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astralis-ortus · 9 months ago

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weighted blankets and projector

✱ a bang chan headcanon

— as long as you're happy, then chan is happy too.

w.count → 0.6k genre → fluff. very soft fluff. warning → none! a.n → originally wanted this to be a single post with streetlights and warm nights, but the fluff would be out of control (and i got too delirious to actually continue writing lol) sooo here's the second part! ⋆ see masterlist

although chan loves adventures, he also doesn’t mind spending your date nights inside.

foods and games would be the most important factor chan takes into consideration. your pool of dinner choices might be a little more limited when you’re bound to a certain location, but that’s what his little games are for.

you’re feeling like having some fried chicken? of course he’ll get them for you, but make sure you win the rounds of truth or dare or you might not be able to get even a single bite of those golden goodness (who are you kidding—he’ll definitely cave once you put on your puppy eyes, just like how seungmin taught you). hot pot night? no worries, his uno cards will help you two determine whether your dinner of the night follows his mild tastebuds or your daring ones. chan will get your every dinner requests, and put a fun twist on them just to see your smile.

when all the food is gone, chan would then pull out the weighted blanket he bought and kept especially for your date nights, all under the pretense of ‘i heard it’s good for you’ (when in actuality, he just needed wanted a tiny extra help in keeping you glued to his side).

what you’ll be doing from then on is a free arena—there are days where you’d just talk for hours on end, laughing at whatever silly things each other would say. on other days, you’d spin a wheel and let fate choose which of your all time favorite movies will you be rewatching that night (which, oddly enough, mostly fell to either the deadpool series or a few ghibli movies). there are also days where both of you decided to just melt next to each other while doing your own thing—chan with his laptop, while you, on the other hand, finishes the book you’ve been dying to read all throughout the week.

just as you’re about to feel drowsy after all fully digesting your dinner, chan would then draw a warm bath for you to relax in, bath bombs and all. he’d always tell you to take your time when you’re having your bath; he needed the extra time to pick out your set of matching pajamas set (yes, he wears one too), as well as setting up the candles and the new galaxy light projector he just bought a couple days ago. you once told him it looked pretty, and being the good boyfriend and devoted astrophile he is, of course he remembered it.

if your bath was chan’s way of taking care of you, then you doing his skin and hair care routine is your way of taking care of chan. you always treasure every opportunities you have to be so up close with him, taking note of his features while he’s surrendered under your gentle touch. you’d note every single speck of his freckles, every stray curls on his forehead, every faint smile lines he had etched over the years on the surface of his skin, which only grew in definition after he met you.

and you fall in love again.

maybe a little bit harder,

maybe a lot deeper.

now all warm and cuddled up under the layer of comfy duvet, you finally snuggled close to chan, allowing his body heat to entirely encapsulate you. the echo of his heartbeat is loud and clear, turning you all blush and giggly while sleep gently knocks on your eyelids. chan would say a couple things—noting how nice your new shampoo smelled, or how soft the layer of pajama is over your skin, but when he noticed your absence of reply, his smile would soften as he watches your sleeping face. chan would place a kiss on your forehead and held you tighter, wishing that even in his dream, the only person he would see is you.

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zhalfirin-binds · 6 months ago

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THIS IS MY TYPESET!!!! and I own one of those copies too! Thank you for picking this story @glassheadcanon

(also, let me share more pictures XD)

The Battle of the Frogs and Mice (octavo) [Tiny Books Bang 2024]

Title: The Battle of the Frogs and Mice, attributed to Pigres of Halicarnassus

The Batrachomyomachia or The Battle of the Frogs and Mice is an ancient Greek parody of the Homeric epics. The armies of the frogs and mice go to war over a misunderstanding, mighty deeds are performed by warriors on both sides, the gods become involved and great slaughter ensues before the resolution. There have been several translations from Chapman onwards; our version is in Draytonian stanzas by Jane Barlow in 1894, with splendid decorations by Francis D. Bedford.

For the Renegade Publishing Tiny Books Bang 2024 event Typesetter: @zhalfirin

Case construction:

Covers: 50 pt (1.3 mm) board

Spine stiffener: Japanese kozo (mulberry) paper

Quarter bound covering: Pristine bookcloth + my own handmade marbled mulberry paper

Title: handpainted Inner Book:

Text block: Cougar Natural Digital Smooth, 89 gsm

Endbands: Pristine bookcloth + hemp cord

Endpapers: my own handmade marbled mulberry paper

Edge gilding: handpainted Dimensions: 7 cm w, 12 cm h, 1 cm d

Earlier progress pics under the cut:

#bookbinding #the battle of the frogs and mice #batrachomyomachia #tiny books bang 2024 #ancient greek text #my typeset #not my binding

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ultrameganicolaokay · 1 year ago

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Harley Quinn #38 by Tini Howard, Natacha Bustos and Brandt & Stein. Cover by Sweeney Boo. Variant covers by (2) Terry Dodson & Rachel Dodson, (3) Elizabeth Torque and (4) Giulio Rincione. Out in March 2024.

"Rub the sleep outta yer eyebulbs, ya lazy berks! It’s the start of a whole new arc of my book, and it’s off to a bang! After dealing with multiversal shenanigans for so long, a girl has got to get back to her roots (by which I mean taking her nontalking hyenas on walkies, bagging up their poops, and then having a superbo birthday party with her girlfriend and best pals). It’s the start of a whole new arc!

Plus-ola: You like cartoons? I’ll give ya some dang goshed toonz! My disbarred personal trainers Brandt & Stein present the Troo Harleywood Story™ of th’ time I got embroiled in a battle of wills and wits with Gotham’s foremost high-flyin’ kite aficionado Kite-Man!"

#harley quinn #harleen quinzel #poison ivy #harlivy #dc comics #tini howard #natacha bustos #brandt & stein #ted brandt #ro stein #sweeney boo #terry dodson #rachel dodson #elizabeth torque #giulio rincione #variant cover #comics

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simply-sithel · 9 months ago

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and when you move, I'm moved by Catja [link]

A wee 60 pages- true mini, bound for the @renegadepublishing Tiny Book Bang. Typeset by Indoor Cat Press.

...this book was so tiny, I lost it in my Drafts! Sharing now, almost a year later, as the 2024 Tiny Books Bang nears it's 2nd typeset reveal

#mooooore Aether paper! 🙌🙏#I remember appreciating that it was a true mini #got some mental whiplash between this and the other fic I bound for the exchange set in the same fandom #I remember enjoying my read of this one before I mailed it off 😳#little book #bookbinding #book arts #TINY BOOKS BANG 2023 #* am trying to speed run this slide deck coding - it'd be fun/interesting if not for the 4 other things I need to be doing instead - oh...#.. oh the woe of Self vs Others - obligation vs personal priorities - eternal balance forever failing and flailing at...

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mysticstronomy · 8 months ago

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WHAT WAS BEFORE THE BIG BANG??

Blog#407

Wednesday, June 5th, 2024.

Welcome back,

The Universe has not existed forever. It was born. Around 13.82 billion years ago, matter, energy, space – and time – erupted into being in a fireball called the Big Bang. It expanded and, from the cooling debris, there congealed galaxies – islands of stars of which our Milky Way is one among about two trillion. This is the Big Bang theory.

A universe popping into existence out of nothing is so bonkers that scientists had to be dragged kicking and screaming to the idea. But the evidence is compelling. The galaxies are flying apart like pieces of cosmic shrapnel. And the heat of the Big Bang is still around us. Greatly cooled by cosmic expansion, this ‘afterglow’ appears not as visible light but principally as microwave radiation – the ‘cosmic background radiation’, which was discovered by radio astronomers in 1965.

When a stick of dynamite explodes, the detonation occurs in one place and shrapnel flies into the void. In the Big Bang, there was no centre and no pre-existing void, so it didn’t happen at any ‘location’. Space itself popped into existence and began expanding everywhere at once.

Astronomy books often liken the Universe to a rising cake, with raisins representing galaxies. As the cake grows, raisins recede from each other, with no centre of expansion – just like the Big Bang. But of course, a cake has an edge, unlike the Universe, which may go on forever. No analogy is perfect!

In the beginning of the Big Bang there was the inflationary vacuum. When it doubled its volume, it doubled its energy; when it tripled its volume, it tripled its energy. If banknotes were like this and you pulled apart a stack, ever more would appear. Physicists call inflation the ‘ultimate free lunch’!

The inflationary vacuum expanded ever faster. But it was a ‘quantum’ thing. And quantum things are fundamentally unpredictable. Randomly, all over the inflationary vacuum, parts of it ‘decayed’ into ordinary, everyday vacuum.

Think of tiny bubbles forming in a vast ocean. In each bubble, the inflationary vacuum disappeared, but its enormous energy had to go somewhere. It went into creating matter and heating it. It went into creating a Big Bang. Our Big Bang Universe is merely one such bubble among a possible infinity of other Big Bang universes in the ever-expanding inflationary vacuum!

To start all this, a chunk of inflationary vacuum of only a kilogram was needed. Incredibly, the laws of quantum theory permit this to pop into existence out of nothing.

The basic idea – that the Universe began hot and dense and has been expanding and cooling ever since – is incontrovertible. But cosmologists have had to make tweaks to the theory, to account for certain observations.

First, in the standard Big Bang model, galaxies grow by gravitationally pulling in matter. But if this were the only thing going on, it would take much longer than 13.82 billion years for them to form. Astronomers fix this by postulating that the visible stars and galaxies are outweighed by a factor of six by invisible ‘dark matter’, the extra gravity of which speeds up galaxy formation.

Second, the basic Big Bang predicts that the gravitational attraction between the galaxies acts like a web of elastic, slowing cosmic expansion. However, in 1998, astronomers discovered that the Universe’s expansion is speeding up.

They fix this by postulating the existence of ‘dark energy’, which is invisible, fills space and has repulsive gravity.

A final tweak to the basic theory is needed to explain why the Universe has the same temperature everywhere. To account for this, astronomers think that the Universe early on was smaller than expected, then underwent a super-fast expansion in its first split-second – an ‘inflation’. This was driven by an ‘inflationary vacuum’, a high-energy version of the vacuum that exists in space today.

Originally published on www.sciencefocus.com

COMING UP!!

(Saturday, June 8th, 2024)

"A COSMIC GLITCH IN GRAVITY??"

#astronomy #outer space #alternate universe #astrophysics #universe #spacecraft #white universe #space #parallel universe #astrophotography

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deepperplexity · 2 months ago

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Prompt 5: Open Doors [A2]

Pairing: Colonel Brandon x Fem!OC

POV: First, OC

Continuation of: Prompt 1. December Moon [A1]

A/N: Time to continue the very first fic of Rickmas 2024 - this will not go as you think 👀 I surprised myself when I wrote this and just allowed it to flow. As I mentioned previously, I am letting things just come as they please this year and I write whatever pops into my head (with the previous parts in mind of course) but yeah, this took a turn 😂

I hope you'll love it and have a good time despite the teeny tiny smidge darker theme of this fic - we'll get to see our dear Colonel again but perhaps not in a manner we had thought, or hoped. Happy reading darling! ❤❤

Tags/TW’s: Pining, Longing For Him, Threat of Forced Marriage To Unwanted Man, Family Fight, Loss, Fear, Crying, Anxiety, Panic Attack, Running Away

Word Count: 2.5k

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Open Doors

It had been four days since the ball, since I met him. Colonel Brandon. Thursday had never been a day I liked or disliked, yet this day seemed exceptionally dreary. The sky loomed above — dark with winter clouds — and no matter what I found to occupy myself with it inevitably led my mind back to the colonel.

The book of poems? His eyes. The soft sound of piano strings? Hi voice. The flickering candles? The golden details of his coat. Even the delicious tomato soap had managed to take the same shade as his coat when it was supposed to be a much brighter red.

“This is delicious,” I whispered to myself. Miss Abel topped off my wine glass at that exact moment. “Cook added beet juice, Miss.” Her words explained the shift in colour. “Tell cook I loved it,” I said and she nodded with a soft smile of her own. “Have you seen Father?” I continued. “No, Miss.” I sighed, sifting the spoon through the soup. “He has yet to speak with me, says he will not utter a word until I declare what man has asked for my hand.” “Well, excuse me for saying so, Miss, but there are many eligible men whom—” “A hand I have accepted, I should add.” The only one I could even… Yet he evaporated in snow and has already left his estate on another worldly escaped according to the ever-flowing gossip.

I rose so fast that my chair screeched against the floor. “I am done with this,” I declared to the maid, the butler, and the kitchen maid who carried a large tray with freshly baked bread into the room. This had been my life since Mother’s death. A lonely, quiet, uneventful existence with my father in mourning — it was not the life I had lived and was not the life I wished to live.

I marched toward Father’s office, my dress raised by my hands and the many candles and lanterns along the walls cast several shadows of me in every direction. I was going to tell him to stop this mad search for a husband, to live with me and take solitude in my future being secure and my heart whole — not ravaged or broken by an unloving and dreary husband.

I raised my hand, ready to knock, when my father’s quiet crying reached me. The sobs, the whining moans of sorrow and worry palpable through the wooden door painted white, and my hand stayed. I could not disturb hi, or enter his office when he was in such a state. Any proud man would be appalled to be seen in such a state. No, I am his daughter and I have seen him cry before. Mother’s passing had been hard on us all.

I knocked softly. “Father?” I asked, grabbing the golden handle of the door as the room beyond went quiet. “I am entering now.” And I pushed it down before forcing the door open in a slow movement. “Calli, my wonder,” Father said, wiping at his eyes in a hurry. “Have you decided on—” I sighed deeply. “Marrying a man will do us no good, Father. I am capable on my own and a husband would only increase the risks of my future heritage to be—” Father roared. A savaged, frustrated, spine-stiffening shout that had my mouth locking up in an instant. Never had I seen him angered to such a degree. “There is no heritage!” he shouted, his hands banging down on his desk — laden with papers. “There is nothing that will protect you when I die!” he continued while looking at me with horrendously wide eyes, deepened by fear and wrath. At me, or life, I could not tell.

My heart stuttered. “W-what? But we are well off and our estate is—” “Being claimed as collateral when the new year comes,” he whispered, sinking into his chair as nothing but a heap of defeat. “There are no more lands, no more money, our lands were wiped clean…” “Wiped… Father, what are you talking about?” Fear made my mouth thicken. “Our lands—” “Claimed.” “Our yearly—” “Gone.” “But our estate—” Father banged his hands on the desk, stood, and leaned over it to glare at me with those fear-filled eyes I had never seen the likes of before. “The last thing we have, and the wagers for all shall dry up come mid-January.”

I gasped, my breath coming in heavy pants. “But…” “Calliope, my Calli, you must marry while the ruse remains intact. Before our poverty turns public knowledge.” Public— I didn’t even know?! “How long have you known?” My voice was meek, quiet, hurt. “You must marry, this month, before the year is out,” he said, avoiding my question. “Mr Hilliard has asked for your hand, and I will accept. I cannot give you any further—” “No!” I shouted, dread slipping down my spine. “I’ll never marry that man!” “You shall and you will!” Father roared, but his voice was held taut by anguish. “You cannot make me—” “If I had a choice, I would not. You know I would see you marry for love, as…” “You will doom me to a loveless life? For your lacking?” I asked. The words were cruel, the sentiment behind them equally so. My father’s eyes reflected the hurt they caused. “You will marry me off to die a slow, painful, cold death under a man the opposite of any I would ever have wished to—” “ENOUGH! Get out! Out!” he snarled as tears streamed down my cold cheeks and the world had turned upside down beneath my feet.

I bolted out of the room, taking off in a panicked rush down the long hallway, and swallowed my cries in an effort to suck air into my constricted lungs. We were poor, soon broke and cast out, and the life I had lived — had envisioned to have — was a shattered glass bowl beneath my pounding feet taking me to the unknown in a flurry of hurt.

Father had lied. My life turned into a fraud. I would have to fraud myself to a wealthy husband to be safe and protected. The deep sound of his voice reverberated in my mind. The depth of his shielded, soft eyes was an endless pool my heart wished to drown within. In the madness, the hurt, the chaos unravelling every spool of carefully laid thread weaving my life together he turned into my loss. My loss of everything. The harsh words I’d spewed, the way my heart had fluttered and my stomach tightened in his company, it had been the one chance my heart had had — and that chance was now irrevocably lost to the cold light of the December moon in our frozen gardens.

I will not see them bloom in spring… The thought was shattering. I did not care for wealth, fancy gardens, or giant estates with a servant for every need — I did care for safety, protection, and a life where the comfort of the arts was never lost. Those comforts, that safety, were only afforded to the affluent.

I ran down the sweeping stairs dressed in a golden carpet, the giant walls of the state seemed to grow around me — towering as I spun around at the base of the stairs. The ceiling seemed to head toward the sky, the walls and floor morphing to abandon me. The eyes of the statues, the paintings, they seemed to watch me with malevolent abandon.

I gulped and spun, my red dress flaring out like a parasol unable to catch me should I plummet out of good grace, and my pulse roared like a thousand waterfalls in my ears. I panted, losing my breath as the walls and ceiling stopped for the mere blink of an eye. I gasped, looking up in fright as my panic soared. They plummet toward me, attacking from all sides while stealing any chance of breath. I shrieked and ran toward the giant mahogany doors — throwing all my weight against the heavy wood.

“Let me out!” I screamed, pushing down the handle and slamming myself against the door. “P-please,” I wheezed. “Let me out!” I jerked on the handle and the door glided up as I felt the ceiling’s wish to crush me.

Throwing myself outside, I stumbled and tumbled down the stone stairs. My body thudded along as I rolled in a heap of trembling limbs. The snow dampened my landing and I scrambled up, scratching at the snow-covered ground to get myself up. I stumbled forward while rising, panting and heaving when looking back at the looming estate — it seemed to lean toward me, the gaping hole of the door a giant mouth wishing to swallow me up. I ran toward the stables, my mind not working but my panicked heart seemed to direct my body by pure remembrance.

The doors were open and I hurried inside, finding my horse in her box with her halter on. I unhooked and threw away the lead keeping her in place. My shaking fingers grabbed her mane and I heaved myself atop her bare back. She whinnied and stomped her hooves, my errant state leaking into her.

I whimpered a cry as fear hurled through me. I would lose her as well. Steering her around I urged her out of the box, the stable boy came running with a broom in his hand. “Miss Hay—” “MOVE!” I shouted in a panic as Marrygold set off out of the box, down the wide hall with boxes on each side, jacked up on my fear. The stable boy threw himself into a pile of hay with a curse as I surged forward and out through the open doors.

I held on to her mane, squeezing with my legs to remain seated as she galloped toward the giant gates, snow spraying around her hooves and my dress covering her behind like a drape of blood. I cried and leaned forward, my only thoughts being those of a painful future and broken promises of love.

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My breaths stuttered, the biting wind attacked from all sides as Marrygold walked along through the forest buried in snow, and I slumped atop her, hanging like a lifeless doll with nothing but my beating heart and shivers to tell me otherwise.

Marrygold neighed loudly as my hands lost their grip on her main, hanging on each side of her wide shoulders. The warmth of her, and the thickness of my dress, kept me from completely freezing to death but my energy dwindled. Ice sat in my lashes and hair, the soft swirls and pinned curls since long loosened by my mad dash and pulling branches we’d galloped through.

“W-what do.. I do… Marrygold..?” I panted, resting the side of my face against her neck and mane. A whimpered breath slipped past my numb lips as I closed my eyes and let her carry me wherever she wished. Her steady steps and the crunch of snow took over the panicked racing of my blood and an eerie stillness descended over me. I allowed her steady breaths to calm me, to ease the pain and comfort the broken within me that nothing could ever heal.

Marrygold neighed and huffed, stopping for a moment. I took a slow peak — struggling to wake when the cold numbed me — of where we were, seeing only a sweeping grassland covered in snow that sparkled under the early night’s moon. Hours had passed since my raged escape from my home. I closed my eyes again as my horse began to walk once more.

We moved down a slope, the tilt of her body enough to tell me, and she neighed once more. I thought I heard something, but only the sound of crunching snow filled my ears along with her deep breaths. She neighed again. “It will all be good,” I whispered tiredly. “Somehow, I’ll keep you…”

The sound of hooves in a gallop reached my ears. Faint, in the distance, and off-beat with Marrygold’s walking. It became louder and I struggled to open my eyes, lifting my head sluggishly. There, in the distance with a large estate and tree line as a backdrop was a silhouette, someone atop a horse racing toward us. Father? But no, the estate’s shape behind was unknown to me and the silhouette of a man and horse was different.

I grabbed at the mane, endeavouring to sit myself up straight, but I was weak and cold to the bone. My hands lost their grip and I fell back down toward her neck, losing my balance and sliding toward one side slowly — my legs unable to excerpt any strength to hold. It happened in a few seconds yet my sluggish brain told me it took an eternity.

I slid off her back and fell toward the thick blanket of snow below. I saw her golden-coated legs before landing on my side. The snow blocked my view and I blinked to get it out of my eyes as I tried to heave myself up on my elbows, shaking my head so the blond tendrils whipped about — half stiffened by frozen tears in some places.

“MISS!” came the rumble of my dreams, my heart’s lost dream. I looked up but Marrygold’s legs blocked my view. “It can’t be,” I whispered as the legs of a midnight black horse came into view. “Miss!” the deep rumble of Colonel Brandon called again, fright in his baritone voice, as the sound of galloping hooves came to an abrupt halt and I nearly slumped on my trembling arms. But he’s away, I had time to think before the man rounded my horse and grabbed me.

Soft but frightened eyes found mine, wide shoulders and a high top-hat blocked the view of the world as strong hands rasped my arm and neck before lifting me up, out of the snow. “Miss—” his eyes widened in shock “—Miss Haymnick, what on earth—” “Colonel?” I whispered, feeling tears well anew as he held me up and placed a leg beneath my back. He nodded. “My lady, what are you doing out here?” he asked but before I had time to respond he continued in haste. “You are blue. By the lord, what have been done to you?” he asked but his tone asked for no answer.

He rose with me in his arms, my body shivered and shook but it was half from the cold and half due to him. My heart was in shambles, unable to make heads or tails of the world when he held me close despite him being the loss my heart had been torn over. In his strong arms, my body gave way to the cold and the tiredness. “Stay with me,” he urged from far away as my feet dangled. “Miss Haymnick, stay awake.”

I tried, I tried with all the strength I had — but, my mind wondered if this was merely the last hurrah before a cold death all alone with only the hallucination of him for comfort. Surely, he could not be here when he was supposed to be out in the world and far out of my reach. If that was true, I would welcome the false warmth and the trickster of a heart that pounded widely for him even in my losing battle of consciousness would not find me fighting against it.

To Be Continued...

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A/N: Well, that got hectic and deep and slightly dark 👀 I do looooove a dramtaic reunion though 🤭🙈 What are we thinking? Can we get these two together now perhaps? ❤

Also, happy Thursday darling! Any plans for the weekend? ❤ I'm about to head off to the library (job number two) and then I'll hopefully have some time this evening to finish tomorrow's fic so it's ready for you guys as early as possible 🥰 This weekend will probably be a mix of family time, writing, and gaming - throw some cleaning in for good measure 😅

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zhalfirin · 6 months ago

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Wheels within Wheels - Frank Lantz

My contribution as a binder for the Renegade Guild's Tiny Books Bang 2024 The idea is to split typesetter and bookbinder so I got the chance to bind 2 copies of this text. One for the wonderful @simply-sithel as the typesetter, one for myself.

materials used

case cover - binders board, 1,5 spine stiffener - cardboard leveling material - cardboard covering material - wallaby leather detail painted with acrylic paint) and goat leather cover decoration - hot tooled and partially painted with methylcellulose glue and gouache colours

inner book book body - Schleipen Fly 05, 115gsm endpapers - satogami paper (3 colours) endbands - button hole silk

format: 4,7 cm x 7,2 cm

(See WIP pictures here)

#bookbinding #mtg #tiny books bang 2024 #wheels within wheels #frank lantz #fanbinding #meta text #full leather binding #not my typeset #renegade bookbinding guild event #also post 200 \(^.^)/

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starkparade · 19 days ago

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starkparade's 2024 Masterpost

2024 marked the year I started to write and post fics in the stevetony fandom! I posted my first one in August, and since then I published 9 works and 43,927 words in total. It's my first time writing for a fandom that has writing events, which is a whole new experience to me, and I've been having a lot of fun with them! I wrote my first four fics for Tiny Reverse Bang, I joined the Reverse Trope Bingo of the POTS 18+ MCU SteveTony Discord Server, and my first exchange event at the end of the year. It's been so inspiring, and adore this fandom so much, I'm sure I'll be here next year as well, hopefully with even more fics or words!

Who Wants to Live Forever (MCU, T, 2.8k)

Major Character Death, Immortality It turns out that not being able to get drunk is far from being the worst and only unfortunate side effect of the serum. As the years go by, Steve notices he has not been aging. Everyone else, including Tony, has been.

Morning Light (MCU, E, 1.8k)

Morning Sex, Mild Somnophilia Tony can’t sleep in complete darkness, and Steve can’t stay asleep once the sun comes up. Most mornings, Steve just gets out of bed quietly so he wouldn't disturb Tony's sleep, but this time he can't bring himself to.

The Fun Way (MCU, E, 1.7k)

Blow Job, Resolved Sexual Tension Tony is convinced Steve keeps harping on about him putting himself in danger on missions because he is frustrated about something else entirely. He has an idea how to relieve that frustration.

Close It (MCU, T, 3k)

Major Character Death, Soulmates AU Steve had to make the hard call to prevent the nuclear blast going off inside the wormhole from reaching the island of Manhattan. As a result, Tony Stark never made it back. Steve did what he had to, and yet his guilt is eating him alive and he can't figure out just why he is so affected.

Romcom Fantasies (MCU, T, 4.8k)

Too Many Beds, Misunderstandings Tony runs into Steve at the airport, and when the hotel Tony booked in Washington DC abruptly cancels his reservation, Steve offers him to stay the night at his place. It sounds like something straight out of Tony's romcom fantasies starring Steve, except Tony is convinced that Steve is in love with someone else.

Making the Right Call (MCU, T, 6.1k)

Civil War Fix-It, Getting Back Together Tony and Steve have not spoken to each other since that fateful day in Siberia. However, when Steve gets gravely injured in a fight and thinks he is going to die, he goes to find Tony in his workshop so he can see him one last time.

with you (in never-ending twilight) (Avengers Twilight, E, 5.1k)

Intimacy Issues, Body Dysmorphia In the dystopian future of Avengers: Twilight, Steve found out that Tony had survived the devastating H-Day that had claimed the lives of many heroes and led to the rise of a totalitarian government twenty years ago. After Steve rescues Tony from captivity, they must face their feelings for each other. The problem is, Tony's body is now reduced to his disembodied head. How could he ever be good enough for Steve like this?

love (if it means you) (MCU, E, 10k)

Demisexual Steve, Abandonment Issues Steve isn't a puritan prude, thank you very much. He may not have had partnered sex, but it's not because of some moral conviction or a conscious choice of abstinence. He simply never felt like he needed a partner. Even with his serum-enhanced libido, the idea of sex never meant much to him before he's fallen in love. With Tony, however, it does. Even if Tony doesn't think he's the right partner for Steve.

Not Like This (MCU, E, 8.3k)

Captivity, Fuck or Die Steve and Tony are captured while the Avengers are hitting a Hydra base in the aftermath of the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. The kidnappers try to coerce Tony into helping them recreate the Super Soldier Serum using Steve's blood, but when he refuses, they think of another way to destroy Steve and Tony, and with them the Avengers. The success of their plan is only threatened by the fact that Steve and Tony have been secretly in love with each other.

#stevetony #stony #stony fic #masterposts by starkparade

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pommedepersephone · 6 months ago

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007 Fest 2024 Master Post

NAME: Rin Rigg

PRIMARY DUTIES (Fics)

crimson touched by blue

Am I the ghost at the end of the song?

never did run smooth

A Quartermaster Bi Any Other Name

ON THE COMMS (Immersive)

Glass Animals ILYSFM Illustrated Lyrics series:

Lost in the Ocean

On the Run

Tear in Space (Airlock)

How I Learned to Love the Bomb

White Roses

Scavenger Hunt items featured in crimson touched by blue:

Report to the Quartermaster on MI6 employee social media accounts

Scavenger Hunt items featured in Am I the ghost at the end of the song?:

Double-0 Old Fashioned cocktail recipe

A garden for Madeleine

Black out poem from The Once and Future King

Bond for Children (sort of) in the style of Goodnight Moon

INTERDEPARTMENTAL COOPERATION (Social)

Joined the watch parties for The Fourth Protocol and Richard II

ADDITIONAL DUTIES (Making it a Family Affair)

Family Watch Party List:

Paddington, Paddington 2, Logan Lucky, Passages, Knives Out, Glass Onion, Bright Star, Bond movies from Dr. No to The World is Not Enough

Book List (with links):

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang by Ian Fleming

For Your Eyes Only: Ian Fleming + James Bond by Ben Macintyre

Quantum of Solace by Ian Fleming

Superspy Science: Science, Death and Tech in the World of James Bond by Kathryn Harkup

Bond Movies: A Retrospective by Ho Lin

This was my first Fest, and it was so awesome to stretch myself a bit, and spent time working with colleagues - thanks especially to @anyawen for all your support, and to @l219tj and @emiliasilverova for your contributions towards the Care and Feeding of Alec. A big thanks to my ETERNAL cheerleader @murphysscribe who I have forced to put up with my Bond obsession.

(and for those who shared, commented, etc thaaaank you @foxsoulcourt , @ato-the-bean , @luminiferocity @amongthejumbledheap @aching-arc-reactor @celandinebergerac @spiritofcamelot @tales-of-whales @boffin1710 @castillon02 @thestalwartheart @dude-watchin-with-the-brontes @crewman-penelope @bludelivers @tsubame17 @myndelling @kmk1701d @emerald-truth @cicerfics @tiny-tardis @phinniastuff @kitten-kin )

#007 fest 2024 #station atlantic

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gwennafran · 3 months ago

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Hogwarts Thirteenth – Pale Lights Intermission 2024

Fanart for the online book Pale Lights. And Harry Potter, I guess.

One final kid’s themed intermission piece. Made before there’s more than four people in the group (the top banner says it’ll happen).

I had fun trying to update the hairstyles of 11-year-old versions of Thirteenth Brigade into something more modern. Mostly I added bangs. Against all odds, I ignored the big hats. They’d take up too much room, hide character expressions, and I liked the visual joke of Maryam using the hood in the cloak.

Angharad is *that* well-meaning Gryffindor idiot jock. On the plus side everyone will expect her to fail all her wisdom checks, so she’ll probably do great. Most likely to join a quidditch team. In her first year.

Tristan probably tried to trade places with Maryam. Or at least talk her into letting him have a Hufflepuff disguise. Song stopped them, pointing out Maryam probably would not survive wearing Slytherin colours without actually being one.

Maryam could fit into several houses. If not for the tiny little fact that nobody would want a “half-hollow”. And while it would be hilarious for the Hufflepuff house to reject her for not living up to their ideals, they’re foremost known for accepting *everyone*. Yes. Everyone.

Song is still cursed. The real question is if her curse is particularly worse than what is pretty common to happen at least every other year at Hogwarts.

#pale lights #fanart #gwennafran art #artists on tumblr #angharad tredegar #tristan abrascal #Maryam Khaimov #Song Ren #Hogwarts #Harry Potter #Fantasy art #cartoon #comic art #comic style

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kiwiana-writes · 1 year ago

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4, 6, 9 and 19- or any combination of those if that's too much!

4. Do you write original stories as well?

2024 is the year of the original novel, baby! I may have done more, like, setting up a website/Substack/Airtable writing tracker/etc than actual writing at the moment, but in my defence I'm still wrapping up my freelancing obligations this month lmao

6. What is a fandom you will never write for?

You know, it's hard to say 'never' because... I never know what's going to grip me. I never would have predicted that I'd write a fic for the TV adaption of The Last of Us, or that I'd walk out of the theatre after going to see a queer Christmas movie and rage-write an alternate ending in three hours.

So I'll take a slightly different approach to this question and instead say a fandom I'll never write for again, and that's HP. I respect the hell out of the authors who have gone full death of the author about it and reclaimed the world they love to make it better, I really fucking do. But I pulled my HP fics down from AO3 when I realised that seeing the author's name on my fandoms list, on my profile, was just... really fucking with my little trans non binary head.

9. What are your favorite fanfics?

This question is cruel. CRUEL. I have never picked a favourite anything in my life. Here's a few things I'm vibing with RIGHT NOW, but the answer may change in a month or a week or an hour lol.

Going Platinum by @cricketnationrise - always, but especially now as cricket works through the sequel. I feel very taken care of by this fic and have reread it a truly embarrassing number of times.

I really hope I can get him alone by @clottedcreamfudge - the Henry POV of Kinda think that I might be his type aka Alex and Bea fake date. I am just. iu4oqhurfriehngfuqernugoenuogre.

In His Wildest Dreams by @myheartalivewrites - I bang on about Oxford Days by this author a lot (and for good reason) but FUCK this one is beautiful. I am forever a sucker for the psychology of kink.

Noble Blood by @orchidscript - currently a WIP, somewhat based on The King's Assassin by Benjamin Wooley which is the book Mary & George is based on. And like... here's the thing. I picked up pretty quickly coming into this fandom that The Thing Orchid Is Known For is researching the absolute living fuck out of her fics, and like... I respect it, but I also didn't really think about it much, because while deep-dive knowledge is fun, as long as something's plausible enough that it doesn't pull me out of the story I'm along for the ride, you know? But this fic. THIS FIC is based in a time period I am very familiar with (my focus was always Tudor England, but you don't study that time period without picking up a lot of knowledge of the decades either side of it) and like... I get it now. Reading a historical fic where you know so much about the time period, and seeing all these tiny little details sprinkled throughout that, like, aren't actually required for the plot but are just weaving the tapestry of the world... fuck me, it's an entire different experience.

Something Borrowed, Something Blue by @anincompletelist - currently a WIP, I believe it's due to be completely posted by the end of January? But y'all it's so fucking engaging and I am loving the journey so much.

When I Met You (I Could Not Speak) by @sparklepocalypse - forever on my fairytale bullshit as y'all know and this one is EXCELLENT.

You love me! You love me? by anarchyat4am - god. GOD. I don't even know what to say about this one other than PLEASE READ IT. Trans Alex and one of my favourite tropes, quietly falling into a relationship.

19. Dead or overused tropes?

I am an extremely firm believer that there is in fact no such thing. People are forever coming up with new twists on tropes, and even fics that play tropes totally straight are infused with the author's voice or experience or whatever. If I didn't want to enjoy the comfort of the familiar, I would probably not be engaging with fic in the first place 🤣

[Ask game for fanfic writers]

#Ask game for fanfic writers #ask meme response #suseagull04

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