#Rebels at Heart zine

[mhanderszine]

REBEL HEARTS: AN M!HANDERS ZINE OFFICIAL ZINE RELEASE

On behalf of all contributors and moderators, we are proud to present the official release of Rebel Hearts: An m!Handers Zine!

This zine is the culmination of 33 fans’ love for Anders and m!Hawke, with over sixty pages of amazing art and fic for you to enjoy, entirely for free!

Though we will not be accepting money directly, we have designated Doctors Without Borders and Amnesty International as our suggested charities if you are feeling generous.

To download Rebel Hearts: An m!Handers Zine’s full package, complete with print-ready files and custom Handers emotes, please go to our official Google Drive. Please note that this zine contains works of all ratings, from general audiences to explicit.

We hope you enjoy the zine!

Cover art done by the wonderful @violaviolets

[storybookhawke]

I am so in love with how the Handers zine turned out! I also made a donation to one of the charities. Get your own at @mhanderszine !

[lumienyx]

my Justhanders piece for the @mhanderszine💙 bc these three deserve all the peace and happiness in the world (amid exciting adventures fighting for mage freedom, of course!)

check out the full zine with all the amazing contributions🥰❤️

[philon-awards]

Philon Awards 2024 Shortlist

(in alphabetical order of the title; shortlist based on the results of the nominations phase)

Short fic (word count under 10K):

And Filled With Tomorrows by Android_And_Ale

A Perfect Fit by ThereBeWhalesHere

Cherubim by vanilla_extract

Engineering a Fantasy by CampySpaceSlime

Fly Over My Grave Again by gunstreet

Harrekh t'Harrekhi by CampySpaceSlime

How to Win Plants and Influence Lizards by indeedcaptain

Seeing, Unseeing by Jenna Hilary Sinclair (JennaHilary)

The Mess Hall Incident (or why Bones really wants to eat his salad alone, thank you) by discorporating

The Sight of a Touch, or the Scent of a Sound by Moreta1848

Long fic (word count 10K-50K):

All Things Fall and Are Built Again by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin)

DESK JOBS by WerewolvesAreReal

How Do I Know He's Mine by HDDrabble

Hurt by ThereBeWhalesHere

Please Don't Take Him Just Because You Can by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin)

Space age country girl, stone cold miracle by thembonesthembones

the fine print, and other things james t. kirk doesn't read by onlyafterhours

the yeomen of the garden (and laundry) by cicak

Way from Within by gunstreet

Novella/novel (word count over 50K):

Bodyguard by BurningAmber

Grief as a four-dimensional figure by Moreta1848

I Shall Do Neither by onwhatcaptain

It's Not An Illusion by Borealisblue

mol-kur by uhuraprime

Quell the Cosmic Tides by Plus3Charisma

Regulatory Relations by indeedcaptain

The Exiles by Moreta1848

The rebel and the nerd by Moreta1848

The recitation of names by Moreta1848

Podfic:

Blood Fever (written by T'Lara) by 1lostone

I must confess (written by USS_Queertastic) by 1lostone

milk and honey (written by spaceisgay) by foundbyjohndoe

milk and honey (written by spaceisgay) by cookiemom6067

The 1,000 Hour Sleep (written by spqr) by cookiemom6067

Traditional art:

Alright mr Spock by knezidon

kiss by vanilla-phantoms

Parading with Pride by Purple_Enma

Spock's Tattoo by SButler (Shelley Butler)

Tender Hands by Purple_Enma (Tumblr post)

The Ritual by Purple_Enma (Tumblr post)

Digital art:

(untitled Spock nude) by spirk-my-love (Florian Gray)

By the Fireplace by lorvee

Captains' Gambit (comic) by lorvee (Tumblr post)

Commission for BurningAmber's fic "Bodyguard" by asyncamestel

Harrekh t'Harrekhi by Purple_Enma (Tumblr post)

Mess by eldar_of_zemlya

Morning Sex by nightcrawler1

TALKING TO GHOSTS by emilinqa

Vulcan's Forge by CelestialVoyeur (Tumblr post)

Poetry:

all of me, unguarded by indeedcaptain

blanket me by USS_Queertastic (BoldlyQueertastic)

Shared Space by CelestialVoyeur (poem is chapter 6 in a collection of poems)

The Curious Case of Captain Kirk by CelestialVoyeur (poem is chapter 5 in a collection of poems)

to have and to hold by CateAdams

Zines:

KiScon 2023 Official Zine (editor: 1lostone) (download link)

Wild Heart – A NSFW AOS Spirk zine (editors: borbtrek, remylebae, nicbutnasty) (download link)

You can also see the shortlist on this Google spreadsheet. Make a copy to have your own spreadsheet to keep track of what you've already read and how you liked it.

Voting will open on 10 September 2024! Stay tuned for the announcement. You can also find this shortlist plus the rules and explanations concerning the voting process on the KiScon website.

[disturbedbutgorgeous]

Suppose this is a good time to finally post the piece I drew for @mhanderszine Rebel Hearts Zine last year! The zine is free to download on their pinned!

I'm SO excited for DA Veilguard!! I know people hate the graphics stylization but I absolutely love it (just look at my toony art lol).

[dragonagefanevents]

Dragon Age Fan Event Listings

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Including you.

▸What are the types of fan events? - #education

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Below is a list of all Dragon Age fan-run events we can find. The links should bring you to the most recent iteration of the event. Where possible, the time period the event covers is listed next to the event.

Want to get an event listed? Check out the link and submit. Look here for multi-fandom events, or more events in general.

Event Masterlist - #compendium

Bangs

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Theme Weeks/Months

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Kink Memes

Dragon Age Kink Meme (Dreamwidth) | DAO | DA2 | DAI

Zines

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Special Events

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Past Events

Retired Bangs

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14 Days of DA Lovers

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Sub!Solas Week (2016)

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Adoribull Fairytales

Age of Romance Zine (Incomplete)

ApprovesGreatly (Incomplete)

Andoralis Zine

Arcana: A Dragon Age Zine

Arlathvhen Zine (Incomplete)

Beyond the Veil Zine (Zine)

Bring Down the Sky Bioware Fanzine

Dragon Age 2 10th Anniversary Zine (Zine)

Dragon Age Codex Zine & Myths and Legends Zine

Fortitudo Dorian Artbook

Good for Each Other (Adoribull Zine)

In Peace, Vigilance Zine

Insufficient Skill Fanzine

Legend Mark Zine

Lotus and Root OC Zine

Love Across Thedas Zine (Zine)

Na Via Lerno Victoria (Fenris Zine)

Patron of the Arts Zine

Rebel Hearts Handers Zine (Zine)

Road to the Imperium Zine

Solasmancy Zine

Sunlight (Anders Zine)

The Coming Storm Zine (Ukrainian Zine)

The Dragon Age Zine (Russian Zine)

The Keeper's Codex Fairy Tale Zine

The Unsung Dragon Age Zine

The Zevran Zine (incomplete)

Thedosian Archives (incomplete)

to be happy (FenHawke Zine)

Wicked Eyes: A Dragon Age Finery Zine

Year of the Mabari (Incomplete)

Other Past Events

Dragon Age Calendar 2018

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For Fans by Fans - Fan Forge

[ascendancyzine]

Contributor Spotlight: Ace!

ARTIST: 

Name: Ace Tumblr: @aceinspaceart instagram: ace.in.space.art

Ace is a digital artist who also crochets! They read the three Thrawn trilogies last year and fell in love with all the characters and Chiss culture as a whole. While Thrass will always be their favourite, they also enjoy any Thrawn and Eli content they come across!

Favorite Ascendancy Character: Thrass! (and Eli, everyone's favourite honourary chiss).

Favorite Star Wars book / tv show / movie?: The Clone Wars is what truly got me into Star Wars but the 2017 Thrawn trilogy has my heart.

Why (or what) are you contributing to the zine?: Thrawn became one of my favourite antagonists as soon as I saw him in rebels, which led me to read all three Thrawn trilogies. The entire Chiss culture is so fascinating to me and I love all the character dynamics that were shown in the books so I hope to show some of that in my work for this zine! Fun Fact: Apart from digital art, I also crochet and I'm planning to make a custom Eli Vanto action figure!

[reneeofthestars]

Stand Up Together

I’m so excited to finally share the short story I wrote for @legacy-rebelsfanzine​ ! 

I love Star Wars Rebels, and I’m honored to have gotten to work on this wonderful zine! 

Read on AO3     Words:1,427

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It was a dream Ephraim Bridger had grown familiar with.

He would open his eyes and find himself standing amid the grasslands of Lothal, the landscape dotted with rock formations, the sky warm with orange and gold as the sun set.

Laughter just ahead would draw his attention, and there was his son, having lured yet another loth-cat out of its nest to play. At his side, Mira took his hand in hers and leaned into him, standing on her toes to kiss him. Ephraim would wrap his arms around her, closing his eyes as he took in the peace around him, holding onto the dream as long as he could.

This time, though, the dream changed.

Ezra’s sudden silence broke him out of his reverie. When Ephraim found him again, Ezra was far ahead, his wild blue-black hair barely visible above the tall grasses. His son stood stock-still, transfixed by the sudden appearance of a white loth-wolf that towered over him.

The boy didn’t look frightened; he stared in awe at the creature, even as Ephraim’s heart leapt to his throat and he pulled Mira along, sprinting towards Ezra. The loth-wolf watched as Ephraim ran, but the creature made no move to attack. Instead, it laid down and waited patiently, yellow eyes studying him. The loth-cat Ezra had been playing with scrambled up the wolf’s back, coming to rest on its head.

Ephraim called out for Ezra, and the boy turned to him. His face split into a wide grin, showing his missing front teeth. “It’s okay, daddy!” he called, patting the loth-wolf’s leg. “It’s time to stand up!”

Ephraim woke in his cell, still reaching out for Ezra.

*

“You’re quiet,” Mira murmured as she sat beside him to eat. The pristine Imperial detainment center encased them, as devoid of expression and as militant as the stormtroopers that guarded it. The morning broadcast toting the Empire’s propaganda droned on in the background of the mess hall, masking their quiet conversation. Ephraim had learned to tune the noise out.

“I had a dream.”

She smiled knowingly, age lines crinkling around her eyes. “Ezra?”

He nodded as his throat tightened. “He told me it’s time to stand up.”

Mira choked on a laugh, then quickly sobered as a trooper guarding the door turned sharply to look at her. Once the trooper resumed his stance, she lowered her voice while picking at her rations. “I hope he remembers that.”

“I think we told him often enough.”

“He was so little. Young, I mean.” She paused thoughtfully. “Do you think he’s taking after you or me, height-wise?”

“We’ll find out, one day.”

She rested her head briefly on his shoulder, her headwrap secured around her hair. That had been one decency the Empire allowed her. The other had been allowing him to keep his beard, instead of being clean-shaven. He briefly kissed her forehead. The greatest mercy the Empire had shown was allowing them to stay together.

Of course, any time the officers thought Ephraim and Mira were speaking too loudly, too pointedly about the flaws of the Empire, or were found encouraging an ever-growing group of prisoners, they were threatened. Threatened with labor, with death, with separation. They had been punished in the last seven years of their captivity, but so far, no extreme penalty had befallen them.

Seven years. Had it really been that long?

He held his cup tightly, watching as droplets fell from the rim where they’d sloshed. Not a day went by that he didn’t think about his son. His little boy was fifteen now. How old would he be when Ephraim finally got to see him again?  

Mira’s voice pulled him from his isolation. “Do you remember,” she said, trying not to laugh, “when he turned on the broadcast when we’d gone to the market?”

Ephraim ducked his head to hide his smile from the troopers. “And announced to anyone still tuned-in that he’d drawn a picture of a Jedi in a ship fighting back against the Empire.”

“I didn’t know you could run that fast. You reached him minutes before I made it back.”

“I swear, I locked the hatch to the room.”

“I know – I watched you do it. He just had a knack for getting into places he wasn’t supposed to be.”

“Like the roof.”

“Oh!” Mira put a hand to her chest, as though the memory still made her heart flutter in worry. “If Tseebo hadn’t climbed up after him, I don’t know what I would have done!”

“I would have come over myself to get him, if you’d needed me to,” a gruff voice broke in.

A broad-shouldered man with sun-tanned skin and a white beard set his tray down with a huff across from them. A dark purple circle ringed his eye.

“Ryder.” Mira raised a hand to examine the bruise. “What happened?”

The former governor of Lothal waved her away. “I’m alright, Mira. Got into a little scuffle with the guards, that’s all.”

“What? Why?”

After making sure none of the troopers were nearby, Ryder pitched his voice low. “I caused a distraction for two of the new inmates. The Bothan and the Mon Cal? They were able to hack an outlying terminal and get a map of the facility.”

Leaning closer, Ephraim asked, “Are they planning something?”

Ryder shrugged. “Seems like they want to, but they don’t have any ideas past getting a layout of the place. Figured it was a good opportunity to get –”

The speakers buzzed; the words of the calm Imperial broadcast cut off in a burst of static. Frowning, Ephraim glanced around. Others had noticed as well; guards and prisoners alike looked to the speakers in surprise.

The static continued, and he heard an officer call over her comm to check the holonet signal. After a few moments, the interference ceased, and a strangely young male voice reverberated around the mess hall.

“We have been called criminals, but we are not. We are rebels, fighting for the people, fighting for you. I'm not that old, but I remember a time when things were better on Lothal.”

Ephraim’s heart stopped. Mira seized his wrist, her knuckles white.

“Maybe not great, but never like this. See what the Empire has done to your lives, your families, and your freedom? It's only gonna get worse…unless we stand up and fight back.”

An officer was yelling orders to cut the connection, but there was nothing they could do; the Imperial broadcasts were hardwired to play consistently throughout the prison. And now every prisoner stared at one another – dissenters, fighters, activists, and so many others – and Ephraim saw a spark in their eyes as the transmission continued.

“It won't be easy. There will be loss and sacrifice. But we can't back down just because we're afraid. That's when we need to stand the tallest. That's what my parents taught me. That's what my new family helped me remember.

“Stand up together. Because that's when we're strongest—as one!”

Another burst of static crackled over the speakers, followed by a ringing silence.

Tears filled Ephraim’s eyes, and he let them fall, his heart swelling with so many emotions he thought it might burst. Relief, pride, concern, love, all swirled into a bubble that finally broke through as a sob.

Mira’s hands were shaking as she gripped him tightly. “He’s alright,” she whispered against his cheek. “Ezra’s alright.”

“Ezra?” Ryder frowned. “You think that was him?”

“She’s right,” Ephraim murmured, pulling her close. His tears stained her headwrap, but it didn’t matter. “The way he spoke, the phrases he used – it’s the same things we’d say in our broadcasts.”

“His voice sounds just like you when we were younger.” Mira smiled through her own tears. “He’s out there, fighting for the free galaxy we wanted for him. And with a family – Ephraim, someone’s looking out for him.”

The buzzer sounded, alerting all detainees that they were to return to their cells. The stormtroopers seemed rattled; they snapped at the closest prisoners to move faster, grips tight on their blasters, helmets swiveling as they scanned the mess hall.

Ephraim stood, but a lightness in his chest made him pause. He met Mira’s eyes; determination danced in her gaze, and she nodded once. Their son was out there, standing up for others, standing against the Empire. And it was high time Ephraim and Mira joined him.

Ryder glanced between them. “I know that look,” he muttered uneasily.

Ephraim clapped him on the shoulder. “Stand tall, Ryder. It’s time to act.” 

*

[taruchinator]

🌸 Teen Audiences

🌸 1k Words

🌸 For the @noragamizines!

It was almost eerie how beautiful the sight that greeted him was.

Serene and secluded mountain terrains that were undoubtedly explored by many others before him, yet none would've imagined that they were strolling right past a corpse. A twisted joke was displayed in front of the blond with the appearance of tranquil flora, which surrounded something that didn't quite belong.

A broken refrigerator— Haruki's gravesite.

Hello everyone! Alice here! ^^

Another project I was helping cook up this year was the Noragami Finale Zine! I was assigned to write a story for the Ooharai Arc (aka where my boy Yukine just goes back to his rebel roots), and I'm honestly quite happy with how it turned out~

Noragami was the first series that truly got me into anime, and that's why it will always hold a special place in my heart!

“I believe our mother was intercepting the letters, and maybe even sending them back, too…” Yuka spoke barely above a whisper, her eyes never leaving the crinkly old envelopes that lay in the box in front of her.

Haruki could only stare in disbelief at the words that left his sister's mouth. Their mother couldn't have possibly done that, could she? During his entire childhood, the woman had been nothing but kind and supportive to them both, her only flaw ever being how forgiving she was of their father's actions. Yet the blond couldn't bring himself to blame her for leaving him with that monster, even if he wanted to.

But if what Yuka said was true, he didn't know what to feel anymore.

“Not even she wanted you. Nobody wanted you.” The voice in his head whispered those ugly words as it'd been doing so recently, but Haruki did his best to ignore them. They weren't true after all, since he knew for a fact that his sister loved him. Even if no one else did.

“I knew what he was doing to Haruki, yet I never mustered the courage to actually go see him.” His sister's voice wavered as silent tears began rolling down her cheeks. “I was worried he would hate me for abandoning him, so I never stopped apologizing in my letters, hoping that one day he'd come see me so we could work things out…”

“I did come!” The blond couldn't bear hearing her say these things. Lies that she fabricated in her mind out of guilt. “I could never hate you! I'm right here, Yuka!”

In that instant however, reality came crashing down on him when the young girl from his memories turned into an older woman, features still the same, but laced with the inevitable grip of mortality. Wrinkles appeared on her forehead as she forced a smile. “But he never did. That means Haruki's dead, isn't he?”

“You worthless brat… wanting to leave me too, huh? After all I've done for you!”

Hiyori placed a hand on top of Yuka's in a matter of reassurance, but at this point everything they were saying was white noise to Haruki's ears. His breathing became raggedy and agitated, despite the fact that his lungs didn't require any air. Not anymore.

“That bitch don't care about you! Nobody does! Why you think she took your sister instead o' you?!”

Images of his father began seeping into his mind uninvited, and it all immediately prompted him to leave the house and travel to another location that at some point his mind had started to forget. He didn't want to believe it—he really didn't—so he had to see it for himself. He wouldn't believe it otherwise.

It was almost eerie how beautiful the sight that greeted him was. Serene and secluded mountain terrains that were undoubtedly explored by many others before him, yet none would've imagined that they were strolling right past a corpse. A twisted joke was displayed in front of the blond with the appearance of tranquil flora, which surrounded something that didn't quite belong: A broken refrigerator.

Haruki's gravesite.

“You dying ain't my fault. It's divine punishment…”

Shivers ran up his spine as his knees gave up on him, causing him to collapse as he stared at the open makeshift casket. The place he took his final breath as he kept begging for an explanation, for mercy, for anything. But the eyes that looked down on him held nothing but pure unadulterated hatred.

“See ya, Haruki.”

“I'm dead…” Haruki's voice quivered with silent tears staining his clothes. Memories flooded back in a rush, and it was all too overwhelming as he gripped at the grass below his feet. “I-I'm actually dead. I don't belong anywhere—”

Suddenly something bumped against his palm from the inside of his pocket, slightly bringing him out of his dismay. After searching into his coat, the blond was surprised by what he'd discovered, eyeing it with curiosity. The wooden omamori was rough against his fingers since it was most definitely carved by hand, and the discarded yet familiar name written on it brought a warmth to his nonexistent beating heart.

Haruki had received it from Yato a long time ago—a memory from a life that didn't seem his own despite having become a Blessed Vessel in order to protect it. The feelings of jealousy and rage that consumed him back then seemed inconsequential now, while holding a physical reminder of the people he'd left behind in search of his truth.

Haruki had simply thrown them all away.

“How will they ever forgive me?” The reality of the situation was beginning to dawn on him as if he didn't have enough to deal with already. His betrayal, joining forces with Father, fighting those he swore he'd protect with everything he had. “Dad was right… nobody could ever love someone like me…”

“Yukine!”

The voice calling out eventually reached him, making Haruki realize that at some point his physical form left the battlefield to come to this place. Tentative steps could be heard rustling the grass, but the blond didn't have to look up to know who it was.

“Yukine… Are you okay?” It was a silly question, but laced with so much worry that Haruki couldn't help but lift his gaze to look into those familiar blue orbs. They held nothing but concern, which was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Yukine launched himself into the man's arms, sobbing and burying his nose into the scent of sweat that he missed so much. His entire body was shaking. “I-I'm sorry… I'm so sorry!”

Yato held him close with tears of his own flowing onto the blond's cheek. “It's okay Yukine… It's all going to be okay.”

Yukine didn't know what the future held. Fate was messy, convoluted and not always fair. But there was one thing he knew for certain—he'd never have to go at it alone.

Never again.

✦ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬! ✦

[probably-enjoying-this]

“Vila weighs seventy-three kilos, Avon.”

The door closed on its own, inches from Vila’s face, and all Vila could do was sit and stare at the metal, unseeing, fear flooding his bones. No way out but one, and Orac had found it, but Avon wouldn’t, he’d never.

Would he?

Vila’s feet knew the answer before his heart would admit it, and he was down the ladder, hunting for the rungs blindly, hands slipping with sweat, then once halfway down he let himself fall the rest of the way; he’d misjudged the height and the pain of the impact shot all the way from ankle to knee, and he knew that if he broke his leg he was dead. Where could he hide? He blinked away tears of agony, swiping at his face, cursing quietly at the salt in his eyes because he couldn’t afford not to see. It wasn’t a large shuttle; he couldn’t go back up; Avon would be coming from there, any moment now, and he needed to get away—but where to, where? There was just the cargo hold, but Avon had sent Vila there, he’d expect him—

“Vila?”

The cloying voice slid down Vila’s spine, and his last feeble hope that Avon didn’t mean to kill him shriveled away into nothingness. Avon had never sounded like that, not in all of their time together, not in their worst moments. Vila hit the door lock, and he was in the cargo hold, the only place he could go, his legs still burning in pain but blessedly not broken, and the voice—that voice—followed him like in a nightmare, “Vila, Vila,” and he slammed the door mechanism shut to keep it out.

He had no time to pick out a good hiding place. He climbed up into a compartment at random, in the back and in the shadow as far as possible. Would it be enough? There was nothing he could use to block the view and hide behind. If only he’d looked for another option: the racks in the back, perhaps, or maybe a panel in the wall—but then he heard the door opening, loud in the silence, and he knew he was in it for good or ill. 

“Vila? Are you here?”

He folded his legs as close to his chest as he could and trembled, not daring to breathe. 

“I need your help,” the voice that wasn’t Avon’s voice said.

The door whooshed shut, and they were sealed together in their private crypt. 

“Vila, I know you’re here. Come out.”

He could faintly hear boots on metal, stepping softly to muffle the noise: a predator’s steps. And then Avon turned a corner and Vila could see him. He could see the gun in Avon’s hand, too.

Vila shut his eyes, like a child hiding in plain sight who thought he’d not be seen—but that was even worse; he had to look; he didn’t want to look. 

“Vila. I know how they did it but I need your help. Please help me.”

Avon was right underneath, now. One glance upwards would be all it would take, and there was nothing Vila could do, nothing at all. 

There was scattered cargo at Avon’s feet: some sort of transparent cube, hard to see. If he tripped, that would be Vila’s one chance; he could drop and try to disarm him. He planned the motion, the best way to grab Avon’s arm that held the gun; he could fight well if he had time to plan, it was not so different from a sleight-of-hand trick. He closed his fist as he thought of how to throw the punch—and his trembling elbow hit the panel at his side and dislodged a metal piece that fell to the floor, clattering loudly.

A hand was on his collar, yanking brutally hard; he was falling face first, and the floor came up to meet him. He’d lost.

“Get up,” Avon rasped into his ear, too loud and too close.

Continue reading on Ao3

Originally published in the Blake's 7 zine Rebels and Fools #7

[handers-time]

Hey hey! Are y'all expecting to host another event for 2023? Just trying to figure out what to look forward to. I participated in one a couple years ago and had a great time! Hopefully I can get in on the next event!

Hi Ocean! No, this year I do not intend to run the Handers-time exchange for several reasons, namely that I do not have the time to give the exchange the attention it deserves. That being said, there are several Handers & Anders related exchanges that Anders fans may be interested in taking place over the next few weeks!

The Rebel Hearts mhanders zine is gauging interest from artists and authors in participating - signups will be opening soon judging from their schedule.

The Secret Sanders Summerbang will be running from May 1st-September 1st (here's the link) - this is open to any Anders ship.

If I see any Anders events I will continue to reblog them here to promote them and raise awareness, but otherwise, see you guys in 2024!

[mhanderszine]

❤️💚 CONTRIBUTOR SPOTLIGHT: SADMAGES 💚❤️

We are excited to announce that @sadmages is an artist for the upcoming Rebel Hearts: An m!Handers Zine!

[storybookhawke]

When that moon is big and bright... Everybody's dancin' in the moonlight

I am pleased to finally share my contribution to Rebel Hearts: An m!Handers Zine! @mhanderszine You can download the free (print-ready) PDF here!

[miraculan-draws]

Just wanna say I LOVED the art you did for the Rebel Hearts zine ❤️. The greens and blues made it look sooooo dreamy ✨️.

THANK YOU i was cursing myself for the amount of bg and Objects i included but my the time i was doing my finishing touches i was soooo happy with it im glad you like it!!!

Here's the release post with info/details!!

[whatsonmedia]

Dive into Punk Rock Paradise: SBÄM Fest 2024

Calling all punk rock rebels and music lovers! Gear up for an explosive weekend of electrifying music, skateboarding, and DIY culture at SBÄM Fest 2024, happening from May 31st to June 1st in the heart of Linz, Austria. Immerse yourself in a vibrant celebration of punk rock's legacy, featuring legendary bands, up-and-coming talents, and a spirit of artistic independence. A Punk Rock Pilgrimage: Mosh Pits and Unforgettable Music SBÄM Fest isn't just a festival; it's a pilgrimage for punk rock devotees. Witness iconic bands reignite the mosh pits with classic anthems, discover the next generation of punk heroes, and lose yourself in the raw energy that defines the genre. (Stay tuned for the lineup announcement on the festival website. Embrace the DIY Spirit: Beyond the Music SBÄM Fest goes beyond the music, celebrating the heart of punk rock - the DIY (do-it-yourself) ethos. Explore a dedicated area showcasing independent artists, record labels, and zines. Unearth unique creations, support underground talent, and experience the artistic independence that fuels the punk movement. More Than Mosh Pits: A Celebration for All Punks This festival caters to all facets of punk culture. Witness a one-of-a-kind Drag King & Queen wrestling show, fusing punk spirit with performance art. Take a break from the music and shred some moves at the on-site Mini-Ramp, hosted by skateboarding legend Chris Cab. Unveil Linz's Hidden Gems SBÄM Fest is your gateway to exploring Linz. When you're not moshing or discovering new artists, delve into the city's rich history, vibrant art scene, and the delectable flavors of Austrian cuisine. Don't Miss Out on SBÄM Fest! Secure your tickets, gather your fellow punks, and get ready for an unforgettable weekend of music, art, and pure punk rock energy. SBÄM Fest 2024 awaits! Ready to Unleash Your Inner Punk Rocker? Head over to the SBÄM Fest website for tickets, lineup updates, and everything you need to know Read the full article

[ajoytobeheld]

Los Campesinos! Record box project 2009: the winner!!

September 29th, 2009

So here it is…

For four long weeks we scoured the independent record shops of the United States of America for what we deemed the best 7″s they had to offer. We then, selflessly offered them up to you guys to win, in what was, with hindsight, a ridiculously dull final competition question. Please, I assure you, it was just as boring for me to have to go through the 127 (ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SEVEN. Seriously guys, we’ve not even sold that many ALBUMS) entries we received. And you lot didn’t even have the decency to present your answers in a HILARIOUS video.

The fruits on offer were as follows:

Xiu Xiu/High Places 7″ Split (includes David Horvitz polaroid)

Lovvers Laughing Man 7″

Casiotone For The Painfully Alone Town Topic EP

BARR The Song Is The Single 7″

Dan Deacon/Future Islands 7″ Split

Cheap Time Woodland Drive 7″

Telepathe/Effi Briest 7″ Split.

Tokyo Police Club Tessellate 7″ (featuring Tom Campesinos! remix)

Zola Jesus Poor Sons 7″

No Age Eraser 7″ (SIGNED!!)

HEALTH Die Slow 7″

Times New Viking Stay Awake 7″ EP

bis Sweet Shop Avengerz 7″

Abe Vigoda Animal Ghosts 7″

Deerhunter Nothing Ever Happened 7″

Big Black He’s A Whore/The Model 7″

Bikini Kill New Radio/Rebel Girl/Demi Rep 7″

Art Brut Alcoholics Unanimous 7″

Q And Not U Hot And Informed 7″

The Smiths William, It Was Really Nothing/Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want 7″

The Hot Puppies Somewhere 7″

The Housemartins Five Get Over Excited 7″

Fucked Up Year Of The Pig 7″

Les Savy Fav Plagues And Snakes 7″ (Wake Up A Snake/Raging In The Plague Age)

Electrelane In Berlin 7″

The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart Young Adult Friction 7″

Preston School Of Industry Falling Away 7″

Dead Science Tomlab Alphabet Singles Series 7″

The Mountain Goats Palmcoder Yajna 7″

Hearts Of Animals Hearts Of Animals 7″

Help She Can’t Swim Hospital Drama 7″

Vivian Girls Surf’s Up 7″

Gossip Gossip 7″

The xx Crystalised 7″

Low Santa’s Coming Over

The Locust/Melt Banana Split 7″

Mudhoney Touch Me I’m Sick 7″

Blonde Redhead Symphony of Treble 7″

Sounds Of The American Fast Food Restaurants – 10 Authentic Field Recordings 7″

Voxtrot Blood Red Blood 7″

Scout Niblett It’s Time My Beloved 7″

The New Trust Dark Is The Path Which Lies Before Us 7″ Album

Vivian Girls Wild Eyes 7″

Parenthetical Girls A Song For Ellie Greenwich 7″

Sleater-Kinney Get Up 7″

Dananananaykroyd Pink Sabbath 7″

Dananananaykroyd Black Wax 7″

Girls Lust For Life 7″

Miscellaneous Badges

A couple of ‘Zines

The box will also include the first signed 7″ of our There Are Listed Buildings single. Kind of puts the rest of that crap into perspective, doesn’t it?

Here is a photograph of Kim and myself holding the record box, just moments after thinking “this blog’s a bit text heavy, best get a picture in there”.

The suspense is killing you, I’m sure. This is just one of the many tricks of the trade I learnt from Kate Thornton, when we used to…well, enough about that. At the end of the day…there can be only one winner, and that winner is:

LOIS HADGRAFT.

What a lucky sod, hey?

Guys, thank you for all your entries and for following the competition. We’ll do something similar  but less tiresome, sometime soon. Part of the reason it’s taken so long to announce the winner is because it was breaking my heart that you couldn’t all have a Record Box. And the fact I didn’t want to have to give it up.

Keep it Real,

G-Money.