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tsireyqs · 1 year

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but what about like a angsty smutty jake fic based off of false god by taylor 🤭 (OR TSU’TEY W! AVATAR READER???? like we’re not official na’vi and tsu’tey is like this is bad??? but they keep coming back to each other OHHHHHH)

naur but i saw false god and ran with it, kinda got carried away! oops!

reader is betrothed to add some spiciness

“I told you we couldn’t keep meeting like this,” you scold as you work a healing salve into the gash on Jake’s bicep.

He hisses at the sting and lets out a huff, “I already told you. I’m not here for… that,”

“We both know that isn’t true. I know you, Sully. Always coming to me asking for my help,” you flick his side. “Is it no coincidence you’re only here when he isn’t?”

His ears droop down, giving you a side glance and remains silent. The feeling of your fingertips tickles and he couldn’t help the quick thump in his chest. He grimaces at the mention of your betrothed.

There was something about you that was so magnetizing, harsh words contrast the sweetness of your movements as you work. He couldn't even be mad at other people for looking at you the way he did. Until it was too late. He felt as if his heart stopped beating when he found out you were promised to another.

You massage the salve into gash on his arm, ignoring the way your fingers sting against his skin. Jake’s tail fidgets behind him which caught your attention more than anything. He scrambles to figure out what to say before your voice interrupts his thoughts, “Spit it out.”

“Your…” He tips his head down to look at you and you look away. Taking a breath before he whispers, “Your husband… do you love him?”

This is uncharted territory. A part of him hoped your heart still held the same spot for him as he did you. Never did he want to admit the way he felt when he didn’t learn about your betrothal from yourself first. That feeling only burned deeper in his chest when you started avoiding him completely. He’d still look for you in a crowded room and brush his hand against yours when he walks past you. He still goes to the spot you used to meet in secret. Always looking over his shoulder in hopes to find you walking over to him with a wistful smile on your face like you used to.

But it was different now. Only seeing you in passing, and now when he comes back with the war party. If coming back with a few scratches meant he could feel your touch against skin, then he didn’t hesitate to jump headfirst into danger.

“He’s not my husband-”

He interrupts. “Yet.”

“Jake,” your voice was clipped, tail swishing aggressively behind you. You ignore the hiss that escapes his lips as you tighten a bandage around his bicep. “He treats me well. I am happy.”

There was a beat of silence.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Stop,” Your voice was breathy, eyes pleading with him. “Please.”

Jake deflated. He’d never heard you sound the way you did now. You’re always so loud, speaking with such confidence and now he could hear the exhaustion laced in your tone.

“If you want me to leave, then I’ll leave,” his eyes fix on yours and you feel like a bug under a magnifying glass at the way he looks at you. A shiver rolls over your shoulders when your name falls from his lips, “Leave for good. But just know that… you are the one I want and nothing can change the way I feel.”

“You don’t mean that.”

His shoulders drop and he bites the inside of his cheek. “And if I did?”

“Then you’re foolish.”

You drop your hands to your sides and Jake follows them, ghosting his fingers with yours. His voice rang in your ears. A bundle of emotions swirl inside you and all you could do was stand there. Guilt being the one that tugs harshly at your heart. You knew it wasn’t fair to your betrothed. He was the one you were promised to after all. Yet, you curse the way his hands feel against your body. Curse the way his lips brush against yours and the sweet nothings he whispers in your ears. Perhaps you would feel differently if it was Jake.

You knew you would.

Jake’s tail comes to a halt and he sighs. He hesitates for a second before he turns on his heel, his fingers linger with yours as he pulls away.

He could only take a few steps before he was pulled back. Your hand tugs on his wrist, fingers digging firmly into his skin. He looks between your hand and your face, you felt like you were about to crumble under his gaze.

Pulling him closer, he places a hand to rest on your hip and you whisper, “I’m sorry,” your fingers intertwine with his and your heart thumps frantically in your chest. “This is wrong, I know. Yet my heart can’t help but yearn for you.”

Jake pulls you closer to him by your hips and he presses his forehead against yours. Your heart skips a beat when he stares down at you, big amber eyes filling with something you couldn’t recognize. Your eyes drift lower to his lips, feeling your body sway. Hesitantly, you bring your hand to his face. Cupping his jaw in your hand and you ghost your thumb over his bottom lip. “Why do you look at me like that?”

He tilts his head. “Like what?”

“Like you love me,” your voice is muted.

“What if I do?”

Your lips ghost up into a smile and you nuzzle your nose against his. “Then you’re foolish.” you repeat.

His canines peer over his lips when he smiles down at you and he kisses your thumb. His hand that grips your hip cradles your face now, his eyes are soft as he admires the way yours sparkles in the moment. Jake finally dips down and captures your lips in a sweet kiss, his other hand still holding yours.

You smile into the kiss and he does the same when your fingers thread into his hair. He gently maneuvers you to lean against the workbench behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist to keep you close. His lips leave yours and he laughs when he hears you whine.

Jake’s lips leaves open-mouthed kisses to your neck and sinks to his knees as he descends lower. He peppers kisses to your lower belly, wrapping his arms securely around your hips and you coil your tail over his back to keep him flush against you.

His teeth nip at the waistband of your loincloth before his eyes flicker up to you. His fingers hook under the band to tug them down your legs when you nod. He nuzzles his face into your belly and places a kiss to your hip.

Goosebumps evident on your skin as Jake skates his fingers across your body. He thumbs your inner thighs and hums happily, “You’re so wet,” he trails his fingers to your pussy and applies subtle pressure to your clit. “I do this to you, huh?” he teases.

“Shut up.” You tug at his hair, a deep blush painting the highpoints of your cheeks.

He smiles into your skin before he lifts you on top of the workbench. Your thighs hang over his shoulders, his thumbs rubbing circles into your hips as his tongue gathers the slick leaking onto your inner thighs. Sucking a bruise into your skin before he presses a kiss to your clit and you lean back on your elbows, one of your hands discarding the fabric of your top.

The movements of his tongue are calculated, trailing over the spots that make you jolt against his mouth. He traces his name into your clit and hums when he suckles it into his mouth. You feel him smirk against you, your thighs squeeze around his head and he looks up at you through his lashes. His cock stirs when he sees your pretty face pinched up and your hands kneading at your breast.

His name is like a prayer singing from your lips as he works on your cunt. He hefts you higher on his shoulders, your hips lifting above the hard surface. Jake places a hand on the small of your back as he pulls you incredibly closer to his mouth, wanting to taste every bit of you. He swivels his tongue through your puffy folds and moans at the taste of your wetness.

The bridge of his nose bumps against your sensitive clit as his tongue teases your entrance. A breath hitches in your throat when he eases it into you, one of his hands reaches to rub circles into your clit. Your hands fly down to his head as you feel the coil in your tummy about to snap, your fingers wind tightly into his hair. “So-- fuck! Making me feel so good, Jake,”

Jake watches as your orgasm washes over you, one of his hands rubs up your thigh as he hums against your pussy. He places one last kiss to your cunt before he stands up between your legs.

Your chest is still heaving when he spreads your pussy for him to see. His mouth nearly waters at the sight of your fucked out cunt, all red and puffy. He just wanted to drop back down to his knees and give you his tongue in all the right ways that makes you see stars. Until the only thing you could think about was him.

His thumb delves in between your folds and he ghosts above your clit, making you hiss. “Sorry, baby,” he gives you an apologetic glance, amusement lacing his voice. “You’re just so fuckin’ pretty.”

He pulls you against his chest and tucks his face into your neck, sharp fangs nipping at your throat. Your hands reach down to palm over his bulge and you swipe a finger over the damped part of the fabric. “Let me take care of you,” you say as you try to pry away his hands on your hips. “I wanna taste you.”

“You know how much I love your mouth,” Jake’s lips turn upwards and he cradles the back of your head for you to look at him, his other hand toying with clit. “but I need to feel this sweet pussy, babygirl.”

You lean up to press your lips against his and fiddle with the knot in his loincloth. “Get this off, then.”

“Anything for you.”

He lets the cloth pool at his feet when you undo the ties. His hand reaches down to grasp the base of his cock, giving it one pump before he looks at you. Your pupils blown out wide and drool almost spilling from your lips as he pumps his hardened length. His thumb swipes the pre-cum pooling at the tip and he brings it up to your lips, “You said you wanted to taste, right? Open your mouth.”

You hollow your cheeks as you suck on his finger and hum at the taste. The heat between your thighs only grows when you feel him tap the head of his cock on your clit. You wrap your legs around his waist tightly, your ankles crossing on his lower back.

His cock is covered by your slick as he glides in between your folds, his hands perched on your waist to keep you from squirming as he eyes your cunt. “Such a pretty pussy,” he says before prodding the head at your entrance. “and it’s all mine.”

You hold your breath in anticipation and your eyes fluttering shut, expecting him to ease into you. But he doesn’t. You peek an eye open to see where the tip of his cock rests on your pussy and you whimper, your nails clawing at his back.

His hand grips your jaw firmly, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Say it.”

Your heart thumps rapidly in your chest as his eyes bore into yours. His fangs peeks from his mouth as he bites down on his lower lip and you whine, “I’m yours.”

“Good girl.”

He pushes into you in one movement as you take him greedily. Your moans intermingle with his when bottoms out, your arm wraps around his shoulders to pull him close to you. His hot breath fans against your lips and you kiss him, swallowing each other's cries.

Your breath is shallow as he feeds you deep strokes, his cock kissing the deepest parts of you that makes your head spin. Rocking your hips to meet his thrust, your arms tighten around his back and you squeeze around his length.

Jake grips the underside of your thigh as he moves his hips quicker, groaning when he hears their skin slap together. It sounded downright filthy matched with the sweetness of your pretty moans and his cock pulses inside of you.

“M’gonna cum, Jake! Please!”

A deep growl spills from his mouth as he grapples onto your hips, pounding into you hard enough to make you dizzy. Grounding you into the hardwood, each thrust knocking the air out of your lungs.

The feeling of your pussy contracting around him as the coil in your belly snapped was almost too much for him and his hips stutter. Panting into your mouth as he lets his cum fill you.

Jake lets his hips slow, gradually coming to a halt as you clung to him. He didn’t bother to pull out, not just yet. His forehead leans against yours, rubbing soothingly down your back as he coos in your ear and. Both basking in the blissfulness you had begun to know all too well.

“I think we could get away with it one more time.” he whispers.

#my fingers slipped and #and accidentally made this 2k words long #and 5 pages #I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS MY ANI #lowk scared ha #posting then dipping #if you point out my errors #you will find me in your floorboards #xox #jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully smut #avatar #avatar smut

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oceanstide · 11 months

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people's memories of their loved ones who passed on would gradually blur as time goes by. without a refresher, the mind slowly forgets the details of their loved one's face; their eyes start to blur, their nose shape begins to deform, everything felt wrong but you have no way of telling which one is right.

the worst part is, the changes won't be noticeable until there's an active attempt to recall. and all of a sudden you're left with a blurry image of one's face you believe you knew. leaving you with a sense of horror and guilt.

lo'ak dives in under the water, the glow emanating from the spirit tree guides his path, the water pressure no longer foreign as it caresses his azure skin. dread and guilt still fills him as he reaches out to touch, the back of his eyelids slightly burn as he thinks of the multiple times he's heard:

"go visit him. it's been years, son."

well.

lo'ak never was the one that listened.

that was him.

his eyes stung once more as he hesitantly reaches back to grab his queue. his lanky and awkward built now long gone, replaced with a more defined and sturdy form; shaped from the years adapting into the reef's different ways than he's used to.

lo'ak, queue in hand, takes a brief second to gather himself before reaching forward, closing his eyes as the tendrils connect.

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the tingling cold sensation and sharp texture of the grass beneath his bare feet was surprising but not unwelcomed. lo'ak eyes blink several times to adjust as they look around, finding more green and towering trees than he ever has in the last few years of his life after arriving in awa'atlu. with slow steps, his ears twitch with every sound his steps left, his chest tight from the intense wave of melancholy, his tail hung low as he goes deeper into the forest.

and all of a sudden he felt small again, just like he was six years ago.

and it was raining. why was it raining?

it never rained.

at least, that's what his mom told him. or his dad. or kiri. or tuk.

lo'ak's chest twinges from the thought. why was it raining?

as he walks further and further into the forest, his eyes then catch the small back of familiar na'vi, the braids not lost from his memories, the always present cummerbund wrapped around the na'vi's waist.

the na'vi's a warrior.

the mighty warrior.

lo'ak eyes burn as he takes in the sight, his steps faltering slightly when he tried to walk closer. he felt small again. the way he used to with him. with his brother.

"neteyam," he callled out, the sound of his own voice sounding foreign to him, the name he refused to mention after he passed. saying it again after a long time feels strange, almost similar to the way his stomach lurches as he reconnects with his ikran after being so used to his skimwing.

neteyam's shoulders shook and lo'ak's eyebrows furrow at that. was he laughing? why couldn't he hear a thing? maybe he was too far? deciding that was the cause, his steps brought him closer and closer to the now taller than him neteyam.

"what took you so long, baby bro?"

dread began to fill lo'ak's chest. neteyam was right in front of him but why did his voice sound so far away?

"i- i was preoccupied," lo'ak answered, blinking several times to lose the tears as neteyam's back was blurred on the edges.

"i waited, you know. i wondered, where's my baby bro?" lo'ak ignored how neteyam's voice sounded so far away. as if it was from a far distance. maybe that's how it was. maybe. "but mother said you needed time, so.." neteyam shrugged, his head slightly tilted down.

lo'ak felt droplets of water rolling down his cheeks, whether it were raindrops or his tears, no one will know. he opened his mouth to speak, but there was too much that he wanted to say;

'i can't. i dont deserve to see you. it was my fault. it was my fault you're here. it was my fault you're not with us anymore. it should've been me. why did you do it? why didn't you refuse? why didn't you leave with tuk and tsireya instead? why did you listen to me? nobody did, so why did you?'

lo'ak looked up, neteyam still with his back facing him, he ignored the thought of neteyam feeling repulsed to look at him as he says, "bro i'm so-"

"-stop. it's not your fault."

"yes it was-"

"no. i had every choice to say no." lo'ak started to feel anger bubble inside him, why is neteyam refusing to look at him?

"then why didn't you?!"

"because you're my brother! i want to protect you."

"fucking- say it to my face!"

"i can't."

"why the fuck not?!" lo'ak's voice began to crack, desperation choking his throat as he reaches out to grab neteyam's shoulder and forcefully turn him around and-

lo'ak's heart drops.

the rain grew stronger, the droplets rained over him mercilessly and the last thing he remembered was running away as fast as he can.

running away from the brother he thought he remembered.

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lo'ak ran again, immediately after he detached from his ilu, his steps rushed and erratic, passing by a concerned tsireya, her voice overpowered by the loud ringing in his ears. he needed- he needed to find his dad. he should be in their marui now. please be there.

he slows down his steps as his dad stepped out from their marui, noticing lo'ak immediately. his ears flatten and his tail flick up in alert before he moves to inspect him.

"what's wrong, boy? are you okay?" his dad asked, still not enough to defeat the insistent ringing in his ears, "what happened-"

"did you bring the family portraits?" he blurted out, the pounding of his heart was loud and fast. his tail hung low between his legs as it swishes rapidly. "with you- dad, is it in the marui?"

his dad's eyes widen slightly in confusion before realization dawned in, his gaze changed from concern to understanding. lo'ak hated it. he doesn't

"did you- yeah i did. come on." lo'ak barely registered the way his dad changed his sentence mid-speaking. he just needed to see the picture. his mind was spinning and bile rose from his throat as he watches his dad rummage through their belongings, cold washes over him once again, the necklace suddenly heavy and suffocating around his neck. the necklace neteyam last wore.

"here."

lo'ak's heart lurched as he hesitantly grabs the portrait, his eyes wide and gaze zeroing in on the figure on farthest left, to the figure right next to him.

"and here's a clearer picture of just you and him." his dad says, placing another portrait on his other hand. lo'ak's eyes move from their family portrait to the other portrait. his breath shaky as he brings it closer to look at it properly.

lo'ak huffed wetly, a droplet or two falling to the ground beneath him as the familiar face once again fresh in his memory. he lets his hands fall as he croaks out, "dad, i- i almost forgot how he looked like."

his dad smiled at him, the sad look etched on his face. he reaches out and places a comforting hand on the side of his head, "visit your brother more often, son. i know it hurts, and i know you refuse to believe it happened, because for a while it was that way for me too." the comforting weight of his hand dissapears briefly before he pulls him gently into a hug, "i know it feels like having a part of you ripped away and you don't want to face it. but you have to. you have to move on. he wouldn't have wanted you to live in constant sorrow and grief," his dad continues, his hand gently stroking his hair, "it doesn't immediately lose the pain but it does make it feel less difficult to heal."

"it was my fault." lo'ak muttered once again, face nestled comfortably against the shoulder of the man he calls his dad after years of mending their slightly fragmented relationship, the sudden loss finally opening their eyes and bringing them together.

the fear of losing another son, the fear of almost losing his father. the shared guilt of believing they have an indirect role in their family's loss brought them closer. mending their father-son relationship.

"it's not. it never was." his dad said, voice slightly cracking too, "none of us think it's your fault. and i'm sure neither does your brother."

they stayed that way for a long time, one seeking comfort as the other provides. lo'ak's arms tighten around his dad as he feels tears still fall from his eyes. "i miss him, dad."

"i know, son. i miss him too."

#sorry for any grammatical errors lol english isnt my main language #not proofread #wrote this in one sitting lmfao bye i love angst #lo'ak #lo'ak sully #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam sully #jake sully #avatar the way of water

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Undertale Holiday Icons/Avatars! Free for all to use ^^ Wrapping Bow Blue, Elf Ink, Jack Frost Error, Santa Dream and Krampus Nightmare!

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greenhorn-art · 9 months

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Castles in the Sky by Shadaras @shadaras

Fandom: 全职高手 | The King's Avatar

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Gen

Relationships: Chu Yunxiu/Ye Xiu

Words: 36 613

Here are two truths and a lie: Chu Yunxiu is Misty Rain’s captain. Chu Yunxiu is dating Ye Qiu. Chu Yunxiu is happy to have the Shu twins on her team. Of course, a lie can become true if you believe in it enough… (A Chu Yunxiu character study.)

About the book:

FONTS: Alegreya [Google Fonts], Raleway [Google Fonts], Catchy Mager [purchased from MyFonts], Segoe UI Emoji

IMAGES: Clouds from Rawpixel (ID: 9581058); Misty Rain logo from The King's Avatar Wiki (stretched slightly horizontally and traced)

MATERIALS: Domtar Earthchoice multipurpose copy paper, cream, 11"x17" cut in half to form short-grained letter size paper; Recollections' Gilded Ink paper pad; Cialux bookcloth, black; heat transfer foil, gold; 2mm binder board; waxed linen thread, 30/3 size; wheat paste (this time I used 1:4 flour to water ratio, and heated until conditioner-like consistency. An improvement over last attempt.)

PROGRAMS USED: typeset in LibreOffice Writer; title page mocked-up in Procreate then designed in GIMP; imposed with Renegade's Community Imposer.

I spied this fic towards the top of the kudos and kept it in the back of my mind while trawling for more HanYe fics. Thought, well it's gotta be there for a reason so should be good! ooh look aroace queerplatonic relationship 👀👀 Definitely bumping up to top of Read Next!

The amazing thing I've found about The King's Avatar is that the CP possibilities are endless! The characters are both friends and rivals, there's respect and history and it all mixes and clashes creating more possibilities and chemistries than I've ever seen in a fandom before. The fact that AllYe is so popular (and not just in an NSFW way) is testament to it, and also, in part, what drew me to this fic. Asexual representation is scant, aromantic even more so — especially in fandom (in my experience of it at least).

If I were to add a tag to describe Castles in the Sky it would be 'heartwarming'. Shadaras' writing and characterization is wonderful, and I really enjoyed the both the story and the aroace representation. They took a character with relatively little content (in comparison to others in fandom. I have not read the source material) and gave her a voice, dreams, and made me really care about her. I was touched, and after finishing it I jumped to my laptop and set about turning it into a physical book.

So, onto the details.

The thing that stuck out and stayed with me the most about the story was the aroace aspect (Shadaras fed my smol aroace heart so well), so that's what I focused on design-wise.

The title page features a large black ring, referencing the black ring worn usually on the middle finger of the right hand as a symbol of asexuality. The colours of the asexual pride flag are also represented: the text is purple; the clouds colour the page in shades of white and grey; and the ring is black. For the endpapers/cover backing I chose paper that mixes green, purple, and blue: green for the aromantic pride flag; purple for the ace. I also found the green-blue mix of colours to be rather fitting, inspired by the description of Misty Rain's HQ with the "cool blues and greens of Misty Rain's walls" (chapter 5: Transformations). While I personally find CYX's relationship with YX significant, her relationship with her team is just as important.

When choosing which cover each endpaper goes on, I thought about how the story begins with CYX and YX's relationship, and about how after it's established we see her team and it's future at the forefront of her mind. Following that line of thought I put the paper with more purple on the front cover (purple for aroace CYX), and the more green-blue paper on the back (Misty Rain's colours).

The process of foiling the cover took me 3 hours (the length of the movie RRR — good movie actually, would recommend. Which is surprising because I usually find Oscar movies rather boring). The foiling was done with a heat pen. Three hours is not the norm: first, I had the foil backwards and foiled my template instead of the cover; then, my power banks kept dying, so I had to take charging breaks, and I also went over everything again just to make sure that I didn't miss a spot; and of course I was also watching a movie while working, so that ate up some time too.

I had initially planned to bind it as a casebound book, but I didn't have enough time to do it (I was about to go on vacation and wanted to read the book in my downtime). Instead, I did a Coptic binding. The covers were pulled from the press and foiled leaving me 5 hours of sleep to spare.

I went simple on the outer covers to contrast the fun paper on the inside of the covers. I used black Cialux bookcloth instead of my green-blue 'petrol' Iris bookcloth for the contrast, and because it picks up the black from the title page. The text foiled onto the cover is a simple sans serif (Raleway, the same as used inside), and the image is Misty Rain's logo from the donghua. (Image came from The King's Avatar Wiki. It was stretched slightly horizontally because it seemed a bit squished compared to other versions seen on Google, and then traced). Using the colourful paper inside was a practical choice: I couldn't get two covers out of one sheet of paper, but one sheet would do the inner covers with some material leftover.

The sewing and construction of the book was done while camping — I'd packed up what I needed and brought it with me: the signatures (folded and punched); the finished covers; thread; a needle; and an awl. As for the actual sewing, it's supposed to be Coptic but don't look too closely. This was the second time I've tried Coptic stitching and I didn't have any instructions with me. (My first Coptic binding was a thin 2-signature notebook I did a few weeks ago. It was for taking notes at the event I was at, Pennsic War 50).

Book is primarily set in Alegreya. It's currently my favourite body font, and has a matching sans serif family. The fonts used in the title page are Raleway and Catchy Mager. Raleway is also used for titles, headings, etc. Segoe UI Emoji was used for any emojis that cropped up throughout the text (Pretty sure they're the same emojis as seen while reading on my phone and laptop). Catchy Mager was purchased from MyFont. (The first and only font I have ever bought, but I saw it used in a fic's title art and fell in love.)

Lastly, onto The Comedy of Errors, or: When-You-Finally-See-All-the-Typos-and-Mistakes-Once-You're-Done-and-Can-Only-Laugh-While-You-Cry-Inside.

Appendix's footer says 'Epilogue', so I must have missed something with the paragraph style for the Appendix heading.

Forgot about using Segoe UI Emoji font and did not include it in the About the Book.

Missed fixing the archive info for gnomen in the Author's Notes — the copy/paste of metadata into Notebook to remove formatting also removed the commas and spaces between tags.

Because I hadn't planned cover materials/design before printing, there isn't a section for that in the About the Book. Also the reason why the artwork on the cover is not credited in it, as I had not planned to use it.

#bookbinding #fanbinding #Castles in the Sky #Shadaras #qzgs #tka #the king's avatar #hopefully the video works.#first my computer cant view videos taken on my phone. then adding the video to the post from my phone removed allll the text in the post #and it's quality also went down :/#almost feels like just trying to POST this should be on my Comedy of Errors section lol #ALSO #so much rambling in this post because i had more downtime than planned and i reread it all and highlighted stuff and was FULL OF FEELS #sidenote: it was a bit windy out when i filmed that so its nice that the pages weren't flipping in the wind! (that wasn't the 1st take lmao

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