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Sometimes saving the world tastes like cheap soft drinks and fast food

The gang are around 17-18 ish y/o in this piece :D

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Just got back from watching the new Doraemon movie and damn it was pretty good!

Now I must admit I might be biased because I watched it on the big screen and because I did not particularly like the earth symphony’s pacing.

But other than that this movie was a solid 8/10 for me!

The set up of themes about what makes good art and plot points were all mostly paid off well by the end. The characters were fun and the animation this time around was stellar!

I also loved the subtle ways the gang’s personality and group dynamics were set up. Like how they share mannerisms with the cat landing pose Nobita, Doraemon, and Jaian were shown to do. And the casual trust and closeness all of them share.

The small details of the backgrounds of everyone’s room in the castle, or the way Shizuka’s hand held onto Claire when she walked. All blink and you’ll miss it details but it helps flesh them out so much.

In terms of plot no one was truly relegate to the back burner too much in this movie. Shizuka saved everyone so many times over it’s amazing and got to show off her keen intellect and resilience. Jaian got to be a lot more in the spotlight this time around, and while he still had a bully gag scene he wasn’t locked into being a ‘dumb brute’.

The general tone of the piece was surprisingly quiet and even profoundly sad at times. I honestly still can’t make sense of that silence that followed as Nobita exited his painting leaving us with the shot of Doraemon alone surrounded by an endless void of bright colors.

That’s not to mention the volcanic elephant in the room!

For the entire run time I expected they would come back to that volcano and the kids would figure out some way to stop its eruption or something. But they never do and I can’t help but be left with the somber message of yes the kingdom is going to be destroyed, yes all these people and all these lives are going to be swept away by the endless march of time, and yes that okay because we cannot stop decay and change.

A surprise to be sure with the doraemon franchise but I personally liked it!

There were a few problems with pacing at some parts but other than that I enjoyed this movie a lot!

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The aftermath of every doraemon movie is infinitely funnier when you think about what they don’t show you on screen because half the time after the big bad is banished and they’re heading home or something I just imagine them sitting around just processing the absolute madness that just happened

Like

Nobita: Going though all the stages of grief at the same time after losing someone or something he cared so much about

Shizuka: Coping with the latest terror of being kidnapped and or held hostage for the nth time this year

Suneo: probably has an infection, hypothermia, or a horrid mixture of other conditions after being batted around for the last hour and a half

Jaian: The same as Suneo but somehow worse after running into danger repeatedly because he was trying to defend someone or just dumb luck, he might also have a concussion from god knows where

Doraemon: Tased, dropped, slammed, infected, electrocuted, burned, knocked out, shocked, drowned, slashed-

All of them need therapy

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A small addition to this

Many long years later when Nobita stares into the mirror and his sudden long hair stares back he’ll think of this conversation and try to snip his hair into a bob.

Of course it turns out awful as most haircuts done in the middle of the night by a collage student do, and of course he gets relentlessly teased for it every after it grows back but honestly he doesn’t regret doing it.

Not when whenever he spots that mop of hair his heart does a funny little skip and he suddenly feels like he’s full of buzzing energy even just for a single moment.

-

This can be interpreted as romantic but I like to think Nobita is just a weird little guy who loves and looks up to his friends very much, Shizuka especially

Sometimes whenever he gets a little bit too overwhelmed or his brain flat out decides that it’s not gonna work today he’ll go “Shizuka wouldn’t stand for this!” and suddenly gain enough energy to do half of his assignments and chores in 2 hours flat before falling asleep on the floor which is basically a pretty successful day for him.

Doraemon ficlet named:

A New Look

“Are you sure about this sweetheart?” Her mother asked hesitantly as the hairdresser preped his tools.

“Yeah I’m sure mom. I really want this one.” She pointed at one of the tiny portraits that lined the magazine. There’s been nothing else she’s been so sure about.

“It’s just… your hair has always been so pretty dear it’d be a waste.” Her mother ghosted a hand over her shoulder. She pressed her own palm over it.

“Please mom, you promised.”

“Of course dear.” She stepped back as the hairdresser began.

For a moment there was just combing that pulled apart the strands. Just a firm shaky heart and a brush through her hair. Then there was the first cut, then the second, then the third, and before her eyes she started to change.

-

“This is definitely your fault!” The sound of sneakers squeaked against hard tiles as the group dashed around the corner.

“How is it my fault?!” Keys jangled as backpacks bounced from shoulder to shoulder.

“You’re the one who wanted to get seconds!” Multi color blurs scrambled over each other up the stairwell.

“I was hungry! And it was Nobita’s fault for being slow!” Steps the unending lot of them.

“Stop- ha- pulling me- into your fights!” Why are there so many goddamn stairs!

Finally with 5 minutes to spare the clattering ball of energy shoots into the room and disperses to slump at their respective desk panting and wheezing. God he hates Mondays.

“Rough morning you three?” A familiar voice says from above with a glint of humor. And Nobita groans as he pick his head back up.

“Ehh you could say tha-” That’s not what he was expecting.

He tries to come up with something funny but suddenly his brain feels like it’s fallen out of his head as he locks eyes with the person in front of him. It takes him several moments to yank it off the floor and form the semblance of words again.

“Shizuka you… your hair… it’s-” A hand pushed into his face.

“Amazing! It looks great on you Shizuka! A bob brings a refreshing chic vibe no matter what occasion!” Suneo leans over him as he excitedly showers her in compliments.

“Yeah you look like a model!” Jaian comes out from god knows where to form what can best be described as a compliment stack with him squished uncomfortably at the bottom, tongue tied as usual.

“Uh! I think you-” Before he could make another sound however the classroom chatter dissipates as the teacher walks in making groups scatter like rats back to whence they came.

Shizuka right next to him with her open notebook and neatly packed pencil case.

…Now that’s just unfair. Even with Shizuka sitting right there the mood’s all wrong! If he says something now he’ll inevitable screw it up and say she looks like a mop or something. She does not look like a mop. She looks very pretty thank you very much.

Not that she wasn’t pretty before, it’s just…different. Not bad just an unfamiliar change to something he’s used to all his life. But she doesn’t know that! Because someone can’t open his mouth correctly!

Now she hates him. She hates him because he can’t say how cool she looks. Why does it always ends up like this? Go-

“Nobita?” A hand is waving in front of his face.

“Au- yeah?” He snaps out of his daze with a startle.

“You’ve been staring into nothing for the past 20 minutes. I’m pretty sure your eye started to twitch. Are you okay?” Shizuka looked over in concern and Nobita felt himself flush red.

“Uh totally I’m fine! It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” He frantically waved his hands in front of his face.

“Okay…” She turns back to the front and he takes his cue to refocus on whatever lecture the teacher was giving. It’s an average quiet for a while, just like every other day.

“Hey,” Then Shizuka’s talking to him again, which is weird because she never talks in class.

“Have you decided what you’re going to do for the career project,” Ah. That.

“Well…” The project was a whole other beast to be honest. Everyone was busy not with just choosing a career but also researching collages that went with it, how available it was, how much it paid, what pros and cons it brought personal or otherwise. He was just over here trying to figure out how make creating doodads all day seem like a good choice to want.

“A little bit I guess…” He laughed an awkward laugh that stuck to the back of his throat.

“What- what about you? Have you picked one yet?” He rubbed at the back of his neck as he glanced over.

“I have,” There’s a far off tone in her voice, one he can’t pin down.

“Which one?”

“…Try guessing,”

“Uh a pianist” He always remembers how many classes she had after school. All the time he seen her practice till she knows a song by heart. All the after shows as her parents smiled proudly with her at the center.

“No,”

“What about a teacher?” She was always the smartest person he knew. She understood how to explain things in a way he never could.

“Nope,”

“A nurse?” She was kind. But that’s obvious. Shizuka was always kind. She had more heart than anyone. More will to protect, to give, to help than anyone no matter what sways her, no matter how thankless. She’s friends with him for god sake’s.

“No,”

“Then what do you want to be?”

“….A lawyer.”

“Wait really?” The sound leaves his mouth thoughtless as he stares for a long moment.

“Yeah. Really. I want to be a lawyer, I want to go to go to the best law school in Tokyo, I want to branch out on my own.” Her voice sounds louder despite how quiet it was.

“I want to try and make a difference in people’s lives all on my own.” Her hand is carting through the short strands by her ear. It reminds him of something.

It remains him of all the times waiting anxiously as the teachers brought back tests with her hand curled around a hank of hair. All the nights spent on some strange alien planet or stranded millions of years in the past waiting as dangers loomed and chaos threatened to break if they didn’t do things right. All the countless times their own tiny abilities were the only thing to stand against a future of pain.

He doesn’t know what to say. His mouth moves anyways.

“…I think you’d be a great lawyer.”

She doesn’t say anything but her hand stops as she pulls on a strand.

“You’d know all the laws before anyone could even blink. You’d know exactly what to say in the best way possible even. And you’ll never give up on defending someone no matter how hard. You’ll be the best lawyer in history! I’m sure,” His words fall out in an unplanned river. He’s probably flailing himself all over the place but it all feels right say. Especially when Shizuka doesn’t look so sad anymore.

“You really think so?” Her voice feels more confident.

“Of course I think so you’re like the kindest and smartest person I know!” He can’t help the stupid grin on his face.

It’s different from the usual ways they talk but it’s not bad. Far from it.

“Nobita! Can you please come up to the board and solve this question.” The teacher’s voice breaks the air and suddenly he’s back in period one, fumbling his way out of his chair.

“Yes teach!”

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Hey people who actually know is there any information on what Sonnamon’s parents are like?

I want to make headcanons for them but I don’t want to trample over canon too much

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In my hearts of hearts I truly believe (headcannon) that Sonnamon is good at his job, not just that he’s extremely talented.

Unfortunately he’s also the type of extremely unbalanced talented. Like a dnd character who dumped all their points onto one stat and now have a charisma of -2

Exhibit a:

He has by far the best “normal-people” skills of his group. By that I mean cooking, cleaning, mending, general skills that everyone should have at a level way beyond survival. He can find the best deal you’d ever laid your eyes on, and see through counterfeits with ease. I would go as far as to say he enjoys doing these things either as a way to destress or to show his affection.

People skills however? You’d be better off asking a mop.

This man was raised by a castle of insane old men who had no idea how to raise children. He spent 3 or more years of his childhood isolated from society due to circumstance. I’m not even sure he has ever had a casual conversation with anyone his age for the last 9 years.

He constantly shoves his foot in his mouth because he skipped straight over being a teen into being an adult. He’s over rigid and way too intense because most of the relationships he did foster were boss-subordinate. I’m pretty sure if someone said enough slang words at him he would spontaneously combust.

Exhibit b:

If you had to pick someone to do your first aid it would be him by a long shot. Judging by the fact that he was already proficient with the craft when he was 10 it’s not hard to say he got even better after years of continuous training and experience.

He understands more than anyone how much the body can take and how it functions. Knows the quirks and limits of the people around him implicitly simply because he had to treat them once or twice before. Always has equipment on hand regardless of situation.

Personally however? He’s a healthcare trainwreck.

Consistently sleeps 4 hours per night and calls it a “time saving hack”. Genuinely keeps forgetting to tell people he was injured or in pain. Looses track of time and forgets to eat, which is partially responsible for why he snacks so much. Oh and apparently all the rules of rest applies to everyone but him.

Exhibit c:

Contrary to popular belief he’s a really good teammate. Despite a tiny bit of fumbling he gets the job done, and done well. The fact he’s next to one of Zatto’s main teams is proof enough of that.

Honestly he probably follows the code of conduct better than most ninjas. He’s hyper intense in all other aspects of his life, why not this one especially. So no talking, complaints kept to a minimum, and just generally quick on his feet. Overall a very solid ninja.

…That is until you add personal emotions to it.

In that case throw everything I’ve said out the window because for reasons already stated above he is an absolute wreck when it comes to emotions.

I genuinely believe he had a better chance of beating Doi, no matter how slim, if he had no emotional baggage with him. His penchant for self sabotage is seriously concerning. No hand eye coordination, no planning, no technique just balls to the wall insanity at all times.

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Doraemon ficlet named:

A New Look

“Are you sure about this sweetheart?” Her mother asked hesitantly as the hairdresser preped his tools.

“Yeah I’m sure mom. I really want this one.” She pointed at one of the tiny portraits that lined the magazine. There’s been nothing else she’s been so sure about.

“It’s just… your hair has always been so pretty dear it’d be a waste.” Her mother ghosted a hand over her shoulder. She pressed her own palm over it.

“Please mom, you promised.”

“Of course dear.” She stepped back as the hairdresser began.

For a moment there was just combing that pulled apart the strands. Just a firm shaky heart and a brush through her hair. Then there was the first cut, then the second, then the third, and before her eyes she started to change.

-

“This is definitely your fault!” The sound of sneakers squeaked against hard tiles as the group dashed around the corner.

“How is it my fault?!” Keys jangled as backpacks bounced from shoulder to shoulder.

“You’re the one who wanted to get seconds!” Multi color blurs scrambled over each other up the stairwell.

“I was hungry! And it was Nobita’s fault for being slow!” Steps the unending lot of them.

“Stop- ha- pulling me- into your fights!” Why are there so many goddamn stairs!

Finally with 5 minutes to spare the clattering ball of energy shoots into the room and disperses to slump at their respective desk panting and wheezing. God he hates Mondays.

“Rough morning you three?” A familiar voice says from above with a glint of humor. And Nobita groans as he pick his head back up.

“Ehh you could say tha-” That’s not what he was expecting.

He tries to come up with something funny but suddenly his brain feels like it’s fallen out of his head as he locks eyes with the person in front of him. It takes him several moments to yank it off the floor and form the semblance of words again.

“Shizuka you… your hair… it’s-” A hand pushed into his face.

“Amazing! It looks great on you Shizuka! A bob brings a refreshing chic vibe no matter what occasion!” Suneo leans over him as he excitedly showers her in compliments.

“Yeah you look like a model!” Jaian comes out from god knows where to form what can best be described as a compliment stack with him squished uncomfortably at the bottom, tongue tied as usual.

“Uh! I think you-” Before he could make another sound however the classroom chatter dissipates as the teacher walks in making groups scatter like rats back to whence they came.

Shizuka right next to him with her open notebook and neatly packed pencil case.

…Now that’s just unfair. Even with Shizuka sitting right there the mood’s all wrong! If he says something now he’ll inevitable screw it up and say she looks like a mop or something. She does not look like a mop. She looks very pretty thank you very much.

Not that she wasn’t pretty before, it’s just…different. Not bad just an unfamiliar change to something he’s used to all his life. But she doesn’t know that! Because someone can’t open his mouth correctly!

Now she hates him. She hates him because he can’t say how cool she looks. Why does it always ends up like this? Go-

“Nobita?” A hand is waving in front of his face.

“Au- yeah?” He snaps out of his daze with a startle.

“You’ve been staring into nothing for the past 20 minutes. I’m pretty sure your eye started to twitch. Are you okay?” Shizuka looked over in concern and Nobita felt himself flush red.

“Uh totally I’m fine! It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” He frantically waved his hands in front of his face.

“Okay…” She turns back to the front and he takes his cue to refocus on whatever lecture the teacher was giving. It’s an average quiet for a while, just like every other day.

“Hey,” Then Shizuka’s talking to him again, which is weird because she never talks in class.

“Have you decided what you’re going to do for the career project,” Ah. That.

“Well…” The project was a whole other beast to be honest. Everyone was busy not with just choosing a career but also researching collages that went with it, how available it was, how much it paid, what pros and cons it brought personal or otherwise. He was just over here trying to figure out how make creating doodads all day seem like a good choice to want.

“A little bit I guess…” He laughed an awkward laugh that stuck to the back of his throat.

“What- what about you? Have you picked one yet?” He rubbed at the back of his neck as he glanced over.

“I have,” There’s a far off tone in her voice, one he can’t pin down.

“Which one?”

“…Try guessing,”

“Uh a pianist” He always remembers how many classes she had after school. All the time he seen her practice till she knows a song by heart. All the after shows as her parents smiled proudly with her at the center.

“No,”

“What about a teacher?” She was always the smartest person he knew. She understood how to explain things in a way he never could.

“Nope,”

“A nurse?” She was kind. But that’s obvious. Shizuka was always kind. She had more heart than anyone. More will to protect, to give, to help than anyone no matter what sways her, no matter how thankless. She’s friends with him for god sake’s.

“No,”

“Then what do you want to be?”

“….A lawyer.”

“Wait really?” The sound leaves his mouth thoughtless as he stares for a long moment.

“Yeah. Really. I want to be a lawyer, I want to go to go to the best law school in Tokyo, I want to branch out on my own.” Her voice sounds louder despite how quiet it was.

“I want to try and make a difference in people’s lives all on my own.” Her hand is carting through the short strands by her ear. It reminds him of something.

It remains him of all the times waiting anxiously as the teachers brought back tests with her hand curled around a hank of hair. All the nights spent on some strange alien planet or stranded millions of years in the past waiting as dangers loomed and chaos threatened to break if they didn’t do things right. All the countless times their own tiny abilities were the only thing to stand against a future of pain.

He doesn’t know what to say. His mouth moves anyways.

“…I think you’d be a great lawyer.”

She doesn’t say anything but her hand stops as she pulls on a strand.

“You’d know all the laws before anyone could even blink. You’d know exactly what to say in the best way possible even. And you’ll never give up on defending someone no matter how hard. You’ll be the best lawyer in history! I’m sure,” His words fall out in an unplanned river. He’s probably flailing himself all over the place but it all feels right say. Especially when Shizuka doesn’t look so sad anymore.

“You really think so?” Her voice feels more confident.

“Of course I think so you’re like the kindest and smartest person I know!” He can’t help the stupid grin on his face.

It’s different from the usual ways they talk but it’s not bad. Far from it.

“Nobita! Can you please come up to the board and solve this question.” The teacher’s voice breaks the air and suddenly he’s back in period one, fumbling his way out of his chair.

“Yes teach!”

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Episode 24-23 名もない忍者の段

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The funny thing about Sonnamon’s backstory is that it’s probably true.

He really doesn’t seem like the type of person to lie about something just to make himself look better. Not to mention that Zatto is someone he hugely respects, he’s not gonna lie about something like that. There’s also the hyper-specificness of it, a normal person would say something simpler instead he took care of him for 3 years, because he saved him and his father, from a raging fire so he is forever indebted.

(There also the obvious bandages but I digress)

So now that there’s a definite element of truth to it there are two options

One being that Sonnamon is misremembering. A ten year old’s memory is spotty enough a ten year old experiencing the worst year of his young life even more so. In this case maybe the bulk of the medical work was done by actual professionals that the castle would have had while he was more emotional support than anything

The more interesting (and funny) option is that Sonnamon was Zatto’s main caretaker because that means that a literal 10 year old is better at healthcare than a castle full of trained ninjas

It’s also a great plot device like how come a castle is that unprepared for an emergency that it has to rely on a child. How does Sonnamon know so much knowledge about medicine at such a young age. How did he even get the castle in the first place as I remember we don’t know if his dad was a ninja or just some random unlucky guy

Depending on how you interpret his backstory the relationship between him and others can change drastically

Being there for someone while they’re going through a medical emergency and being the sole reason they are alive are very different things

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My latest art🥰 It's smol Zonnamon!! I'm kinda new to tumblr,, so nice to meet you all whoever see this post!! Maybe I'll use this account as my art log...?

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Getting into a new fandom is fun because you have this whole cast of interesting characters to choose from right?

There’s the main character that’s right up your alley with a goodness in his heart and trauma in his past, with the added bonus of a prime found family dynamic sitting right there

Then there’s the protagonist’s team made of so many intriguing individuals and interpersonal relationships, equipped with their own tensions and quirks to explore and over analyse

If that’s not your cup of tea there’s a perfectly good antagonist(maybe?) with a rad design and questionable motives to add funky humor and positivity messed up hypothetical scenarios to your life

Out of all of them who do you choose?

The most side character side character who has ever side character whose entire existence is to be a gag that the main character defeats effortlessly.

Goddamn my stupid baka life

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ITS MIKKA :DDD

My Mikka design with all my head cannons for the au

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My VERY headcannony Doraemon au design for future Nobita

See him face :)

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Hey does anyone know why adult Nobita doesn’t have glasses?????

I understand a lot of why adult Nobita looks the way he does, he has a mix of his mom and dad’s hairstyle, his mom’s nose, his dad’s body type but why the glasses?

He still had his glasses as a young adult and even during his wedding but afterwards they’re just gone

Did parenthood take his glasses?????

Like-

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Has anyone written crack crossover fanfiction for Doraemon yet?

Would anyone like to read some :DDD

Because I made my first fic!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63330862/chapters/162242344

It’s basically what if I took the doraemon universe and threw it head first against cartoon-ifed DC. Resulting in a mod podge of morals, cartoon logic, and surprisingly dark world building.

Following our characters as they deal with a Nobita shaped headache. While Nobita himself is currently preoccupied with trying to not stave to death, and ultimately getting home.

The story is very headcannony and still very incomplete but I’m working on it :)

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It’s strangely funny how fast Runt and Breeze decided they were best friends now

Like imagine you’re a village going about your day and you randomly hear the neighbour’s kid lamenting about a weird girl following him with such energy in his voice you kinda just go ‘damn, sorry kid’

Then you forget because you are a busy person with carrots to plant and chickens to feed.

A long while later you wake up at the crack of dawn because you need the emeralds to put food on the table.

It’s been a long long year (it’s been a month). Your feet are perpetually cold because some guy stole your carpets and you haven’t had time to replace them between seeing literal god and being invaded (again). You’re just honestly hoping for one boring day at this point.

You open the door only to see someone at your neighbours window and logically you panic because ‘Oh no oh no my neighbour is being broken into what do I do-’

Then the window just swings open as that same boy joyful says the name of the person you were pretty sure was staking him, before jumping out the window casually into her arms and taking off down the road, giggling all the way…

You close the door and go back to bed.

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My Delta design(s) :D



I like to think that because of how often Delta is compared to the Sun her dungeon form should be very celestial like (and more that mildly Eldridge)