#challenge 02

[bloomingkyras]

new chapters 😜

*long story but i cut it short. the save file end up with infinite loading screen, after I remove some of the broken CC. So yeah, time skip. But she still gonna go globetrotter while in Uni. YA intro coming next.

[toyota-supra]

wasn't me

[crossingthedreams]

countdown — marcus acacius x f!reader

a/n: don't we just love it when pedro pascal exists? i'm a little late to my entry on @angstober day 02 — countdown, but here it is! it's not as angsty as it had originally played out in my mind, however, I do enjoy the general undertone of constant dread (aka my life).

word count: 586

warnings: (light) angst. thoughts of death. separation.

Just a little over five months ago, your husband left.

If only he had left willingly, both your hearts would ache less. Once more, he had been called upon by the Emperor to defend Rome against the barbarians. Defending your homeland t was a noble task, but, to you, a talent in killing would never be a virtue. 

Unlike most, you didn’t see the General when Marcus Acacius walked into a room. From the very first time you two met, in a darkened evening, it had been natural to see the best in each other. You had had a little too much wine that night, and the first words the infamous General Marcus Acacius ever heard his future wife say were, “Which of the gods do you reckon would be best in bed, General?”.

His eyes widened, as most daughters of traditional men such as yourself were not so blatant and forward in sexual matters. The ones that were, just weren’t entertaining to him, who was more introspective and enjoyed wondering than most warriors. But there, sitting between wives of his trusted war companions and maidens, was the woman who made him feel pleasantly surprised for the first time in a decade. 

He had no need for a wife, no need for someone else to lose. He had no wish to be a burden, to be a grave someone would cry over. His name was not for mourning, but for glory, and he knew from a young age his legacy would be in the wars fought and not children raised. He was familiar with pain, not that much with joy.

But the next words you uttered made him sure he had to have you as his. 

“Female… or not”. 

Marcus married you within a fortnight. Most days were a mixture of laying in white sheets and drinking red wine, others required more formal attires. Life was, for the first time in forever, good, and not a constant countdown until the next inconvenience, or the next battle. That is, until he was summoned once more. 

The pain of seeing a loved one leave without knowing if they’d ever be seen again was too much to bear for some people. The only thing greater than pain, greater than fear, was love. And the love Marcus Acacius and his wife shared was strong, even if it was new to this world. 

You counted the days, counted the space between the two of you. You knew the both of you were counting the days to be reunited. Five, four, three, two. But would the one come for both of you? With a hand laying in your swollen belly, remembering all those horrible stories about childbirth, you weren’t sure. 

General Marcus Acacius knew some people were born for greatness, while most were born for an ordinary life. He thought he was part of that first group, but he found there was a third category: those born for tragedy. 

Love was there first, and that made the tragedies to come all that more painful. 

In the battlefield, a man brought his hand to his chest. What once had been a call for Rome, was now a call for you. He fought for you. And, in the back of his mind, praying to the same gods you had brought to his attention on the first night you met, Marcus started to countdown to the day he could finally part ways with the hardships of battle, so he would see and hold you again. 

[thesimselfsworld]

Collaboration with @lvrpeonii-02: "Create my Sim in Your Simstyle" Challenge ft. her angel sim HANIEL

We randomly decided yesterday that we wanted to do a Sims challenge of sorts, so I recreated her sim Haniel in Create A Sim, while she recreated my boy Ashe (Which is why I randomly posted him earlier). I think I did a pretty good job, although my version of Haniel doesn't exude that otherly worldly, handsome, chiseled Greek God look. He more or less looks like a normal guy LOL

[acrowwithakeyboard]

I cannot stress enough the scream I scrempt

I just want ONE trip through Falkreath without something (dragons) dropping from the godsdamned canopies

[seventeenlovesthree]

Digimon Writing Challenge - Mix and Match: Takeru + Gabumon + Light

[Yamato] [Takeru] [Hikari] [Sora] [Taichi] [Koushirou] [Mimi] [Jyou]

Summary: Takeru has committed himself to the task of getting his brother's lost Digimon partner back. But the course of events doesn't go as planned and the growing despair within him causes him to end up at an all too familiar place... [1st part to: Hikari]

Word count: 675

TW: Declining mental health, spoilers for "The Beginning", read at own risk!

„Not fair…“

The sound of waves breaking at the shore was quiet, weirdly distanced.

“It’s not fair…”

It was as if a tin wall was standing between him and the outside world, blocking him, muffling all noise.

“Not fair, not fair, not fair…!”

The outside world… Waves…

Takeru had never been here on his own account before. He dreaded it, despised it with every fiber of his being. Always had, always would.

And yet…

“Why did this have to happen…?!”

He tightly gripped the phone in his hand. He wasn’t even sure if it had been the reason that the gate had opened. Or if he had opened it himself. By sheer will. Or rather – sheer despair.

He had been looking for a clue, anything. Together with Koushirou, Miyako, Ken… There had to have been a reason, a cure, a sign.

They had promised each other to meet again. To always stay together.

He still saw their eyes. Taichi’s gloomy expression. Patamon’s teary glance.

Separated, always separated, never meant to be together…

‘It will be okay, Takeru! We will bring them back!’, Patamon had chimed through the tears.

Months had passed.

His brother still mourned quietly. By himself. All alone.

Like it had been before, years ago, all these years…

“Why does it have to repeat itself again and again…?!”, Takeru screamed towards the Dark Ocean as the foam of the wave licked at his feet.

He had been happy, hadn’t he? He still had his friends. His own partner. Whereas Yamato had nothing left.

Why couldn’t he make his brother smile? Why couldn’t they grow closer again? Why did he have to suffer, lose Gabumon, every possible link…?

“I couldn’t even call him before it happened…”

He still saw the golden particles whenever he closed his eyes. He saw it vanishing again and again and again.

They only glimpse of hope he had left, all in vain…

“Is this my punishment…?”, he pressed through gritted teeth, grinning bitterly, glaring at the darkness around him. “For trying so hard to find Gabumon for my brother…? For wanting my family to get back together…?!”

They had theorized about it. Maybe the Digimon had just ended up in a different world. Maybe if they had found a way to hop through the gates…

Now they didn’t have any digivice to reconnect anymore.

That was when the darkness, the frustration, the fear had swallowed him whole. Leaving Patamon, everyone behind. With no way of turning back. Sinking deeper and deeper, swallowed by the sand, the water, forcing his eyes to shut, drowning in his own thoughts…

If only he hadn’t let it overwhelm him, if only he had remained as positive as Daisuke; he had known how to encourage Rui to renew his partnership after all…

“Taichi-san… I’m so sorry…”

If only he had maintained his own childlike wonder, never fearing the threat of death and decay…

“Patamon… Please don’t leave me too…”

If only he knew how to turn the guilt and anger into something greater, something… Lighter.

“Nii-san… This cannot be the end… I won’t let it happen again…”

He couldn’t see anything as he sank even deeper, he just felt something swell inside of his chest – and something else poking into his side.

“Ts-… Tsunomon…?!”

His eyes snapped back open – was this a miracle? In the middle of hopelessness? How was this possible, was he dreaming, hallucinating? Had his wishes actually manifested as he had crossed a forbidden border, not ready to give in, unwilling to sacrifice everything they had worked for?

Without really feeling his limbs, Takeru tried to pull the small Digimon in closer, cradling its unconscious body against his own as much as he could.

He wouldn’t let go again, he wouldn’t lose, even if the tears were stinging in his eyes, even if the rest of his body – despite his heart hammering against his ribcage – felt completely numb…

“Hi-… Hikari-chan…”

There was a light and he would hold onto it, no matter at what cost. A warm, familiar light…

“… Takeru-kun!!!”

tbc...

[kikitrait]

[noixdraw]

Mimato Colors

Day 3: Blue 💙

Matt juega fútbol y su novia Mimi siempre lo apoya ✨

#太刀川ミミ #石田ヤマト #mimitachikawa #yamatoishida #mimato #yamamimi #야마미��� #digimonadventuretri #digimonadventure #digimonkizuna #MattxMimi #MattIshida #digimonreboot #mimatochallenge #Digimon #Mimi #Yamato #fanart #YamatoxMimi #anime #digimonadventure #digimontri #mimatocolors

[gaymer-hag-stan]

On the 19th of December, twenty two years ago, The King of Fighters 2002: Challenge to Ultimate Battle was released for the NEO GEO.

The King of Fighters 2002: Challenge to Ultimate Battle serves as a "Dream Match" title, featuring characters from previous entries without a storyline, allowing fans to enjoy battles with iconic fighters from the series' history. The game boasts a revamped 3-on-3 team battle system, fluid gameplay, and a diverse roster of over 40 characters, making it a fan-favorite entry in the KOF franchise. Known for its fast-paced action and strategic depth, it remains a beloved installment in the series.

[bloomingkyras]

It's Officially End for Gen 2 💜

Aspiration: Master Chef ✔

Traits: Ambitious, roll/pick the rest. Buy the Stoves and Grills Master reward trait.✔

Skills: Cooking and Gourmet Cooking. At least level 4 in Mixology. Any required skills from career.✔

Reach level 10 in the Culinary career (Chef branch), OR open a restaurant (achieve 3-star restaurant), OR become a freelance chef (mod).✔

You must achieve at least a 3-star celebrity level, after all, you are a celebrity chef.✔

Have a "controversial" relationship. Either date/marry a fellow celebrity (maybe they have a bad rep?), get into a relationship with someone who works for you at your restaurant, you decide! Be creative with it.✔

Throw at least 5 dinner parties throughout your life. ✔

Create your chef's dream kitchen in your home. Your sim needs a beautiful place to cook! ✔

I want to say big thanks to gemma @d4isywhims for creating the most attractive man, Noah Chandler for me and his roll in this gen.💜

And a bit of post update regarding Gen3. I'm gonna scrape everything that I already done before this post up, cause I feel like something is missing. So, the post might take a while to live. thanks everyone whi love this family and hope to continue with the next2 gen 💜

[toyota-supra]

racing was just different back then.

[pkmn-bw-defender]

Ash meeting Iris!!! 🙌💗 I love them so much

[emzycore]

(Old) digimon art!!! Most of these are from August through november(ish) of last year, I still like these a lot teehee

[allat0u]

THE GAME IS SOON

Join the server to play the game it’ll be starting in a bit!

[seventeenlovesthree]

Digimon Writing Challenge - Mix and Match: Sora + Tailmon + Hope

[Yamato] [Takeru] [Hikari] [Sora] [Taichi] [Koushirou] [Mimi] [Jyou]

Summary: The 02 group is gathering as many Chosen Children to join their battle against the giant Digiegg in the sky. Tailmon chooses to pay Sora a visit, hoping to convince her to come back as well. [SPOILERS FOR "THE BEGINNING". Inspired by the "What if...?" Post-The Beginning drama about a certain "fanfiction" thought up by Takeru, Hikari, Patamon - and Tailmon...)

Word count: 662

„Sora!“

On a day like this, with the sky being engulfed by darkness, permeated by streaks of menacing gold, the Takenouchi flower arrangement school was the last place Tailmon would have seen herself ending up at. And judging by her startled expression, Sora Takenouchi probably had not expected to get a visitor like this either.

„Tailmon…? What are you doing here?”

Her phone still in hand, Sora simply stared at Hikari’s Digimon partner who had just jumped through the window of her room.

“We’ve decided to split up to get as many of you contacted as quickly as possible to join the fight,” the white cat elaborated urgently, “so Aquilamon dropped me here and…”

She stopped herself in her tracks, now actually looking at the girl, no, the adult woman in front of her. A saddened grimace forming on her face. She had been one of the first whose partnerships had vanished. Many, many people may end up having to face a similar fate if they proceeded the way they did. Nevertheless, Tailmon felt a surge of oddly familiar pain rising in her chest while facing Sora directly.

“… For how long do you intend to keep doing this?”

“Eh?”

A glance at the phone in Sora’s hand – and at the tears shimmering in her eyes – was enough for the Digimon to tell that she had probably been unable to prevent herself from noticing the wave of messages that must have been coming in for hours.

“You got Hikari’s message, didn’t you? You surely read all of these messages in the past, isn’t that so? And yet… You keep choosing to stay away from everyone still, even after all this time?”

Sora flinched, shaking her head quickly.

“It’s just that… It wouldn’t be feasible for me to join the fighting right now…”

Instinctively, Tailmon returned the head shaking.

“I know it’s not easy for you! We all know that!”

With a Digivice made of stone, the partnership still not reactivated, it didn’t make sense for her to actively participate. But Tailmon had seen miracles happen just by having the whole group united. The light of hope in everyone was strong enough to always succeed after all! As long as nobody was left behind…

“… But is staying away forever really what you think is right for you, Sora? Things have changed… You have changed, even physically…”

For as long as she could remember, Hikari’s hair had always been shorter than Sora’s. Now that her own partner had started to let her hair grow, usually putting it in a messy ponytail, Sora’s pixie-cut seemed even shorter to her. As if she had chosen to cut more parts of her past away.

“It’s the fate of every being, especially for you humans, but… Knowing from personal experience, staying by yourself can just be incredibly lonely and… Stagnating.”

This time, she could see a gentle smile form on Sora’s lips.

“Is that why you came here specifically, not Hikari-chan?”

With these words, the young woman stood up from her chair and knelt down in front of Tailmon. She seemed much more graceful, so much more mature than in her memory…

“Thank you, Tailmon, but… I want to believe in everyone to find the right path for themselves, do you understand? I want to have hope that… Right now, this is still the correct path for me. As it is for Hikari-chan and everyone to take part in the battles for as long as you all can. It doesn’t mean that it will stay this way for the rest of my life and… I’d lie if I said that I didn’t miss everyone badly, but… For now, this is all I can do. And all that Hikari-chan can do herself, because she is brave and strong and whatever may happen, it’ll be alright. So please tell her that I believe in her… And that she should keep following her own path as well. For me, okay?”

[paperclan-clangen]

MOON 02