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The Crow's Nest is a Love and Deep Space speedrun zine that focuses on Sylus as a house husband. If you're interested in participating, take a moment to fill out our interest check.
IC: forms.gle/DYLykM5u2TxcmPeL6
📆 June 18, 9PM CT
FAQ: bycmykae.tumblr.com/post/813259689493217280
Concept: We use RNG to randomly assign character(s) and seasons to create content for
Content Restrictions and Requirements
Rating: SFW, Rated T for teens, High school appropriate
Characters: At random up to five characters will be assigned to you
Theme: They're working at Omi's cafe
A5, Free Digital PDF
3k words max for writers.
🧁 Schedule
Interest Check: Jul 01 -25 , 9PM CT
Contributor Sign Ups: Jul 27 - Aug 20, 9PM CT
Last day to Join Server: Aug 27, 9PM CT
Check in 1: Sept 27
Check In 2: Oct 27
Finals Due: Nov 27, 9PM CT
A3 turns 10: Jan 27, 2027
What is a zine?
New to zines? Check out zinebaby.carrd.co for some general information.
For this project, a zine is a digital PDF that consist of art and fics.
Who can participate?
Anyone who applies during the application period.
No previous experience.
No skill level requirement
No portfolio necessary. (Unless you want to be the cover artist.)
What types of mediums are allowed?
Anything that can be put into a PDF, which means no music or animation. (Although contributors are encouraged to turn their pieces into animations if they choose to outside of this project).
Comics are okay.
Contributor Expectations:
English speaking: mandatory.
Discord attendance: mandatory.
Check-ins: optional.
Let a mod know you need to drop: required.
Final deadline: non-negotiable.
🧁 Portfolio Requirements
Only cover artists need a portfolio.
For our cover we're looking for an artist who is willing to draw 4-5 people in a cafe. One of the characters MUST be Omi.
The cover will be subjected to RNG.
If chosen as the cover artist, you will be asked to make additional character pulls to include with the characters that were drawn during sign-ups.
🧁 What is RNG?
RNG stands for random number generator. It's a feature commonly found in gacha games and works similarly to pulling a name out of a hat.
You can view Genshin RNG or Starrail RNG for examples
🧁 Content Restrictions and Guidelines:
You can view the banners on our notion page.
No OCs
You can ONLY use characters you pull on banners
Omi is the only “Free” character. The rest of the characters must be pulled by RNG. You need to pull at least one character.
Only writers can mention other characters by name. Artists are not allowed to illustrate other characters
The concept is that the boys are working at Omi's Cafe.
How you incorporate the season is up to you, whether it be through foliage, precipitation, decor, or pastries.
SFW
Additional Questions?
Feel free to reach out through tumblr ask or email ([email protected])
Bycmykae's extensive FAQ: https://bit.ly/bycmykaefaq
Written for the Golden Threads of Time volume of the HSR RNG ran by @bycmykae.
Before the wandering hero even set eyes upon Okhema for the first time, another grand hero had ascended to the stars. The King of the Amphoreus chessboard sought more than just checkmate. She wanted to extend her influence beyond the borders of the playing field.
Cerydra kept her staff held high and her ambitions even higher. Beyond that sky, she knew that something had to be found: something that was worth seeking out. Unbound by natural order, it was what was past those stars that she wanted to claim as her own, whatever it may be. Not bound by the limit of even the tallest throne that could be offered to her, Cerydra walked up the steps towards the sky, bringing herself closer and closer to breaking through that cerulean blue.
The King’s march forth could not be stopped, until her advance strayed far too close to the sun.
The bejeweled stairs beneath her collapsed, just when the ceiling of the sky was within her reach. Cerydra could almost reach out her hand and peel back the clouds to catch a glimpse of what lay beyond. She failed to catch one in the palm of her hand, leaving her fist empty as she fell backwards and the sky grew more and more distant. The fallen King crash landed on her back, golden blood spilling from her wounds and pooling into the ocean that embraced her corpse.
Cerydra's story had been spread around as a cautionary tale. Within the established societies of the Amphoreus system, it circulated with the intent to advise one to not bite off more than they could chew, or similarly for one to know their own limits. Eyewitnesses outside the bounds of the system used this to their advantage, and it acted as a most effective means for keeping threats to the recurrence under control.
The outcomes of such cautionary tales were not enough of a deterrent for the Deliverer. In fact, he instead believed that he would be the one to change the course of his own fate. Rather than heed the warnings, he took this "caution" as a challenge. In order to reach the sun as that king had once attempted, he conjured up a plan seemingly so simple, yet so brilliant in his eyes.
"One pair of wings, please!"
The woman with long, silver-snow hair "stared" at him, for lack of a better term as her eyes were covered by a black blindfold.
"...You do know how to craft those, right?" Phainon asked.
"Yes," Jingliu said, coldly, "and why do you ask?"
"So that I can touch the sky, what else for?" he said, extending his arms up and wide like a falcon’s wings.
"Touch the sky. How naive."
"The birds can do it. So why can’t I? All I need are a pair of wings on my back!"
Phainon slammed his palms down on the counter.
"So, will you do it?"
Phainon looked at Jingliu with a wide, enthusiastic smile on his face. Jingliu on the other hand maintained an unwavering and cold expression. The standoff between them was quite awkward as the silence settled thick around them. Only was it disturbed by the occasional chatter of birds flying overhead.
While it was quiet around her, Jingliu’s mind was loud with the thoughts of her thinking through the encounter before her. That boy really thought that he could just up and fly anywhere in the world whenever he pleased armed with nothing more than a simple pair of wings upon his back. Not only that, but who was he to think that he had the right to touch the sky? He had to be no older than his early twenties, and he still reeked of countryside innocence.
Rather than turn him away and potentially deal with this persistent pest nipping at her side, Jingliu considered this to be a prime opportunity to teach him a lesson about playing hero. So, the answer was yes, she could do it. Yes, she could shape and mold him a pair of wings. She held out the palm of her hand, but before she could ask for monetary compensation, Phainon placed a satchel of gold down.
"Great!" he said. "And make them big!"
"Ambitious," Jingliu noted.
Phainon pulled back the sleeve of his shirt and flexed his arm. "Ambition? More like barely enough to weigh me down!"
She didn’t press him further for payment. The satisfaction from knowing that he was due to learn his lesson was payment enough. Without further word, Jingliu went into the back of the workshop.
Now, how was one to craft wings that could lift a human? Feathers were the most obvious choice. A single feather was not enough; not even two harbored the strength to lift a man into the air. A plethora of feathers bound together securely should suffice.
How one was to go about securing them together was the next debate.
Binding them together with string and rope was one option. That however, may prove to be too flimsy for her purposes. Feathers would slip out prematurely, causing him to doubt the integrity of her craftsmanship before he even took to the skies.
Wax. A very malleable substance. She could heat it and mend it into the shape of a wing. The feathers could be inlaid and arranged like a proud bird’s, and once it hardens, it would be just flexible enough to bend with the breeze and light enough to carry him atop the winds. And Jingliu would hand these wings, sturdy and noble, over to Phainon. And he would take them happily in his hands, running off with great enthusiasm and his thanks just barely audible from a distance away. And he would fly high, reach out for the sky, only to personally experience for himself why the legends warn against reaching out for that beautiful blue.
Phainon simply thought that the story of Cerydra was nothing more than a big city myth. When he looked up at the sky in Aedes Elysiae, he could always spot birds big and small flying above him. None of them collapsed to the ground or burst into flames, so why would he be any different?
Jingliu, on the other hand, knew what would become of him. The story of Cerydra’s failed ascension was infamous for a reason, being spread far and wide between both the old and the young. It seemed as if the tale as old as time was slated to claim its next literal victim. As she watched him run off with the product of her craftsmanship in hands, she thought to herself, why spoil the boy’s fun? A small smile crept across her face as she turned away and returned to regular maintenance.
From the highest point in Okehema that his legs could carry him, Phainon stood at its edge, wings secured to his arms. Feet anchored into the ground, he flapped them gently to get a feel for them. They were light and easy enough for him to move, yet simultaneously produced a hefty force of wind trailing behind every flap. Phainon believed that there was no way that they were going to let him fall. The wings were strong and imposing enough to make an old fairy tale look like nothing more than a paranoid mother’s word of caution.
Before he was about to step off the edge, Phaino had realized that he had never actually taken flight before. How exactly was he supposed to take off? Didn’t birds usually leap into the air and push themselves upward with a few beats of their wings? Or perhaps someone of his weight was going to need more of a running start?
The best way for Phainon to tackle this dilemma was to simply go for it. Taking a deep breath, he waved his arms back and forth to stretch his muscles, then he pushed himself off of the edge with a solid leap. Phainon flapped his arms with as much strength as he could muster. He felt the breeze blowing through his fingers and hair, but it was not working with him to lift him higher, no matter how fast he moved his arms.
The ground was rapidly getting closer. Perhaps it would have been wiser to attempt flight from somewhere not as far up so that failure would have far less devastating results. Counting on his death to be a rather swift one from the impact, he closed his eyes tightly and put the entire strength of his body into one final flap of his arms. Rather than his flesh be pierced by the rubble below, Phainon felt his body become weightless as the fall briefly ceased and he was lifted into the air. Instinctively, he repeated the motion: one hefty flap of the wings rather than the rapid beats he was attempting prior. And it lifted him again. And again. And again. After a few minutes of flapping his wings in such a fashion, Phainon slowly opened one of his eyes. He expected to see himself barely hovering above the ground, doomed to crash at the slightest slip of his rhythm.
The world looked so small from where he was suspended. He was actually flying. Not just hovering in one place, but flying. Okhema was growing continuously distant as he flew on.
Why were so many people warned against touching the skies? To him, it felt great! The breeze caressed his body and guided him through the air as the sun gently warmed against his back. And how could he be afraid when his presence was being so gently embraced?
With the winds holding him steady as all of the fear dissipated from his heart, Phainon’s cravings for the deep blue sky only grew. Confident, if not a little cocky, Phainon flapped his arms and pushed him further and further upwards. The air grew thin, but sheer willpower brought him closer and closer to the dusk that lie ahead.
The blazing sun continued to rise, and the warmth on his back only intensified. He felt as if Amphoreus’s sky had accepted him as one of its own, despite the claims from the legend of Cerydra. But as he ascended further and the setting sun grew warmer, he had failed to acknowledge Jingliu’s craft slowly faltering. Phainon had become so absorbed in proving himself against this fairy tale that he didn’t notice the wings slowly starting to lose their shape and that hot liquid wax was trailing along the contour of his arm muscles.
His flight began to feel amiss once he realized that his wings were no longer aiding in his ascent, but rather, he was being thrown around by them. In a panic, he looked at his arms to see that the shape of his wings were no longer recognizable. They had been thrown out of shape, feathers falling off as wax trailed down his body, and not even the strength of his forceful arms could keep him afloat.
At that point, Phainon knew he was going to go down for sure, so he tried to steady his body for as smooth of a descent as possible. The feathers that still remained wedged in the wax were unevenly distributed, throwing him off as he made the clumsy tumble out of the air. He dipped into Evernight, just shy of the sun. Phainon’s attempts to steady himself continued to falter, and his increasing panic only made the fall rougher.
Past the boundary separating Dawn and Evernight was Styxia the city of the deceased. A painful coincidence that Phainon’s final stop would be a city adorned with restless graves. In the middle of his feeble attempts to avoid the ruins, he collapsed downwards into the River of Souls, at high tide. Entangled by melted wax and worn feathers, Phainon was pulled down to the bottom of the river, swallowed by what lay below while he was reaching far too high.
Thus, that was one of many unfortunate fates of Phainon during the eternal recurrence. This was mighty perplexing to Khaslana, who had normally taken it upon himself to eliminate Phainon personally. Thanks to the young man being overly ambitious, the job had already been finished for him, and his memories handed to him on a silver platter.
Seeing what became of this unfortunate hero, Khaslana wondered, was he too ambitious himself to try and change the fate of the world? ...No, he wasn’t going to let himself fall under the bodies he had piled up, like Cerydea and the throne that had collapsed beneath her.
Because have you heard of Khaslana, the one who would not reach the dawn?
Hii quick question for the Red Flags zine! The sign up form says the character should be from a "moderately known" fandom— does that mean there's a fandom size that would be considered too small to qualify? 😅
Hello,
Maybe? Overall, we don't think it'll be a problem—it's mostly to drive in the fact that we are only accepting fictional characters ... and nothing super-duper indie.
Hope that makes sense.
✨ Let me show you a thing or two, lest we let your efforts go to waste.
Genshin RNG returns with V8. Underdogs, a tribute to our four star characters. The interest check begins today
✨ forms.gle/v3udfJU2CdNPoHf66
📆 June 01, 9PM CT
✨ FAQ: genshinrngzine.carrd.co
My art for the recently released "Hello Friend" KPDH Derpy & Sussie artbook zine hosted by @bycmykae! I feel like the dancheong influences here can be better, but I still enjoyed making this a lot. And ofc Sussie has to take centre stage hehe.
🟡 [ Download the zine for free via Itch.io! ] 🟡
// bonus: i made the pattern in the golden background myself! can you tell what it's supposed to be?
Hello! Regarding your FE3H RNG zine, Felix seems to be missing from the banners. Is this intentional?
Hello!
Apparently 15% of the characters in Banner A were not properly listed. 10% should be Felix while 5% is Lysithea.
Sorry for the error—but they have been added to the banners page now.
Content Restrictions and Requirements
Rating: SFW, PG
Theme: Sleep + Day & Night.
Requirements: 2 wallpapers. Sheep. Theme. #6f9cc5
🐑 Schedule
Interest Check : Jul 15 - Aug 09
Sign Ups: Aug 12 - Aug 25, 9PM CT
check in 1: Sep 30
check in 2: Oct 30
final submissions: Nov 30, 9PM CT
🐑 Who can participate?
Anyone who applies during the application period.
No previous experience.
No portfolio necessary.
🐑 What types of mediums are allowed?
Traditional art is allowed as long as you can scan, clean, and crop your art accordingly.
Photography (photos that you have taken) is okay as long as you are able to incorporate the project color into your final piece.
🐑 Contributor Expectations:
English speaking: mandatory.
Discord attendance: mandatory.
Check-ins: optional.
Let a mod know you need to drop: required.
Final deadline: non-negotiable.
🐑 How will this project work?
Artists will just have to provide the art that fits the template.
Theme: The theme is Sleep (inspired by counting sheep) + Day and Night. We're asking artists for daytime and nighttime versions of their wallpapers.
Compositions can be the same but just colored differently (examples can be provided in the server)
Sleep does NOT have to be represented in both wallpapers, just in the set.
Project color: like always theres one SPECIFIC shade that everyone must use in all their wallpapers. How you use it is up to you.
Mod Lucy will ensure uniformity by adding credit names and exporting wallpapers to be the same size.
All the PNGs will be zipped and the wallpapers will be downloadable through itch.io
IMPORTANT: For this project you are required to draw sheep. Rams will also be allowed. For this project only animal sheep will count as sheep. Biped/animal crossing styled sheep will count as sheep. Humans with sheep features will not count.
🐑 Additional Questions?
Feel free to reach out through tumblr ask or email ([email protected])
Bycmykae's extensive FAQ: https://bit.ly/bycmykaefaq
