#I went overboard with this I guess

[neorukix]

If there were to be a visual novel fleshing out Tamers 2018 into a full story, with Ruki as the protagonist for obvious reasons, how many routes would you prefer it to have?

If you've never played a visual novel before, a route is a single coherent branch of story. A route may have multiple endings but the body of the plot must remain the same.

For reference, FSN and FMDM have three, Tsukihime has five, and Umineko and Mahoyo have one.

Uffff, this is quite a hard question for me; mostly because I don't really want to see new Tamers content and for it to become the next "adventure nostalgia sells" or a new "tri." (overall if K*naka is involved in any way) but oh well, that ain't stopping us fans from doing "fan stuff" right? So, if we ignore my complex feelings over new Tamers content, I can freely think on things :3

As someone who is obsessed with Digimon Survive, I find the 4 routes formula to be neat (plus the bad end which is just "game over" so, that makes it 5?) but I would also love to have at least 2 extra routes (for survive, I would love to see a different kid getting killed by part 5) so, following my taste in plots I think 5 routes would be ok, considering I don't really know what kind of trouble/adventure we could get.

BUT, since we are already here, I'd like to indeed take the 2018 CD drama in consideration and for the story to be about Ruki going to look for Renamon and maybe unveil the mystery behind Takato's disappearance plus, for the sake of "evolution" progress and fights, we could have Renamon soon in the story just to find there are awful things going on in the Digital World and only Ruki can save them all, how about that? (And since I'm gay af, let me have the prologue with Ruki comforting Juri over Takato's absence).

Look, I'm just making this up as I'm typing here so take it with a grain of salt (in if I can make content about this or nah xD).

The Good True end would be saving Takato and the Digital World plus having a convenient gate for the Digis to live happily with their tamers again (like Adv02).

The Good end would be saving Takato and the Digital World but they have to say bye again to their Digis to have angst (ง ื▿ ื)ว

The Neutral end would be Saving the Digital World but Takato (or Renamon) dies :3c

The Alright end would be saving Takato (and Renamon) but dissaster falls upon the Digital World and later, the Real World, idk

And the Bad end is everyone dies, even Ruki XDD. Ok, maybe no but it would be interesting if everyone but Ruki is saved like, Ruki dies saving everyone.

Plus, if we follow Survive formula, we can have the option of the bad end in which Ruki decides saving the world is too much of a pain and goes back home without Renamon, ending in everyone dying anyway :3.

Don't ask me about what kind of enemy they would be fighting because my Royal Knights, Yggdrasil and Olympus XII biases would play a heavy role here so I don't want to think on anything right now, but it would be interesting to be something like in X-evolution in which Digis are killed either by the RK or the X program (but to not go with my biases, we will have to think on something else instead of the RK, Yggdrasil and X antibody).

Maybe we can have the rest of the Tamers cast to join in later in the story so we don't ignore them (ง ื▿ ื)ว

And since I already drew a fakemon evo for Miyuki's Sakuyamon, it would be neat for Ruki to have that one too :D

Ok, this was actually fun to think! Thank you Anon-san uwu

So guys, who or what would you want to see as enemy for Ruki and Renamon? I would also like a little "wink" at IceDevimon returning (and don't tell me that's impossible because Guilmon ate him because I know) but I don't want him to be that final boss.

Now, let me promo my adult Ruki stuff for people who are new or didn't knew I had a separete art blog ;3 (everything is SFW so, don't worry).

[bat-knight-mare]

MetaDede week, Day 3: Gifts!

Dedede has many love languages, gifts included. He likes spoiling Meta. He is a king after all, there's nothing he can't get for his love.

Meta is new to love (I hc him as demisexual) and has no idea how to react to gifts. And about giving gifts - its easier to do it sneakily.

I read a really good fanfiction (forgot the name) where Dedede had penguin animal instincts. One of them being gifting pebbles (that instinct doesnt actually exist but shhhh its cute) So he was unconsciously proclaiming his love to Meta over and over again - just having this urge to Gift. Him. Rocks.

I love that idea. Had to share.

[burntpink]

just a little princess ~♡

[4mamiyas]

When Edgeworth pulls out the UPDATED AUTOPSY REPORT. I'm kidding

[egophiliac]

I always though Mal's mom was meant to be like "Eleanor" but they stuck an M at the start honestly, Sobbing Emoji. But "Maleanor" also makes me feel less insane since in that scene where she's just handed egg Malleus to Lilia and went to battle, it sounds more like Lilia is saying "Maleanor" than "Meleanor" (Japanese accent pending). Mayhaps they went more with what it sounded like the characters were saying :0 (we don't talk about Doodle Suit to Paint The Roses)

the transliteration of her name is Marenoa (マレノア), which is what all the voice lines are saying! all the Draconias' names start with マレ (Malleus' grandma is Maleficia/マレフィシア) as a nod to Maleficent. :D it's almost certainly a take on Eleanor, which is Erenoa (エレノア), but her name is written in English at a couple points, and I was pretty surprised to see it was Mel instead of Mal!

and, like, that's fine, it wouldn't be first Twst romanization that's tripped me up (like Keito for Cater, I know that's something to do with the loanword specific to playing cards(?) but it's just not how my brain wants to read it). but now Eng has given us Maleanor! and someone else said it was spelled inconsistently between Maleanor and Maeleanor??????? so WHO KNOWS it's a SPELLING FREE-FOR-ALL

I AM torn on which I want to use, because Mel just sounds so cute to me (and is what I'm used to now), but...the Mal consistency is kinda too good to pass up. alas, alas, truly these are the most difficult conundrums of our times. 😔

[goodluckbabeheffron]

dick winters + his cap

[sharks3ye]

Chalkboard boredom during breakfast time

[meanpersonaart]

Babes, Riddler-couture dropped (sketchbook spread- 20-22.03.2023)

[happyjackmhafanboy]

[carameatea]

The Cavalry Captain’s simple pleasures in life

[shanicetjn]

In what order is ur fav Willy wonky?

Omg Kit- You can't just put me on the spot like that!! /light-hearted

If I really HAVE to choose from the films, it'll have to be Timothée Wonka - Johnny Wonka - Gene Wonka.

Info-dump below:

I grew up watching and getting obsessed with Willy Wonka through Johnny Depp from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (2005). I literally have watched that movie at LEAST 60 times and it's one of my favourite favourite films ever!

(I might be the ONLY one having this opinion but-) That film is the most magical thing I have ever seen as a kid and Mr. Wonka is just the most relatable person to me. Also, how can you not love THIS face:

That later introduced me to the book by Roald Dahl that the movie is based off of which I read religiously. I never knew about Gene Wilder's Willy Wonka from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (1971) until I started seeing the memes!

Fast forward to recent times- To the Wonka (2023) trailer that dropped last June..I initially thought it was a joke because I just could NOT believe they would still make Wonka stuff let alone a film. But no, it was real (and I watched the trailer a good 20 times).

Went to the cinema TWICE because I was so absolutely blown-away by Timothée Chalamet...It felt like I was transported back to my childhood and all that whimsy came back to me at full blast.

He's so beautifully interpreted...EXACTLY how I imagined younger Willy to be like. Literally reignited my love for Mr. Wonka of 20 years! And the most important thing to me? It's so absolutely surreal to see a Willy Wonka that is the same age as me.

After that, I finally got to watch Gene Wonka twice in the last 2 months after knowing about it for idk-how-many years. AND I love him so so much too..??

He's totally different to Johnny Wonka yeah but once again- What's not to love about and relate to an unhinged chocolate man that has murderous tendencies? >:3c

It was so fun to catch all the little details / references they put in the Wonka (2023) film from that movie! Also, it makes the transition from Timothée Wonka to Gene Wonka all the more tragic.

Sorry for such a long post and info-dumping but I just really wanna talk about him and the amount of joy Mr. Wonka has given to me over the years!

Willy Wonka never steals but he has certainly stolen my heart. ♥

[effieotto]

The Golden team Epilogue

What would be their fun activities? headcanon

-Katniss obviously loved hunting in the woods, but with all the new people living in Twelve and the high demand for game, what was just a hobby to keep her mind occupied, soon turned into some kind of community duty -enjoyable but monotonous- so she decided to explore other areas as well, since she was constantly around people like Peeta and Effie and their contagious hyper productivity. Katniss started with the basics, like learning how to bake so she could help Peeta with the bakery sometimes, what developed into an obsession of baking different flavors of pies -she did one different kind every dinner night at Haymitch and Effie’s house.

When she saw Haymitch in his process of looking for which hand-crafting-hobby would fit him better, she joined them out curiosity. Effie tried to teach her how to knit and Peeta tried to teach her how to paint, but nothing seemed to hold her interest for long, so she stayed with just scrapbooking her memorial book

-Haymitch liked to do things he could use to work out his brain, like playing chess or doing riddles. However, with Peeta’s constantly presence, he eventually started savoring working with his hands -cause it reminded him of his ma and the nights he spent watching her doing her seamstress duties- so he joined Effie in her long journey of finding the perfect hobby and tried a couple of stuff. He didn’t enjoy the sewing process -apart from mending his own clothes, which gave him some sense of self-sufficiency, the processe was complicated and uninspiring-, crocheting bored him and pottery made him frustrated, so he decided start practicing woodworking. He made furniture for Katniss’s home, he improved his geese’s fence every month, he made small statues so Effie could decorate their house and even start selling some of his pieces at the monthly Carnival in twelve. Sometimes he went back to his old hobbies, like playing guitar for the kids at night and dancing with Effie or Katniss once in a while in parties or festivals, but he mostly enjoyed to stay at home doing his woodwork and puzzles, reading his philosophy books and playing chess with Peeta

-Effie had been very hyperactive since she was a child, but everything got much worse after her rescue. The mere idea of doing nothing and leaving her mind slip away to the memories she was hardly trying to avoid was terrifying enough to make her go crazy in all her attempts of distracting herself, which wasn’t an easy work when staying in the further District. She was restless, the monotony of Twelve drove her mad in record time -not enough to scare her away though; she was truly compound in being happy with them, even if it required some creativity- So she decided to explore all the options she had to spare time, apart from cleaning every room from floor too ceiling every time she felt anxious. Haymitch and Katniss supported her in her journey, but it was Peeta who first excitedly decided to join her, committed to teaching her everything he knew to do. The baking classes were disastrous -she hated how sticky the dough was in her hands, mixing the ingredients hurt her shoulder and she couldn’t bring herself to care enough for the pastries to not let them all burn- so she decided to stick to more familiar ground by keeping her mind occupied with all the different artistic methods she knew; watercoloring, cross stitching and painting the animals she used to see on the woods during her and Katniss’s morning walks…well, her morning walks and Katniss vain attempts to hunt with her former escort’s loud voice keeping all the animals away

Latter, when Katniss and Haymitch joined their little hobby hunting club, Effie revisited her old specialties, improving her passion for Pottery and doing beautiful vases, pots and ceramic plates for everyone she knew -even selling some along with Haymitch’s wood pieces sometimes-. It didn’t took long for her to develop a sort of a routine: When she hadn’t to work, Effie spent her mornings gardening with Peeta at their public garden, taking care of her delicate flowers and the apple trees she was so beautifully cultivating -her undertake to do something nice for the community, as a way to payback for her former employment, or at least mitigate the damage- Then she would join Peeta at his studio and dedicate her time with her pottery and cross stitch: or stay at home and play cards with Haymitch -because she absolutely hated chess. At night she would stay at home, knitting or sewing her new clothes and watching Haymitch doing puzzles in the coffee table. When everything got too boring, she liked to make small embroidery stitching flower patterns to he hem of Katniss’s dresses or embroidering Peeta’s name in random pieces of cloth so he could decorate his house with them

-Peeta was desperate to distract himself of his always disturbing mind, so when Effie suggested they could try together various forms of entertainment, he immediately agreed, very satisfied with the ideas they were coming up with. To start, he devoted a big part of his days, when he wasn’t at the bakery, to their new community garden! Planting vegetables and medical herbs while leaving her with the beautiful flowers and fruit trees -he didn’t mind the dirt and sweet colorful stuff were always her thing anyway. He and Katniss developed a new routine of discovering new things to do together; like baking and playing the borde games Haymitch had gifted him with, because apparently it’s good for your memory and he could use the help. Katniss wasn’t a big fan of the games and she always ended up sulking at him for loosing far too many times - “you are a sour looser” he would say, and she would gift him with the most adorable irritated pout and they would end up laying in the couch and watching the soap opera she liked so much, even if she denied it

in the end, between his baking, painting, eventual gardening with Effie and walking around the city hand in hand with Katniss, Peeta’s favorite and most precious hobby happened at night, when he would stay in bed with the light in his nightstand on and his jornal on his lap, journaling about everything and anything he did that day. All the emotions he felt, every animal he saw on his way to the bakery, every person he talked with, every single moment he shared with Katniss and all the fondness of those moments….he would write everything he could remember with as much details he could afford. Those memories were important and he wouldn’t let himself forget anything ever again.

[don-dake]

Bluey S1E52: Verandah Santa

[imminent-danger-came]

My new hobby is skimming through seasons of Ninj//ago to induce a fever dream like state in my psychese

[aseuki]

I'm not entirely sure which ones were asked yet, so just do whoever you want for these emoji:

🥘☀️🌙🍒

[ask meme]

Ah, for sure!! *rubs my little hands together*

Oh this ended up WAY longer than I expected so shoving it all under a cut to spare everyone's dashes!

🥘 (Stew) - Do they have any favourite foods or comfort foods? What are their eating habits like? If absorbed by the Cook ability, what healing item would they summon?

Stell's favorite food is strawberry shortcake! Freshly-baked goods are a rare commodity when one is an interstellar wanderer, so they definitely take whatever chance to grab one when running errands planetside.

Outside of the occasional treasured sweet, much of Stell’s diet actually comes from the produce he personally grows in his star through hydroponics! They’re surprisingly quite good, when he does remember to eat haha

For Phemus, she likes to claim that her favorite food is whatever sludge they call coffee in the Underworld Office Break Room asdkfjsdfkn

Under the Cook Ability I think he deserves to drop Battery Acid Spaghetti -50 hp don't eat this

or an actual food item though it'd most likely be the soft serve ice cream cone! Cold and sweet! Little guy is like the snowball after all

it’s honestly debateable whether she actually drinks it or simply pretends to and makes slurping noises to piss off her coworkers >:’D I think she’s pretty partial to the idea of freshly baked bread though, especially something sweet like brioche 🤔

If shoved in the big cooking pot I think she’d drop an orange cream soda! Fizzy and colorful!

☀️ (Sun) - What’s their morning routine like? Do they take a lot of time getting ready in the morning? How do they groom themselves? What are they having for breakfast?

Stell's routine is relatively simple: get up, check in with Anima to see if he missed anything while unconscious, and work from there! Any urgent issues will lead to jumping immediately to work, but if allowed to work at their own pace, they'll take a moment to grab a quick bite and maybe fit in a training session before hopping back to fixing Anima up--working on a planet-sized piece of clockwork is hard work after all! Most of the big personal hygeine is taken care of at the end of the day, so that he can wash off all the grime and grease and dust en masse before bed haha

Phemus is like that weird fucking coworker who you never really see clock in and yet she’s always there before you who knows what her AM routine is like asdkfjn her daily routine is to get up, ✨manifest✨. Sparkle on, it's Monday!

🌙 (Moon) - Is your OC a particularly light or heavy sleeper? Somewhere in-between? Do they take naps?

Answered for Stell here, but for Phemus, it's virtually impossible to catch her actually sleeping on the job--she likes to pretend to when it's funny (or when she's slacking) but don't be fooled by the incredibly obvious snork-mimimimis

🍒 (Cherry) - Out of all of the Dream Friends [Kirby included], which ones would they get along with the most? The least?

Looks at Stell and their extremely asocial nature. Honestly, the question may be who would tolerate each other the most asdkfjn That being said, Meta Knight or Dark Meta Knight have the highest chances for allowing mutual tolerance since they’re both the least likely to poke into his business outside of the inevitable challenge for a spar (which he’d happily oblige).

As for who he’d get along with the least, well it’s said that like repels like, and let’s just say the nuclear fallout of Stell and Susie’s egos clashing would be. Something, to say the least!

For Phemus, her easygoing nature makes her pretty likely to gel with just about anyone, but for the sake of the prompt I’d say her gossipmongering ways would earn her a pretty steady friendship with Daroach, canonically the chattiest motherfucker in the entire kirby canon asdkfjn

It’s hard to imagine her not getting along with anyone in particular, but I can see some of the more reserved folks being repelled by her outgoing demeanor. On her end though, I can likely see her initially approaching someone like Gooey with some level of unease and confusion before settling into ‘ah, this is just how he is!’ and moving right back to being pretty amicable!

That's all I got for now, thank you so much for the ask Kachi!!

[creationsabyss]

Anemoia (How Long Will You Reach For The Ghosts Of Distant Stars?)

They could see the stars tonight, bright splatters of light across the shadows of the sky. They don't really know why they decided to come out here, so far from the comfort of their little cottage, but they don't want to return, not yet at least. Wrapped in their cloak, they nestle themselves into the trunk of an old, hollowed out tree as they crane their neck upwards. The stars flicker and blink down at them, almost as if they were waving a hello. A ridiculous thought they don't mind entertaining as they raise their own hand to wave back. Maybe they are a bit of a fool, but they never claimed to be wise in the first place.

This reminds them of dreams they could have sworn they had forgotten, the wisps of names and faces that linger on their tongue even as the memories faded from their mind. They could almost feel the leathery skin underneath their fingertips, the sharp edges of scales too big. The blooming feeling of awe as feather and fur alike curl around their shoulders. Even the whistling winds, rustling through leaves and grass, remind them of the songs they used to sing, the lyrics long forgotten. Not quite unexpectedly, it hurts. Aching something fierce and bold in their chest, that forces tears to well in their eyes. Logically, they know it's silly to cry over something they can barely remember, over something that the world doesn't remember existing. At least, not in this life.

But they don't swallow down the sob that leaves their throat nor wipe away the iridescent tears that fall from their eyes. They don't mind the chill that seeps into their chest as their tears soak through the thin fabric of their shirt, far too busy watching the stars drift across the skies. They think, at first, only distantly, that they can see the twisting shapes of long serpentine bodies and billowing wings. They swear they can hear the timber of voices overlapped, the shadows of all too human bodies that they should know but can't quite remember. They wonder if they can miss people that don't exist.

They wonder if these memories are what drives them away from the people, the connections, of this earth. Star child, they remember their grandmother whispering to them in the late hours of the night. You are loved, they remember her murmuring to them every day from then on. They remember clinging to her feeble form as she spun tales of mystical beasts and stories of man made gods. Rivers to a lake, spiraling into the deep caverns underneath, hoarding knowledge underneath their silence. They wonder if there was some truth to her tales after all.

Star child, that name, title they suppose, has haunted them throughout their entire life. They wonder if it is why they can taste lightning on their tongue even when the skies are clear, if it is why they can feel the brittle-snap of thunder between their teeth. They wonder if it is why frost cradles their skin even when hearth-warm fire curls in their chest, the duality often leaving them sick and bedridden. Wildfires spark to life, just shy of burning and charring the vulnerable flesh of their heart. That coil around their ribcage and rumble as though the earth was quaking under a cat's quiet purr. All the while, ice forms at the base of their throat, encircling their arms like sharp shackles. They don't mind the chill, even when it hurts to speak. They welcome the frost and the cold, wrapping themselves in snow to stave off the constant heat.

They suppose it is, just like the winds that push for them to wander the world. A wanderlust unseen in their family, where others root themselves into the soil, they take to the skies. Following where the breeze and the gales blow them, the peaks of snow-capped mountains and the depths of oceans. Their body is not meant for travel, frail from the war that wages inside them. But it's not as if they could stop. They ache for the road, to chase after the stars as if they could someday reach up to pluck them from the skies. Their only real companion over the years, the feel of coiled bodies in the palm of their hand and the sound of an echoing roar in their ears.

Sometimes, they still expect a tail to curl itself around their legs even though the creature that tail is connected to only resides in their dreams. They still turn and expect to see the divine tipped claws of monsters, to have to tip their head back to speak to looming shadows of those they should know and still somewhat do, even if they haven't met them yet. Their disappointment when all that greets them is silence and emptiness is often crushing and immeasurable, inconsolable grief that drapes across their shoulders like a dark veil. Those days, they spend their time inside, away from the sun and the stars, away from the gaze of the people that stare and stare. They spend those days painting and writing, over and over, trying to capture the faces and forms of their companions they so desperately want to remember.

But it never looks quite right. Something is always wrong, always off. Failure is a bitter thing to swallow, it tastes of bile and blood and tainted honor. It is the shattering of pride, the sting of human hubris that leads them to bury their half written journals and messily sketched paintings. It is what forces them to grip the few pieces of their memories close, cradling their dreams like the most precious of treasures. Long fluttering scarves and cloaks, flowing fabrics that hide the invisible pouches of chiming bells and glimmering scales. Though they carry little on their journey, they can't help but feel an anchor's weight on their shoulders, Atlas heavy. A worthwhile price for the imaginary companions that drive away the loneliness, even if they do still want to feel the steady heartbeat underneath their hands.

Star child, they muse to themselves, it grows more fitting by the year. Stardust in their veins and the world at their fingertips, it is only a matter of time before they will be cradled in the careful coils of their once lost companions, one way or another.

@n0tamused