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fishfingersandscarves · 1 year

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exclusivity has been lifted so... here is the full piece i did for the spring tides: @ofmdzine !

#my art #fishfingersandscarves #ofmd #our flag means death #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #edward teach #blackbeard #stede bonnet #oluwande boodhari #jim jimenez #black pete (ofmd)#lucius spriggs #spring tides zine #illustration #i did the cover art!

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ofmdzine · 2 years

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🏴‍☠️ PREORDERS OPEN 🏴‍☠️

Preorders for Spring Tides, an open-call, for-charity Our Flag Means Death Zine are now OPEN until November 22nd! The spoils of the Revenge are just within reach!

🛒 https://ofmdzine.bigcartel.com/

All proceeds will go to F’INE Pasifika, which is an Aotearoa (New Zealand) based “Pacific LGBTQI+ / MVPFAFF+ focused Charitable Trust that provides Whānau Ora navigational services”. You can find out more about their work here.

🔒 STRETCH GOAL 🔒

Each purchase of a physical bundle brings us one step closer to unlocking our stretch goal, an amazingly cute acrylic charm by @littledozerdraws !

Interested? Please consider supporting us with an order!

📕 ZINE ONLY - Books for Sale! - from $25 📕

Grab a physical copy of the zines, which total over 350+ pages of OFMD content by over 170 contributors!

Each purchase also comes with a digital copy of the zines, and exclusive digital merch!

⛵ ZINE + MERCH - Spoils of the Revenge! - from $45 ⛵

The whole shebang! This bundle includes a physical copy of vol. 1 and/or vol. 2, physical merch (prints and stickers), and digital goods!

Unable to grab a physical copy? You can get the zine for FREE on our itch.io store!

If you'd like to support our charity, a minimum $5 donation will also get you exclusive digital merch (including wallpapers and sheet music for the song!)

https://ofmdzine.itch.io/ Please note that our itch.io store will not open until the 7th of October! We will make an announcement once we're open for digital-only orders.

We appreciate your patience! Vol. 1 art by @littledozerdraws

Vol. 2 art by @fishfingersandscarves

Piece previews will be featured over the preorder period! Please come have a look at our contributors' amazing work.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd zine #fanzine #Spring Tides zine #zine preorders #zine merch

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vigoburrito · 1 year

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This is a fic cover for a collab I did with my friend for Spring Tides: An Our Flag Means Death fanzine!

You can read my friend’s wonderful fic on AO3 here!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43565136

#jim jimenez #blackbeard #edward teach #our flag means death #spring tides zine #Illustration

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poorly-drawn-dinosaur · 1 year

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i can finally post the piece i made for the @ofmdzine (which you can purchase here !!). i’m so proud to be a part of such an amazing collection of artists. it truly is unbelievable that little ol’ me is working alongside artists i’ve been looking up to for years.

#ofmd #ofmd gentlebeard #our flag means death #spring tides zine #ofmd edward teach #ofmd stede #blackbeard x stede #original art #ofmd fanart

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onestellarghost · 1 year

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🍊🗡️ can finally share the piece I made this summer for spring tides @ofmdzine

#aster's art #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd fanart #jim jimenez #spring tides zine

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bethrnoora · 1 year

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totally forgot to upload the final outcome of my piece for the Spring Tides zine (@ofmdzine) here! a tarot-inspired portrait of our favorite pirate lovers :>

you can check out the digital zine here if you are interested!

#our flag means death #ofmd #gentlebeard #stede bonnet #blackbeard #ed teach #spring tides zine #artists on tumblr #i think there were some things i'd liked to have adjusted or added in retrospect but i am generally very happy with how this came out!#antelope art

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louciferish · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wee John Feeney & Frenchie, Wee John Feeney/Frenchie Characters: Wee John Feeney, Frenchie (Our Flag Means Death) Additional Tags: Character Study, Queerplatonic Relationships, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Dancing, POV Wee John Summary:

Later, a sprawled, drunk pirate in a random tavern in Nassau would squint up at Wee John—and up, and up—and slur out, “Ye’re a great bleedin’ boar of a man, ain’t ye?”

“Boar is a good one,” Frenchie said when John retold the encounter some years later. The bard was perched on a barrel on the deck, tuning his lute, one leg folded up and the other dangling, long and lean. His heel kicked the wood, beating it steady and hollow like a drum. “Boars are dangerous, at least.”

When he looked up from his instrument, his dark eyes flashed with intrigue. “They’ve murdered kings, you know.”

A brief examination of one Wee John Feeney and the man he kind of loves.

#ofmd fic #spring tides zine #wee john feeney #frenchie #my fanfiction

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alex-y-molly-art · 2 years

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A little sneak peek of my piece for the wonderful Spring Tides: An Our Flag Means Death charity Zine @OFMDzine 🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️

You can grab a physical copy via this link or a digital one here

You will find me in Vol.2!

#fanart #blackbeard #our flag means death #our flag means death fanart #blackbeard x stede #ofmd #our flag means gay #spring tides zine #our flag means death charity Zine #how many projects can I do in one month challenge

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xephia · 1 year

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#idiots in a boat #zine art for Spring Tides zine #ofmd #ofmd art #fanart #Stede bonnet #lucius spriggs #artists on tumblr #art

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a-hams-art · 1 year

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hi friends! im super excited to finally show u all the full piece i worked on for the @ofmdzine, Spring Tides! we got a bit of a medusa-themed kraken!ed here u can find my work alongside the art and written work of many other incredibly talented artists in volume ii! it was a wonderful experience working on this zine and working with the other creators, im glad this was my first zine experience and can't wait for the next one! ❤🏴‍☠️

#spring tides ofmd #spring tides our flag means death #spring tides #ofmd zine #our flag means death zine #ofmd ed #ofmd blackbeard #ofmd kraken #ofmd #ofmd edward teach #our flag means death ed #our flag means death edward teach #ofmd edward

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almondcroissantsandink · 2 years

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Here’s a preview of my piece for the @ofmdzine :’) Please check out our physical store here: https://ofmdzine.bigcartel.com/ This store hosts the physical run of Spring Tides, and will be open from Oct 1 to Nov 22. Preorders are set to be fulfilled early 2023.

#ofmd #spring tides #ofmd zine #ofmd fanart #this piece is so big!!#There's so many people!!#I spent literal weeks on it and I love how it turned out #cannot wait to get my hands on a physical copy

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ofmdzine · 10 months

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‼️ IMPORTANT PRODUCTION UPDATE

Thank you to our crew who have been waiting patiently! Things on the ship have certainly been rocky, but finally we have a positive update for you all!

It took TWO replacement orders and lots of waiting, but we finally have all the (undamaged!) zines we need, and our finance mod has been absolutely amazing and worked like a beast to pack everything up overnight. This means labelling and shipping the packages will begin happening within the week!

Thank you all again SO much for your patience and support. We can't wait for you all to finally receive our hard work! 🏴‍☠️

#production update #update #zine #spring tides zine #ofmdzine #ofmd #fanzine #ofmd zine #our flag means death #wooo progress. we made it

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w0lp3rtinger · 3 months

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Becoming

*screaming*

ANYWAY HI I'VE BEEN REALLY EXCITED TO SHARE THIS! This is the piece I wrote and submitted for the @shadamyzine! In fact, @deadrabbithq on tumblr did illustrations for it! They turned out awesome! alskjdflsj I DIDN'T KNOW THEY WERE GONNA DO THAT AND I'M SO HAPPY!!! THEY TURNED OUT GREAT <3 <3

Okay so this piece is weird. You know that Jacket Shadow has in that calendar piece? The one where ShadAmy fans, accustomed to crumbs, lost their shit because Shadow and Amy were next to one another on the calendar and had matching cherry blossom motifs and Shadow had That Fucking Cherry Blossom Jacket??? THAT JACKET??? It has a GRIP on my SOUL can you tell can you fucking TELL?????

BECAUSE THIS WHOLE PIECE- IT'S AN ABSTRACT PERSONIFICATION PIECE IN PURPLE PROSE... FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF THE JACKET.

(I can't find the actual official art but in lieu of that PLEASE go check out @kuroiyuki96-art amazing piece here and maybe you'll understand how I went Fucking Feral over it.)

Anyway XD

Hats of and huge thanks to @shadowsfascination and @killingthecringe! They are the ones who beta-read this!

YOU CAN READ IT ON ARCHIVE HERE! (but I REALLY recommend reading it on the Zine which you can find HERE!)

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It comes about in a slow series of moments, the act of Becoming.

Like the rain that drums its lazy fingers atop the roof of the warehouse, then the attic window, then the storage shed. It is a measured tattoo across the decades of time just as much as the footsteps of the mice, the fluttering of the moths, the creeping of the yellow across pristine white leather and gentle fading of brilliant reds.

It is moved from box to box. A game piece in the shuffling and settling of affairs. Something to be bartered and sold. It’s neat and tidy for a while. Then, a business closes. An estate liquifies. The box is suddenly adrift on tides of time and paperwork.

This Prenatal Dark seems to stretch forever, but then, it always does. That is the way of things. The Becoming cannot happen yet. The Wait must occur. It is the silence Beforehand, the Eternity predating the Infinity, and the Infinity is the Rest of Existence in Becoming.

Because eventually, there is light. Eventually, there’s a young woman who peels back the cardboard and runs her hands down unyielding buttons and a stiff wool front, and the smile she gives outshines the sun.

That’s where it starts.

Infinity unrolls in the hours she has taken to looking at the future, walking around still-creased edges thrown over her mother’s dress form. Sometimes she’s sketching on scratch paper, face scrunched like all of the discarded waste around her bare feet. Sometimes, she’s holding up threads against the faded reds and yellowed whites, clicking her tongue as she checks the morning, the afternoon, the evening light against the colours of what is and the colours of what will Become.

But Infinity is a long time. Becoming is not easy, and eventually, the Becoming takes on the tune of maple seeds pelting her open bedroom window in a breeze that smells of coming summer. Meanwhile, the ground outside is littered with browning pink blossoms.

She wears it, thinking of the Past, thinking of Eternity, and she’s crying. Her tears are salty on musty cuffs.

When her mother comes in to ask what is wrong, she talks about being Late, about taking too long, about overthinking everything.

But there is never a Too Late in Becoming.

Her mother says this to her, and it can be felt in every Fiber of Being. It sinks into the Stitching of Everything, along with the salty tears, along with the heavy smell of late spring.

There’s Hope in Becoming.

She tries again. Tries harder, truly, this time. There’s a shaking in her hands against the flat of red wool as she traces her twirling thoughts out in soft chalk against the wide expanse of space, Immortalized as a part of the Becoming, taking form one stitch at a time across Being.

Her Learning Hands guide the Change, to a point.

Some things, they happen Intentionally, with Purpose. Some things, they happen by chance. Perhaps they could be called Accidents, but she has Learning Hands. She leaves no Accidents.

She adapts, and just like the branches she stitches, she Grows.

There are no silken threads. They are solid quilting threads, this shape of Becoming that spreads out between her fingers. From limb, to branch, to twig. From each petal, stamen, anther. They are built to last with a Heart that wields Love like a hammer.

Sturdy. Strong. Real.

There’s mass to that sort of Love. It sits in the chest and in the palms of hands as a comfortable weight. It solidifies the Infinity of Becoming in a way nothing else can.

It rests astride the shoulders like a set of warm hands.

It says, ‘Become whatever it is you will to Become. I will Love you anyway.’

And so, such things happen.

And eventually, they are Blooming with so much Becoming that they put the spring outside to shame. Gilded in brilliant Colour and Texture, they are so Full that they threaten to burst from it. When she wears them outside one day when the world is Pristine and Still under moonlight, they blister like a solar flare against the white.

And she’s whispering. It’s the darkest night of the year, here out in the cold, and she’s whispering into the cuffs.

“You will take care of them.”

She keeps repeating, gripping them tight in her hands as she holds them to her mouth. She keeps repeating with her eyes wide on the moon, watching the movements of something that cannot be seen. She keeps repeating. It’s something between a hope and a wish and a threat.

“You WILL take care of them.”

And it’s Love.

Love. It’s all Love. That’s all it ever was, the all of it, the everything, of Love. It makes so much sense now, the Everything of it All.

It rings in the still silence of deep winter. It shakes the snow from distant trees and sends the night birds into the sky.

But then, there is more Wait.

And it is a long Wait.

So busy and bustling was the Becoming that they had almost forgotten the Waiting part of it all. But there’s a Fear that must be thawed out.

It could almost be missed, but it is there, slow-moving in deep waters, far below where the sunny disposition shines. It is there and it drifts but slowly, all husk and tatters and old wounds. It takes a long time before bravery can thaw those waters. There are many talks over the kitchen table. There are many hours of baking in the kitchen, of turning the eggs into frothy whites, stiff as snow drifts.

She wears her Effort and her Love through it all, as though her own Becoming takes place from the outside in, but that’s not how this works. It has to come from inside first. That’s one of the core tenets of Becoming.

Nobody can Become for you. You have to Become for you.

The Planning, the Stitching, the Waiting. Maybe they were the acts into which she thrust herself, threw herself upon the task, but the Becoming still happened on the inside of all of that.

For every Action, there is an equal and opposite Reaction.

For in your path of Creation, you Become.

Snow drifts melt. Spring is brave.

All the world comes into a dawn of oranges and pinks and baby greens, all dig deep down one last time before leaping up, like a heart in a throat, like a pitched voice, like a question, like a-

She never Plans when she holds her Heart out, not really. It’s just the brute force of her thrust forward, stitched there in red wool, where each thread rises like a crocus from the frozen ground. What is done cannot be taken back.

You cannot un-Become.

The Still that follows is deafening. The Waiting of an instant feels like a lifetime, a cable of steel splitting it down the seam between their wide and watchful eyes.

And for all their winter, for all their waiting in the silence, in an instant, it becomes so clear-

Of course they Love her.

Love her, Love her, for she is Becoming, as they are Becoming.

And it gilds the shoulders, protects the back and arms, shields the heart by splitting it wide open down the forward facing front, towards the sunrise, towards her bright and shining eyes.

A Safe Haven, enabling vulnerability.

What terror.

What bliss.

They have Loved this entire time.

And here, now they Become One.

#shadamy #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #shadamy zine 2023 #sonic #sega #sth #REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE #library #shadowxamy

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corelle-vairel · 9 months

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