#paperback spn

[bi4bisamjess]

pilot ep of supernatural as a paperback book etc etc

[canonicallysoulmates]

"My beloved Louis, the narrator of Interview with the Vampire, had done all this. He had gone far beyond my secret little disclosure to my rock singers. He had told hundreds of thousands of readers. He had all but drawn them a map and placed an X on the very spot in New Orleans where I slumbered, though what he really knew about that, and what his intentions were, was not clear.

Regardless, for what he'd done, others would surely hunt him down. And there are very simple ways to destroy vampires, especially now. If he was still in existence, he was an outcast and lived in a danger from our kind that no mortal could ever pose.

All the more reason for me to bring the book and the band called The Vampire Lestat to fame as quickly as possible. I had to find Louis. I had to talk to him. In fact, after reading his account of things, I ached for him, ached for his romantic illusions, and even his dishonesty. I ached even for his gentlemanly malice and his physical presence, the deceptively softsound of his voice.

Of course I hated him for the lies he told about me. But the love was far greater than the hate. He had shared the dark and romantic years of the nineteenth century with me, he was my companion as no other immortal had ever been.

And I ached to write my story for him, not an answer to his malice in Interview with the Vampire, but the tale of all the things I'd seen and learned before I came to him, the story I could not tell him before."

- The Vampire Lestat

Am I supposed to feel normal about this? 😭

[bloodydeanwinchester]

this lil car was stupid expensive but im ngl i love it soooooooo much

[soullessjack]

I think another funny aspect of putting spn/gravity falls together is that the Pines family is from a blatantly sci-fi genre setting, tormented by an extra-dimensional entity and living in a town created/affected by a UFO crash.. whereas the Winchesters are just straight up targeted by the actual biblical Christian God. no theories, no other dimensions, nothing.

instead of other dimensions, they coexist with other versions of their own world that got scrapped for low entertainment value because their actual biblical Christian God is a megalomaniacal paperback author who writes meta fan fiction about his own OC’s instead of raising his children—one of which betrayed him, became an honorary Winchester, and took custody of his brother The Actual Biblical Devil’s son, who is also an honorary Winchester now,

and also the majority of them are functionally immortal or at the very least cannot stay dead after dying because multiple personifications of The Powers That Be need them to do grunt work for cosmic political battle. which the Pines do not have unfortunately.

I’m losing it but we understand the point I’m making right. Like they are from such fundamentally opposite worlds it’s so funny to put them together

[ashmouthbooks]

Paperbacks!

I had some brown packing paper I took from work (we get deliveries every day and everything is wrapped in this sturdy brown paper inside the parcels, and it seemed a water to throw away) as well as some thin board that actually came with an IKEA furniture delivery, the board was layered between components in the box. I decided to try to turn those things into a paperback but hadn’t really thought through how to do it so the first one I made (last weekend) came out a little wonky and for some reason I’d done the turn ins after casing in…it doesn’t look very neat.

But the concept works so I went back to it this weekend and did two more, this time printing titles and a spine symbol on the paper first.

Lookit my very nice breakaway spines in action! Also bonus photo of inside the spine because I used book cloth offcuts to reinforce the spine (instead of paper strips) as I thought the more flexible material would work better.

fics are:

Dean + Cas 4Ever by tuesday (spn, destiel)

A Beginner’s Guide To The Dangers Of Making Out With Your Fellow Athletes At Parties by ineptshieldmaid (yuri on ice, yuri/otabek)

we’re all in the mood for a melody (and you’ve got us feeling alright) by laughtershock (skyfall, 00Q)

[xadenviolct]

Some people might suggest you have a problem when you need to buy a couple more bookcases and move things around to make room in your library.

I, however, just say that when it comes to my books, it should be like the TARDIS.

Bigger on the inside, never running out of space, etc.

Anyway, I did some moving around (after trying to put the two new cases together while little Xaden and little Sasha helped) and here's a mini-tour of the (mostly?) finished library, book storage, etc.

WARNING! WARNING!

LONG POST (WITH IMAGES) BELOW CUT!

So enter the room and turn to the left and you have bookish pins and candles and whatnot:

Going around the room clockwise, you next have a sort of "fandom" shelf--YA books, SPN, OUAT, etc.

Next is one of the new cases, lovingly deemed my "Maas-verse bookcase" :D

Then there's the second new bookcase, mostly empty right now (because let's be honest, I needed space!) :

Then the first corner of the room in our tour; I have had that OUAT!Captain Hook cutout for years, a gift from a good friend. And of course, all my "special" little TY beanie baby bears ;) What? I'm a millennial! Necklaces and some book decor on the wall as well.

In front of the window is most of my Funko POPs, stacked up (ranging from some Star Wars, some OUAT, and some Lion King) along with just a few storage things and a bed for the kitty cats that you can pay no attention to. A little more decor on the wall as well.

At the other corner, I call it my "nonfiction/non-fantasy AND random paperback case" Because the majority of my books are fantasy, in some way; I have a small collection that aren't (and an even smaller area for nonfiction) and I have ASOIAF here because... I haven't read them all yet. :(

Next, there is the initial white case (when I first had just the white ones) that is now my "JLA, Zodiac, and spicy books" case, for the most part.

Then the middle white case, the only "theme(ish)" aspect is Grishaverse/Bardugo on the top shelf. The rest of the case tends to be a mix of different books, mostly special editions in one way or another.

At the final white case, again, the top is currently the only "theme" shelf, with Empyrean taking the space. At the rate I keep getting multiple Special Editions of those books, however, those dragons may end up taking up a lot more than one shelf ;)

And then, before we leave the room-- The little space on the wall when it turns in has a collection of some bookish decor:

And right when you enter the door, if you look at the wall immediately there to your left, you'll see my collection of bookish daggers/swords bookmarks because I wanted to display them (they're so pretty!)

And then, finally, we have the two cases that ended up being moved into the living room (because I simply CANNOT fit it all in one room, who are we kidding?!)

First up is the "I was a teenage girl and obsessed with Harry Potter and Twilight" era case.

And lastly, is the case that is like "oh yeah, I've read these classic books and love them and look how intelligent I am" case. ;)

In all honesty, however, I've probably actually read ... 65% of the books on this case. Ah well. I'll get to them one day... maybe.

And there you have it!

[valleydean]

I read Raise the Black on A03 and became completely consumed by your work. Now, after obsessively reading almost all of it (still catching up to HeavyWeight), I have to gush about how awesome you are! (I know you said you like comments attached to the works, so I promise to go back and do that): your staggering historical knowledge (woven so seamlessly into the story), your poetic words 'emotion skimming over him like fingers causing ripples in a still pool', the perfect SPN characterization and canon, the adventure you bring to life - when the Impala tips in a storm and Cas hits the water while halfway up to the crow's nest - you take me there., their sweet all consuming romance. that pic of you and Misha and Jensen for Heavyweight - so, so cool. ok, I'm done gushing, and here are my questions: I am hugely in your debt (reading thousands of pages of your work), so I wanted to ask if you have a way for your followers to support your art - Patreon or something like that? and in a related question - is there a way to get paper copies - one of your post work comments said that you were going to make a paperback version for yourself.

oh wow, this is so flattering! thank you so much. this really made me feel good. thank you so much for your support!! it really means a lot <3 hope you continue to enjoy the fics. raise the black especially is really special to me so it means a lot that you liked it so much!

i do currently have paperback books for raise the black and a ghost story. (i used to have one for castiel novak's office, this is dean - but my account got taken down and i lost the pdf so i don't have it anymore, unfortunately. i've been thinking of making one for the heavyweight series, but that's not available yet either.) if you'd like them, DM me or send me an ask off anon and i'm happy to give them to you! i don't post the links publicly because, as i said, there are people out there who try to report them as fic and get my account taken down.

also you're so sweet to ask if i have a patreon!! i don't. and i currently don't have a kofi or anything like that for personal reasons. i do have tips open on tumblr though! absolutely don't feel like you have to give me anything though hahahah but i do, of course, appreciate it!

thanks again <3

[notalawyerdude]

Watching s14 for the first time

Near the end of s14 e20 "Moriah" Sam shoots Chuck (amazing) and then it cuts to black for a moment. I think that would have been the perfect ending. Earlier in the episode, chuck explicitly said that the gun would kill him and that that would end the universe. Alternatively - next Chuck says "Fine! That's the way you want it?" waves him arms "Story's over." So Sam shoots God and God says 'shows over', cut to black credits roll 13+ yrs of tv over. I think that could have been the most powerful ending. Well, spn is nothing if not a series of missed opportunities.

seriously, God -a paperback writer- gets shot, then says "story's over" and they don't use that as the last scene of the show!??!!

[greaseonmymouth]

9, 13, 24… and, you know what, 20 bc I’m curious 😂

9. What is your favorite summer activity?

trying not to melt from the heat! although this week has been balmy in the low twenties with rain on/off, today it is 17 degrees and raining and I'm not complaining. I made myself hot chocolate.

other than that, sitting outside in the evenings in good company and enjoying the long nights! haven't got to do that in a while and tbr it works better somewhere that isn't the south of England (by which I mean Denmark at the very least but ideally like Finland or Iceland) because the light lasts longer there.

13. What fandom do you consume the most content for?

at the moment?? I think I'm between fandoms?? I'm sort of poking at things here and there and just reading whatever I feel like across a wide variety of fandoms. Historically though, that would be HP, SPN and MCU, and also because of the sheer number of fics available in these which means there's always something there to find...

24. Current hyperfixation?

the caterpillars in my tiny herb garden. no for real, I have a caterpillar problem so this past ten days or so, every 30 minutes (when home and not in the office or otherwise out of the house) I go check for caterpillars so I can pluck them off. (haven't found any in 48 hours so maybe I am Free.)

I think the only other thing that comes close to a hyperfixation at the moment is my bookbinding spreadsheets, I have been re-organising my stuff and cleaning up spreadsheets to keep track of everything and now I'm at a point where there are no more spreadsheets that can feasibly be made. I mean, I probably could just invent some, but like, I am capable of reason.

20. What are the fanfics you’ve ever read?

...I don't know how to answer this question :''D what does this even mean :'''''D

you know what FUCK IT let's have the 5 most recently read fics from my AO3 history no cheating

so. we spacemen in geardagum by indigostohelit (https://archiveofourown.org/works/42430848) a Star Trek fic in old English (there's a modern English backtranslation in chapter 2). actually considering binding this one with the two texts side by side and ALSO transliterating it into futhorc. somebody stop me

Cas + Dean 4Ever by Tuesday (https://archiveofourown.org/works/66459) a classic! I actually bound this one the other day, just haven't posted any photos because it's a simple paperback experiment and I'm going to do a group post when I've got a few more bindings like that

Miss by mistr3ssquickly (https://archiveofourown.org/works/48372088) this is smutty Ballister Boldheart/Ambrosius Goldenloin fic

The Music Room by CinnamonAndPancakes (https://archiveofourown.org/works/38755788) this is smutty Metal Lords (Hunter/Clay) fic

Treasures by yeaka (https://archiveofourown.org/works/849107) this is smutty Kirk/Spock fic

the reason we're stopping here and not doing 10 most recently read is because the next 5 fics are just smutty Finn/Poe fic and look I don't need to air ALL my dirty laundry. if you ask nicely I'll link you the one with Poe in a gold bikini

[compo67]

song asks

for @austin-winchester67 who requested all of them, but i do have to get back to this damn paper. so i'm going with...

makes me happy: History Maker by AmaLee (yes, we were born to make history!)

5. is from a popular artist: The Last of the Real Ones by Fall Out Boy (such a bop)

15. i relate to: Jack's Lament and Jack's Obsession from the Nightmare Before Christmas

16. makes me nostalgic: Chocolate Samurai by Fantastic Negrito (it makes me nostalgic for hockey in the bubble, when the Stars were Western Conference champs and made it to the final round of the playoffs)

21. someone recommended to me: Mission Temple Fireworks Stand by Paul Thorn. (the someone is actually Keith DeCandido, who wrote some great SPN paperbacks and had a playlist/song recs in the back of one. soon as i heard Paul, i was hooked. i've seen him 3 times in concert.)

[godsprettiestprincess]

Also none of the the spn books are that long — the physical copies I have are all little 7” by 4” paperbacks with ~350 pages each (and they’re not exactly heavy reading lmao)

[bi4bisamjess]

skin as a paperback! pilot here.

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#5

Spotify Wrapped Tagging Game

Share your Spotify Wrapped summary from 2022.

I was tagged by @thequeerlibrarian . Thank you 😘

Top Artists:

1. Alec Benjamin

2. Imagine Dragons

3. The Strumbellas

4. Lewis Capaldi

5. Germaine Franco

Top Songs:

1. We Don't Talk About Bruno (Encanto)

2. If We Have Each Other (Alec Benjamin)

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Thanks for tagging me, @thequeerlibrarian ♡

Hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling // earbuds or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green // sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple //chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume // drive- in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future // constellations or aurora borealis

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#5

Parody

The series so far...

Cas went to the used bookstore in town every time he had the opportunity.

Over the Bookshelf was tucked away in the small Main Street shopping area, sandwiched between a Domino's pizza on one side and a sandwich place on the other. It was, in Dean's words, more hole in the wall than a hole in the wall, but Cas found something delightful whenever he visited.

He was beginning to understand why humans put so much emphasis on olfactory sensations, because that first hit of old books, decaying paper and glue, sent dopamine and oxytocin swirling through his brain; a sensation almost as strong, almost but not quite, as what he felt every time he walked into his and Dean's home.

Their home together.

This visit to the bookstore was no different. He grinned as he meandered through the narrow aisles, books shoved willy-nilly into overstuffed shelves. He hadn't arrived with any particular goal, no preconceived book to purchase or purloin. He would know what he was looking for when he saw it.

Amongst a shelf of dusty paperbacks, a particularly lurid cover caught his eye. When he read the title he couldn't keep himself from flipping to the first page. The temptation was simply too great.

That's where Dean found him, his head thrown back in uproarious laughter. Cas rarely laughed so hard that tears leaked from his eyes, but he couldn't stop. The whole thing was too ridiculous.

"What's got you chuckling, sunshine?" Dean asked, a grin on his face.

Cas wiped his eyes and handed the book over. "This thing is entirely absurd."

Dean's eyes widened, a look of shocked horror on his face. He shuddered and dropped the book on the floor, rubbing his hands on his jeans as if to wipe them clean.

"Were you seriously reading one of the Supernatural books?" Dean grimaced. "What the fuck, Cas. I could practically hear you laughing from the street. Didn't realize my life was that funny to you."

Cas bent down and picked the book up, placing it back on its precarious perch. He took a breath and considered how to best respond. Dean could be very sensitive about some things.

He looked up and caught Dean's eyes with his own. "I didn't read them before, there was no point at first and even less later. Reading it now--" Cas paused and placed his hand on Dean's cheek, guiding his eyes back up to meet his own.

"Dean," Cas continued, voice low. "I don't know who that character in the book is. He shares your name but he isn't you. Chuck could not conceive of you, not the real you. He lacked the imagination to understand all of your best and brightest parts. He could never see you, not truly."

"Sweet talker," Dean muttered, eyes suspiciously bright. "But you can see me, is that it?"

"Of course," Cas replied, steady and certain as a mountain. Knowing Dean, seeing Dean, was like knowing and seeing himself; intrinsic and all-encompassing.

Cas crowded up against Dean, pushing him backwards against another tottering shelf. He felt Dean's breath hitch, his pulse speeding, eyes wide again, but not in horror.

He kissed Dean, the pressure going from light and teasing to dark and promising within the space of a gasped breath. Dean opened to him and in that moment, like so many others, Cas marveled at the enormity of Dean's heart.

"Plus," Cas mumbled deep beside Dean's ear, hand going lower to brush teasingly against where Dean was hot and yearning. "He conspicuously undersells the heft of your 'throbbing member.'"

Dean yelped and pushed Cas away. "What the fuck! That was the one where I was full frontal? Seriously, Cas?"

Cas shrugged, though he would hardly use the term "full-frontal." Chuck was a sub-optimal erotica writer.

Dean pointed at Cas. "You're sleeping on the couch." He turned and stormed away.

Cas rolled his eyes. He caught up to Dean, grabbing onto and holding his hand for full effect. "No, I'm not." Cas declared.

Dean had the temerity to roll his own eyes, but he squeezed Cas' hand "Fine. You're probably not."

Cas grinned, secure in his victory. They held hands as they left the store.

"Was that monster truck actually racist?" Cas asked, unable to stop himself.

Dean glanced over, eyes narrowed. His mouth twitched. And then, there, in the middle of the sidewalk, on a clear autumn day, Dean started to laugh.

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#4

Maze/Maize

Corn stalks rustled in the evening breeze. The stalks' hollow scraping rattled down the long rows, snaking around the hard-beaten path and sending a shiver down Dean's spine that he could almost blame on the night's sudden chill. Almost.

The warm, golden afternoon had dimmed, the wind turning chill as the sun sank. Now, instead of high-pitched children laughing as they through the twists and turns, his only companions were the sound of his own breath, the hollow tramp of his footsteps over hard-beaten ground, and the cold, clear light of the moon.

And the corn. Always the corn.

He plowed onward, around the hard turns and past the blind corridors, shadows flickering in his periphery. He knew the maze, now. And he knew what waited at its heart.

Then, past the last turn, the land widened into a round, barren meadow, the place where all paths met. And there, in the middle, stood Castiel, long coat billowing around his legs, head tipped back and eyes fixed on the sky.

Dean came up from behind Cas to stand at his left side. Their shoulders brushed and Dean reached down to grab Cas' hand, cold fingers finding warmth, the contact always electrifying. He was Cas' and Cas was his.

"Come on, man," Dean said, eyes caught on Cas' profile, the graceful curve of his mouth. "It's time to go. They're closing up shop."

Cas lowered his eyes from the sky. His mouth curved into a smile as he caught Dean's eyes, the smile he saved only for Dean. The smile that broke Dean's heart and mended it again.

He leaned into Dean's shoulder and squeezed his hand.

"Of course, Dean," he replied, eyes glinting warm in reflected moonlight. "Let's go home."

28 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

#3

Digital

Hamburgers sizzled on the grill.

They were Dean's special blend, just the right blend of ground beef varieties, with a couple secret herbs and spices massaged into the patties. All topped off with salt and pepper and seared by hot charcoal.

He had a gas grill, a gift from Cas and Sam and Jack back around Father's Day, but for a burger it had to be charcoal.

The sliding door into the house was open, and through it Dean could hear the rapid fire patter of Cas' knife. In his mind, Dean could see the graceful curve of Cas' fingers around the handle, the loose but precise way he held it as he chopped through vegetables like some chef on TV.

Dean would eat those vegetables and he would love them. Because Cas made them for him.

Dean flipped a burger, the scent of charred meat and grease spreading out through the air around him. He glanced at the spatula, the scars on his knuckles and calluses on his fingers. A history of violence, pain, and death memorialized on his skin.

All he had ever wanted was this: a home of his own, a person to love and share it with, a future to create not just to survive.

He flinched a little, the clatter of plates set down on the table behind him snapping him out of his thoughts.

Cas came up behind him, careful to step on the creaky board, to make a noise, to announce his presence, to not startle someone who had spent his life in fight or flight mode. Always so careful with Dean.

Cas hooked his chin over Dean's left shoulder. "Those smell great," he said, voice a warm rumble in Dean's ear, body warm and snug against his own.

"Should be nearly done," Dean replied. "Grab me the plate?"

"Of course," Cas said, and Dean could hear the smile in his tone.

Before Cas could step away, Dean reached over and grabbed his hand. Dean looked at him, their eyes met and held, and he raised Cas' hand to his lips. He kissed Cas' knuckles and squeezed his long, beautiful fingers.

Cas gazed at him, golden in the late afternoon light. Eyes full of fondness and love, eyes that Dean could finally see a future in.

Dean loved Cas, with all that was left of his soul.

44 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

#2

Wicked

The day was not going to plan.

The cold, autumn rain had set in early and hard. October had hardly begun and the leaves had already been stripped off the trees by the never-ceasing rain.

It was gray. It was cold. It was damp. And the weather had lied, promising a warm, sunny day--a break, a chance to put the garden to bed for winter--but instead the rain persisted.

It was wicked, evil, an abomination. Cas wasn't sure why he'd even gotten out of bed.

Dean had left earlier, soon after breakfast, errands to run in town. He'd invited Cas along, but the thought of a day spent driving in and around town, music too loud on the radio, surrounded by crowds and hordes of people, was more than Castiel could bear.

His day was already ruined and a meaningless day of excursion would not improve it.

Dean had smiled at him, too wide and bright for such a grim day, and told him to enjoy being miserable.

Castiel would enjoy being miserable. He would be the most miserable he could possibly be. He refused to go back to bed, instead he did the dishes and started the washing machine.

If he couldn't do what he wanted, he would do what he despised instead.

Now he sat at the table, mug of tea long gone cold, as he struggled to read a book that Sam had recommended to him. The subject was compelling but the text was tedious and overwritten.

Typical.

He was so caught up in staring at the sad, scraggly remains of his vegetable garden--shriveled brown vines, dripping and sad--that he missed the sound of the truck pulling up to the house and the engine shutting off.

Dean had already put the Impala away for the winter, unwilling to risk it to ice and salt and the precariousness of country roads. Not even that one joy remained to them.

Cas absolutely did not startle when Dean draped himself over his back, chin hooking over Castiel's shoulder, nose chill against Cas's cheek.

"Hey, sweetheart. I got you something." Dean's voice a rumble that Cas felt more than heard.

Dean reached over and deposited a small plastic pot beside Cas' abandoned mug. It was an African violet, leaves tinted with yellow and a few petals knocked loose.

Castiel felt a clenching in his chest, a fist squeezing around his heart. It was easy to forget that there were things that made the pinpricks and paper cuts of disappointment and inconvenience worth it. Things like plants that needed care and someone who would bring him flowers to brighten his day.

Cas turned in his chair, angling himself to look back at Dean, to see the softness in Dean's eyes and the affection in the curve of his mouth.

"Thank you, Dean. I love it." Cas placed his hand on Dean's cheek and kissed him, soft and lush and perfect.

45 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

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Pillow Talk

Castiel woke in the dark before dawn.

He came awake slowly, wrapped securely in soft blankets and curled up close behind Dean's sleeping warmth. There was always a weight to Dean's slumber, one that anchored him during the difficult nights and that held him securely now.

Dean's deep, slow breaths meant comfort and safety. All was well and they could rest.

Cas had been dreaming before he woke, a dream vast and empty, lonely but not alone. The images eluded his waking mind, memory sliding away, slipping faster and faster the more he strained to recall.

The anxiety clicked higher in its place. Dreams, memories, the forgetting of what he had been, all reminding him of what he had lost and what he would never be again.

He did not regret his choices, but his grief remained with him.

Dean sighed, a low deep exhalation, and rolled over. His eyes slitted open, barely visible in the slow-gleaming light of the still-gray dawn.

"Go back to sleep, sweetheart," Dean grumbled low, not even half awake. " It's early."

Dean's arm curled over Cas' waist, pulling him closer. He kissed him, warm and slow and a little sour, his eyes already drifting closed.

"All right," Cas mumbled. Love and fondness swelled in his chest, smoothing anxiety's sharp edge. "All right."

Cas closed his eyes and matched his breaths with Dean's. He drifted back to sleep as the birds outside began to sing.

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[myaimistrue]

bobby and rufus love each other and kiss each other on the mouth and they read together on the couch on sunday mornings with rufus's feet in bobby's lap.

[ashmouthbooks]

2022 in books

inspired by everybody else who is also doing 2022 bookbinding end-of-year reviews, here we go!

I made a total of 38 books, containing 52 stories.

A5 sized books

The Astreiant series by Melissa Scott and Lisa A. Barnett, 5 books and 6 stories. Point of Knives includes Bonfire Night, a short story Melissa posted to her LJ about how Nico and Philip really got together after the events of Point of Hopes.

Astreiant series

besides the Astreiant series, I also bound a copy of Slow Dancing In A Burning Room (one of my fave 00Q fics), mm whatcha say (Sarkan/Solya, Uprooted) and Indiana Lupin (the first volume in my R/S fics series). All four are different types of bindings! Astreiant is squareback bradel, Slow Dancing is rounded and backed bradel, mm watcha say is a sewn board binding, and Indiana Lupin is a plain old hardback binding, but self-ended.

Slow Dancing in a Burning Room | Slow Dancing In a Burning Room | mm watcha say

A6 sized books

from left to right: vol2 in the R/S fics series; Stargazer and Gravity (Fahye); golden hours, slipping by and oceans above & sky below (grandilloquism); Two Make A Pair and Come When Invited (mousapelli).

I collected all of my Remus/Sirius fics into a 6 volume series, one story per volume with the exception of vol3, which is an anthology of my shorter fics and contains a total of 12 stories. I'm really happy with how well matched the books are and how bright and inviting they look!

The other three A6 hardbacks pictured all contain 2 stories each. Stargazer & Gravity has one after the other as Gravity is a sequel, but the other two books are tête-bêche bindings, meaning that the stories are bound in head to tail and when you flip the book over you can start reading the other story from the other direction. And yes, Come When Invited *is* a sequel to Two Make A Pair and I had intended for them to be bound in two different volumes, but then at the last minute I sewed the two blocks together and oops now it's a tête-bêche book.

R/S fics series | Stargazer and Gravity | golden hours, slipping by and oceans above & sky below | Two Make A Pair & Come When Invited

paperbacks! Hood & Glove (Fahye) on the right is the first paperback I made - an experiment really, I made a text block like for HB and then pasted the first and last page down to the cover, like a self-ended HB. the other two are made in the same way, but the cover is cut from a misprinted running sheet, cardstock, that came wrapped around some decorative paper as protective wrapping. I don't like to waste materials and the misprints were so intriguing and beautiful I just had to use them. These two are Destiel fics, There's Only One Sure Thing That I Know (probably the one SPN fic I reread most often) and The Mostly Accidental Courtship of Dean Winchester.

Hood & Glove | 2 x destiel PBs

NO GLUE PAMPHLETS MY BELOVED. listen, there's a lot of glue in bookbinding and sometimes I just get REALLY SICK OF IT and making these pamphlets was like a balm for the soul. as evidenced I remade Dozens of Ships because I wasn't entirely happy with how the first one came out (and also, the first one lived in my purse for so long it's now all tatty. I took it with me on vacation to Oxford so I could just read it whenever I wanted. it was amazing.) Project Bang doesn't have a cover because I wanted to try French link stitching, but I think I will take out the thread sometime and give it a cover and re-sew it like the other three.

Dozens of Ships and Hundreds of Souls | Izzy's Revenge | Project Bang

A7 sized books

1 hardback, 1 no-glue pamphlet, and 8 paperbacks.

the hardback (the birth of comets takes place on the tip of your lashes) is my first attempt at self-ending a HB and I did it because the book was so small I thought structurally it wouldn't be an issue, and it worked so well I did it again for a bunch of books. the pamphlet I made to see if no-glue pamphlet were comfortable on a smaller scale, and while it was fine I think this one I will also take the the thread out eventually and sew a cover on.

and then more paperbacks! fanbinding seems to favour longer fics in general because having a substantial amount of text means you have enough material to comfortably make an A5 or A6 sized hardback. however I like a lot of short fics too and while I like the idea of anthologies, sometimes I also just want little books to carry in my purse and read on the go, you know? and I've found these A7 paperbacks to be perfect for fics in the 1-5k word count weight class. and since I have an entire running sheet to make covers from, I'm not done making A7 paperbacks either!

the birth of comets | 4 x Ocean's 8 fics | 4 x 00Q fics

Gift books

and finally... the three Renegade Exchange Books I made during the October-December radio silence period:

2 x squareback hardbacks and 1 rounded hardback.

Something Dumb to Do | Inside The River | Sha Ka Ree

That's all folks!