#anchored zine

[demonlikejudgeoffire]

please look forward to @themazine releasing Anchors Aweigh! on September 30th!

#this was totally posted yesterday. dont look at the timestamp it was yesterday. #fan zine #anchors aweigh! #orv

[ladykf-writes]

Hey so this is a snippet from one of the projects I was involved in late this year - a massive collection of fanworks featuring the one and only Vincent Valentine, the Chaos Theory Zine which is out for preorders now. No ships, a collection of gorgeous fanart and fantastic writing with additional tiers of merch... it’s so good guys, we did so good, I’m so proud of my fellow contributors and myself. The mods were awesome. Kat’s First Zine was an excellent experience - AND! Proceeds go to charity.

I really couldn’t ask for a better time. This was so much fun. If you can’t read the image for whatever reason, click the read more where I’ll add in the excerpt.

Excerpt:

Crimson eyes closed and the internal static shut out the chaos around him - the smoke, the fire, the screaming - until there was nothing. He fell back into the abyss that had been his miserable existence for decades that felt like an eternity, grief and madness haunting him from the voices clamoring in his head, urging him to stay in a sort of stasis until a need managed to outweigh the pain. He had been roused once, and he knew in his heart that it was nothing but cowardice - fear of facing the world, of facing consequences and the reality of his new existence - that had kept him from getting up and staying up, joining Veld in his quest. He had wondered if Veld had found his daughter, had been able to save her.

Wondered if it would have made a difference if he had made an attempt to save Sephiroth. Lucrecia’s baby, all grown up with a vendetta no doubt borne in part by being raised by Hojo.

He opened his eyes, lips pursed. Now was not the time to reminisce and blame himself for opportunities long past. Maybe he would have made a difference, maybe he wouldn’t have.

#chaos theory zine #ff7 #ff7 zines #my work #anchor points

[odlaw]

i should make a zine about moveys that inspire incomprehensible homosexuality in me

#thinks about it so hard i think i hauve covid #my horrible fightclub/resdogs/mrripley/anchors aweigh (if i feel brave enough) book. it would prob be like fanart or smthn idk. whatever #my pipedream zine <3

[theyellowmistress]

“The World”

(my contribution to the @ themagnusarcana zine over on ig)

Image 1 [ID: A digital illustration of the end of the Magnus Archives podcast. Jon and Martin are situated in the pupil of a great eye taking up residence in a red sky. The panopticon/institute is burning and crumbling in the background, as Martin stabs Jon in the heart. Jon’s blood flows down and pools at the base of the House at Hill Top Road, which sits atop a large web made from the tape of large cassette tapes lining the sides of the image, acting as anchors for the web. Annabelle Cane sits at the bottom half of the image, pulling strands from the blood-soaked web and connecting them to a group of planets she sits amongst. /end ID]

Image 2 [ID: close-up of Martin stabbing Jon. /end ID]

Image 3 [ID: close-up of Annabelle Cane. /end ID]

#tma #the magnus archives #the magnus archives fanart #tma fanart #the world card #my art #my art described #tma spoilers #tma finale #mag 200 #tw blood #tw stabbing #tw spiders #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #annabelle cane #I am seriously so glad to have access to this blog again #being locked out for a week was rough #especially when I had art to post

[onshrike]

the full illustration(s) i made for @themazine's Lee Jihye zine, Anchors Aweigh! ⛅️

#orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #omniscient reader #lee jihye #jihye lee #zines #fanart #2023

[themazine]

Anchors Aweigh! a Lee Jihye zine, is now available for download!

It's time to set sail! We all hope you enjoy the journey we've prepared for you!

⚓ Download here: https://themazine.itch.io/anchorsaweigh

#mod post #anchors aweigh #omniscient reader's viewpoint #omniscient reader #orv #fanzine

[gutouhua]

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

vampire!kaeya x human!f.reader

wc. 1395

tags. kaeya drinking reader's blood, penetrative sex, hickeys, slight dumbification, size difference, cervix-fucking sorta, not edited

a/n. last reader insert piece i'll post for the year! i love the reader fic community very dearly--y'all were the ones that made me want to write!--so even if i'm writing other stuff besides reader fics, know i will always be back! gonna be working on zine stuff & the next part of shrine master's bride in the new year! i hope you lovelies have a gentle christmas and peaceful rest of the year <3

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭! 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝟏𝟖+!

There were times when Kaeya felt that he was made specifically for you. For your needs, your comfort, your pleasure. A knight at his queen’s service. 

At the farmer’s market, he’d carry everything for you even though he knew you were more than capable of doing it yourself. He’d never admit it, but it was just an excuse to be by your side. 

And as you flitted from stall to stall, he’d trail after you with heavy arms, juggling bags and parcels of food and trinkets, and admire your pretty sundress. He told himself that he followed behind to protect you, but it was mostly so that he could enjoy—ogle—the way the cotton voile clung to your ass. 

You’d always buy fresh fruit, vegetables, and meats wrapped in kraft paper. (Bloodied steaks, he’d noticed, were a particular favorite of yours.) 

But the shop you always lingered the longest at was the dessert shop. Dainty frosted cakes, golden flaky pastries, and soft cookies presented prettily in delicate containers was your ultimate weakness. The shopkeeper always had your order of sugar rush ready even before you arrived, and Kaeya was always careful to balance your desserts in expert fashion, careful not to jostle them too much. 

(The last time your baklava got crushed into a sticky, flaky mess, you refused to kiss him for an entire day which left Kaeya very distraught and aching.) 

And when you come back from a mission, your familiar scent smothered by the tang of feral vampires, Kaeya would greet you like clockwork with a kiss and a hug at the door despite his intense aversion towards the smell of ferals. 

He’d hoist you up into his arms and carry you to the bathroom before peeling your hunting clothes off and depositing you into a bath scented with your favorite rose oils. The bathwater would get most of the stink out, but Kaeya knew your muscles would ache from the hunting and that some of the stench would linger, he’d work the knots in your body and scrub at the blood that stained your scarred skin. He always started at your neck and ended with your toes and you’d always try to stop him—you were extremely ticklish—but in the end, he always had his way. 

But archons. When you were under him—

“I swear you get wetter—tighter, ah fuck—” you desperately arch up against his hips, chasing heat and friction, “—when my fangs are on your neck. Why’s that baby?” Kaeya mumbles. Sugar and sin against your beating pulse, so loud you can somehow hear it through the rough rasp of his voice and the erotic sounds of your bodies intertwining with each other. 

Kaeya is mocking, but his tone belies his own control; taut, thin strands of sweet candy floss that could snap at any moment. But your unraveling is always his goal, what’s most important to him, so he squeezes his eyes shut to push the bleeding red from his eyes and tightens his grip on your hips to anchor himself. 

“I—I don’t know—” Your answer comes out as a moan, half-delirious from the steady pressure building between the juncture of your thighs, and you buck against him again before digging your heels into his lower back to keep him inside you. 

But Kaeya simply ignores you with a lazy smile, instead mimicking the drag of his hard length inside you with blunted fangs against the column of his throat. The dull pain slides across your sensitized skin, a numbing, delicious promise. 

“P-Please I, I need, ah,” you whimper brokenly, trying to fight your mind for words when Kaeya presses a perfectly timed callused palm to your stomach. And suddenly it feels like he’s filling you everywhere, consuming all the empty spaces in your body. 

“You need what, darling? You’re a smart girl so use your words,” he chides, dragging each thrust out—slow and honey amidst the haze of your pleasure. “You know I’ll give you whatever you ask for. Command me as you see fit.” 

“It’s easy for you to say when you—” 

A sharp thrust, full. His tip kisses your cervix and the stretch almost hurts, making you scramble for a fistful of his hair to steady yourself. Keeping his pace steady, he returns to nibble your neck, fangs teasing and nipping the hollow of your neck. Even when you whine against him, raking your nails down his back, Kaeya doesn’t stop until he feels he’s lavished enough attention on your neck. He licks the blooming purple rose on your neck and draws back to admire his handiwork. 

Kaeya hums. “Is that what you need, baby?”

The vibrations travel straight to your core, and you shake your head and whine. Kaeya grins. He knows that’s not what you meant, but seeing you beg and fall apart is so much better than just giving it straight to you.

He liked the chase almost as much as he liked watching you lose your mind. 

“Y-You know that’s not it. That’s not what I want,” you cry while squirming, trying to seek sweet, hard relief.

“Then tell me, baby.” 

Your muscles tighten with each quick thrust, the heavy drag of his cock like a key twisting your insides tighter and tighter. “I want you to-to—ah, fuck, baby not—”

“Words, baby,” he whispers hotly. Fire and brimstone. 

"I-I can’t,” you sob shakily, tears welling in your eyes. 

Kaeya flips you over and pulls your hair lightly, creating a delicious burn on your scalp. You dig your hands into the sheets, crinkling the silk as you blink wet eyes in an attempt to focus your thoughts. 

“Poor baby,” he coos, not at all sorry if the way he thrusted into your cunt was any indication of his intentions. “Too dumb to speak, are you? Can’t use your big girl words?” 

“Want you, mmf, want your, ah, fangs, please—” 

“Ah, my love.” Kaeya slips two fingers into your mouth, pressing against your tongue. Warm saliva drips down his cold fingers. “I’ve got you now,” he murmured, voice low against the shell of your ear. “You want me to drink your blood, baby?”

You turn, nodding as much as you could given the position.

“Then I need you to cum.” Kaeya pulled out, and you whimpered at the loss, a cry of frustration bubbling in your throat. 

“But I want it now. I don’t care if it hurts,” you whine, eyes glassy with need. 

“I need you to cum so it hurts less though, baby. You know that’s how we always do it.” Kaeya adjusts himself and lines the tip up with your pussy, moving his cock up and down to spread your slick and tease your clit. “So will you be a good girl for me and cum so I can reward you?” 

You nod. You’re so close to the edge that you know you’ll cum the moment he sinks into you again. 

He kisses you. Full-bodied, tongue circling yours, and pulls back when he smells the frustration—arousal—increase. He steadies himself against your cunt before pushing inside without warning in one fluid motion, and remembers that he still has to stay sane enough to give you what you want. (But it’s hard to think when his balls are pressed tight against your ass, and your insides feel tighter than they did before.) Kaeya drags his heavy length out, leaving just the tip inside your wet heat, before achingly pushing back in. 

Close, close—

“Almost there?” he murmurs, voice soft against his hardness. He grinds down on you and sinks deep while pinching your clit hard, watching as you fall apart under him, mouth open, throat straining, vein thickening—long, smooth and—

Sharp fangs sink into your beating pulse. Blinding pleasure streaks through you before syrupy pleasure spills into your veins. Kaeya sees red and struggles to keep himself steady against your soft body and wet heat. 

You seemed to have a habit of doing that to him. Making him crazy, wild, ache for you. With each heavy draw of blood, he relishes the sweet taste, hoping that each additional drop would quench his thirst, but it never does. His mind grows fuzzy, fangs throbbing with each drag.

He might never have enough of you. Never be satisfied. 

Kaeya groans.

You’d be his downfall.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya x y/n #kaeya smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #kaeya fanfic #genshin fanfic #genshin impact fanfic

[hillbillyoracle]

What Made My Life Better in 2023

One of the things I'm thinking about a lot as I get ready for 2024 is what actually made an impact for me in the last year. It was interesting to think through because it was neither what I expected nor what I had always heard would help me. Instead it was often small changes that stacked into something much more helpful and interesting when put together.

I wanted to share them in case it's helpful for anyone else.

#1 - Adaptive Cleaning

While I still use elements of other cleaning systems, the base of what I do is firmly rooted in Sarah McGlory's Adaptive Cleaning ideas. I started implementing it about halfway through the year in earnest, though I stumbled upon it a year or two ago, and it's made a huge difference. This is the cleanest my space has ever been and the fewest flares I've ever had and I genuinely do credit her ideas for being a big reason for that.

#2 - My Care Kit

About halfway through the year I also threw together this care kit that I keep by my bed. It has everything I need to do my skincare, brush my teeth, and do my makeup - all without leaving my bed. While I've felt embarrassed at just how much it's done for me, I think it's a great example of "do what works." I just don't like get up once I've sat down for the evening. And it's easier to get up if I already have all that stuff done. Not only have I kept up with skincare and other habits probably the best out of any point in my life, but the mood and self esteem boost it gives me has allowed me to do more of what I want in other areas too.

#3 - 750 Words

I start using 750 Words on a whim. I had liked doing morning pages but could never really keep up with them, especially on days when I was really struggling with my hands. I wound up really taking to it and have only missed a few days since I started in November. I wound up paying for a year of it because I'm that certain of it's benefit. I've written way more for my zines, my mental health is a little better, and it serves as an anchor habit for several others. I love the simplicity of it. I can usually crank out my freewrite for the day in about 10 minutes - I like 10 minutes being my new minimum versus the zero it was.

#4 - Laundry Day

This might seem obvious or silly to you but as someone who has tried a lot of cleaning routines, I was so used to the a load a day rule that I never questioned it. That is until I read Dana K. White's book How To Manage Your Home Without Losing Your Mind. She talks about her laundry system and it just completely changed my perspective. Laundry day has given me so much of my time back and I more regularly do more of our laundry. I'm sure other people were aware this was an option but I guess I needed someone to tell me.

#5 - Connecting with a Sangha

I'd been putting off connecting with a Sangha for a while. I knew I wasn't going to be in a place to go in person (I'm about an hour and a half any moderate sized city) and only meeting online felt like a pale imitation. But I was wrong. I got connected with the Furnace Mountain Zen Center based here in Kentucky and started attending more of their weekday meditation sessions and at home day retreats as I was able. It really deepened my practice and has remained a touchstone to return back to when I got through times life pulls me away. I wish I would have done it sooner. If you're Buddhist leaning in any way, I really recommend finding a Sangha - even if it's online.

I hope this sparks some ideas for other people. None of the "productivity" stuff I tried this year "worked" in the sense of sticking or allowing me to do more. The closest was probably pomodoros on a visual timer, which are genuinely helpful. But mostly it was acts of nurturance, curiosity, and care that really elevated my life this year.

May 2024 be even better!

#2024 #new years #self improvement #self care

[lazyleafeon]

[image description: 5 drawings starring Lee Jihye from omniscient reader's viewpoint, focused on paper boats.

drawing 1: Jihye as a young child, putting a paper boat into the ocean.

drawing 2: Jihye meeting Na Bori in the rain while they're both kids. they drawing is of their reflections in a puddle, with a paper boat at the center.

drawing 3: Jihye's bloody hands hover over a sink, which has a sinking paper boat floating inside it. there's blood on the sink handle.

drawing 4: the same sink as drawing 3, now with a candy wrapper floating on the water. tears fall into the sink water.

drawing 5: Jihye as a young adult, putting a paper boat into the ocean. she looks at peace. End ID]

spot illustrations I did for the anchor's aweigh zine for @1-976's fic, which can you read here on ao3, or read with spot illustrations included in the zine itself, which you can download here :]

#orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #my art #lee jihye #// #blood

[pancreasman]

Welcome!

My name is Lucky! (Or Nodule, whichever, I don’t care.) I do fanart, fanfiction, and comics instead of trying not to fail my senior year. My dream is to go to art school and become an animator or comic artist!

Socials:

Twitter Ao3 Fanfiction.net Youtube DeviantArt And a Kofi! (Visit for more info)

🌙 Under the Light of the Moon: A Shadamy Zine - Page artist

That Which We Call a Rose

💖My Long-Running Shadamy Fic🖤

Tags:

Background Knuxouge, Fluff, Angst, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Secret Identities, Mutual Pining, Tension, First meetings, Meet-Cute, Love at first sight, Canon Divergence AU, Celebrity AU… etc, Tags to be added.

Summary:

“What’s in a name? That which we call a Rose, by any other word would smell as sweet.”

Amy Rose is the famous author of "Whispers of Solaris" a popular fantasy book series. After her face reveal turns her from an unknown teenage author to an A-list celebrity in an affair known as "Rosemania" Her reputation must remain pristine and unassuming to protect herself from her antagonistic fanbase. But as she tries to move past her roots, they only anchor her deeper into the ground as her fans and agent demand her to continue writing "Whispers of Solaris." Her only escape is writing via her covert pen name, Athena Martel, as whom she is renowned for her steamy romance novels.

Shadow the Hedgehog is a local bookshop barista looking for a new job after being fired from his mysterious old position. He's a diehard fan of Amy's new novels but somehow knows nothing of "Whispers of Solaris" or even Rose herself. But, he is nothing short of devoted and terrified to meet the author of his favorite novel. After the two lock eyes at a book signing and are immediately hooked by each other's presence, Shadow is encouraged by his best friend Rouge, an Athena Martel fan, to unearth the many names of Amy Rose.

Parts 10/27 Posted!

#oc commission #commissions open #art commisions #sonic commission #sonic oc #intro post #introductory post #blog intro #pinned intro

[ivan-serrure]

THE ANCHORS ⚓️ ⚓️

(Click for quality )

A piece for a zine by @edoutft, very impatient for its release !! Check out his stuff, he is an artist i deeply admire and look up to, and a dear friend of mine

#ivan serrure #t4t #trans #trans art #lgbt #queer #trans artist #transmasc #bi #gay #trans man #nonbinary #watercolor #illustration #artists on tumblr #art #nb #sailor #ocean #anchor #top surgery

[doomspiral]

Sorry I'm a bit out of track, is there any specific, impending reason for the DreamShift..? I think I had an account there many years ago but never really used it.

Personally, i miss the way fandom used to function and i think we deserve to do fandom more slowly and less frantically. Tumblr is also planning to change drastically to stop Being Tumblr-y, and i think that blows.

If we can get at least an anchor for fandom on a journal site again we stand a chance of not losing our stride and still having a good time. Tying it into posting on ao3, pixiv, tumblr, wherever else also enables it to be more of a foundation than where you have to do all your fandoming, and keeps more information and fanworks available than discord servers do. (Frankly, servers are an overall loss for fandom activity and lead to splintering and other shit. Just make friend servers and delete them when they suck without uprooting entire groups of fandom).

It may also allow us to run better events than hinging our Big Fan Activities on zines and anthologies. Those things are fun but due to my experience with them in previous fandoms, i dont believe they should be enormous things that cause large groups of people to burnout and go quiet for months at a time. But im an annoying punk who thinks zines should be easy to photocopy and leave at bus stops, so.

Anyway, fandom anchor in these trying times, thats why.

[insanepoll]

Lmao, you summoned the blaseballers. Our goal is not merely to win, but to recruit more fans to our queer horror baseball simulator where we make little guys that are so fucked up.

Anyways, if any of you reading wanna get into it, we're on development break, so there's time to immerse yourself!

-Check out the blaseball maincord (and various team sidecords/resources),

-The blaseball wiki (independent, not run by FANDOM wiki),

-Blaseball Cares for fanmade merch, zines, posters, etc (all proceeds go to charity),

-You can get a link to the SIBR discord from fans on maincord if you wanna get into the stats, analytics, and programming aspects, or check out sibr.dev to see the tools they've made!

-As mentioned above, SIBR makes tools to help us better understand blaseball. One of these is Before.sibr.dev, where people can pick a season and day and re-watch past games! Helps fill in the knowledge gaps and boredom over development breaks.

-Whenever something exciting (or terrifying) happens, there's always someone asking, "Where is BNN?!" That's because Blaseball News Network is where us blaseball fans go for live coverage, team rankings, and more articles about current blaseball events!

-for a look at fanart and writing collaboration from a bunch our fanwork guys, check out itch.io for the blaseball zine jam works, as well as a variety of blaseball themed ttrpgs and games!

-the Garages on Spotify, Apple Music, Youtube, and Bandcamp for an expansive range of music, and ParkPark Rangers for some folksy stuff on Bandcamp,

our collection of podcasts:

Yell Parks Pod- run by members of the Magic, this is less blaseball related and more a general show about national parks!

Infinite Cities Blaseball- definitely the widest range of topics, but definitely blaseball related commentary. They're running a 24 hour charity stream event for cinco de mayo on twitch and maincord (starting @ 6:30pm EST) to raise money for the Southern California Immigration Project.

Blittle League Blaseball (run by The Splorts Hub)- Story driven, based on Blaseball itself

Blaseball Analysis Co.- Stats with the stat guys!

Archives Unlimited- mainly lore talk and team culture!

And our beloved youtube creators:

Blaseball -Round-ups for broad story beats/anchor suffering/comedy, live stream uploads from the devs answering questions and updates

Blaseball Blexplained- Explaining statistics, game mechanics, plot in much further detail than the roundups, and weather forecasts for active games.

Blaseball fan culture is very much about Making and Doing. Part of why I love it so much.

!!! Y'all heard anon!!

#insane character poll #propaganda #blaseball #asks #anon talks

[rangerzath]

You’re Listening To America Overnight by Zath Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Control (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Original Characters Additional Tags: America Overnight, Podfic & Podficced Works, Screenplay/Script Format, Unnamed Radio Host, Podfic Anthology, Psychological Horror, Thriller, Camp Horror, Humor, Mild Sexual Content, Non-Graphic Violence, References to Canon Summary: A lost collection of America Overnight episodes. Youtube Mirror | Anchor Mirror This episode was written for the @fbczine! I always enjoy writing these episodes and I feel fortunate that I was able to include one in the zine. If you haven't read the zine yet please go check it out!

#control #control 2019 #control remedy #podfic #fanfic #america overnight #rangerzath podfics #fbc zine #Spotify

[cadriona]

Rating: G

Characters: Beidou

Word count: 2,694

Summary:

The Alcor sets anchor by a small island near Mondstadt, and Beidou happens upon an old, neglected sundial. This isn't that story. Or: Beidou, growing up, and her meetings with a mysterious woman who calls herself Haishan.

Here be the fic I had the pleasure to write for Stormbreaker: a Beidou Zine!

Hope yall enjoy :D

#stormbreaker: a beidou zine #beidou #cadri's writing #genshin fic

[scarletwritesshit]

LostDex: Beta Pokemon Fanzine Writings

All of the writing that I have done for @thelostdex zine. I wrote various types of entries for Ramoose, Tubacapra, Togekiss, Espeon, Leafeon, Gavillain, Suicune, Moibelle, Belladam, and Kiwundo. It was a pleasure working with everyone, and I hope you enjoy the product of our hard work!

-

Ramoose

10/18/2020

Approximately 3:00 A.M.

Unknown Woods, Lost Island

I should know better than to be out this late, this far away from base camp, on an island this deserted. Unfortunately, my persistent curiosity got the better of me, and so I set off on an expedition deep into the woods to see what might greet me while I tread alone.

I must’ve been traveling for a solid hour at the very least when I was stopped in my tracks by a massive shadow glaring directly at me. I couldn’t quite tell what it was, and I was unable to turn on my flashlight for there was a great risk of accidentally scaring it away. Slowly but surely, I approached it, and I could eventually begin to make out a silhouette as I inched closer.

Stantler? I initially assumed. However, my hypothesis was quickly disproven, as I noticed that its antlers were far too wide and its body, too bulky.

I soon found myself face to face with a massive beast holding its ground and staring into my soul with its glowing red eyes. I tried to keep low, so as to not startle the beast into thinking I was a threat, but it seemed to be well aware of its power and authority that it held over this dreary forest.

I went to grab my camera to take a quick photo, lest a photograph be the only remainder of my encounter, but as soon as I blinked, the creature disappeared in an instant.

I know what I saw. It was all too clear to merely be a hallucination.

Could it have actually been Ramoose? There was simply no other explanation...

-

Tubacapra

I almost feel bad for disturbing the peace of such gentle creatures, but Tubacapra are so laid back that I simply couldn’t help myself but walk among the herd. None of them turned their attention to me for long periods of time as I walked past individuals both young and old, bountiful and sickly. They seem almost too gentle for their own good…

Then again, they were overall not the most intelligent looking Pokemon that I have seen. There was a certain…emptiness that could be seen in their eyes. Their expressions were not plagued with despair, but rather, devoid of thought. A carefree life it must be, to have the bare minimum thoughts to occupy your brain at any given moment at time.

They paid little to no mind to me, as the majority of the herd remained resting on the ground with their poncho-like roots anchoring themselves into the soil. I wonder if their bodily compositions were closer to that of a plant, rather than the flesh and blood of an animal, as they appear to be sapping nutrients from the soil to recharge themselves.

I have also noticed that the individuals with larger branches on their head seem more attentive and alert contrary to those with smaller twigs. Perhaps it could be an indicator of age, with the older Tubacapra being far more mentally developed than the youngsters. This also presents the plausible theory that these tree-like structures function as a brain or brain-like organ for these creatures.

Now, this implies that Tubacapra walk around with an exposed, photosynthesizing brain. The thought irked me in the weirdest way, but it could not stop me from gently scratching behind their ears or letting them lick my palm.

-

Togekiss

I cannot believe what I am witnessing before my very eyes.

I have never seen so many Togekiss gathered in one location in my life.

Their numbers are still small, but relative to sightings in other regions of the world, this is a huge discovery.

However, these Togekiss are clearly different from the ones that we are familiar with. They’re more...dragon-like, in a sense. Their underbellies are solid blue and the spikes on their head are much larger and sharply angled. Their eyes were glowing red with a fierce, passionate gaze. It wasn’t filled with seething hatred like a feral beast, but rather, it was more like that of a gentle yet formidable guardian.

While I was watching them from the ground, I heard one of their cries. It wasn’t quite as aggressive as a Hydregion or Tyranitar, but it certainly had an aura of demand to it. Simultaneously, it was soft and graceful to the ears. One could describe their cry as being that of an old, gentle beast, capable of great might yet dared not bring harm to the innocent.

Unfortunately, I was unable to get close enough to properly confirm any of my observations, including the extent of their possible draconic features and overall demeanor. It was rather difficult to keep up with them, as they were quite fast and would soar beyond the clouds.

One thing was for certain; If the Togekiss we know are bringers of peace, then these are its guardians.

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Gavillain

Ahead of me in the midst of a sloppy, muddy swamp, I spotted a Gavillain creeping up on an unattended nest of eggs. It was so intensely focused on the meal before it that it didn’t turn an eye to my presence, even after I had accidentally stepped on a branch, splitting it in half. I froze in place, expecting it to jolt into the air and scan its surroundings, but it continued creeping ever so slowly towards the nest. This Pokemon must think that it’s some sort of slick, devious cartoon villain. Obviously, it’s really not, seeing how easily I was able to sneak up behind this “stealthy” individual and grab it.

I held it by the neck and base of its tail, so it would be unable to swing around and take a bite out of my flesh. As it squirmed in my grasp like a captured snake, I noticed that it seemed to be wiggling around with the intention of escaping, not aggression. If only this woeful creature could understand that I merely wished to observe it up close, not endanger its fragile life in any manner.

It had muddied brown scales, which felt like dried mud as well, presumably to act as camouflage. With a bright green frill around its neck, it seemed rather pointless, as it would stick out like a sore thumb amidst the mud. Perhaps it served it some good to disguise itself as an aquatic plant, or to perhaps hide among the bushes?

Who knows. I crouched down and let the creature have its freedom that it so desperately desired. It panicked and ran off, abandoning its original goal of snatching the eggs completely.

Incredibly pathetic nature and incredibly impractical design. Thus is the fate of Gavillain.

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Suicune

...graceful, aqua blue panther leisurely strolling through the fields. Its mane resembles that of our majestic steeds, in terms of…was more akin to that of an amethyst, as intensely violet and crystalline its coloration appeared to the human eye. Pure white tiger’s paws...spots adorning the entirety of its body...rippling water…

...peaceful in nature but quick to dash towards cover at the faintest trace of an interloper. Left no signs of...light footed. The beast’s movements were swift and graceful, comparable to that of a gentle breeze along the surface of a calm lake. The lake-blue panther-like creature had a...-like howl, yet I do not believe for it to have any relations to…

It drank from a heavily soiled lake in the midst of the forest one afternoon...later that very day, the water was crystal... I can only begin to speculate that this divine beast must have some form of water blessing powers. I had never quite seen anything like it during all of my years of exploring... I fail to believe that natural causes have cleansed the water...

...has only been seen within the forests of...legend among us, unlike any other that lies beyond our sacred land?

...shall be called Sui... a name fitting for a monarch of the water itself.

-From a weathered manuscript, date unknown

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Leafeon & Espeon

Leafeon -

These Leafeon are far from being considered prized specimen. Their tails were more like long strands of wild grass, and their paws were covered in similarly structured strands. Their coloration was quite variable as well, with some Leafeon being more intense shades of green or weathered brown than others.

The most notable feature about these Pokemon was not their appearance, as they simply resembled a more feral deviation of Leafeon. The smell, I must say, was agonizing on the senses. The organic stink of unattended weeds was so revolting for the sheer fact that they triggered my immune responses so violently. Even worse, was that some individuals were curious of my presence, directing their pollen and chlorophyl towards me.

I couldn’t bring myself to call these adorable creatures weeds, however.

Espeon -

In the mountainous regions of the forgotten island, an abandoned temple is the home to a variant of a beloved species that were once regarded as deities. Golden Espeon prowl this secluded temple, away from the contact of all humans or most other Pokemon.

Its golden fur shone spectacularly in the sunlight, except for the markings at the base of its tails and around the edges of its ears. Unlike the more familiar form of Espeon, this deviation has two distinct tails, rather than one being split into two at the tip. I do not believe these, along with the Leafeon, to be a subgroup, similar to regional variants from Alola or Galar, but rather, more like an ancestor of sorts.

If this proves to be true, then not only is it possible that other similar forms of Eevee exist, but a whole new field of Pokemon evolution research becomes a distinct possibility.

For now, I must respect these Espeon and their solitary nature.

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Kiwundo

I have never seen a Pokemon quite as round and birdlike as what I am currently observing before me. My initial impression of this curious new species is that they seem exceptionally impractical. Their wings are tiny, their bodies are heavily rounded, and it appears that their heads are locked in an upwards facing position. None of them seem adjusted to walking on such long legs either, as all individuals in the flock were stumbling and struggling to maneuver around a simple grassy plain.

These bird Pokemon appear to greatly lack in the cognitive department as well. I witnessed a larger predatory bird Pokemon pluck an individual out of the flock without a struggle, and the unfortunate victim’s companions seemed to have not noticed. They were comparable to ripe kiwis, who exist solely as pickings for those higher up on the food chain. Arguably, they were more like sentient kiwis than conscious specimens. The resemblance is uncanny, yet they were neither fully bird nor fully kiwi. The overwhelming majority were a dull brown akin to that of the common bird Pokemon, with textured feathers easily mistaken for kiwi skin.

I noted one unusual exception, to this, however, where one individual was a vibrant green unlike the earthy brown of the rest of the flock. I couldn’t help myself but throw a Pokeball at the weird green specimen to take back for further observation. It put up almost no struggle, which was rather unsurprising considering what I had noted earlier about its absentminded appearance.

These bird Pokemon were better compared to Magikarp, as even the common Pidgey would put up a decent fight. I don’t recall them having a name, so I shall call them Kiwundo after their round, kiwi-like appearance.

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Moibelle & Belladam

It’s easy to tell when a clan of Moibelle are nearby. What may sound like an orchestra of a thousand little jingles is actually a group of seven individuals max, skittering through the alleyways. They seem rather shy and difficult to approach, as they go out of their way to avoid even harmless Pokémon.

One lone Moibelle seems to be the exception to my observation, as it cautiously but curiously walked up to my leg and began to rub on it. Its fur was velvety soft, and the bells around its ears were softly ringing. It did not utter a peep, which has led me to believe that its primary form of communication was the bells on its head, neck, and tail.

Strangely enough, it didn’t seem frightened around me. In fact, the little baby quickly grew quite attached to me. I slowly held out my hand, offering for it to climb on. It was taken aback at first, but after a quick sniff, it climbed onto my arm and dug its claws into my sleeve. How could I say no to taking in such an adorable, mysterious fella? I saw no others seeking it out, so it may have been abandoned for some unfortunate reason.

As I gently stroked my newfound friend, I looked above me to notice a Belladam looming over me, laying on a guard rail on the balcony above. Its bell tail flickered silently, a great contrast to the "talkative" Moibelle. It was staring down at me fiercely, as if it were ready to strike should I make the wrong move.

Along another balcony further down the alleyway, two Belladam were tense and flickering their tails at each other. This time, I could hear the ringing, further supporting my theory of the bells being used for communication.

Moibelle may be shy, but they will grow up to become some aggressive beauties.

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