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[hkthatgffan]

IT'S FINALLY BEEN RELEASED (sorta)!!

"Chasing Rainbows" was a fanzine project that began in October 2016. The zine was themed around celebrating the dreams and ambitions of Gravity Falls characters. The name came from the fact every piece of art was coloured in such a way that when arranged in order, the zine would be coloured like a rainbow.

This zine was in the final stages of development, with orders being made and ready to ship, when it was announced that due to the main mod and organizer of the zine, Charles, being hospitalized, the remaining mods were unable to continue it. With that, it was cancelled and all people who bought a copy were refunded. And that was where the project essentially ended.

However, in the last post on the zine's now deleted Tumblr, it was stated that they hoped to release a digital version of the zine for free, as a way to at least complete the project in some form. However, that did not happen and no traces of a digital release ever surfaced. When I began my archival project for GF fanzines, I initially assumed this zine was lost. However, with that sliver of hope per the last Tumblr post, I began looking for a copy. Unlike other fanzines, this one did not have its mod team listed, so I contacted artists who originally worked on it for info. Many of them no longer are on Tumblr, making tracking them down more difficult. 

Eventually, through a few artists, I came to the conclusion that no digital zine was ever released. However, one of the artists, @wendinella on Tumblr, still knew the contact of Charles, the zine organizer. I managed to get in touch with them and to my excitement, they still retained the zine and was more than happy to share it to be archived and preserved. 

Zine Link on Archive

Google Drive Download

This Zine here is, while not the final product, a near complete example of what it might have looked like. Charles attempted to contact old mods who worked on it for assets like the completed zine cover and merch meant to be sold with it in 2017, however none were able to respond. Therefore, this zine is released with what they had, which were a placeholder cover and thankfully, all the actual art, which is the more important aspect. 

I want to give a huge thank you to Charles aka @kaleidoreef for releasing this zine to be archived. Charles really wanted this to finally happen and I'm glad I can now provide it for all of you on their behalf. I also wanna thank wendinella for getting me in touch with Charles and all the other fan artists who worked on Chasing Rainbows who responded back to me. With this, all known Gravity Falls fanzines are now archived and accounted for. 

Tagging the remaining artists on Tumblr so that way they can also hopefully get this zine and see that their hard work has finally yielded a near completed zine.

@thisriverdraws @atlasioh @falmakez @taffybuns @embulalia @isofish-art @erikaflamand @lilkeeree @novantinuum-draws @sleuthysaturn @doberart @taccoman @yali-scribbles @artmageddonunicorn @arc-etype @almeow @tesscourtes @provider-of-art @fireflysummers @tateratots

[bullet-prooflove]

My Turn: Charlie Reid x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging:@kmc1989 @littleesilvia @wrestlequeen @ahopelessromanticwritersworld @beebeechaos

Summary: It's Charlie's turn with the riding crop.

Companion piece to:

Charlie - Charlie meets someone unexpected one night at his pool hall.

The Whole Damn Night (NSFW) - You aren't anything like Charlie expected.

Like God Needs The Devil (NSFW) - Charlie takes you to heaven in the hallway of his house.

The Riding Crop (NSFW) - Charlie and you roleplay for the first time.

Prequel to:

Risk Management - Charlie realises the two of you have been keeping secrets from one another.

Deals With The Devil - Charlie's fall from grace starts with an act of love.

The Ghost That Lingers In The Nighttime - Charlie's becoming accustomed to the late night visits.

Who The Fuck Is Charlie? - You wake up calling for Charlie but noone knows who the fuck Charlie is.

Blood For Blood - Charlie's wrath leads to his worst nightmare...

It’s Charlie’s turn with the riding crop.

He’s wanted to play with the damn thing ever since it made its first appearance in the bedroom and tonight’s the perfect night because you need to get out of your own head and  Charlie, he has you right where he wants you.

Wrists bound to his headboard with those delicate silk ties that won’t leave a mark, his knee hooked over one of your thighs, keeping your legs spread as he allows the crop to tease over your folds, wetting it before he rubs it lightly over your clit.

Your hips arch at the sensation, the delicate strokes of the leather on your most sensitive area like the gentle sweeps of Charlie’s tongue. You keen against the slow build, trying to generate some friction but Charlie, he’s relentless. He maintains the same, steady pace, stoking the fire inside you until you start to whine, tugging at your bonds.

“You’re being a bad girl Em.” He tells you, his whiskey eyes fixed on yours as he swats your clit with the riding crop. “Impatient.”

Ecstasy sears through your nerve endings, erupting underneath your skin like a thousand tiny sparks shooting throughout your nervous system. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, stifling the sound of your pleasure as he brings it down again, this time harder, your body pulling taut against the silk.

“I think my baby likes that.” He murmurs rubbing the keeper, down along your slit and back up again. “Let’s see how far we can go.”

This time you can’t bite back your cry when the leather hits your clit, that brief impact has heat rushing through your pussy like a wildfire. The flames licking through your body, keeping you right there on the edge, ready to combust and Charlie adds the perfect gasoline with that next strike.

The sudden slap against your clit is just enough to send you hurting over the edge. Charlie’s mouth covers yours as you unravel, drinking down the rapture as he continues to stroke your slit with the worn leather, drawing out your orgasm.

He pulls the crop away from your pussy, tapping it against your lips instead, signalling for them to open. You comply and the taste of leather and cum blossoms on your tongue as you moan around the keeper.

“Good girl.” He praises and you flutter those pretty lashes at him, sticking your tongue out so he can see the leather glisten. “Now are you going to behave yourself?”

You shake your head and he sighs, the crop leaving your mouth and trailing back down to your pussy.

“I can keep this up all night Em.” He promises you, nuzzling his face into the curve of your throat. “I can do this for as long as you need.”

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[tj-dragonblade]

[Ficlet] One Man's Dream

Fandom: The Sandman Pairing: pre-Dreamling Rated: T Word Count: 1050 Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, barely canon-divergent, season 2 spoilers, end of ep 6 specifically, writing what so many of us wanted to see, Dream of the Endless needs a hug, Dream of the Endless gets a hug

Notes: I finished S2E6 and saw this piece by @dragonnan and stayed up until 5am scribbling this down to process some feels.

Title and backing music: Yanni - One Man's Dream

Summary: Hob is, once again, having an oddly lucid dream

On AO3

Hob is dreaming.

Not sure why he knows this—not like he's ever got the hang of lucid dreaming for all that he's faffed about with it a bit—but he does. He's wearing the t-shirt and boxers he went to sleep in; he's wandering the halls of some great palace or cathedral, empty and echoing and unlit but for the storm-dark windows high above. Thunder rumbles outside, thick and low and bloody ominous, and Hob shivers.

No, he's not wandering, actually; he's searching.

Searching for what? Or whom?

He doesn't know. But something is tugging him onward, inexorably.

Calling out feels a bit like sacrilege and the sound of his footsteps like an intrusion; Hob hurries along as quickly and quietly as he can, turning through doorways and down corridors as instinct dictates, searching, searching. He's needed, he's been called, he has to find—

A sound reaches him, beneath the distant rolling thunder, carried on shadows that stretch despairingly toward him.

Someone, somewhere near, is sobbing.

Hob feels his heart seize; the shadows beckon him onward, full of urgency and pleading and immeasurable sorrow and it does not ever occur to Hob to be frightened. Only concerned. Worried. Whoever is crying, he needs to find them.

Now.

He hurries.

He rounds a corner into yet another shadowed hallway and draws up short.

It's his Stranger.

His Stranger, his friend, is hunched over a basin set on a pedestal some distance down the corridor, clad only in a thin tank top and jeans, scrubbing furiously at his hands and sobbing brokenly.

Hob is directly in front of him with less than a thought, catches his hands gently. "My friend—what's wrong?"

His friend looks up, the blue of his gaze dim and shattered, tears streaming down his face. "Hob—" His voice breaks, a sob following; he looks haggard, exhausted, worn to the absolute bone and Hob's heart aches.

"I'm here," he says, softly, so softly. His friend's hands are wet and spotless, the water in the basin tinged that distinct shade of red that Hob has been well-acquainted with in several lifetimes and he swallows, his concern rising.

His friend's hands are shaking, where Hob holds them still. "Hob—I—I—" He gasps, tears spilling over his gaunt cheeks, trembling, face crumpling on another sob.

"Shh, I've got you, love," Hob murmurs, stroking his thumbs over the backs of both pale hands. "No need to talk, if it's too much." He doesn't know what this is about, doesn't need to, curiosity be damned. His friend is hurting, deeply, and if that Chateau Lafite is anything to go by this is probably a bit more real than most of his dreams. He's grateful in the back of his mind that Audrey hadn't stayed over tonight; no need to worry that she'll wake him from this if he's talking in his sleep. He doesn't know how this works, if his friend has walked into his dream like before, if his friend has somehow summoned him to his own dream but he knows, deep down where it matters, that something terrible and tragic has happened.

And his friend is here in this shadowed hall, weeping, alone, visibly crushed by the weight of his own grief.

The hands Hob's holding are now stained with blood.

The water is clear.

Hob is very sure, in the manner of dreams, that his friend has been scrubbing and re-scrubbing endlessly to no avail.

That will not do. Oh no.

"Let me," he says, so very softly; he lets go one hand, scoops water from the basin and gently pours it over the hand he still holds, wipes the blood from ivory skin and dips his fingers to rinse it away.

His friend hiccups a sob, clearly trying to hold it back.

Hob bathes his friend's stained hands tenderly, silently, until each is clean; they will stay clean this time, because this is his dream, he's decided, and he says so.

"There," he breathes, barely more than a whisper, still holding his friend's wet hand between his own as he looks up to meet his gaze.

His friend's eyes are black now, solid black with stars in their depths, red-rimmed and glimmering with tears and full of unspeakable sorrow. He draws a breath as if to speak, but all that comes out is another sob and Hob feels his heart cracking in two.

"C'mere," he murmurs, drawing the other to him and his friend comes haltingly, uncertainly, sobs still shaking his slender frame. Hob pulls him close, wraps both arms around him and abruptly his friend sags into his hold, grasps his shirt with both wet hands and clings, buries his face against Hob's shoulder and cries.

It's the sort of crying Hob has known intimately more times than he cares to remember, great wracking sobs of aching grief that hurt and hollow one to the core and seem that they will never stop, and Hob does not know what has brought his friend to this but it does not matter.

"I'm here, love, I'm here," he murmurs, rubbing soft soothing circles across bare shaking shoulders and his friend cries all the harder, clings to him desperately.

Hob wraps him as close as he can, here in the shadows of this cold lonely hall, rocks his friend gently in place and holds him together while grief tears him apart. "I'm here," he repeats, again and again, certain deep in his core that he can offer no greater comfort than this. His friend must know, whatever his sorrow, whatever his grief, that he doesn't have to carry the weight of it alone, not when Hob is merely a dream away and glad to share the burden.

He is only one man, one insignificant human compared to whatever his friend might be, but even so he can do this, can be there when his friend needs someone to cry on.

He tucks his friend beneath his chin, holds him close in the warmth of his arms amidst the stark and unforgiving emptiness of this place; his friend cries, and clings, and all is certainly not right with the world but at least Hob can give him one moment of solace, here in this dream, for as long as he needs.

= Started: 7/6/25 Drafted: 7/6/25 Posted: 7/6/25

[creativesplat]

OH MY GOODNESS THAN YOU SO SO MUCH LILLIMOON!!! you're art was what inspired me to start drawing for MiphLink!! AA THANK YOU 😭

I think one of my favourite pieces I've drawn for MiphLink so far would be this one:

Its old, it's dated, everything is a liiitle wonky, I forgot Mipha's jewellery, but this was the first piece I did focusing on them as a couple, interacting, and I got the atmosphere I was going for perfectly. I could do better now, and I hope in the future I will make something that will be my future favourite, but atm, it would have to be this wonky classic!

I think another piece of my art that I love is my comic for Miphlink Week 2022 Dreams.

I drew one of my favourite little cannon things that only appears once in the art book, and drew what I thought the implications might be. I’m super proud of the vibes in that one, even if artistically it’s not my best work. 

Other People's Fics:

@only-by-the-stars - effectively all her fics! There a history/ scholarship/ research based one in a zine that was the reason I bought the zine. I love that one. I don't know if you can read it anywhere other than the zine, but OH MY GOODNESS. This makes me so happy. I studied history, I am trying to get into the history profession. Seeing Mipha researching history was so relatable and so well written. (I am not in my usual home atm (long story) so I don't currently have access to it to say what it's title was, but it was in Hyrule Apocrypha).

@c-aureus' Prelude 3 Hollow was one of the first MiphLink fics I ever read, and will always hold a special place in my heart because of that!

I don't read much fan fiction - it takes a lot of spoons for me to actually do most of the time (which is really weird... but fiction reading is really tiring for me) - so there are actually very few fic writers (particularly for TLOZ) that I read. I've not read much of c-aureus' catalogue of works, though prelude 3 is great (I'm sure the rest are just as awesome), but Stars' work I have read a lot of (for me at least - but they have a LOT, and there are so many I haven't read yet! AKA if you're an avid Miphlink reader and want more, literally just look at Star's page and she will have SO MANY) and I HEARTILY recommend!

Other People's Art:

@enienah's Miphlink Week 2022 Dreams comic is one of my favourites. I adore this one. It’s so surreal. It’s so satisfying. It has such a wonderful sense of closure at the end. Zelda is perfect. Link is a banter king. HOW do they do that in JUST 18 panels??? WHAT???

@nurplenurple's (now @lilimoon-draws) mermay 2019/ maypha 2019/ zora mermay 2019 piece Lover's Pond was my inspiration to draw the piece at the top its vibe is just really intimate (as in close, not smutty)

@laconicfairy's “a piece just fell of Ruta” comic is still one of my all time favourite Miphlink arts - none of my stuff is even close in my mind. Artistically our styles are way different, but I would love to have the talent to capture such a charming and funny little comic. It genuinely makes me so happy to see it. My day gets better if I look at it. And I discovered, whilst trying to find this piece, that they’re on Tumblr?!? Which is amazing. I've loved her art for so long, and not known where to find it. So I'm actually pretty chuffed to have found them!

wait that's more than 3 people... is that allowed? anyway, I've seen that a LOT of very talented moots have already been tagged, so I've kept the list of my favourite artists quite short (for me!)

Miphlink Tagging Game

As the zine's interest check date approaches, let's do a fun tagging game in the meantime. If you see this post, go ahead and reblog with some of your favorite Miphlink art, fics, merch, headcanons, etc you've made, and then tag 3 people to keep it going! Tons of incredible creators out there, and just as many fans looking to find new art to appreciate!