The Afternoon Tea DGS zine by @afternoonteazine!! Oh I absolutely adore this zine it is such a perfect theme for The Great Ace Attorney :') The art and writing and merch are all just gorgeous and made me so hungry, I can't get over how cute everything is
As a bonus I also ordered the sketchbook! I have a small review and test page of the sketchbook under keep reading but I am SO pleasantly surprised with the book. Any DGS or even Ace Attorney zine/stickers/spreads I make will now be in this sketchbook so commentary might be shorter because of it! (Game spreads will still be in my larger journal)
Writing Typed Below! (As well as images of the merch and sketchbook notes)
Sept 2023
Zine theme: An English and Japanese tea theme with DGS characters
Merch List:
TEA PARTY (Full bundle + Sketchbook)
Phys + Dig zine
digital emotes
cookie sticker sheet (lostkimin)
tote bag (ooowyn)
Steeping prints (jasminebythebay)
iris charm (jasminebythebay)
gina sticker (starjuicebox)
cups charm (pandalanachick)
coaster (merrymint)
pin (merrymint)
washi (replikayt)
herlock and yuujin stickers (replikayt)
sketchbook (replikayt)
+2 page art spreads turned into prints
This is such a perfect zine theme for this particular game duology. I absolutely love what everyone has made. The art and writing is all so cozy and sweet, it makes me want to have a tea party of my own. I am so pleasantly surprised by the quality of what I received, especially the notebook which is much thicker than expected! TYSM to all the artists, writers, and mods, y'all killed it. I love this sm.
Comments
The cookie stickers are so cute and look so yummy
tea cups ride charm :') :') :')
nyasked disciple cake pin... I'll eat him ngl
AHHH the case names but with tea puns
All of the art is gorgeous and making me so hungry
LOVE the tote, I really like the size of it too omg
I'd love to frame the tea prints and hang them near my tea area
AHHH THE IRIS CHARM
all the stickers are so cute and silly
ryuu with onigiri rice on his face on the coaster omg
that washi is so perfect for this zine omg
THE SKETCHBOOK IS SO NICE
steep for 2 minutes is going to make me cry T^T!
love all the tiny and homey details on the cover :')
had to take a snack break before working on this more lol
love the poison iris is brewing <3<3
the gregson, stronghart, and sithe piece is such a cool idea
klimt and lady baskerville are so cute
Sketchbook Review
The cover is printed well and very durable. The pages are thick and I was surprised at how big the sketchbook is! I have a few mini square sketchbooks and they don't have nearly as many pages as this sketchbook. It also includes a back pocket, a ribbon, and an elastic clasp. Another surprising bit is the pages are honestly some of the smoothest pages I've ever felt. It's not a bad thing at all but I have just never touched paper this nice before lol. That does mean the way some materials react to the paper will be different, but none of my test materials bled through the pages. (only faint outlines/shadows but not full bleed). I genuinely adore this sketchbook and am so happy to have snagged one during preorders
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Curtain. (v)
Carol (2015) fan fiction
Pt: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4
Word Count: 1,623
The first day.
Carol jolted awake to the sound of her bedroom door slamming open. She was burrowed deep under the covers, enjoying the warmth when a tiny mass suddenly hurled itself onto the bed.
"Mommy! You have to get up! It's first day!"
Carol groaned as Rindy pulled the covers off her face. It was barely 6am, according to the clock. Rindy didn't start until 9.
"Nerinda, it is far too early to be up."
"But we have to get ready. You always take foreverrr."
Carol gasped in feigned offense, grabbing Rindy and burying the two of them under the covers. Rindy giggled as Carol squeezed her tightly.
"Mommy! It's breakfast time we have to get up!!"
Carol shut her eyes tightly, moving her head away from Rindy's fingers as they tried to pry her eyelids open.
"Mommy's not here, she's sleeping, come back later," she said in a robot voice.
"Mom!" Rindy yelled, exasperated but still giggling. She wiggled her way out of the nest of blankets and jumped off the bed to turn on the lights. Carol sighed and rubbed her eyes, knowing there was no other option but to admit defeat. A part of her, though exhausted, was somewhat pleased with Rindy getting her up so early. It meant a slow morning.
"Do you want pancakes?"
"Pancakes! But that's a weekend breakfast?!" Usually they had toast or cereal. Pancakes were saved for lazy days, but Carol was feeling just as giddy. To hell with it, pancakes on the first day. Why not?
"Shh, Rindy. Don't tell anyone," Carol winked, sending the six year old into a fit of jittery giggles, again. Carol could get used to that sound, even at 6 in the morning.
She threw on a robe and let Rindy pull her down the stairs to the kitchen. Pancakes were easy to whip up, and soon Rindy was munching away happily on the pancakes, while Carol calmly sipped a cup of coffee.
"Are you excited for school today?"
"Mhm!" Rindy said around a mouthful.
"I'm glad to hear it, dear," Carol said, smiling. "I'll be there to pick you up at three."
"Mkah," she mumbled with her mouth stuffed.
"Don't speak with your mouthful, Nerinda, alright?"
Her daughter nodded, and soon she was dressed, bouncing with excitement and flailing on Carol's bed as Carol got dressed herself, slowly. At this rate, Rindy would be out cold by the time lunch rolled around.
Carol pulled up in the parking lot of the elementary school around 8:45, and ushered Rindy out the car, holding her hand as she led her six-year old through the familiar halls of the school. She greeted Robichek with a kind wave as she passed the kindergarten classes, and made her way to Rindy's new Grade 1 classroom.
It was decked out with colourful shapes of cut out paper decorating the wall, posters of their ABCs, numbers, and a list of classroom rules at the front by the chalkboard.
Every desk had a name tag, and Rindy quickly found hers, close to the front. Her daughter settled in, legs tapping against the floor. There were only one or two other students seated already.
"Oh, Carol! How wonderful," a kind voice spoke from the doorway. There stood Mrs. Morgan, who had donned some business casual clothes rather than the usual tracksuit.
"Claire, it's nice to see you," Carol said, greeting the gym teacher with a polite hug. "Rindy's been incredibly excited to have class with you this year."
"That's wonderful to hear," the redhead beamed, smiling at Rindy who giggled in her seat. "I'm excited to teach these first graders more than just jumping jacks. It'll be a nice change."
"Harge and I've been thinking the same thing," Carol said, as more kids came into the room with parents waving hasty and tear-filled good-byes.
"Oh, and how is Mr. Aird these days?"
Beats me. "Oh, he's doing quite well. By the way, I've been meaning to check, I've signed Rindy on for an after class program this week, just for Wednesday because I can't pick her up on time, you see. We assumed it was phys ed at first, but-"
"Nope, none of those teams have been filled out yet. When we do, I'll make sure to get Rindy to sign up. But right now there's nothing for gym after school. It's probably that new art program we've got."
"Right," something in Carol's chest leaped. "Art."
After a quick goodbye, Carol headed out of the school, saying hi to a few familiar staff along the way and stopping to check in with the front desk about Rindy's registration for the program. Rindy's name was on the list, but could come and go whenever Carol or Harge wanted her to. There was no credit or reward attached to attending consistently, much to her relief. She'd rather prefer to keep Rindy with her when she could.
A flash of a brunette in green caught her eye just as the bell rang while she stood in the front foyer. A lithe figure had turned the corner into one of the smaller hallways, carrying boxes and just a little too out of sight for Carol to identify her.
The bumbling of small footsteps racing across the school to find classes made her come back to reality. She wrung her hands together and shook her head, committing herself to removing the silly fantasy of the dainty photographer as she headed out to her car.
At the request of Mrs. Robichek, Therese had arrived early to help set things up and settle in the new kids. She carried boxes, shuffled desks and got to be friendly with all the new teachers who noticed her working and said a friendly hello. Mr. Tucker avoided her ardently, and she didn't mind.
"You must be the new art teacher," A small redheaded woman came up to her, and Therese smiled. Hardly a teacher but okay.
"Sure am, Therese Belivet," she introduced herself. The handshake was firm and polite, one shake.
"I'm Claire Morgan, I teach gym to the younger tyrants around here, and Grade 1 this year," she said. Thank god, thought Therese. She seemed a lot more approachable than Tucker did.
"Nice to meet you," Therese nodded.
"So, you think you're ready for the school year to kick you in the butt? That's how it was with me when I first started."
"Oh, sure. I'm hardly a teacher compared to you all, I just need to babysit the stragglers after school," Therese chuckled, shaking her head.
"Nonsense, Miss B. You are most definitely a part of the staff now." Mrs. Morgan leaned in closer. "Plus, I heard you have to share Tucker's classroom. You've got everyone on your side because that shit's not easy."
Therese blinked and smiled at the woman's humorous quips, Miss B. I like that.
"But anyways, welcome to the team, Therese! I'm assuming you're not sticking around during the day?"
"Oh, no, I couldn't. I'll go home for a bit and prep, and then come back near 3:00. Mr Tucker doesn't seem to like it when I'm around him, so I'll wait until the last possible second to get in."
"Good plan," and then the woman was off, ushering some older kids to get to class. Therese smiled; she could get used to this.
There were meant to be 20 kids registered for 'after-school art', but only 11 showed up on the first day. Therese clutched her clipboard as she went through attendance. The remaining 9 all had little P's in the row of their names; their parents had signed them out and picked them up at the regular times.
"Hello everyone," Therese began, feeling a surge of confidence as the classroom quieted and seemed to be attentive. She wrote Miss Belivet on the chalkboard in quick cursive and introduced herself.
"I'm Miss Belivet, but you can call me Miss B. I'll be teaching you art during this program; everyday we'll have a new activity or craft, and you can participate as much as you want to."
That seemed to land nicely. There were a few older grade students who seemed hesitant and bored to be there but had no other choice. So, Therese pulled up an empty desk to the front of the room and set one of her new supply boxes on top; revealing new sets of brushes, acrylic paints, and paper.
The kids almost immediately shot up and crowded around the box; exclaiming in awe at the brand-new professional-looking boxes and tools, which they clearly hadn't seen during all their time in elementary school, since majority of this was cheaper, discounted things that Therese had to afford.
"Ah, ah! Back to your seats," Therese scolded, shooing them away. "First some ground rules; these are important supplies, they're new. So, obviously, I'd ask all of you to be extra careful with them, not lose any pieces, and always tell me if you break one of them, okay?"
Eager faces nodded and Therese beamed, her heart fluttering with nerves and excitement.
"First day; we're going to make folders to keep all your artworks in one place. You can pick whatever paper and colour or paint the cover however you feel. But we'll also make sure to put your name on it, sound good?"
She let the older grades show the younger kids how to use scissors and glue, and as the kids settled in with their own crafts, -pencil crayons already flailing everywhere- she pulled out an old sketchbook of her own. She hadn't touched it since her college days, but seeing the children draw and paint to their delight gave her enough inspiration to start again.
A/N: I felt bad about how long it’s been since I’ve updated this story, so I decided to post 5 and 6 together! Hope you liked it friends.
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I’m sorry I’m not familiar with your ocs so you can pick whoever you feel like 15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? 22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? 24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? 32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? 47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle?
We’ll go with Ace.
15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why?
Ace rarely gets attached to animals in that way. They’re more like people to her, except she trusts people way less. Ace would be happy with any animal as a companion, but she’d prefer something quiet, mostly self-sufficient, and portable. Cat, raptor, reptile, or large mythological beastie would be alright with her.
22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school?
In HS, Ace is quiet, avoids making friends, and gets excellent grades in everything except composition and phys ed. She stinks at writing (finds it tedious), and keeps skipping out on P.E. (also tedious). Gets along well enough with most teachers, but always acts aloof, like she knows better than them. It isnt appreciated.
24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living?
Some days, Ace’s absolutely done with everything for good (she’s lived a long life and wants out) Still, whenever it comes down to it, Ace always hits “continue” and keeps on going. She believes there’s probably a point to all this eventually (agnostic), but doesn’t know if it’s better to keep her head down in order to get there, or stand up and fight along the way.
32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be?
Ace doesn’t want anything except to be “left alone.” Later on though, in Spoiler Territory, she discovers exactly what she wants.
47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle?
Ace doodled in an earlier draft, but I believe I cut that bit. A part I left in is when an acquaintance gifts her with a sketchbook, and she attempts to use it once and then never again. Creative expression just isn’t her thing.
Thank you for so many questions!
+ Ask me questions about my OCs Ace, Vince, Matt, and Madge!
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