Titles

"The Enigma of Midnight Manor"

"Murder on the Moors"

"Whispers in the Shadows"

"The Secret of Willow Creek"

"Death at Darkwater Bay"

"The Puzzle of the Poisoned Pen"

"Ghosts of Greyhill Mansion"

"Vanishing at Verona Villa"

"The Mystery of Moonstone Manor"

"Murder in the Misty Woods"

"The Case of the Crimson Cipher"

"The Secret of Sapphire Springs"

"The Silent Suspect"

"Echoes of the Old Mill"

"A Lethal Legacy"

"The Mystery of Midnight Hollow"

"Murder Among the Magnolias"

"The Cryptic Conundrum"

"The Haunting of Hawthorn House"

"Deadly Deception in Dahlia Valley"

YA Novel Titles

"The Echoes Between Us"

"Invisible Constellations"

"Catching Shadows"

"Threads of Serendipity"

"Bloom and Blossom"

"Growing Pains and Paper Planes"

"Dandelions in the Wind"

"Whispers in the Quiet Hours"

"Crossroads of Everlasting Echoes"

"Forgotten Names"

"The Color of Tomorrow"

"Redefining Normal"

"Footprints in the Sand"

"The Art of Glowing Up"

Paranormal Book Titles

"Mystic Bonds"

"Wolfblood Chronicles"

"Twilight's Enchantment"

"Soulbound Serenade"

"Nightfall Destiny"

"Nightshade Kisses"

"The Crimson Courtship"

"Bloodbound: A Tale of Moonlit Passion"

"Witchcraft and Whispers"

"Enchantress' Embrace"

"Heartbeat Hex"

"Welcome to the Coven of Desire"

"A Moonlit Affair"

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[solarpunkbusiness]

Italian company converts discarded fishing nets into chairs, car mats and Prada bags

Since 2009, Giulio Bonazzi, the son of a small textile producer in northern Italy, has been working on a solution: an efficient recycling process for nylon. As CEO and chairman of a company called Aquafil, Bonazzi is turning the fibers from fishing nets – and old carpets – into new threads for car mats, Adidas bikinis, environmentally friendly carpets and Prada bags.

For Bonazzi, shifting to recycled nylon was a question of survival for the family business. His parents founded a textile company in 1959 in a garage in Verona, Italy. Fifteen years later, they started Aquafil to produce nylon for making raincoats, an enterprise that led to factories on three continents. But before the turn of the century, cheap products from Asia flooded the market and destroyed Europe’s textile production. When Bonazzi had finished his business studies and prepared to take over the family company, he wondered how he could produce nylon, which is usually produced from petrochemicals, in a way that was both successful and ecologically sustainable.

The question led him on an intellectual journey as he read influential books by activists such as world-renowned marine biologist Sylvia Earle and got to know Michael Braungart, who helped develop the Cradle-to-Cradle ethos of a circular economy. But the challenges of applying these ideologies to his family business were steep. Although fishing nets have become a mainstay of environmental fashion ads—and giants like Dupont and BASF have made breakthroughs in recycling nylon—no one had been able to scale up these efforts.

For ten years, Bonazzi tinkered with ideas for a proprietary recycling process. “It’s incredibly difficult because these products are not made to be recycled,” Bonazzi says. One complication is the variety of materials used in older carpets. “They are made to be beautiful, to last, to be useful. We vastly underestimated the difficulty when we started.”

Soon it became clear to Bonazzi that he needed to change the entire production process. He found a way to disintegrate old fibers with heat and pull new strings from the discarded fishing nets and carpets. In 2022, his company Aquafil produced more than 45,000 tons of Econyl, which is 100% recycled nylon, from discarded waste.

More than half of Aquafil’s recyclate is from used goods. According to the company, the recycling saves 90 percent of the CO2 emissions compared to the production of conventional nylon. That amounts to saving 57,100 tons of CO2 equivalents for every 10,000 tons of Econyl produced.

Bonazzi collects fishing nets from all over the world, including Norway and Chile—which have the world’s largest salmon productions—in addition to the Mediterranean, Turkey, India, Japan, Thailand, the Philippines, Pakistan, and New Zealand. He counts the government leadership of Seychelles as his most recent client; the island has prohibited ships from throwing away their fishing nets, creating the demand for a reliable recycler. With nearly 3,000 employees, Aquafil operates almost 40 collection and production sites in a dozen countries, including four collection sites for old carpets in the U.S., located in California and Arizona.