#band fanmerch

[magicalshopping]

♡ Vibe Check (B-Grade) Charms by Frankenbrainied ♡

[supersymmetries]

thank you to the wonderful @psyche13 for these bracelets, and all the extra trinkets! i'm gonna be wearing these like a bird that's been banded by a scientist. support a fellow muser's work if you can!

[tonyglowheart]

the "tumblr making merch (FOR THE TUMBLR USERBASE I might add) based on content on tumblr is them as an Evil Corporation TM deciding they own the 'content'" argument is so interesting to me because like, sure the merch is based of memes generated by others, but short of them flat-out stealing like designs. .is this not more similar to fanwork, in which fan merch is based on an IP/concept/meme not your own, and yet the concept for the merch/designs for the merch are.

Like, I don't think this is some evil corporation saying they now own the copyright to some meme. They are the house you are living in and they are participating in the environment in which you have created in their house. Which they are hosting at their cost and you are not charged a fee for. Like, the host knows what's going on and, in a way, celebrates it. Is that not what we want from a platform. like, that, and not the platform trying to mold the userbase into a shape they think would be most profitable to advertisers.

Idk I mean. I just do not think tumblr trying to make merch based on. itself/its own culture. for its own audience. to explore avenues of revenue to keep the lights on. is some slippery slope to tumblr becoming a facebook-esque Evil Corporation TM.

[sofiaruelle]

remember these shirts? welllllll….. “Stardrop Saloon” is up on my redbubble.

not me pretending I know how to design a t-shirt.

[mondaymelon]

meet me backstage.♡ (6reeze x gn!reader)

(written handcanon style with aether, xiao, venti, kazuha, heizou, and wanderer)

(a/n) this took me so long so im praying it doesnt flop (人´口`)

total wordcount - 3,382! (extra long since i wasnt able to post yesterday)

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aether ♡

aether, or better known as starbound✩, is someone you've known for a long time, even before his debut as an idol.

you know his potential better than anyone, so it's no shock to you when his popularity skyrockets, and he's even able to form a band named 6reeze. But as he gains more and more fame, with shows, practice rehearsals, vocal and dance coaching, board meetings, tours, and fan meet-n-greets filling up any free space in his schedule, suddenly, you conversations and hangouts grow scarce.

so you're ecstatic when he invites you to one of his shows even gifting you vip front row tickets.

you've never actually been to one of his performances before, mostly because aether shoots it down each time, mumbling something about how it's "embarrassing beyond belief," his face and tips of his ears flushed red each time you bring it up.

you don't catch a wink of sleep the night before the show - too busy preparing all the fanmerch you've so lovingly compiled.

in the morning, you're blown away of how many people are gathered at the entrance, and by noon the crowd has just about settled into their concert seats - yours being in the very front row.

the performance blows you away - every part of it is immaculate. all of their moves are fluid and rhythmic, but still, aether is the one that stands out to you the most.

the way his golden hair whips back and forth as he moves, the way his eyes light up when he spots you in the crowd, the way his smooth voice rings out from the stage, and the way his face is flushed from effort as he dances to the beat. then, he extends his hand outward, blowing a kiss to the crowd, and about half of the audience squeals with excitement and swoons dramatically. and then, so subtle you almost miss it, he locks eyes with you and mouths silently, "meet me backstage."

and when you do, glancing around the rooms for any sight of the blonde man, something, or rather, someone, pulls you in, grabbing you gently by the wrist and pushing it against the wall. you're barely able to register aether's familiar golden hair and eyes before he leans forward, closing the gap between the two of you, his hot breath fanning your face as he presses his lips against yours. and just for a moment, everything fades away until the only thing you can see before you and the only thing you can feel is him. and only him.

"that kiss was for the crowd. this one was for you, sweetheart.♡"

xiao ♡

alatus was his stage name.

and he was cold to you, but that wasn't really a surprise to anyone. he was cold to many and all. and it wasn't like it bothered you, either. you were glad to know him.

so when you heard that the indifferent, unapproachable xiao was an idol, and in a group no less, it was utterly shocking. you just couldn't picture the male on a stage, dancing to pop music and sending crowds of fangirls swooning.

...okay, maybe you could imagine the last part. even you would admit that xiao was handsome. dark, silky smooth hair with startling teal highlights and honey-like amber eyes... it would just about sway anyone's resolve, not excluding yours.

as for your relationship with the man, the two of you had been classmates for years, and over that time you had grown pretty close to him, or at least, you'd like to think. you still kept in touch with him, and xiao occasionally invited you out to dinner or to come over, but it had been a while since the last invite. from what he had told you, his schedule had gotten a lot busier. it was a shame.

after a moment of thinking, you come to a brilliant idea - you'll attend xiao's next performance and surprise him! just imagining the shocked look on his face immediately brightens your mood.

so when you do settle in your front row seats, waving your glowing teal lightsticks, and xiao finally turns around and spots you, he does a complete double-take. his mouth hangs slightly open and his golden eyes widen by just a fraction, and you can see his confusion slowly spread across his face.

"what are you doing here??" he mouths to you frantically.

you just grin at him and cheer louder.

"ugh... you- meet me backstage after this."

that's what he had said. so why wasn't he here?? you had searched all the rooms up and down, bumping into several assistants on the way who sent you disapproving glances, yet you had yet to catch sight of the dark-haired male. you let out a long sigh, slumping your shoulders and preparing to give up when a low whispering of "over here." came from the closed door right across from you.

with a moment of hesitation, you swung open the door, only for someone to tug you inside and shut the door behind you, enveloping the room in darkness. through the faint light that filtered through the window, you could see the figure of xiao, his hand holding yours as he scowled at you.

"you surprised me, you know. i almost messed up my choreography."

"ah... sorry... it's just that we haven't been able to talk for a while and i was hoping that-"

something cut you off. but it wasn't xiao's voice, it was the sensation of his lips against yours, sending sparks flying across your skin. heart racing in your chest, you shoved him away, hands pushing against his chest. you glanced up at the man, trembling. "what- what was that for??"

"i had to shut you up somehow, didn't i♡ ?"

venti ♡

you're venti's roommate - so in short, you're his babysitter. and there's no end to the trouble he causes.

there were many a time where he would come home absolutely wasted, reeking of alcohol and red in the face as he stumbled around, usually waving an empty wine bottle about.

still, he kept up on work on his idol side of life. his stage name was barbatos, but his band members all deftly called him tone-deaf bard. for his group, 6reeze, he was one of the songwriters and the main vocalist. and his voice was no joke, it really was astounding. his vocal range was stellar and his voice was smooth - not to mention that he was always on key. so... yes. as reckless as he may be, venti still had his work going for him.

so when he finally invites you out to accompany him on one of his tours, you steadily agree, curious on how they’ll perform.

and you’re not disappointed.

their concert blows you away, the bright colors and shining lights, the stage effect and the wonderful choreography - everything is incredible, and you can feel your heart racing just looking at them, just hearing venti’s melodic voice singing out the lyrics that you’ve already memorized.

“fly you away, riding the day

open up your heart, darling

you’re a work of art~

and you’ll never have to be alone

cause we’re standing with you

just ring my number on your cell phone,

let’s raise our voices in song, yeah!”

maybe you’re imagining it, but you swear you can feel a gust of wind inside the stadium, blowing past you as venti continues to sing, the lyrics ringing out clearly. then, he twirls in a circle, sending the crowd a winking grin. as he meets eyes with you, he mouths you the words “meet me backstage after this~!” before sticking his tongue out and finishing the choreography.

following the rushing crowd outside, where they’re hoping to get one of 6reeze’s autographs, you instead head into the stage rooms, stepping inside and spotting the twin-braided man sitting on one of the tables, absent-mindingly spinning a pen around while kicking his legs back and forth. as he spots you, he drops his pen, teal eyes lighting up as he hops off the table and grips you into a hug.

“hehe, thanks for coming today!”

“it’s no problem at all. the performance was really good. i’m impressed.”

“then… if i did so well, can i have a little reward in return?”

“uhm… what do you-”

something warm presses against your face - venti, and you can feel your heart hammering in your chest as he leans forward and kisses you, grinning his usual carefree grin all the while, a light red dusting his face. it’s warm, unbelievably so, and you can feel the heat spreading across your body like wildfire. when he finally pulls way, he smiles at you.

“that was what i meant♡.”

kazuha ♡

kazuha had a way with words.

every syllable that left his mouth was elegantly phrased, the way the letters rolled off his tongue with such ease, and the way his voice just sent a wave of calm washing over you was almost addicting.

so when your closest friend became an idol named wanderai, a mix between the word wandering and samurai, you immediately decided to be one of his biggest fans. you frequently sent him fan letters, signing your name as "anon", always gushing about how flawless his movements and singing is, completely entranced. and he did respond, always sending you back small thank you’s and his polite gratitude. as courteous as he replies were, receiving his letters always made your day. scratch that, your entire week.

then you heard there would be a fan meet-n-greet after the next concert - so of course you had to attend! you sat through the entire performance, completely allured by kazuha's fluid dance movements throughout all of the songs and his rhyming verses. when its finally over, you try to rush ahead of the crowd, knowing full well that there will be a swarm of fangirls who will shove and push and... bite to get a earlier spot in line. it had happened before.

yet, despite your efforts, you aren't able to get the first spot in line, or any of the first spots. instead, you're stuck in the back, thirty-ish place or so. it's not that bad, per say, but you had wanted to get to meet your favorite idol before he lost too much steam from having to answer hundreds of ravenous fans. it would have to do.

when you finally reach the front of the line, he smiles up at you politely, giving you a little wave from where he's sitting. "hello there."

"hey, wanderai! uhm..." you give him a letter - your piece of mail that you've prepared just for this moment. "i'm anon. thanks for... well, you know, existing, i guess." you stop there, already awkward. "a-anyways- i'm sure there's a lot of people behind me, so i'll save you the time and-"

"you're... anon??" the male's eyes widen as he takes the envelope, freezing his movements. he glances up to you, almost unbelievably, and just blinks.

"ah... yeah, that's me. didn't expect me to be here, did you?"

kazuha smiled, shaking his head. "it's a pleasant surprise. actually, after this..." he makes a gesturing motion, ushering you in, and lean forward as he whispers into your ear, "once i'm done with this, meet me backstage. please, wait for me."

"of course! then... i'll take my leave. th-thank you!" you dash away, face flushed red from the close contact, hoping that you didn't come off as too... fanatic.

and you wait. it takes a while, but that's too be expected. it's only been about half an hour, a lot shorter than you had predicted, when the white-haired male peeks inside the room, smiling when he spots you. "you're here."

"well, you told me to wait, so..." you laugh nervously, still blushing from the memory of kazuha's whispering voice gracing your ear. shaking your head, you grinned. "so, what was it that you wanted?"

"this."

then he moves in, his soft lips pressing against the side of your flushed face, his own expression quite red himself. he pulls away as quickly as he comes, glancing down at the ground as his face burns. "wh-what-" you can feel your heart rate increasing to rapid levels as you just stand there, eyes wide and trembling.

"that was a thank you, anon. for being by my side for all of this time♡."

heizou ♡

heizou is a clever man, even when he doesn't try.

and he's smart enough to hide his identity from you, especially since he knows that you'll completely lose your mind if you ever do find out. and it's only a matter of time until you find out that he's actually shiki, part of the world-famous boyband 6reeze. he's been lucky enough already that you aren't that much of an avid idol fanatic.

the two of you are sitting in the main room, one of his arms lazily across your shoulders as the two of you watch the television. heizou has a day off, and what better way to spend it than by doing absolutely nothing with his favorite person?

that's when everything just goes wrong.

you're bored at the constant torrent of ads, so you grab the remote from off the coffee table and start browsing through the channels, casually trying to find something better to watch. as you surf through the endless options, a familiar head of wine red catches your eye.

heizou spots it too, and immediately cringes, hoping you haven't seen it, but it's already too late. you glance at him, then at the tv screen where it's showing a close up of his face. "heizou... are you... did you commit some crime and is this your mugshot??"

"ah- well-" the usually level-headed man is trying his best to keep in his laughter at your absolutely confused expression. "it's not like that-"

"...heizou. you can be honest. tell me. am i harboring a criminal right now???" you turn the tv volume down - thank the archons - and turn to stare at the man with blown eyes.

"listen... they just are... interviewing me. for something." heizou's hammering heart had started to go down, thank the archons yet again, yet he was still a little red in the face and blinking a little faster than normal - all things that you noted silently.

"reaaalllyyy?" you sent the man a questioning look. turning up the tv volume again, the news interviewers voices were loud and clear.

"now then, shiki, how has this idol career affected your life?"

heizou watched in horror as he saw himself laugh slightly on the screen. "well, it's certainly made many things more awkward and embarrassing when meeting up with friends and family... but for the most part, it's been really rewarding! especially being able to meet so many great people, and by that i mean, my wonderful bandmates, of course!"

"oh? embarrassing, you say?"

"yeah. they always tease me about it too, but its always fun to meet up with them afterwards backstage. they sometimes even bring me flowers or snacks."

you turned off the tv, watching the monitor blink into black. you just sat there, hand on the remote and not moving. a gradual silence settled over the two of you. "...why, heizou? why didn't you tell me...? i would've helped you any way i could've!"

"...love. it's not like that. i just... i just didn't want to make things more awkward between us. i promise."

"how do i know you aren't just lying to me again?"

"then will this help convince you?"

and just like that, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you to his embrace as he meets his mouth to yours. he catches you by surprise, even surprising himself.

thump. thump. thump.

the motion seemed to lift you up into the air and drop you somewhere high above the clouds, all you could feel was indescribable warmth and you could feel your face burn under his soft touch.

"h-heizou...!"

"is that enough of a reason to trust me one more time♡ ?"

wanderer ♡

as a good friend of all of 6reeze, you've also gotten to be pretty close with scaramouche. or, at least, that was what you called him.

if you really had to, you would call him kuni, or maybe even wanderer. but to you, kuni had always been scaramouche. the man had been part of a past idol group that he had quit a while back, and just recently had he joined 6reeze, where he had been named wanderer. yet to you, as a devoted follower of his past band, and himself, you still couldn't bring yourself to not think of him as scaramouche.

having only woken up seconds ago, you bring the constant ringing of your phone, which is buzzing away on your nightstand, to your attention.

"...hello?" you pick up the call, voice still groggy.

"what's up with you? just woken up?" scaramouche's usual tone of voice greets you. you can tell he's sneering just from the sound of it.

"...yeah, actually. half a minute ago."

"...it's two. in the afternoon."

"okay, and?"

"...you're hopeless. i was going to invite you to one of my concerts, but..." you could hear him shrug on the other side of the call, the sound of fabric rustling. "i'm not sure if i want to anymore."

you hastily sit upright, pulling on whatever you can find from your wardrobe before speedily making yourself as presentable as possible. "nono, i'm awake! it was a joke. IT WAS A JOKE!!"

you can hear the man scoff. "fine. here. i'll send the digital tickets your way. it's tonight. don't miss it." with that, he hangs up.

it takes you a while to get things prepared, and its almost already time when you do. quickly gathering up your things, you're able to make it to the concert hall in time to give the male a little wave before he heads onstage.

he acts like he doesn't see you, but that farce crumbles when he just scowls, embarrassed, before mouthing, "meet me backstage after."

so you do.

after the show passes, the event containing several songs that all shared a similar theme. maybe it was because white day was coming up, but there were a surprising amount of… well, love songs. romance. it wasn't in scaramouche's nature, or you should say wanderer's, to sing those kinds of songs. you were already shocked enough that he had agreed. needless to say, the concert was flawless, and the audience seemed to think so too, wildly cheering and screaming out their favorite members' names. it was almost entertaining to watch.

"heeellooo? anybody there?" you peer about the empty rooms, wondering if your conscious has failed you. maybe scaramouche hadn't told you to go backstage after? maybe your brain just imagined it and was playing tricks on you?

those thoughts all dissipated as you rounded a corner and spotted the man sitting at one of the round tables. as his violet eyes landed on you, he let a small half-smile crack across his face. "it seems that our late contender has finally made it. took you long enough."

"hey!" he always acted like this, and it seemed that today, as lucky as it was, was not an exception. "nevermind that- why did you want me to come here again?"

"ah-" the boy suddenly looked a lot more... shy? that was not a typical sight. "i-i actually have something for you."

"oh?" now you were interested. this was not a normal occurrence by any means.

"here." he reached into his bag, which was sitting on the table, and pulled out a small wrapped box. "don't expect anything big, okay? i just got it because i... felt like it." with that, he handed you the box and watched you unwrap it with a nervous expression.

"it's a... necklace?" you stared in amazement as you held the pendant up to the light, watching the tear-drop shaped sapphire and amethyst shard glimmer with a thousand colors.

"do you like it?"

"more than anything." you smile, placing it around your neck and securing the locking chain in the back. "does it look good on me?"

"you don't even have to ask to know my answer, idiot♡."

masterlist ✩

@lume-nosity come get your kazuha and xiao ♡

@dizzy-sekai oh hey its your husband✩

[littelestvic]

I love how wicked talented fans are with unofficial merch. Labels are hilariously boring look what they’ve done to our boys.

I don't wanna delve much into the topic, but the thing with Joker Out is that is a band that had led to a lot of fan creativity and at times it's kinda funny how they are not aware of it, or don't wanna take advantage of it. The fandom is full of actual professional graphic designers, artists and animators; so when you see instances like the new merch, you can't help but feel there's some wasted potential out there.

I made my post just to poke fun about the situation but I'd personally like to stay as a fanmerch creator. I am currently learning about the intricacies of merch design and production by my own and I'd like it to stay this way until I'm better. I think Joker Out should be looking at people like Tia or Roxane right now though

PD: for those curious, I have thought of forwarding my portfolio to JO or whoever the hell is in charge right now but I am a shy person and I do believe it's better if things happen naturally. I am a graphic design mayor and I feel some people actually forget that fact LOL

[emptymasks]

AAhhh I forgot today was Friday and meant to do this earlier but starting now until the 3rd of December my Etsy shop will have 10% off any orders over £15 (about $19)! I haven’t done a sale on my Etsy in over a year and I’m not sure when I’ll do one again so now would be a great time to grab something that’s been on your wish list for a while. And a reminder that from December 8th I’ll no longer be able to sell to anyone in the EU or Northern Ireland so if you’re in those countries and have wanted something now would be the best time to order.

I have original merch as well as fanmerch for: Arcane, Supernatural, The Band Ghost, Castlevania, X-Men, Vocaloid and VSynths, Elden Ring, Fear and Hunger, Vampire Hunter D, Baldur’s Gate 3, Call of Duty, Doctor Who, Marvel, Musical Theatre, Resident Evil, FNAF, Undertale and Detlarune, Hades, Moon Knight, Sailor Moon and more.

Also… the Viktor pin sold out again. That's the second time this month omg. So I've added another 25 to the preorder.

[ID: an announcement image that says 'emptymasks' Etsy Black Friday Sale' with the text from the body of this post in addition to a screenshot of the first 12 items on my Etsy shop. The background image is of my original character pixel chibi stickers.]

[chiimeramanticore]

Part of the Band - Chapter 24 - Bang on My Drum

Chapter summary: Dook and Beach Bear take a late night trip to the beach. Dook can't stop thinking about his family. Beach Bear can't stop thinking about his family, either. A/N:

POTB LIVES!!!!!!!!!! IT'S A NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!! oh my god I've been writing this thing for two fucking years I've been a little stuck on how I want the rest of this arc to play out, and that combined with uhh (checks notes) running a zine, selling other fanmerch, getting on antidepressants, kinda just generally fixing my life a lot.... turns out that stuff can get in the way of writing gay animatronic fanfiction lol. but I said this fic dies when I do and I meant it!! i can't guarantee quicker updates going forward, bc life does love to get in the way, but i do have the next chapter (which was actually supposed to be This chapter until I got stuck) half written. so if I manage to get it unstuck that'll probably be done pretty quick. idk I'm waffling atp lol tldr thank you for being patient! and thank you for the continued interest during the unintended hiatus! hope you like this one :]

Chapter word count: 1,977 <- Chapter 23 - Chapter 25 -> (soon!) Read it on AO3!

A/N:

one more thing before you read! the first chunk of this chapter will be a lot easier to understand if you use these handy floorplans i made of dook's parents' house :] please enjoy my floorplans i love making floorplans

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"Mom?" Dook calls as he bursts through the front door. "Mama, I'm home!"

He pauses in the small foyer to pull off his boots before continuing. He hasn't been home in years– the house almost feels smaller after all this time.

"Mama?" Dook enters into the living room only to find it empty. On the coffee table, a plate with the remaining scraps of a sandwich. Someone must be home.

"Ma," Dook calls again, passing into the dining room. Empty. He keeps moving. "Pa?"

The kitchen is empty, too. "...Hello?" Dook glances around aimlessly. Usually this place is full of people– where did everyone go? He turns around and leaves the way he came, instead heading toward the stairs.

"Hello...!" He calls as he begins the climb up. "Diane? ...Dingo? ...Daisy? ...Daniel? ...Anyone?" The silence is beginning to unsettle him.

The upstairs floor of the house is a stretch of hallway lined with doors. Dook reaches for the nearest door handle and enters the foyer.

...Wait. Dook turns back toward the door he just entered– it's the front door. He blinks, bewildered, before removing his boots and continuing into the kitchen.

The kitchen is empty, save for a plate with the remaining scraps of a sandwich left on the counter. Someone must be home. Right? "M– Mom? Pa?" Dook continues through the door and back out to the upstairs hallway, far from the stairs.

Okay, this isn't funny anymore. "Hello?" Dook shouts more than calls at this point. "Who's here?" He pulls another door open, and enters the living room. The coffee table is piled high with plates of sandwiches. Dook tries to leave the way he came, but the door is gone– no, there never was a door there, right?

The dining room is empty. There's no furniture. Dook tries to pay it no mind, yet hastens his pace forward through the doorway and into the upstairs hallway again. From behind the door he just came through– was there ever a door?– something clatters to the floor. Someone must be home.

Dook breaks into a run, hurrying down the stairs and finding himself in the kitchen again. He reaches for the door to the backyard– he's in the dining room again.

"Please," he breathes as he sprints through the doorway. The kitchen. The hallway. The foyer. The dining room. The hallway. The living room.

Dook almost continues through the doorway to the dining room again, but hesitates. Then, he runs the opposite direction, to the front door, pushing it open–

He's in his bedroom.

Its exactly like it was when he was a kid. Walls painted a deep blue, adorned with space-themed posters and star charts pulled out of books. Though they must have long faded, the ceiling is still sprinkled with glow-in-the-dark plastic stars. Toys strewn on the floor– action figures, cars, spaceships. His bed, built to resemble a red race car.

That's his side of the room, at least. The other half– his brother's– was a different story. Clean, simple, academic. Shelves with trophies and other accolades. Bookshelves filled with novels and textbooks instead of comics. A loft bed with a desk underneath, a single pencil left there.

"Dingo," Dook grumbles. His brother seemed to live to upstage him. So talented, so smart, so gifted. What does it matter if he got into an expensive college for music? Dook's made a percussion instrument out of nearly anything he could get his hands on since the age of three, and no one ever called him a prodigy.

He steps over to Dingo's side of the room. Neither of them live here anymore. Dook isn't sure if his other siblings still do. Dook isn't sure anyone lives here anymore. Maybe that's why this place has felt so haunted. He pulls open the drawer of the desk, finding a picture frame face-down inside.

It's a family photo. Two parents, four siblings, two pairs of aunts and uncles, thirteen cousins, one first cousin, three family friends, and two grandparents.

Dook isn't in the photo.

A floorboard creaks to his right, and suddenly Dook finds himself awake on Beach Bear's couch. He stares at the ceiling for a moment before deciding to sit up.

"...Beach Bear?" He calls groggily.

Beach Bear startles, turning around. "Dook–! You scared me."

"Sorry," Dook says. He's caught Beach Bear standing just a few feet off from the front door. "...Where you goin'?"

"Well, I... I couldn't sleep. I figured it might help to get some fresh air."

"On the roof?" Dook asks. Beach Bear shakes his head.

"Nope." Then, without any other explanation, "Feel like coming with me?"

Dook would jump off a bridge if Beach Bear asked him to. "Yeah," he mutters sleepily.

"Don't bother getting changed. Just meet me in the car," Beach Bear says, leaving before Dook can reply. Dook doesn't need to, though– he simply slips on his boots and follows Beach Bear outside.

Beach Bear is already in the car by the time Dook makes it outside, and Dook follows his lead. Neither speak a word until after the car has been parked and Beach Bear has led Dook to the shore. Finally, he sits, just a few feet away from the waves lapping at the sand. Dook lingers for a moment before sitting, transfixed by the waves.

"...I've never done this before," Beach Bear admits after a few more silent moments. "I... don't know what I was expecting."

"You don't like it?" Dook asks.

"I do, it's just..." He trails off.

Dook doesn't know what he's getting at. Something must be troubling him, but Beach Bear seems like he's a tougher nut to crack than usual tonight. "I couldn't really sleep, either," he offers. When Beach Bear says nothing, he continues.

"I was, uh... I was havin' a weird dream. Before you woke me up. 'Bout, ah..." He replays the scene in his mind. His bedroom. That picture... "A- about my family."

"You never talk about them," Beach Bear murmurs. His gaze is fixed hard on the horizon.

"Yeah." Dook pulls his knees closer to his chest. "It's, uh..." Where would he even begin? "Big family, y'know?"

Beach Bear hums affirmatively, but offers no further response. Not making it any easier for him, Dook thinks.

"Big family," he repeats. "Four siblings. Lotta cousins." Dook hasn't seen any of them in years. "Lotta work for just two parents." Beach Bear remains stoic, silent. Dook looks up at him. "Beach Bear?"

Beach Bear's eyes only move vaguely in Dook's direction. "Yeah?"

He's got to get him involved in the conversation somehow. "You're an only child, right?"

"Yeah. Something like that," Beach Bear mutters, gaze returning to the ocean.

Dook frowns. "Is everything okay?"

This seems to bring Beach Bear back a little, his brow furrowing a bit at the question as he looks at Dook again. "What? Yeah." It seems like he's about to clam up again, but they make eye contact this time, and Dook sees something in him soften. "I'm just... having weird dreams, too. That's all."

"What are yours about?" Dook asks.

Beach Bear opens his mouth to deflect again, and then seems to thinks better of it. Still, though, he glances away with embarrassment before confessing, "...Queenie." Then, "It's just– I just keep thinking about this gig, this– this contest the stupid manager put us in. I keep having dreams about it all going wrong. Like, if she sabotages our set somehow, or breaks our instruments so we can't play, or– I don't know. I guess I'm stressing over it."

Dook knows the feeling. "I feel like she's tryin' to get in your head," he says. "Y'know. Replacing you, basically."

"She replaced everyone," Beach Bear grumbles.

"She... did?" Dook fails to hide the nervous tone in his voice. He recalls seeing the other band members, tries to recall their faces...

"Yeah. Some stupid vanity project, huh?" Beach Bear digs his claws into the sand a bit. "...Why do you ask?"

"Uh–" Dook isn't even sure of what he's thinking, let alone how to say it. "I... I thought I recognized one of 'em."

Beach Bear is quiet again. Dook doesn't find himself as frustrated this time, though– something has been simmering inside him, and he feels it bubbling over now. "My family," he starts. "I had four siblings. Diane, Daisy, Daniel, and Dingo. I– I don't know where any of 'em are now." He bites back the ache in his chest when he says that, replacing it with an anger that propels him forward. "I hated Dingo. I h... Well, I didn't hate him, but... He was– He was such a fuckin' p- progeny!"

"Prodigy," Beach Bear cuts in.

"He was–! Good! At everything!" Dook huffs, letting his mistake only push him further. "Better at everything than me! And I– My parents put everything into him! Him and my other siblings, and my cousins, and..." He feels himself losing steam, and he doesn't like the feeling. Pulse quickening, Dook stands and grabs a beer bottle someone had left in the sand–

"And it sucked!" He punctuates his sentence by chucking the bottle as hard as he can into the ocean. It flies a decent way off before plopping into the water. Dook stands there, breath heavy and uneven. "It– It sucked," he says. "It was..."

He trails off, gaze stuck on the spot where the bottle landed in the water. He doesn't know if it made him feel any better. He didn't realize how upset he was to begin with.

Dook returns to Beach Bear's side, though after a pause long enough that Beach Bear must have noticed. He pulls his knees toward his chest again, wrapping his around the front of his legs and resting his head on top. They sit quietly for another moment before Dook speaks again.

"I... I was good. I thought I was good. Thought I was a musician. No one else did, I guess. Goin' to detention for drummin' on my desk. Parents only ever told me I ought'a go to a music school. 'Why can't you be more like Dingo, Dook?' Just 'cause I don't play Mozart... Don't mean that's all there is to music."

"Yeah," Beach Bear chimes in. He chuckles a bit. "My dad's the same way. You remember."

That whole night exists only as a humiliating blur in Dook's memory. "I remember," he says.

"Your brother go to a good school?" Beach Bear asks.

"The best," Dook replies bitterly. "Most expensive, too. Wasn't even an issue, 'cause he got all these stupid scholarships... Paid the rest himself. My parents didn't have to worry at all."

"...Showoff," Beach Bear says.

Dook scoffs. Then, a chuckle, then a laugh. "Yeah! Really." The mood is lighter now, and he almost forgets why he'd brought Dingo up to begin with.

And then he remembers, and his smile falls.

"You didn't... happen to recognize any of Mini's, y'know... replacements, did you?" He asks cautiously.

"Hm? No," Beach Bear says.

Their eyes meet again, and Dook knows he isn't concealing the worried look on his face well enough. "I... I ain't seen him in years, y'know?" He says. "So I don't really know what he looks like these days, but..."

"But?"

"But I... I saw the way he looked at me. Like he knew me."

Beach Bear sighs, taking in the situation. After a moment of pondering, all he can offer is, "...Shit."

"Shit," Dook concurs, looking back out at the ocean. They fall back into silence, both meditating on the waves and chewing on the predicament. Eventually, though, the calm of the waves wins out in Dook's mind. Or maybe he's just tired. He distantly wishes he could fall asleep here, sink into the sand and never come back.

But he knows he can't. They've got band practice in the morning.

[asophiamills]

Introduction (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

Hi! I'm Asophia Mills, but most people call me Soph!

MINORS DNI!!

I'm an illustrator, character designer, fanartist (mainly Stardew Valley), pngtuber model artist, etc. I was a valedictorian in high school, and I'm currently in college for my Bachelor of Multimedia Arts, and I take commissions, I'm on VGen too! I also have a Merch Shop, its full of Stardew Valley, and some band fanmerch <33

SOPH X SAM LORE

Pronouns: she/they

About me: 20, Philippines 🇵🇭, Capricorn sun ♑, ESFJ, Punk, Emo

Commission me here

Commission sheet

Merch shop!!

My social media links

Redflags Stickers Shop

Soph Reference Sheet

Visit my wixsite

[petewentzisblack1312]

i also don't like band member merch!! well i like drawing them because it's fun but having art of a real person hanging on me like it's a blorbo is a little weird, it's like i'm wearing a pin with my dad's face on it haha

its really frustrating to me wrt fanmerch because i do often genuinely like the art. i like how they drew them. i like the flourishes they put around them. i like the decisions they made on designing the merch, like the choice in clasps or in charms in the shaker section of a keychain or in incorporating glitter or what have you. i just do not want to own a key chain or sticker or pin or washi tape or whatever of some guy. even if have a particular fondness for this guy. even if said guy is in several iconic outfits that i think are cool and remarkable. again, maybe id like a print of the artwork, or maybe if its like, an illustration of a song using the band member as a subject id be more into it. but its just not my thing. its kinda frustrating bc thats seemingly most of the bandom merch i see, or at least most of the fob merch i see. not all of it! but i just have trouble finding fanartists who dont make mostly stuff like that.

[ao3feed-ateez]

[Craft] Mito

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/YnJRSul by WTF Korean Basket 2025 (fb_play_asia) Words: 0, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Русский Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Mito (ATEEZ) Additional Tags: WTF Korean Basket 2025, WTF | Winter Temporary Fandom Kombat 2025, Don't copy to another site, Crafts, Handmade, Fancraft, Embedded Images, FanMerch, brooch, фанмерч, брошь, рукоделие, самирисовали, Art read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/YnJRSul

[wesleyjrodriguez]

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[intertexts]

i do wanna start figuring stuff out & ordering samples WAY in advance BUT. my first fun step is figuring out. 3 imaginary Pieces Of Media to create work for. bcos i think it's tacky 2 have ur capstone based on like, someone else's stuff u know i don't wanna stand in front of an auditorium of people & talk about my fanmerch. but anyway i want 2 figure out a fake band + fake indie video game + fake actual play show & all of their aesthetics and content and such & then do all of that ^^ for each of them :3

anyway for my senior design capstone i want to design a small moq small max run merch company that's intended to work w/ independent artists/games/podcasts on both graphic design and production w/ the intent of providing really cool shit for indie shows etc. that otherwise would b relegated to redbubble and teepublic merch stores. like i'm figuring out how to design & manufacture custom knitwear 2 make cool ass sweaters. gonna do a bunch of screenprinting posters + wearables. some tapestry blankets. hopefully a shitload of embroidered work. tons of different kinds of stickers and maybe machine embroidered patch sets & maybe even like... custom bags & water bottles & weird assorted objects if i can swing that. i think it'll be fun. saying this out loud also so i can start work on it about a year in advance of when that show's gonna be LMAO

[rafaelafranzen]

FOURTEEN PEOPLE I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW BETTER

(Saw this posted by @drawlight and thought it’d be a fun diversion to fill out!)

ONE / name: Faye. In certain spaces online, Tea. Professionally, Lyra. None of these are the name on my birth certificate. 

TWO / birthday: September 22

THREE / zodiac sign: Virgo, just on the cusp of Libra. I’m also ethnically Chinese and my Chinese zodiac animal is the dog! 

FOUR / height: 5′ 4″

FIVE / hobbies: I’m a serial hobby hopper - a small smattering of things that have stayed more or less constant: writing, reading, gaming, attending theatre productions, knitting, and cooking. Less frequently: rockclimbing, kayaking, hiking. Odds and ends I slip in and out of: fossil and mineral collecting, bookbinding and trying to avoid buying more fountain pen or horological paraphernalia. 

SIX / favourite colour: Blue. Particularly teal, if a big ol flash of the colour in my hair is anything to go by. 

SEVEN / favourite book: Currently Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman for genre fiction, Spill, Simmer, Falter, Wither by Sara Baume for literary fiction, and This Is What Inequality Looks Like by Teo You Yenn for non-fiction. 

EIGHT / last song I listened to: Have A Nice Day - World Order. They’re a Japanese techno band that are most well known for their incredibly tightly choreographed robotic synchronized dance music videos. 

NINE / last film I watched: I don’t watch film in the cinema much? Must have been nearly 6 months ago, that. The last film I saw on my blu-ray was Daybreakers, a Vampire sci-fi noir film I was drawing on for fanfic reference before I got into Good Omens. 

The last three plays I saw are more indicative of my interests in entertainment - Come From Away, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time and A Comedy About A Bank Robbery.

TEN / inspiration for muse: Not quite sure how to answer this one.

ELEVEN / dream job: Literary Festival Director/Creative Producer or Literary Agent. Really in essence a content curator of some sort, so I can be in a position to lift new work up and introduce folks to the best and underappreciated of the amazing creative stuff produced out there every day. 

TWELVE / meaning behind your URL: The words come from a character name from a manga (Claymore) and a Swedish surname, because I was on a real kick for Swedish surnames when I was a teenager and discovered Sondheim’s A Little Night Music. 

Essentially it’s the name of an OC which subsequently became my fursona (yes, I’m part of the furry fandom and I’m not ashamed of it. Wrote my graduating thesis on the social benefits the fandom brings and everything. But I tend to keep my furry bullshit over on twitter). I’ve since truncated her name to Faye Franzen but kept the full url here as I didn’t want to break all my sidebar links.

THIRTEEN / top 3 ships: Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Merlahad (Kingsman), and Danbeau (Captain Marvel)

FOURTEEN / lipstick or lip balm: I don’t use either. I live in the tropics and my lips are already adequately moisturized by humidity. 

FIFTEEN / currently reading: Kraken by China Mieville and Good Omens

SIXTEEN / work: Unemployed at the mo but applying for things in the arts/literary industry as I’m trained in arts administration/management. Sorta self employed - I’m running a kickstarter for Good Omens fanmerch that’s launching on Friday. 

SEVENTEEN / fiction: Mostly in the speculative fiction genre. None published except one story about a girl and a white dragon which got picked up as a feature in my university’s creative writing blog a few years ago. 

EIGHTEEN / fanfiction: Ficlets so far for Good Omens, some proper-length oneshots for Kingsman. 

Consider yourself tagged if you read this and feel inclined to fill it! Tag me back so I can get to know you too <3

[cloudywithoccasionalrain]

Design I made for Supercar, one of my favorite Jrock/pop bands. As far as I can tell they have no merch available so I made my own! You can get it on a shirt, sticker, etc. here: https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/66787753 . . . . . #instaart #instaillustrator #instadesign #graphicdesign #typographydesign #popdesign #popdesigner #design #illustrator #adobeillustrator #merchdesign #katakana #supercar #jpop #jrock #synthpopband #dreampopband #fanmerch #bandfanart #supercarband https://www.instagram.com/p/CK17DfOFnif/?igshid=11ykrjjvhjj8

[fangbangrr]

Also realizing the confusion here since the listing doesn’t say Mitski! The short explanation is that record labels can be extremely litigious LOL I try to err on the side of caution with any band-related fanmerch

Hi! I feel silly asking but I was wondering - what is the sticker in your shop "stay soft, get (b)eaten" in reference to?

Not silly at all! That one’s a reference to Mitski’s Stay Soft song and music video :3