#brainless-scarecrow

Bound two of my favourite (Stucky) fanfics by @brainless-scarecrow! Thank you for letting me bind them.

I tried my hand at some (fake) leather and hot foiling. Really happy with the pineapple and the art on the back, I should’ve gone with a little bigger font for the spine to increase the readability. Also experimented with some spine material, next time I’m gonna try something different to get some crisper edges on the top and bottom. I even did the headbands in pineapple colours! 

Overall really chuffed with the result (I don’t think I’ve managed to cut the edges of my text block this straight and neat so far)! 

Read the masterpieces themselves here:

Captain Fantastic and the Pineapple King  30,478 Words || Teen and Up

The Ungraceful Act of Falling 149,516 Words || 25 Chapters || E 

So after doing this, I made a version/two copies for the lovely @brainless-scarecrow​.

This took me a little while (read ±6 months) to actually get to, but I did it!

I might have gotten a bit arrogant when it comes tot he fake leathers I have, because I never had trouble with heat foiling. Until this navy leather. It was a nightmare, it melted or the foil didn’t stick at all. The one good thing is that I found out about this when I was foiling a small Red, White and Royal Blue’s emails booklet as a birthday gift to a friend. Since I already had wrapped the boards in the fake leather (something I didn’t want to redo) I tried using the pressure-activated gold foil from cricut and to my relief it worked! I used a varnish to keep if from rubbing off (in the hope that the fake leather will not react weirdly to that either).

As for the results:

Captain Fantastic and the Pineapple King 

30,478 Words || Teen and Up

Cover by didbuckygetaplum, pineapple by me. 

The Ungraceful Act of Falling

149,516 Words || 25 Chapters || E

Covers by me, inspired by this art and this art. 

Endpapers 

“Bucky Barnes was cold. He felt like he’d been cold for months now; doing nothing but experiencing one unending chill after another. He’d been cold in England, and again in Italy, and again especially in Austria – both while he was kept in an underground cell, and when he was strapped without cover to the unforgiving metal of Zola’s lab table. But Steve… Steve Rogers was sunshine. Everything about him was warm, from his crinkly-eyed smile to his white-hot rage. Steve was Coney Island on a summer’s day; lying back on high rooftops to watch fireworks on the 4th of July; drinking stolen whiskey in his parent’s living room… Loving Steve was a fact – simple and plain, like breathing air or bleeding red; loving Steve was soldered into his skin like a tattoo – it buzzed in his brain like its own kind of high. It was a part of who he was.”

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