#digi says words

[starry-bi-sky]

Danyal Phantom Doodles uhhh i’ve got a handful of Danyal Al Ghul drawings that I like enough to share.

[digirainebow]

ahhhh finally full apollo justice port <3

[kideternity]

Okay decided I hate playing Digimon survive. We're beginning the frontiers watchthrough. They really just throw you into this thing, huh

[digipigichopshop]

Twisted, Chapter 1 (feat. Miyeon of (G)I-DLE)

A/N: Oh look! Digi’s not dead! 

This is part 1 of a multi-part series that I’m tearing out of my DM drafts and posting as an actual story. 

I’ve split it up because (1) I’m too busy to write much and (2) I feel like this is much too overdue at this rate.

Thanks so much for sticking around and hopefully I’ll see y’all again somewhere in the next month or so!

2868 words

Tags/TW: Minor Degradation, Foot Fetish

Thanks to @sooyadelicacies​ and @midnightdancingsol​ for editing and ideation

Nothing good ever comes out of your mouth.

Especially after a gruelling work day of board meetings with people you’d much rather fuck mercilessly against the conference table than listen to droning on about sales reports and popularity ratings.

Don’t forget all the tiresome discussions with your secretary over why her pencil skirt isn’t already hiked up to her waist—she claims it’s because you’re too busy fucking the models to fuck her instead, but you know it’s really because she’s trying her best to hide that she’s not wearing anything else under her skirt. You swear she’s been fucking herself at the desk while nobody’s looking, but you’ll use that knowledge to blackmail her into something much more dubious later on.

God, it’s great to be your boss.

Your office is plenty spacious— you were paying one of the highest rates in Seoul to get such a picturesque view of the Han River with the sun setting over the horizon. Bathed in the yolky glow of the setting sun, it’s like a scene straight from a movie.

You throw open the door to your office, fully expecting to wrap things up and call it a night.

Until you see her.

Her main job isn’t as a model, but she sure as hell can pull off a look. A floral print long-sleeved blouse boasts shades of cream dotted with pastel pink as the woman swings her legs back and forth. A short, electric pink skirt accentuates her long, slender legs as she sits atop your wooden desk, gazing at the skyline through the ceiling-to-floor window. It’s as if her outfit was designed to outshine the hazy pink bleeding from beyond the cloud cover.

What catches your eye most, however, is the pair of red platform heels she’s swinging so nonchalantly. Other than giving her the much-needed height boost to meet your eyes, they’ve also got the added benefit of making her feet look like a delicately wrapped present, the laces of which snake up her ankle to just below her calf where they’re tied in an elegant butterfly knot. The soft, rhythmic thump of her heel knocking against the front of your wooden desk becomes the metronome that sets the beat of the coming hours.

“Hello, Miyeon. I didn’t expect to see you here.” You playfully tease.

“Just enjoying the view,” Miyeon shoots back, brushing strands of her ashy brown hair over her shoulder. She isn't even turned to face you, yet you can tell from her tone that she’s hiding a smirk under that guise.

“Likewise.” You close the door, leaving your coat by the couch near the door. 

You loosen your collar and slide along the edge of the table, clipping your hand around Miyeon’s waist as you sit by her side, admiring the gradual roar of Seoul’s nightlife as it charges up right below your feet. Miyeon’s perfume matches her dress to a tee, with bold rosy notes that fade to accompanying undertones of musk and sandalwood. Both of you share a moment of silence, letting the moments pass by in each other’s company.

“I assume you’re not here to discuss business matters,” you say, running your hand along her waist. You rake your eyes over Miyeon’s slender figure, but you sense something off when your hand hits something cold.

Miyeon places her hand on yours, stopping just before her navel.

“Not strictly business matters,” Miyeon says as she slips out of your grip. She gets up and plops herself in your seat behind the desk. “Just, here to let off some steam after today’s photoshoot.”

“Oh, is there something on your mind?” you turn and say, admiring how casual Miyeon looks as she runs her fingers along the armrest of your chair. 

“Hmm~ Nothing too much. I know how much you tire yourself from running this company, working overtime. Every. Single. Day.”

“And?”

“You’re always too busy to come over and say hi,” Miyeon says as she pouts and lolls about in her seat. 

“Miyeon, it’s late. I need to go—” 

Miyeon interrupts you by slamming her heels onto your table with a loud bang. Your eyes snap to attention at Miyeon’s feet wrapped up in her red heels in front of you before shooting back to her. Her angelic features have you feeling like someone spiked your drink, a mesmeric allure to them that clouds your thoughts and stammers your speech.

“Go where?” she retorts, crossing her arms. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Miyeon. I swear, if you don’t get your legs off this table I’m gonna—”

“You’re gonna what?” 

A devilish smile creeps its way along her lips. She’s got you right where she wants you.

“What’re you going to do to me, Daddy?”

Miyeon presses your buttons in just the right way and your animalistic instincts fly into first gear. You hastily fling yourself over to the opposite edge of the table, scooping Miyeon’s legs into your lap.

Before you can even get to unwrapping the present in front of you, Miyeon presses the tip of her heel into your chest, staining your white dress shirt with the outsole of her heel. You try to push her foot away, but wrapping your hands around her ankle is the most you manage to do as she has you pinned against the table.

“You know how feral those heels make me, baby girl?” Your breaths are heavy and stifled, but your arousal peaks with her additional pressure. You slide your hand down towards the knot keeping her straps on, but before you can undo anything Miyeon drives the tip of her heel even harder into your chest.

“Don’t be so aggressive, Daddy. I wore these heels as a present for you. It’s not nice to rip open your gifts. ” Her voice is sickly sweet, a honey-like consistency to it that contrasts heavily to the footwear dagger prepped to bore a hole through your sternum.

“Is this your tactic to —urk— keep me here?” you playfully shoot back, Miyeon comfortably shifting her body weight onto the pinpoint of her heel so you get a close-up view of her polish. 

Her pedicure makes her toes shine like tiny pearls, specks of silver dust like bits of shattered glass that  

Your eyes run under her skirt as you slowly undo the straps, watching the red fabric fall apart to give way to reddened skin underneath.

“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. You should’ve told the stylist to get you a larger pair of shoes. I can’t keep having you scarring your delicate feet from these shoes that are just too tight,” you say, massaging away at the reddened marks on Miyeon’s feet.

“It’s the only size that fits me. The others were too big for my feet.” She wiggles her toes in your hand, the same sort of credulous innocence that made you fall for her time and time again. “I want to show my gratitude to Daddy for being so good to me, and I want Daddy to keep giving me what I want.” 

“You’re so thoughtful,” you say, letting Miyeon’s heel drop to the carpeted floor with a thud. You move to begin undoing the laces of Miyeon’s other heel, but she catches you off guard by sliding her foot past your chin such that your nose is caught right between her big and second toe. 

From scent alone, you can tell Miyeon has had a long day. Occasional hints of rose perfume find their way into your olfactory senses, but the majority is replaced by the telltale sour, leathery smell of dance practice and modelling shoots. Miyeon’s reward for your efforts today is trapping your nose 

“I'm sorry if my feet smell, Daddy. I hope they don't put you off too much."

"Oh, you hope they don't put me off? I don't think that's it, baby girl. Why don't you tell Daddy the truth.”  you say as you teasingly run a finger along the length of Miyeon’s sole, watching delightedly as she giggles at the touch.

“You shouldn’t lie to your Daddy. You wore those red heels, came all the way up to my office from the dance studio, sat on my chair and demanded that I give you a raise by scratching my beautifully varnished tabletop…” Your voice trails off as you trace your fingers over the gash in the wood left behind by her playful antics. “You walked around in them all day so they would hurt and smell. And now you’re here to ask for Daddy’s help in taking away the pain, hmmm?”

Miyeon giggles as she nods her head. "Can't say I don't enjoy getting caught red-handed, Daddy. I make them sore and stinky so Daddy's fingers can spend more time rubbing my feet and playing with my arches. And I also know that Daddy loves to take his time burying his nose between my toes to enjoy the wonderful smell."

Miyeon shows exactly what she means by shoving her foot right into your face, splaying her toes so your vision of her is obscured by her digits. The scent of her feet is unavoidably potent, flooding all your senses until all you can think of is nothing but Miyeon’s feet. You hastily slip off her other heel before tossing her shoe behind you, listening to it bouncing off the couch with a comedic boing before falling to the floor.

You grab both of Miyeon’s legs by the knees and pull her towards you, startling her. You take in a long, deep inhale of Miyeon’s feet, the sudden rush of air between her toes leaving her in a fit of laughter. Miyeon quickly composes herself as your tongue wraps its way around her toes, sliding in and out of the gaps between them. Your office fills with obscene slurps and pops, the animalistic desire to drench the entirety of Miyeon’s feet in your saliva blotting out all other thoughts of professionalism and office ethics. (Not like you even cared for them in the first place)

Miyeon’s soles have this slightly salty, ascorbic taste to them. Sucking on Miyeon’s toes is like popping one of those kid’s multivitamins in your mouth, her petite little digits are just the right size to squeeze three into your mouth in one go. The sensation of Miyeon’s toes brushing against your upper lip alongside the divine sight of a hot and flustered Miyeon is enough to have your cock straining against the fabric of your dress pants, a very obvious tent from your pent-up member.

"I love it when Daddy takes what he wants. Daddy gets so rough when he sees his little princess’s feet. But don't forget to give the rest of your little princess a bit of loving too~” 

You’re so engrossed in letting your tongue study each and every wrinkle of her soles and toes that you fail to register Miyeon’s words. At least, not until you hear squelching noises that come from somewhere else that isn’t your tongue on Miyeon’s feet. You look over to see Miyeon’s fingers quietly pistoning in and out of their owner, keeping pace with your ministrations.

"Daddy will get to every part of you in a bit. Don't you worry baby girl." Between squelches and sucks, you brazenly attempt to fit all of Miyeon’s toes in your mouth, much to the amusement of Miyeon.

“I'm surprised Daddy's so hungry today. You’re drooling everywhere, all over my toes, my feet. I hope I'm enough to satisfy your appetite." You hum to acknowledge Miyeon’s lofty ambitions, before continuing your assault. You’ve practically sucked her toes clean, strands of saliva webbing their way between her toes.

"Don't forget my arches, Daddy. They miss the way your hands feel." Miyeon groans, the sounds of your slobbering on her toes accompanied by the squelches of fingers against slick as Miyeon leans further back in her chair. 

You bring her feet out of your mouth and admire the saliva and drool coating them before deeply kissing her arches. You leave behind voids of space amidst the translucent sheen on Miyeon’s sole that catches the final fleeting moments of the sun’s ochre glory. The room dims and Miyeon’s natural radiance fills the room, beads of sweat on her forehead accompanying soft, gentle hums of pleasure as she ups the pace of her fingers diving in and out of her pussy.

"Awww, Now my little toes are the ones missing your touch. Daddy promised he'd give everything to please his little princess, right?" Miyeon wiggles her toes in your lap, playing with strands of your saliva. "Hmmm... I bet Daddy would like to see something else webbing between my toes too..."

The sun’s practically set, but your cock is miles away from achieving release. And your patience has long since worn out.

"Use your toes to unzip my pants and fucking get them on my cock already, baby girl." 

“Awww… but teasing Daddy is the fun part!” she chirps, “Daddy should promise to finish rubbing my feet before he cums. They're just so sore." Miyeon's dexterous foot hovers over the zipper of your pants, but she takes her time in finding the pull tab, stretching the one moment into millions.

"Good things come to those who wait." She teases, scrunching her toes against the massive bulge in your underwear. Your cock stiffens upon every contact of her feet against the fabric, but being so close yet so far gets you even more riled up.

"Don't tease me baby girl, feet on my cock right fucking now. You want that massage? Then be a good girl for Daddy. My pleasure comes first, always."

Miyeon begrudgingly tugs down your pants, freeing your cock from the constraints of its fabric prison as it flops out at full attention. A string of precum connects the head of your cock to your underwear, and Miyeon knows you're eager to bust a nut all over her soles. 

Maybe a little too eager.

Miyeon gently teases the head of your cock with her toes, playing with it like a joystick. The warmth of her foot coupled with the cold, slimy texture of your spit rolling down the side of her foot has you breathing unsteady, your cock twitching at every little movement she makes.

"Get my cock nice and hard baby girl. C’mon!"

"Daddy's so in a rush, he doesn't have time to play with his little princess's feet. I'll get Daddy hard for sure. But it's gonna take a while unless Daddy takes what he wants for himself." Miyeon presses her feet into the sides of your shaft, stroking at a painfully slow pace.

"I always take what I want." 

You grab her ankles and start forcefully fucking her feet at the pace you want her to go. Her feet felt fucking amazing, but you didn't like the bratty attitude that came along with them. Oh, you'd get her back for this.

"That's much better, Daddy. I like it when your hands are all over my feet." Miyeon says, releasing the tension in her arches as you wrestle her feet up to your desired speed. The sensation of her slick arches running up and down the length of your cock while Miyeon teases the head of your cock with her toes has you raring to burst all over her feet.

You groan from the pleasure, maintaining momentum to match your thrusts with the motions of Miyeon feet sliding up and down your cock. "C’mon baby girl, toes on my tip, don't make Daddy do all the work. You want Daddy's cum, work for it."

Miyeon places her toes adjacent to the tip of your cock, baring her wrinkled sole for you as her arches squeeze and tug at your shaft. Miyeon could certainly hold this position for much longer (if her weekly pilates classes were anything to go by).

But she doesn't, opting to stop stroking when you let go of her arches to adjust yourself. You groan in displeasure, swiping Miyeon’s feet off your lap as you stand up to switch on the lights.

“Daddy… Why did you stop?” Miyeon’s tone carries a fairy-like playfulness to it that, while normally funny, now irritates you to no end.

You grab the office phone and punch in an extension number.

“Daddy… come back… I was only—”

"Enough teasing baby girl. If you don't start pleasuring and putting Daddy first, maybe I'll just call someone else who can."

"No! Daddy! I'm sorry! I-I'll be good." Miyeon removes her hand from her pussy to grab hold of your wrist, her two fingers drenched in slick.

"You know… there’s a certain coworker that you always seem to be competing with at the company, I wonder how she’ll be at pleasing Daddy."

A puzzled expression falls over Miyeon’s face as she’s clearly racking her brain thinking of such a competitor. Miyeon might be on friendly terms with most of the company, but someone who shares such an intimate relationship with you that isn’t her? That’s simply impossible.

Without waiting for Miyeon’s response, you hit the call button. Not long after, the dial tone cuts to reveal a familiar voice on the other side of the line. 

"My office. Now."

[strangelittlestories]

CRIVENS!!

The word was written in huge and shaky letters across the digi-glass face of the Justice Exchange building.

It cast large shadows across the trading floor. The morning sun had just risen above the billboard forest and at this time would usually be diffusing through the ads played on the windows like gently hypnotic stained glass.

The brokers who hawked civil responsibility and criminal liability were fond of the light show; they found it soothing and would often debate the merits of the kaleidoscopic effects of adverts for Hyperboat: the ‘Self-Driving Cruise Ship’ versus ‘Procrast-e-Nation: Literal Timeshares’.

Thus, the shadows distracted and grumpified the brokers - making the pursuit of justice on the bustling commercial arena an even riskier proposition than usual.

The Judicial Agents of Restitution (JARs) were proactive in their pursuit of the graffiti artist, suspecting subliminal subversiveness hidden within the message.

It turned out, the culprit was simply a junior equity administrator who had developed a psionic mutation, likely due to high levels of exposure to the Poe’s particles (expelled when the Justice Exchange hit an especially tangled conflux of Poe’s Law leylines). It was either that or stress.

They interrogated him in one of the soundproof teleconferencing pods. They taped up a blanket for privacy, but this didn’t stop the brokers from rubbernecking in (or hacking the web cameras), keen to see a small slice of justice in action.

After a series of scans, a quick personality test, and a light round of ‘legal and proportional force’, they more or less had it figured out. The admin had, just that morning, developed the peculiar power to make his thoughts external. The word ‘CRIVENS’ on the outside of the building had, in fact, been the result of his initial surprise at having developed that power.

He assured the agents that no harm had been intended. He was, after all, a dutiful worker without a subversive bone (or rebellious organ or even vaguely mutinous membrane) in his body.

The agents thought about this. They consulted their superiors. They did a quick straw poll amongst the Ethical Consultants resident at the Exchange (who were happy to volunteer their expertise in exchange for a discount at the smoothie bar).

It was unanimously agreed that, no matter how good at 3D spreadsheets they were, someone who might express their genuine thoughts at any time - outside of easily-monitored and approved rebel outlets - was actually extremely subversive indeed.

The admin protested that this was out of his control. He would never intentionally do or say anything untoward - sincerity might just occasionally … slip out.

He was swiftly informed that this was, of course, *worse*.

As they dragged him away, he thought to himself about how rotten and fractured this whole experience had been.

And that is when the Justice Exchange cracked open like an egg, a fissure opening from its foundations to its roof and then spreading inexorably out through the rest of the city.

This is how the entirety of FairTrade City was broken by a single exclamation of surprise.

To put it another way - it put the *riven* into ‘crivens’.

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The word ‘crivens’ was submitted as a pun-seed by a Word of the Month member. To become a member and suggest words for puns of your own, please check out https://ko-fi.com/strangelittlestories

[midorisudachi]

"We are ridiculously awesome!" - Zevran Arainai (after winning a battle)

Happy December, loves! How are we already at the end of the year? I have felt incredibly scatter-brained this entire year, due to how fast it has been flying by. I feel as if I didn't get anything (that I had planned to do this year) done. Does anybody else feel that way? I had all these ideas in my head to drawn Dragon Age Inquisition characters every other Monday until Dragon Age Day...which was December 4th...and I did not accomplish my goal! Life catches up to you, ya now?

Zevran is absolutely delightful in Dragon Age Origins. He has no shame in what he says...zero filters with his words! Ha ha! He has the best conversations with the characters and I love his bantering. He's my favourite bisexual elf! I had decided to draw him in a heavy armour...I think it was the "Ceremonial Armour".

Some of my favourite Zevran quotes:

"Elves plant these trees to remind themselves of who they once were. And then they pee on it. Charming symbolism, really." - At the vhenadhal tree.)

"How did I get here? What happened to all those luscious wood nymphs?" - After waking up from the Sloth Demon tricking him

"Hmm... Anyone up for a little bit of naked cliffdiving? No?" - At Redcliffe

And the best one:

Zevran: Might I offer you a bit of advice, my good friend Alistair?

Alistair: I like my hair the way it is, thank you.

Zevran: Truly? As you wish... though my advice is regarding something else completely. It has to do with your recent... exertions with your fellow Grey Warden that I overheard.

Alistair: My...? Oh.

Zevran: It did seem as if you just got going when all grew quiet. You are... feeling all right, yes? Perhaps you are tired?

Alistair: We aren't talking about this, are we? Did I hit my head?

Zevran: I have some roots from home that you may chew if you need energy. As for volume, perhaps you ought to try arching your--

Alistair: Whoa! Whoa! Awkward!

Zevran: You Fereldens are so finicky. How will you ever learn how to pleasure each other unless you talk about it?

Alistair: Not listening! La la la la la!

I hope everybody likes this fan art! Notice the date on it? Yes! I drew this a year ago. Why did I not post it on Tumblr before? *Facepalm* Really though...I hope this is well received & enjoyed. This year I have felt like a failure when it comes to art, for it honestly seems like people prefer digital art over traditional art. Is this so? I love traditional art...I don't want it to die out. Even worse is that some people prefer AI "art" (more like ART THEFT!) over real artists. It can be hard to be an artist sometimes. Don't get me wrong. I love digi art, too. But often my heart yearns for more traditional artwork, as it often gets tossed aside. I feel that is one reason why I had not done well with my art on Instagram. From now on, I will only be posting art here on Tumblr. Thank you to ALL of you who have liked and shared my artwork. You mean a lot to me and I appreciate you in supporting me. PLEASE let me know if you draw Dragon Age fan art, too! I'd love to see it.

Drawn with Sakura Pigma Micron pens and then coloured in with a mix of Copics and Ohuhu markers. White accents done with a gel pen. Background was done in Photoshop Elements.

Zevran Arainai & Dragon Age Origins (c) Bioware & Electronic Arts

[reliablejoukido]

Jou Kido is in his second year of resident training and hasn’t been sleeping in weeks. Months, maybe? Years? They blended together depressingly. He wonders how everyone else in his program can handle it… and all he wants to do is… anything but this. He’s so, so tired.

One day a young woman, maybe 17 or 18, is rushed into the hospital after a car accident. Jou is shadowing the ER doc who is in charge of taking care of her. Before he enters the woman’s room, the ER doc rushes out and yells:

“Figure this thing out, Kido!”

Jou enters the room. The ER doc and some other staff are taking care of the woman. The doctor points to a chair in the corner of the room. And there Jou sees a Digimon, bloodied, partially wrapped in sheets. He’s never seen this Digimon before— it looks like a snow-white weasel with a ring around its neck similar to Tailmon’s

Jou doesn’t even pause to think. He stops the Digimon’s bleeding after a while, and he notices blue data particles inside the wound. He doesn’t know if this means the Digimon is dying or healing, but he hopes it’s the latter.

The woman survives, and so does the Digimon. Jou checks on them when the woman is awake. He immediately goes to change the Digimon’s bandages and notices the particles are gone from the wound— that it’s completely healed itself.

“Are you Kudamon’s doctor?” The woman asks. “I didn’t know there were Digimon doctors in this hospital, but I’m SO glad you were here!”

“Oh, I’m not…”

The woman stared at him tearfully, gratefully.

He wanted to say: “there’s no such thing as a Digimon doctor” but the words died on his tongue. All Jou could think about since that injured Digimon came in was what those data particles were and how he could study them. Why had they appeared only after he tended to the Digimon’s wound, and not before?

He leaves the hospital that night thinking hard on how difficult it must be for chosen children to understand their Digimon’s physiology. To know when their Digimon partners are sick or injured. Nobody on Earth, or at least Japan, cared about Digimon medicine.

But Jou could.

He spends his one free day off that week writing a proposal to his residency program, to let him do something that probably sounded crazy to them. But it was worth a shot, wasn’t it?

Jou wakes up the next morning to a Digi-egg sitting on his nightstand, and it’s warm to the touch

[genork-the-fandork]

Merry Digi-mas, @nsdrawsstuff ! I was your Secret Santa! (My main blog is @animegenork , but for the sake of my sanity, I post all my writing here... I know it's confusing.) It has unfortunately been a long time since I've seen Savers, and the same goes for Adventure 02; however, I do remember my impressions of Daisuke and Masaru's characters and wanted to try my hand at doing something a little goofy with them. (But mostly Daisuke, since I dabble more with Adventure content.) I hope you enjoy! [AND I'M SO SORRY ABOUT HOW LATE IN THE DAY I'M POSTING THIS!] Thank you to @digisecretsanta and @sluggybasson107 as always for hosting! 💕

Running Late

Word Count: 991 | Universe: Adventure [02] x Savers Crossover (slight Xros Wars reference) | Characters: Daisuke Motomiya, V-mon, Masaru Daimon | Dedicated to nsdrawsstuff

It was a Christmas like any other, but also extraordinary in its own way, because wasn't every Christmas spent with Digimon extraordinary?

Though he and the others had been planning their get-together for months, Daisuke had been so busy he'd kept pushing off his task. Takeru had even teased him about it the other day, asking if he'd gotten the food yet for their fête. "Of course I did," Daisuke scoffed, setting down his water glass a little more forcefully than necessary. "Who d'you think I am?"

"You," Ken had replied smoothly, coolly, even, not a hint of malice in the words. Just the truth.

Well, they were both right, dammit.

Daisuke glanced at the clock. Okay. He only had a few more minutes of his shift left. Then he could go run out for some snacks. Surely there would still be some left somewhere, right?

V-mon poked his head over the counter. "How much longer?"

"Just a few more minutes, buddy! Then we can go get the grub." As if he didn't already work in a restaurant. With plenty of food.

"Daisuke! Mind bussing that table? You can call it a day after that." His manager poked his head into the kitchen, nodding to a table that had only recently been vacated. Daisuke grinned and nodded, turning off the stove in front of him.

Was it fair to say he was practically sprinting to bus the table? Yes. So was it completely expected that he would bump into someone while he did so? Also yes. The unfortunate part of the encounter, however, was that he was holding a pile of plates, and he nearly dropped all of them. As he fumbled with the Leaning Tower of Plate, he spun to apologize to the person he'd bumped into. In the nick of time, he regained his balance. Bonus! "Sorry about that! I wasn't looking."

"No problem, man. Don't sweat it," the guy said, waving. "Be careful!"

Daisuke paused and watched the man leave the restaurant. Shaggy brown hair, dog tags, wristbands… he looked familiar. Or, at the very least, he almost seemed like some alternate version of Taichi. Back when they were kids, at least. But that could be true of just about anyone, right?

Then again, he was a Chosen Child. Coincidences weren't something to be taken lightly.

He didn't have time for this! If it was something to worry about, something else would happen. That was usually the way these things went in his life. Right now, he had a mission. And that mission was to get snacks!

V-mon paced dutifully behind him as Daisuke hurried down the street, scanning for a convenience store that would still have the types of snacks that his friends liked. And that the Digimon liked. That was the most important part, because obviously the Digimon would be eating more than half of the food.

Finally! One appeared in front of him, almost by magic (though he knew there was no such thing, unless Digimon counted), and he hurried inside. His breath fogged in front of his face as he released it, but the convenience store was fairly warm. V-mon did a full body shake, almost like a dog, stomping his feet to regain feeling. Daisuke was constantly reminded that shoes were a blessing whenever he had his partner with him.

A cursory glance at the store revealed low stocks of the kinds of chips and cookies he was looking for, but that didn't deter him. There had to be something.

Times like this, it was helpful for one to have a Digimon partner. V-mon reached further back on the lower shelves for the last of the party-size sour cream and onion chips. Now as for barbeque…

"Ah, I bet you're looking for this. Here, I grabbed two."

Daisuke looked up from his position kneeling on the floor, instantly recognizing the guy he'd bumped into earlier. "Hey, you're—"

"The one you nearly ran over? Yeah, I am." The man held out a hand, and Daisuke gripped it in his own, allowing himself to be helped to his feet. "You look like you're in a bind. Got a party or something?"

"Yeah, I said I'd get snacks, but you know… work and stuff…" Daisuke rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

The guy just nodded in understanding. "Been there. Bet you got a friend who gives you crap for it, even if he's not harsh about it?"

"In their own ways, they all do. But yeah, I got two of them."

"Ha, nice. Well, hopefully they like barbeque." With a smile, the man handed him the barbeque chips.

"Thanks." Daisuke smiled down at the chips, knowing that the Digimon (especially V-mon) would love them. When he looked up, the stranger was leaving. "Wait, at least tell me your name! If I run into you again, I'd love to repay you."

"I'm going out of town soon, so I don't think you'll see me again. But, for what it's worth, Masaru. See you around, Daisuke."

"Masaru." That name sounded familiar, kind of like how he looked like someone he'd seen before. At least, the sound of his name fit in his mouth in a way that meant he'd used it before. Right…?

Wait, but how did he know his name?

Before he could ask, Masaru was gone.

"That was strange," V-mon said, scratching his cheek with a claw.

"You're pretty strange, too, buddy," Daisuke pointed out with a playful smile, trying to shake off the swirling questions. He could ask Koushiro or Taichi or someone about this later—right now, he had snacks to obtain! "Now let's go look at the cookies."

Though he didn't run into Masaru a third time, Daisuke couldn't help but wonder if he was having as merry of a Christmas as he and the others were. Maybe he'd see him the next time he was running late with something.

Extraordinary Christmas indeed.

[kariachi]

Some birthday fic for @thenixkat! If you gave Laios a digi I missed it so... Just went with generic blob critter.

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“Laios. Laios.” He could thank his military training for only taking two calls to wake, though giving them the credit doesn’t sit well in his stomach. What he has to thank it for is the keen realization that the unfamiliar voice comes too close and the immediate response. He rolls to the side and just barely manages not to fall over himself as he settles into a crouch, scanning the trees for the stranger. Only days have passed since he packed his things and slipped away in the dead of night, and a creeping concern moves up his spine that the army has sent someone to find him.

Instead, all he finds is a small, pink… thing, staring back at him with big, black eyes. He can’t say he’s seen anything like it before- a mollusk maybe? It looks like it has the one foot like a snail or a slug, but he’s never heard of one so upright, or with arms. Some sort of monster then, but he’s also never heard of a monster that spoke so clearly without also taking more human forms to deal with people-

“You can relax,” the little thing says, tone almost bubbly as it climbs onto his thin mat, not a single foot but a mass of small feet, absolutely fascinating, “nobody else is here, it’s all safe.” For some reason he wants to believe it, and though the incident with the kelpie runs through his head, Laios warily sits down on the hard ground, hand still within easy reach of his sword. It’s skin is smooth, what he can only describe as an attempt at a tiny muzzle on it’s face, and he finds himself humming in consideration.

“What are you?” It can’t be a demihuman, not only does it look even farther from a human than orcs and kobolds, he’d surely have heard about them before, but it certainly is strange for a monster. He suddenly wants to grab out his journal and start taking notes, making sketches.

“I’m Mochimon! I’m-” It pauses. “You’re-” Again, face scrunching where there should be a nose. “We’re ours!” That doesn’t really answer his question, though it makes something in his gut glow warm and bright, and he’s wondering if it would be the wrong thing to say so when it continues. “I’m a Digimon.”

Laios has never heard the word before, but he figures he can make a reasonable guess that the ‘mon’ is related to ‘monster’ and is somehow even more curious for it.

He abandons the sword and begins blindly digging through his pack for his journal.

“Are all Digimon like you?” The journal is easy, his pencil a little harder, as Mochimon squelches down in what Laios assumes is it’s equivalent to a sit. It’s fascinating, as he wonders how exactly the muscles are moving in there for it’s body to morph like that. There has to be at least muscle of some sort, right-?

“No,” it says, sounding pleased as he starts filling a page with notes and sketches, “I was Poyomon before, and someday I’ll be something else.” Laios blinks, looking up from the journal.

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.” Mochimon tries to nod, he thinks, but it comes across more as a sort of wobbling back and forth. “All Digimon do it.” Oh, that was amazing, and fascinating, and amazing. Was it a life stage thing? How many were there? Mochimon hadn’t specified what it would become, were there different morphs? Or was he thinking too far into it? People always said he thought too far into these things… But just the idea-

“Wish I was one.” The words slip from his mouth before he can think to bite them back and he cringes at the slip. Good job, Laios, way to show your weirdness right off the bat. But Mochimon doesn’t shy away, give him a harsh and disgusted look. It just, he thinks it might be an attempt to tilt it’s head, but it’s head is about forty percent of itself (how does it fit it’s organs into such a small space when it’s got so much head to feed-?) so it’s closer to a lean.

“I don’t know if that’s a thing,” it says in a thoughtful tone, then brightens again and throws an arm up, “but if anyone can make it happen, Laios-” How does it know his name, he hasn’t even asked that yet, though somehow it feels like it should. “-it’ll definitely be us!”

He agrees. He knows next to nothing and he still agrees.

He’ll be more concerned about that later.

[lifeaftermeteor]

The Fandom Binder

For those of you among the 'fandom olds,’ you may recall a time where we actually printed copies of art and fic we enjoyed - many of us being unable to create websites or save too many files to our computers at the time...long before the likes of Google Drive and AO3.  This was back when fandom was nurtured by individually maintained series, ship, and/or character shrines connected by webrings like Anime Turnpike.  

Some of us printed these fandom treasures and organized them in binders, now presumed lost to time and the trash heap years ago.

Well...rummaging around in my parents’ storage space, guess what I found.  My fandom binder!

Apparently I had a thing for collages - I actually covered my half of my freshman dorm room in a much larger version of the above. 

So come with me as we wade through my teenage fandom days...

The inside cover is a treat, with a quote meant to be terrifying and empowering (?) alongside a snarky comic about Gackt’s dick.

The first folder included only a TIME article on phobias, a few damning pages of notes from my high school calculus class on which I scribbled all my pent-up teenage angst and anger, and a printed out email flame (no joke) to someone who apparently my friends and I were having it out with.  

We’ll skip those and jump into the actual fandom content.

First out of the gate is Digimon Adventure, which had grabbed me in 1999-2000 via the Fox Kids channel programming.  We have here some print-outs of MST3K-ified (or “MSTied”) Digimon fic, most of which involved the Digi Destined serving in the roles of Mike/Joel and the bots.  Such fics were initially permitted on Fanfiction.Net before they were purged alongside other content guideline updates between 2000-2005, since they were both (a) reposting someone else’s work and (b) script format.  

This is followed by fanart printouts (Yamato was my clear favorite, second only to the amount of Taito I printed).  And a saved note to a friend printed in computer class that extolled the fact that Odaiba is REAL. 

I have no words. I can only assume that my little brain was just so used to stories in made up locations that the thought that the series would involve a real city just was too much for my little fangirl brain to handle.

Moving right along...

This note is followed by printouts of various fanart, predominantly of Yamato and the Taito ship.  This is in turn followed by extensive planning, character costume designs, and inspiration art printed off of Elfwood (c.2001-2002) for the fantasy AU / isekai fic, The Realms (which, yes you can still apparently find the first two chapters of via FF.net).

After that, we also have a printed, separately bound copy of my first ‘official’ (i.e., posted) multi-chapter fanfiction, An Unexpected Death, which took about 1.5 years to write and upload...and is also still on FF.net

Moving past Digimon, we land in Gundam Wing territory.  Like the previous section, we kick off with printouts of fics, art, and other fun things.

I apparently kept some notes passed between my friend and I.  As was typical of the day, fans all interacted with the characters as if inhabiting the same universe.  Emojis made regular appearances in our script-format notes (I also apparently shared half-formed plotbunnies via scripts).

We also had grand plans of co-authoring a “the GBoys are undercover at our high school” story, which was also common at the time among fellow fans.  Here is the rough idea of the school schedule: 

I also found some casting for a Matrix AU...

...and the makings of a roadtrip series of quintessential “American” locations: 

We wrap it all up with some truly phenomenal crackfic by Celes Maxwell: 

Closing out the remainder of the binder is some JRock fanservice, an autograph from Gillian Anderson (c.1998), and a random table of contents that only had empty pages or nothing behind them.  Presumably all these sections had more content, but I can say without a doubt they are GONE at this point. 

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So yeah, that’s my fandom binder, put to good use between 1998-2004.  Show me yours!

[seventeenlovesthree]

Digi Dynamic Shipping Game

Send me two names among the following 12 13 and I’ll write a short analysis post about them:

Taichi Yagami | Yamato Ishida | Sora Takenouchi | Koushirou Izumi | Mimi Tachikawa | Jyou Kidou | Takeru Takaishi | Hikari Yagami | Daisuke Motomiya | Miyako Inoue | Iori Hida | Ken Ichijouji | Meiko Mochizuki

Whether canon provides input on them or not:  

When looking at Meiko's interaction partners in Tri, Koushirou is proooobably not the first person who comes to mind; after Jyou, he may share the least amount of screen time with her. And at pure face value, the interactions he does have with her are mostly indirect - and at first glance, not painted in the best light either. They have that kind of dynamic you definitely have to speculate about more to get to the bottom of it - and interestingly enough, once you do, you may discover that they actually have a few things in common. But we'll get to that.

First things first - as mentioned, they mostly are not seen talking to each other, but rather have a third party person to talk through: Mimi. From a shipping perspective, that is both, an interesting parallel and, at the same time, incredibly complicated. Why? On one hand, because you can see/interpret both Koushirou and Meiko as potential love interests for Mimi (with one of them canonically crushing on her and the other OBVIOUSLY opening up through her encouragement, care and emotional/physical affection). On the other hand... Things do not really get very far in text.

Their main interaction point throughout the first few movies consists of Koushirou trying to figure out what causes the distortions corrupting the Digimon - and by doing so, he ends up interrogating Meiko in a very uncomfortable and unfortunate moment, that causes Mimi to snap at him. She says that he's being insensitive, he says they don't have time to focus on "trivial things", completely overlooking her emotional distress in order to fix things as quickly as possible. As mentioned, not the best foundation for any kind of relationship, as Meiko is completely overwhelmed with her partner being corrupted - while Koushirou is desperately trying to stop the cause from spreading even further. And she is aware of his good intentions there - because Taichi explains to her that Koushirou means to investigate the whole thing "with his entire heart" and that that's "all he can do", indirectly asking her to not be mad at him for being "like that". This even leads to her contemplating to apologize to him. Mimi insists that she doesn't have to - and we actually never see the end of that conflict, just the glimpse of hope that Sora's words, "He'll figure it out", will eventually lead to good things...

The next notable interaction is by the very end of Tri - as seen above -, where he entrusts her with his beloved laptop to find out the key to locked-away data, a password only she is capable of knowing, to eventually and actually fix everything in the end.

So what does that tell the viewer? They may not have a lot of significant interpersonal interaction - but subtext indicates that Koushirou strongly believes in Meiko being able to be the key, to find the answers to their problems. He did so by interrogating her, he did so by handing her his laptop - and that is a very familiar pattern.

Not trying to go too much into detail here, but one of my personal favourite headcanons is that, Meiko is what Koushirou COULD have become if he hadn't been as lucky as he was; to be raised by loving parents and getting validated by them upon reconciling; to befriend seven (and eventual eleven) kids and their personal soulmates to figure himself out, friends that ALSO believed in him and his strengths; to be enabled by his best friend to come to Summer camp and come out of his shell in the first place - and to solve a card riddle that would solve a very significant issue. Meiko is incredibly insecure, she had been on her own for a very long time, her low self-esteem goes so far as to have her ask why she was even there in the first place - she visibly needs someone loud and vocal like Mimi to show her how capable she is, just like Koushirou needed Taichi and Tentomon in the same manner. And this may be a huge stretch, because other characters (such as Taichi, Mimi, Sora, Hikari and Takeru) have been WAY more direct and vocal about encouraging her verbally - but Koushirou (who absolutely CAN suffer from severe self-esteem issues as well once he doesn't consider himself "useful") may have passed his own personal torch here in a more subtle, non-verbal way.

Long story short - there is not exactly nothing, but y'all have a lot of guessing work and subtext interpretation to do here.

Whether I think why and how they’d work: 

As mentioned above, there are some very subtle similarities that may or may not help them to bond with each other. First of all, it shall not be underestimated that they both have a significant connection with each Mimi and Taichi - and especially the former case may be very enthusiastic to MAKE them spend more time with each other. (Abridged!Mimi may even go so far as to say "I'll make my two nerds have a good time, ha!") I really do believe that Mimi herself could be a great starting point AND topic for them to bond over. "She really is like that, isn't she?", in a gentle, lighthearted way. Because they may have issues opening up fully for some time, due to their bad experiences with interpersonal interaction - but I would argue that they're both also the type that just has to get over that point with each other ONCE and then don't have any issues afterwards anymore. They just need a "starting point". Taichi may actually be a good starting point as well, because both of them may have anecdotes (and their mentioned similarities) to share with each other fondly. Again, there are a lot of self-worth issues they need to overcome first, but once they do, I could imagine them being very soft (and potentially rambly).

(I also have the headcanon that Koushirou likes cats - not only should he have grown up interacting with Hikari and Miko a lot, but his own partner, supposedly a ladybug, has very cat-like tendencies and THAT absolutely should be a bonding topic too!)

Whether I’d prefer them as platonic or romantic ship: 

I may argue that, romantically, they MIGHT actually both be not straight-forward enough to get anywhere for a long time and due to the lack of canon interactions, I can only work off the formerly mentioned headcanons... So it may take Mimi and an OT3 setting for things to work out properly. Because hey, with Mimi being the driving force connecting and intertwining them, things could escalate very quickly (because, as mentioned, they're both enchanted by her and have panicked over her being physical with them, they share that fondness for her, so why not channel that energy into a mutual bond as well? And again, the same could apply to Taichi too, because he brought BOTH of them out of their shell to some degree and was VERY protective of them at some point, but I digress). Without that driving force, I'd rather see them as platonic. They're both very supportive (and nerdy) people in their own ways, but nothing too deep on the romantic end.

[kyungminsbf]

updates on each song as i go through the album (this is gonna be long with lots of swearing and words that make no sense)

hall of fame: OH MY GOD?? THE BEGINNING MUSIC?? CHANGBIN'S RAP?? i think i'm actually dying this song is SO FUCKING GOOD. FELIX OH MY FUCKING GOD. INNIE OH MY FUCKING GOD. STRAY KIDS OH MY FUCKING GOD. OH MY GOD THERE IS NO WAY THEY JUST USED THAT MOON LANDING FUCKING THING THIS IS CRAZY. THE HIGH NOTES HOLY SHIT. THE ENDING OH MY FUCK

s-class: literally the soty. seungmin's high notes i'm actually dying. HYUNJINNNNN OH MY GOD. THE SWITCH FROM THE CHORUS TO CHANGBIN AND HAN'S HIP HOP RAP THIS IS NOT OKAY. THE WAY THE "SPEEDING ON SERPANT ROAD" IS QUICKER THAN THE FIRST STOP THEY'RE SO AMAZING. THE SWITCH FROM FELIX TO HYUNJIN IN THE CHORUS GUSNFKAJFJ. YANG JEONGIN OH MY GOD. "I FEEL LIKE THE BRIGHTEST STAR" OH MY FUCK. "WE'RE SPECIAL, YEAH" YEAH SEUNGMIN YOU GUYS ARE SPECIAL AND MAGICAL. "COUNTING STARS-" "FEELING EXTRA" AHAHHAHHHH. I LOVE THE ENDING STOP THIS MADNESS.

item: holy fucking shit this beginning is amazing it's so 8 bit. THIS IS SO CATCHY ACTUALLY SHUT UP RIGHT NOW. "THE STARS IN MY EYES MAKE MY GALAXY" OH MY FUVK. "I'M FEELING BLESSED" I FEEL BLESSED JUST LISTENING TO THIS. THIS CHORUS I ACTUALLY CANNOT HANDLE THIS. HAN'S RAP I CANNOT RIGHT NOW. "STARTED FROM THE BOTTOM LINE MADE IT MINE" OH MY FUCK. THE WAY THEY SAY ITEM IN THE CHORUS OH MY FUCKING GOD ITSYSO SATISFYING. "SORRY BUT THERE'S NO DAMAGE" KIM SEUNGMIN OH MY GOD. "THERE IS MY ITEM" FELIX OHHH MYYY HOODDDD.

super bowl: i already love the beginning it's so whajfkaksjak. the beginning made me giggle i'm not gonna lie 😭 "KEEP YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF ME" HELP ME THIS IS AMAZING. THE WHISPERING??? FELIX'S DEEP WHISPER I CANNOT. THE SWITCH FROM WHISPERING TO TALKING OH MY GOD. THE "SHH" AND BACK TO WHISPERING THIS IS NOT OKAY. STOP IS THIS ALL IN ENGLISH OR AM I DUMB?? I HAVEN'T HEARD ANYTHING I DON'T UNDERSTAND YET IS THIS ALL IN ENGLISH?? I LOVE THE MICHELIN PART. SEUNGMIN AND JEONGIN'S PART IN THE BRIDGE STOP THIS THEY SOUND SO GOOD TOGETHER THIS IS NOT OKAY. THE WHISPERINGGGGHH. I CANNOT HANDLE THIS SONG IT'S SO GOOD STOP THIS. THE ENDING WITH THE WHISPERING THIS IS NOT OKAY.

topline: I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS. AHSHHHHH THIS IS SO GOOD THIS IS NOT OKAY. YHEBJSJSAJ I CANNOT THE RAPPING I CAN'T. "THEY CAN'T PASS ME I'M THE RED LIGHT" AJDJAJF. THE TEASING WHEN THEY ALMOST SAY FUCK THIS IS NOT OKAY CHAN STOP IT. "BOM DIGI DIGI BOM BOM BOM BOM!!!" HELLO TIGER JK'S PART???????????? "JUST SING ALONG I'M DANCING ON THE FEELING." UGH I'M GONNA JUST SAY FUCK AT THIS POINT. LET CHAN SAY FUCK!!! "TOP. LINE. TOPLINE. BOM DIGI DIGI BOM BOM BOM BOM." "WE'RE THE TOPLINE." THE ENDINGNFNAJFHAJ

dlc: WE'RE ONLY GOING TO DANCE LIKE CRAZY!!!! 🕺🕺🕺🕺 LET'S GO CRAZY UNTIL THE SUNRISE!!!!!! 🕺🕺🕺🕺 this song is so fun i love this sm. THE LAS I CANNOT. "IT'S JUST THAT I LIKE IT LALALALALA" "LET'S DANCE LIKE CRAZY!!!" THE SWITCH FROM JEONGIN TO FELIX THIS IS NOT OKAY THEY WORK SO WELL TOGETHER. THE MUSIC IS SO FUN I CANNOT HANDLE THIS. THE BRIDGE WITH FELIX AND SEUNGMIN AHAHAHHHHH. OH MY GOD THIS SONG IS HEAVENLY I LOVE IT SO MUCH. "3 2 1 LET'S GO!" "GOT ME FEELING LIKE LALALALA!" JEONGIN ENDING THE SONG SO REAL!!!!

get lit: FELIX????? "HEY HEY HEY. HEY HEY WOAH." OH MY GOD SEUNGMIN AND JEONGIN STOP THIS MADNESS. LINO RIGHT AFTER AND THEN CHAN WHAT IS HAPPENING THIS IS INSANE. "WE'RE NOT GONNA DIE YOUNG!" SCREAM IT TO THE ROOFTOPS!!! "swerve swerve swerve hey" AHDJAJFJ. LINO AND THEN SEUNGMIN AND THEN CHAN AND THEN JEONGIN OH MY FUCKING SHIT. I LOVE THIS SONG SO FUCKING MUCH THE MUSIC IS SO CATCHY. the snapping during the beginning of the bridge oh my god and then the switch to binnie and han "AY LET'S GO" LET'S FUCKING GO HAN. THE ENDING AHHHH I'M IN LOVE

collision: oh my god are those trumpets i love this already. this is strangely calm for a song called collision 🤨🤨 the rap is so satisfying though i love this so very much wowowowowow. VOCALRACHA CHORUS PART YESSS!!!! CHRISTOPHER BANG CHAN OH MY GOD. these raps are actually taking me out you do not understand. STILL NOT OVER THE VOCALRACHA CHORUS PART IN THE BEGINNING. OH MY GOD DOUBLE I.N CHORUS PART OR IS MY BRAIN PLAYING TRICKS ON ME?? THE FADE OUT I'M IN LOVEEE

fnf: stop i was about to say "the music is so nice" and then it's just "i see the ashes up in the sky" LIKE CHAN PLEASE 😭 god i love vocalracha. THIS SONG IS SO UPBEAT BUT I ALSO WANT TO CRY MY EYES OUT THIS IS NOT OKAY. STOP IT THESE LYRICS ARE SO SAD BUT THE MUSIC IS SO HAPPY THIS IS NOT OKAY THIS IS NOT ACCEPTABLE STOP IT. JEONGIN'S HIGH NOTE?? "I'M CATCHING U-U-U-U-U-U-U-UP" UGH IBLOVE THAT PART. god this song is so sad but so happy. THE CUTOFF AT THE END STOP I LOVE THAG

youtiful: what if i cried to this. stop i can't even make any comments it's so beautiful and i'm literally crying this is so sad and inspiring and i cannot. "i see the universe in your eyes" 🥹🥹🥹 "you are a miracle, a miracle. you are youuuuutifuuuuuul" jeongin don't make me cry even more 😭🫰 "don't you ever tell yourself that you're not enough" i can not handle this oh my god. the high note oh my god this makes me so sad. jeongin's backup vocals i'm literally sobbing my eyes out. this song was so sweet

the sound (korean ver.): the way it still slaps oh my god. usually korean versions sound a little weird but this one is SO GOOD. they changed the chorus though and that sounds weird but BESIDES THAT- it's still good. i'm gonna miss hearing "THIS IS THE SOUND" during the chorus 💔💔 bht kts okah this song still slaps. missing some of the english lyrics they had to take out bjt it's okay because this song is still so fucking good. i'm still emotional from youtiful though

mixtape : time out: i literally love this song so much. "1 2 3 LET'S GO!!" YES I WILL FOLLOW ANYWHERE. "I CAN FEEL IT IN MY HEART" "HEY!! NOBODY CAN TOUCH ME!!" god this song makes me so happy 🥹🥹 "RUN TO! (RUN TO)!" "time out! (2 3 4!)" "go, let the stress fly away. don't worry 'bout tomorrow so we'll just have some fun right now" yes felix 🙏 THE FIREWORKS AND LAUGHING GOD I LOVE THIS SONG. "TIME OUT!" god i love this song so much

[coffeeangelinabox]

Whumpril Day 19: I Need You

The three of them that are left stand in the Commodore's briefing room at uneasy attention. Their section of 8 is down to less than half: discontinued from the programme, training accidents and their most recent loss - Maugrim - to friendly fire. 

“But how did it happen?” Beowulf asks, grief pushing him to demand answers instead of giving the well trained acceptance demanded. How can he protect the remaining two if he doesn’t understand what to watch out for?

They take him back to the room after that, remind him of his place and responsibilities and of their expectations for his conduct until he stops asking. They neglect to make him forget. 

*

They never disagree with missions, even amongst themselves. Bitter experience has taught them they are always being observed and that speaking out against their superiors leads to inexplicable disappearances. Luna never returned after criticising one set of orders, that’s how Beowulf ended up in command of the group. 

Now though, looking blankly at the instructions downloaded on his digi-screen, Beowulf feels fury that their idiocy roil through him. They’ve been sent on difficult missions before, tasks they’ve barely limped home from with broken bones and scars and concussions despite the best training the Domain can offer and millions upon millions of credits in the best urban warfare tech money can buy in any system. 

This though. This is suicide. 

Perhaps, Beowulf thinks treacherously, the Domain doesn’t want them to return. 

If that’s the cost for him he’ll pay it and gladly, he believes in his cause, but he won’t sacrifice the only family he’s ever had so wantonly. He reads the briefing again and sighs.

“Well?” Fenrir demands, propping himself up on an elbow on his bunk and looking over at him.

Beowulf shrugs. “An error, I think. I’d best go and clarify with the commodore.”

He’s lucky they don’t kill him for his insolence, his reputation as a superlative strategist the only thing that saves him, but they send a full company of regulars instead of Beowulf’s team of three so he counts it a win.

*

“Kids?”

“Yes.” The Commodore sounds impatient. 

Beowulf knows he’s pushing his luck (all their luck) just by asking, but he has to know. “Why?”

The Commodore sighs, regards him beadily and then, in the overly patient voice of a primary school teacher that puts Darrow’s teeth on edge says, “Because we want a homegrown peacekeeping force to deal with the insurgents. They’ll be less likely to pull some of their stunts against their own, and kids can be raised to have no dividing loyalties.”

Logical. A plan worthy of him. So why does it make his stomach creep?

“Is there a problem?”

“No, sir.”

*

“You have to stop this,” Romulus says, helping a shaking Beowulf to a seated position and steadying his trembling hands so he can sip some water. The pain in his head is blinding. “They’ll kill you, you know.”

Beowulf mumbles something like agreement.

Romulus sighs and rocks back on his heels by the low bunk. They both know Beowulf won’t stop, but they can’t talk about it any more without bringing down the consequences they fear. “Just-”

“I will.”

*

The transport is out of commission, every system fried. No power, no heat. They’re just lucky this planet has a fairly temperate climate and the local vegetation is palatable. They can wait for extraction. 

It’s peaceful actually, like camping.

“I used to do this with my brothers,” Romulus says suddenly, randomly.

Beowulf looks over in surprise. He’d never heard Romulus mention brothers before, though now he wonders if those are the names he sobs out occasionally when his injuries are bad enough to push him to delirium. 

Fenrir jerks to his feet. “We’re your brothers,” he snaps. 

Beowulf reaches out and takes hold of Fenrir’s elbow, restraining and soothing all at once. The import of Romulus’ words hit him. A family outside of them, outside of the Domain and, for the first time in a decade, no surveillance. 

A silence, a breath, it’s one thing to question orders another to take this step, but…”Shall we go see them?”

Romulus turns a considering gaze on him, thinks for two, three heartbeats and agrees.

Fenrir rips himself out of Beowulf’s hold. “You’re shitting me? You wouldn’t desert?”

“I-” But when it comes down to it…”I would, Fen. We’re…all of us…all of this…It isn’t a good thing, and they…they don’t care about us. They’ll use us up and let us rot.”

“And that’s our purpose! We’re weapons!”

Beowulf snarls himself now. “No. No, you’re more than that! Both of you!”

Fenrir is on his feet now and Beowulf rises to match him. They’ve tussled before, in sparring and rage, strong willed men in too-close quarters, but Beowulf can feel that this will be different. This will be no bloody nose, this will leave one of them broken and bleeding. 

Romulus gets between them. “Come with us,” he urges Fenrir. “You’re my brother too. I won’t leave you.”

“And betray my oaths?”

And in that moment, they might have stayed. Romulus speaks truly. They’re family and Beowulf wouldn’t leave Fenrir to face the Domain alone. He’ll abduct any number of children and burn out the villages of an infinite number of innocents to protect Fenrir, it’s honestly that simple. He sees his truth reflected in Romulus’ eyes. 

One last effort. “Come with us, Fenrir. We need you, too,” but the pleading words already hold a note of surrender, an acknowledgement that they won’t, that they will stay, the remnants of a section until the Domain has no more use to them. 

“I would never-” Fenrir spits out. “I’m not- I’ll see you both in front a firing squad for this.”

Just like that, Beowulf’s heart stops. He would stay at Fenrir’s side, even to death, even to condemnation and execution as a traitor, but not Romulus. Not for the crime of having a family.

They leap forward together, and with two of them they are able to subdue Fenrir and leave him safe and alive and with the majority of their supplies, and they run. 

*

Despite what it costs them, Beowulf is never able to regret not killing him when he had  the chance.     

[starlost-lix]

SKZ 5 STAR COMEBACK THOUGHTS

first, a review of the songs and then my overall thoughts!!

song review

Hall of Fame: from the get go, it establishes the space vibe with the opening tune! a great opening love the galileo and armstrong references etc, although the 'one small step' quote from armstrong, while it does fit the theme, kinda breaks up the song for me so it's not my favourite part. the build up in the prechorus is SO GOOD! the chorus is really punchy and i'm so in love with felix's little rap verse he really does make it iconic.

S-Class: so so so COOL!! the whistling part is so awesome and it starts with guns blazing with changbin's rap. HYUNJIN SLAYED THAT VERSE!! i really love it. all the raps are so good and the serpent road melody is so good?? THIS CHORUS IS HIGHLY ADDICTIVE!! the switch to a slower beat and the hip hop vibe was very unexpected but very welcome :) the buildup to the second chorus is so great omg i love how its the same but different! seungmin was really good in the we're special part ughhhh the dance break slayed so much as well i just have positive things to say about this song except maybe the ending i don't hate but also don't love how it ends

ITEM: GAMER ERA!! it's 'funnily annoying' just like they said in the intro video really does give video game vibes! super addictive and i love the diction as changbin focused on it really levels up the song. ITEM ITEM I ATE THEM PAC MAN!!! han's rap >>> i also like felix's celebrate we gonna elevate line that was so good i ate that shit up. EVERYTHING IS AMAZING NO WORDS!!! the bridge isn't my best but i really like the buildup to the final chorus and it overall slayed so hard. mv maybe?

Super Bowl: omg. literally. i can see how it was meant to be the original gods menu but im glad they saved it for five star because it honestly just fits so much better with this album and it feels a lot more cohesive. ENGLISH SONG KINGS!! every line is just pure mastery ugh i'm so hooked onto this song and the way chan says ruULes like >>>> changbin's rap ughhhhh and then jeongin saying the everything you're craving its all me like TOAST?? BABY BREAD WHO? and then the stunner HELL OF A LINE I KNOW ITS HELLA FINE HELLS KITCHEN TASTING DIVINE!! the backing instrumental is quite simple which works well because the singing isn't overshadowed. never thought i'd live to see the day hanji said 'bussin' but WHO ELSE?? such a killer like omg and then the chorus UGH I DIED the whispering the word play the seductive vibe with the urge to shake my ass off and ugh i can't compute. heyday reference by changbin!!! lee know's prechorus was so good ugh i really would like a mv or smth for this as well. the bridge was really good imo!!! and the transition from the 'bring the rain' to 'cooking up a storm' and having the same semantic field UGHHHH the ending with felix was so fine as well 🤤

TOPLINE (feat.Tiger JK): love love love the instrumental!!! braggadocios as they should be 😤 THE PRECHORUS IS MY LOVE I ADORE IT AN UNGODLY AMOUNT!!! SEUNGMIN'S VOICE!!!!! lmaoooo chan dropping in the 'we don't give a f***' i see now why he was so surprised with the Xdinary Heroes and their supposed uncensored swearing whereas he had to blur it out haha. the chorus DELIVERS! BOM DIGI DIGI BOM BOM BOM BOM! tiger jk is a rlly great rapper and i'm so happy that han gets his dream to rap with him bcs his rap slayed! and then the 'ain't nobody can do it like us' reference to circus!! >>> lee know slayed the second chorus ^^ great song :D the ending was so great <3

DLC: THIS IS SO GREAT!! the instrumental is so nice, a lot lighter than the previous songs and a nice break from the heaviness hehe. the tune is so addictive and i love the SUNRISE part <3. even if the lyrics are a bit sad, as @oh-the-aster-blooms put it, 'sometimes when you are sad, dancing all night sounds better', and i totally agree :) everything just kinda flows so well and their voices work really well together. i really adore i.n's 'run away run away' part my baby has such an angelic voice. the bridge is also cool :)

GET LIT: idk is it just me but for some reason get lit just brings worth it by 5th harmony to mind with the jazzy vibes at the start, but like...better (no offence to 5th harmony) this is such a swag brag song! the raps are so great to start off omg and then the sudden transition to seungmin's beautiful voice ugh THE CHORUS!!!! i love how felix does his line and it drops into the vibe. the next verse is so like subtle brag idk how to explain it but the swerve swerve part> i do feel imo that the bridge is bit disconnected at the beginning but when changbin does his 'speaker' part it flows really well. i like the dance break! it is a bit repetitive but oh well it slays anyways.

Collision: i saw someone somewhere say it was like chill on steroids (idk who u are sorry for not giving credit 🙇‍♀️) and its so true. it really has the same vibe like sad but also like vibey idk i think the instruments help a lot with establishing that mood. vocalracha slayed in this >>> so did hyunjinnie and lee know <;3 babe i loved you that line is so good felix >>> and BANG CHAN IN THE VERSE AFTER THE FIRST CHORUS?? so good ugh its like a rainy day kinda song when u just feel a bit sentimental. also felix and...was it lee know? in the second pre chorus? that sounded so amazing ughhhh i really like that metaphor of crashing its very bittersweet <3 han slayed again

FNF: such a strong start with chan!!! changbin and han's raps were so great and the prechorus was really like heart rending idk thats jsut the power of vocalracha ig and again as @oh-the-aster-blooms and i were discussing the chorus does have a great pace which does give the impression of trying to catch up! it gives off movie soundtrack vibes imo. the way they blended their voices with felix was so cool!! hyunjinnie slayed that rap damn. the bridge was so good as well. the meaning behind this song >>

Youtiful: such a sweet song showing their love for stay! chan's explanation was so TT i love my boys so much the instrumental is so soft and soothing and the lyrics >>> listening to this just made my heart warm. its the audio version of chan's big hug <3 this was a very good song for chan. also seungmin, lee know and i.n as well!! i could listen to my babe jeongin saying 'you are a miracle' for ever. the chorus slaps.

i don't really count these two as part of the album as they were already released/just a translated ver so its a lot briefer

THE SOUND (Korean Ver.): the Japanese version slayed, so does this. i liked how they changed the chorus, and everything just fits well idk sometimes i find the translated versions a bit jarring after being used to the og one but this is really good!

Mixtape: Time Out: so great i just love it sm <333

overall!

such a great album omg. i love all the songs!!! the line count has improved quite a bit (although lino is lacking in some parts) but overall its pretty fair imo factoring the roles different members play. they've definitely shown us a different facet of their music which is so cool and innovative! love love love

ranking

this was so hard omg its going to keep changing but as of right now it is:

ITEM

S CLASS/Super Bowl

TOPLINE/Get Lit

DLC/FNF/Hall of Fame

Collision

Youtiful

as always, every song is amazing and these are my opinions so please respect them! 3RACHA production kings 👑 stream 5 STAR and s-class! yet another amazing comeback <3

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[stuckinthewrongworld]

I was a winner for @DigiAncientCode 's Twitter post I got a few Digis made as a result! They created the first 3 stages for a Mega Digimon I made a while ago. Say hello to Dangomon, Pyonmon, and Usagimon!

Dango comes from the round snacks on a stick that are popular in Japan. PyonPyon is the onomatopoeia for hop. Usagi is the Japanese word for rabbit.

[genork-the-fandork]

Queen

Word Count: 412 Prompt: Other Digi - Er, Kemonogami Featured Characters: Palmon, Biyomon, Patamon, Jijimon (á la Part 4) A/N: Say what you will about Part 4, or the game in general, but the scenes at the amusement park with these three Digimon made me laugh so hard when I first played through them. There's nothing quite like any version of the Three Stooges, even as genuine as these three. This isn't a very serious drabble at all; please take it as a bit of comedy and appreciation for probably the best comedic aspect of the game. @surviveweek

"Those humans are scary," Patamon said, a slight wheeze in its breath as it tried to recover from their retreat. "Maybe we should let Her Majesty handle them?"

"They're no match for her!" Biymon protested, lifting its wings vehemently. "We shouldn't bother her with such a trivial matter."

"We'll have to go back. We've barely begun to fight," Palmon said, a determined look on its face. "If it's for Her Majesty, we can do it!"

Patamon straightened, flexing its paws. "Then let's go chase those intruders away."

Or so they thought.

Not ten minutes later, they were catching their breath again. Those kidnappers were more powerful than they had anticipated. Once again, they were at a loss with how to take care of these intruders. Also, it was becoming embarrassing how easily they were defeated. (Never mind that they had barely used their attacks to fight the angry blond.)

"Perhaps we should tell Her Majesty about them," Biyomon warbled, its breath whistling through its beak.

Patamon sniffed. "Arukenimon sure knows how to pick strong servants."

"Her Majesty could definitely take them," Palmon said thoughtfully. "But I think we should keep fighting them back. We don't want them to find her." It nodded. "Besides, Her Majesty ordered us to eliminate any threats."

"I guess," Biyomon and Patamon mumbled. They didn't seem very convinced.

They were right.

Frankly, this was just humiliating. Patamon looked to be on the verge of tears, and Biyomon didn't seem much happier with these futile attempts to stop the kidnappers. Palmon was just angry.

"We will stop them from reaching Her Majesty. It's our solemn duty to protect her," it announced, pointing up at the castle where the queen resided. "She's counting on us!"

Somehow, that rallied Patamon and Biyomon's fighting spirits. "Yeah!"

From behind a tree, Jijimon chuckled. "Those youngsters sure have a lot of energy," it mused, stroking its beard. "But so loyal to that human child." Another chuckle left the mound of hair that made up its face. "Well, they seem to be having fun. Now what to do about those other children who have come here… Hm…"

It wandered off toward the castle, just in case the other humans landed themselves in a precarious position due to the queen's determination to remain in the park. Not that it could fault her in the slightest.

Knowing what it did about the way human children were often treated in this world, it couldn't blame her at all.