Sometime when my older siblings were little, my dad discovered that they found stories about his childhood more entertaining if he told them as "One time my friend Frederick..." instead of "One time when I was a kid...", and thus Frederick Stories were born.
I loved hearing Frederick Stories growing up, and so did all of my siblings. At some point, Dad decided to write (some of) them down, and a year or two ago I asked him for the file.
And now, currently in the mail to arrive late for Christmas, is a hand-bound copy of his book.
Two copies, actually, because I'm also sending one to his parents. He mentioned in the introduction that when he had first written these stories down, he had given them a copy for Christmas, and I thought they would like to have another, probably more nicely bound, one.
There's a third copy for me, but it took me long enough to finish these two before Christmas, and my copy isn't finished yet. Mostly, but not quite.
It is bound in a nice brown cloth I have, and titled with gold paint, because I thought it would lend it a sort of Old Book vibe that I thought would go well with the title.
Hence also the gothic font for the title.
I also did a few experiments with ways of turning cloth into bookcloth, which is why the two books are a bit different in color. The one on the right in the above picture is the original cloth color.
The edges are gilded with the same gold paint as the title is done in, which also helps with the Old Fancy Book vibe I wanted.
Almost all of the stories opened with "One day, Frederick..." or "One time, Frederick...", and I picked a nice ornamental font for the dropcaps there.
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my friends with depression: keep your birthday cards. i am begging you. i have mine in a drawer and when i start to feel especially worthless, i read through them and there’s my lost grandpa saying i love you, my favorite aunt’s funny cards, my parents actually writing heartfelt things, and doodles from friends from all throughout my life, usually with something innocent like “you’re cool, like your style.”
keep your birthday cards.
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Hello! Here are some fun facts about me!
I am...
quite pale
permanently tired-looking with shadowy circles under my eyes
naturally very protective of and reluctant to part with my blood (nurses HATE him)
sensitive to bright light
unfortunately rather hairless
liable to use unnecessarily formal/stilted language at the drop of a hat
fairly nocturnal
a hermit
currently obsessed with victorian aesthetics (for writing purposes, but still)
literally allergic to sunlight, I think???
and I have to say, it is horribly cruel of the universe to make me so vampire-coded when it is my god-given, transgender right to be a goddamn werewolf.
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