#digimon beanies

[veedramon-beanie]

Finally, my dreams accomplished

After nearly a decade of searching (longer than this blog exists), I have finally gotten the very plush that I never thought I'd own unless I paid some ridiculous amount for it. A plush that was so unobtainable in my eyes that I named my plushie/merch sideblog that I swiftly abandoned after it.

I finally have him. THE Veedramon beanie.

I'm not really on tumblr much anymore, and this blog had been abandoned since long before I left Tumblr, but I thought it'd be worth posting about this man specifically because he's literally my blog's namesake. But, as a bonus, here's my updated group photo of all my Japanese-exclusive beanies! ...yes I lost a Togemon (not actually sure I ever even posted my Togemon here?) but she's in good hands with a good friend of mine!

Now that I have Veedramon and MarineAngemon (and considering I already nabbed Flamedramon and Guilmon along the way) I have to decide what beanies I'm after next. I really didn't expect to complete this goal anytime soon, so there's much to think about!

Best of luck with your own collecting adventures! Never give up on your goals - you never know when a surprising deal might pop up for you!

[toyarchive]

Digimon - Digi Pals - Hawkmon

Features: Is a small beanbag plush with hard plastic eyes.

Size: 14cm long not including head feather (small plush)

Date: 1997

[simplyreiartblog]

Marketable Digimon beanie babies

[lordboop]

"Hackermon" OC beanie commission for ZuckEraz

[jubilines]

follow up to my odaiba day post with the 02 squad!

[kakusu-shipping]

Once again writing mini fics for S/Is I' haven't even posted abouts for but shhh me brain thoughts be rolling. We let them roll.

Forget Me Not

Digimon Adventure Canon non-conforming Self Insert mini fic about Joe and his Mom, me.

"Mom?" Joe swung the door to his apartment open and found no shoes in the entry way.

That wasn't surprising, this time of day his father would be at work, and his mother's caretaker, a nice nursing student who lives in their building named Jim, would be in class.

The schedules should fit perfectly so his mother is never home alone, so he comes home from school just as Jim is leaving for his classes. But then Joe had to be selfish and go on the school trip, worse get sucked into another world.

"Mom?" Joe repeated, a little louder as he closed the door behind him, "It's Joe. I'm home." Joe doubted his mom had remembered he'd gone away to camp so he didn't bother mentioning that he'd come home early. He began searching the apartment's rooms for his mother.

She wasn't in her bedroom, or Joe's, or his father's. She wasn't in the bathroom or the kitchen or the living room. Joe began to worry she'd gone out somewhere, walking the city streets unsupervised. He bit his finger as he paced back into the living room, considering the ramifications of interrupting his dad at work, when he finally found her.

"Mom!" Joe spoke louder than he meant to, though he knew he wasn't supposed to shout around his mother, as he pulled the door to the balcony open. He grabbed her arm tight, in a way that would usually startle her terribly, and was surprised to find her stock still, staring over the city.

"Mom, sorry I'm a little late, but I'm home now..." Joe started, trailing off when he was the dull look in his mom's usually shining brown eyes, "Mom...?"

She looked to him, her face blank, her stare empty, and spoke in a confused tone, "Who... are you...?"

Joe sat up from his sleeping position, quickly slapping both hands over his mouth to muffle his own panic. His body shook as his eyes quickly searched his surrounding area.

Around him were trees and dirt and a lake and his friends and their digimon, all comfortably sleeping on the ground, using their arms and rocks and tree roots as pillows. He was still in the Digital World.

Joe cautiously released his hands from his mouth and took a shaking breath, pulling his knees to his chest. He counted quietly to himself his friends, their names, and their Digimon, one by one.

"Joe?" Gomamon whispered with a yawn, pulling himself out of the emergency food ration bag, "What are you doing...?"

"Nothing." Joe spoke as quiet and evenly as he could, which wasn't much of either, and pulled his knees tighter to his chest, "Go back to sleep."

Gomamon did not go back to sleep and instead pulled himslef over to Joe with another yawn, laying his head on the kid's thigh, "Sure don't sound like nothin'"

"doesn't sound like nothing." Joe corrected, loosening his hold on his knees to let Gomamon on his lap, "...I'm keeping tally.."

"Tally?"

"Of everyone in our group."

"Why?"

Joe hesitated answering that for a moment, adjusting Gomamon to sit upright on his lap, knees still bent.

"So I don't forget them..."

Gomamon tilted his head, "How could you forget them, you're all friends and you spend every day together?"

"I know," Joe gave a weak chuckle, "It's irrational, stupid... It just makes me feel better..."

"Why are you really counting, Joe?" Gomamon asked in that way that Digimon seem to do when they know the answer, but know you don't, or if you do you don't want to talk about it. Joe had seen Palmon and Gabumon do so before, though he was sure it flew over Mimi and Matt's heads.

He didn't really consider himself smarter than them for catching this quick in their partners, just part of being older, of being raised by his father.

Joe sighed, maybe it would be nice to tell someone, and who better than Gomamon? ...Well lots of people better than Gomamon, but none here right now.

"You know how we were all talking about Highton View Terrace, the apartment we all lived at and saw that big Digimon fight four years ago?"

Gomamon nodded, "Uh-huh?"

"Well, just before that happened, my mom and I were out getting groceries to make dinner. We ate really late back then because my dad came home from work late and he wanted us to eat all together as a family."

"So your mom saw the fight too?"

Joe shook his head, "No she...." Joe pulled his knees closer, squishing Gomamon into his chest, "I don't remember it well but... my mom got hurt right at the start of the fight... really badly... protecting me from falling debris..."

Joe started to tear up. He quickly whipped his glasses off and rubbed his eyes harshly.

"E-Ever sense then she's- She hasn't been the same. She struggles to remember things, and she's always stumbling and dr-dropping stuff. She can't cook anymore, she can't use ch-chopsticks she-"

Gomamon's paws pulled Joe's arm from his eyes, tears streamed down his cheeks. Gomamon very gently wiped them with his claws.

Joe sniffled, "I'm scared, Gomamon... Wh..What if I finally get home and... my mom she..... she doesn't... remember me?"

"That won't happen, Joe, you're her son. She has to remember you." Gomamon smiled, wrapping his paws around Joe's neck in a hug, "You're super memorable too, cause you're such a worry-wort, and really caring and considerate, and really loud. It'd be hard to forget you even if you were apart for years."

Joe hugged tightly onto Gomamon, burring his face in the Digimon's shoulder. He sniffled, "Thanks, Gomamon..."

"Mom?" Joe swung the door to his apartment open and found no shoes in the entry way.

He shouldered off the bag he'd stored Gomamon in and took off his shoes before entering, "Mom? Jim? I'm home early from camp.... Dad?"

Joe paced the apartment as Gomamon wiggled himself free of the emergency ration bag, finding no one inside. Joe considered maybe Jim had taken his mom on a walk, or his dad had taken her to work with him.

By the time Joe paced himself back into the living room Gomamon had joined him. "Is that her?" He asked, gesturing his paw to the open balcony door where a woman with short white hair stood in a dull orange sweater and loose lounge pants.

Joe froze, staring at his mother's back on the balcony. The fear of being forgotten resurfaced, fear worse than any digimon had brought out of him yet. He gripped tightly on the front of his sweater vest, head racing.

He needed a plan. He needed to approach her in a non threatening way just encase she has forgotten, and he needed to stay between her and the phone to keep her from panic calling someone encase she thinks he broke into the house, and he needs to be able to get himself and Gomamon back out the door quickly to wait for his dad to come home, and he needs somewhere he can call his friends should anything about the eighth child come up and and they need to reach him, and-

"HI THERE MRS. JOE'S MOM I'M GOMAMON!"

Gomamon shouted as he launched himself across the floor at Joe's mother, who turned at the sound of his voice and just managed to catch him.

"G-Gomamon you can't startle her like that- M-Mom I'm so sorry about-" Joe fumbled to follow after Gomamon, reaching to take the digimon from his mother in a panic.

"Joe-Bean!" Joe's mom's eyes were a chocolate brown that shined almost red in the sun, even behind her thick glasses her excitement at seeing her son shone brightly. She quickly pulled the boy into a tight, squeezing hug, "Welcome home, Beanie! I missed you so much~" She cooed.

"O-Oh-!" Joe felt himself tear up, pressed against his mother and Gomamon, forgotten in her arms, "I... I missed you too, mom." He sniffed, hugging his mother back.

"'Beanie'?" Gomamon teased. Joe flushed and pushed himself out of his mother's hug, wiping his eyes before leading his mom back inside the apartment and closing the balcony door behind them.

His mom seemed surprised to realize she was holding Gomamon in her embrace along with her son, "Oh? What a cute friend you've brought back from camp, Beanie." She cooed, holding the Digimon out before her, "And what's your name, munchkin?"

"I'm Gomamon! It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Joe's Mom."

Joe's mom giggled, "You can just call me Emile, Gomamon. It's nice to meet you too." Emile watched as Joe walked into the kitchen, splashing water onto his face, "Beanie Baby your daddy left a voicemail for you for when you got back from camp."

"Okay," Joe called from the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and putting his glasses back on as he came back into the living room where his mom now sat on the floor with Gomamon on her lap, happily scratching at him like he were a cat.

Joe smiled and joined his mom on the floor, "I missed you..." He repeated as he leaned on her shoulder. His mother smiled and hugged him close.

"I missed you too, Joe-Bean."

The three sat on the tatami flooring the rest of the afternoon, as Joe told his mom everything about the Digital World, with Gomamon adding in a few quips here and there as well. Unsurprisingly, his mother believed every word, oohing and aahing at all the suspense and adventure he'd been on, praising him for being so brave and grown up, and cheering at the triumphant battles.

Joe wasn't sure how much of these stories she'd remember the next day, but he'd be happy to tell her them again. It helped him to remember them as well.

[vhvrs]

violet is kindve fun

[rockthistowninsideout]

In truth, the rule of Princess Mimi had begun long ago. It was tough to pinpoint an exact date, but Jou’s rough estimate put it around six years prior, during lazy summer evenings as the fireflies came out, a time when there was little else to do but indulge the daydreams of whimsical little girls who wore too much pink, and whose laughter made flowers grow.

Jou Joins Everyone at the Onsen Like He Should Have Anyway by @fizzingwizard

princess ⭐ mimi

[beanietopia]

your boyfriend satoru meant the absolute world to you. he was sweet, always spoiled you, and not to mention a huge fucking nerd.

you’ve always found yourself attracted to the introverted types that looked like they have never even spoken to a girl, and that was your man. the first night you met you let him speak to you about his favorite digivolutions for what seemed like two hours. he was a total social pariah, but you found that endearing about him. no one ever understood how satoru was able to bag a fine girl like you, but there was a secret the both of you kept from everyone else.

satoru was obsessed with porn, and he wanted to try everything he learned on you.

it didn’t help that satoru was also a bit of an attention whore at the same time, his twitter account having amassed hundreds of thousands of followers from the content he posted on there. at first he started by just reposting porn he found on the timeline, and before you two became a thing he tweeted the filthiest things he wanted to do to and with his future girlfriend. how lucky he was to have you fall in his lap soon after that! you instilled a confidence in him that he didn’t have before meeting you, and once you learned about his twitter you actually encouraged him to post more. aren’t you such an angel?

sex with satoru was always exciting. he knew how to switch things up in the bedroom, all thanks to his “gooner” fanbase, he likes to call them. he had to practically beg you to start filming whenever you two fucked, and how could you say no when he was whining your name so desperately like that? to satoru, fucking you was like breathing in air—he had to do it or he’d die. you couldn’t even worry about his phone recording the two of you, you were all too focused on the crown of white hair that was now nestled in between your legs.

satoru was obsessed with eating you out. he told you one of his favorite categories of porn to watch was men eating pussy, and he wanted to show you what he learned. this man had your legs folded up to your chest as he devoured you, his tongue lapping up your juices while trying not to lose himself too soon. “taste s’good baby..” he moans, chuckling to himself as you fight to squirm away from his hold. sometimes his glasses would slide down too much and he’d just throw them somewhere, which he always ended up regretting later. “you’re not going anywhere,” he warns once he comes up for air, spitting directly on to your pussy before sucking your clit between his lips. he got so messy with it, too. spreading his saliva all over your inner thighs as he made out with your lips, gently tugging them between his teeth. he could spend the whole day kissing every crevice of your body. well, almost the entire day. he still had to play digimon. 

and there’s nothing more that satoru wants than for you to cum on his tongue. after all the work he put in to make you see stars, why would he let the bedsheets get rewarded for all his hard work? he needs to literally be shoved off your pussy to get him to stop, which gets you met with his pouty lips and petulant stare. 

remember how you forgot that he was recording? right, now he’s showing you the video while already thinking of the caption he’d post along with it to his twitter account. of course you two went viral, being shared and reloaded by hundreds of porn accounts on the site. since then, your pervy boyfriend’s been asking you to record more of your intimate moments. 

you’re no better than him, though. you keep saying yes.

can you BELIEVE it guys 2 posts in one weekend i'm really hitting my stride.. anyways to that one anon who wanted me to make porn!addicted jjk to a series YOU WIN.. until i get another idea to write for .. also should i make a taglist idk how to go about that but anyway i got work soon beanie out xoxo

@gojoscinnamonroll @webism @yemmuis @xxsapphirescrollsxx

[jue-jack]

hi guys, so hear me out, YOUR plushies DRAWN by me jue the cool shrew guy!!!!!, pls DM me here!!!!! on tumblr!!!! (but please read the details and stuff first) PLEASE MESSAGE ME BEFORE PAYING ME

33$ + COLOR & SHADE!!!! written details and rules below

will draw: Animals (including insects), Monsters, Beanie Babies (or ty brand in general, webkins, Jellycats, Teddy Bears, Clowns and robots as long as they are soft, (with soft faces) and soft face dolls like rag dolls (not listed but WILL draw: tamagotchi type guys, and original characters that are plushies that fall into these catagories)

please no:

Pokemon, Digimon, anime plushies, too much clothes!!!

will be done in 2 months time (probably sooner but i need time to avoid burnout) PLEASE MESSAGE ME BEFORE PAYING ME, I have to be able to draw the subject before i can agree, if i find out i can't draw the subject i will either ask for another plushie to be drawn or i will refund, i will not refund an already finished drawing, i need to be able to draw my own poses, pls take note of my style i do not draw anything EXACT, print only for personal use and not sale, I do not give my consent for my art to be used in AI training, or for NFTS

i receive payments first before i even start on my drawings, pls DM me here!!!!! on tumblr!!!! i go through kofi for payment. pls mention this post to me in DMs so i know you're not a bot thank you !!!! :3

here is my kofi!!!!! https://ko-fi.com/juenavei of course feel free to ask if you have any questions in direct messages here on tumblr do not send queries as an ask

[seventeenlovesthree]

Digimon Adventure Reboot Sequel AU - Chapter 4: You'd Tell Me About It, Right?

Summary: Taichi had hoped that playing football with Sora would cheer him up, helping him forget all his recent troubles. What starts out as comforting chatter eventually turns into unresolved anxiety on Taichi's behalf though. He ends up asking himself - how can you miss someone so badly, even though that person is right in front of you…?

Chapter list: [Prologue] [0] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

Resources: [Concept] [Designs] [First Idea] [Playlist] [Ao3]

Word Count: 1866

Shortly after the disruption, Taichi received a message. This time on his phone instead of the Digivice. Unbeknownst to him, the power shortage had only lasted a mere minute, so when Takeru simply apologized for the sudden end of the call, he didn’t give it a second thought.

However, he felt uneasy nevertheless.

While the dreams had been less persistent in the past few days, the sudden - albeit short - headache worried him. This hadn’t happened before - and thus, Taichi’s instincts told him to ignore it, once again.

Suppress. Conceal. Move on. 

That was the only strategy he was familiar with and through the course of the entire week, he had been looking forward to meeting Sora today. Never had he craved this kind of distraction more than he did right now; catching up on what had kept her away from the pitch lately, hearing her ramble about her mother. Just lighthearted, comforting chatter and the satisfying sensation of the perfect pass landing inside the goal as they were outrunning the other kids in the park with ease…

So as Taichi caught Agumon and Piyomon playing ball with children around the age of ten or so from the corner of his eye while keeping himself warm by stretching, he couldn’t help but smile. 

“What are you grinning about?”, Sora asked, not any less smiley, as she kicked her own football in the air repeatedly, keeping it up for as long as she could. 

“I’m absolutely not grinning about you wearing shorts in early March…”, he replied, grinning even broader as she tugged on said shorts.

“It’s just because I can’t run well in joggers like you… If this gives me a speed advantage, I’m enduring the cold gladly!” 

“Even if your mom hates it?”

“Even if my mom hates it!”

Seeing Sora so enthusiastic always managed to cheer Taichi up. And he was certain that she did freeze to some degree. Even if her partner was a flaming bird akin to her own fiery attitude, the thick sweater and the beanie were still a huge give-away. He may have found it a little endearing too…

“She already started asking if I wanted to make some flower pieces for this Summer’s exhibition”, Sora continued, “And… Honestly, do you think Hikari-chan might be interested to do it in my place?”

Taichi just shrugged. 

“Beats me. I could see her being interested in the event, but… I don’t think she’s into flower arrangement itself? You gotta ask her that yourself.”

Listening patiently, Sora sighed deeply and picked up the football with both hands. 

“You’re right, I’ll do that”, she said, looking a little lost in thought as small clouds of air escaped her open lips. For a few moments, there was nothing but silence. Comfortable silence.

Or so Taichi had thought.

“Can I… Ask you another thing?”

While her voice sounded unsure, he just continued stretching his legs.

“Sure, shoot.”

 “Why did you ask me about meeting Yamato the other day?”

With that, Taichi immediately stopped stretching and raised his gaze quickly. That was another thing he had completely forgotten about… Another of his mental fall-outs and he cursed himself for having been so careless, blabbering mindlessly.

“Huh? Oh, that”, he stuttered, nervously scratching his neck, trying to play it as cool as he could. “Dunno, I was just… Taking a wild guess.”

“A wild guess?” Sora raised both eyebrows. “But… Why exactly?”

‘Because I had a dream about you going out with Yamato and you were looking at me as if you felt bad for not telling me and my weird brain confused that with reality, but I can’t possibly tell you that!’, Taichi screamed internally, thoughts going around in circles. 

Knowing his friends the way he did… He was certain he would have noticed if something as crucial as that had changed between them. At least to some capacity, even if Yamato was rarely in Tokyo and mainly stuck around during their digital adventures, maybe during vacation time. Although he wouldn’t have described Sora and Yamato as visibly close… Perhaps they had been texting in private? Wasn’t it normal to be curious, to care about your friends like that?

His dream self, on the other hand, didn’t seem that confident about the whole thing though. 

In fact, Taichi couldn’t tell who exactly had begun to keep whom at arm’s length first, but he felt a distance between his dream self and “the other Sora”. And he didn’t understand how that was even possible. He himself had always been close with her after all, always had made sure to stay in touch, in and after school, through football, while gate-hopping… 

“Well…”, he eventually found the courage to talk again, even though the words were coming out on autopilot. “If there was ever someone you liked, you’d tell me about it, right?”

As soon as he had ended the sentence, the football slipped out of Sora’s hands and hit the ground, causing a loud bouncing sound that attracted even the attention of their Digimon partners.

“What?!”, she screeched, her face basically matching the colour of her hair. “Where did THAT come from all of the sudden?!”

That was when Taichi knew that he had placed his bets on the wrong horse. 

“Just, like, hypothetically!”, he responded in kind, raising both arms in self defense - and that seemed to calm her down, fortunately. Meanwhile, both Agumon and Piyomon eyed them curiously.

“We’ve never… Talked about stuff like that before though…”

Taichi couldn’t have agreed more, topics like these were foreign territory to him and he felt the awkwardness in her tone right in his bones. Nevertheless, deep down inside, he couldn’t shake the thought that he had to dig deeper here. In the end, it was an important subject and he couldn’t fumble again. 

“I know, I know, I just meant… We can tell each other everything, right?”

Pulling himself together as much as he could, he showed her a gentle, encouraging smile.

The look she returned was mellow and… Almost a little sad. 

“... Can we, Taichi? Can you tell me what’s going on inside your head as of late?”

Hearing that, his stomach dropped and the smile disappeared. This was not how he had envisioned things to go. Sure, he could have guessed it, but - just like with the headache, Taichi had hoped everything would go away if he just… Ignored it hard enough. 

Scratching his neck once more, he sat down on a park bench nearby, avoiding her eyes.

“... I don’t know what you mean…”

A ruffling movement next to him told him that Sora had taken a seat beside him. Squeezing her cold legs together, creating a squishy sound. Waiting, giving him time to breathe. 

“Koushirou-kun, Mimi-chan and I, we’re… We’re worried about you”, she said softly. Quietly, as if to contemplate every single word carefully. “It feels like you’re dealing with something all by yourself, but I have no idea what it is. I can’t even explain it.”

Still looking strictly into the opposite direction, he eventually saw Agumon sneaking into his vision, sitting down on his other side of the bench. Big, green eyes an honest mirror to the thunderstorm that raged inside his stomach.

“Taichi…” Agumon’s voice sounded just as gentle as Sora’s. “Why aren’t you trying to tell her?” 

Then he felt a hand touching his own. And even through the cold, he felt her warmth seeping through. Just like Mimi, just like Jyou before.

“Yes, please!” There it was again - Sora’s enthusiasm he usually adored to the core. Right now, it caused his head to hurt again. “What’s tormenting you so much?”

There was a hasty urge in his gut to reach out to her. Lift his hand in return, as if to prevent her from vanishing right in front of him if he didn’t answer immediately. What had happened, why did he feel so anxious? Did his dream self… Lose Sora in some way, shape or form at some point? Not to Yamato or anything like that, not at all. If she had told him about it, he always would have had her back, their backs, no matter what.

But… He vaguely remembered the sensation of dread and fear in front of an electrical fence all over again. Yet, there was something else. An unnecessary fight, weird secrecy. A hairclip, a tennis dress, tears. 

Regardless of what he tried - he didn’t recognize her. Just like he didn’t recognize himself anymore. Wrath was suddenly rising, accompanying the sharp pain in his skull, blinding his view.

“I can’t!” It bursted out of him and he stood up abruptly. “I wish I could, but you wouldn’t understand! Heck, you should get angry with me, shout at me, call me stupid, anything!”

He didn’t realize what he was rambling about. Incredible guilt creeped up right into his chest. How could his other self have let it slide like that? How could he have lost someone as amazing as Sora, someone so dear to him to time so easily? And how could he miss someone so terribly even though that person was right in front of him…?

“I… I just can’t mess this up, not again.”

Turning around to finally face Sora, he felt even more awful - because she actually seemed startled by his behaviour, looking at him with wide eyes. He couldn’t blame her for that. Nothing about this made any sense.

“You’ve never messed up anything and I’m not gonna call you stupid either…”

Even her attempt at comforting him didn’t reach through to him. He felt weirdly light, as if he wasn’t in control of his own body any longer.

“Maybe that’s the problem… Because I am stupid. Or was… I don’t know.”

Perhaps the only way he could keep everyone else safe - and himself from losing his sanity - was to keep a distance after all. The fear of losing those most important to him didn’t matter if he could ensure to protect them instead. How ironic…

‘Maybe I’m just… Wrong’, he mused to himself with a weary smile - only for the beeping sound of his phone to rip him back into the present.

“Hello Taichi-san, it appears we have a problem. Digital signs and public electronics are going haywire, especially large billboards and security cameras. I don’t know what sort of Digimon is causing this, but it looks like they may be looking for someone. If this is getting through to you, please get in touch.”

He absolutely didn’t want to get in touch with Koushirou right now, not in the state he was in. But the possibility of having to fight in the network at least gave him a glimpse of hope. Even if he was wrong - maybe he could at least be useful. And he wouldn’t drag Sora down with himself - not like that.

“Sorry, I gotta go, something came up… Agumon, lunch will have to wait a little longer today”, Taichi said, still forcing a smile, rushing towards his bike with Agumon following hesitantly. Without looking back. 

He didn’t hear the desperate “Taichi, wait!” anymore.

[ayukaze]

Came across a tweet by an anime screenwriter about how he had recently worked on a script for a Chinese stage play adaptation of Digimon Adventure which opened in Shanghai this week.

He shared a few photos from the opening in Shanghai.

Did some digging around and found captures from the play itself posted by the production company on Weibo.

Set and costume design for a show like Digimon can be extremely difficult to replicate in stage plays but they've done such a good job at it!

Source: HappyKids Company on Weibo

The actors who are part of the cast also uploaded photos on their Weibo accounts. I won't share them all here, since I am not familiar with the etiquette for reposting celebrity pictures from Chinese social media posts on other sites. I'll add the photos shared by Official accounts that I could find, and some generic watermarked photos from the cast accounts which I will link at the bottom of the post.

Character profiles shared by Shonen Jump's Weibo Account.

Toei's Weibo account shared similar profiles but in case of Jou and Takeru they went for different poses.

Play captures shared by Bandai Namco's Weibo account.

These were shared by Yamato's actor. There are more pics of them in character here 😍

These were shared by Hikari's actor. There are more pics of them in character here (Mimi is there too!)

Merch being sold at the screening includes some cute stickers, some figurines and what seem to be matching Digi beanies for you and your cat!

Sorry for such a long post and intensive photo dump. I just feel so comforted by China's passion to keep the love for og Digimon Adventure alive, always perks up my mood when they come out with new content!

[cunked]

i love you littlest pet shop i love you sylvanian families i love you tamagotchi i love you jewel pets i love you my little pony i love you care bears i love you neopets i love you furbies i love you beanie babies i love you pokemon i love you digimon i love you animal crossing

[nami-moittli]

More Digitwst! Ortho Shroud stuff (this post is technically like. Months old, I only just got around to finishing it)

Some notes about her under the cut:

She is an AI created by her brother (Idia). She interacts with her brother through an app that he made in the Net Ocean (appmon influence lol) she spends most of her time in the Digital World though. The upper left drawing is meant to represent that. Idia is looking in on her through his tablet, and Ortho Shroud feels small in comparison (there is so much going on with them lol)

Due to (my headcanons of) digimon/digital world customs, if you introduce yourself as something, then that’s what you’re called. Nicknames and shortening of names is only for close friends/partners or family, otherwise it’s seen as rude. As Ortho Shroud introduces herself with her full name, that’s what I will refer to this AU’s version of her as

The full body drawing is of her design once she joins the main group, being this “season’s” 6th ranger character for the main cast of freshman. All of them are 12 in this AU however,to better fall into digimon’s usual age group. For the anime at least. As for notes on her actual design, I was inspired by that one time twst was promoting some merch, and had all the characters dressed up in the tee shirts they were selling. Here’s the picture of what I’m talking about:

Ortho Shroud has a very similar top to this, the only real difference is the sleeves being shorter and the waistband sectioning her shirt. This creates the added effect of making it look kinda like she’s wearing a skirt, which I think deserves! Tbh I’m not entirely sure on the colors of her mask, I just know I wanted it to have those cyan accents. Same with the shoes, I wanted to give her some pink on her design and felt like those would be a good place for it, but idk. If I color her again, I’ll probably play around with that some more. I also decided to give her some LED bracelets, of which can change colors! This girl is Glow In The Dark. Her waistband also has her name written on it in the Latin alphabet of Digimoji, the writing system of the digital world.

Everyone in the main cast lives in the Ramshackle Mansion, and so the sign is the one she made to put outside of her door! Also, no ships will be made canon in this AU, but I thought it would be cute if Ortho Shroud had a crush on this AU’s version of Yuu. I think it could be made into a running gag that Yuu and Grim have no fucking clue about it while everyone else just pities her for falling for the only one who doesn’t realize Ortho Shroud’s crush on her. (Everyone agrees that if they were in Ortho Shroud’s shoes they probably also would’ve fallen for/developed an attachment to Yuu, based on sexuality and all, but feel bad that somehow Yuu hasn’t noticed the multitude of times the tips of Ortho Shroud’s hair goes punk when around them. The reason for this crush is because Yuu was the one to save her from letting the underworld take her when she falls in) (Yes, Yuu is the one who jumps in in this AU, not Vil, as 1) Vil isn’t here and 2) Grim also fell in. Like hell (heh) Yuu’s not going to do anything about that)

The comic is just a silly joke that perhaps only I find funny, about the design of most female presenting Digimon and the fact that Ortho never actually wears clothes, just different gears (like for real. Why are we seeing her ribs and stuff? I know that naturally skinny people exist, I’m one of them, but either she’s not wearing clothes or they’re so tight that you can see that. It’s fine cause she’s a robot, but I thought it’d be funny to draw attention to in this way)

Also the eye mask version of her design is a beanie and she lets her hair down. She’s also able to eat even though she doesn’t need to if she has a mouth, because everything is made of data. She’s also able would not be able to eat analog world food because it’s made of DNA and not 1s and 0s. Good thing she can’t go to the analog world ig?

And finally the drawing at the bottom is her when she just started out at STYX, young, naïve, non sentient, and then there’s a picture of her after she’s worked at STYX for who knows how long. Transitioning helped, but the weight of time still exists

Anyways, hope y’all liked this and my ramblings!

[digi-tama-in-your-pocket]

I got Mametchi in the mail today... and with that, I have the FULL SET of Gen 1 and Gen 2 Tamagotchi cybies from the 90's, if you don't know, these are a bit like beanie babies, which were also wildly popular at the time, there were a lot of imitators. I had some Nintendo, Banjo Kazooie, and Pokemon beanie dolls. Still have some of them even.

It's interesting to me that all of them are based on their USA artwork, but Mametchi is colored to match his Japanese artwork, however, each character has a tag that has their stock artwork on it, and Mametchi used his light blue USA colors. Wonder what was up with that?

I know there are also Tamagotchi Angel cybies, but every listing for them is like over 100 dollars for one doll, so i'm not even going to bother.

Also there was Digimon cybies in the works but it sadly seems like they got cancelled. What a shame, I would have ate them up.