So hyped to share the page I drew for the @addisonzine !! Leftover sales are going on now, you should check it out if you wanna grab some awesome Addison goodies >;3c
I also designed a keychain and a pin for the zine, really glad that I got the opportunity to participate in an Addison themed zine with other awesome artists (and also getting the chance to design my first ever keychains/pins)! Leftover sales are happening right now so go check it out if you haven't done so! :D
The Oathtaker, Servant of Draghtai the Undying by Addison Smith
Flames roared, spirits engulfed, and Draghtai the Undying ascended into godhood. The Oathtaker stood at his altar and beheld the spectacle he had awaited so long.
Published in our December 30, 2022 newsletter. Full story is under the cut.
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Flames roared, spirits engulfed, and Draghtai the Undying ascended into godhood. The Oathtaker stood at his altar and beheld the spectacle he had awaited so long. The prophecy was fulfilled before his very eyes as his master glowed bright, his body hovering in the air with majesty and menace. A harsh wind blew away the ashes of his form and soot blackened the chamber walls. In moments it was done and the Oathtaker, Servant of the Undying God, stood alone.
His master was gone, at least for now. The ritual was completed and Draghtai entered the dark and pillared word of gods. He stood in a room of candles and blood-written runes, and the sacrifice of the Chosen lay before him on the altar, pierced by a runic dagger. The Oathtaker, for the first time in decades, was alone.
He tapped his foot and rustled his robes, inspected fingernails which had grown long and uncared for. Outside the hordes chanted, no doubt having seen the ascension of their master. After a time, the chanting died down and became only the shuffle of undead legions as they returned to their demonic homes. In the end there was silence.
As night fell, moisture dripped from the walls of the keep, amplifying the quiet of a hold whose purpose had been fulfilled. The Oathtaker placed a hand on the forehead of the Chosen Sacrifice. Still dead. Good.
He’d done it. For all that his master had accomplished, his servant took pride in his part. He collected the seals which bound the heavens and marched an army of the undead upon the Bright Towers and the City of Light.
The Song of Weeping was sung, the Masks of the Unnamed broken. He went through a to-do list decades long in his mind and found nothing to hold him. Freedom, should he wish it, was his. He could find a home, a family, and reconnect with hobbies long-lapsed. He could pick up his instrument and play the faltering chords of ballads near-forgotten, or write new ballads to his master.
The wind blew. His robes rustled. He stood still.
The runic dagger fell from the Chosen Sacrifice and hit the floor with a clatter. The Oathtaker jumped, placed his hand upon the hero’s forehead again. Dead. He sighed.
He wondered if his master was so lost without him, then cursed himself for his blasphemy of projecting weakness upon the Undying God. He prodded the Chosen and looked about the room.
The Oathtaker coughed, and if it came out sounding a bit like the Spell of Resurrection, he surely didn’t notice. The Chosen stirred and hacked and sat upon the altar as his wounds miraculously healed.
The Oathtaker jumped back as if wounded, and faced the Chosen with a fierce glare. “It is too late!” he told the Chosen. “Draghtai has ascended, and you cannot stop him!”
The chosen stared him down and hefted his sword. “I will not fail, Oathtaker. Your master can still be bound.” He radiated heroism and the Oathtaker scoffed.
“You speak of the Bangles of Uruthdur! You will never find them!”
The Chosen swung his sword, and the Oathtaker disappeared in a wisp of smoke. When he reappeared he stood on the edge of a cliff. The Chosen stumbled from the keep below, and the Oathtaker grinned.
He would not let him succeed. He would raise the armies of the undead once more and bring terror to the land. In the Oathtaker’s mind a list began to form of all he must do to protect his master from this unforeseen threat.
“Yes,” the Oathtaker said. “There is much to do.” When the prophecy was fulfilled and Draghtai returned, he would see the deeds of his servant. The Oathtaker radiated with pride, raised the Horn of Kishet, and summoned the armies of the dead.
Addison Smith is an author of science fiction, fantasy, and horror, and truly cannot grasp how large an emperor penguin is.
Howdy! Decided to enter my entry for the Addison Zine contest a little late, haha-
I’ve chosen to make a clay figure of one of my favorite moments from all of chapter 2, the berdly coaster fight! Oddly enough my siblings and I were so very excited to see him on our first play through, probably one of the few who did! We just immediately exploded out of our chairs when he first entered on his stupid blue bird coaster.
My favorite character is Spamton, but Berdly just had such big impact on me that I had to make him!
I decided to make his coaster ontop of the track for the base, and his battle sprite inside of it.
He’s roughly over five inches tall,4 1/2 inches in width, and about 9 inches in length! He took me about two days to create, what headaches did he give me-
Just love the fella! Despite many others not liking him-
Well, it’s official! I can finally share this here! This is the final drawing I did for the recent Addison Zine I was a part of over at @addisonzine! The Pink, Blue, and Yellow addisons were my favorites, so I obviously wanted to draw them together for my designated page!
Anyways, it was an absolute BLAST working with everyone to make this zine amazing! Everyone did an awesome job and I’m super glad I got to be a part of it!
Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet (zine) #45 – (Aug)
Paths of Dissent: Soldiers Speak Out Against America’s Misguided Wars – ed. Andrew Bacevich & Daniel A. Sjursen (Aug)
Cyrano de Bergerac – Edmond Rostand (REREAD - first time since high school! - Aug – Sept)
Practical Magic – Alice Hoffman (REREAD – DNF – Sept)
Can’t We Talk About Something More Pleasant – Roz Chast (Sept)
Rosemary & Rue; October Daye #1 – Seanan McGuire (Sept)
Nona the Ninth; Locked Tomb #3 – Tamsyn Muir (Sept)
A Local Habitation; October Daye #2 – Seanan McGuire (Sept – Oct)
I’m Glad My Mom Died – Jennette McCurdy (Oct)
A Choir of Lies – Alexandra Rowland (Oct-Nov)
An Artificial Night; October Daye #3 – Seanan McGuire (Oct – Dec)
The Dawn of Everything: A New History of Humanity – David Graeber & David Wengrow (Nov 22 – ? still reading)
Leech – Hiron Ennes (Dec)
all told i've read a total of 48 books this year, which is way more than i thought i'd read when i was going through my list. technically it's probably closer to 40 because some of the books are DNFs or books i'm still trying to finish - but nonetheless i think i had a pretty varied and rewarding reading experience this year! the list for next year is everything i didn't read on this year's list, plus like two small steno pages of books i've written down since then - about 220 books. i'll probably add even more as the year goes on.
Jessie Lynn McMains, fka Jessica Disobedience // from Safety Pin Girl #9, late 2000/early 2001
i got up late that day, once again dreading getting out of bed cos then i’d have to face the fact that i hated that place. i spent the day by myself, but it turned out to be a good day; almost magical. i dyed my hair purple and red, then grabbed my walkman and my backpack and headed toward the el.
i got off at howard to wait for my transfer to the red line, and it was snowing! the first snow of the season - just flurries, but under the fluorescent lights the snow looked like faerie dust landing on everyone’s eyelashes and faces.
prince was singing “purple rain” on my headphones when i got off at addison. it was already dark and a lovely november night. i headed toward the chicago music exchange to play the bass guitars. i got there, and immediately saw such a pretty bass guitar that i could barely contain myself. it was a sparkly silver fender p-bass with a white pick guard, and when i touched it the strings sang under my fingers. but the price tag said “$1100.” i was too scared to even pick it up after that, so instead i picked up a scratched-up black p-bass and sat there and played it for a half hour. then i went to the pick me up cafe. i wrote stuff for my zine, played talking heads and lou reed and clash songs on the jukebox, smoked clove cigarettes, ate seasoned french fries and drank tea, and drew a cute little cartoon for them to hang on the wall.
i started walking back to the el, taking pictures of the snow and the lights and the trash on the street all the way.
i want to apologize for being absent on here for so long. not only did i get covid and just recently recovered, i am also juggling three jobs at the same time, and am preparing for one of my pieces to be published in a zine.
i still love addison. i genuinely care for the character, and i always end up coming back to her. but i am also worried that, since i am approaching thirty, i’m starting to become too old to write her. but then again, perhaps i just feel this way because of the chaos in my life. in a sense, she’s stability and it could do me some good to be on here tomorrow and publish some headcanons.
A very special announcement, coming to you this lovely Friday! The lovely and talented @/HowlsilverPNG will be joining us at the AddiZine as Comic Artist! We hope you are just as excited for their contribution as we are 👗
Wildcat Anarchist Fair 2024 will take place on Sunday June 9 this year at Addison Road Community Centre in Marrickville.
Our goal is to create a space for community organisers, artists, and activists to come together, exchange ideas, learn about each others’ work, and build relationships.
We really like the work your organisation does and we think we share similar values, so we’re inviting you to apply for a stall.
Stalls are completely free. It’s up to you what you’d like to stock:
-Flyers or pamphlets about your organisation
-Books
-Zines
-Stickers
-Badges
-T-shirts
-Tote bags
Anything else you’d like to sell or give away to raise awareness of the work you do.
If you’re interested, please fill out the application form on our website https://www.wildcatfair.org/. Applications close at 12 noon on Sunday April 21.
Unfortunately we have limited space, so we can’t guarantee that everyone who applies will get a stall. We will let you know whether we’ve got space for you by May 5.
If you have any further question, don’t hesitate to ask us!