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isagrimorie Ā· 4 months ago
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Star Trek Voyager 5x11 - Latent Image
Janeway: It's as though there's a battle being fought inside him, between his original programming and what he's become. Our solution was to end that battle. What if we were wrong? B'Elanna: We've seen what happens to him. In fact, we've seen it twice. Janeway: Still, we allowed him to evolve, and at the first sign of trouble? We gave him a soul, B'Elanna. Do we have the right to take it away now? B'Elanna: We gave him personality subroutines. I'd hardly call that a soul.
Latent Image Gifset series Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
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westywallowing Ā· 9 months ago
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my favorite scene redraw from S5E13: "Migration"
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egophiliac Ā· 1 year ago
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his magic is so PINK and FLUFFY and PRETTY! I love it!
I'm ready to process the Diasomnias now, buckle up
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#art#unique magic posters#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#meanwhile at the super awesome kalim dream base#anyway I KNEW IT! I KNEW HE WAS A DREAMWALKER!#VALIDATION#love me a unique magic that is only really useful in one extremely specific and exceedingly unlikely situation#sure was lucky that silver was on the island huh!#okay everybody i am about to be even more embarrassing than usual over anime characters. hold on.#but i am ALL OVER silver right now. just really really enjoying him!#i love that his reaction to all of this is anger. i love that his reaction to malleus is basically 'how DARE you'#my boy is full of righteous fury and he is going to make it everyone else's problem#his deeply-ingrained respect for mal and lilia is such a big part of his character that it's just.#always such a nice character moment when that breaks!#like when he yelled at lilia during endless halloween night! granted it was lower stakes then but. still.#it'sgoodstorytelling.jpg#meanwhile sebek is over in a corner sobbing and going 'what is HAPPENING' which is its own brand of deliciousness#god. this game really does just slam its fists down onto all of my personal 'I LIKE THIS' buttons.#and now they give me silver's beautiful pink fluffy cloud dream palace. find me a chef to kiss because MWAH#i can't believe they cut it off RIGHT before we were about to learn his backstory. i mean i absolutely can. but you know what i mean.#i have to know the meaning of the shitty acorn bracelet. twst. twst please.
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eggcats Ā· 5 months ago
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(separating this into its own post bc I need the validation of the radiostatic enjoyers)
Alastor absolutely believes that everyone else ALSO thinks that Vox is the most charming and attractive demon in hell, it's just an objective fact - just like how Vox is an annoying clout-chaser constantly trying to upgrade himself towards more and more validation
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Like imagine, for whatever reason, Vox is at the hotel and he's bitching about Valentino, and Alastor is nearby because he doesn't like or trust Vox alone in HIS hotel.
Vox: And then the fucker said that he only sleeps with 10s AND Vox! That absolute bitch, how DARE he?! After everything we've built!
Alastor, confused: The distinction makes sense. I fail to see how THIS is the thing you take fault with, considering everything else lacking in the moth.
Vox, mortally offended that his rival-crush ALSO thinks he's ugly and trying to pretend he doesn't care about it: uh, FUCK YOU?!
Alastor, now both confused and offended: If he included you in the scale, no one else would rate a 10? Although I suppose it is true about what they say about television rotting the brain, if your offense is taken at a rare show of consideration and NOT the publicized and continuous cheating. Ha ha!
Vox is so caught off guard that his screen immediately glitches, and it's not until he does a full system reboot that he can even RESPOND to what Alastor just said.
Alastor is making fun of his flimsy technology when Vox comes to.
Angel is cracking up in the background, watching this entire thing go down.
Vox has no idea where to go from here.
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alexandriaellisart Ā· 8 months ago
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nap time
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mylittleredgirl Ā· 1 year ago
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introducing a friend to star trek after they already know itā€™s the basis for your personality is a little strange because itā€™s sooooo silly but is also the most fundamentally earnest portrait of deep human truths in the universe but they cover these actors in latex every day and say a lot of made-up words very seriously and they have a LARP machine on board and whoopi goldberg is there sometimes and it will change your LIFE but in a way where iā€™m completely normal about it
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heph Ā· 4 months ago
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Call me crazy for reading so much into a show like House MD but I think the main theme of House is that despite doing everything perfectly and being a good person, shit happens.
Sickness and pain will be inflicted on you and your loved ones and there's nothing you can do about it, but to persevere, to fight for your life, to keep living despite it all - to love is a part of the human condition; our capability of love is what makes life worth living, despite all the pain that you will inevitably experience.
This show exemplifies the pain of living and the needs and desires of human beings to keep going despite it all
And idk... There's something beautiful about how a show with so many stupid whimsical dumb scenes can impart something so profound in my stupid little brain
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stevebabey Ā· 9 months ago
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steve harrington but it's that jeff winger moment from community. if u have seen community, u will know... my first stobin-centric piece <3 tw for parental neglect and a prior act of self-harm. this is absolutely on the steve harrington has bad parents train <3
ā€œSteven, this is ridiculous.ā€
Robin freezes in place. Her hand hovers over the remote she's just placed back down, her limbs locking up one by one at the sound of the voice at the door.
It is not a familiar voice. She knows who it is all the same.
She fights not to move, knowing the couch springs, old and rusted, threaten to reveal her hiding place, even if it is her house. Robin is very much allowed to be here. Expected, even.
But Steve? Steve is not.
Itā€™s why thereā€™s one Christine Harrington on the dingy porch steps.
Itā€™s an unwelcome surprise ā€” even after all the fuss of the 4th of July, a thousand police sirens, endless NDAs, and too much blood on his uniform, Steveā€™s parents hadnā€™t shown.
Out of town, Steve had said, his bashed in face making it impossible to read his expression. His eyes were haunted and misty but Robin couldnā€™t tell if it was from the horror of the night orā€¦ a loneliness far older.
So Robin had done the fussing. Had dragged him home with her, shooed away her rightfully nosy parents, and mended him up on her bathroom counter.
Steve had been silent, a little wide-eyed as she worked on each cut, each bruise ā€” but with her gentle touch, he had been helpless to do anything but melt beneath it.
Heā€™d called her Robbie for the first time that night. Theyā€™d fallen asleep with their hands intertwined, her arm hanging off the bed to reach out to him on her bedroom floor.
Robin still hasnā€™t met Steveā€™s parents, even though itā€™s been more than a couple months since that night.
Sheā€™s been to his house countless times too. She knows where the spare key is, if she ever loses her own copy, that is. Knows which stair squeaks on the way up to the second floor and how the lock on the downstairs bathroom gets jammed too easily.
Sheā€™s eaten the best grilled cheese of her life in their kitchen, sitting on the counter.
Sheā€™s laughed so hard sheā€™s cried on their couch, getting the throw pillows wet with her happy tears.
Sheā€™s still never met Steveā€™s parents. Til right now.
Christine Harrington has her arms wrapped tight around her frame and Robin has no doubt that on her face is a frown that could make babies cry.
She canā€™t see her face though. Can only just see a glimpse of her tense body from where she sits. Steve blocks part of her view, his own tense frame in the doorway.
Heā€™d answered the door instead of Robin only because he had the foresight to glance at the front window after the first rap at the door. It was late. Robinā€™s parents certainly wouldnā€™t knock at their own home and neither of them were expecting visitors.
The expensive car in the drive, a sore thumb along Robinā€™s street, had given away the identity of just who was knocking so late in the evening. So, Steve had opened it.
ā€œMomā€”ā€
ā€œI mean utterly ridiculous.ā€ Steve gets cut off without second thought, Christine continuing on as if she hasnā€™t heard him at all.
ā€œDid you expect us to spend all evening chasing you around? Figuring out where you were tonight from the Carltonā€™s across the road?ā€
Sheā€™s got this snippy tone that Robinā€™s heard a thousand times from teachers. Patronising. Too cold for it to seem like a genuinely concerned parent.
ā€œThe Carltonā€™s?ā€ Steve echoes, a bit meek. His shoulders have rolled forward, sinking down a bit and Robin can see his tight grip on the door. Still, she stays frozen, rooted to the couch.
ā€œYes, Steven.ā€ Christine says his full name again, all bite. ā€œImagine the shame your father and I felt hearing that. Hearing who you had been associating with.ā€
ā€œDonā€™t say that.ā€ Steve grits out immediately, anger bleeding into his tone.
The muscles in his back ripple as he forces his shoulders back, as if he had remembered how to stand up straight at the mention of his friend.
Robin aches; at the reminder of the stark differences of their upbringings and at Steveā€™s unquestionable loyalty. She finally unfreezes, sitting up a little straighter and leaning forward moreā€” ready to spring up from her seat.
Sheā€™s not sure what for exactly. She sorta really wants to go slam the door on Steveā€™s momā€™s face and go back to being bundled up on the couch with him. The urge is strong enough to make her fingers twitch.
ā€œWhy are you here, Mom?ā€
Thereā€™s a strain to Steveā€™s question, even though he doesnā€™t falter in appearance. Robin canā€™t see his face either though. She hopes itā€™s got the bitchiest expression Steve can muster.
ā€œDonā€™t be smart, Steven.ā€ Christine reprimands coldly. ā€œI know that we may have taken a larger absence than intended but thatā€™s not any excuse to parade yourself around with the strays of this town.ā€
Strays. Robin feels the word pelt into her and burn into her skin, sinking all the way down. It feels like cold water has tipped down the back of her neck. An unwelcome pit forms in her stomach.
She had known, of course, the reputation of a family like the Harrington's. She hadnā€™t quite known the extent they would go to protect it. Policing your child's friends over a matter of image is absurd.
Somehow, Robin can see how Steve grows even tenser at his momā€™s wordsā€” hackles raising like that on a dog. His knuckles turn white. But before he speaks, Christine is barreling on like she hasnā€™t just slandered every one of Steveā€™s new friends.
ā€œAnd to leave the house in such a state?ā€
Robin hears her sigh heavily, as though this really is the biggest problem in her life ā€” which she canā€™t fathom in the slightest.
There was nothing wrong with Steveā€™s house. No mess beyond the usual evidence that someone, you know, lived there.
ā€œMom, Iā€”ā€ Steve starts again.
ā€œWell, Iā€™m sure you have your reasons. You always do.ā€ She says it so pointedly, like Steve was known for peddling lies to weasel his way out of trouble.
Itā€™s so un-Steve it makes Robin blink hard, wondering if she had heard right.
Steve was honest. He owned his mistakes and he took things on the chin. It was something she had liked most about him in the beginning.
Back when it was all snark and Robin told herself she was never going to be his friend, in this universe or anything other. That even then, reluctant co-worker and nothing more, Steve was honest and decent to her always.
ā€œNow, come on now.ā€ Christine Harrington huffs out her demand. ā€œYour father is waiting in the car and there no use winding him up more than you already have.ā€
Robinā€™s stomach turns at her words. It had been a topic of discussion between them, one night weeks ago, lips loosened by the dark. I feel like a dog to them, Steve had admitted quietly, his breath against her pillow and his warmth under her sheets. Like they just leave alone most of the time but expect me to perk up and come running the moment they call. I hate it.
ā€œIā€™m not coming with you.ā€
The words stammer on their way out like he had forced them outā€” and Robin wants to sing sheā€™s so proud of her best friend.
ā€œExcuse me?ā€
ā€œIā€™m not coming with you.ā€ Steve repeats himself, the words a little firmer this time. ā€œIā€™mā€¦ Iā€™m spending the night here, with my friend Robin.ā€
He trails off, the words weaker, losing steam. Robin rises to her feet, the tell-tale squeak of the couch springs letting Steve know she was still here. Still right behind him.
It makes him stand a little straighter.
ā€œIā€” Iā€™ll come home in the morning.ā€
Christine Harrington makes a little scoffing noise, a high pitched faux laugh as if Steveā€™s said something amusing.
ā€œTell me when did I raise such an ungrateful brat?ā€ She muses meanly and Robin doesnā€™t miss the way Steve flinches lightly. ā€œWe give you free rein of the house, apt time by yourself, and yet when we request you to spend a single evening with usā€”ā€
ā€œYouā€™re not asking, youā€™re demanding.ā€ Steve cuts in, his voice more heated now.
ā€œOh hush, Steven. You act as if weā€™re so awful.ā€
Itā€™s all dismissal. Everything, every word, a dismissal.
ā€œI just canā€™t win with you, can I?ā€ Christine sighs again, disappointment dripping from the sound. ā€œEither weā€™re not here enough or weā€™re here but you canā€™t find time to have dinner with your family. Which is it, Steven?ā€
In the doorway, Steve begins to bristle. Robin really, really wants to slam the door now ā€” if only to stop this conversation that seems to keep cutting deeper and deeper into her best friend.
She steps closer to him, moving as silently as she can, and makes sure to stay out of sight as she places a hand gently on the small of his back.
Heā€™s shaking, she realises.
Her heart twists painfully in her chest.
Then, deathly calm, Steve says, ā€œDid you know in 7th grade, I lied and I told everyone in my class that I got appendicitis?ā€
Robin blinks at the change in subject, the strangeness of Steveā€™s comment. She does remember that, vaguely. A boy in the year aboveā€” it had been a wildfire rumour that had turned out to be true.
Or so she thought. Staring hard at the planes of Steveā€™s back, the pit in her stomach yawns with an anticipation of devastation. Her hand on his back curls up a bit.
ā€œYou and Dad were gone for the whole month to Washington. It was the first time you had ever gone for that long and you didnā€™t even tell me until the day before you left.ā€
ā€œStevenā€”ā€
ā€œI just wanted someone to worry about me.ā€ He steamrolls on, tone too casual for the story he was telling. ā€œAnd it worked."
A beat.
"But then Cassie Lange asked about the scar.ā€
Robinā€™s hand on Steve's back twists up tighter. She feels like she knows whatā€™s comingā€” but wishes it to be not true.
She doesnā€™t want to think of Steve, little twelve year old Steve, doing all that he can for a scrap of attention he was supposed to be getting from his parents.
ā€œAnd rather than admit Iā€™d liedā€¦ā€ The words come out too tight. ā€œI went and found your sewing scissors and I made one.ā€
Thereā€™s this icy bite to Steveā€™s voice, his shoulders tensed back up. Christine still hasnā€™t said anything.
ā€œI hurt like a bitch but it was worth it. I got a card from every single person in my class.ā€
ā€œYou wanna see the scar?ā€ He asksā€” then heā€™s moving, his hand rucking up his sweater and shirt and exposing the skin of his stomach. Christine makes a noise like a muffled gasp. Robin feels a bit sick. Steve drops his shirt.
ā€œAnd I kept all of those cards I got ā€”all 17 of them stashed them under my bed in a box that I still have til this day.ā€ He exhales through his nose. ā€œBecause it was proof that, at some point, somebody actually gave a shit about me. Because you didnā€™t. You didnā€™t then and you donā€™t get to now.ā€
His words hang in the air. Thereā€™s a long stretch of silence where Steve stares down the woman on the porchā€” someone closer to a stranger than a friend.
ā€œSo, I will see you at home, tomorrow.ā€
And then he slams the door to Robinā€™s house shut with a finality that shakes the air. Robin tenses up at the loud noise. Steve doesn't move, just stays staring at the closed door.
Behind them both, one of the noisy pipes in the house makes a loud noise. It sounds worse than usual as it breaks the silence.
Outside, Robin hears the click of heels on the pavement as they quieten, moving further away.
The pit in her stomach tightens immeasurably, a faint bile taste in her mouth. She finally remembers to smooth out her hand, pressing it flat against Stevenā€™s backā€” another reminder that she was there.
If he wanted to talk or he didnā€™t, she was there.
Suddenly Steve sighs, an exhale so large that he shrinks down a couple inches, his shoulders dropping. It sounds exhausted.
He finally turns away from the door, to Robin, and she can only hope her face conveys every ounce of love, of support, she feels within her chest.
ā€œSteveā€¦ā€ She breathes softly.
He wasnā€™t crying but just the sound of his name, spoken so delicately, seems to inspire tears. Robin catches the tremble of his lip and moves without thoughtā€” throwing both her arms around his neck and wrestling him into a hug.
Steve goes easy, his arms snaking around her middle and holding her back so tightly it nearly makes her squeak. She doesnā€™t thoughā€” just lets him bury his face in her neck, taking these big shuddering breaths, these half-formed sobs that break her heart clean in half.
She doesnā€™t know how long they stand there. Car engines drone as they pass by the street. The streetlights seem to get brighter. Steve presses himself so close to her, as close as he can, and Robin hugs back just as tight. She gives him all the time he needs.
She wonders if thereā€™s an indent of him on her when he finally pulls back ā€” a Steve Harrington shaped outline imprinted on her soul. It feels like there is.
If she could trace it, she thinks, it would be whatever shape love takes.
ā€œThanks Robbie.ā€ He croaks out. Heā€™s started scrubbing furiously at his face and she can see the wet sheen of tears as he wipes them away.
Robin doesnā€™t move far, just unwinds her arms a bit and lets them fall back to her sides. Thereā€™s an ache between her brows from how long sheā€™s been frowning in concern. Steve looks more disheveled than usual, his usually perfect hair looking flatter ā€” but he looks lighter too, somehow.
ā€œNo need to thank me, dingus.ā€ She says, voice soft. She faux punches his chest and then regrets it when his lips donā€™t even twitch upward. Itā€™s weird to see Steve all undone.
Robin thinks back to that conversation and the callousness of Steveā€™s mom. Her uncaring tone, the use of his full name like an insult.
She thinks of what Steve had said.
ā€œIā€™m sorry you feltā€”ā€ The words get stuck in her throat which grows thicker as she thinks about it. About a self-made scar on Steveā€™s abdomen, made by a twelve year old boy who just wanted someone to worry.
ā€œā€”That you felt like you had to do something like that to yourself. Iā€™m sorry no one noticed what you really needed.ā€
Steve nods slowly, his eyes glazed with a far away look as he stares somewhere over Robinā€™s shoulder. He gives this little shrug, a little huff through his nose.
ā€œItā€™s okay.ā€ He says, voice a bit distant. ā€œI mean, itā€™s not butā€¦ even if I hadnā€™t meant to tell you, Iā€™m glad someone knows now.ā€
It takes another second before he finally seems to shake himself from his thoughts, turning to properly look at Robin. His eyes are red-rimmed and the tip of his nose is pink. Tell tale signs of tears.
ā€œIā€™ve never told anyone that before.ā€
Robin swallows thickly and it takes effort to choke down the urge to cry.
ā€œWell,ā€ She starts. It comes out too high pitched and tight and she clears her throat. ā€œThank you for telling me.
Some kind of smile plays on Steveā€™s lips, as if he can tell that sheā€™s fighting off her sniffling and itā€™s sorta funny to him. It is, a little.
Because instead of being embarrassed or feeling pitied, he feelsā€¦ delightfully surprised to have her care so much. To be so upset on his behalf.
ā€œOh, cā€™mon Robbie,ā€ He gives her that same faux-punch in the shoulder she did earlier and it actually succeeds in making her lips pull up at the edges. ā€œNone of that.ā€
ā€œYouā€™re such a dingus.ā€ Robin says. It comes out a bit wobbly still. Sue herā€” she doesnā€™t have Steveā€™s insane ability to bounce from one emotion to another in a single second.
Steve grins. He wanders back to the couch and flops down onto it. Robin follows and when she sits down, itā€™s a fraction closer to him this time. He gives one last scrub of his face, wiping the last of his tears away.
She nudges him with her thigh. She has to check just one more time.
ā€œYou alright?ā€
Steve smiles, crooked in that way that lets her know itā€™s completely sincere. He reaches forward and presses unmute on the remote, the film theyā€™re watching starting up again with a buzz.
Steve presses his thigh back against Robinā€™s and in the dim lighting of her living room, his eyes glitter with an emotion that threatens to make her want to cry once more.
ā€œCourse.ā€ He says. ā€œI got someone checking up on me now,ā€
Another pointed nudge of his thigh against hers. ā€œIā€™m better than ever.ā€
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witherbythesword Ā· 7 months ago
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if the theory of sam reich being replaced by .. evil wizard dalton reich (and i cant believe i am partaking in this discurse) is true..
i've seen some people asking the question about what those childhood tapes mean. Well i am one of the ancient ones that owned vhs tapes and you know you could replace whats stored on those tapes with overwriting it with new material but it would slowly degrade the quality as the magnetic tape the information is stored on isn't necessarly made to be re-recorded on indefinetly which would also explain the degrading quality of the gamechanger episode.
So my theory is that dalton reich wants to erase sam from history and to do this he is slowly erasing any proof that could hint on sam and dalton being two different people. One thing he appearantly needed to do is overwrite these old vhs tapes of sams childhood.
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remyfire Ā· 9 months ago
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God. God. This episode literally gave us everything.
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fear-no-mort Ā· 11 months ago
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i cant get over the whole time in the real world rick just sat there watching over morty and when he woke up finally rick sounded SO happy the way he just yelled his name excitedly the second he woke up,,,
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the-holy-ghosted Ā· 1 year ago
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anybody else think about the size. of henry peglar. or lack thereof, really
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gingerteaonthetardis Ā· 1 year ago
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The X-Files | S04E06 Sanguinarium
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egophiliac Ā· 1 year ago
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oh no, I love them
(super quick doodles done between other stuff, there will be better things later I promise :')
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litrallytyrus Ā· 1 year ago
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their dynamic (homosexual relationship) means everything 2 me
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kideternity Ā· 6 months ago
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[Image ID: An inked digital drawing of Digimon character Amphimon. Amphimon is a cyborg humanoid wearing an altered diving suit, they have large chunky gauntlets and boots, lightning bolt embellishments across their design but most notably on a buckle at their waist, on the bottom of their chest armour and on their diving helmet window. They have diving helmet style shoulder pads, a large jellyfish like skirt connected to the buckle made up of two layers- a puffier top layer with jellyfish markings on it and a longer flow-ier bottom layer- and large circular pads at their hands, feet and knees. The ones on their knees and hands have a cross symbol on them and the ones on their feet have a minus symbol. They have large jellyfish antenna coming from their diving helmet and the exposed parts of their body- such as their forearms, waist and at the inner upper thighs- appears made of straps. Theyā€™re in a front facing action pose, with their right leg and arm pointed down whilst their left leg is raised the calf slightly tucked in, and their left arm is raised over their head. /End Image ID]
I havenā€™t seen all of ghost game yet but Amphimon is by far my favourite new digimon from it
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