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princerevenant · 5 months
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"That was all Carlos. He carried you here and he treated you himself, crazy bastard."
here is my guest piece for Remembrance zine!
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my piece for the @remembrancezine :)
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cfeather · 1 year
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light upon the sea
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pineflowerart · 1 year
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My two pieces for Journey of Remembrance (@ JoRzine on Twitter)! This zine is free to download, and features parts of BotW Link's journey to recall his past. The larger blue piece is my own take on a memory of Link's training with the Royal Guard, and the second piece is the splash art to accompany the opening written portion of the zine (written by @ mickey_taco on Twitter)!
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jimmyjims · 1 year
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The spot art I drew for Heleentje’s fic in the Journey of Remembrance Zine! :) The zine is available for free digitally!
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ginneke · 1 year
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Written for the Journey of Remembrance fanzine
As Link journeys across Hyrule, the loneliest gaps in his missing memories turn out to be very close to home.
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Check out @flutefemme‘s spot art for this piece here! She did a wonderful job of capturing the wistful vibes I was trying to go for in this piece.
You can find the full zine here:
https://twitter.com/JoRZine/status/1606130055494569984
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bestiaryforukraine · 2 years
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🦅👀 Interest Check Results Are In! 👀🦅
A massive thank you for all your suggestions! We have now settled on our official name, Misplaced Creatures- A Bestiary for Ukraine.
Check out the results for the rest of the interest check below:
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We would also like to acknowledge that today, August 28, is Rainbow Bridge Animal Remembrance Day and would like to take a moment to remember the pets that are no longer with us.
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While the pain of losing a pet somewhat heals over time, they are never forgotten, and today is their day.
Signed,
The BFU Curators Committee
🐾[ Carrd || Mod Intros || Twitter ]🪶
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[Reblogs appreciated tysm!!] @faneventshub, @zinefeed
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diddlymarsh · 1 year
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TEXAS TRANSGENDER EMBASSY (of the greater portland area) VOL. 5: Issue in Mourning
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flutefemme · 2 months
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Happy 7th Birthday, Breath of the Wild!
Your story pulled me in during a very, very difficult time in my life and taught me how to care about myself outside of who I am at work, to prioritize my own health over performance, and to introduce me to a community that has made my life infinitely more joyful.
These two fictional kids have changed my life for the better, and I will never stop loving them! This is a piece I drew a while back for The Journey of Remembrance free digital zine.
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euniexenoblade · 5 months
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Some pictures of the Trans Day of Remembrance event at 7th Circle Music Collective in Denver, CO, hosted by Rise Up Trans Rights with some free food provided by East Colfax Care Collective. Despite no shots of people (this is done to protect organizers and attendees), we had an incredible turn out. The event included an obvious memorial for those we lost and a moment of silence, but also intended to celebrate trans life, having speeches, punk bands, free zines, and free food. I spent my time handing out food to people and seeing each person's unique smile was a wonderful experience that can't be replicated.
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christiansorrell · 5 months
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Memory Manifest - a solo game (for free!)
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Memory Manifest is a solo game where you, real life you - not a character, are recruited by DeSERT's Well-Remembered Artifact division and given instructions on how to tunnel back to foundational memories and retrieve artifacts imbued with power by your lifelong remembrance.
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It's a short 8-page zine I dreamt up last night and threw together today as this month's TTRPG freebie for my newsletter. It's small but interesting (to me anyway), and I'm excited to mess more with this thought experiment kind of game in the future.
You can find it about halfway through the latest issue of Missives from the MeatCastle, my monthly newsletter.
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rustbeltjessie · 2 months
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Hey friends—I, once again, could really really use some $$, and I decided to add a poll for traction cuz that seems to work on other people's posts. Anyway. I'm not in dire dire straits, in that my rent and utility bills are paid for the month, and we currently have food, but I'm basically entirely out of money otherwise. I need to make sure I can put gas in the car (it's almost on empty, and my kids both have doctor and dentist appointments coming up in the next couple weeks), as well as have money for other bills, household goods other than food, and anything else that might come up. My goal right now is $150-$300, but of course more than that would be even more helpful, as it would leave me in a better place heading into March.
Ways you can support me:
I have a Ko-fi, where you can purchase things I made, commission me for a custom collage, or hire me to proofread or line-edit your writing. If you're looking for zines to read, I have many. My main project right now is a year-long zine subscription, where I send you 1-3 mini zines every month. It's never too late to sign up—you can do it month-by-month, a six-month subscription will get you any combination of past and future zines that total up to six months' worth, and if you sign up for the full year at any point you will receive all past and future issues. February's zines, which will be sent out sometime in the next ten days, are going to be one containing a couple excerpts from the novel I'm writing, and another that's a remembrance of an old friend and a favorite band. I also got a pin (badge) maker for my birthday, and I've now put some of my designs up for sale on my Ko-fi.
Speaking of pins: I'm unofficially offering custom pin commissions. I'm not offering the type of service where you can send me your own design and I'll make hundreds of pins from it. What I mean is, for a base fee, you can commission me to design a custom pin for you. The base fee will include one pin made from the custom design. For an extra fee, you can pay for up to 10 more. If you are interested in something like that, please DM me, or email me at coeur(dot)de(dot)fantome(at)gmail(dot)com.
And, as always, if you appreciate the art and writing I share for free on my blog, in my Substack, and elsewhere, you can just tip me—either directly through Tumblr, or via Ko-fi, P*yP*l, or V*nmo.
P.S. If you live outside the US and need help calculating shipping costs, or you want to order something/hire or commission me but you prefer to do it outside Ko-fi, please DM or email me.
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And, as always, reblogging/boosting this post helps, too. 🖤💗
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between-star · 1 year
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It's warm, but i can't remember
From Zine i joined Journey of Remembrance
Click here to see all artists, writers, musician, and contributors works! Thank you so much for the chance 😊💕🌟
Journey of Remembrance Zine
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kumeko · 23 days
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A/N: For the @dimileth-seasons-of-change zine! I had a drabble based in spring, and with the ideas of cleaning, cleansing, and starting anew, I wanted a piece on the two lovebirds letting go of their regrets and grief.
Despite a surprise attack and a war spanning six years, Jeralt’s room was exactly how Byleth had left it. Bookshelves filled with tactical books, drawers filled with parchment and broken quills, a worn cloak hanging behind the door; it felt like just yesterday Byleth had walked in here to talk to her father.
It felt like just yesterday he had promised to tell her everything after he returned.
And in a sense, it had been just yesterday—even now, Byleth’s memories pre-war were like freshly healed scars, still easy to prick and bleed. It was hard to think it had been years since anyone had set foot in here. It was harder still to think her father was dead. The dust and cobwebs were the only proof of the passage of time.
“Byleth? Are you alright?” Dimitri asked quietly, his hand gently wrapping around her own. For all his strength, his grip was easy enough to break out of if she wished. Years had passed but he was ever considerate.
She clasped his hand tightly. His rough skin was soothing. Byleth glanced down at the threshold and bit her cheek. “I’m fine. Just…reminiscing.”
Dimitri didn’t press the matter, merely nodding in agreement. With the ghosts he carried, he must have spent his fair share trapped in memories. He rubbed his thumb along the side of her clasped hand comfortingly. “Unfortunately, I did not have the opportunity to visit Jeralt here as much as I wished.”
“Me neither.” Forcing herself to enter the room, Byleth finally released Dimitri’s hand as she slowly walked around the room. Everything was as she’d remembered, as though her father would stroll back in, a hearty laugh on his lips. His brown cloak still hung on the wall. She remembered buying it with her father. She remembered exactly when and how it had gotten torn and patched up over the years. “We spent most of our time traveling. I don’t think he actually thought of it as his room.”
“From what I recall, neither did you, Professor.” Dimitri looked too big in the small room, his massive frame awkward and out of place. It was like watching a caged lion. He remained still as he scanned his surroundings, taking it in. “Your room was as sparsely decorated.”
Byleth chuckled, recalling the few times he had entered her chambers. “That’s true. I’m not used to…owning things.”
Or having a place to call home.
Or having someone wait for her at home. Byleth peeked back at Dimitri, his body still attuned to hers even as he examined the room. She had received a lot of things ever since she’d first met him but the biggest was a sense of belonging.
She let go of the cloak and turned to the desk. There were few things of value in this room but they were all she had left of Jeralt. The only signs that he had ever existed. A lump formed in her throat as she picked up a parchment with his writing on it. “I didn’t expect it to be this hard.”
A warm arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her back into a firm chest. Dimitri leaned down and pressed a tender kiss on her head. “It will get easier with time.”
Byleth hadn’t meant to say it aloud but his response was reassuring. She reached up, her hand gripping his forearm, her head resting on his chest. It wasn’t something she had thought about before, but he had gone through this too, hadn’t he? And while she only had this small room, where everything her father owned could fit into a single trunk, Dimitri had to deal with an entire castle filled with his parents’ remembrances.
Will it? She almost asked. This was just her father’s memory. Byleth had yet to go down a floor, had yet to look at her ex-students’ rooms, at the dead Golden Deer and Black Eagle dorms. Dimitri sometimes looked at his hand as though he could still feel Edelgard’s still cooling blood. Her own hand still remembered clashing with Claude, her sword too heavy as she swung down.
For today, though, it was enough to deal with one ghost, one haunting. Byleth took a deep breath and pulled away from his embrace.
“Shall I help? Dimitri asked softly, his arms falling limply to his side.
“No.” Byleth turned around and gently grasped his hand. She brushed her thumb against the back of his hand reassuringly. “But stay.”
He smiled, his expression impossibly soft. “Of course.”
“And after…” Byleth closed her eyes. She had put this off for far too long. “We can visit my parents’ graves.”
“I was hoping we would.” Dimitri intertwined their fingers and gently rubbed her engagement ring. His gaze turned solemn. Quietly, he said, “I hope to get their blessing.”
“Blessing…” Byleth glanced at her ring, then up at him. It was something she had never considered; she had never been one to look at her ghosts. Perhaps there was some value with talking to the dead. Squeezing his hand, she nodded. “Me too.”
Bemused, Dimitri cocked his head. “You as well?”
“When we return home,” and the word sounded so light and sweet on her lips, “I’ll get your parents’ blessing too.”
Dimitri’s smile grew broader. “Home,” he repeated as he kissed her hand. “I did not think I would like the sound of that as much as I do.”
“Me neither,” Byleth replied honestly, pulling him down for a proper kiss. Home was still not something she was familiar with, but this time, she was willing to try.
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rainynie · 1 year
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My illustration celebrating the first year of the worldwide release of 13 sentinels: aegis rim! It was part of the zine Remembrance that you can get here for free !
This game is very important for me and my art, if you can please check out the game !
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evil-robot-cat · 1 year
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Having spent part of his youth in Zora's Domain, Link surely received his education there, too. I suspect Mipha snuck off to join the other students many times - to her private tutor's horror.
This is my piece for the Journey of Remembrance zine. It's a free digital release, so you can download the whole book, plus digital extras and music!
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