#summer and sun zine

[lil-lemon-snails]

[dreamingpartone]

in more zine posting, here’s my artwork from Morning Sun!! it may have been predictable from me but I love some quiet summer moments ☀

(also there’s a very limited leftovers sale happening now until Feb 14th if you want to grab anything!)

[the-private-mundane]

sun

[spoopy-sloth]

Oh gosh, lettering, am I right?

[team-frightfur]

TUMBLR DENIES ME TAGS AGAIN BUT THIS TIME I WAS SMARTER. STRONGER. I WROTE MY TAGS IN THE BODY AND COPY PASTED. UNSTOPPABLE.

The atmospheric fade is used sooooooooooo well here.

Oh and we cant forget the accessories. Theyre so hecking cute! The hippos lil XD is to die for and once more the details are insane. Like you actually shaded the seams and pinch! Who hurt you and where can I get some? Also the green glasses compliment his reds so well.

Anyway next we have SVFD's funky lil floral shades (i love them so much you have no clue), the flower necklace is also amazing.

The dragons at the back are harder to make out but, obviously, that just sells the pic more as something lived in and dynamic. Plus, theyre still shaded super well and perfectly for the pic, so theres 0 to complain about.

Also love how I can FEEL clear wings pure joy at being given a hat by little Yugo. Look at that grin, that upturned eye. I've never seen a more overjoyed Beast and SV is RIGHT THERE smiling so hard its jaw's gonna unhinge. Do feel a lil sad about how CW's wings blend into the trees but a comps gotta comp. This is karma for them being the negating dragon. Anyway, I love their accessories, like all the speedroids on Yugo's surfboard (red eye, 2 tri eye and 1 terrortop? Thats the duel links set baybee).

Dark reb is just as happy, but a lil more restrained. I also dk what mon they've got. it has ancient cloak vibes but im no PK expert. Barely play them really. The flowers make it festive either way. The Dark reb pattern on the kite is a nice touch, too!

Ok dragons down, time to scream about 4 small boys! First off, someone get Yugo a shirt before he gets sunburned /joking.

Ok but for real Yuya and Yuris poofy shirts are very summer vibes and very cute. It gives them both a really floaty feeling that suits the piece! Yuya's big ol smile is the cutest thing I've seen all week (plus the fangs are a super cute and nice touch) and Yuris smug "im gonna beat your ass" grin is impeccable. The water guns are really well done, too. Love how yuri's matches SVFD, but curious about Yuya using blue. Is it a ref to his pendulum? Anyway, the shading on their hair (yuyas contrasting values in particular stand out to me) are also so silken and jaw dropping that I feel like you could shear it and weave a silken scarf out of it. Fantastic 10/10.

Yugo's tiny grin is so precious 50/50 and I love how Yuto is kinda cautiously clinging to dark reb as he carefully takes stock of the situation. Yuya and Yuri may be at war, but Yuto and Yugo have chosen peace. For now.

Last but not least, the effect work is really good! I like the refracted light scattered tastefully across the piece to give it some pink and white and add to the sunny vibe. I've already mentioned how well done the addition based atmospheric fade is. The snatches of subsurface scattering like on SV's dark green and the underside of Yuyas shirt are just an extra 10% of perfection.

The thing that gets me about this is that there are no flaws. Zero corners cut. I almost pity you because I feel like this must have simultaneously been the most satisfying and painful thing ever created. I cannot fathom having the heart to do this.

1000/1000 are you a professional artist because holy shit.

My piece for Dragon's den zine.

[genderqueerdykes]

hello, i am disabled intersex trans person who needs to pick up medications, as well as save up for next month's rent ($475). the events i was vending jewelry at IRL got postponed until next month due to severe heat- there as been an excessive heat warning for most of the past 2 weeks and it's made making any income difficult, as i am very sensitive to the heat due to my health conditions making me sensitive to sun + heat. i have gotten heat sick several times already this summer and cannot push myself any harder to work atm.

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[zimtameise]

Old art that I drew for the Amid Sun and Sea SV Zine

Cooling off at Qing Jing peak's pond on a hot summer day.

[catspawcreates]

Y’all… I don’t usually broadcast much private life, but I had to pivot away from graphic design after my dept was outsourced early this year. (I’m still working on the zine tho!)

It was a big decision in order to ultimately provide and have stability for my kids. This summer was awful for art jobs all over (as many of us have seen and heard). While I’m sure the industries affected will recover, I just couldn’t wait. Rejection after rejection, barely getting a few interviews… I made a big shift

I’ve been in school the last few months learning how to drive big rig trucks. I know it’s a weird transition on paper, but I’m moving forward.

Today was the day of my CDL test.

…I got up… put on Sun & Moon socks for support! (Picture below)

It was unexpectedly snowing

On the way to the test site, the transmission on my van mostly crapped out

My van tried to overheat multiple times on the way

I still miraculously limped along and made it on time to test for my CDL (I had left Really Early thank goodness)

Guess what….

………

I passed! 💫

I now officially can legally drive a big truck and get a job to support my little family (and maybe an art hobby or three 😹)

I’m still dedicated to my Catspaw vision and art journey. Nothing much is changing here that hasn’t already changed. There is a lot more in store!

Sometimes you have to take the path that curves and winds to get where you need to go, but no matter your journey, just keep moving forward, one step at a time.

Many hearts. Much support for all of you and wherever your journey leads you.

[mousesketches]

it's almost summer, so here's a quorra enjoying the sun :)

also a bit of a redraw of my color-coded zine piece from a few years ago!!

[dashaskywheels]

The majestic Sol Regem - the lord of the Sun ☀️

✨ The art was ready in August 2023, and for August month in the Year of the Dragon calendar (Mult Kalendar zine). The last month of summer - sunset.

[huoyd]

Dot's Delivery Service

Summary: As customary for the witches of their family, it's officially Dot's term to go off in to the world and train to be the next great witch of her family. Ao3 Link: [ link ] Pairings: none Words: 1251 A/N: Hey everyone, this is the piece I did for the @weeb-warners's anime-niacs zine ! I hope you all like it ! [ commissions ]

The wind rustles through the tall grass surrounding Yakko as he sits peacefully on the grassy hill nearby to their home. He watches the blades bend, the sun reflecting off the brilliant green, enjoying the last few hours he has before he’s stuck in the backseat of a car with both his siblings for however long it takes to get to their campsite.

It’s a beautiful day that he knows will turn into a beautiful night. It’s nearing the end of spring, so while there’s still a mild chill to the air, there’s no bite. Perfect for camping. 

Perfect for flying. 

It doesn’t take having a talent for precognition to know that the camping trip will get cancelled. 

He stands up, stretches, and makes his way towards the house. The car is left half-packed, bags and tents laying on the ground around the vehicle, abandoned probably at Dot’s announcement. He can already hear his father trying to convince his baby sister to just hold out another week. 

“Ah, the youngest is always the hardest, huh, Momma?” Yakko asks, leaning against the doorframe as both he and his mother watch on with fond smiles.

“I hadn’t thought it would be, and yet,” Angelina says back as Dot circles the house throwing things into her bag.  She carefully steps around Wakko where he’s sitting on one of the kitchen stools to grab a couple of apples off the counter. There’s a half-eaten apple in his own hand and an entertained smile on his face as his eyes follow their father trailing along behind her.

“Ah, c’mon, princess, we’ve been plannin’ this trip for weeks, can’t ya’ jus’ wait a lil’ while longer?” 

Dot finally stops her flurry of movements, turning around to face their father. 

“Sorry, dad~ When you know you know, and I know that tonight is going to be the perfect night to go.” She looks out the window with a bright smile. The leaves rustle in the trees as the light breeze blows through them. “Yeah, tonight is going to be perfect and I need it to be perfect. How else am I going to prove I’m ten times the witch that these two bozos are?” 

She sticks her tongue out at Yakko, and Yakko returns the gesture, though his smile stays lighthearted. 

He’d gone out on his own training when he was 13, and so had Wakko, though Yakko had returned home this spring in anticipation of Dot going on her own. Both of their training had gone well with Yakko, now 18, working as a seer in a small coastal town just south of their home, and Wakko, 15, now training directly under their mother in potion making.

Now it’s Dot’s turn to go out into the world and find her talent. 

Angelina finishes hemming the bottom of Dot’s dress, making sure it fits just right for her journey. 

“Does it have to be so dark? Black clashes with my fur,” Dot tells her mother with a pout as she holds the dress up. 

“It’s customary, Dot. I’ve at least made it a very dark pink so that it doesn’t clash too horribly. Come now, let’s get you dressed.” 

She helps her daughter into the dress, getting it situated. Once it’s on she helps straighten the flower holding her ears up and smiles. Her hands go to the side of Dot’s head, fluffing her fur.

“Look at you, so grown up. My last, little baby.” She wraps Dot in a hug, tears gathering into her eyes. 

“Mom, c’mon. I’m not a little girl anymore,” she tells her, though hugs back. “You’ll barely know I’m gone, especially with Tweedledee and Tweedledum hanging around for the summer.” 

Honey shakes her head, stepping back to get a good look at Dot before she picks up her bag and broom and hands it over to her. 

“I’ll always notice, baby. And I’ll always be waiting for you to come back home to us.” She leans in, kissing Dot on the forehead before standing back again. Her gaze turns towards the window and she sighs. 

“Dusk,” she comments, and Dot smiles. 

Dot stands at the top of the hill their home rests on, her broom in hand and all of their friends and neighbours gathered to see her off. 

She can feel the wind rustling through her fur, looking out over the horizon. The sun is slowly setting, the sky turning beautiful shades of orange, pink and purple. A few stars begin to twinkle where it’s at its darkest, and the golden light reflects off her eyes. 

She turns back, the same bright eyes focusing on her family. 

“I’m ready.” 

Yakko and Wakko come up first, smiling brightly at her. 

They both remember when they had left, each standing in the very same spot their sister stands in now. 

Yakko had been nervous, unsure about leaving his baby siblings, just 8 and 10 at the time, behind even for a tradition as timeless as this. Wakko had been excited, dreaming of the adventures he could have. The people he would meet. The food he would get to try. It had been little surprise that he’d come back as a potion maker. 

Not that there had been much surprise for Yakko, either. Not with his eerie ability to recite knowledge he had no right to know. 

His eyes catch the bright yellow of the flower pinning up Dot’s ears. He can’t imagine he’ll be overly surprised when she comes home either, but he won’t spoil anything for her. 

“We’re proud of you, baby sis. You’re gonna knock’em dead. One way or another,” Yakko tells her, ruffling her fur. She immediately moves away from his touch. 

“Hey, knock it off!” She hits his hand away before reaching up to fix her flower. There is a smile on her face that she can’t quite smother enough to be annoyed at her eldest brother. 

Wakko comes up next. He wraps her in a bear hug, picking her right up off the ground and giving her a twirl for good measure. 

“We’re gonna miss ya’, Dot, but it’s time t’get out there, make y’er mark on the world! Jus’ hopefully not a scorch mark.” 

She can’t help but to laugh at her sibling’s words as Wakko sets her back on the ground. She takes a step back, her back straightening as she stands tall. Her smile is wide and proud, her eyes determined. 

“Yeah, yeah. It’s gonna be a bigger mark than either of you ever made, just watch me.” 

Her brothers smile at her, but soon their eyes are looking out towards the horizon, watching once more as the wind runs through the leaves on the surrounding trees. Their smiles turn softer, more resigned. They know it’s time. 

“Alright. I’m ready guys!” She says, turning around and getting into position on her broom. 

She can feel a weightlessness gathering in her body as she gets ready for her take off. The wind begins to flow around her, rather than past her, the breeze running through her fur as magic grows within her. 

“You better write, okay, young lady!” She hears her mother yell out behind her and her smile only brightens. 

“Of course I will! How else am I gonna tell you about all of the amazing things I’m doing?” She calls back over her shoulder.

Her eyes look forward, focusing on the horizon, and with one more breath she kicks off the ground.

[synnthamonsugar]

Fishing fun in the summer sun!

My entry for @d2artevents Solar Embrace Vol. 4! Be sure to check out the full zine & all the amazing entries!

[aoxue]

Writing Patterns

rules: share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

Tagged a little while ago by both @heyholmesletsgo and @bitterfrosts !

Since I only have a couple works up and published, I am going to bend the rules a bit and include a few soon-to-be-published stories as well 😬

Summer is not yet come, but the sun burns hot, and the air is thick with moisture. (on the wild nights, who can call you home?)

The moon is high, the inn is filled with bright light and laughter, and Xiao Xingchen only wants to be gone. (if this were my last glimpse of winter)

The world is covered in white. (on a clear day)

Someone likes to kick things off with a description of the setting!!! Not the back-to-back 3-clause-sentence combo too lmao. And obviously, it's all songxiao. ✨

And then, for what's still cooking:

"Do you think she'll be able to find her way here?" (taste of home) Modern diaspora songxiao w/ A-Qing, which will be in the 2024 MXTX Food Zine! Projected release in November.

The little farmstead is peaceful as the day winds down. (shiver the whole night through) A little scene from the same folk horror/historical fantasy AU as wild nights that I'm going to put up around Halloween, just to get it out there.

A-Qing knew that she should have stuck to the woods, but in the end, her stomach got the best of her. Still untitled and very much WIP songxiao Ladyhawke AU. No estimated date, but it's one I'm excited about currently. :)

Still a little bit of scene description, but I'm glad to see I'm varying it a little more with my hooks lol

My couple usual go-to people have already been tagged, so anyone who would like to do this next can!

[samisnotlegend]

In Every World

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Hey everyone! I wrote a promotional fic for the @nomewithoutyoubkdkzine! Working on this zine has been incredibly fun, and I can't stress enough how honored I am to have been a part of this team. Preorders for the zine open on January 22nd!

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“What do you want to play today, Kacchan?”  

Bakugou Katsuki, seven years old, took several moments to ponder the question. His rain boots, superfluous at the moment thanks to cloud-eating warmth of the summer sun, crunched over the rocky ground near a creek bed. 

Deku’s boots crunched right alongside him. His best friend’s hand was clasped in his own, and their hands swung together as they walked. Izuku squeezed his hand, and Katsuki squeezed back, still trying to think of an answer. 

They had played a lot of really excellent games already this summer…

Next to their path, the creek trickled and gurgled pleasantly, briefly tempting with an offer of not only a refreshing dip, but with tiny minnows to play with, and swaying strands of river grass to comb through for treasure.

Yesterday, Katsuki and Izuku had been the most fearsome pirate kings of the seven seas! They’d stood ankle-deep in the creek for hours, building pirate ships out of twigs and leaves, and racing them down the treacherous waters. They’d chased minnows and called them sea serpents, and once, a great kraken that looked a little like a crayfish had reached up with a claw, dragging their pirate ship down into Davy Jones’ locker! 

Katsuki and Deku had barely escaped that one. In the end though, they’d followed the map that Deku drew in the sand to where X marked the spot, and had unearthed their treasure, two shiny, pretty bottle caps. 

Katsuki was thinking of asking his mom for help so that he could turn their treasure into necklaces. He thought Deku might like that. 

Anyway… Katsuki was tempted to pick up where they left off yesterday. Maybe they could find the dastardly kraken and get their pirate ship back! 

But no, Katsuki shook his head. The same game two days in a row was boring. Deku definitely wanted a new adventure.  

Beside him, Deku continued to be patient. He hummed slightly as he walked, and every now and again, he did a little jump to make it over some of the bigger rocks in their path. 

That reminded Katsuki of the time that they had been adventurers. Katsuki was a dragon king, with a sword and a real dragon, and Izuku was a knight! They had some really excellent sword fights that day, and the great hero All Might himself had given them quests! At one point though, Deku had made a pretty gross potion out of mud, leaves, and a cicada shell so maybe they shouldn’t play that one again for a little bit… 

Katsuki thought back to more of their adventures. 

Before that, Katsuki and Deku had been genius inventors, building flying machines out of computer paper and rubber bands. Then they’d been youkai, jumping across the stones in the creek to go play pranks on humans! Another time, they had been brave nomads, trekking across a frigid winter landscape with no one but their trusty wolf and sheep plushies at their sides. 

They’d been rock stars, and superheroes, and doctors, and even angels and demons! Katsuki had been a fearsome dragon, and Izuku had been a sharp-toothed mermaid, and, and, and—!

Katsuki looked over at his friend. 

They passed under the shadows of leaves. The air felt warm, but a little cooler than it had been at the height of summer. Katsuki suddenly realized that their summer break would be ending soon. He felt a sudden pang of sadness, because he was really going to miss being able to play and explore with Deku all day. 

If summer was ending, then that meant that choosing today’s game was even more important. Katsuki huffed, his lips down turning into a small pout. He had to pick something awesome. Deku was counting on him!

“Hey Kacchan…” 

Katsuki glanced over at his friend. A glimmering slant of sunlight sent spots of reverse-freckles dancing across Deku’s cheeks and nose. The edge of his green curls glowed golden with the soft light. Deku smiled when their eyes met, and Katsuki felt his heart start to beat a little faster in his chest. 

Katsuki felt the weight of Izuku’s eyes and attention settle over his shoulders like a blanket, and the edge of his frustration crumbled away. He took a deep, quiet breath.  

“What, Deku?” Kacchan asked. 

Deku blinked as if he were surprised. Then he smiled even wider. 

“I dunno,” Deku admitted, “I forgot what I was gonna say.”  

Katsuki huffed, but the edges of his lips turned upward. “Dumb Deku,” he said, “Y’can’t even remember one thing from two seconds ago?” 

“It’s your fault!” Deku said, leaning in playfully to tip his head against Katsuki’s. “Kacchan’s eyes looked so pretty in the sunshine that I just forgot! They look sparkly an’ even prettier than rubies!” 

Katsuki spluttered, and felt the heat in his face return full force. “Stupid Deku!” He yelled, and pulled away from Deku’s hand to hide his face. 

Deku giggled, apparently unbothered. 

“You–! You pick the game today, Deku!” Katsuki demanded, blindly fumbling for something to distract him from his embarrassment. “Since you’re so—you’re so—!”

“Oh! You want me to pick? Hmm but…” 

Katsuki felt some of the heat leave his face, and he lowered his hands.

“You can’t do it, huh Deku? Psh, that’s why I–” 

“No, that’s not it!” Deku denied. “I can think of good games too!” 

“Oh yeah?” Katsuki crossed his arms. He felt better now that he and Deku were arguing, although when Katsuki skirted his eyes across Deku’s flushed cheeks and bright eyes, he felt his heartbeat quicken again. So he looked away, pretending to be interested in the swaying of the moss-covered branches of the maple trees. “Then why don’t you think of one, dumb Deku?” 

“Dumb Kacchan!” Deku fired back, “It’s because I don’t care what we play, obviously!” 

“Whaddya mean?” Katsuki looked back to see that Deku had jutted his bottom lip out in an adorable pout. Deku huffed, and, reaching out, he reclaimed Katsuki’s hand in his own. Katsuki let him. 

“I don’t care what we play,” Deku said again. “Because I’m happy as long as I’m with you, Kacchan.” 

Katsuki briefly caught sight of Deku’s smug smile before his face once more exploded into heat. 

“Deku!” Katsuki cried, but Deku didn’t let go of his hand, and Katsuki didn’t try to make him. Deku was so embarrassing! How could he just say things like that?!

After a moment, Deku started walking again, and Katsuki followed, hiding his face in his other hand. Their hands began to swing together again.

Overhead, the wind rustled the leaves together pleasantly. Birds chirped in greeting to each other all over the forest, and the creek murmured quiet sighs over every rock and twisted root in its path. A dragonfly, sparkling orange like candied fruit, buzzed over the water for a quick drink. 

Katsuki supposed that he still needed to come up with a game, though it didn’t really seem to matter very much anymore. Deku was right, he guessed. 

They could be astronauts, rebel thieves, superheroes, or even just regular adults with regular jobs! 

Katsuki squeezed Deku’s hand, and Deku immediately squeezed back. 

In every world, in every game, Katsuki knew he’d be happy just as long as he got to be with Deku. 

[summerstarsfes]

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@babykatafan 's bright and beautiful shading is almost as dazzling as the summer sun!

(Pre-orders are open until October 24th! 🔗 ⬇️)

[imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese]

Oblation

Link to Ao3 if you prefer to read it there

I am unused to sunshine.  The brightness hurts my stolen eyes.  Yet here I find myself on a grass-covered hill, mid-afternoon, with the sun pouring down upon me and no shade nearby.  

In one hand, I hold an artifact of dark magic, wreathed in protective soulfire, endlessly whispering promises that would twist and shape desire.  In the other, I hold an elongated bun, soft bread split in twain.  Condiments which resemble a combination of blood and chopped hive entrails surround a tube of finely ground flesh, marked from contact with searing hot metal in dark stripes along its length.

Beside me, my companion tries and fails to hide his anticipation from me.  The combination of his irreverence with his eagerness to please me is both frustrating and endearing.  He stands over a flaming pyre with other tubes of ground flesh upon it.  He tends to them as they hiss and spit their juices into the fire.

He claims this meal is traditional for the season.  He insists this communal ritual consumption is an essential aspect of the experience of Summer.  He has also insisted on preparing drinks containing small wood and paper umbrellas which serve no useful function.  He claims they are customary as well.

Scribe Eido of the House of Light and her father are both nearby.  Four-armed, towering over everyone except the Cabal, they are inspecting the tubes of ground flesh on the fire with quiet suspicion, not wanting to offend.

Others watch us carefully.  Members of the Vanguard, civilians, guardians, Eliksni, Cabal...  They look upon the broiling fleshy cylinders with a mixture of hunger and concern.  My companion is known for having eaten many inedible things.  They are unsure if food prepared by him will be delightful or abhorrent.  They seek validation from the first one to receive a portion of this strange meal.  

All eyes are upon me as I raise the end of his half-burnt offering to my lips.  I take a bite and watch his face as I chew.  His eyes glint proudly in the sunlight.  His lips form a rakish smile for me and me alone.  It always pleases him so intensely when I consume something he has prepared.  

The meat is flavourful and infused with the smokiness of the fire.  The condiments are sweet and tangy.  The bread is soft and warm.  Try as I might, I cannot help but smile.  

It is delicious.

Be sure to check out the rest of the zine! It's full of art and writing from multiple people, including several pieces written by me!