i totally forgot to even mention that i read through all of digimon next, i think bfhjsdbfjhsdbfs
i mean i also didn't mention reading through all of v-tamer but i feel much less negatively about v-tamer than i did about digimon next
i can go into more detail if people want i guess but at the end of the day i think you're gonna need to go into next with more critical thinking pants than v-tamer (which i would argue requires maybe only critical thinking shorts), and that has to do in main part with two very large parts of their plot.
this is gonna be long (but i mean, that's what you come to this blog for lol), and, unfortunately, i have a lot of not-so-fun gripes with digimon next.
characters with disability (and how that disability is portrayed or discussed)
train kid yuu's disability is functionally cured in the digital world, and a large part of his arc has to do with him getting the courage to have heart surgery. i don't think this was handled with the kind of nuance that could have made him more interesting to me, especially with yuu calling himself a "weakling" at one point (internalized ableism is a thing, but i don't think it was written well with yuu).
folks familiar with v-tamer might ask me what i think about rei, and i feel similarly that it's a little weird to have a disabled character lose their disability in the digital world. however, i at least like that rei seemed to acknowledge it beyond mentioning surgery to get rid of it, and multiple times it was mentioned that despite being able to use her legs, she had no feeling at all in them while in the digital world.
neither of these portrayals are particularly good pieces of representation, and signify to me that the authors really didn't know how to fit someone with disabilities into their story without it being for the purpose of angst.
barbamon
barbamon just. is a whole essay i don't want to write at the moment because of how extremely antis*mitic its design is. if you don't know what i mean, look at barbamon's mask. guess what? look at barbamon's concept art, too. that huge nose is a mask in the final design, but the fact that at one point the demon lord of greed was considered to have that be its actual nose is uhhhh.
bandai what can i say but yiiiikes.
digimon next had an uphill battle the entire time almost entirely thanks to picking barbamon as its antagonist. when you use an antis*mitic caricature as your antagonist, it's going to be really hard not to pull on antis*mitic tropes, too! or at least, that's what it really felt like with next, considering barbamon's whole plan is literally some great r*placement theory "kill all non-aligned digimon and control birth itself" bullshit.
while destroying/conquering the digital world is textbook digimon antagonist bullshit (every series has one), the elements and aesthetic of barbamon in next particularly bothered me because they really do not reflect well when paired together.
i'll remind you too that barbamon in next has a notably militaristic army in "the commandments." this also isn't foreign in digimon--- a few years after next, we would see troopmon in bagramon's army, as an example. but like, again, one of these antagonist leader digimon is a caricature.
i am assigning homework for anyone who read(s) next, and that is some literature on antis*mitism and what it looks like in media.
"sky, if you hated next so much, why are you posting about it?"
first off: because it's my blog and i can, lol
second off: because i wanted that sweet sweet yggy lore
as much as i have my issues with digimon next, i think it introduced some very fun tools that could be built upon. yggdrasil, and the fact it just sent its girlsona to the human world because it was worried humans didn't like digimon enough? EXTREMELY funny on paper, yes, but also a fascinating idea!
in next, we see that yggy is able to detach its consciousness from its core, and i think it would be fun to see that explored further. what if, instead of someone external taking control of the core, we see something similar to, say, a split (yes i'm bringing plurality into this). that's to say, yggy mitosises off its girlsona or something, cloning its consciousness to assess the situation beyond its core's reach. yggy core and yggysona, however, are split up because yggysona needs to go collect data. what if there was conflict between yggy core and yggysona because the data retrieved just doesn't make sense with the data yggy core started with?
furthermore, we see some interesting ideas with yggy's kernel, where it's guarded by a magnaangemon (who we see both fall and quite easily reclaim their status as magnaangemon). the implications of this are that yggy can sometimes be the god that angel digimon serve, and that it is possible for fallen angel digimon to become unfallen.
and then next drops NEO on us, calls it "a power beyond yggy" AND REFUSES TO ELABORATE? NO, GET THE FUCK BACK HERE, WHAT DO YOU MEAN GOD IS MADE OUT OF THE COLLECTED MEMORIES OF DIGIMON SPECIES? that's such a cool concept to me (and i am also a sucker for chimera characters, so uhhh), especially read with a metaphorical lens. like. the idea of god being our experiences has endless thematic storytelling potential in a series that is all about its characters Having Emotional Experiences.
anyways uh
digimon next, huh?
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Hello! Are you still writing hcs?
Graves with a spouse(writing this as a husband for him myself 🥰) who loves sewing and knitting, or some something amongst 'cozy hobbies' like embroidery, reading, poetry or baking. Just wondering How a relationship would be between them or how Graves would act.
Your writing is very lovely btw! I fell in love with it, very beautiful!
Hello! I am still writing HCs, it'll probably be a little bit longer until I take a proper break! That was a really cute request, I liked that one! Domestic and sweet stuff like that is always the best, so thank you for bestowing a request like that upon me! (❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡
Graves with a Spouse with Cozy Hobbies
As mentioned already, Graves loves feeling like the big, strong, useful man in the relationship, so he’d absolutely love you even more if you have “soft and cozy” hobbies like the ones you mentioned. While he is very much a talker, something like knitting can be done while holding a conversation, so he’ll definitely talk to you as you work on your next project. He thinks it’s really awesome, the way your hands move so quickly to create something like a sweater, a scarf, or even a plushie. You don’t really look at him, way too absorbed in your project and not wanting to make even a single mistake, but you still spend time with him. It’s ideal, he can tell you the newest, juiciest gossip among his Shadows while you make him the coziest sweater he’s ever seen. Lets you measure him, if you need and want to, because he really wants that sweater. You wanna put a cute little motif, like a cup of coffee on it as well? He’ll fall in love even more than before.
But even when he’s tired, he wants to spend his time with you. Instead of talking, he’ll lean against you and watch you crochet a bit before nodding off ever so slowly. It’s nice, it’s repetitive, for the most part, and it’s also quiet. By the time he wakes up he gets to see more of your beautiful creation, so that’s a big plus. And when he isn’t dozing off against you, he’s more than happy to hold your yarn and make it a bit longer when you need it. There’s something magical about watching you crochet. He had to crochet in elementary school, but, since he didn’t want to sit down for something like that, he wasn’t very good at it. His strengths always lied elsewhere, so it’s fascinating to him that you can sit in the same position for hours on end, barely moving, and still having fun. The only time he has to do that is when he’s filing reports, and afterwards he needs something to take his mind off of those.
Graves, every time he’s about to go out without you, will always ask you if you need anything from the arts and crafts stores, willing to buy you the loveliest fleece for felting if you ask him for it. Hell, if you want to sell your plushies, or your creations in general, he’s probably the best man to have on your side. Especially when it comes to plushies. Some of his Shadows have families with children, so he knows some of them would love your creations. Might sometimes ask you if you could knit or crochet a baby wooly hat for one of them, if you have the time, since his Shadows know you can be trusted with a task like that. You will always be reimbursed, either by his Shadows or by Graves himself. Sometimes he does like to gift his Shadows something you made and pretend they bought it. You’ll always get your money, but it might sometimes be out of Graves’ pocket.
He definitely likes the domesticity of it. He can go about his day, certain you won’t get hurt, unless you’re sewing or embroidering. But he’d never stop you from pursuing a craft like that. In fact, he’ll actively encourage you, always asking about your projects and wanting to know if he can help you in any way. He wants to see your embroidery, your crocheting, your sewing, as well, so he might gently pick it up from time to time, view it from every angle and give you feedback a la Graves, praising you like only he could.
When you’re a baker you can be sure he’ll taste test your stuff every single time. He has a bit of a sweet tooth, not too much, but he loves you, so he’s willing to eat everything you make. If you’re up making cookies, then he’ll help you by either buying you the best, most reliable hand mixer he can find, or by stirring the dough himself so your arms won’t get too tired. This he does under the condition that he gets to be the first person to try your cookies, your cake, your cobbler. He may not be the worst baker, but he can still learn a lot from you. That he does with all the love in the world, looking at you with an adoring expression as you put the baked goods in the oven, waiting for them to finish. Always has a big smile on his face when he watches you be this content with your life. While you wait for it to properly bake, he’d sometimes ask you to play card games with him. Always lets you win on purpose during those times since you always look so happy when you win. Afterwards he rewards you with a kiss.
While he may be everything but a fan of poetry, he can respect you being one. Will listen to everything you have to say about them, from your analyses to you reading one out loud. If you have a few poets you like especially well then Graves will bend his back trying to find beautiful anthologies of their works. Maybe some books with a few gold engravings that would look well on a shelf. He wants you to know that, despite him not being interested, he still supports you. While you’re reading a book, he might sneak up on you, startle you and then take you into his arms, trying to get you comfortable so you can continue to read. Might glance at your book from time to time to get a feeling for what you’re reading. If it’s something especially cheesy he might chuckle a bit and call you out on being a hopeless romantic, giving you a kiss to your nose afterwards.
Overall, he likes it. It’s nice, not having to worry about you going god knows where and ending up injured. Besides, he always has something nice to come home to, whether that be some beautiful embroidery of violets or a Sachertorte you made from scratch. Will always praise you for doing well, will always make sure you have the means to keep creating, baking and reading. Does his best to keep it that way as well, you’re his precious little darlin’ and you deserve the world and so much more in his eyes.
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just read the epilogue for the couple down the street- love the fic so much, definitely going down as one of my favorites ever. a prompt for in that universe- if you think Dan and Herbert stick around- a teenage Piper? who barges into their house without knocking and complains to Herbert about her stupid teachers while they experiment on a dead body? really adore your writing
"Dr. Weeeest!"
The yell rang through the house, all the way down to the lab, rattling in Herbert's ears. He cringed against the onslaught but didn't get up to investigate. The years had told him what to expect by now, so he remained seated, threading his needle. A moment later footsteps thundered overhead and down the stairs until that someone jumped down the last few steps to land with a hard slap of sneakers against cement on the basement floor.
"Dr. West!" Piper exclaimed again, throwing her backpack down. "You won't believe the day I've had."
"Is it to do with that Brett boy again?" Herbert grumbled, peering through the microscope at the tissue sample of their newest cadaver. "I thought he got the message when you accidentally spilled a crate of dead frogs on him."
"Ugh, no, nothing about him. That was an accident though!" she insisted, slipping her jacket off and pulling a fresh set of scrubs over her t-shirt. She prattled on as she put on all her PPE- gloves, safety goggles, and tying her hair back. "So, I was in English today when Cindy- You remember Cindy?"
"No," Herbert said, adjusting the microscope.
Piper went on as though he hadn't spoken. "Well, Cindy comes up to me and is like, 'Did you cheat off my test?' And I was like, 'Um, no. I actually want to pass this class.' And then she gets all pissed at me! Like she didn't start it by accusing me of copying her- which I never would, by the way."
She came around to stand on the other side of the worktable, finally pausing in her tirade long enough to take a breath. Herbert looked up from his microscope to watch her go about setting up the tools. At just shy of sixteen she looked the ideal image of a girl; lively, pretty, and blonde. One might think she spent her afternoons going to the mall with friends or being taken out on dates by infatuated boys. Little did they know she preferred to spend her time elbow-deep in the guts of corpses.
She had mettle, that girl.
"Fascinating," Herbert droned. "Meet our new subject, by the way." He gestured down to the body laid out on the table. "Lewis Cranston, age thirty-five. Admitted two days ago complaining of pain in the lower abdomen. He died on the operating table when he had an allergic reaction to the anesthetic."
"Ouch," Piper said, pursing her lips. "That's a bummer."
"Major bummer," Herbert agreed. "For him, that is. Advantageous for us. Now, tell me: what's the first step?"
"Finding the cause of death," Piper replied instantly.
Herbert hummed and tapped the microscope. "Yes, but we already know the cause of death: allergic reaction. So, what's next?"
Piper glanced down at the body then back up at him, her eyes alight. "We find out what was ailing him in the first place."
"Correct," Herbert said approvingly and she beamed. "Which means?"
"Autopsy!" she said gleefully, clapping her hands.
"That's right."
"Where's Dr. Cain?" she asked suddenly, looking around as though expecting to see Dan hiding behind some boxes.
"Out on a sandwich run," Herbert explained. "I'm sure he won't mind if we start without him."
"You always say that, and he always gets mad," Piper replied, eyebrows raised.
"Well, then it's got to be true eventually, doesn't it?" Herbert reasoned.
Piper looked doubtful but didn't argue further as Herbert set up the camera on the tripod. She, like him, could never resist when there was work to be done. He liked that about her, even if she was noisy.
"Let's get to it then," he said, picking up his scalpel.
Piper nodded enthusiastically. "Okay!"
Just as Piper predicted, Dan was not pleased when he came home to find Herbert instructing Piper on how to perform a Y incision. The fact that she'd managed a remarkably clean cut did not seem to calm Dan in the slightest.
"-completely irresponsible!" he ranted at the both of them as they sat, cowed, before him. He turned on Herbert, looking furious. "You haven't created a sterlised environment. Neither of you are wearing your hair nets."
"But it itches," Piper whined, and Herbert internally agreed.
"Shush," Dan commanded, pointing a finger at her. "For all your mom knows, you're over here helping us with chores. She wouldn't be too pleased if I told her you'd been up to no good."
Piper sighed, her shoulders sagging with defeat. "Sorry."
Dan aimed a glare at Herbert, and he rolled his eyes but mumbled, "Sorry," too.
"Hmph." Dan crossed his arms over his chest and observed them both with a keen eye. "Don't expect any more sandwiches from me if you keep trying to do autopsies behind my back."
"I promise not to do any more autopsies behind your back," Piper vowed sullenly.
Herbert was more concerned with the first part of his sentence. "What sandwich did you get me?"
Dan looked annoyed but replied anyway. "Ham, gherkin and mustard."
Herbert sat up with interest while Piper made a face. All in all, it wasn't an unsuccessful afternoon.
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