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commissions open! don't be shy, i'm such a cutie i swear
Got to participate in the Guilty Gear Diner art collab! It was so much fun🍙
Low budget, library-made, collaborative DIY zine project based around the pre-Xrd Guilty Gear games.
🔥🔥 This is a mature (18+ only) project. Applications will be limited to people 20 years of age or older 🔥🔥
ABOUT:
The goal of this zine is the creation of something viscerally handmade — a throwback to earlier zines made entirely at home or in libraries as opposed to printed by expensive manufacturers. It will be 20 pages (5 sheets, front & back, folded) and printed at a local library, then folded and stapled entirely by hand. All interior pages will be black & white, with the outer cover sheet being in color.
To push back against censorship and purity culture, this zine will be open to mature themes and concepts, such as sex, sexual fetishes, and nudity, though the final zine may not contain all of those. It will also allow and embrace LGBTQ+ representation and headcanons.
NO AI.
ZINE INFO, BRIEF:
13 total contributors (10 artists, 2 authors, 1 Radguy)
20 pages (5 sheets, folded)
Color cover, black & white interior
Limited to characters from before Guilty Gear Xrd (Guilty Gear (1998) to Guilty Gear Vastedge XT (2013)). Guilty Gear Xtra is not allowed.
LINKS:
Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/ggcopybook.bsky.social
Carrd: https://ggcopybook.carrd.co/
Carrd includes a FAQ with contributor guidelines and expanded physical details of the zine itself.
MODS:
Head Mod & Organizer: Sol Radguy ( @solradguy ) // Discord: solradguy Bsky: solradguy.neocities.org
General Mods & Helpers: Joel AXLFAN2000 // Website/socials: joeled.nekoweb.org
Elk // Bsky: cellcalledparadise.bsky.social
maid-chan ukagaka ~ download now!
lol
Green hair 🐍
i like her a lot.....
wips and more versions below the cut
Yknow I'm kinda sad that the stereotype for I-no mains is just like horny simp loser because like. It really does feel like people just assume they heard her grab animation line and went "god I wish that were me"
But that, I feel, excludes the people who looked at I-no herself and went "god I wish that were me"
truth chord
THAYRE BACK BABY 8 SLOTS
English translation of That Man's story from the Overture Material Collection.
Updated Asuka's story from the GG2OMC
your maid's obsession with 'schmovement' and 'farming aura' reflects very poorly on your character. just saying
Vastedge Izuna fit test! This caption can’t describe how excited I am to finish this costume of my dreams. I want to feel like this forever.
About 80-100 hours of work, everything was made from scratch (including undergarments and beard)
Thanksgiving Dinner is for politics.
My girlfriend asked me to bring mine. Salt crunches under my thrifted combat boots as I walk up her driveway. I hang my jacket in her cloak room and take a moment with the provided mirror to check over my white tank, flecktarn pants, and red bandana. I don't think I could be any clearer without a messenger bag or a dumb hat.
As I step into the living room, heads turn; my girlfriend stands, approaches me, and plants a kiss on my lips to signal who it is. I grin at the family I've been asked to meet. They're all so white, and there's far-right bullshit playing on the TV.
I find a seat, and I get my arm around her waist, and I pull her in. I made sure when I was getting dressed that there were still traces of grease on my arms from cleaning my rifle earlier—just traces, her dress will be fine. It's a frilly piece; if memory serves, the first she bought after coming out as a girl.
She leans into me contentedly. I lick my canines at a guy who's probably her older brother, and he glares back. With my free hand, I push my tits up slightly, and he glares harder. God it's so easy fucking with these types. We'll talk politics later and I'll fucking dogwalk him.
I haven't been seated more than a few minutes when someone enters from the kitchen. An older sister?—no, hand on her ass: that's the brother's wife. She's blonde, and it's pinned back, and she's wearing the blue-white checked gingham shirtdress. She sets a tray of something on the coffee table for the men.
I kiss my girl again for emphasis, then get up and follow shirtdress into the kitchen. The men laugh softly, but it doesn't matter; I'll score all those points back over the dinner table later.
"Hey," I say, leaning against a cupboard. "Can I help out?" It's a way for me to get conversation going, start playing the game while also getting the high ground on the men. I tell myself that.
"You the dyke?" she asks without turning around.
It's not because I've never seen one of these dresses in real life before. That's not what it is. She looks like she walked off a television set or out of a fascist's dream of a return to "better times."
"I'm Jean's date, yeah," I answer.
"Caroline," she says, turning and gesturing at herself. "Go on, there's prep dishes. I've been working in here since practically last night."
I step up to the sink. The dishes are already sorted, waiting for free hands to clean them. I remind myself as I get to work that this is just part of playing the game. Her heels click as she makes her way back and forth across the kitchen, moving oven trays. Brown pumps to match her brown belt to match her gold hair. God I'm gay.
Dishes are easy. I stack pots upside-down to dry and I towel off expensive knives. My hands are elbow-deep in my work when I feel a hand on my ass. I toss my head back and grin. Caroline looks me in the eye coldly. Anything I do to get her hand off me is going to involve either raising my voice or flinging soap everywhere.
I mean, I'm here to make a scene, but not like that. I let it happen. She squeezes, then nods, and turns away, back to her work like it didn't happen. I dry my hands when the drying rack is full and can't take any more dishes.
"So," I start, shoving my hands into my pockets and leaning against the sink. "Nice place."
"The Lord has been good to us," Caroline says with a practiced pleasantness. "Why don't you go back to your date?"
Hell, why don't I?
"Surely you've got more I can do," I say. "Mind if I smoke in here?"
"You will do no such thing. In fact, you will apologize for suggesting it." Her voice is a whip.
I lock eyes with her. I think I've overplayed my hand. Now I can't go back to Jean without looking beaten and shirtdress won't give me more work unless I—her eyes are ice-blue and her makeup is perfect.
they want us to all hate each other and everyone falls for it every time
thinking again about vampirism as disability
what if you slept all day and woke at night, lonely and frustrated. what if you couldn't go to social events, or even mundane public spaces like stores. what if you couldn't see the sun. what if you couldn't go to the pool, or the beach, or the creek. what if you couldn't eat what everyone else is eating. what if you couldn't eat at all. what if your basic needs came at the cost of your loved ones' quality of life. what if you became agitated, confused, maybe even violent if your needs weren't met. what if people blamed your behavior on demons, or worse, your own inherent evil. what if people saw you as a threat to your own community. what if the default response to your suffering was either indifference or violence. what if people thought you were better off dead, that you no longer count as human, that they're doing you a favor by letting you disappear. what if people assumed you must somehow deserve all of this. what about that.
A couple years ago, there was a post complaining about the trope in vampire fiction where Ethical vampires are shown obtain blood by stealing from blood banks, and how this shouldn't be portrayed positively, because it takes away from people with legitimate medical need. But here's the thing. If vampires don't need to kill humans to live, if they are capable of surviving off of blood from blood banks, then they aren't monsters: there just a person with a disease that means they have a periodic need from the blood bank.
Word is going round the POW camp that the Empress is looking for a captured officer who's willing to sell out. To this special defector, the reward of her choice is offered: a quiet retirement, an administrative sinecure, perhaps a place in the Empress' victorious army—but it's the job itself that's the real reward. The defector, the higher-ranking the better, will be given her uniform back, invited to the Empress' palace, and permitted to attend the upcoming ceasefire talks.
She will not be there to speak, of course. She'll be spending the entire evening between the Empress' thighs. It's unclear whether the Empress imagines that this will give her an advantage during negotiations or whether she just wants it for its own sake, but that's not your place to worry about. So how about it, Major? How's the stamina on that jaw and tongue? You're just Her Majesty's type.