#murder drones zine

[murder-drones-zine]

Artist and Writer Applications are OPEN!! Artist apps: {HERE} Writers apps: [HERE] Art done by @jamieenthusiast

[s-wave-entertainment]

Good God today was BRUTAL.

I had TWO photoshoots today for Uzi in order to get the photos secured for the zine and I had tons of fun with my friend/photographer and boyfriend but Good Lord I am exhausted LMAO

[nuvimuvi]

·.★·.·´¯`·.·★ More Love for Uzi!!! ★·.·´¯`·.·★.·

[devastator1775]

I submitted some works to the "Disassembly Required: A Murder Drones Zine". Now we wait.

[indieanimezine]

The poll for the side zine closes tomorrow, and I would love to hear some more guest artist recommendations before then

[md-fanzine]

𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡: 𝘼 𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝘿𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙚

AtF is a Murder Drones fanzine being made in honor of the series coming to an end! Looking back at the past where we've been and looking forward to the future where we'll go :)

The project currently features 30+ artists !!!

They are free to reveal themselves (not their work c:<!! its a secret! ) if they'd like :)

Your support on this would be immensely appreciated :D !!

FAQ Below

What is a Zine? A collection of artwork in the form of a book or book-like PDF focused on a theme or message! (Our theme being Murder Drones past and future)

How can I get it? When completed, the zine will be uploaded in full to a google drive folder

When will it be available? Roughly 2 months (giving time for the art to be made and pages to be organized!)

How much will it cost? Nothing :D ! it will be completely free to access! (SO SUPPORT THE ARTISTS)

Can I join? Soon, yes! Right now a handful of artists are being privately invited to the project. Once they've all been invited and sorted, a google form will be posted and live for 1 week! There you can apply to be a featured artist in the zine :) If you want to keep track of when that form will go live I highly suggest following this account to be notified!!

More detailed info including specifics about rules here

[uzibrainrot]

hi everyone!!

I am here to anounce that i will be leaving tomorrow (NOT THE MURDER DRONES FANDOM. this is my house) for a trip with my school!! (i will miss the episode NOOO) so! i wont be online, if anyone wants to send me things i will look at them when i come back :D!!

have a good episode everyone!! i will be watching it on the 31, more suspence for me xd

i will be back to posting reblogging and chatting, meanwhile have a zoom of the zine drawing >:3

bye!!

[banyanas]

uhhh all my amphibia wips are for zines so! murder drones for wip weds. super normal abt tessa relating/connecting to drones more than humans which leads into per pov referring to human death sometimes in more drone-ish terms. if u get it u Get It

[space-dem0n]

Curious, would anyone be interested in a murder drones Zine?

[mywifeleftme]

193: Wyrd Visions // Half-Eaten Guitar

Half-Eaten Guitar Wyrd Visions 2006, Blue Fog

The usual fear with learning biographical details about your favourite occult-coded neo-folk musician is discovering that they’re actually a Nazi. (Or possibly worse still, if prizing authenticity: finding out they aren’t.) If said musician is from Toronto though, the real dread is finding out that they have a LinkedIn.

Self-released in 2006 and reissued in 2014 by Phil Elverum in a seemingly plain cardboard sleeve that bears text impressions more easily deciphered with the fingertips than the eye, Wyrd Visions’ Half-Eaten Guitar has an intentional air of mystery. The sounds within (extremely slow, extremely minimal mostly-acoustic Nordic folk informed by the aesthetics of first-wave black metal) also point towards the work of a quasi-outsider artist, the sort of recording a label press release can claim to have “discovered” through some unlikely series of events. Still, notice how the inside of the sleeve is a striking, bold Undertaker-purple? That’s a clue.

As a matter of fact, Colin Bergh, the artist behind Wyrd Visions, was much better known in Toronto as part of the trio who founded Bad Day, a fashion and culture zine whose splashy gallery launch parties were attended by the fab international and hosted by people like James Franco and Gus Van Sant. (This sort of thing was an especially big deal in credibility-thirsty Toronto, a legitimate world city gnawed by the inner fear that it is secretly Columbus, Ohio with more colourful money.) The knowledge of Bergh’s identity as an haute couture guy whose previous band was called Awesome is inevitably going to impact how you hear Wyrd Visions. Any perception of irony is poison to monkish music like this, because it introduces the possibility that what you are hearing is actually a very slow, (almost literally) one-note joke. And if it is intended as a joke, are you a fool for following your instinct to engage with it on its own droning terms, for sinking into the somnambulant world it seems to evoke?

To Bergh’s credit, I think Wyrd Visions ultimately comes across as a sincere venture and that, given time, Half-Eaten Guitar’s stillness and austerity have the power to draw in even highly skeptical listeners. Wyrd Visions borrows black metal’s somber chord progressions and wintry vibes while jettisoning its machismo, particularly in Bergh’s youthful, Grizzly Bear-esque vocals. At times Half-Eaten Guitar is reminiscent of Agalloch’s more ambient work, such as the mournful electric guitar that enters on bonus track “Air Conditioning.” There is probably a think-piece (or a think-sentence) someone might feel like writing about someone from the fashion world covering Mayhem’s “Freezing Moon,” a band with a few guys in it who’d’ve at least thought about murdering Bergh for daring to play their music had he tried it in 1993. But, ach, is that sort of thing interesting anymore? Better to say that Bergh and guest singer Jennifer Castle find a nice midway point between campfire and bonfire light for the tune, a cold thrill in the old command to “follow the freezing moon.”

193/365

[murder-drones-zine]

Intrest checks for Disassembly Required: A Murder Drones Zine are now open! You can find the link here

(Art done by HoloByte)

[s-wave-entertainment]

GUYS OH MY GOD I GOT ACCEPTED TO A ZINE YIPPIEEEEE

GAZE UPON THE PHOTOS THAT GOT ME IN:

SHE IS ME AND I AM HER!!!!!

(thank you @emp-t-man and @olive-arts for the pics!!)

[nuvimuvi]

imagine Murder Drones getting a Fanzine made by multiple talented fan artist

[magioftheseas]

Rain, Rain

Summary: Hanako is joined by Tsukasa on one rainy day.

Rating: PG

Warnings: None really aside from off-handed mentions of murder.

Notes: This was part of a pitch for the Twin Stars Zine (which is for sale rn and you should totes buy it) but went with something else. I thought it’d be fun to finish this fic anyway! Please enjoy!

***Alternate Ao3 Link***

Commission? Donate?

It’s quite the shower today, so Yashiro has elected to skip. According to that boy, she’s very apologetic and swears to make up for the lost time. Given that the storm is going to continue until tomorrow and Tsuchigomori says that class will likely be canceled as a result... Well, he can’t say he’s happy, but he also has no real choice but to accept it.

Still, it’s lonely. Even with the mokke huddled in corners, clinging to leaves.

“Rain, rain,” they chant. “Go away!”

“Come again another day,” Hanako mutters tiredly and irritably. In a moment of spite, he opens the windows to welcome the downpour. The mokke squeal and scatter and even if he’s scolded, what’s going to happen? Hanako harrumphed as the thunder crudely boomed back. “Isn’t the earth hard enough?!”

The rain blows in, piercing straight through him and pitter-patter smattering against the floor. There’s no sensation, but he still ends up startling himself.

Ah, right, he thinks as he recoils. Back then, Tsukasa and I—

“Amane!”

He’s lying prone on the ground, only barely managing to not sink straight through. There are little splashes, and then Tsukasa looms over him.

“Amane!” he exclaims, wide-eyed before grinning. “Did you summon me?”

“Not intentionally,” was all Hanako had to mutter. His eyes rolled back with a groan, wishing the bathroom would melt away into his boundary. It’d be easier that way, even with Tsukasa there. Alas. He still lets out a heavy sigh, looking up at his counterpart warily. “So, what are you doing?”

“Standing,” Tsukasa replied cheekily. He nudges Hanako’s cheek playfully with his foot. “Unlike you, lazy Amane. Lazy, lazy.”

The tip of his shoe digs into the seal, and Hanako swipes at him for that. Swinging his arm and knocking into Tsukasa’s knees. Tsukasa retreats, but he still floats overhead with that wide-eyed stare.

“Amane’s in a bad mood.”

“I’m not in the mood to be jerked around,” Hanako hissed. “If you don’t have any business, then leave.”

He doesn’t speak like Amane at all—because he’s not Amane. He’s Hanako. Seventh of the seven wonders. The leader, in fact. He’s not...

“Amane. Amane.” Tsukasa kneels before him, blinking those wide, moon-bright eyes. “What a bad mood. It’s bad. Bad to take your bad mood out on other people.”

That’s something Amane used to say all the time. The fact that Tsukasa remembers is enough to get Hanako pathetically deflating.

“I know...” He hangs his head. “I know. Sorry, Tsukasa.” It’s annoying how easily Tsukasa makes him meek. It’s aggravating how difficult it is to discard Amane when his brother’s around. Hanako sighed, more disappointed with himself than anything. “You’re right. Feeling bad doesn’t excuse acting badly.”

“I forgive you!” Tsukasa chirped cheerfully. “I’ll always forgive you, Amane! After all, you’re not a bad person!”

Somehow, he had a hard time believing that from the kid that Amane murdered.

“Even if you killed me!” Tsukasa exclaimed next as if reading his mind. Well. He likely just read his face. They had the same face so reading it came to Tsukasa so easily.

How annoying.

“It’s so sad that Amane’s so sad,” Tsukasa went on, all wide-eyed innocence and pure curiosity. “Why are you sad, Amane? Oh!” Just like that, a mischievous grin flashed across that innocent face. “It’s because Nene-chan isn’t here! Yeah, she’s definitely not here! I asked Mitsuba and—he said she skipped! Skipped because she didn’t want to be a fish!”

Hanako sighed, louder and harder and more aggrieved than before.

Tsukasa...hasn’t really changed at all. In some respects.

That was really annoying. Hanako would give anything to throw Amane off his back. To tear Amane into shreds until not a single clingy remnant could remain. Tsukasa acted as if he was perfectly fine with himself. Tsukasa didn’t even want to be called Hanako.

...hm.

“Hanako-san, Hanako-san,” he said slowly. “Would you grant me my wish?”

Tsukasa stared at him.

“Stop the rain,” he said. “Hanako-san.”

Tsukasa’s head tilted.

And, then—

“I can’t control the weather, Amane. Quit being silly.” Tsukasa smacked him for being silly. “Also! I’m Tsukasa! Tsukasa!”

Hanako sighed again.

“Yeah, that was silly,” he agreed, supposing he should be grateful nothing came from it. “I just thought to see if it would work with you.”

“You didn’t have to ask,” Tsukasa pointed out. “We’re brothers, right?”

Despite their mirroring selves, Hanako still sometimes wondered about that. But no matter how much he pondered it, in his heart of hearts, he would only ever think of Tsukasa as his younger twin brother.

That he murdered.

Yashiro helps me feel like a person. Tsukasa helps me feel like the person I used to be.

“Amane, Amane. The window.” Tsukasa drifts past him. Their shoulders bump, causing Hanako to flinch but Tsukasa just goes to the window without a care. The rain passes through him, and Hanako is seized with a memory of two brothers watching the stormy skies from under the portico.

Tsukasa used to run out into the rain if he didn’t physically hold him back. Tsukasa would twirl around and laugh even as Amane yelled that he’d get a cold the next day, which he always did. Tsukasa never really learned.

But the Tsukasa of now just shuts the window without missing a beat.

“It’s bad to let the rain in!” Tsukasa exclaimed cheerfully. “It’ll get the wood all moldy! That’s not good for Nene-chan, right?”

“No,” Hanako whispered. “Yashiro would—hate that.”

Aha. Haha. Why...?

“Why do you have that expression, Amane?” Tsukasa asks him, innocent and curious once more.

I was just thinking that he hadn’t changed so...

For some reason, he was upset.

“Ah! Amane’s all shaken up!” Tsukasa drifts towards him. His hand reached out, but before Hanako can recoil, his head is already being patted. “There, there! There, there! Or? Is Amane sick?”

“I can’t get sick like this,” Hanako grumbled. “When it comes to supernaturals...”

“Oh, so Amane is sad!” Tsukasa patted him again. “There, there! There, there!”

It’s rough and clumsy. It’s just like before.

Hanako ended up sniffling. He didn’t feel the heat in his cheeks as he would had he been Amane, but he’s sure his voice is disgustingly bloated all the same as tears brim in his eyes.

“There, there. There, there,” Tsukasa repeats, patting him more and more. Clumsy, dutiful Tsukasa. He had always been so bad at reassuring people, but Amane never held that against him. If anything, he was just grateful that Tsukasa tried anyway.

Tsukasa’s wiping the tears from his face now. Using his fingers and the ends of his sleeves.

“Rain, rain,” Tsukasa says and waves his hands. “Go away!”

“It’s pain, pain, fly away,” Hanako mutters lowly, but he takes Tsukasa’s hands, holds them close to himself, and squeezes tight. “Pain, pain, fly away.”

“Pain, pain, fly away,” Tsukasa repeated. Clumsily. Dutifully. Grinning as Hanako stared him down. Without another word, Hanako tugged at his hands.

The request was silent, and yet. Tsukasa understood.

Tsukasa perked up, bright and radiant as he pressed up against him, happily nuzzling into his shoulder.

“Pain, pain, fly away,” Tsukasa mumbled giddily into Hanako’s neck. “Rain, rain, go away.”

“Come again another day,” Hanako droned.

The rain didn’t let up at all.

[antiquatedfuture]

Antiquated Future Distro Spring Newsletter

In brief: We picked up all three issues of Fred Thomas' (Saturday Looks Good to Me, City Center) Balcony zine series. The latest (We Need Emotional Labor) from Jennifer Williams' ever-popular workbook zine series is here. We brought our Summer Soul mixtape series out of retirement. The excellent Grand Terrace Photo League coffee table book is now much more affordable. There's new issues of some of our favorite literary and art journals: Big Big Wednesday, Incandescent, and We'll Never Have Paris. 

And in these trying times, we brought back our Protect Roe v Wade Zine Pack, but also encourage everyone to donate to organizations working directly against this, such as The Yellowhammer Fund, Access Reproductive Care Southeast, and National Network of Abortion Funds.

ZINES

Balcony #3- "A funny thing about regret is that it's better to regret something you have done than to regret something you haven't done." Interviews with long-running New Zealand experimental rock band The Dead C, cultish songwriter Edith Frost, and ambient musician John Daniel of Forest Management. ($6) 

Balcony #2- A public apology, an essay about Lewis Hyde's The Gift, an interview with left-field hip-hop musician Sterling Toles, in-depth record reviews, and a couple poems by Charles Gonsalves. ($6) 

Balcony #1- The issue that begin the Balcony series, a highly enjoyable take on the now-rare music-focused variety zine. Highlight: an interview with Chandra Oppenheim, who—at ten years old—headed up the New York no-wave band Chandra. ($6) 

Black Tea #5- A mixtape of Jason Martin's comics from recent years. Within: good-deed tollbooths, a tribute to San Francisco's Aquarius Records, and a really sweet one about a childhood business card collection. ($4)

Dogs of Brattleboro- Dogs busking with the punks, hanging out in cars, on walks, in laps, in arms. 22 images from photographer Bob George's Brattleboro, Vermont archives. Each zine comes with a dog button! ($4)

A Halloween Poem for Children- A short collection of short poems (in handsome mini-zine form) from Murder City Devils' frontman Spencer Moody. Metaphysical oddities that casually nod to centuries of counterculture writers. ($5) Safe Words- A lyrical mini-memoir of desire. Through a series of vignettes, longtime zinester Sarah Geo recounts her sexual experiences with men, traversing the good and the bad to shine a spotlight on sexual desire in all its complexities. ($8)

Somnambulist #31: Dear Mayor Wheeler- Letters to Portland mayor Ted Wheeler regarding Portland's housing crisis from the perspective of a long-time advocate for houseless communities. This far-reaching collection of letters brings in personal, literary, and historical viewpoints. ($5)

Sugar Needle #41- The zine of oddball candy reviews. Within: scorched rice, wagon wheels, Italian apertifs, bee-berry honey caramel chocolates, jujube nougat, and much more. ($3)

Tin Can Telephone #6- Another issue of historic lost oddities and present realities. The highlight: a short history of cardboard cut-out cereal-box records of the 1960s and '70s. ($5)

We Need Emotional Labor: Discussion Questions to Redistribute the Work that Holds Communities Together- An essential guide to understanding both the value of emotional labor and the imbalance of it. ($8)

We, The Drowned- In the vein of his Fixer Eraser zine series, We, the Drowned is Jonas' latest collection of curious short prose pieces. Under the banner of "wishes and ghost stories," the pieces within are filled with conversations, lies, playful tangents, and a lot of heart. ($3) We'll Never Have Paris #16: Food- The latest issue of the literary zine of all things never meant to be focuses on food. And within, there are personal essays about diets, the melting pot of culinary cultures in a textiles factory, an immigrant family's relationship to Filet-O-Fish, a French mother's relationship to endives, the morning of Freddy Mercury's death, a failed care package, and more. ($6)

BOOKS

Big Big Wednesday, Issue Six- An inviting literary journal of fiction, poetry, nonfiction, and visual art, each issue of Big Big Wednesday holds a little something for everyone. One of our all-time favorite journals. With work from (the one-and-only) Jo Ann Beard, Jane Wong, Erin Perry, Madeline ffitch, and many others. ($15) Incandescent: A Color Film Zine, Issue 15- Parking meters, pensive basketball players, proud dogs, explorative cats, tomatoes in a shirt, a swamp room, a shack. All gathered, figuring out how “to approach stillness,” the latest theme of Incandescent, our very favorite photography journal. ($14)

MUSIC Anna Burch- Party (Life Like)- Before her Polyvinyl pop gem, Quit The Curse, there was Party: the Beach Boys' Party-inspired solo debut from Anna Burch (Failed Flowers, Frontier Ruckus). (Cassette) ($8)

Anna Burch & Fred Thomas- St. Adalbert / Parkways (Polyvinyl)- A stunning indie-pop gem a piece from Michigan's finest: Fred Thomas (Saturday Looks Good to Me, City Center) and Anna Burch. (seven inch) ($8)

Bitpart- Beyond What's Left (Rumbletowne)- Thirteen songs from Paris-based post-power-pop punks, Bitpart. In your face, catchy, and raw, with big heavy basslines and lots of energy. (LP) ($12)

Bonny Doon- Classical Days and Jazzy Nights (Life Like)- A repress of the 2015 four-track home recordings of Detroit band Bonny Doon. Hazy, Echoplex-laden, alt-country-tinged pop anthems. (Cassette) ($8)

City Center- Spring St (Quite Scientific)- A long-lost record from the late great City Center. Four woozy, atmospheric, skewed dream-pop tracks. On clear, screen-printed, one-sided vinyl. So gorgeous! (12" EP) ($12) Cultural Fog- Self-Titled (Life Like)- Claire Cirocco, Emily Roll, and Fred Thomas combine to make pulsing, triple-synth soundscapes that are "strongly under the influence of Windam Hill." (Cassette) ($8)

Dominic Coppola & Fred Thomas- Enough Time Has Passed (Life Like)- A collaborative project between drone musician Dominic Coppola and musical chameleon Fred Thomas. (Cassette) ($8)

Land & Buildings- Huron River Eclipse (Life Like)- Like a chamber-pop band led by a synth player and inspired by Nico Muhly's Mothertongue and John Cale's Artificial Intelligence. (Cassette) ($8)

Make Like a Tree- Mothernight (This + That Tapes)- Hazy, ambient dream-pop from the Ukraine. Really, it's just such a pleasure. An album to get lost in. (Cassette + Digital Download) ($8)

The Max Levine Ensemble- Backlash, Baby (Rumbletowne)- Hyperdrive pop-punk packed with stories from songwriter David Combs (Spoonboy, Somnia, Bad Moves). (LP) ($12)

Mystery Cassette Tape Grab Bag- Five cassettes, from our back catalog and beyond, all for $10. What a deal! (cassettes) ($10)

Nick Keeling- Martha (Why the Tapes Play)- Three pieces of lo-fi instrumental piano on a three-inch CD. Music that exists beautifully outside of time. (3" CD) ($5)

Pleasure Systems- Terraform (Self-Released)- The latest from Pleasure Systems, the solo electronic project of Clarke from The Washboard Abs. Terraform takes the project into a place that sparkles and pops in digital melancholic bliss. A masterpiece in synth waves, pitch shifts, glitches, and stutters, all covered in pop song dreams. (Cassette + Digital Download) ($6) 

Somnia- How The Moon Shines On The Shit (Rumbletowne)- A full-throttle pop-punk supergroup that combines the songwriting talents of Erica Freas (RVIVR) and David Combs (Spoonboy, Max Levine Ensemble) to create an album to help you get through the day. (LP) ($12)

Songs for Moms- River (Rumbletowne)- Five tracks that captures Songs for Moms' enduring greatness. Adventurous pop-punk songs of scars and healing, grieving and celebrating. (12" EP) ($12)

Spencer Moody & Little Stray- Split Tape (This + That Tapes)- A split release from Murder City Devils' frontman Spencer Moody and Little Stray, the solo project of Rabbits to Riches' guitarist Chris Baldys. Two sides of smart, intimate bedroom folk in handsome handmade packaging. (Cassette + Digital Download) ($8)

Summer Soul, Vol. 9- The ninth volume of our long-running Summer Soul mixtape series. Twenty songs of apologies, thank yous, heartbreaks, and celebrations. An hour of lesser-known '60s and '70s soul. (Cassette) ($5)

[omgkatsudonplease]

The next time Sara Crispino leaves her apartment, Viktor takes the nanny cam from Makkachin’s room and sets it up on the terrace, planting it amid his flowers and herbs and pointing it towards the penthouse.

she was cleaning knives? asks kobutachan. can that be used in court?

It’s circumstantial, replies Viktor, sending them the drone footage. But suspicious, right?

what the fuck, replies kobutachan not three minutes later. that’s insane. circumstantial yeah but insane.

And that’s all after a violent argument with her brother, too, along with her leaving the apartment several times last night, adds Viktor. Now I’m wondering if she’s moving out or if she’s moving HIM out you know what I mean?

out in a suitcase? echoes kobutachan. 😬😬😬 that doesn’t sound good

Definitely not, agrees Viktor. I think I’d like to keep an eye on her and see if she produces a body or something. I need to get to the bottom of this.

are you sure about that? you can’t fly a drone outside her window forever, she’ll notice.

I’m not flying a drone outside her window. There’s a knock at his door at that moment, causing him to jump. Viktor types out a hasty BRB to kobutachan and slams the laptop closed just as his housekeeper Christophe opens the door and pokes his head in, expression vaguely unamused.

“You were sleeping in your monitor room again?” he asks. “Viktor, you know the pull-out is bad for your back, right?”

Viktor grimaces. “Makkachin needed company,” he says. It’s a flimsy excuse; the poodle rarely sleeps in his own bed these days.

Christophe casts a glance towards the monitors, towards the radio blaring the police scanner in between bursts of static. “What are you up to this time?” he wonders.

“Just trying to solve a murder,” Viktor replies, before crossing to the door and taking it firmly from Christophe. “Save this room for last, okay?”

He closes the door without bothering to hear Christophe’s reply.

@bracari and I collabed together on a rear window au for @yoispyzine! i have a soft spot for hitchcock’s films, and rear window is one of my faves of his. i could go on and on about its commentary on seeing and (male) gazing and the seemingly voyeuristic nature of film, but then i’d be here all week. 

the point is, pre-orders for this exciting zine open soon, so make sure you get a copy!