look at how hard i can write

My personal goal is to try and make fanfic binding as accessible to everyone as possible, so here are some resources on how to make a fanfic hardcover for under $25.

This is a barebones bind for the broke college students and such. Happy to field questions, too!

Here's a proposed budget breakdown:

Loosely organized thoughts:

Fanfic bookbinders often share typesets amongst each other. Never pay for a typeset for a fanfic.

You'll hear a lot about grain direction for your printer paper, but as a newbie on a budget without your own printer, settle for some nice 92 bright paper. If you like the hobby, splurge after but expect to pay at least 2-3x more for short grain paper.

Printing is a pain because some copy shops won't let you print intellectual property smut, and it's very expensive. You are better off bartering instead or looking for a free printer on Buy Nothing.

You know the thick paper wrapping that comes with online orders? It's a good weight for endpapers if you need to scrounge. Paper grocery bags or gift bags (birthday presents) might work, too.

Ask your local library to give you covers from books they are throwing out. Ask for outdated textbooks (those covers are built like tanks) or three-ring binders that are too busted to be binders anymore.

Obtain a used book that was mass produced (so your destruction of it does not impede anyone's access) and maybe even become a little vindictive with it.

If you can afford it, I recommend the Olfa SVR knife (~$10)

If you can afford it, upgrade your ruler to a t-square.

I really hope this resource is helpful! I want to stress how possible this is and encourage people to cherish what they love through art.

Idek how long it's been since I last posted one of these, but I'm finally feeling settled after all the life changes. Returning to old hobbies at long last :))

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Back on my Lucien/Nim crack-fic bullshit:

Absquatulate: to leave without saying goodbye

Cassandra Complex: a psychological penomenon in which someone's accurate prediction of a crisis is ignored or dismissed

Cicatrize: to find healing by the process of forming scars

Even a Worm will turn: the belief that even the most docile creature will retaliate if pushed too far

Fernweh: the ache for distant places; the urge to leave everything familiar behind

Hamartia: a fatal flaw leading to the downfall of a tragic hero

Hiraeth: homesickness for a home you can never return to

Ichor: a fluid that flows like blood in the veins of gods

Jester's Privilege: the ability and right of a jester to mock his king without fear of punishment, for nothing he says seems to matter

Lachesism: longing for the clarity that comes with living through a disaster

Lotus-Eater: a person who lives their life in a constant state of dream and fantasy

Novalunosis: the state of relaxation and wonder experienced while gazing up at the stars

Pyrrhic Victory: a victory with such devastating consequence and collateral that is becomes a 'hollow victory'

Swan Song: a final act or effort given just before death

Wanderlust: a strong desire to wander and explore the world free from any obligation

Weltschmerz: the pain that comes with the realisation that the material world will never satisfy the demands of the soul

Whistle in the Dark: to make a show of bravery despite one's fear

Yhprum's Law: 'everything that can go right will go right'

(You're not really on your own, I just had to commit to the bit.)

⚪️ Announcing the Elder Scrolls Season Unending Fest! 🔴

Starting on June 1st 2026, a new prompt will be posted to this blog at the beginning of every month (12am PST, if you're curious). What do you do with it? Well, that's up to you! Do you want to draw your OC? Write a fic? Make a moodboard? A meme? The sky is the limit.

This fest will run in perpetuity. There are no sign ups or deadlines. Older prompts will remain fair game.

[breaks into your dash like the Kool-aid man] OH YEAH! It's Wipsday, folks, and so here I am again crashing into your personal space with my favorite dolls. [jazz hands] (Listen, I have to make these intros fun for myself.) Ahem, have some more of my mad ramblings.

Gently hugging: @babydinosaur930 @inkoherentwriting @theoneandonlysemla @blossom-adventures @starfleetteddybear and anyone else who might have some things. I have been feeling really self-conscious about tagging people as of late.

“Are you my mother now?” Dusty pink begins to rise in her cheeks, a trail of heat following the path the pad of his thumb takes. “Cleaning up after me and watching my back?”

“Only if your mother would drag you into a secret underground rebellion.” He smirks as he rises from his chair, hands brushing the remnants of breakfast off the front of his jacket. “I could perhaps get things done a little faster if you helped.” 

“I could perhaps be persuaded to do so for a price.” She returns his smile easily.

“And what exactly would that be?” Anders motions her into the clinic, bodies already lining the walls just outside the door. 

“Perhaps you could show me a thing or two about that magic of yours. I am pretty curious.”

“You mean spirit healing?”

“My father had mentioned it’s pretty rare as a skill.”

“There aren’t many of us, that much is true.” Anders leads an older man with greying hair to one of the cots in his makeshift examination room. “It was just myself an Wynne back at the Circle, and we had our own theories on specializations and where they come from.” He sets to work, hands pressing carefully across the body as he listens, a crackle emanating from deep in the man’s chest. “I don’t believe I have seen yours. Do you have one, Violet?”

It had been something which plagued her in the last year before her father passed—a specialty, one which has seemingly yet to manifest in her talents. Bethany had taken after their father with the gift of force magic, being able to push away objects as she pleased and smashing them to the ground at will. Violet, however—well, no matter how many books on magical theory she had studied or how many times she had practiced in the dead of night, she had never been able to move even the smallest of pebbles.

A long stretch of silence fills the room as Anders continues to press his hands into man in front of him before finally finding the source of his troubles—several cracked ribs shift as his patient winces. More than once he had seen it happen, a secondary magic which never manifests and more than one mage made tranquil for it. His brows furrow. Usually, those mages never showed any ability for more advanced magics, but he has seen for himself her use of elemental spells at secondary levels—even her weaving them in creative ways the enchanters of the Circle never could have imagined with their boxed ways of thinking.