#lov speaks

[digi-lov]

Just some thoughts

It's weirdly ironic how Pokémon fans often complain about every game being the same, games being too easy, or too soft and for babies—

And sometimes it feels like, Digimon has everything they're asking for?

Almost no game is like the other, the games can be difficult becuase they don't treat you like a kid that needs everything spelled out for you, the themes can be darker etc.

In my opinion, the biggest problems Digimon games have is the Translations usually, second is that many times a large part of the difficulty is made of grinding and back tracking.

But honestly that's also how I tend to play Pokémon games too? I fill my Pokédex as I go through the game, I don't move on until I caught most if not all Pokémon on a route. Most games I collect a "living dex". I also tend to have teams of up to 20 Pokémon in rotation cause I just love them all.

More than half digimon games I've played, I played in japanese, so not even first or second language, and although sometimes the mechanics seem convoluted on paper, I don't remember many, if any, instances of the game not telling me or giving me the pieces to figure out what to do.

I feel like many people just aren't used to games not coddling them and interpret it as the games being ridiculous and "how was I supposed to know that"

I'm not above blaming myself being stupid before I blame the game.

Obligatory I AM a Pokémon fan note, I play all the games, multiple times usually, I spend months of my own time on the team translating fan mod Pokémon Luminescent Platinum into my first language, german, i throw no hate at Pokémon

[poke-lov]

You ever look at a Pokémon's catch rate and think... Who do you think you are?

[onepiece-lov]

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[hinamie]

newest issue of first years fashion just dropped

[divinebunnii]

over the boxers handjob that turns into feral mouth fucking with no hands pls

[digi-lov]

The word "Jogress" (sometimes spelled in English as "Jogres") is a portmanteau of the English words "joint" 「ジョイント」　and "progress" 「プログレス」," as in the two Digimon who undergo this evolution can be described as getting stronger (progressing) together (jointly).

— wikimon.net Evolution page entry on Jogress [ https://wikimon.net/Evolution#Evolving_by_Combining ]

For Digimon related research, I recommend wikimon.net as a starting point!

For simple japanese dictionary searches I recommend jisho.org

Google Translate is quite unreliable and basically useless if you don't search japanese terms in japanese writing systems due to many same sounding words.

The "woman" in that google translation is the result of jo being a possible reading for 女 woman in compound nouns. But the same goes for 助 help, rescue, assistance (that is the "suke" in Josuke for any Jojo fans here), 序 order, 恕 compassion, 除 division, 𥝱 10²⁴, ... and more.

On top of that, japanese is a very context dependent language, so it's very hard to translate if you aren't familiar with it.

Sorry for the nerd mode, I studied japanology and couldn't stop myself

So, I'm watching the Japanese version of Digimon Adventure 02 and the episode where Ken and Daisuke jogress for the first time, and I want to know what jogress means so I run it in Google translate and.

I regret my decision.

Just don’t put jogress with only one s

[stodareegg]

@/amalashuor / Vetted Gaza Fundraiser List #175 / gfm / more info

@/90-tawfik / vet by @/90-ghost / gfm / more info

If this poll gets 25 rbs from different people before it closes, I'll draw something from this

[bulbagarden]

just saying i think it's extra valid to play pokémon anywhere especially at hockey games

[digi-lov]

Kari Kamiya P-127 P <03>

[Start of Your Main Phase] If you have fewer security cards than your opponent, gain 1 memory.

[On Play] Activate 1 of the following effects:

•You may play 1 [Salamon] from your hand without paying the cost.

•One of your Digimon can digivolve into [Gatomon] in your hand without paying the cost

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[Security] Play this card without paying the cost.

[digi-lov]

Reposting of Stolen Art in the Digimon Community

Idk, I wanna draw attention to this. But I don't really know what to say. I've made multiple posts about individual issues before. I just feel like I have to use the platform I have to spread awareness.

Please, before liking and reblogging art, take a moment to check if the artwork has been stolen.

Me and others often try to link the original art in the comments as soon as we come across it.

If someone is a confirmed thief, mass reposting for notes, block them.

Stolen art gets hundreds of notes despite people pointing out it's stolen.

It just breaks my heart to see artists pour their love into artworks for this Fandom, only for it to be stolen and spread without credit.

About a year ago, I called out another user for stealing countless artworks. I went through their entire backlog and looked up every original artist.

I contacted them to tell them to at least give proper credit. They added all my researched sources to their posts, but...

They went back to repost uncredited art again, not much later.

[Left: @/ rastadog77 on twitter | right: @/danzilla on dA]

And this user is not the only one. And they have zero shame.

This user stole artwork the artist entered the Digimon Illustration Competition with. This artist, by the way, is an official artist of the One Piece TCG and more.

This thief had the gall to steal another Illustration Competition's Winning Artwork!

This is just insulting.

[poke-lov]

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Here's a little guide to my tagging system!

I use #poke lov reblog for anything I reblog, in case you only wanna see original posts, and I use #not cards for posts not related to the card game. Personal comments will be divided into #personal #lov speaks #lov rambles and any asks I'll get will be tagged as #lov asks

Since there are plenty of Pokemon Card Blogs already out there, I'll be focusing on the Scarlet&Violet era and onwards.

You can find all posts with any references in the tag #pokemon references

You can search for cards by the pokemon name or the illustrator, ex. #pikachu #aoki

I also have a specific tag for #ex pokemon

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and also separat tags for #pokemon cards and #supporter

As of now I have no plans for items, tools or stadium cards, but if I ever do post some, they'll be tagged as such.

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[rosekeu]

RED. [dabi x reader]

this is chapter 4!

[ prologue ] [chap.2] [chap.3]

[previous] [next]

chapter 4 ; sypnosis: you try to communicate with Dabi but it ends miserably, but you go on your first real mission.

warnings: (painful) slow burn, small canon-divergence

taglist open!

You've been practicing non-stop since Dabi threw you that practice workbook. The pencil wobbles slightly in your grasp as you press the tip to the paper. The letters feel stiff, uneven, but they’re there.

Boy.

You trace over it again, slower this time, trying to smooth out the jagged edges. It still looks clumsy, an embarrassing first attempt, but it’s something. And it’s yours.

Your fingers hover over the page for a second longer before you push the book shut. You want to show him.

Dabi’s been gone for a couple of days. Not that you kept track, but it's hard to miss his absence when you recognize the sound of lousy footsteps and his snarky remarks.

But now he’s back, slinking into the main room like nothing ever happened, like he hadn’t just disappeared without a word. The others barely react, used to his comings and goings without explanation.

You watch him from the couch, waiting, waiting—until he finally moves past you, heading straight for the hallway.

You sit up quickly, grabbing the notebook. Your steps are quick but quiet, the book clutched in both hands as you follow after him. He doesn’t stop until he reaches his door, one hand on the knob when you reach out, tugging his sleeve.

Dabi turns, looking down at you with tired, half-lidded eyes. “…What?”

You hesitate, then flip open the book, turning it to face him. The word stares up at both of you in shaky, uneven strokes.

He stares at it. You stare at him. Expectant.

His brow furrows slightly. “Boy?”

You nod.

A pause. Then—

“What are you on about?” He looks at you, then at the page again, as if maybe he’s missing something. You give him a pleading look. 

Dabi’s brows pull together slightly. His gaze flicks from the page to your face, searching for something—anything—that would make this click. He leans his weight against the doorframe, arms crossing.

"Boy," he mutters under his breath, like saying it out loud might help. "The hell is that supposed to mean?"

You shift on your feet, gripping the notebook tighter and eagerly tapping the pencil against the word. You thought he’d understand right away. That he’d see the word and—

Know. 

Because ever since you got here you wondered why Dabi knew so much about you. So he must know about your personal life too, right?

Your lips press together. You shake your head, tearing the page off with more force than necessary before shoving it against his chest. His hand comes up instinctively to catch it, fingers curling as he catched it. 

Dabi blinks, caught off guard. His fingers crumple the page slightly as he grips it, eyes flicking from the torn edge to your face.

"The fuck—" He stops himself, exhaling sharply through his nose. His jaw shifts, and for a moment, you think he’s going to throw the paper back at you. But instead, he just stares at it.

Your hands curl into fists at your sides. You feel stupid. Stupid for thinking he’d just know. For hoping, even for a second, that he’d get it.

As you storm into the couch of the living room, you don’t even notice the figure in front of you until you collide into it. A firm, unyielding presence stops you in your tracks, and a slow, raspy voice follows.

“I was looking for you.”

You blink, tilting your head back slightly. Shigaraki stands before you, hunched as always, red eyes staring down through the hand covering his face.

Your brows knit together.

He doesn’t give you time to question it. “You’re coming with us.”

—

The inside of the truck rattles with every little bump in the road. You're standing inside the wide open container of a stolen truck alongside Dabi and Mr.Compress, the air is thick, everyone is so concentrated. Shigaraki is perched at the top of the container, watching– waiting. And Spinner is at the front, hands gripping the wheel as his eyes focused to stay on the road ahead.

This was your first “mission” and your wrists were still cuffed. Cold, familiar, and suffocating. They had been there since you joined, a precaution, a leash. 

What the hell were you supposed to do when you couldn't even use your quirk?

And then as if on cue, a soft click. Dabi reaches over, his fingers brushing against your wrist as he undoes the restraints with ease. The cuffs fall away, clattering against the floor of the truck.

And suddenly, everything hits you.

The rush of air swirling inside the truck, the rumbling of the shitty tires against the hot pavement, the heartbeat of each person around you– fast, slow, steady, erratic. The overwhelming sensation of it all. 

Your quirk was no longer laying dormant. It stretches along your environment almost alive.  It doesn’t just extend—it reaches, curious, hungry, threading itself through the air like veins beneath the skin.

The world isn’t still anymore. It shifts. It moves with you.

And it’s loud. But not in a way that hurts. It’s home. 

You let go of a breath you weren't sure you were holding, your fingers flex instinctively, adjusting to that sensation of having a missing part of you back. You tilt your head, and the sounds outside— muffled voices, the hum of police radios—fold into you, become part of you.

“Hey, lizard! Stop weaving! I get motion sick.” Dabi yells towards the opposite end of the truck. It takes you out of your trance as you hear Spinner from the driver's seat scoff.

“Don’t call me lizard! The name is Spinner!”

“Shut up and focus on driving.” 

You barely listen to the banter as you keep your eyes on the police car in front of you that escorted what you assumed to be the target of your mission. You tried to listen inside the black truck but it was hard with all the commotion around you.

Before you know it, Dabi shoots a straight line of blue fire towards the vehicle.Your eyes widen, you haven't really seen him quirk before. You expect to hear tires swerving or maybe a panicked thought from the police man driving but it doesn't come.

And Dabi seems to notice too. “What is this?” A smirk finds itself on his face. 

You focus, closing your eyes and you hear it. Small tiny grains moving against each other. Sand.

You tap Dabi’s shoulder– “It’s sand.”

He hears you inside his head and smirks wider. As if he knows something you don’t.

"Smart girl," he mutters, barely above a whisper, but there's something smug beneath it, something amused.

Your attention snaps back to the convoy as the sand twists, shifting, moving unnaturally— a quirk.

“Ugh, of course they sent a hero with them.” Shigaraki whines. “What a pain. Spinner, slow down!” 

And he does. Now getting closer to the police car where the pro-hero and a few officers were. Shigaraki jumps on to it— head first. It’s stupid you think. 

The pro hero can be seen hanging from the driver’s door, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Not so fast! You may be able to disintegrate everything you touch, but that won’t work against sand."

In an instant, the shifting grains twist and coil, trapping Shigaraki in place. You react instinctively, raising a hand to pull him free— but before you can, a firm grip stops you.

Mr. Compress.

“He’s getting pretty famous,” Dabi muses, watching the scene unfold with an almost lazy amusement.

Mr. Compress flicks his wrist, sending a teal marble rolling onto the road. His smirk deepens. “Shigaraki is only a misdirection— a little sleight of hand, if you will.”

He chuckles, the dramatic flair unmistakable. “It’s not your time to shine yet, my dear.” You can hear the grin in his voice, even as chaos unfolds around you.

With a flourish, he gestures toward the convoy. “Watch carefully as the police car flies through the air! No trickery or wires involved.”

Dabi grabs your forearm, yanking you with him as he leaps from the truck. The ground rushes toward you, but you barely feel it—your quirk steadies you, instinct kicking in before your feet even touch down.

Above you, the sharp sound of shattering glass splits the air. Shigaraki tears through the window of the black transport truck with a single punch, his weight slamming into the vehicle as it veers off course.

Flames burst in your periphery—Dabi’s doing. A wall of blue fire engulfs the approaching pro hero, he fights back with his sand. They barely have time to react before Mr. Compress flicks his fingers, and in an instant, the hero is gone—trapped inside a tiny spinning marble.

Your breath is shallow, heart pounding as your eyes dart to the transport truck. The doors are blown open, the insides a mess of scattered restraints and overturned medical equipment. And there, strapped down to a stretcher, helpless in the chaos—

Overhaul.

Your feet move before you can think. The moment you see him, something inside you ignites. Your quirk flares up, stretching out, reaching, curling around every breath, every movement. It thrums in your skull, in your fingertips, demanding release.

“Tell me again who the next leader is gonna be?” Shigaraki kicks the weird stretcher pinning Chisaki down. 

“Did you come to kill me?” Chisaki’s eyes are dull. Lifeless. It’s an expression you've never seen before on him.He’s defenseless. The man who made you feel like nothing—stripped of his power, strapped down like a lab rat. 

And for the first time, it makes you smile.

“No. I thought of something you’ll hate even more than that.” Shigaraki pauses, taking off the hand on his face. “I hate you. Truly.”

Chisaki’s gaze flicks to you then, the first sign of life sparking in his dull eyes. Recognition. His brows draw together, something unreadable twisting in his expression. 

“You’re too full of yourself. Two little boxes. Which one holds the finished product? I’ll just take both.” 

“That’s mine. Along with her.” His eyes darted over to you again. 

A giggle bubbles up before you can stop it. Light, breathless—real. It slips past your lips, echoing in the space between you and Chisaki.

Chisaki flinches. His eyes widen, but he doesn’t speak. He just stares. Like he doesn’t recognize you. Like he’s seeing something he never accounted for.

Dabi tilts his head, lips twitching. “Well, damn. Look at you.”

“You know what I think Overhaul? Someone so obsessed with erasing quirks shouldn't have one of their own.” Shigaraki places his hand around Chisaki’s cuffed arms, his quirk taking effect.

Chisaki's eyes widen, and for the first time, you see it—fear. Real, raw, unmistakable.

Not the cold calculation he always carried. Not the unwavering arrogance. Just fear.

His breath stutters, chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven pulls. His arms, the same ones that once reached for you in restraint, in control, graying and cracking under Shigaraki’s touch.

And something in you snaps.

Laughter bursts from your chest, unrestrained, unfiltered. It's bright, breathless—alive. It shakes your shoulders, tilts your head back. It feels good.

Shigaraki chuckles with you. “If we don’t cut that off, your whole body will turn to dust.” His red eyes flicker to you. 

“Why don’t you do us the honors, Y/n.” 

And you couldn’t be any fucking happier.

🍒 taglist:

@greenmanshoe , @taitaipuart

[bornetoblood]

thinking about how fucking miserable he looks again. busting it down melencholic style. babe the cycle is unending and we are resigned to it

[a-sound-sol]

idk how niche this is but I just imagined Tomura, Himiko, and Touya in a Julie and the Phantoms inspired AU where they’re ghosts that show up years later and appear to Deku’s kids or something and wow yeah. Yeah. Someone should write that fic . Sigh.

[venuslove-28]

Erik... pls caller audio pls pls caller sleep aid or comfort audio... erik if u can hear us

[akkivee]

MADE IT HOME‼️ and got some cool stuff in the mail!!!!!