#can ya digi it?

[lovelynezu]

can you tell us more about your dragon girl or the parts you used to make her? such a lovely design

ya ofc!

mesh body: legacy

dragon ears/horns/tail/mane: eastern dragon bento set

feet: digi legs dragon for legacy

wings: happy paw - dragon wings

head: cherry head

eyes: bunny paw eyes (by @ladyjaja) (im gonna make my own eye textures for her eventually but im using sofa’s for now)

her hair is from a freebie pack my friend rein made and her body textures are custom… i just used some tiling web background textures and shittily painted them onto the SLUVs in blender lolz

these textures specifically i think:

thats about it!

(me chilling wit razerek)

[ybetzarts]

Had this idea some days ago for my oc

Kid insists on accompanying his father doing guardian duties...he struggles to keep himself awake tho. He's trying his very best🌙

[Character info and sketch below⬇️]

Kaya (am going with this name for now. sounds like a girl's name to be quiet honest. where i got the name from, i might share someday) this was him at 4 yrs old

Did a digi art of him before (aaand, he needs some serious redesigning)

- pronounced as 'ka-ya (like the 'kaya' in kayak, but less sharp, more air)

- the eldest (of the five)

- mellow (youd think otherwise coz of how fierce he may look sometimes<-when he got older

- too empathetic some might say. He's so emotional too, openly expresses how he feels, when he feels comfortable or ok with sharing. Well except when he's mad, that, he tries to hide.

- He once, or more than once, cried as a child when he heard about his father being the last of his kind, stranded and alone for many years. He pitied his father. Between tears, Kaya would express how sad it mustve been. Knuckles finds it...well he would chuckle, but man, that kid's got an admirable heart of gold. Bawled his eyes out when his father told him that theres two of them now after all those years blah blah blah. "Thought I' was gonna be the last of my kind, 'til you came along. Aint that great, bud?"

- his hands/claws(similar to real life echidnas) are too heavy/too dense than normal. Kaya used to cry a lot about it, "It hurts." He trained himself and used this to his advantage. He's a slow runner due to this, but still fast enough to catch bad guys

- he has a strong desire to follow his father's footsteps—be a guardian

- Likes sculpting and carving motifs, ancient and original motifs, out of almost any material...carries an all-purpose pocket knife for carving, crafting spears and arrows, etc.

- he cant be easily deceived, he can see right through you, he jus senses them

🌟Might update this🌟

[jaxxsoxxn]

Me, waving my fingers at Boomer, ominously: Ohhhh, you're gonna get projected on so harddd

Anyway, some hcs that will probably be mentioned in my future fics!

Boomer has horrid object permanence (totally not like me /s) - he can and will forget about some things unless they're right in front of him, the list of those includes: food, people, the whole idea of eating/hunger, sometimes clothes, plans.

Also, Flash adores it slightly, because when they're deeper into their relationship, every time he pops up (even if he was gone only for a second) he gets a kiss and a "'ello" mumbled to him softly. He abuses this power a lot.

Cap believes that anything that can fit in his mouth could be eaten. Does not question if it should be eaten.

He was born in a small town/village in Australia, everyone knew everyone type of thing. Sadly that also meant that everyone knew he was a bastard in the literal meaning of the word.

Loves his mother, does not believe she loves him. Thinks that she's just a good person, that's why she took such a good care of him. She does love him, btw.

I usually hc that she died when he was pretty young, leaving him alone, but in a world where she didn't, she'd love Barry.

"Not only ya gave me a son-in-law, ya also gave me two premade grandchildren?! Oh Digi, lov!"

Digger absolutely dies of embarrassment every time she calls them not only her grandkids but also says they came "premade" or "prebuilt"

Wally calls him sarcastically Digi once and Boomer looks him dead in the eyes and says "I'm fucking with your father figure."

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, Wally...

If Owen lives, I'd imagine he's actually pretty close to Wally in age, if not even older, since Boomer's like 45 years old in my head.

Wally, 22 years old, looking at his new "step-brother" who's 25 years old and looks totally unbothered about the new family he aquaried (he knows every single Flash fam member while none of them know even his name for the first few months)

Owen is a lot like his father, but I'd imagine he's softer around the edges than his dad. Also, lesser accent, since he moved a lot, most of his life.

Owen had rough teenage years, but Boomer was a rock trough them. Good for them.

Flash fam takes a lot of time to get used to two different speedsters - usually the biggest difference is the fact they're use reverse Speedforce or smth alike, but this time Digger is a straight-up fake speedster, while Owen isn't one (even if he has patience of one), though his agility is through the roof. (In some versions, while Owen is! A speedster, he only throws his boomerangs superfast, instead of running! Which is, like, crazy)

At the moment, Owen is acting rather careless. He's well known around most of the Rouges, which also means that if anyone is trying to get to them, they might focus on him. He might or might not ignore the danger fully and deem it "silly"

Flash fam, when they start getting used to them, are actually easily swayed towards Owen. Digger doesn't hold it against them, using "once a rogue, always a rogue" excuse, while the truth was simple: Owen was a kid or practically a kid to most of them - he's easily impressed and not many things can beat the excited kid looking at you like ya hung the stars & moon in the sky Those hcs took a while to get out, but here they are (maybe bc I got fully into Owen at some point while writing them, oops-)

[mew-aka-mimichan]

📛🍀Mimi’s Blog!🌈

🎀🧩😋

Hai! My web tag is mew but you can also call me mimi chan! Welcome 2 mai blog!🍮🐾

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🍀My nickname is mimi, but I also go by mew, clova or mootwoot online! I’m just ur average introverted borderline NEET gurl, obsessed with anything and everything loli, anime, cutesy, kewl, or even a bit ceepi… (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)

🍓about me, pursonallly!

I go by she/they/meow/mew pronouns, I’m biologically a girl,I’m pan,I’m black,and I’m 14! I'm also a cat therian!!! (maine coon):3 I’m homeschooled sooo I’ve got plenty of time 2 be chronically online!!! 😋😋😋 I’m a beginner-transitioning-to-intermediate artist, and an aspiring model… I’m also mental LOL (I definitely have illnesses, but im undiagnosed, I suspect I have autism, adhd, or possibly ocd)

🌀I love decora and mainly jojifuku/cutecore/ kawaii fashion styles, and I’m OBSESSED w/ 2010’s intornet core :3 usually I stay in my room 2 rot all day :P most ov tha time you’ll catch me on 4chan, Reddit, Pinterest, yootoob, and sumtimes tumblr or discord! usually I’m pretty introverted irl anddd even online… so if you try 2 dm me I may or may not reply lolz >_<

🌈fandoms I’m in!

I luv luv luv attak on tittan, madoka magika, mha, ouran high school host club, Steven universe, OS tans and WEB tans, my little pony, lalaloopsy, tawog, touhou, netrun-mon, moetan, yatsouba, kodomo no jikan, K-ON,lucky star, precure, and vocaloids!!!! 😋🍀🍀

>expect me 2 switch between fandoms 🍟

👾i luv 2 ply fnaf, project sekai, danganronpa, Minecraft, beatsaber, roblox, splatoon, Kirby games and Mario gaems!!!💖

🧩and I luuuv listening 2 kikuo, siinamota,frenesi,kyary pamyu-pamyu,sasakure.kk, mitchie M, and snail’s house/ujico!!! 🍰

🏩Just so u know, art will be tha main content of mai blog, but occasionally I can post diff stuffs like vent posts, memes, and edits! _(:3 」∠)_🦴

🍖🌈,🐰🎀,🍼🍪,🎒🧃,🎱🎀 ^_^

🖍️my artttt

I think I’m pretty good at drawing, I’ve been doing digi art for a year, and I’m thinkin of taking commissions for anything! I’ll make a post ab it when I’m ready, ask me 4 more info! (^_^*)🍭

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⚠️if u aren’t ok with this, then ok :3⚠️

-im a proshipper and a darkshipper!!!! i enjoy loli content and draw loli/shouta-looking characters, but I’m not a map(minor attracted person) and I don’t sexualize real kids or condone grooming irl, I’m addressing this because I look forward to posting my art and this is my safe space! ( ^ω^ )🎀

Welp, that’s prettyyyy much it! See ya!!🍰

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[igneous-croc]

DON'T GET YER HOPES UP.... i don't know If I can draw ultra amazing showstopping ultra rendered digi-art this year...... if ya get a paper n pen sketch from me, I dwanna hear any bellyaching, its free art, okeh....

[midorisudachi]

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

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

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

Some of my favourite Zevran quotes:

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

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

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

And the best one:

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

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

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

Alistair: My...? Oh.

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

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

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

Alistair: Whoa! Whoa! Awkward!

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

Alistair: Not listening! La la la la la!

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

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

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

[hoodies-monster-ranch]

(@ask-the-rimiverse) RiMew in her Lycanroc form approaches Legion while holding a glass of champagne. She smiles at him.

"Hiya! It's nice to meet many guests here. I see there's many unfamiliar species here. I think it's called...Digi...mon or somethin' I dunno...

Anyways, can ya tell some fun activities here? Well, aside from talking to the guests of course."

“Th're art many things to doth, at least i desired so. I hath left the activity listeth to mine own creations… although. Thee doth not has't to beest disguis'd in front of me”

[thatleolion]

@fell-contract tagged me in what music has been filling my brain for 2024

Top 10 artist // song

Beyoncé - YA YA

Paramore - Running out of the Time

Lady Gaga - Fun Tonight

Man on Man - Haute Couture

Graveyard Club - Spirit Boy

Hilary Duff - Sparks

Chappell Roan - Good Luck, Babe!

Romy - Lifetime

Rina Sawayama - Frankenstein

Poppy - Hard Feelings

You can tell my workout playlist is taking over my 2024 music haha

Tagging @moderncosmonaut @vctrlf @lil-chernobyl-mutant @haierld @digi-egg

If yall were already tagged then oops 😌

[meli-writes]

Coffee? Vodka. - Ch. 01

Someone silken is looking into Cam-5a, foot tapping, waiting to be buzzed in. She doesn’t know but Torch can’t bring themselves to look back at her in the feed. “Now… what do I have you for today, ma Chérie?”

“Cut the shit,” Buck snarls; means the fake accent. “I don’t have time.”

The flirting too — if Torch could even stop. Their eyes flick to Cam-5b, hidden between never-emptied dumpsters; a low-angle shot, gratuitous even. Torch would smirk at the accusation, insisting the leering upskirt was a mere side-effect of redundant security.

“Rush order?” Torch asks, door unlocked. She’s in the red heels — it makes Torch choke, yank the illegal, under-river Ottawa-Gatineau cable and forfeit a 10000QBD Soko stake. Sep-cred is fake, whatever she wants has to be better. “You know I gotta get somin’ extra.”

Buck pours down the staircase — voice first, “It’s cheap as dirt, Tor.” Then, too-small dress and rainbow-optic hair extensions. She quivers a bit, “I just don’t have… access. Got it?”

“‘Course, Babe,” Torch soothes. “I’m here for you.”

When Buck — eye-rolled — sees Torch, the bulletproof slide retracted, hot-rod biker-helmet on the counter. Torch continues, “What trouble can I get you into? Reccs are free.”

“Uh-huh? For another pretty thing I can’t ever afford,” Buck retorts — not without cred, she thinks, hands rubbing on scandalous, bare freckles and lasered tattoo-remains.

“No toys this time,” she admits. “It’s— estradiol.”

Torch rocks back-and-forth in thought, cowboy boots knocking a mystery box stuffed with experimental, variously-inhumane grenades — compliments to clients Torch wouldn’t mind not turning into repeat business. It feels familiar, some ex must’ve said it, but— Tap-tap.

The bounced, red heel puts a shiver in Torch — their lowers, mostly.

“So— that’s like some kinda poison?”

Whines, known-not-the-pleasant-kind, spill into the cold basement air before Torch can even finish; Buck sees her own breath, imagines they keep doing this on purpose, just to make her tits stand on end.

“Estradiol Cypionate:

40 grams-per-litre, 10 millilitre vial. 3-to-5-percent QTL.

Two of ’em,” she begins. Goes on to describe needle gauges, lengths — “latter should be 16 millimetres” — and syringes in Torch-stunned quantities; Buck’s an artisanal bitch, tools are to be repaired — and Torch happens to know how — not replaced.

Let alone have a hundred, two hundred spares.

When Torch doesn’t start to type it down she looms over, impatient. Her painted nails press on the flame-patterned helm till the polystyrene crunches. There’s an obedient clack as she continues — thin smile on her face, “220 alcohol swabs — actually, no I can get those.”

“Progesterone:

Suppository formulation, 700 of ‘em. 50:50’d between 100 and 200 milligram,

or make it 150,” she finishes, a curt nod when Torch looks up — dipping to the heels, the red ones, for a moment — before their face then locks into a bemused smirk.

“And that suppository goes—”

“Up— My— Ass,” she rebuffs, half-demonstrating in a rude gesture. Her arms cross over each other, retinas she’s digi-tinted in pulsing red finishing their roll into a distant, cob-webbed corner. “You wanna do some follow-up then get it delivered — stat!”

“So it’s for you, ya?” Torch returns, cautiously soft-faced.

“Yes — Tor. It’s for…” Buck starts, before catching Torch’s sweet inquisition too late. She lets her arms fall, thumb-link dropped to where the silk dress bunches at her hips. “Family Doc cut me off, but he could go fuck himself anyway. No, I don’t wanna— I’m not gonna tell you why and now I’m gonna run out in a week and…”

Torch offers a hand, rested on a loose stack of reboxed, tampered bio-pads, and she takes it; still not looking, her voice lowers to a squeak, “It’s— y’know, my medicine.”

“I gotchu, Babe,” Torch says. Her eyes squeeze shut, patterned off the calming pressure on her hand, blind to the smile that’s crept onto their face. “But you know — rush costs extra.”

It takes a moment, and—

Her lips sour; cheeks tremble, pushed up to her nose. Ten and a dozen steps back, hand falling limp and out-of-reach, till she’s lean-to on a crumbling, red-brick pillar.

Buck sucks in a frigid breath.

“No Tor, it doesn’t,” she says, directed at the floor. “I’ll schmooze you for what, a mag-pull grappling hook? Some floorplan, god-knows how you got it and I-don’t-want-to. Those— fucking— reusable shock-mines. Not this.”

She looks up, stare like a ballistic knife into Torch.

“I’m not the one choosing to put myself at risk here.”

Torch’s lip-danced lecherousness feels wretched now. They can’t think — or admit, perhaps — what it was before, other than miscalculated. “Alright… alright,” they say, words pressed around the lump in their throat. “Sorry Babe. You know how I am.”

“I wish I did,” Buck says, like cold, unstirred coffee.

Torch lets a few chuckles splinter out, “Now, how’s that supposed to make me feel?”

“Motivated, one should hope,” she replies. Her heels, Torch can’t look without tasting the dust-covered crimson sheen, point to the stairs as she turns — an inobvious, soon-dashed threat. “I don’t care what it costs, but you don’t need it upfront. It’s cheap, I promise.”

Torch doesn’t indicate much — she prompts, gentle, “Okay?”

There’s some cable-tangled boot tousling as they rattle to attention then relax the semi-startled posture, “If it’s your meds, I ain’t scamming you.”

She raises a brow, crosses her leg so the heels are pointing right at them, holding herself otherwise tortuously unreadable, “And that means you are sometimes?”

When she hears some winced, guttering moan in return she snickers and runs a palm up her cheek, following the blooming smile.

“Only when you ain’t being sharp,” Torch brims, with a restoked glow. “I know you’ll forgive me. Some clients make me money, it’s such a precious few that make me happy too.”

The cheek turns lily-white in her claws, when she drags them off her face it pulls her lips apart, spilling out airy frustration. She doesn’t see it this time, Torch has turned the heaters on at some point. It’d be better received if there was less eagerness in their gaze.

She takes another step, then stops.

One of Torch’s words is pursed on her lips, till it falls out, soundless. Now she’s said all she had to, the shadows slip off; shows the lines under her eyes. Torch thinks they might have to vault the table to catch her, that’ll she fall asleep where she stands — in those heels.

She got what she wanted. Those blood-dressed slippers signal an unmet request.

“Let me run the order,” Torch course-corrects. “Coffee?”

“Vodka.”

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(Masterpost) / (Next)

originally written on cohost 27/05/2024, in response to Make Up A Criminals' prompt:

Thief who's not picking up what you're putting down

for additional context/history, the small reference to quebec separatists is a nod to Caffeinated Otter's own cyberpunk stories which occasionally reference them. example.

[real-total-drama-takes]

Y'all can't handle this

Y'all don't know what's about to happen baby

Team 10

Los Angeles, Cali boy

But I'm from Ohio though, white boy

It's everyday bro, with the Disney Channel flow

5 mill on YouTube in 6 months, never done before

Passed all the competition man, PewDiePie is next

Man I'm poppin' all these checks, got a brand new Rolex

And I met a Lambo too and I'm coming with the crew

This is Team 10, bitch, who the hell are flippin' you?

And you know I kick them out if they ain't with the crew

Yeah, I'm talking about you, you beggin' for attention

Talking shit on Twitter too but you still hit my phone last night

It was 4:52 and I got the text to prove

And all the recordings too, don't make me tell them the truth

And I just dropped some new merch and it's selling like a god, church

Ohio's where I'm from, we chew 'em like it's gum

We shooting with a gun, the tattoo just for fun

I Usain Bolt and run, catch me at game one

I cannot be outdone, Jake Paul is number one

It's everyday bro

It's everyday bro

It's everyday bro

I said it is everyday bro!

You know it's Nick Crompton and my collar stay poppin'

Yes, I can rap and no, I am not from Compton

England is my city

And if it weren't for Team 10, then the US would be shitty

I'll pass it to Chance 'cause you know he stay litty

Two months ago you didn't know my name

And now you want my fame? Bitch I'm blowin' up

I'm only going up, now I'm going off, I'm never fallin' off

Like Mag, who? Digi who? Who are you?

All these beefs I just ran through, hit a milli in a month

Where were you? Hatin' on me back in West Fake

You need to get your shit straight

Jakey brought me to the top, now we're really poppin' off

Number one and number four, that's why these fans all at our door

It's lonely at the top so we all going

We left Ohio, now the trio is all rollin'

It's Team 10, bitch

We back again, always first, never last

We the future, we'll see you in the past

It's everyday bro

It's everyday bro

It's everyday bro

I said it is everyday bro!

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on (espera)

Can we switch the language? (Ha, ya tú sabes)

We 'bout to hit it (dale)

Sí, lo único que quiero es dinero

Trabajando en YouTube todo el día entero

Viviendo en U.S.A, el sueño de cualquiera

Enviando dólares a mi familia entera

Tenemos una persona por encima

Se llama Donald Trump y está en la cima

Desde aquí te cantamos can I get my VISA?

Martinez Twins, representando España

Desde la pobreza a la fama

It's everyday bro

It's everyday bro

It's everyday bro

I said it is everyday bro!

Yo, it's Tessa Brooks

The competition shook

These guys up on me

I got 'em with the hook

Lemme educate ya'

And I ain't talking book

Panera is your home?

So, stop calling my phone

I'm flyin' like a drone

They buying like a loan

Yeah, I smell good

Is that your boy's cologne?

Is that your boy's cologne?

Started balling', quicken Loans

Now I'm in my flippin' zone

Yes, they all copy me

But, that's some shitty clones

Stay in all designer clothes

And they ask me what I make

I said is 10 with six zeros

Always plug, merch link in bio

And I will see you tomorrow 'cause it's everyday bro

Peace

-���

Why, grape anon,

[digitalgate02]

Daisuke: So, Noel... Are you like Mummymon?

Noel: Excuse moi?

Daisuke: Do ya have one eye like him or two?

Daisuke: You have your hair covering half of your face...

Noel: [moves bangs to the side] I don't get it but, I do have two eyes.

Noel: I keep one eye in digimon form to investigate things better. Not going to show you that though...

Daisuke: A digimon eye...? I think it would be really... Uh, uncomfortable to look at it?

Noel: There you go~ That's why I hide it~

Noel: I think humans are not used to those kind of things.

Noel: So, it could freak someone out IF they saw a "human" with a monster eye, haha~

[SOMEWHERE ELSE]

???: ATCHOO!!

???: M-maybe I got a cold... 💧

Did you know that Noel/Arsenemon have TWO eyes unlike Mummymon? He just hides it from the others. And Noel hides his left eye so he can use his digi-powers without catching people's attention.

It would be weird if a human had a digimon eye, right? Hahaha~

[world-class-pizza-pals]

HE NEVER FELT SO BROKEN

Lala tidbit of a thingy im thinking up in me brain.. havent wrote it completely but ya!!

The dust, as it crumbled away it stung in his eyes. The smell of rust and smoke wafted through the area- Tino didn't think rust even had a smell. But here he was.

He hurt. He hurt so badly- he could feel his wounds sting from the dusty air and his constant unrest. But he couldn't rest, not now. Not when...

God, everything was a blur. All he felt he could process was the damn ruins that used to be his home, his pride and joy.. but the were gone now.

The other thing was how someone was laying in front of him. He fought them, yeah. And he won. He felt good, but horrible. Why did he feel so remorseful? Surely...

Surely there was a reason.

.... Wait.

The moment is fleeting. Next Tino knew, he was on the ground, holding Digi in his arms.

Oh god. Now his mind was clear.

He...

They had fought. Digi was so angry at him. And he was angry at THEM- But he never thought he would go this far. After all, he still liked Digi. He was a creation, one of his best..

He hugged the remnants of his dearest creation, feeling tears well up.

......

Destroyed by the very hand that created you.

Its funny.

And so ironic.

I can give you another chance.

To have revenge against the man who ruined you.

Just take my hand.

[baticeer-sims]

Basegame men’s mullet that I hate replaced with Newsea Acid, retextured in Io’s textures by me, with streaked recolor for the “mirror” color. It sure is a mullet and long (see back view).

Teen-elder, 9.1k poly. I used an existing default by @loosiap as a basis to figure out how to have added ages, when I got so confused by basegame propertysets lol, so credits to him as well. (The original maxis hair is only YA-elder.)

If you like a different hair system, I made alternate versions of the default file with other existing recolors of this mesh — in Pooklet textures by Lifa @withlovefromsimtown (x), or for the MM fans there are Poppet v2 textures by @spell-bloom (x). Make sure to pick only one!! Here are swatches of the options:

As a bonus, since the mesh was unisex, you can also get add-on female version of the hair (decustomized to show with basegame hairs). It’s repositoried to the male default, so it will automatically pick up whichever hair textures you have on this default, but ❗will not work without it❗

You can also consider this as 100+ followers gift, since I just noticed I have that many! Thank you to everyone 💞

DOWNLOAD: male default (v1) - SFS | MF pooklet’d default (v2) - SFS | MF poppet default (v3) - SFS | MF female addon - SFS | MF

CREDIT: Newsea, Trapping (mesh); pooklet/io (textures); pooklet, io, digi (colors); Lifa, spell-bloom; loosiap

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temp promo post, pardon.

↻ and 💜 if you're up to interact with some digi-muses (mostly Adventure universe) [ rules • muses ]

I'm Ni and i was @digitaladventurers / @googuruboi / @lovelychosen / @energeticwaves / @shainingusutaa / @kindnessdetective / @agentcinnamonroll previously. I re-made my blog for the fact that tumblr messed it up on the old account (did not save the new tags at all), so yeah.

(the only blog i kept alive from the ol' times is @himekawamaki btw)

A new beginning.

I'm a bit low active at the moment (running some other projects + dealing with a few emotional episodes) but I'm missing to write with those kids, and I do want to write a lot with Rui & Ukkomon if you don't mind to...!!

I'm OK with duplicates -- if you don't write those kids' digi-partners I can write them instead (in case you don't like duplicates or making two same characters meet and interact i mean...!)

I tag spoilers btw. Might be a bit spoilerish about 02TB but yeah, they're properly tagged!

see ya! ✌

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A5 Digi Art Prints | YourDigimonGirl x IrohCards

Guess its time for more A5 Photo Prints, this time with @YourDigimonGirl which you can get here: https://ko-fi.com/s/d176a9cd88 I added a bunch of prints today, so get yours before it is too late! Also, give me a follow, won't ya!?

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[RE:CONNECT - blog v.] Link 5- Who's that pink digimon?

[AO3 version]

Rui and Ayame kept on a bare minimum contact via email. As much as she and Hiroomi wanted to meet Rui again, they agreed with Daisuke about not forcing Rui to do it against his own will. They wanted Rui to feel comfortable with that idea, since he was still gathering courage to talk with them in person. He knew they all are old and possibly do not look like the people in that old photo.

First, he learned Hiroomi went on a drastic aesthetic change -- the boy dyed part of his hair blonde and has an earring now. And Second, Ayame is still wearing twin pigtails, but… lower this time. And it seems her hair is not-too-short-but-not-too-long as well.

But what made Rui surprised was seeing a pink rabbit-like digimon in one of Ayame’s photos.

“Daisuke-kun…”

So, his usual decision was to resort to Daisuke’s digi-expertise.

“Do you know what type of digimon this is?”

And he showed the photo of Ayame and the digimon together, from the saved pictures in his phone’s gallery.

“Hmmm…” Daisuke scratched his head, “Ya know, I look like I’d be a digi-expert but I’m not good at identifying digimon… Maybe if we ask Koushiro-san or Ken…”

“Does Ichijouji-kun know more about the digimon…?”

“Yeah, he was like, some nerd type” V-mon nodded sagely, “Didn’t we tell you he used to be a tyrant who thought the Digital World was a game and the digimon its NPCs? Much of that knowledge he got from… that.”

“Oh…”

“He might be free at this hour,” Daisuke looked at his own phone, “Ken usually passes by here…”

The restaurant’s door opened, and Rui turned his head to look at the person getting in and just standing next to them.

“Huh?”

“... riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight now,” and Daisuke looked at the tall man and the bug digimon on the man’s shoulder.

“Incredible…” Rui blinked, impressed.

“What are you talking about…?” Wormmon tilted his head.

“Good timing, mr. detective-in-training,” Daisuke clasps his hands together, “Always at the same hour on Tuesdays.”

“You pass by quite a lot here…” V-mon commented.

“...” Ken was still unfazed, “the office is nearby, besides if none of us keep a look on Daisuke every Tuesday he might feel lonely.”

“Hey hey, do ya think I’m like, five?!” Daisuke pouted.

Rui did not understand what was happening anymore.

“And Daisuke likes to hear constructive critique on his dishes,” Wormmon added.

“It looks more like you guys only come here to eat for free,” V-mon whispered to himself.

“You need my help, I presume” Ken said with a sassy tone, “What are you up to this time?”

“It’s not me, sorry to disappoint ya” Daisuke replied, then gestured to Rui, “Rui needs your digimon knowledge right now.”

“Oh…”

“Is that okay to ask about this, though?” Rui frowned, “I--”

“He needs to know about a digimon in one of his childhood friend’s photos” V-mon said bluntly, making Rui’s heart skip a beat.

“I see…” Ken nodded, then looked at Rui, “Can I see it, please?”

“Y-yeah,” and he showed the photo on his phone to Ken, “It’s this pink digimon here, if that’s a digimon though… It could be a plush doll too, I think…”

“It’s definitely not a plush” Ken answered calmly, “The Chosen Children Network shares information not only about wild digimon on the loose, but also about their own partners in case they need help.”

“Oh… So you guys…”

“We had seen that digimon before, right Ken-chan?” Wormmon commented, “Two years ago, when the Eosmon incident happened.”

“Eosmon incident…” Rui repeated those words vaguely, “Two years ago…”

“Yeah, a digimon was stealin’ Chosen Children’s consciousnesses” Daisuke recapped, “Once everything was solved by Taichi-san and the others, I asked if everyone else was fine via the Network.”

“A digimon…” Rui kept vaguing some words without realizing, “stealing consciousnesses of those people…”

“Have you checked the responses to your post?” Ken asked Daisuke now.

“Uhh… I did but there were like 20,240,229 replies to that thread!”

“That’s impossible because--”

“I don’t remember the exact number, dude! And I couldn’t sit and read them all!!”

“... A digimon was the cause of the mass comatose incidents throughout the world two years ago?”

Daisuke and Ken's argument was interrupted by Rui’s question. They glanced at the boy again, but how would they explain about that? Sure, Rui had been possibly living under denial that the digimon were spreading and possibly had became some sort of ‘digimon hater’ for a while, but would he have a good reaction if they tell him a former Chosen Child named Menoa Bellucci had modified her digimon’s partner data and turned it into Eosmon?

They reached the conclusion they couldn’t give those details yet .

“Yeah, but we solved that and everyone is fine now” both boys and their digimon said quickly, to not let him feel that was also his fault.

“Anyway,” Ken cleared his throat, “I did skimmed into that thread once, there were around 19,900 replies ignoring the same messages send by the same user in response to the others in the comments, and some of them had a photo of them and their digimon in order to make sure everything went well for them.”

“And…?” V-mon said, watching Ken just scrolling thru his own phone now, while he was talking:

“And if you mark to filter the results by the ones sent a picture in the replies, we get a better view of the results so you have to search for the girl in the picture, and then we will find her post sent two weeks after the Eosmon incident--”

“... Her name is Nakajima Ayame,” Rui said, deadpanned.

“Oh that’s right!” Daisuke snapped his fingers, and then took his phone, and did his own research on that post, “Ah I found her! She has a Cutemon partner!”

“-- Eh?” Ken blinked, totally beaten by Daisuke and Rui just finding the answer before him.

“Cutemon is a digimon with healing powers!” V-mon replied with a grin, “Didn’t she ask you if you needed help?”

“Yeah, she--”

“If you could do that then why did you ask for Ken-chan’s help?!” Wormmon hissed, calling their attention.

“Oh… True,” V-mon blinked, “But Ken was… Taking too long to--”

“But he was TRYING!!”

“Sorry sorry” Daisuke chuckled nervously, “But we don’t know anything other than the digimon’s name and that it can heal others.”

“Y-your knowledge is still needed, Ichijouji-kun!” Rui babbled quickly.

“...........................” Ken’s silence was terrifying.

Rui whispered to Daisuke and V-mon, “I think we made him angry--”

“Sigh,” Ken sighed, “I had nothing to do at the office at the moment,” and shrugged, “Cutemon’s ears are not exactly bunny ears but sensory organs which can sense the approach of someone like a digimon or human immediately.”

“So like, ears?” V-mon blinked.

“Those are not exactly like ears though…” Daisuke replied.

“Also Cutemon is a fairy type digimon,” Ken continued, “and a Vaccine type too.”

“Fairy type? Vaccine type?” Rui felt like Ken was speaking another language, “So it’s not a rabbit…?”

“Definitely not,” Ken shook his head, then he put his phone in the pocket again.

“Oh… Interesting…”

“But why do you want to know that?” Wormmon asked, curious.

“... Nakajima-san is… one of my childhood friends.”

“What?!” Ken and Wormmon exclaimed.

“It’s a long story” Daisuke tried to explain, “Seems like Rui’s old friends are trying to contact him since the Eggcounter we all had with Ukkomon.”

“Did you just--”

 “If I were still the same person I was before solving my issue with Ukkomon… I’d have been concerned about her getting hurt…” Rui commented with a sigh, then looked at V-mon and to Wormmon, “But you guys proved me that… They would be okay if something bad happened before.”

“Hmm… Cutemon is not a brawler type,” Ken mused, “It’s a healer, so most of its abilities are only for healing rather than for fighting tough digimon.”

“Still… If she gets hurt, her digimon can treat her wounds, right?”

“Yes, I guess” Daisuke frowned.

“But more importantly,” Ken looked at Rui again, “Why didn’t you ask Nakajima instead?”

“... I don’t want to bug her,” he said, and turned his sight away from Ken.

“Hmm…” the other three, but Daisuke felt a bit of concern right now.

Daisuke clasped his hands again, “Well, Rui is taking baby steps. He’s feeling awkward right now because… He thinks Ukkomon also did the thing with those two.”

“The thing ?” Ken and Wormmon raised an eyebrow and the other blinked (respectively)

“The mind-control technique he had,” Rui explained, “I don’t know if it was the tentacle-thing or…”

“Hmm…”

 “... Do you know anything about Ukkomon, Ichijouji-kun?” Rui asked after a brief awkward silence between him and the others.

"Not that I recall, sorry."

“...” Rui frowned. He had the feeling that he would just have to wait for Ukkomon to hatch in order to ask the right questions.

“Are you on a break from work?” Wormmon asked him, out of curiosity.

“I took a day off,” he explained, “I was… spacing out again so my cousin-- I mean, my boss thought I should just get time to…”

“... Get your mind in order, right?” Ken completed it, making Wormmon, Daisuke and V-mon look at him.

“Yeah, that.”

“Huh, whaddya mean--”

“I had to do that before,” Ken looked at Daisuke, “When we were ‘rebuilding’ the Digital World and Arukenimon appeared. I couldn’t join your group because I felt nervous and ashamed of my actions.”

“Oh, that tracks now!” V-mon nodded.

“What Rui is feeling here is something similar: He knows Ukkomon and he might have caused trouble to Nakajima and Koyama before, so he’s feeling nervous about messing things up again. And this is consuming his mind enough to send him there .”

“There?” Daisuke and V-mon asked in unison.

“The Dark Ocean, I say” Ken answered.

“I don’t feel like I’m getting… teleported to that place though…” Rui sighed, “Just that… I don’t want to make things worse for everyone again.”

“Everyone messes things up, Rui” Daisuke left the kitchen side and sat on the empty seat next to the boy, and put his hand on Rui’s shoulder, “Like, I’ve heard my ol’ man boss scold me for overcooking something, or breaking something. Or V-mon just breaking something.”

“H-hey!”

"Pretty sure Ken's boss called him out for screwing up, right?"

“Yeah, it happens.”

“...” Rui looked at Ken and then back to Daisuke, he smiled and nodded in agreement.

“But you shouldn’t do anything reckless, again” then Daisuke’s tone got serious and it really sounded like he was getting lectured by an adult (well… they all are adults there)

“Oh… You mean…” he gulped, “R-right… I’ll not be climbing towers anymore.”

“I didn’t mean that, but… Yeah, don’t put your life in danger like that too. Literally.”

“I feel like we had a talk like that before…” V-mon tilted his head.

“If we did, it means we’re just reminding Rui and making sure he got our support here!”

“...”

“And no, bud. You’re not givin’ us any trouble.”

“To be fair, all of this team is full of issues” Ken made a snarky remark, looking at Daisuke, “But that’s why we need each other.”

“Are you two flir--”

“NOPE!” Daisuke hissed, “Don't you dare say what Miyako said before! Besides, Ken and Miyako are an item!” he blushed, embarrassed. 

“I think you’re forgetting something,” Wormmon said with a monotone voice, quite upset with something, “Right, Ken-chan?”

“... Ah. Right… I have to go now.”

“But you barely eat--” V-mon said, but Ken and Wormmon (on Ken’s back) just left quickly like if he had left the stove on.

“What’s wrong with them?” Rui asked, confused.

“Who knows,” Daisuke shrugged, “Ken’s like that. Everybody thinks he's a smart, cool guy, but...he's a walking mess and dumbass.”