#the young hunters who leapt through time

[izzyizumi]

m E: *TAKES DEEP brEATH* ME: I LOV- anyone who has spent five seconds around me ever: yes, you love DIGIMON XROS WARS, we get it okay, you love *XROS WARS*, /XROS WARS/ *HAS BEEN* a Brightest f*CKING Starshine in your LIFE, you f*cking ADORE{/D} IT {/SINCE THE 1ST EP?-}, yes okay yes, you love XROS WARS!!!, HOW many times are we gonna go through this, yOU F*CKING LOVE XROS WARS ACTUALLY AND *IT'S OK FOR YOU, AS A "DIGIMON FAN", TO /LOVE/ OR EVEN JUST PLAIN ENJOY THE XROS WARS SERIES AND CHARACTERS* EVEN IF THE SERIES HAS LONG SINCE "FINISHED"!!!!

[animated-character-of-the-day]

Today’s character of the day is: Yolei Inoue aka Miyako Inoue from Digimon 

[timelessanimo]

Tagiru from Guiding Lights lol

Lineart lololo

[wild-battlebond]

old XWH Nene redesign. a bunch of yellow tossed in to represent sparrowmon + the orange vest (plus slightly warmer color scheme overall) is meant to show her ties to xros heart.

[scrubf1re]

Yeah I don't really have anything new or interesting to say about hunters other than it's a pretty big downgrade in comparison to the previous two xros wars seasons... and the worst sequel series the anime has made... and so far the worst episodic season of digimon (though there's only two of those so far with the other one being ghost game).

[digimonarchive]

Digimon in all animated media - Anime, Movies and OVA

1st pic = Digimon Adventure anime (Japan: March 7, 1999 - March 26, 2000; USA: August 14, 1999 - June 24, 2000)

2nd pic = Digimon Adenture 02 anime (Japan: April 2, 2000 - March 25, 2001; USA: August 19, 2000 - May 19, 2001)

3rd pic = Digimon Tamers anime (Japan: April 1, 2001 - March 31, 2002; USA: September 1, 2001 - June 8, 2002)

4th pic = Digimon Frontier anime (Japan: April 7, 2002 - March 30, 2003; USA: September 9, 2002 - July 14, 2003)

5th pic = Digimon Savers / Data Squad anime (Japan: April 2, 2006 – March 25, 2007; USA: October 1, 2007 - November 2, 2008)

6th pic = Digimon Xros Wars / Fusion anime (Japan: July 6, 2010 - March 25, 2012; USA: September 7, 2013 - August 16, 2015)

7th pic = Digimon Xros Wars: The Evil Death Generals and the Seven Kingdoms anime (a.k.a Digimon Xros Wars part 2) (Japan: April 3, 2011 - September 25, 2011; USA: March 8, 2015 - August 16, 2015) **

8th pic = Digimon Xros Wars: The Young Hunters Who Leapt Through Time anime (a.k.a Digimon Xros Wars Hunters or Digimon Xros Wars part 3) (Japan: October 2, 2011 - March 25, 2012) ***

9th pic = Digimon Adventure Tri OVA (Japan: November 21, 2015 - May 5, 2018; USA: September 15, 2016 - September 20, 2018)

10th pic = Digimon Universe Appli Monsters anime (a.k.a Appmon) (Japan: October 1, 2016 - September 30, 2017)

11th pic = Digimon Adventure: (a.k.a Digimon Adventure 2020 or Digimon Adventure reboot) (Japan: April 5, 2020 - September 26, 2021; USA: November 19, 2022 - April 13, 2023)

12th pic = Digimon Ghost Game (Japan: October 3, 2021 - March 26, 2023)

13th pic = Digimon Adventure (Movie) short film (Japan: March 6, 1999; USA: October 6, 2000 as the first segment part of Digimon The Movie)

14th pic = Digimon Adventure: Our War Game! movie (Japan: March 4, 2000; USA: October 6 2000 as the second segment part of Digimon The Movie)

15th pic = Digimon Adventure 02: Vol. 1: Digimon Hurricane Landing!/Vol. 2: Transcendent Evolution! The Golden Digimentals movie (a.k.a Digimon Adventure 02 Vol 1 and 2) (Japan: July 8, 2000; USA: October 6, 2000 as the third segment part of Digimon The Movie) ****

16th pic = Digimon Adventure 02: Diablomon Strikes Back / Digimon: Revenge of Diaboromon movie (Japan: March 3, 2001; USA: August 5, 2005)

17th pic = Digimon Tamers: The Adventurers' Battle / Digimon: Battle of Adventurers movie (Japan: July 14, 2001; USA: October 16, 2005)

18th pic = Digimon Tamers: The Runaway Digimon Express / Digimon: Runaway Locomon movie (Japan: March 2, 2002; USA: October 2, 2005)

19th pic = Digimon Frontier: Revival of the Ancient Digimon!! / Digimon: Island of Lost Digimon movie (Japan: July 20, 2002; USA: October 23, 2005)

20th pic = Digital Monster X-evolution movie (Japan: January 3, 2005; USA: August 1, 2020)

21st pic = Digimon Savers The Movie: Ultimate Power! Activate Burst Mode!! movie (Japan: December 9, 2006)

22nd pic = Digimon Adventure 3D: Digimon Grandprix! short film OVA (Japan: July 20, 2000)

23rd pic = Digimon Savers 3D: The Digital World in Imminent Danger! short film OVA (Japan: July 8, 2006)

24th pic = Digimon Adventure 20th Anniversary Memorial Story Project OVA short films (Japan: November 22 2019 - December 25, 2020)

25th pic = Digimon Adventure: Last Evolution Kizuna movie (Japan: February 21, 2020; USA: September 29, 2020)

26th pic = Digimon Adventure 02: The Beginning movie (Japan: October 5, 2023; USA: November 8, 2023)

** This is the 2nd part of Digimon Xros Wars saga with Taiki, Kiriha and Nene on their adventure while Akari and Zenjirou are left out.

*** This is the 3rd part of Digimon Xros Wars saga with Tagiru, Yuu and Taiki as the protagonists. This 3rd part has the overly long title so we fans prefer to call it 'Digimon Xros Wars: Hunters' or 'Digimon Young Hunters'.

**** Yes, this movie has an overly long title. I had a hard time deciding whether to highlight it in bold or not.

Happy Digimon Day!

[go-go-devil]

I tried to give enough variety here without the number of options seeming too overwhelming, honing in on what I feel are the most widely regarded anime films from the 80's-00's (though the realization that these 2000's films are now "vintage" is making me feel old -_-)

Believe me, there's a TON more I wanted to add to the poll, particularly some family films since this list is admittedly dominated by young adult/mature movies, but figured they'd be doomed to receive less votes from being too obscure for westerners compared to the others on here

The lack of any Ghibli films is very much due to the fact that films by that studio are so widely known that they ALWAYS get the most votes on these anime film polls, so I deliberately excluded them to give these other amazing films a chance to win ✨

[sergeantsporks]

Writing Request!

Hunter gets adopted by direwolves.

Sorry.

Hunter plucked a twig out of his hair. “No—you’re fine. I should have known better than to take a new palisman for a flight right away. Stupid of me to think I was experienced enough it wouldn’t be a problem, huh?”

He’d seen enough palisman awakenings to know that what Dell called their “teething power” was unpredictable, and they weren’t used to flight right away. He’d given the advice countless times—give them a second to figure out flight themselves before you hop on the staff. He’d also watched his advice be immediately ignored by countless young witches who wanted nothing more than to share first flight with their palisman, and had done the exact same thing he just had, shooting off erratically into the sky and crash-landing.

Despite the crash, despite the long trench he and his new palisman had left in the forest, Hunter’s body buzzed with excitement, with exhilaration. She’d woken up—and she was beautiful. He reached up to touch Waffles’ face, half expecting this whole thing to be a dream. But she was real and solid underneath his fingers, and he couldn’t help but let out a whoop of happiness.

He was answered with a mournful howl.

Hunter shut his mouth, falling instantly into survival mode. He teleported to the top of a tree, crouching silently in the branches and waiting, watching the forest carefully. A minute ticked by. Then two. He might as well have been part of the tree; he didn’t move a muscle. The howling didn’t start again, but Hunter’s ears twitched, picking up a pained yip, and snuffles. He leapt carefully to the next tree, barely shaking the branch when he landed. Then to the next, and the next, until finally, he found the source of the howling and snuffling. A direwolf pup crouched in the forest, one of its six legs caught in a steel trap.

Hunter’s breath caught in his throat. Seeing a direwolf pup in the wild was rare—mostly because the packs guarded their young jealously, and the majority of those who did stumble upon a wild direwolf pup were quickly ripped to shreds.

But this one didn’t seem to have the rest of its pack. It snuffled and whined, alone in the trap. Hunter watched for a few more minutes, waiting to see if the rest of the pack would give itself away. When the forest showed no signs of movement, he leapt down, landing softly on the ground and approaching the pup slowly.

“Shshsh, I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmured, “I’m here to help.”

It was startling how similar direwolves looked to the pictures he’d seen of human realm wolves. He supposed that was where one or the other had gotten its name. Aside from the extra set of legs, and the tusk-like fangs that curved from its lower jaw, this pup could have jumped right off of his T-shirt.

Hunter examined the trap. It was a fairly simple model—he poked the trap demon in the eye, and it let go, glaring at him. Hunter gently lifted the pup out of the trap, glaring right back at the trap. It was small, far too small to catch a full-sized direwolf. Either the trap had been meant for something else, or poachers were after the pups for exotic pets.

Heavy teeth sank into Hunter’s arm, but the puppy didn’t have the bite force to actually break skin. Hunter lifted his arm up to look the dangling pup in the eye. “Stop that,” he commanded the puppy sternly, “I can’t bandage your leg if you’re chewing on my arm.”

To his surprise, the pup let go. Hunter rummaged through his apron pockets, pulling out a pair of heavy gloves he used to handle some of the more clawed palisman. He mentally kicked himself for not using them earlier, but better late than never. He didn’t have bandages with him, but his polishing cloth was better than nothing. He tied it swiftly around the pup’s injured leg, just the right tightness to stem the bleeding. As thanks, the pup bit him again, with no effect on his gloves. This time, it was easier to shake off.

“You’re welcome,” he told it grouchily, “Go find your pack.”

Waffles trilled a warning, and too late, Hunter realized he’d let his guard down. Eyes glittered in the trees, and a low growl hummed through the air.

Hunter dropped the pup like a hot potato and jumped to his feet. A quick spin told him that the direwolves had him surrounded, but they hadn’t pounced yet.

The pup, he realized. They were giving him space and judging whether or not they could rescue the little creature. How long would that hold, though? What was more important to a direwolf? Pup safety, or revenge? No research had been carried out successfully. Due to the ripping-into-shreds tendency.

Hunter made a choice that was either absolutely brilliant or the last thing he would ever do in his life. Before the wolves could make their decision, he scooped the direwolf pup up and threw it towards one side of the circle.

The startled yelp and the look on the pup’s face as it flew through the air was so comical Hunter would have laughed if he wasn’t so worried he was about to get mauled. But his gamble paid off—the entire pack lunged towards the pup to make sure it was alright, for the moment forgetting about the interloper in their midst. That one moment was all Hunter needed. He bolted, teleporting away to give himself extra time.

Fly? Waffles chirped. Hunter shook his head. He’d love to—and most times, it would be the best option. But he could feel the magical energy still bursting out of Waffles at the seams, and he couldn’t risk another crash, not right now with direwolves on his heels.

The pack recovered from their surprise and Hunter heard their howls tear through the trees. He ran faster, vaulting over rocks and fallen trunks, occasionally teleporting again when he could feel their steps thrumming in the ground and hear their panting behind him.

Snap

Hunter’s momentum kept him moving forward so fast he didn’t even realize for a second what had happened until he was abruptly yanked to a stop, and his left leg exploded in a riot of tearing pain. Hunter crashed into the ground, but he barely felt the impact. The direwolves howled again—no—wait—that was his voice, screaming.

Hunter’s breath seized up in his chest. The ground turned into a blur. His leg throbbed. Direwolf teeth snapped closer and closer.

Ding

A sound like a pealing bell rang softly through the trees, and a haze of golden light tumbled around Hunter, just as the first direwolf closed the distance. The creature thudded heavily into the golden bubble that surrounded Hunter, its claws scrabbling uselessly at the surface.

His staff floated in front of him, wings outstretched. The golden light cast strange shadows, concealing any color of the bird, and Hunter squinted, his head spinning.

“Flapjack?” he murmured. He knew, somewhere in his gut, that he was wrong. But it felt so familiar—so right.

“Safe,” Waffles chirped, and just like that, the spell was broken. Flapjack was gone. But the palisman he did have—his brave, beautiful, loyal palisman—was still there, protecting him. “Keep safe.”

Hunter dug his fingers into the dirt, taking deep breaths and steeling himself to look down.

Another trap demon had locked its jaws around his leg. The thick steel had bit straight through his boots, and already blood oozed out around its teeth.

Hunter’s stomach heaved, and he tasted bile.

Can’t breathe, he thought dizzily, and laid down flat on his back. Just breathe, breathe, breathe. He pulled up a handful of dirt, pouring it slowly onto his forehead. The steady pressure of the falling soil dragged him back down into his own body, and he took a deep breath, repeating with another handful of soil. Outside, the direwolves settled, pacing around the golden bubble. But inside the shield, inside, Hunter felt the stillness of the forest seep into his bones. If he died here, the forest would move on. It was strangely comforting

Hunter sat up, moving slowly and carefully to avoid moving his leg and setting off a fresh round of tearing. Still, every second felt like knives stabbing further into the wound. With a clear mind, Hunter could see that the wounds hadn’t actually bled that much—the jaws, for all the damage they were doing, prevented the blood from exiting the wound.

He was out of bandage substitutes. As long as Waffles could keep the shield up, he’d be safe from the direwolves. And as long as the trap demon remained lodged in his leg, he wouldn’t bleed too badly. Trying to leave now was certain death. But he couldn’t stay here forever.

It almost felt wrong to summon his penstagram scroll, like he was breaking the forest’s calm. But, he argued to himself, all creatures had a way to communicate distress to their fellow animals. This was simply his howl.

Still, he kept his messages short. One to Eberwolf, and another to Viney. He trusted them to tell anyone else who needed to know. Then, the call completed, he sat and waited. Only a few direwolves remained pacing. The others laid a little ways away, playing with their pups and leaving the hunt to their fellows.

Hunter watched the remaining hunters. They watched back. And slowly, one by one, they drifted off. Only one stayed. It laid down, but kept its amber eyes fixed on him. Hunter met its stare. Neither of them broke eye contact. Somehow, Hunter was certain that if he did, the wolf would call its pack, and they’d attack the shield until Waffles couldn’t hold them back any longer. Finally, the direwolf yawned, rested its head on its paws, and closed its eyes. Hunter breathed a long sigh of relief.

The respite didn’t last long. The golden light around him flickered, and Waffles chirped an apology. The direwolves perked up. The shield flickered again, then went out entirely.

One

Two

Three

Hunter’s heart beat a quick tempo in his chest, but he didn’t dare move. If he ran, he was prey, and he wouldn’t stay out of their reach this time. Waffles fell to his hands in staff form, ready to fight.

The direwolf closest lifted its head again, slowly rising to its feet. It took a few steps closer to Hunter, unconcerned. It sniffed the trap around Hunter’s leg first, its lips peeling back in a snarl of disdain. Then, its nose came inches from Hunter’s dirt-streaked face. It snorted, sending a blast of hot air in Hunter’s face.

Then it laid back down.

The rest of the pack followed its lead, sniffing Hunter’s face, then settling in a big pile around him. One of them started to lick Hunter’s injured leg, but stopped when Hunter yelped, his stomach heaving again. He dug his hand back into the ground, settling his breathing back down. He had to stay a calm part of the forest. Otherwise… he didn’t want to start to think what they’d do to him.

Despite the danger literally surrounding him, Hunter couldn’t help but lean back, resting against one of the direwolves’ flank. The steady rise and fall of its breathing slowly lulled him into an easy sleep.

Waffle’s chirp woke him. The sun had risen, dappling the forest floor with light. And sitting in a circle of happy direwolves was Eberwolf, who seemed completely unconcerned with the massive creatures, despite the fact that he held their injured pup in his lap.

“Good sleep?” Eber signed, letting the pup go.

Hunter sat up. His head pounded, and his mouth felt drier than the Titan’s palm. He couldn’t feel the trap around his leg anymore—in a panic, he sat straight up, dislodging a puppy that had curled up on his chest. But to his surprise, the reason he couldn’t feel the trap was because the trap was gone, and his leg had been wrapped in clean bandages.

Eber chuckled. “V-I-N-E-Y. You slept. Took all her magic to keep from being torn.” His face split into a proud grin. “Not like me. Not like you.”

“Mrgh?” Hunter managed. The puppy he’d dislodged crawled back up to him, someone discontentedly. Hunter scratched its ears to placate it. “What happened?”

“Part of the pack now.” Eber howled, as if to emphasize the point, and the rest of the pack howled with him. And strangely, Hunter felt a deep pull in his chest, too, a call to open his lungs and heart and howl with them.

Eber grinned again. “Helped a pup. Didn’t back down. Showed good defense. Earned respect. And trust. Very good.”

“Oh,” Hunter responded faintly. The fact that he’d even survived the night surrounded by a direwolf pack made his head spin. But still, a glimmer of pride shone underneath that. Not many people could say they’d befriended a direwolf pack—especially not one with pups.

“Very good,” Eber repeated, “Now? Time to go home.”

Hunter felt a twinge of sadness at the idea of leaving the forest behind, but the feeling was quickly overwhelmed by a wave of relief. “Yes, please.”

[fowlblue]

Got back into making edgy battle cat OCs so… introducing Spiresnare, the young healer of Mossclan, and his… friends from the ‘other side’. A suspicious-looking bunch, aren’t they?

(little bit more lore beneath the cut)

Spiresnare has his eyes on another cat in his clan, Rattlebone, his good friend from back in their apprentice days. However, he struggles to find a way to get his attention, as Rattle is a brooding, haunted tom who spends most of his time lost in his own thoughts. He’s a warrior well-known for sniffing out trouble, which leaves him picking up after most of the clan’s problems.

So, Spiresnare turns to his other friends- ghostly cats from the Dark Forest (cat hell), who he’s been close with his entire life (he lacks a connection with Starclan, and has no family left within his clan). They advise him to begin causing disasters within the territory, a spiraling murder mystery that Rattlebone with undoubtably have to solve, giving them the unknowing back-and-forth of a killer and detective- Spiresnare can even help him ‘solve’ the crimes!

So, heeding their words, he begins to do just that.

Other details of note:

- Spiresnare is clumsy and, on his own, incapable of defeating a properly-trained warrior- to get around this, he allows himself to be temporarily possessed by his Dark Forest mentors so they can do so through him. The added benefit of this is that he has no memory of these events, keeping him from blurting out the wrong thing at the wrong time.

- There is another cat in his wicked little found family- Sheepstar, pseudo-leader of the Dark Forest. She was the first to meet him, and the one his closest with. She is like a mother to him and fiercely protective- you’ll see her eventually >:)

- Each of his Dark Forest friends is coded after a particular entity from The Magnus Archives, and is responsible for various horrible crimes in the histories of the clans:

• Waxenbramble was a small, frail cat who decided to win a war against an opposing clan by setting their territory alight- the fire spread and many were killed. When confronted, she cursed her clan for condemning her, and leapt at her leader- she was then killed and woke up in the Dark Forest.

• Honeyheather was a healer of Mossclan from many, many moons ago- soft-furred and sweet-tongued, they were admired for their gentle soul- this compassion, however, had a dark side. When Honeyheather encountered injuries and sickness he could not heal, his patients would disappear- missing, that is, until his nearby ‘apiary’ was discovered. In the Dark Forest, they are known by some as ‘The Beekeeper’.

• Garwhisker was an older tom from a rival clan who was, unbeknownst to others, obsessed with the concept of the ‘perfect predator’, an unbeatable hunter- he observed the hunting tactics of other carnivores, experimented, changed methods and chased creatures of all kinds. But it still was not enough, and he turned his teeth and claws to his own kind to hone his skills further. There are rumors he even allied himself with creatures of other species, learning to speak their tongue as easily as his own.

• Boarpaw was a young apprentice when they died- violent and raging even as a kit, their strength grew with them, to the point they lacked the means to control it… if they ever would have to begin with. Boarpaw excelled in fighting alone, and never pulled a blow. In time, the other apprentices grew to fear their quiet, hollow-eyed peer, and refused to spar alone with them. Their mentors found themselves at a loss. A pity for them, it was, when three were set to spar against them at once and, in quick succession, Boarpaw killed them.

• Heavypebble was a quiet, mysterious, but dutiful warrior of Mossclan. However, he began having visions of holes opening beneath the ground, bones and bodies and the like, after he was forced to bury his mate when she perished from sickness. Over time, he seemed to become obsessed with the earth beneath his feet, finally snapping one day in a storm and fleeing to his mate’s grave, digging and digging desperately in an attempt to reach her- and yet, he found nothing, the hole deepening as he went. When a clanmate attempted to stop him, he dragged them in with him as the earth collapsed.

[digimonpolls]

These seasons are generally regarded as bad by the fandom. It's not my personal list

[deathmetalunicorn1]

I highly recommend you watch season 1 and 3 of Siren before answering this ask.

Au single dad merman Jack and his tiny daughter fall through a portal from there world right into the arena while a match is going on in the RoR world. MerJack and his daughter go through the painful transformation from merperson to human. RoR people postpone the fight to try and get the familiar merman out of the arena. Jack and Hlokk’s reactions to seeing all this on her tv. MerJack and his daughter are sent to Hlokk’s room and Jack and Hlokk meet the merpeople. After a while MerJack and his daughters skin start to get itchy and very dry, and it becomes more and more difficult to breath as they need to be put back in sea water even though the transformation is painful. So they have a big aquarium built for them for the duration of there stay that they can come and go from as they please. Jacks merman form looks just like the mermen on Siren and his daughters mermaid form looks just like the main mermaids on Siren. I just think the designs of the merpeople on Siren are really cool. You can tell they evolved to be hunters. In this au the males are the ones to raise there offspring for there who lives and the females have no part in it they just mate,give birth,and they’re gone like some species of animals.

-You held your papa’s hand as he swam closer to a reef, as you still had some difficulties, being so young, stopping yourself from crashing into the reef.

-Your papa was the one who raised you, as your mother, as like all mothers of your kind, do nothing with the child rearing process except for carrying the child and birthing the child, then everything is left on the father.

-You weren’t really bothered, as your papa was a great hunter and he was teaching you so many things! He was teaching you how to hunt, but you weren’t doing that yet, instead just foraging and finding shells that you would show your papa who would beam at you.

-You saw a glowing ball of light floating just out in the open of the ocean and you tilted your head, swimming around it, confused before you went and grabbed your papa, pulling him over.

-Just like you, he was confused, circling it a few times, not really sure of what to make of it.

-He hesitated and touched in and instantly a blinding white light surrounded the both of you, momentarily stunning you before you fell onto something hard, a sharp cry leaving you.

-Roars of cheers from the crowd quickly turned into calls of fear and worry, seeing you and your father suddenly there after a ball of light exploded, momentarily stunning the fighters, Hades and Qin Shi Huang, who leapt back from each other, seeing innocents in the arena.

-Your papa groaned with pain as the gods were quick to come to the field, his body changing shape, going from mermaid to human.

-He was hunched over you as you writhed in pain, whimpering as you clutched at your father, as you had never changed into your human form before, it was so painful!

-Zeus and Hades were quick to approach your father, who looked strangely like a previous fighter, down to the mustache as he hissed, baring his fangs, swiping at them for getting to close, protecting you.

-Jack and Hlokk were in shock, seeing this from the TV in her room, the two sharing a look as they saw the same thing, that this mermaid looked strikingly similar to Jack!

-After your papa was calmed down and the arena cleared out, postponing the fights until you and your papa were both safe, Jack held your hands, giving you a crash course on how to walk.

-Zeus ordered other gods to look into this ball of light, which you learned was magic, teleportation magic to be specific, as he wanted to know who managed to transport you both!

-You gawked with huge eyes as Jack and your papa met, having been taking to Hlokk’s room, to sit for a short while so Zeus and Odin could prepare some accommodations to make you both comfortable until they could figure out how to send you back to the ocean.

-You were in awe, seeing two papas! Hlokk was in awe as well while the two Jacks inspected each other, speaking to one another.

-They spoke similarly, with eloquence and politeness, but your papa’s voice was just a bit deeper, a bit rougher as his voice wasn’t really used outside of water.

-Hlokk was so nice to you! As you looked to be only about four or so, she let you touch her stuffed animals and brushed your hair and even styled it.

-She kept you busy while the adults, including, Zeus, Odin, and Brunnhilde were discussing things with your papa, trying to get more information about the ball of light that had appeared.

-After a few hours you whined, rubbing at your eyes as they were tearing up, your eyes drying out and Hlokk noticed your scales weren’t looking too hot as you started to scratch at them as they had become itchy.

-Papa wasn’t in any better condition, as he frowned, realizing that you were both drying out.

-Odin showed the two of you to a large aquarium tank they had prepared for you two to live in while they tried to figure some things out.

-Papa looked down at you, worried as he told you that once in the water, you would change back to your mermaid form. He wasn’t so bothered by the pain, as he’s done it for years, but this would only be the second time for you.

-Your papa held you close as you changed back, your legs on fire as they turned, but your eyes and scales instantly started to feel better, the itchy feeling leaving you.

-You could talk to others through the glass or hanging over the top, but your papa didn’t like you doing that, as you almost fell out once, but you were so interested by the different people who were coming to see you and your papa.

-Odin researched the magic himself, and found that someone in your world, as you came from a different dimension, had cast that magic, and you just happened to fall into Valhalla, but he was unable to send you back without risking your lives.

-Zeus asked Papa to look over Poseidon’s domain, as he was taking over watching over it, but wanted Jack to just oversee if anything was out of the ordinary.

-You loved exploring this new ocean, playing with the nymphs, and Jack liked it because you were safe, you were looked after, and you had friends, as you would go to the surface and change your form so you could play with Hlokk and Goll.

-What started as an accident wound up to be something so good for the two of you.

[whump-tr0pes]

Hate in My Heart

(This was supposed to be an assignment for an anthropology class, but I couldn't help but make it whumpy. Hope you guys enjoy me being a goof.) Rhaeti (Ötzi the Iceman) thinks it would be a good idea to spend a few days in the mountains.

Contents: historical fiction, hand gore, neolithic field medicine, revenge, murder, major character death, spoilers on a 5300 year old murder

~

Rhaeti’s right hand stung. This cut was deep, far deeper than any cut he had suffered before. He cursed the gods, and his luck – but it wasn’t his luck to blame, it was his damned slow bones. And that damned boy Breun. Rhaeti had known the boy was going to get into trouble someday, he just hadn’t figured the trouble was going to be trying to overpower him. And over the ownership of a damned bow. The boy could make his own damned bow if he wanted one so badly, or just have Isar make one for him. He didn’t need to take Rhaeti’s.

Damn, damn, damn.

Still, it was good that Rhaeti was giving the boy a few days to calm down. Rhaeti had beaten him soundly after Breun had come at him with a hatchet, damaging his hand – his good hand, gods damn him. Staying away from the village was the careful thing to do. And you didn’t live as long as Rhaeti had by not being careful.

Gods, but his hand hurt.

He drew in a slow breath, pushed out a gusty exhale. The afternoon was warm, the sun beating down on the naked rocks around him, warming him through his leather clothes and bearskin hat. His grass cape kept off the breeze. He needed his cape this far up; the trees offered no protection. They did not grow, this close to the sun. Still, he liked it up here, where he could see the mountains stretching farther than any man could see. He didn’t mind waiting up here, where no one but the gods and the wind could hear him, while that damned fool boy cooled down from his stupid ideas of having Rhaeti’s bow for himself.

His hand was throbbing, though, so he settled himself down on a rock. His knees and back ached. He knew he would have to return to the healer to have more tattoos drawn on him to stave off the pain. The tattoos helped for less and less time, now. Still, he was grateful that he was old enough to have sore knees and a stiff back. It meant he was still alive.

He dug through his pack and pulled out the large, soft mushroom the healer had given him. He took a small bite and ground it to a paste between his teeth. Gently, he smeared the paste in his cut, wincing as he did. He pressed bog moss over the poultice to bandage it. Still, the medicine did nothing to stop the pain.

Damn that boy and his damned envy.

He stretched out his legs, groaning as he did, and reached into his pack again. A meal of deer meat, ibex fat, and bread would do him good after his hike up into the mountains. His legs were strong, but he wasn’t the young man he once was. As he ate, he hoped his stomach wouldn’t hurt after it so often did when he ate ibex fat. Still, it made him strong. He would not give it up, just because of a little pain. He sighed as he tilted his head back and let the sun warm his face, wondering how much farther he would hike today.

-

Venos’s heart leapt as he laid eyes upon his target. He ducked behind a large rock, grateful for the cover in this land of no trees. He peeked around the rock, hands tightening around the bow he held – his father’s bow, the one he had taken from his home, swearing to his father that he would take his revenge.

Rhaeti – the gods damned old man who had crushed Venos’s happiness in a single afternoon – was staring up the mountain, away from Venos, his foot up and braced against a rock. He was about thirty meters away, but Venos’s eyes were sharp; it was why he was celebrated as the village’s best hunter, why he came home with ibex, red deer, fox and beaver, enough to keep everyone well-fed and healthy. Enough to keep the old man standing on the slope above him clothed in his fine pelts, outfitted with tools he did not even know how to make. All so that he could take away Venos’s joy, then escape into the mountains as if it meant nothing.

Not today. If the gods did not punish Rhaeti for his sins, then Venos would. He blinked tears from his eyes as he nocked an arrow to his bow. The old man had not moved, but still looked upward at the terrain above him, as if looking for the best route up. Venos drew the string back. He took aim at Rhaeti as if he were an animal, ready for slaughter.

“For you, Breun,” he whispered as he let the arrow fly. It struck Rhaeti behind the left shoulder. The old man crumpled to the ground.

Venos leapt towards the fallen old man, clambering up the rocks and reaching him in what felt like a breath. Rhaeti lay on his stomach, his left arm collapsed under him. Blood poured from his forehead from where he’d struck it on a stone. He moaned as Venos grasped the arrow and twisted.

“My brother died from his wounds this morning,” he hissed, his voice shaking. “You killed my brother, old man.”

“Please,” Rhaeti mumbled.

“I have nothing but hate in my heart for you,” Venos said through his teeth, tears flowing freely now. He jerked the arrow from the wound he had made. It was fatal, he knew, but he would not grant the old man the relief of a quicker death than this. “And I’m not wasting one of my arrows on you.”

He turned to go, wiping his eyes on his sleeve so he would not slip on the rocks as he made his way down the mountain.

[kazarinn]

A translation of an interview with Digimon Xros Wars lead writer Riku Sanjou regarding Digimon Xros Wars, especially The Young Hunters Who Leapt Through Time, included in Otona Anime Vol. 22 (released October 2011).

[mossbone]

There once was a lovely maiden who was kind, curious, and compassionate. She loved nature, her neighbors and all those she saw at the market each day, all the children and elderly, all the small animals, and every forgotten beautiful thing. She had a heart full of every kind of love—so full there was no room left for romance. This suited her just fine; she was much too busy learning everything she could about geology and botany and medicine and sailing to spare more than a cursory thought toward the concept of soulmates that seemed to plague her peers.

She did well in school, and grew a marvelous garden and after school began her own apothecary. It pleased her parents well to see her succeed and be so content. However, as the years began to pass her parents began to let go of their content; they wished for her to find a husband. She did not especially wish for a husband, but she did wish to please her parents, so she began to look at the men who came into her shop.

Some were great hunters, who came and bought her soothing balms to tend to fearsome injuries from wild animals. She looked at their full stomachs and furred clothing and thought of how it could be nice to have someone keep the wild animals out of her land, so she did not have to lay awake at night listening to the howls of the wolves and tremble a little. She picked one man who had laugh lines around his face and deep tanned skin, and asked if he was married (she knew he was not, but didn’t know how else to go about bringing up the subject). He looked long and hard at her, responded he was not, and then brightened considerably and began spending more time in her shop, lingering for several hours telling jokes that made her laugh long and hard. She liked him very much, and soon they began courting, which pleased everyone in town.

It was four months into their courtship, when she was 24, that he picked her up after she closed the apothecary and something was different. His clothes were not the usual rough leather jerkin but tidy and soft. His beard was trimmed and his hair was combed, and he looked remarkably nervous. The lovely maiden suspected what was about, and asked for the chance to change into clean clothes before they embarked on an evening walk. He acquiesced, and when she had put on a frock with no powdery spice stains, and her nicest bonnet, they took a quiet stroll through the town. He took her on a meandering path that went all the way to the pier and then they sat on a bench. The lady missed his jokes very much and began to feel rather upset in her stomach, although she could not figure out why. Surely it was just nerves of excitement.

It was not long, of course, before her hunter took her hands very eagerly and confessed his deep love for her and his desire to marry her. His words were full of passion and sincerity and it made her feel sick. She realized quite suddenly that his emotions for her were far greater than hers for him could ever be; it frightened her a little, and made her feel guilty in great amount. She leapt to her feet, stuttered out apologies and regretfully explained she’d just come to the conclusion that she could not marry him. Then, watching the heartbreak come across his face like an avalanche—and not being able to understand, quite, how he could feel so bereft—she fled the scene. Well her parents and old lady neighbors asked questions that she dodged, except to clarify that the young man had not hurt her or done anything wrong, really, so there was no need for shunning or shaming. And then she threw herself into her work and another year passed quite pleasantly, and her business boomed. On her twenty-fifth birthday her parents began hinting again about marriage and partnership and settling down with love to raise babies, and she thought long and hard on the matter.

Again she turned her eye to the men who came into her shop. This time she thought of the additions that could be added to her garden, the leaks in her little cottage, and focused on the men who were renowned builders. The ones who came into her shop looking for glues and twine, and especially she focused on the men who perused the moisturizers and scented oils. She did not want to live with someone who had poor grooming. Along came a man who was known for his kind nature and very clever fingers. All the children in town loved him because he would craft them little toys made out of twine and twigs, and soon enough he began bringing sweet little gifts for the lovely apothecary owner. She knew the signs, and found him to be quite up to her standards indeed. She was a very ethical woman, and felt that this time around she must make her intentions clearer. So when he came around and asked if they could go for dinner at the usual romantic site favored by couples in town, she sat him down and explained that she would never feel more for him than strong friendship, probably, but if he was alright with that she would try it gladly. Well, it took some convincing for him to understand she meant it quite confidently, and then he got very quiet and said politely that he appreciated her honesty, but he was not interested in that very much at all.

So the months passed and she felt very complicated emotions, but in the end she was alright. The next man who asked after her she told the same thing, and he said some very unkind things that made her feel rather glad she’d said it upfront. His words hurt all the same, but luckily she had too much common sense and self-worth to take them to heart. After all, how could she be unfeeling, incapable of human emotion, when she loved her town and all the people in it so dearly? Her heart was bursting with fullness and love, so obviously that man was wrong and had some deep thinking to do on how he saw the world. Another man, more well-off than most and known for being an efficient worker, came to her shop and she saw the usual glimmer in his eye. When he brought her flowers, she explained it to him much the same. He listened carefully, then took a good long look at her sweet lovely face and her kind manners and her neatly kept shop, and said he didn’t mind. At first she was pleased, but then after a little time he began talking of his expectations for her as a wife and she found she didn’t care for them very much at all. When she explained as much, he scoffed and said she wasn’t likely to find someone else willing to put up with her not being madly in love with them. Well, that was the end of that relationship, and several more years passed without any significant developments in that area.

She learned a great deal and expanded her shop, even hiring two assistants so she could keep track of the many orders. She bought a little sailboat and took entire days off to sail by herself up and down the coast with packed meals, and had a great many small adventures. She met all kinds of men, some whom she found very handsome and had lots of fun with. But a pattern always seemed to emerge. They often said they didn’t mind if she felt less for them than they did her, but as time passed and their own feelings deepened, they eventually would mind and some admitted they thought she’d change her feelings with enough time. She began to get a little frustrated and finally swore off serious relationships altogether, although she still had occasional good times with men who were looking for nothing more. When she was thirty-three and her parents had given up on talks of marriage but still occasionally looked at her empty house and sighed wistfully, a new man came into town. He came into her shop in quite a fright asking for something to help with cramps and soothing scented oils and bath salts for his daughter, who had just turned thirteen and was apparently in great distress over her body’s recent developments.

The kind shop owner inquired as to whether the girl’s mother could help, and the man answered that her mother had died seven years ago and he had forgotten most all the things he should explain to the girl, but remembered the treatments that had been favored by her mother. She liked the way he talked and the way he obviously doted on his daughter, so she had him bring her in and she explained a great deal about biology to the girl, who had bright eyes and many questions. The man was very pleased and brought her a delicious fresh-caught sea meal in thanks. He was a fisherman, it turned out, and was planning on settling in this town for quite a while. Well, she invited him to go on her boat with her so she could show him some of the quiet spots where fish pooled in great quantities, and they laughed a lot and enjoyed each other’s company. Two nights after that he came to her shop with flowers, saying that his daughter had picked them and demanded he deliver them for her, and she sat him down and had the usual talk.

He quite surprised her. When she told him she could not feel more for him than the love of friends, his spirits lifted considerably. He confided that he still loved his wife tremendously, but no one ever seemed to believe him when he said he could never try to love anyone as much as her—had no desire to try, in fact. So he’d given up on explaining, and really had brought the flowers just to make his daughter happy. Well, this was very agreeable to the shopkeeper, and she thought of the advantages if the two of them were to join forces, and proposed to him that they might get everyone off their backs if they began courting each other. He was amenable to the idea, but warned her he really wouldn’t fall in love and she shouldn’t say yes to this thinking he would change his mind with enough time. She fell asleep with a smile every night for a month when she thought of his words, and some of those nights she fell asleep with him beside her after they’d had a very fun evening indeed.

After about ten months they agreed things were going very well and had a wedding on the beach. Her parents were overjoyed, his daughter was delighted, and all the old ladies in town were very pleased indeed. The shopkeeper liked him well enough but sometimes wanted space and would go on her sailing adventures alone, and this was fine with her husband. Sometimes she found him awake at night on their porch, gazing wistfully at the sea, and she knew his heart was still claimed by another. She felt for his pain, but was not envious of his love. Some nights they slept in the same bed, some nights they preferred their separate rooms, and when she gave birth to twins they found they made a rather good team at raising babies. A long and pleasant story short: they never fell in love and they all lived happily ever after.

[ozoraslegend]

So, you come here to read my blogs, which are about 9Digi-Protagonists. It's clear, based on the name of my blog and the blog rules. But what exactly is the '9Digi-Protagonists'?

Well, let's talk about the context. I am talking about the Japanese sub.

When I say about the 'Digimon characters', it means all of the characters, main or side, good or bad, have appeared and will appear in all media branches of the Digimon franchise. When I say about the 'Main characters', it means all important characters whom the show is around.

'Protagonists' are the ones the show focuses on. They are (usually) the symbol of the show, and even when the audiences almost forget the show, they will remember them.

So, in conclusion, the '9Digi-Protagonists' are:

Yagami Taichi (14) and Agumon from Digimon Adventure (1999-2000)

Motomiya Daisuke (11) and V-mon from Digimon Adventure 02 (2000-2001)

Matsuda Takato (10) and Guilmon from Digimon Tamers (2001-2002)

Kanbara Takuya (11) and his Spirit (Agnimon/Vritramon) from Digimon Frontier (2002-2003)

Daimon Masaru (14) and Agumon from Digimon Savers (2006-2007)

Kudou Taiki (14) and Shoutmon from Digimon Xros Wars (2010-2011)

Akashi Tagiru (13) and Gumdramon from Digimon Xros Wars: The Young Hunters Who Leapt Through Time (2011-2012)

Shinkai Haru (14) and Gatchmon from Digimon Universe: Appli Monsters (2016-2017)

Amanokawa Hiro (13) and Gammamon from Digimon Ghost Game (2021-2023)

Some of you may have the following questions, and I will answer:

Why is Yagami Taichi from Digimon Adventure: (or, as you may know, 'the reboot of the original') not listed here? Reboot Taichi and Original Taichi may have the same name and appearance, but they are very different. I respect Reboot Taichi as a character. However, I… have mixed feelings about the reboot generally. Not that I hate it, but… By the way, I think it's better to not include him in the group. Although the shenanigans when we have two Taichi in the room are very fun… You can still ask me about him, of course!

Why do you include such annoyed/flat characters? I can't imagine how you can make interesting interactions by including them! In my opinion, there are no bad characters, only bad writing and bad interpretation. Characters' developments exist after all. And I think all Digimon characters have been written very well! It's just that Adventure (and especially 02, remove tri) have a specific, implicit, signature way of writing characters' personalities and developments. And Tamers has a special general way of writing (actually, not because it's dark). But not because other series don't have that way of writing characters that their characters have bad writing. You can see a lot of characters over there have really bad ways of writing. So, no, I think all the characters I have chosen above are very suitable.

Why is the Japanese sub? I think the sub and the dub are the same, right? Uh… It's a truth that no matter how good your dubbing is, there will always be differences. Japanese culture has very unique differences. We cannot add a long note about those differences in the show; that is obvious. And although Digimon's dubbing is very good compared to other dubs, I just want to respect the original one. So we come to the conclusion that the sub and the dub are very different. The main reason, after the fact that some people don't know about this large gap, is that not many people rewatch another version of what they have seen. That is absolutely beyond blame. And to avoid bias or discrimination, we are talking about the previous American dub. Modern dubs or non-related-to-American dubs are usually closer to the original.

If you have any other questions, please ask me!

[grave-bride]

Has the Digimon fandom reached the point of the nostalgia cycle where we can start admitting Xros Wars is good and is still severely underrated?

also look I know The Young Hunters Who Leapt Through Time was rushed and feels incomplete but it's still charming and has some great ideas but was sadly hampered by basically being nothing more than a timeslot filler

But Xros Wars is Good! The first two seasons are one of the best shows the franchise has ever had! Even Young Hunters is good for what's there it just didn't get the time and respect it deserved! I will die on this hill