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[dnofsunshine]

You Have (1) New Message || 02 Crew P1 (Digimon Chatfic)

fandom: Digimon Adventure/02 fic summary:

foureyed brat: @soccer IS his brain are you one of those ppl who has to write everything in lowercase foureyed brat: Or is your grammar just terrible Hikari: for me it’s ~ aesthetic ~ soccer IS his brain: shut up miyako >:( soccer IS his brain: my autocorrect is off cuz of what happened that 1 time soccer IS his brain: and im lazy ken: You mean when you called Taichi-san ‘baby’? Hikari: you huh soccer IS his brain: (*/_＼) !!!! Takeru: Pffft foureyed brat: Excuse me Daisuke you what

Or: The Digimon chatfic everyone has been waiting for, finally posted as a Christmas gift to my Nee-san, Green Spaghetti.

Also available on ao3!

[6:03pm]

Hikari is online. Hikari added Takeru, Miyako, Iori-kun, Daisuke-kun, and Ichijouji-kun to the chat. Hikari named the chat help guys i need a chat name.

Hikari: hey guys Hikari: nii-san took our switch with him to koushiro-san’s and i’m bored

Daisuke is online. Miyako is online.

Daisuke-kun: HI HIKARI-CHANNNN Miyako: Oh girl how dare he  Miyako: How are you gonna play Animal crossing now??

Takeru is online.

Takeru: Hey Daisuke: !!!! Hikari: right?? :( oh well, i’ll survive lol Hikari: hi dai-kun :) Daisuke-kun: i want a switch so bad omg Takeru: Same honestly lol Hikari: don’t worry takeru  Hikari: you’ll always have a profile on mine!!!  Takeru: :)!!

Daisuke-kun changed their name to socceronthebrain. Miyako changed socceronthebrain’s name to soccer IS his brain.

soccer IS his brain: >:( Miyako: What? It’s true

soccer IS his brain changed Miyako’s name to foureyed brat.

foureyed brat: What the hell soccer IS his brain: wut soccer IS his brain: its true Takeru: Lol foureyed brat: Takeru I thought you were cool Takeru: Your first mistake soccer IS his brain: lmao soccer IS his brain: get wrecked miyako foureyed brat: Hikari they’re teaming up on me :( Hikari: hey guys that’s my jogress partner you’re picking on Hikari: and you are cool takeru <;3 Takeru: <3 soccer IS his brain: wb me ;_; Hikari: you’re cool too dai-kun!  soccer IS his brain: she called me dai-kun (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) foureyed brat: Can’t you read foureyed brat: She said it earlier too (¬_¬ )

Ichijouji-kun is online.

foureyed brat: GASP  foureyed brat: Hi Ken!  Ichijouji-kun: One second. I’m catching up with the chat. Hikari: hi! Takeru: Hi Ichijouji-kun! soccer IS his brain: it my best fren soccer IS his brain: every1 move aside ichijouji ken has arrived Ichijouji-kun: Aw, Daisuke. Nobody has to move for me. It’s fine. Ichijouji-kun: Hi everyone. :) Thank you for inviting me into this chat. Hikari: ofc! Takeru: I can’t imagine Hikari would make a chat without including you :) foureyed brat: ^^^^  soccer IS his brain: yeah like r u kidding we couldnt forget u Ichijouji-kun: Awww. Thanks. :)

soccer IS his brain changed Ichijouji-kun’s name to ken.

ken: :)  foureyed brat: @soccer IS his brain are you one of those ppl who has to write everything in lowercase foureyed brat: Or is your grammar just terrible Hikari: for me it’s ~ aesthetic ~ soccer IS his brain: shut up miyako >:( soccer IS his brain: my autocorrect is off cuz of what happened that 1 time  soccer IS his brain: and im lazy ken: You mean when you called Taichi-san ‘baby’? Hikari: you huh soccer IS his brain: (*/_＼) !!!!  Takeru: Pffft foureyed brat: Excuse me Daisuke you what soccer IS his brain: IT WAS OVER TEXT NOT IRL soccer IS his brain: AND IT WAS AN ACCIDENT soccer IS his brain: ken u betrayed me soccer IS his brain: u werent sposed to say what actually happened ken: Oh, I’m sorry! 

Iori-kun is online.

foureyed brat: No I gotta hear about it now Takeru: Same Hikari: yeah me too!  soccer IS his brain: nooooo its 2 embarrssing  soccer IS his brain: the shame is 2 great Iori-kun: Hello. foureyed brat: Ugh you know I think I’ll take all lowercase compared to correct punctuation in texts ken: ? Iori-kun: What? Takeru: Hey Iori!  Iori-kun: Good evening, Takeru-kun. foureyed brat: If I didn’t know you better I’d think you were a serial killer Hikari: don’t listen to her iori-kun, ichijouji-kun <3  Iori-kun: That’s not funny, Miyako-san. :/ foureyed brat: I’m a little offended you knew it was me with the username cos I’m not sure if you actually read thru the chat before greeting us foureyed brat: But then I remembered I’m the only one in the chat with glasses, so Hikari: awww true foureyed brat: Jk Iori you know I love you &lt;3  foureyed brat: Ken you too! ken: Okay. :)  Hikari: you can always change your name again!  foureyed brat: No it’s alredy grown on me foureyed brat: Also I’m getting back at Daisuke for picking an insulting name by liking it :P  soccer IS his brain: ( `ε´ ) Iori-kun: Why did you call Taichi-san baby? soccer IS his brain: shhhhh i was hopin u would forget Takeru: Joke’s on you Takeru: We’d never forget Daisuke Hikari: i gotta know dai-kun foureyed brat: You gotta tell us soccer IS his brain: noooo Takeru: Ichijouji-kun do you know why he called taichi-san baby  ken: Uh… soccer IS his brain: ken no pls dont soccer IS his brain: i thought we were pals Takeru: Cmon no you gotta >:) foureyed brat: Peer pressure! Iori-kun: I am curious. Hikari: >:) soccer IS his brain: no stop ur prbly makin him nervous soccer IS his brain: it was just autocorrect!!! soccer IS his brain: i accidentally put a b at the end of my sentenc and it corrected ti to baby  soccer IS his brain: n then i hit send before i could delete it („ಡωಡ„) Hikari: omg  foureyed brat: RIP daisuke and his relationship with his idol Takeru: Deadsuke foureyed brat: !!!!

foureyed brat changed soccer IS his brain’s name to deadsuke.

Iori: Ha...  deadsuke: guyssss deadsuke: its not funnyyyyy :(((((  deadsuke: i couldnt talk to taichi-senpai for like weeks i was so embarrassed ken: … Hikari: it’s a little funny… Takeru: It’s hilarious actually foureyed brat: No cos I’m actually imagining Taichi-san being so confused and Daisuke just dying of embarrassment foureyed brat: I’m ascending 

Hikari changed the chat name to rip daisuke.

deadsuke: and i thought we were frens Takeru: >:) Hikari: >:)

foureyed brat changed Takeru’s name to Chaos #1 foureyed brat changed Hikari’s name to Chaos #2 

Iori-kun: That seems accurate enough. foureyed brat: Children of Hope & Light foureyed brat: So deceptive deadsuke: trolls in disguise :( 

deadsuke changed ken’s name to the true cinnamon roll here.

the true cinnamon roll here: I don’t get it? Chaos #2: you know that feels so true <333 foureyed brat: Ichijouji Ken Protection Squad <3 foureyed brat: Wait that nickname is really long 

foureyed brat changed the true cinnamon roll here’s name to cinnamon roll.

foureyed brat: Our new bby Iori-kun: Isn’t he older than you, Miyako-san? foureyed brat: Shhhh no he’s our new bby foureyed brat: Too sweet, too pure for this world cinnamon roll: Are you guys forgetting I destroyed the digital world once? :(  Chaos #2: awwww ichijouji-kun cmere i feel the need to hug you foureyed brat: If we were there to protect you it wouldn’t have happened :(  deadsuke: alls in the past my guy <;3 Chaos #1: I accidentally almost shot Nii-san once… foureyed brat: O_O Iori-kun: You… huh? deadsuke: wut Chaos #2: pinnochimon?  Chaos #1: Pinnochimon deadsuke: bruh deadsuke: r u gonna elaborate or Chaos #1: . Chaos #1: Nah foureyed brat: Whoa, did you use all of your three brain cells to come up with that one big word Daisuke deadsuke: shut up miyako >:( foureyed brat: For real tho foureyed brat: You’re one hell of a mystery Takeru Iori-kun: Agreed. deadsuke: even his jogress partner agrees lmao Chaos #2: best friend privileges~ Chaos #1: Lol Chaos #1: My point is, we all make mistakes, Ichijouji-kun :)   cinnamon roll: …have I told you before that you can just call me by my first name? cinnamon roll: I seriously don’t mind. Chaos #1: Ken ( ´ ▽ ` )  Chaos #2: Ken! <3 foureyed brat: Takeru no stoppp foureyed brat: That emoji is too cute for someone as secretly chaotic as you Chaos #1: :(  Chaos #2: miyako look you hurt his feelings :(  deadsuke: no but shes right tho Chaos #1: :(( foureyed brat: No stop making me feel bad! Chaos #2: :(((  Chaos #1: :((((  cinnamon roll: Miyako-san :(  foureyed brat: …fine Iori-kun: You can use whatever emojis you want, Takeru-kun. Chaos #1: :D! Chaos #2: :D!! cinnamon roll: :)  foureyed brat: Oh no yall are killin me foureyed brat: Too cute deadsuke: yall Chaos #2: yall Chaos #1: Yall cinnamon roll: Huh? deadsuke: (whispers) thats the part where u join the chain ken foureyed brat: Okay cuteness ruined cinnamon roll: Oh. cinnamon roll: Yall. Iori-kun. Lol. foureyed brat: Betrayed by my own childhood friend foureyed brat: I’m hurt foureyed brat: I’m not coming to your house this weekend to work on your computer Iori >:( Iori-kun: Yes, you will. Iori-kun: Okaa-san is making brownies. foureyed brat: …I hate that you’re right Chaos #1: Gasp did you say Chaos #1: …brownies? 🥺 Iori-kun: You’re welcome to come if you’d like, Takeru-kun. It’ll be Saturday afternoon. Chaos #2: 🥺🥺🥺 Iori-kun: You can come too, Hikari-chan.  Chaos #1: :D  Chaos #2: :D  Chaos #2: i’ll bring the switch before nii-san calls dibs Chaos #1: Yes!! Chaos #1: We can play Super smash bros!  deadsuke: (╥﹏╥) Iori-kun: …if you’re quiet, you can come too, Daisuke-kun. Iori-kun: And that invitation extends to you, Ichijouji-san.  deadsuke: !!!! iori ily cinnamon roll: Just Ken is fine. :)  cinnamon roll: Thank you. :) I’ll have to ask my parents first. Iori-kun: Okay. Ken.  cinnamon roll: Oh wait. I don’t know your address? :(  deadsuke: i do!! deadsuke: i can come pick u up at the train station! cinnamon roll: Okay. Thank you, Daisuke. :)  deadsuke: anything for my best pal <3 deadsuke: im hella competitive in video games tho foureyed brat: Same foureyed brat: You’re going down foureyed brat: Gonna live up to your name in chat Chaos #2: i’m a little competitive too lol but only in smash bros Chaos #1: Dw I’m not that competitive deadsuke: says the dude who admitted to almost shooting his brother Chaos #1: … Chaos #2: . foureyed brat: At least he didn’t call Taichi-san baby deadsuke: WOULD U DROP THAT deadsuke: I HATE U MIYAKO Chaos #2: i wonder if nii-san was flustered deadsuke: nvm i hate u all

[almiacastle]

Trying to learn that it’s not my responsibility to create or maintain harmony in the lives of those I care about. They are allowed to have difficulties in their lives and struggles in their relationships with others and it’s not something that I need to ‘fix.’ I am not responsible for their happiness or peace. Their struggles do not make me a failure. All I can control is how I interact with them.

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it is complete! [8/8]

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[slutpoppers]

Golden Rapidmon and Magnamon.

Digimon 02 Hurricane Touchdown (2000).

[digitalgate02]

I used one of the new official crest merch to make these vector versions of the crests.

Since there is no merch with the crests of Miracles and Destiny, I'm leaving them out, sorry.

Feel free to use/edit them!! no credits needed. They're 300x300 so you can use them as icons.

[ebi-noodle-doodles]

orenji orenji orenji orenji oreeenjiiii

(idk if i write that right tho lol)

Oh yeah my comms are open (pls comms me TuT )

Visit my carrd! xixiriima.carrd.co

[tojisun]

!! nsfw; threesome (the sex doesn’t happen tho LOL); shifting povs; sorta pt 02 of this

"do you feel nervous when i stare?" he asks.

it is a soft question, rumbled from the base of his throat tentatively as though not to spook you. still it makes you flinch, body locking on the bed as you shift your anxious eyes towards him.

john, he said when he introduced himself to you. call me john.

you were so enamoured at finally seeing him—you traced the way the skin around his eyes were wrinkled in his smile, or how the careful rise of his lips were hidden behind the tufts of his beard. you couldn’t even contain the bubbling feeling pooling in your heart, excitement and nervousness mixing in miasmic waves because there he was, just as kind as simon told you he would be. just as careful.

simon promised you that the most, after all.

("cap'n's soft," he murmured as he held your hand, his thumb swiping along the ridges of your knuckles. "he tries to deny it but we've all seen how he indulges."

he turned to you then, expression unreadable even in the absence of his mask. simon studied your face, searching for something, until he stopped—you wondered then if he found whatever it was he had been looking for—and brushed his knuckle against your cheek instead.

"y’ve got nothin’ to worry about." he met your gaze again. "he’d love you just as much.")

you never once doubted him, of course, but you’ve only ever been with simon. only ever had to be conscious of his gaze, only ever had to work for his desire—not that you needed to do much, or so simon tells you. 

you don’t know how to exist for someone that isn’t simon and his attentiveness—burning in the way he bears down onto you, pressing himself against your tender parts to devour your gasps and your whimpers. 

you don’t know how to be desirable for someone that isn’t simon.

but—

john looks at you like you’ve ignited the same fire that burns within simon’s eyes. it’s all so feverish, rippling in magnitudes, until the slow trickle engulfs you whole. it makes you squirm, feeling so constrained within your own body, like you need to be doing something more than sitting before john like a pretty prize.

too caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t even notice the familiar bearing presence beside you until a rough hand pinches your chin to make your head tilt up. you bite down on a choked gurgle of your surprise, trying your best not to react, but your efforts don’t matter much, anyway. not when trained eyes pick up at the tremors of your hands and at the way your breaths pass through in quiet wheezes.

simon locked gazes with his captain from the top of your head, but john only looks at him with the same small smile, the one that always spoke of how pleased he is. it makes simon turn to you, his own body thrumming with the muted press of his desires. 

“won’t you answer him, love?” he croons, pulling you from the depths of your thoughts—see, captain? aren’t i good?—and watches with nothing short of pride as you nod.

john devours the sight you and simon make with anticipation, pretending that his cock isn’t heavy from where it’s pressed on the inside of his thigh. 

he doesn’t even know how long he’s waited for this day; for the time when he finally gets you and simon both. all he knew was that the wait was torturous, tipping his desperation into its ragged course, forcing him to suppress his wants by burning through work with wild ferocity. not even his fist had been enough on the days when the need was yowling from his jowls. 

so when simon had finally stumbled into his office, his own body poised like a taut string, john realized what it was that he came to price for. 

he felt like a rabid dog that was told that he could bite; that he could sink his fangs into the soft parts of the flesh he caved so that he may feast. 

“yes,” you finally murmur, beautiful in your bashfulness, answering his question—do you feel nervous when i stare?—with honesty.

“y’r just.” you pause to lick at your lips. “y’r just so much more than what i thought.”

“oh?” john asks, intrigued. “and you don’t like that?”

“i do.”

simon and john watch as you clench your hands into fists, eyes ducking down again in your shyness. the tension is building, amping up heatedly, and they wonder if you’re even aware of what you do to them.

“i just don’t know how you’d like me.”

such a soft sentiment—you worry about how john would like you as if you haven’t been the fuel of his carnal dreams. as if he hadn’t stayed awake at night, holding himself in his fist as he imagined how you would sound when he’s taking you; how you would look when you’re at the precipice of your pleasure. would you cry? would you whimper? would you hold onto him as though that would ground you from the apex of your euphoria?

don’t you know? he’s saved every video that simon sent to him?

“y’ve got nothin’ to worry about, doll,” john grunts as he leans back against his seat.

he pats his lap. “c’mere an’ i’ll show you what you do to me.”

you clamber to your feet, stumbling over in your wobbling excitement. it’s endearing, how you’re just as much desperate for him as he is to you.

john tilts his head just enough to meet simon’s eyes, mirth building at ghost’s obedience. he’s been silent, watching, devouring the way you and john gravitated towards each other like a man starved. john knows what he must be waiting for.

he hums to himself as hooks his arm around your waist and pulls you to his lap, his other hand rising to cup at your cheek, desperate to touch you every way he can. still, there’s something else he wants to do. so he twists you just enough that your head is resting on his shoulder and tipped to the lone body on the bed with interest.

(simon knew it. you look absolutely heart-shattering with his captain.)

“you too boy,” john barks out, his heart lurching at simon’s full-body tremble. “don’t you want y’r reward?”

your fists grip the scruff of john’s shirt and he wonders, so choked up with his anticipation, if you haven’t seen simon like this. if simon was always the dominant one between you two; the one who always demanded things off you.

(oh but you have seen simon in his submission. gods, you have. and he was so beautiful then, whining to you as he humped his cock into the warm press of your walls, his face nuzzling the column of your neck as though that would muffle his pleasured hymns.

as though you couldn’t feel just how beautiful your perfect love is in the throes of his bliss, trembling, mewling. splintering, unable to force himself back into the mask of his indifference.)

you watch as simon rouses from the bed, slow like he is postured for his own hunt. it makes you ache, unable to discern exactly why all of you fit with each other, just that you do. you’re not even torn between who to bend over to—john had made sure you and simon knew it was him who will call the shots.

simon’s hand falls on the valley of your spine, caressing you, before he pitches forward, hovering before john.

it’s john who gives him the kiss—the reward, as sweet as eden.

and right there, as they lose themselves, you know nothing else could ever be as erotic as this.

me too, you want to say, i want one too. but they’re already shifting, muscles rippling, as they turn to you—a prey caught in between.

[nookisms]

Wo. Low quality 02 t-pose be upon thee.

Masterpost

[celestecreation]

my drawingssss.... Last one is a fart trade bluh bluh

[laddertek]

@countthelions (tumblr ate this when I tried to save my answer as a draft, so we improvise 🙃)

This one? :D

This whole stream was delightful. What a way to return 🤗

Tango was so happy energetic.

And from Tango calling Etho's storage system cute and Etho in gamechat going "CUTE?!" (00:41:07). To the razzing (and laughing) over shops (00:49:00 and 01:03:49). Etho taking Tango's head twice, and it all being so playful (00:58:11). Etho using Tango's catchphrases 🥹🥹🥹 It gets me every time! "porkchop power" "flee with extra flee!" And the way he said it was the cutest, and Tango's giggle about it too (01:00:59). Etho offering to give the tour Tango wanted. More mail talk and laughing guilt and planning and razzing and teaching Etho to do the stamps. Tango complimenting the path (and that Etho showed it to him when he first came back when Etho came to say hi) (01:15:41). They still plan on doing their sand-collection-off (01:35:06).

And of course the whole TNTificating with Etho's new "boom boom tech" (01:39:43--02:15:17) was just…the most fun. They are having the most fun together...it's an absolute joy. (And it's also them collaborating on how to figure out a redstone thing together which is just so satisfying.) Just...TOO MANY (!!!) (so many) fun moments in that whole TNT section that I can't even start on highlighting them all 😭 I'd need another mammoth paragraph...

Honestly??? Still smiling. Great great great stream 🥹

Timestamps are for YouTube not Twitch because Tango was so fast on getting the VOD up lmao

[tweetingukpolitics]

I unusually just share tweets, but given the amount of reblogs I'll edit this one:

INFO Update #1 from @misinfohunter

This is mostly misinformation.

UK law does not require transgender people to have a Gender Recognition Certificate in order to include their correct name and gender on a Death Certificate. However, this is subject to discretion and having a GRC does make the process less complicated.

HREF.LI

There is no English government. England is controlled by the UK government.

Why does England not have its own parliament?

Jack Sheldon, University of Cambridge, provide 'The Basics' on English devolution (or the lack of), explaining why England does not have a p

CENTRE ON CONSTITUTIONAL CHANGE

Sir Keir Starmer did voice the opinion that ‘16 is too young to decide legal gender’ during an interview on January 15th, 2023. This statement was made in reference to Scottish reforms to the Gender Recognition Act.

Starmer: '16 is too young to change legal gender' - BBC News

The UK Labour leader voices "concerns" about the Scottish government's reforms to the process.

BBC NEWS

INFO Update #2 from @momagainstcatboys

this is not true. i understand people are upset and the legislation is legit nightmarish but there is no legal requirement for your gender on your death certificate to match that on your birth certificate, nor do you need a gender recognition certificate. it merely requires that those registering the death note the correct gender with the registrar. obviously this legislation can be applied unevenly and families are bs but it’s important that people know their rights on this, and spreading misinformation helps no-one.

[niccoguedes]

LOUIS record: 04/09/1973 [...] [...] [...] XX.XX.198? - Water Tower Place, Chicago (ORD)

O Favorito do Demônio (03/20)

[vizziefizzie]

[sugdensdingle]

[slutpoppers]

Terriermon digivolves into Gargomon for the first time, Digimon the Movie

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