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[lichdolly]

Metamorphose Temps de Fille - Velveteen Shirring OP in black (2001)

[digi-lov]

Tamer Goods Set Angewomon & LadyDevimon [PB14] Playmat by Tonamikanji

Angewomon ST10-05 and LadyDevimon ST10-12 Alternative Arts by Tonamikanji from PB-14 Tamer Goods Set Angewomon & LadyDevimon

[tararantism]

my lady ravina <3 she's crowdelia's mother and the dagger is for don't even worry abt it...

[blackdigitalrose]

I've been staring at this card a while and wondering why it was an instant buy, despite having no real attachment to said character and it occurred to me that the TCG does a really crummy job on the alt arts of Tamers. The appeal of this card is not the effect or the character but how personal it is, Violet feels like an actual character!

It is probably why these Tamer alt sets did so well, no they aren't as personal as the one above but they are at least reflective of the character and their story. The TAMERS tamer alts to this day are still some of my faves!

And while it does feel like they have been putting a bit more effort in more recent sets, it still isn't very personal, even if it is a stark upgrade from this.

Most Tamer alts are fine, they are ok and ultimately that's it, it's all you can say about them.

So, in brief, what do I mean; basically, it isn't like the Tamers have personalities of their own or things associated with them!

I have examples! This post is already pretty long but I could likely think up ideas for all our main Tamers but for now, I'll keep it at one per show.

Tai

01 - Cleaning down his football/soccer gear.

02 - Watching a game from the stands, Agumon in a hoodie.

Tri - Walking home with Agumon on his bike.

Yolei

02 - Repairing a computer or helping out at her families shop.

Henry

Tamers - During a training session, you could have Terriermon peeping a watch through a window or in his room studying up about the Deva's with the poster from the show, Terriermon in plush mode in the background.

J.P

Doing a magic trick to cheer up others/entertain classmates or perhaps drawing up a blue print to something as a nod to his engineering prowess. (Just because I disliked it, doesn't mean I wasn't paying attention)

Tohma/Thomas

Gaomon bringing him tea while he studies or watching him boxing or a remembrance nod towards his mother.

Nene

Xros Wars - Spying on others

Hunters - Idol performance

Appmon, what's Appmon ^^;

Ghost Game sshh, bias is real

Hiro - Sharing a chocolate bar with Gammamon while camping.

Kiyoshiro - Working at any of his shown many projects e.g the Powerplant.

Ruli - Chasing up a scoop for her socials/ Lirurun.

[221beloved]

Some notes at the end, fluff first :)

I've got you (alt. prompt)

(Link to ao3)

It had been in the middle of the night, well after midnight, when they’d met in the kitchen. Sherlock had heard John scream in his sleep, had gotten up from the sofa and stumbled into the kitchen, his vision blurry from sleep. He’d filled the kettle, had watched the tea draw and added milk, then retreated into the living room. He’d considered playing his violin to maybe lull John back to sleep, but he’d already heard him shuffling around in his room.

John had padded down the stairs not long after, yawning, and Sherlock had heard the surprised “huh” from the kitchen. He’d gotten up, wondering what John was seeing, and had found him staring at the two cups of tea. Right, he’d made two cups, in case John would’ve wanted company.

“Sherlock?” John had asked, slowly turning to look over his shoulder. Sherlock had tilted his head, wondering why John was so thrown off track by a simple cuppa. Or two, at that. His lack of sleep, maybe. John had looked exhausted, bags under his tired eyes, his skin pale, his body slumped.

“I heard you scream,” Sherlock had said matter of factly. “I made tea. Just in case. And apparently I made a cup for me as well. I don’t like it with milk.” He’d been babbling, as if defending his action. He’d stopped as soon as he’d noticed, had barely suppressed the urge to say even more. The expression with which John had been watching him had pinned him there on the spot, had made his heart flutter, his chest pull tight and his stomach lurch awkwardly. He’d watched John take a sip of the tea, had watched him swallow and close his eyes in bliss. He’d seen the question in his eyes, and then certainty. He’d been standing there, stock still, following John with his eyes as he’d set down his cup, straightened and turned fully towards Sherlock, slowly approached him.

“Sherlock?” he’d asked again, softer this time, not a question. Well, still a question, obviously, just a different one this time. Sherlock had blinked down at him, his heart hammering against its cage, his stomach knotted terribly. He hadn’t dared to move.

He’d watched John’s hand slowly come up, higher and higher, until he couldn’t see it any more without moving his head. He’d stared at John, wide eyed, until he’d felt the gentle touch of John’s hand on his cheek. He’d flinched from the touch, his cheek feeling as if it had been burned, his skin tingling, his heart now fluttering in earnest, skipping beats and catching up again in the wrong rhythm. With horror he’d watched John’s eyes go wide, had followed the movement of his hand retreating abruptly, had seen various emotions pass those deep eyes, normally shining so brightly, and now so dark with regret.

“No!” Sherlock had blurted, his own hand flying out to grab John’s shoulder tightly. “No,” he’d repeated, staring at him intensely. He’d licked his lips, swallowed. “Please.”

And John’s expression had softened again, understanding spreading over his face. He’d taken Sherlock’s hand, all but clinging at John’s shoulder, and had brought it up to his own face, had placed it on his own cheek. Sherlock’s eyes had gone wide, he’d marvelled at the soft, warm skin under his palm, just a slight itch from stubble. John had smiled at him brightly, extended his own hand again, a question in his eyes. Sherlock had nodded, still staring straight into those eyes, and this time he hadn’t flinched. He’d shivered at the touch, the warm hand resting on his cheek, sending pulses of heat through his entire body.

“Alright?” John had asked, and Sherlock had nodded again. John had pulled him closer, slowly, so gently. “Yes?” he’d checked again. “Yes,” Sherlock had answered, and the next moment he’d felt lips against his own, a soft, warm brush, the spark to set off a firework inside him.

Sherlock had pulled in air through his nose frantically, his other arm had come up and wrapped around John’s body, holding on tight, pressing their bodies even closer together. John had gently stroked Sherlock’s back. “It’s alright,” he’d whispered. “I’ve got you.” And then he’d kissed him again.

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First of all, thank you for reading!

This is probably not a prime example of an ongoing story, but it's all kind of... the same universe? So this is the beginning, how they became a couple, and the rest will all be snippets of their life as a couple.

The ficlets are more or less independant of each other, and all parts can be read as standalones, but there will be some recurring topics. As a bonus, sort of. What I'm trying to say: it's no big deal if you miss a day out. Or several.

I will post the ficlets on ao3 as well, so if you'd rather read there, the link will be at the top. There'll probably be more rambling from me as well...

Please tell me if you want to be added or removed from the list!

@flufftober @meetinginsamarra @a-victorian-girl @lisbeth-kk @topsyturvy-turtely

@keirgreeneyes @the-reading-lemon @totallysilvergirl @helloliriels @221bug

[1trillionbees]

neon genesis ultrakill

[jazzitos]

เพื่อนเล่น ไม่เล่นเพื่อน (Cover Version) ♪ 🎧

[gengernoway]

⠀✦、DOGWOOD BORER SWARM：ALT-01

"An alterhuman flag for when you’re a swarm of dogwood borers / a hivemind of them".

⠀✦、TAGGING：@radiomogai、

[ PT: dogwood borer swarm: alt-01, "an alterhuman flag for when you’re a swarm of dogwood borers / a hivemind of them", tagging radiomogai, check our interact with caution, oomf. End of PT ]

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

RiD 01 Megatron

[desktopdog01]

updated desktop dog reference sheet!!!

(text from the pics under cut)

image 1: reference march 2024 ; DESKTOP DOG (logo)

image 2: alternate colors... the possibilities are endless !!! ; DESKTOP DOG (logo) ; when choosing a color scheme, try and keep the following in mind: "how would this look as a toy?" ... although not the most important factor in choosing colors - that factor being just what feels right - it is important in keeping in-line with what DESKTOP DOG represents. most importantly, though, just have fun!!! ; reference march 2024

[hellsgreatestshow]

With things how they had been, Lucifer knew he needed to help. He was rather anxious though. He had abandoned everything for years which had led to this all. He had no one to blame but himself.

Her nervously fidgeted with his cane as he looked at the mirror. He fixed himself up. A little magic to lift his eyebags and a smile was all it took. He had to admit, he looked good. He finally headed out to crash a party.

He used a portal to appear at the door. He was greeted by a very surprised little imp. He was shown to the grand ballroom. Many Goetia were there whispering and giving him looks. There were going to be a lot of rumors about this.

He walked over to stand by the first one who wasn't giving him a dirty look, Vassago. He cleared his throat. "Would you like to dance." He asked offering his hand to the prince. He was here to show he was trying. No one would change that.

Starter for @usagoos

[lichdolly]

Metamorphose Temps de Fille - Velveteen JSK (2001)

[redcomet-stims]

Content warning: mild flashing

🚆🎻💽 Day 13 of @deadboystims's 300-follower event: a character I both kin and relate to is...Shinji Ikari from Neon Genesis Evangelion :-)

Yeah, I don't think it's a very good fact about me, but it certainly is one...! 😀 Ever since I started this show, I've had this both spiritual and "relatable"-sort-of-way connection to this man. I see myself in him, and I see him in myself. It's almost like I am him. I feel the way he feels, I think the way he thinks, and I honestly remember some of the moments he's shared. I am him, and he is me.

And I honestly- don't see why people hate him so much...I think his character's well-written, and I get disliking him (wasn't he written to be dislikable? I heard that once) or not condoning the bad things he's done, however...why do SOME people have to be so rude about his character...?

...also please don't laugh at me for being fictionkin or liking Shinji👍

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[shadowpunk]

the craziest pookie of them all @cursemouthed

[digimontamerrichie-tcg]

[faechivalrous]

@uwps002

Barghest remembers the oceans. They were different oceans, to be sure, devoid of all life save the fae who decided to take a swim and infinitely vast, but certain things about these oceans stay the same as those at the borders of Norwich. The salt in the air, the sound of the waves crashing up against the shore...the striking scene one gets when looking out into it from those shores. As a knight, of course, she has little time to frolic in the waves as the people on these shores do...

...but. Should something come from the sea, she should be prepared to meet them, should she not?

"Begging your pardon, miss," She asks the next person who passes by, a woman with light pink hair wearing a swimsuit herself--she ought to know, at the very least, where to get what Barghest would need. She is also....very pretty, but Barghest pushes that aside. "I...believe it's been some time since I was here last, so it would be better to ask than to find myself that the shops have all rearranged. Where can I find a swimsuit like that?"