#splash zine

[kynimdraws]

SPLASH! A Magikarp Zine is out for free to every karp enthusiast!

I joined this lil fun project just to draw some 민화/Minhwa esque style Magikarps in a pond. There are also other great art/writing pieces, along with extra goodies!

[catboy-teeth]

My piece for SPLASH: A Magikarp Fanzine !

This digital zine is full of great art and writing, and you can check it out for free (!) at magikarpzine dot carrd dot co

[pinceauarcenciel]

And here's a better view of all the paintings in my Precure Museum pieces that also were printed as postcards for the @precure20f zine ✨

It was really fun to do, so I hope to complete the collection with all the existing series one day (; ω ;)

※ Fanart and Classical paintings referenced + details (long list under the cut):

- Tropical-Rouge! Precure © Toei Animation > Sandro Botticelli, The Birth of Venus - HappinessCharge Precure! © Toei Animation > Alphonse Mucha, The Times of the Day - Smile Precure! © Toei Animation > Edouard Bisson, The dance of the nymphs - Hugtto! Precure © Toei Animation > Eustache Le Sueur, The Birth of Cupid - Go! Princess Precure © Toei Animation > Diego Velázquez, Las Meninas - Delicous Party♡Precure © Toei Animation > Claude Monet, Le déjeuner sur l'herbe - Futari wa Precure Splash☆Star © Toei Animation > François Boucher, Pastoral Subject - DokiDoki! Precure © Toei Animation > (Cure Ace) Raphael (Raffaello Sanzio), Madonna del Granduca; (Mana, Rikka, Alice, & Makoto) Georges de La Tour, The Card Sharp with the Ace of Diamonds - Suite Precure♪ © Toei Animation > Pierre Auguste Renoir, Julie Manet with Cat - Kirakira☆Precure à la Mode © Toei Animation > Pierre Auguste Renoir, Luncheon of the Boating Party

Repost of my works is forbidden!

Whispers: If you like my work you can support me on ko-fi (link in my bio!) (•̀ᴗ-)✧

[krabbu]

my new roommate made me watch drag race philippines with him and it was very fun!! these are inspired by some of the looks on the show. i think tigerstar has always been made to serve evil queen realness and its a crime he hasnt got to. eternity is a long time for cats to be around i want to see them LIPSYNC. FOR. THE. STARS

[paper-mario-zine]

Paper Mario Zine 2024

We're back in time for Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door remake!

Everyone is welcome to submit and will be included, there is no limit to the amount of creators. The planned release date of this zine is TBD, and will be set to release slightly before the release of the new game. The zine will be available at a pay-what-you-want price with all proceeds going to Doctors Without Borders. If you know anyone else who would be interested in joining, please share this form with them!

If you have any questions, message DM us here or @dooplissss on tumblr, or email papermariozine@gmail.com

[hibiscusangel15]

Sneak Peek of Forget Me Nots Tie Me to You

Preview of my fic for Volume 2 of @ichirukizine! I wrote all four seasons in one fic (Spring and Winter are my favorite bits). 🌸🏖🍁❄️

Preorders for Every Day: Ichiruki Seasons Zine are open until Nov. 15!

Get your copy here and support PAWS (Progressive Animal Welfare Society), a non-profit dedicated to rehabilitating orphaned and injured wildlife, and sheltering and adopting homeless cats and dogs.

[beabzebub]

It’s been a while since I posted anything so here I am with another pokemon piece! I made this for a digital fanzine about magikarp called Splash! You can download the zine from the zine and check out all the amazing work!

I think this was my favorite piece to work on as of now and I’m pretty sure it has everything to do with the teeny tiny french knots. There’s just something soothing about making so many knots that it was such a fun time and really make me long to work on another with just as much if not more knots.

I think I also really enjoyed that it had a bit of an organic shaped edge rather than working it all the way to the end of the hoop or having with straight borders. It’s definitely something I need to explore more in the future but for some off reason always escapes me.

This hoop has already been sold.

[shuang-hua]

hi hello sorry for the lack of posts lately ; - ; there has also been some lack of drawing but not actually as much as the silence here makes it seem haha. i have a few pieces to post which i just never got round to, even though some of them were ready approximately three million years ago. here is one of them!

this was done a while ago for the Bearer of Light LWJ zine! links to the pdf are here~ i just think, baby twin jades. thank you for your consideration.

this has alt text. extended image description below the cut.

In a clear pool shaded by trees, a young Lan Wangji, his face serious and focused, practices swimming. He holds onto his brother's outstretched hands for support, and water splashes behind him as he kicks. Lan Xichen pulls him along with an encouraging smile. In the background, Lan Qiren watches over them from the banks.

Watercolour on paper.

[artistfingers]

Chag Sameach [Ao3]

Sam invites a ghost to the annual Manson Hanukkah party, because that's just what you do in Amity Park these days—especially when your new best friend is none other than local ghost hero, Phantom.

This installment of Undercover AU was drawn for the Danny Phantom Reality Trip Zine 2022! 

Read the full free, digital zine of amazing Danny Phantom AU content here and be sure to give the other authors and artists all the love they deserve in the Ao3 collection and across social media—and don't forget our amazing mods and designers over at @dpauzine!

It was so much fun to be part of this project, and to push my comic skills towards pages rather than strips, and to try out a splash of color. ....Even if I initially bit off way more than I could chew with the plot and page count, hahaha. This little Hanukkah story is one I wanted to tell about these kids since last year, and I think it worked out perfectly to create for the RT Zine.

Bonus: the kids in their fancy outfits! I originally wanted to do this comic in color because Danny's color inversion would've been really fun, but I'd already bitten off more than I could chew for the timeframe, so full color didn't make it. :")

[ju5t777]

Splash page done for @ultra-zine vol 3! There is ultraman

[zinjanthropusboisei]

I colored this digitally bc I got some soup splashes on the original, RIP - but it works better as a printed zine. There's a printable version up on my itchio page: https://quakeandquiver.itch.io/a-walk-in-the-woods-minizine

[makingqueerhistory]

For the AMA: I've sent this before but idk if it's lost to time due to not being during an AMA so I'm sending it again, sorry if that's annoying!

Anyways do you know about the Queer Zine Archive (QZAP)? https://archive.qzap.org/index.php/Splash/Index . I forgot what else I said last time but I just got really into making zines in, like, November of 2023 so I have soooo many links about zines now haha, and I've made so many, and I think they're really neat! And I think people should know about this aspect of history. Many public and academic libraries have zine collections now, and you can find queer zines in them b/c the whole Thing with zines is that they're self-published and free of censorship b/c of that.

Have a great day, I love what you're doing and I direct people your way when they ask me about queer history! <3

I was just editing our tatiana de la tierra article, and I found this quote from Sara Gregory: “Zines matter to marginalized folk because they offer alternative, non-hierarchical spaces of healing, resistance, and knowledge. They respond to wider cultural and institutional ills with creative, radical, and celebratory fragments of truth. For queers, women, gender non-conforming folk, and POC (none of which are mutually exclusive) they creative and force open what is never offered in wider society: accurate, multiplicitous, and contradictory representations of lives lived in the margins. Zine culture resists and replaces the heterosexism, racism, ableism, and xenophobia around us with creativity, celebration, and survival strategies.”

And it got me really into the idea of making my own zine, so I am likely going to do that soon. All of this to say, this ask has perfect timing, and I can't wait to explore this resource!

[pinceauarcenciel]

Fashionable Precure fairies stickers sheet I did for @transformzine!

🎀 Preorders for this adorable and stylish zine are open until January 16th!! ✨

※ Fanart: Suite Precure♪, Yes! Precure 5 Gogo, Delicous Party♡Precure, Mahou Tsukai Precure!, Futari wa Precure Splash☆Star, Tropical-Rouge! Precure, Star☆Twinkle Precure, Go! Princess Precure, Healin’Good♡Precure © Toei Animation

[porcelainseashore]

The Other Son - WoD HalloZine "Haunting"

Commissioned art by @medeaft

Author's Note: It’s been such a joy to take part in @vampemoqueen’s WoD HalloZine—my very first zine! Thank you so much for this experience and putting it all together. Here’s a short story of Kai, my beloved Ventrue, and the shadows of the past that haunt them.

Content Warnings: Brief references to drugs, self harm, maybe suicide (if you squint?), nihilism, and murder of a child.

“Jesus!” they cursed as their feet plunged into the silty drainage and mud squelched underfoot.

It had only been a little over half an hour since Kai entered this godforsaken place, burrowing their way underground like vermin. Beyond the manhole covers overhead, cars zoomed by and train tracks rumbled. They were still close to the surface, close enough to hear the city breathe.

However, down here, filth and grime carved out names for themselves on the grooved walls. At first, they gagged at the stench, finding it unbearable, but as their senses adjusted, one smell blended into another, like a sickness they could no longer distinguish. 

Under normal circumstances, they would never be caught dead wandering around the sewers downtown. But since when were things normal? Like all fledglings turned neonates, they had been obeying tall and elusive orders every night since their Embrace. Except, they weren’t like the others—they were groomed to succeed and never to fail.

There was another splash as the ground sucked them in, causing them to sink knee-deep.

“For Christ’s sake!” they yelled again in frustration.

All at once, they heard the scolding voice of Liezel, their mother, resounding in their head just like it was yesterday, “Kai! How many times must I tell you? Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain!” 

They mouthed the words as it came. Liezel’s arms were akimbo, her brows furrowed as spittle flew across the room. She had rapped their knuckles harshly with the wooden handle of a feather duster for good measure.

Kai could feel the sting of pain upon their hand, as clear as day, but sharper still was the humiliation, the hurt pride. Their younger stepbrother, Alfie, had giggled to himself in the corner. They clenched their fists. People said they took after their mother’s temper, and more often than not, they found themself agreeing.

At this point, their tailored pants and leather shoes were soaked through and ruined. Even dry cleaning wouldn’t be able to salvage them in their miserable state. Grimacing, they brushed beads of waste water off their waistcoat—it was Sisyphean, almost—as new drops replaced old, blooming in piss-drunk patches across silk weaves. 

Why had their sire, Elena, sent them here again? Oh yes, “The sewer rats,” she said. “They’re hiding something from us. Find out what it is.”

They flipped their damp bangs away from their face in annoyance. Nearly two decades as a Kindred and they were still an errand runner—to Elena, to Lady Josephine, and in turn, to Baron Judge, the overarching Camarilla… Stringing them along with faint promises of power, like seductive wisps of smoke unfurling from their tongues, slithering into their ear and making a home in the hollow cavity of their skull.

Well, there were no sewer rats here. Through the dimmed shadows of light, all they could hear was the sound of sewage flushing through the system, pipes hissing and shaking, and molded moisture leaking from the arched ceilings. As they took a right, a group of vagrants huddling over a naked fire in an oil drum eyed them suspiciously. One crawled out from his tattered cardboard bed and shambled over to them.

“You got any er—”

Fentanyl. Meth. Heroin. He probably thought he could score some. The mole people—the homeless, the addicts, the outcast. They lived underground, in the flood tunnels, because there was nowhere else to go. Sometimes the water would reach so high that a bunch of them would drown. Not being quick enough made them easy pickings for the Nosferatu, but still bad blood all around.

Kai scrunched their face in disgust before relaxing their expression. Maybe they would have some use for this pitiful thing in front of them. With a practiced smile, they simpered, “I do… but first, tell me, how well do you know this place?”

The man coughed and shivered, grinning with swollen gums and putrid teeth. “Like the back of my hand.”

A guide. The gatekeeper of the sewer entrance had talked at length about its subterranean depths. Perhaps this man would know more. Raising an eyebrow, Kai focused their gaze, making sure their eyes met. A thin ring around their irises glowed—subtle, enticing, yet demanding. “Take me to its belly.”

He blinked slowly, once, twice, and then nodded. “This way,” he beckoned, turning around and trudging off through the labyrinth like a good soldier.

And so, Kai carried on, past winding corridors and forgotten lairs, crushing soiled glass and used needles beneath their heels. At the sides, strange altars decorated with melted wax candles and rotting pomegranates honored secret gods. The tunnels got darker and colder, so much so that they had to rely on their phone light to brighten up the path, but the guide didn’t seem bothered. In fact, he became livelier the deeper they went, as if he were drawing energy from some unknown source.

“Albert and Persephone would have a field day with this,” Kai grumbled under their breath, mocking the two absent members of their coterie behind their backs. Sarcasm dripped from their lips, cloying and condescending. 

They recognized that same unease they felt whenever Albert conducted one of his ceremonies, or the time they witnessed Persephone casting eerily-shaped shadows from her bare hands. The taint of Oblivion clutched at their unbeating heart and made their skin crawl.

Distant screams and moans from an alley interrupted their thoughts and a gnarly hand tugged at their arm. “Not there,” the guide warned before taking off again along another passageway.

The metallic stairs they descended afterward screeched on its hinges, clanking against the wall. Kai wondered how far down they went. It felt like they had been walking for miles. At some point, their phone light flickered and went out, and they stood in total darkness on the suspended staircase swaying in the chilled air.

It was so silent you could hear a pin drop, which was weird, precisely because they heard nothing. No creaking, no footsteps, not even the sound of one’s breathing.

Where had their guide disappeared to? Was this some kind of twisted prank they had fallen for? But it couldn’t be, that mortal should’ve succumbed easily; they saw him submit, enslaved by their will, he couldn’t—

“Kai! Help me, please!” a shrill cry pierced their left ear, shocking them to the core as they stumbled blindly forward, tumbling down the flight of stairs.

When they finally hit the rock-hard ground, something wet and sticky trickled down the side of their face as a dull, throbbing ache blossomed from the crown of their head. “Shit,” they muttered, tasting tangy iron on their lips, like licking a battery.

Dazed, they tried to pick themself up, only to slip on the waxy surface, falling into the muck on all fours. Shame and embarrassment rushed in twofold, rising like waves of heat towards their chest. That prickly feeling at the back of their throat returned, threatening to come apart. This couldn’t be happening—not to them, they didn’t deserve this.

“What do you think you deserve?” the same voice whispered in their ear. Cold, unnatural, and unfeeling, but uncomfortably familiar.

“I deserve a lot more than you!” Kai had screamed, back when they were kids playing on the cliffs along the coast. Resentment reared its ugly head as they glared down at their stepbrother. His chubby hands grasped the cliff’s ledge while he dangled in mid-air, squirming beneath Kai’s feet.

“I deserve all of this!”

They could crush him right now, that stupid weakling who’d never worked a day in his life, who’d everything handed to him on a silver platter, just because he was the favorite. 

No one would know. 

Crush him.

Do it.

The whispers grew louder as they buried their head in their hands and growled.

“Kai! Help me, please!”

They took one more look at their stepbrother’s soft brown eyes and the ocean of tears that had welled up in them, before setting their foot down on his tiny fingers, treading on them like ants. Alfie lost his grip and Kai had watched quietly as his body was reduced to a simple ragdoll in the tempestuous wind. His limbs tossed about wildly as the howling gust drowned out the boy’s cries. Jagged bedrock by the cliffside framed its subject like a moving watercolor painting. If they squinted, they could pretend it was a bird diving to catch its prey.

They waited, patiently and then some more, until the red sea foam turned pale, and all that was left was a memory of what once was. One less mouth to feed, one less child to fawn over, one less rival to tussle with. Time didn’t bring any remorse. Perhaps they had been a monster even before they were reborn.

From afar, an unearthly roar and mechanical whir shredded through the stillness, jolting them back into the present. Was this what the Nosferatu were hiding? Kai had heard stories of otherworldly entities that existed on this plane, undecipherable, unseen to the naked eye. There were more than just Kindred around, and they were beginning to realize that they weren’t on the top of the food chain.

Bolting forward, they couldn’t care less if they looked more animal than human as the sludge clung to their feet. It felt like a mass of hands creeping up their legs, dragging them down into the dirt where they belonged. They should’ve been put down for what they did. But they felt nothing. Years and months of nothing. At the funeral, they pressed a shard of glass into their palm, squeezing it within the pocket of their trousers, so that they would cry. Liezel couldn’t look at them for weeks.

Maybe this was the day of reckoning, their last chance to repent, but was there really something to feel guilty for? They had merely taken what was rightfully theirs from the beginning—before their mother remarried another man they were forced to call father, before they were told to sacrifice whatever they had for the sake of the other son.

They had reached the end, knowing this to be so as loose stone and rubble gave way, crumbling into the void pit below. It was pitch black, a long drop into a vortex of emptiness. For every second they stopped to pause, the darkness enshrouded them further, heavy and suffocating as it seeped in through their orifices.

And they were back on the cliff, at the scene of the accident. Although, instead of Alfie, it was Kai who was standing at its edge, waiting to be pushed.

“How does it feel to be in my shoes? How does it feel not to exist?” The tone was derisive, contemptuous.

Did Alfie expect them to accept their fate? To beg for forgiveness and mercy? They convulsed with laughter, the sound ricocheting off the walls. Their body was hollowed out, empty, a vacuum where nothing could be replaced.

There was only one thing left to do. Fear and weakness had no place in the Clan of Kings.

“Don’t you know?” they remarked, eyes black as coal. “I always win.”

And then, they jumped.

Dividers by @diableriedoll

[alexanderwales]

Pteridomania was the name for a Victorian craze for ferns. They stuck ferns on everything: pottery, metal, textiles, scupltures, etc. They went nuts for ferns. There were fern clubs. They collected ferns and had fern zines and invented the forerunner to the terrarium to keep their ferns protected from the air pollution that was pretty bad at the time. This was a very particularly British thing, relating to British ferns, and lasted for something like forty years before everyone got tired of it.

I guess I like to imagine some Victorian child talking about ferns like they're Pokemon, going on and on about the different types and the rare ones, and their Victorian mother is just politely nodding and trying to be interested and engaged, but she does not at all get it.

And there must have been fern gatekeepers, who would tell you that you're insufficiently respectful of ferns, or lacking in basic knowledge that a real fernhead knows, or you would bring your fern case to the club and someone would be a piece of shit about it, and then someone else would call him whatever they called assholes in Victorian times.

Pteridomania wasn't really unique. There were a bunch of different crazes, times when something went through a huge spike in popularity. Balloonomania was another one, when lighter-than-air ballooning was making a splash, and became something of a meme. There were balloons plastered on almost everything. Crazes sweep through countries and everyone gets in a frenzy about it, some much more than others, until eventually it passes.

There's just not as much documentation the further back in history you go, and so a lot is left to the imagination, but humans haven't actually changed that much, and there must have been ideas and topics that swept through Constantinople in 361. Some story or subject latches onto the zeitgeist and becomes the thing everyone is talking about, and then it fades into obscurity after a year or two, until no one remembers why grandma's plate shows a very specific type of ox on it.

[ezariumi]

Last year I drew some Magikarp in a magitub for Splash! a @/magikarpzine on Twitter. Psst! An alternate bathtub color is in the zine :Dc (And it’s free!) ZINE: magikarpzine.carrd.co