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Hey, I'm Anna! I organized this club to help bring 9 fans together! Come join us, and have a good time! Permission is not needed to join the club! :boogie:

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Who Are You Goanna Call? by JgalDragonborn
Candlelight Project by JgalDragonborn
Spooky by JgalDragonborn
Relaxing in the New World by JgalDragonborn
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Huh? Unusual Ragdoll, I See by RosePrincessArts
7 by kaspired
9 With My Coffee by RosePrincessArts
Watch Your Step by ToxxicToxin
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PKMNR--The Stitchpunks Reference by Dr-Kineil-Wicks
9 and 7 by kaspired
Flashlight by DarkGoth100
9 Anniversary by ElementalgodAJ
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31 by SpiderBones31
9: ShadowSilver's Story Art Cover (New Version) by RosePrincessArts
Zero [9 Movie OC] by Art-Going
(MariPunk/28) by MissMaria-RedLady
Original Character Art - B
Merry Christmas from 9 by Ghostspider3145
My 6 doll by NioinWonderland
7, from the movie 9, figure model by Umbra-ShadowWeaver08
LOOKITWHATIFOUNDTHISAFTERNOON! by KittyLydiCatCat
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Honorable Mention: MadJesters1 by Shrineheart
9 - 8x39 fluff by Flareblade2000
9 RP - First Kiss by Flareblade2000
J and Zs kids (non canon) by JazzyJordo14
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The Triclops of Notre Dame: Chapter 2 Art. by LadyAbigail24
The Triclops of Notre Dame: Chaper 1 Art. by LadyAbigail24
9-Hearthread- Club (First Contest!) ValentinesHello hello and hello my fellow 9tards and stitchpunk lovers! I know this club hasn't been the most active sadly over the years but I'm really hoping to remedy that now that I both have more time to manage this club properly aaaaaaaaaand~ am working full time meaning I officially have the income to reward prizes. And what better way to show my seriousness and new years resolution than by hosting the first EVER contest here on 9-Hearthread. Whooo!~ The contest will officially begin January 10th to give you amble time in order to make your entries. `` Participates so far ``@FuntimeMai @LadyAbigail24@KillerHybrid28 @JDBadcrumble @JgalDragonborn ~~The contest theme is going to be romance, with the contest ending officially on Feb. 14th. If your entry has NOT by posted with a link to this contest by Feb. 14th, 2021 at 8pm ( Central Standard Time USA) than it will not count and you will sadly not be eligible for the prizes. Being that its for valentines day as well, the submissions must be themed with the idea of love. This means I am looking for you, the artist, to show me something between lovers; be it old ones or new ones. Your entry can be of two of your own ocs, your oc with a friends if you two are shipping them as a canonic couple (though only the artist who submitted the art will win the prize), your oc with a member of the offical 9 gang or if you don't have ocs, than by all means you can submit a work of the 9 gang with each other (I.E- 9x7) --PRIZESFirst prize : 6 months of PRO core membership (paid for by myself) AND 8000 pointsSecond prize: 3 months of core membership AND 2000 pointsThird prize: 1 month of core membership AND 800 points--RULES!1.) You have to make the entry yourself. No drawing it than getting someone else to color it allowed. 2.) If your not a visual artist than no fear! Written works are also allowed. But also must be created by YOU.3.) No OLD artwork. Anything created before the contest launch time will not be accepted as valid entry and someone else who made a new deviation will be awarded instead. 4.) Only ONE (1) entry PER participate. So make it count. ^^5.) All types of pairings allowed. (straight, gay, poly) Only rule here is that IF you are using someone else's oc for your entry, just make sure you have permission to use them within your artwork. 6.) No nsfw content. Keep it PG people. This means no soulbonding, innuendos or images of a sexual matter. Character can be blushing, flirting or sharing a tender kiss 7.) Original pieces only for this contest. This means no art-trades, gift exchanges or collabs where you did not make the piece your submitting specifically for this contest. Yes, do make sure you have permission to use another persons character if your featuring them but the art needs to be for this contest. Not something you made for another reason. 8.) The entry must be received by Feb. 14th, 8pm with a link to the club so I can find it. If you don't know how to link, than make sure you post your entry to this comment section at the delivery time. --This journal will be updated with results on Jan. 10th. Hopefully the turn out is good. ^^...
R E N E W: Chapter One,AUTHOR'S NOTERENEW is based on a roleplay, stories can take time to be uploaded and life can get in the way. This roleplay is also based on the 9 movie, by Shane Acker. If you haven't watched the movie I HIGHLY recommend doing so! WARNING: Strong LanguageCHAPTER ONEDISCOVERYThe Emptiness.An overcast of shadows, a frozen, dead world preserved from the long forgotten past. Overturned and damaged vehicles that piled upon other wreckage, once bustling shops that were filled with shop keeps and clients were now harboring nothing more that dust, standing eerily still.For those who thrive in these wastelands, they always question the unsolvable. What was the Emptiness originally? Was it always such a dissolute land of nothingness? Nothing more than a crude museum? Who's to say...not even the elders remember what this place was..The most important question is...Who or what remains?In the shades of early morning, petite shadows of humanoid figures gingerly moved along the cluttered ground, gathered closely together against the unknown as a single cart made of a gentlemen's shoe and an assortment of "wheels" was being mushed, hauling materials from rusty nails to the most salvageable of cloths...It was clear what these beings were.They were Stitchpunks.Stitchpunks, being the only known sentient beings in this world, were walking amongst the rubble and dirt as they treaded carefully with each step their tiny feet made...The unknown either wielding their greatest treasure...or their demise.In the leading front of the group was a rather...creepy he-punk who stood tall, his slim, long claws grasping hold of an oversized scythe that hung along his shoulder whilst his face masked a eerily painted mask.Alongside him was a rather panic he-punk with a single leg, his other supported by a false leg. Patches and a pin on his chest, this he-punk appeared to be the medic of this clan, seeing as he was carrying a knapsack on his back that held near-brim in supplies fitted for "medical" work.Mushing the cart, a he-punk with a puppet-isc face and skin resembling that of a tuxedo smiled to his twin-performer, who's neck was adorned in a pink-fluffy scarf and body holding patches of onyx lace. Clearly, this she-doll was a show girl.And not to forget the last he-doll, who's stripped body and flowing cape was seen skating a ways away from the group, preforming tricks against the broken rubble whilst his hood flapped against the wind.This...was an odd assortment of punks.The group seemed to be wandering aimlessly, they're goal was to find very important supplies before heading back to their home, which they've spent nearly months inside of.The slight smog in the air and the silence made the clan on edge, the Emptiness was not a place for quiet...anyone would beg for some sort of noise.The two performers tried to block the silence by singing happily, their jolly tunes filling the air as they bounced against the rubble of the old buildings.However, not so far ahead, the group slowed to a stop as a faded set of footprints caused the leading he-punk to force the group to a halt."Y-Yeah...Th-that's trouble w-w-waiting t-to happen...L-Lets just keep going...P-Please..." The medic nervously gazed at the tracks, rubbing his hands.Sadly...this didn't phase the others as the group silently contemplated for a brief moment before a shift of metal abruptly echoed in the distance with a loud clunk.The trail of faded tracks led into opening spot that rested below the buildings...It was unclear what the clearing was for, was it a battle field? A fallen building leaving nothing behind but dirt?...Why was this space so open for any optics to lay sight on?It seems an investigation was required...The tall he-punk bent down examining the tracks, his long fingers traced along the prints in the dirt for a moment before he stood back up, abruptly starting to walk.The others followed him, even the medic, who's hands started to shake.Soft murmurs wafted up near the front of the group as they all discussed amongst themselves. If something was out here, then they would have to be careful. The Emptiness wasn’t especially kind to punks. The group followed the tracks deeper and deeper into the clearing, and as they went along, the prints only continued to fade.Coming upon the clearing, the small group of punks stood before a large opening, underneath several ruined buildings..Rugged flags attached to sticks blew in the faint wind as ink-sprawled numbers were etched onto the cloths. A One, Two, Five, Six, and Eight... And underneath these said flags, were mounds of dirt, clearly...this was a gravesite.The smog had no effect on this place, as if the clan of punks had stumbled upon something supernatural.The group felt off, examining the mounds as the puppet-performer muttered under his breath. "Creepy..."However, the tall, masked man was more than courageous than his fellow clan, examining all of the graves from Eight to One. Why...were these here? And in such a seemingly random spot too... Abruptly, the masked man stopped and pointed down, standing before the mound of dirt marked with the number "1". Something caused the man to stop...What was so special about this specific mound?Suddenly, the man started to dig in a swift motion. "Tillman no!!" The skater rushed out, dashing to the masked man's side. "W-What if we wake some evil spirit?? What if it wants to gouge our optics out?!?" The medic, who looked pale, literally appeared as if he would faint any second after hearing those words. The she-punk twin rolled her eyes. "Come on El, that's just a load of hocus pocus!" "Weird and creepy graveyard? I think not!" The puppet-doll sighed. "You've been reading too many horror stories..." El barked back with a childish tone. "Have not!!" While the two bickered, Tillman, with his brute force, pulled out a odd-looking trinket from it's grave... ...And reveling a body from it's tomb. "HOLY SHIT!!" The skater breathed, backing up. "T-There's a body down there..." He looked past the tall, masked man, whom proceeded to climb out of the shallow grave. "...This...is a cemetery..." Tillman uttered. El was taken aback. "Yea but...Like...Uh-huh..." He nervously chuckled. Without responding, the masked man walked back over to their cart and in one fell swoop, tossed the tailsman into their storage. The she-doll rose a brow, crossing her arms as she peeked into the cart, before looking up at Tillman. "...And we need this why?" No response came from the masked man as he pressed forward, the she-twin looking at her brother as the he-twin shrugged. As the group moved on from the area, a feeling of dread was clearly clinging onto their shoulders as they trotted along their path once more, this time around, the group had became more...paranoid, watching each and every shadow that was emitted from the Emptiness. It felt as if someone...or something, was stalking them...Witnessing their every step, every movement, and every spoke word. Before the group reach even a foot away from the Gravesite, a loud steam-like hissing erupted from behind the clan... The disgusting crunch of metal rubbing against rusted metal, oil gushing through machine-made veins. A massive shadow rising behind them...Forcing them the group to look behind them. They knew this feeling all too well... But this was no average enemy... "SFNSOMSFMKNS-...KSKSKSKKK-" "...T A R G E T..." A broken, robotic voice erupted from a pile of rising bricks and rubble, the sight of a single yet long robotic arm forced it's way out of the heap of trash, grasping at the dirt below... ...And swiftly, eleven more arms of various sizes and models crawled out, slowly lifting up a body... In a wobble, bricks, ash and dirt fell from the gigantic, round machine as it's massive red eye glitched, flashing of different colors before settling onto a crimson red, beaming down on the clan across the way. "...D E S T R O Y Y Y Y - SKLNFMKS-" It uttered, before it charged at them, all be it with a limp. Instead of the group running, they were ready to defend themselves, all be it with a disadvantage of being micro compared to this monster. Tillman, with his oversized scythe in hand, threw himself infront of the others, dragging it across the stone below them as a piercing noise echoed the air, the screeching forcing the machine to stop several times from the audible pain, but it was persistent.Having time thanks to their masked member, the rest of the clan frantically grabbed their weapons from the cart, using slings, rocks, anything they could fling at this beast, even using rubble from the ground. Of course, this enraged the machine even more, using its rage to catch up with the clan. Wisely, they took off running, taking as much as they could from the cart incase they couldn't come back later. The skater grabbed hold of the weird trinket thing Tillman found earlier, even if he was far behind the others and close to the machine's grasp, he was the fastest punk around! "EL!! NOW!!" Tillman shouted behind him. "COMING!! DONT HAVE TO SAY IT TWICE!!" He replied, swiftly rushing forward, barely avoiding the graspers of the limping machine. "SKADHSSKSKSKSKS-!!" The machine was hot on their tail, but not hot enough as the group was jolting towards the deserted battlefields, hoping that the machine would catch itself in the barbed wires, but not even the iron spikes could stop it, pummeling through the thorns. And of course, as fate would have it, lady luck was was testing the clan's patience this day as a abrupt sandstorm harshly blew in from almost out of nowhere, thank whatever god was watching them as this storm didn't blind them, though it did make their running slower as the sand beneath them was swiftly piling up...Running as best as their little legs could take them, the group stumble upon a clearing of nothing but sand, no barb wires, or ruined machinery that could be used as a shield. The looming red eye shinning down on the crew... "E L I M I N A T I O N N N -" It spoke, standing before the clan as lifted a gasper. They attempted to run away once more, tripping and stumbling on the moving sand below."Come on guys!! Keep moving!!" The skater shouted in encouragement, rushing faster than the others despite his skates sinking into the sand. "AHHH!!" The medic let out a scream as the machine suddenly slammed the raised grasper down, pinning Mick's lower body to the ground before slowly lifting him up. "MICK!!" El shouted, the group turning around from their fleeing in hopes to save their friend. "AHHH!! P-PLEASE!! HELP ME!!!" He begged, squirming and trying to break free. The group had no advantage to grab their friend out of the machine's grasp...the sandstorm was making everything dangerous for both clan and monster... "SFKOSFNKKS- K I L L L L -" The machine stood before, slamming another grasper down as the skater was suddenly pinned, being held up as El tried to punch and kick his way out. "LET GO OF US, YOU HUNK OF JUNK!!" He shouted, staring into the eye of the massive machine, who was ready to tear these two apart...or worse... But...before the machine could do so, an eerie creak of metal caused the monster to pause, turning to the right distance as two sets of yellow pale eyes stared at the machine from the density of the storm... They were not alone. Suddenly, the eyes disappeared as a loud crunch sound was heard infront of the skater, followed by the machine letting out a horrific, broken scream. "GAH!!" The skater, falling into the sand below, looked up as a loud thump followed him down... A massive shadow of a beast stood before El as it looked down at the punk...it had snagged off the grasper the punk was being held hostage by. However, it didnt turn it's aggression to El... The beast death-glared at the machine behind it, hearing another pained-scream echo from the red-eyed monster. "GRAAAA!!" Followed by the warcry of a mysterious punk, who slid down the arm that held Mick captive, the grasper being sliced off by the punk's massive saber. "AHH!!" As the medic fell, the trusting arms of the he-twin caught the medic, "Gotcha!!" Before the mysterious stichpunk could escape the machine's grasp, it used it's now handless arm to fling the punk across the way, right into El who slid back against the sand. "O-Ow..." He groaned before opening his optics again, seeing the mysterious figure swiftly getting up and ready for another round.The mysterious punk looked at the beast with saber in hand, their head adorn in a snake's skull and their body protected by a green-stripped poncho, which blew behind them in the wind... ...Who was this being? El, trying to get up, fell onto his knees as he violently coughed, his waist dripping of blood as the mysterious punk looked back with their errie yellow eyes... Without a word, the punk lifted the wounded skater up and started to flee, not giving any time for El to respond, only to look back at the beast, who lunged at the machine and forced it down the ground. However, upon doing so, a large collapsed trench was exposed from the sand's blanket. "L-LOOK OUT!!" El shouted...But it was too late. The two plummeted down into the darkness, the sounds of the beast's cries soon turning into silence... There was nothing, no sound, no light... The only thing El was think of... Was that he was lost. END OF CHAPTER ONE ---------------------------------------AubreyED (C) Tillman, Mick, Blaine, El, Cliff Japanisforligers (C) Anba, Zuzu, Writing Shane Acker (C) 9, Stichpunks...
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7 human form by Lily-pily
Human 6 Design by KittyLydiCatCat
The Edward Family by sunlightcalista

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Yes, it has been a while! Lack of 9 news will do that. Just wanted to forward some information for members old and new:

1) This is a kid and teen friendly group. NSFW content is not permitted.

2) Journal entries will only be accepted if they are a 9 related contest, or a call for 9 zine participants. Stuff about your commissions/OCs/personal life will not be accepted.

3) Please do not submit the same fanart or fic multiple times. I will approve it when I can, and I am not on this website 24/7. Patience is appreciated!

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Ghostspider3145 Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2023
Can I join?
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Mad-But-Happy Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2023  Professional Filmographer
Yes, anyone can!
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Ghostspider3145 Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2023
Hooray!!🤩🤩🤩
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Jay-gurl27 Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2023  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Club still active?
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Mad-But-Happy Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2023  Professional Filmographer
Kind of! Not as much interest in 9 anymore, but we still get submissions sometimes.
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