#custom evolution lines

[fortesp89]

Digimon Realms

Story “Have you heard the rumors?” Strange creatures have begun to appear around Meguro City, tales of mysteries and adventure, of ghosts and yokai. Some believe it to be a new species that evolved without our knowledge, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. From another world, monsters made of data have materialized into the real world, they are known as Digimon. Four youths become wrapped up in this enigmatic turn of events as worlds collide, approaching down either a path of inevitable destruction or renewed hope.

60 episodes episodes 1-12 (Strange Creatures arc) rookie/champions debut episodes 13-22 (D-Brigade arc) ultimates debut episodes 23-39 (Lost in the Digital World arc) megas debut episodes 40-47 (Aegiomon Refugee arc) alt evos debut episodes 48-59 (Encroaching Darkness arc) episode 60 (Epilogue)

Characters

Tenya Nakamura (VA: Himika Akaneya): 15 years old. Tenya, while outgoing he tends to keep to himself most of the time. He believes that even if you should do good in life, one shouldn’t stand out too much among the crowd. Thinking that he can get through life just fine as is, his life is turned upside-down when he meets Sunarizamon. Digimon partner - Sunarizamon (VA: Daisuke Ono): A Digimon partnered with Tenya. Sunarizamon is curious of the world he now finds himself in. Polite and affable, Sunarizamon seems wise beyond his years. (Sunarizamon - Golemon - Vulturemon - Bancho Golemon)

Nao Fukuda (VA: Sayuri Hara): 16 years old. Energetic and cheery, Nao isn’t your typical girly-girl, she’s got a competitive streak a mile wide. She tends to like horror stories and isn’t afraid to show her love for it. Digimon partner - Ghostmon (VA: Junya Enoki): A Digimon partnered with Naomi. Ghostmon comes and goes as he pleases, he loves to spook people at night using hitodama floating in the air. Ghostmon and Naomi get along rather well. (Ghostmon - Ponchomon - Black Weregarurumon - Boltmon)

Himeno Matsuno (VA: Yumiko Kobayashi): 17 years old. Aloof and stand offish, Himeno tends to dress in more gothic tones in opposition to her upper-middle class background. Its hard for people to approach her during school, some believe she’s actually leaving behind curses wherever she goes. Digimon partner - Phascomon (VA: Ai Kayano): A Digimon partnered with Himeno. Hovering around Himeno like a bound spirit, Phascomon rarely speaks, only what sounds like muttering to no one. Its hard to know just what she’s thinking, but she understands Himeno without question. (Phascomon - Troopmon - Metal Tyranomon X - Rust Tyranomon)

Soh Watanabe (VA: Ryōta Suzuki): 18 years old. Lacking self-esteem and confidence, Soh just seems to blend into the background. He wants to change for the better but continues to have trouble coming out of his shell. Digimon partner - Dokunemon (VA: Yuka Iguchi): A Digimon partnered with Soh. Playful and and curious, Dokunemon follows Soh like a loyal pet, but that doesn’t stop Dokunemon from going off on her own when something’s piqued her interest. (Dokunemon - Snimon - Toropiamon - Lotusmon)

Digivice

The Digivice of the season is called a WayFinder Digivice (WFD), its comprised of the digivice and a wristwatch-like bracelet that the digivice can slide into in order for the Tamer use in tandem. When slotted into the bracelet, the WFD’s functions greatly expand. When a Tamer uses a WFD for the first time, touching the screen will scan the Tamer’s fingerprint, causing it to confirm/recognize and only recognize the person who touched it that’s worth enough to use the digivice. The bracelet acts as a hologram projected from the digivice for a variety of uses. Functions Channeling the emotional energy of the Tamer to: - Evolve an In-training Digimon into a Rookie Digimon or a Rookie Digimon into a Champion Digimon - Super Evolve a Champion Digimon into an Ultimate Digimon - Mega Evolve an Ultimate Digimon into a Mega Digimon - Protean Evolve a Mega Digimon into a comparable Mega Digimon and vice-versa through a specialized D-Card Displaying a Digimon Analyzer profile of any Digimon whom the partner Digimon is currently seeing Has built-in mapping and tracker functions that can: - Plot the locations of other nearby Digivices relative to the user as red dots on a simple geographical map - Detecting and reacting to the nearby presence of a Digimon, or to evidence that a Digimon has recently been nearby - Displaying a compass that points the user toward where their partner Digimon is Displaying a clock (can be customized) Can allow a human to read Digimoji

D-Card A specialized card that manifest when the heightened emotions of both Tamer and Digimon synchronize causing the WFD to glow with a blinding light and undergo a change in color. A card-like object is created that can be scanned to induce a Protean Evolution in a Digimon. The D-Card contains this power, after being scanned, the WFD stores the D-Card’s data for future use. Lesser D-Cards can also be used but are usually temporary to update the WFD’s stats or to upgrade the OS of the Digivice.

Protean Evolution Protean Evolution is a catch all term for an alternate evolution of the Mega stage depending what kind of evolution used which is unique to each Tamer that invokes its power. Bancho Golemon - Blastmon (Slide Evolution) Boltmon - HiAndromon (Blast Evolution) Lotusmon - Rafflesimon (Jogress) Metal Tyranomon X - Rust Tyranomon or Darkdramon (Dark Evolution)

Digimon Groups Witchnely - A group of Digimon that hail from a different system in the Digital World, forced to Earth, they seek to return to their world. They have little understanding on how the human world works, causing trouble without meaning to for society at large.

Olympus XII - A group of powerful Digimon that reside over one system in the Digital World, some believe this group has become inactive for some time, others believe that they hide themselves away. A lone Digimon is seeking this group out while allying with the Digimon of Witchnely; Aegiomon.

Seven Great Demon Lords - Seven powerful evil Digimon that wish to rule all systems in the Digital World, their influence is vast, many have been swayed under their control. They employ both the D-Brigade and Big Death Stars under their command.

Ten Legendary Warriors - A group of Digimon that live long ago in the ancient Digital World, said to saved it from destruction of Lucemon’s previous rampage. Though they perished in the battle, their presence still thrives in the Digital World with the gifts they left behind in their descendants.

Ogudomon - When each of the Demon Lords is defeated, their data is absorbed by the Gate of Sin, a back up plan if they were ever routed, that data would combine into the ultimate Demon Lord. Lucemon Falldown Mode’s plan was to use the Gate of Sin to increase their power and acquire X-Antibodies for themselves, but with him being the only one to acquire it and unable to master it before his defeat. His last action before his death is out of spite, destroying the doors to the Gate. Absorbing the X-Antibody’s power as well causes Ogudomon to retain some semblance of itself as to not become a mindless beast.

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I still want to do some splash art of the main characters when I get the time but this was still a fun little project to do on the side.

#Digimon #anime concept #custom evolution lines #Digimon Realms #work still in progress #ideas when bored #what if

[inbetweenhours]

traffic series digimon au is real in my heart i have been so unable to draw for a hot minute but by god i could share the silly au if yall would be interested in that?

#hourspost #im still figuring out what evolution lines everyone should be partnered with #trying to not have any doubles which is far harder than you would think in the younger levels #also digimon non linear evolution lines both beloved and beloathed im just making so much sht up at this point #after so many years i nearly forgot the utter ordeal that is #customizing digimon lines lol #also the au has actual plot and i think thats the funniest part at all is that it is smi serious and i have incorperated each season into #it somwhow lmao

[nalver]

i find it funny that these bots will probably NEVER pass for a legitimate user

learn that people don't usually put [name + numbers] as their url -> learn you need some bio, icon and banner (which doesn't succeed anyway) -> learn people usually have actual words in their url or that it's a compound of real words + icon (STILL doesn't work)

i guess they don't exactly need all this to do their job, but it's still a quick block that makes it useless

it's like this endless cycle of trying to replicate actual users only for it to be a bit off anyway

#nalver.txt #i may've forgotten a step #but all the possibilities of what the bots could be doing to increase their chances got me moaning stupid style #and it's like. you already host this thing why not add a 'couple' lines of code? #and i only have to wonder how this evolution would go if people started taking advantage of other endpoints - #- other than acc+blog creation and some customization #how would people learn to recognize them then? 'bots usually have a single reblog and a post of 10 words'? #and other examples #this is interesting but i Still Wish that it would End

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

42. "I can't do this anymore." + Carmem (The Bear) + Smut :)

Denial.

42. "I can't do this anymore."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. always happy to write a carmen request. man, those biceps. i've been a jeremy girl since shameless and it's so wonderful to see his evolution <3

Pairing - Carmen Berzatto x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! + cursing

Word Count - 775

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

It isn't unusual for the two of you to be the only ones left in the restaurant.

Carmen's cleaning the kitchen, while you're mopping front of house. Between you, you'll be done in record time.

He emerges from the back to stand in the doorway. You can feel him staring at you from where he's leaning against the frame, eyes burning into the back of your body. You try not to turn around for as long as possible, but it's becoming unbearable.

"Quit staring, creep."

He chuckles, and the sound makes you smile.

"I'm not."

"So now you're a creep and a gaslighter?"

He laughs, and you can picture it perfectly, even with your back to him. Head thrown back, gorgeous neck exposed, chest vibrating.

You continue your mopping, very aware of the eyes on you. You finally turn around, and he's closer than you thought. He's silently moved to perch against a booth table, still looking at you intently. You meet his gaze, and shudder instinctively. There's a look in his eyes you've never seen before. He looks hungry.

His eyes are dark and reflective, boring into you intensely. His eyelids are hooded, body weirdly relaxed. He's borderline feral.

"So, I figured something out a minute ago."

"Oh yeah?" you question, propping your mop against a table. "And what's that, Carmen?"

"I can't do this anymore."

He stalks towards you, all cleaning abandoned.

"... Can't do what?" you whisper.

Carmen twirls a strand of your hair around his finger, moving so he's almost pressed to your front.

"I can't keep pretending that I don't wanna rip your clothes off everytime I look at you."

You're rendered speechless. You've had the most ridiculous crush on Carmen since you started waitressing at the restaurant, almost 2 years ago. You've had one too many dreams about him saying these exact words to you.

"So why don't you?"

With that, he lunges at you, ripping open your blouse and tearing his shirt over his head. He scrambles to unbutton your pants, slipping his hand into your underwear.

"Oh, fuck. Are you this wet from me just looking at you?"

If you weren't so turned on, you'd probably be embarrassed. You can't bring yourself to care.

Carmy grabs your thighs, and hoists you onto the table. You become suddenly aware of how wrong this is.

"Carmen, you can't fuck me on this table. Customers eat here."

"Watch me, honey. It's my restaurant. My fucking table."

He shoves his trousers down and pulls himself out his underwear. You take one look at him, and your mouth waters. He must see it on your face, because he chuckles.

"Not now, baby. Another time, okay?"

"Okay," you whine, breathy and impatient.

"You ready?" he asks, lining himself up between your legs.

You nod frantically, hands clawing at his shoulders.

"I need to hear you say it. Use your words, sweetheart."

"I'm ready, Carmy," you whinge. "Please, please. Fuck me. Now."

That was all the confirmation he needed. He slides home in one careful thrust, and both of you groan in unison.

"Oh, fuck. Better than I ever dreamed."

"You've dreamt about this?" you ask breathlessly.

"All. The. Damn. Time."

He punctuates each word with a thrust of his hips, knocking you backwards on the table. He places one hand at the base of your throat as an anchor point, the other grabbing at your thigh to hitch it up.

He doesn't break eye contact once, his gaze full of lust and hunger. You've never seen this side of Carmy. Usually, he's a little avoidant, sometimes shy, always conscious of taking up too much space. But now, he's possessive. He's open, he's commanding, he's confident. He's so sexy.

"You're close, aren't you?" he teases.

You can only whine in response, grabbing at his forearms for leverage.

"It's okay, baby. Let go. Come for me. I want it. Give it to me, that's it. Atta girl. You got it."

He's rambling, babbling nonsense as you squeeze and clench around him. Your whole body tightens, back arching off the table, and it sends him over the edge. Both of your climaxes are white hot and electric, mixed groans reverberating around the restaurant.

You're panting, his chest heaving, breathing into each others mouths. After a minute, you speak.

"Carmy?" you ask.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Will you kiss me?"

"Of course I will," he grins. "I can't believe I waited this long."

He presses his lips to yours, tongue moving to tangle with your own. You've never been kissed like this. It's electric, it's instinctive, it's so right.

There's no point denying it any longer. Everything's fallen into place.

#murphy's 500 followers celebration #carmen berzatto x reader smut #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto fluff #the bear #the bear smut #the bear imagine #the bear fanfiction #the bear fanfic #carmy berzatto imagine #carmy berzatto smut #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto #carmy x reader #carmy the bear #carmy berzatto x reader smut #carmy berzatto fluff #jeremy allen white

[pokemonshelterstories]

my dolliv evolved into arboliva after lots of hard work and training! he's done SO well and is managing marvelously with his new physique, but after all this time, i still wasn't prepared for his tripled oil output. i feel like a torchic evo line owner who's dealing with a million eggs they have to give away. somebody pls take this olive oil i have so much olive oil. battling really helps because of him using a healthy amount of his oil reserves for battle, but as soon as we have rough weather i am just drowning in Oil Gifts. i have so many bottles i cant possibly make enough food to use up all of it. do you have any tips

congrats on the evo! first, a bit of good news: after an initial post-evolution high production period, he'll eventually slow down a bit. after that point, he'll still provide oil, just with less regularity- though you'll get peak oil production in the fall.

as for what to do with the oil for now, here's some ideas!

1. gift it to people! friends, family, coworkers...it's great quality oil, so a lot of people are happy to receive some.

2. sell it! my dad does this with his arboliva's oil in the fall. he has regular customers who look forward to oil season. you can even make some herb mixes to go with it as an extra incentive.

3. this might sound weird...but reach out to local rehabbers, pokemon centers, and ranger stations. because the oil is so nutritionally rich, it makes a great additive to recovery food. sometimes they will take extra oil off your hands to give to sick or injured pokemon!

good luck with all the oil haha

#charlietalks #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #pokemon behavior #arboliva

[fallershipping]

Why I don't think (nor want) LegendsZ-A to play like LegendsArceus

Legends Arceus had gameplay that a lot of people like, to the point that people bought a shitty plagiarized mobile slop version of Pokemon. I also agree that it was fun and very streamline to capture Pokemon without battling them.

However, beyond capturing Pokemon without needing to battle them, I do not personally believe (I could be 100% wrong) that Pokemon Z-A will play anything like PLA.

Pokemon have no need to attack you out of aggression. If this is modern day Kalos AND within the walls of Lumiose city, Pokemon are in human territory. They are coexisting with people. Outside of Rockruffs running up to challenge you directly or Gyarados still being prissy bastards, I don't see Pokemon being a gameplay hazard to the player character. The exception is if a plot-line has to do with berserk Pokemon running amok and you are tasked in calming them down-- This is where they will become a hazard.

No isekai plot. Arceus was about Time and Space becoming off balance; this is why the isekai plot fits in with the story and why it was used in the first place. Compared to PLA, the protagonist and the player will surely feel not out of place at all in modern day Paris.

The focus on Lumiose's Redevelopment in the teaser and selling hook will make me think this is going to be a different play style involving customization, city life, urban living, and more. Maybe not to the levels of SIM City, but I will not be surprised if it becomes some amalgam of Animal Crossing tropes with Pokemon elements. This could also mean that you customize Lumiose city in some manner to attract Pokemon, like birdhouses, feeders, and miniature habitas.

Mega Evolution and battles. PLA had pretty lackluster trainer battles ngl. Competitive/multiplayer battling might still be present in this game. The teaser was already focused on both.

No need to capture so many pokemon to complete a dex. Just a one time capture might be more than enough, unless they're necessary for material gathering.

And as for me, I just don't want another PLA. I want something that makes PZA stand on its own. Different from mainline series, but also different from PLA.

[coffeeandacig]

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[dolljunk]

I've had this customised Holt Hyde doll since he was new, and has have been subject to a lot of customisation when I was a lot more inexperienced. While I have a fondness for my surviving custom dolls from my G1 era, I never did quite bond with him and I went on to utilise his concept in other dolls.

I finally decided to bite the bullet and customise him because he was a rare base doll, and I wanted to do my own take on Vaporeon as it is my favourite Pokemon from my childhood. I figure this was a good evolution of the doll as he was already a water-themed custom, and my skills are at a good place to do what I want rather than be bound by the limitations of my skills and materials.

This doll had already taken a battering as I had sliced off his human ears and tried to sand down his jaw, so I opted to sculpt new custom ears from milliput and properly sanded down his jaw using various grades of sandpaper and acetone to smooth it out.

I also was able to root in new hair instead of just glueing on yarn as I have improved my reroot skills in the past decade, using dark blue nylon from @customdollhairAU and gelling it down with Got2B Glued.

A massive change, but I'm significantly much more happy with how much my skills now line up with the ideas I have.

[maaarine]

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[stevenbasic]

GITJ Post 296: Painting His Apartment, p2

She was right. The shower…the shower had felt good. I was able to wash the crud off of myself, and all this paint. I even got it out of my hair, I think. She - Melissa - had been the one that ran the roller up and down my arms, across my face, pushed me up against the wetly-painted wall. Just her being playful? Sure, I tell myself that now, and as I dried myself off after scrubbing it all away and down the drain I tried to chuckle and forget how submissive I’d been earlier. I wrapped my thin towel around my thin waist and bony hips; I’d forgotten to bring new clothes into the bathroom with me, so I’d have to go out there and grab some.

I stepped out of the bathroom uncertain of what to expect. Would she have continued painting? Maybe she’d be relaxing on the couch, waiting for me? I had heard the television come on again. But, when I did emerge, I immediately stopped in the doorway and simply stared; my mind, my conscious ability to think was overwhelmed by the vision in front of me. The rainy afternoon had darkened and the lights from a single overhead recessed can was casting dramatic lighting down onto Melissa, who stood ten feet across the room, her back to me. She was looking into the full-length mirror on the back of the door that led out into the hallway, standing quite a bit back from it. Although the sheer breadth of her back and shoulders eclipsed much of it from my view and I couldn’t see her face, she seemed to be in repose, maybe having been watching TV. While I had been cleaning up in the bathroom she had also apparently decided to change. Well, I should say: gone, I saw, was the pink sweater. She still wore her jeans but Melissa's upper-body physique stood revealed, shockingly powerful, clad only in her custom-made black bra, the overhead light sculpting the dramatic lines, curves and contours of her body into shadows. What I saw made my jaw drop.

Indeed the television was on, again playing live coverage of the marches and demonstrations downtown. They’d all assembled in the city square, filling the streets, thousands upon thousands upon thousands of women. The camera was on a speaker addressing the huge crowd. Televised, all day, just like similar rallies all across the country, in cities big and small. But neither Melissa nor I were currently paying the news any mind. She was silently gazing at herself in mirror, not saying anything, and my eyes were riveted on her and her fucking muscles. 

Rather than just stand and stare, I tried to announce myself; cough, speak, anything, but the breath stuck in my throat, hypnotized by the display of feminine - yes - brawn. From where I stood, with this lighting, gazing at her bare back, she looked enormous. The muscles of her shoulders and back were far thicker than I’d remembered. Had she been standing here, while I showered, flexing, pumping herself up into…this? Good god. In my private moments, all my life, I had wondered, dreamed, fantasized about a body like the one in front of me, and to finally see it come to life, have it right here…my mouth was still gaping, and I felt a submissive shiver run through my bones. This was a woman many times my physical equal. 

She was, as I stared, putting her hair up into a ponytail, the action bringing her upper body into motion. Above the straps of her bra, lats wide enough to eclipse my view of anything in front of her extended to either side as shoulders like bowling balls pulled in, causing her traps to form a crescent moon of pure muscle framing her neck. From her powerful arms, biceps the size of grapefruits flexed in symphony against hewn triceps as she tended to her hair, glancing now over to the television to her right. 

“I think,” said the speaker at the podium, a woman of handsome confidence, her voice strong as she spoke to thousands, “that evolution to this point has made a mistake. I think all women should be taller and stronger than men...”

The crowd cheered. The woman smiled. 

“…and. And!” the woman continued, her voice rising with the swell of the crowd, “with new legislators, with the help of our partners in industry, in food production and fitness, in pharmaceuticals, I think we can start to fix that, get evolution on the right track!” The masses of women exploded again, fervent, determined, a plainly powerful force. “We just need your votes on Tuesday!”

The implications of what I was hearing barely registered with me, but nonetheless I shivered again.Then, as though detecting my presence, Melissa's head turned and looked over her mesomorphic right shoulder at me. Dropping her arms to her sides, she swiveled in place at the hip and for a moment we stared at each other. She watched my eyes goggle at what she knew to be now the even more dramatic figure she cut, her massive breasts held high on her chest, her powerful upper body narrowing to an impossibly tiny waist which then flared to womanly hips and an ass like a mountain. In her jeans her strong lower body, long of legs, looked ready to brush off a hurricane. Standing at rest, the sides of her calves grazed against one another beneath thighs like sides of beef, each one seemingly thicker than her wasp waist.

It was then that I noticed, in the mirror, the wide rip across the front of her right thigh. That was new. 

“You, uh…r-ripped your jeans?” I spoke, finally finding the nerve to break the silence.

“Yes, I did,” she said, coolly, briefly glancing down to survey the damage before returning her eyes to study my face. She turned now more towards me, allowing me to see how her herculean right quadriceps had shred apart the thigh of her jeans. Tanned, perfect skin and bulging muscle flexed and quivered out from the split, threatening to tear it even further asunder. The fibers of the jeans, white threads, held on desperately, tenuously around her massive right thigh at the margins of the gaping tear. She looked on with interest as I stared at her leg, cocked her head at my dumbfounded expression.

She turned a bit more, now presenting her left leg, still encased in the thin denim of her faded, aged jeans. It seemed, also, ready to burst out at the seams there. “Watch,” she directed me, and bent her left knee a fraction, the toe of her bright white sneaker flexing just a bit as she raised her heel from the ground. She was flexing her left thigh and suddenly, with a tearing sound, the time-worn denim ripped across the thickest part of her leg. She bent her knee further, lifting her foot from the ground until her thigh was near-parallel to it, and the fabric just tore completely across her thigh as her quadriceps burst forth from restraint. She placed her foot back down on the ground, her eyes never having left my face or ceasing studying my reaction, and now both legs were near-bare of thigh, the jeans rent to tatters by the flexing musculature of her massive lower body.

Next, she turned back again, to face the mirror, and to let me now gaze at her in rear-view. Looking into the mirror but now shifted so that she could see my face in reflection, she went up onto her toes in her cute, white leather sneakers. From her slender ankles, exposed beneath the cuff of jeans too-short at the inseam, corded tendons climbed briefly before disappearing under denim and ballooning into calves larger than I had ever seen. It was as though mini, rippling footballs had been sewn under her skin and the overmatched fabric did nothing to disguise their girth or sculpted shape. As she shifted her weight slightly to her right leg the muscle bunched and flared underneath, taking on the weight of the body it was supporting - and tore the denim: RRRRRrrrriip! Right across the calf. And then, shifting to her left leg, the same thing: RRRRrrriip! Right across the left calf. 

“Jesus…” I found myself muttering, after thus far being rendered speechless.

Above her now-exposed calves, her legs narrowed briefly into her knees before exploding outward once more into the backs of her thighs. Even at rest her hamstrings were impressively large, hinting at the strength they contained. Although I was behind her, the sheer bulk of Melissa's quads was such that they were visible as they overhung her knees, creating a slight concavity before they met up with her hamstrings. Even with her legs slightly spread and on tip-toe, no gap appeared between the two mighty pillars as her adductors swelled inwards. Her jeans - though torn across the thigh in front - were still tautly stretched and over-matched by her hindquarters. Her legs finally met at a perfectly rounded, perfectly enormous butt and wasp waist forming the central point for the unbelievable hourglass that was her physique. My eyes, riveted to her ass, suddenly had to follow it down as - putting her hands on her knees - she slowly lowered it, bending down into a gradual little crouch which brought sounds of distress and strain from her jeans and finally -

RRRRrrrriiip!!

Her jeans ripped apart at the ass, her squat splitting them apart from the flesh of her glutes. A black thong disappeared between two cheeks like planetary globes, which squeezed out from the tear, denim material fraying into white threads. Though we were separated by a good eight-to-ten feet, I stepped back in shock, my heart racing. Good lord! She was tearing herself out of her clothes! By merely flexing, merely moving!

At the sound of my gasp, she stood once more, and again turned back at the waist towards me and waited for my reaction. .

“h-holy god, Melissa…” was all I could say, as my eyes now drifted up from her legs in her shredded jeans, up her toned abdomen, over her enormous breasts and swollen shoulders. I glanced from arm-to-arm, staggered by the strength of them, like the rest of her physique still accentuated in high relief by the single overhead light. “Wh-whu-what’s happening…?”

“Come over here,” she spoke, not answering me and turning back to the mirror, “come to me, Jay. Stand in front of me.” Her voice seemed deeper. 

Without a pause but with racing heart I stepped forward, walking over to where she stood. She laid her hands on my bare shoulders and, gently turning me to face the mirror with her, stood me in front of her. My breath rattled in another gasp as I looked at the two of us in the long mirror on the back of my door. The single can light from above cast dramatic shadows down our bodies, but there was no disguising that she absolutely overwhelmed me, her body wider and bigger than my own thin one on all sides, taller by a huge margin. My head was even with her breasts, whose warmth and softness I now began to feel as she drew me slowly in towards herself, with strong hands on my shoulders. We both stood there, silently appreciating the height difference between us. I looked not only so short but so weak, my skin pallid and drawn over my ribs, across my bare, thin, nearly hairless chest. My arms looked like twigs, my neck scrawny. She, on the other hand, had her hair drawn up in a ponytail, allowing me full view of her broad shoulders, built and powerful, the cords of her neck strong. Though she had her hands on my shoulders I could see her biceps and the muscles of her forearms bulging, moving, alive with strength. She was..so fucking big. So fucking strong.

“You like the way my body looks like this?” she asked, coming back to my question, beginning to explain, “This is the way I look, at the gym, when I work out. I get all…pumped up.” She watched my face, watched me still gaping at the contrast in our sizes. “It happens, sometimes too, when I get…excited.”

Just then, the voice of the speaker on the television became louder, more animated. I glanced its way. “Men, face it,” the woman at the podium began, addressing not only the smattering of the men in the female-dominated crowd before her, but all those who were at home like me, “you’re not the man you used to be. None of you are…” Men: she was grouping us all together. What we didn’t know, or couldn’t accept, those of us comfortable on our couches, in our living rooms, listening in our cars, was that this was our future starting to coalesce right before our eyes and ears. “...We’ve grown to become not only the caregivers but the breadwinners, the leaders and bosses, the superiors.” I glanced up at Melissa, her reflection in the mirror; she’d been watching me this whole time. I looked back at the television. “You, meanwhile, have receded, become the inferior. You’re not the man you once were, are you? But us? We’re becoming more woman than you could ever imagine.”

The crowd again cheered, energized, electrified, empowered. It made me shake. I hadn’t paid too much attention to all this, politics, what was going to happen in the election, up to this point. I had my own shit to worry about. But now…despite myself, I was shaking.

Our eyes met again in the mirror. She had a strange smile on, was regarding me, watching me.

I spoke first.

“Is…is that what’s exciting you?” I asked, my voice small, tremulous, “Wh-what these women are saying?”

At that, Melissa chuckled, and thought for a second. I felt her pull me into her a bit more firmly, and felt the possessive warmth and strength of her arms, her torso, her legs. “That, yeah…I don’t know if you realize how exciting it is for all us girls, the thought of things finally changing,” she said, now rubbing my shoulders with tender strength, “And it gets me excited, sure. When you were in the shower I started listening…and I started swelling, thinking of what it’s going to be like, when we win. It gets me excited, thinking of the changes…but not as excited as the thought of, through all of it, being with you.”

My heart fluttered, my throat caught.

”oh my god, Melissa…” I croaked, voice quavering. Was it that, really, that inflated her body like this? Swelled her musculature? Thoughts of…me? If so…if just the idea of being with me could do this to her, I was willing, I was darkly thrilled. What would it be like if I-?

”Can you handle it?” she asked, searching my face, reading my thoughts.

”h-handle it?” I replied, “handle what?”

She smiled a strange smile. “Like I’d said earlier, about how my emotions have been getting stronger, along with my body,” she began. Again her voice, somehow, seemed deeper, more resonant now than earlier. Like it had grown along with her, and was now reverberating through my body from behind, using me like a tuning fork. “This all…” she continued, as she - to my goggling eyes in the mirror’s reflection - raised her right arm and flexed her bicep for me. The thing was nearly the size of a small melon. “...this all seems to happen at once. Can you handle a girlfriend that…that looks like this?” At that she brought up her other arm, now in a double-biceps pose and flexed again, casually watching me look at her in dumbfounded awe. She then placed her hands on her hips and flared out her lats while drawing in a deep breath. I stared as, behind me, she seemed to swell taller and bigger and wider and holy shit…she became enormous. She looked down on me imperiously, watching my reaction as I felt myself seem to shrink right there, in front of her. “Can you handle a girlfriend that can sometimes get…too excited?” she asked, “Too emotional?” She paused, hands still on hips, back still flared, standing tall as a titaness. “This big?”

I was shivering, quaking, just looking up at her in the mirror as she looked down at me, her silhouette like a giant hooded cobra behind me. I…I was speechless.

“Hm?” she pressed, “Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

The term…the word…it surprised me. We, Melissa and I, silly as it sounds, hadn’t made it official. Yes I was her boss. Yes, we were friends. But…is that what we were now, also? “I’m…I’m your b-BOyfriend now?” I asked, dismayed at how timid my voice sounded, and how it cracked like a teenager’s.

“Yes,” she answered with confidence, allowing herself a girlish <giggle>, “And I’m your girlfriend. I’ll cook for you. Clean your clothes, do your laundry.”

“That, uh…that sounds nice,” I somehow managed, still staring at how she still posed for me, hands on hips, lats flared out like two great fucking wings, “But you don’t have t-”

“But I want to,” she said, plainly, “and I want what I want. I want to be the best girlfriend ever.” At that, her hands came off her hips, and came back to my shoulders. 

“Oh, uh…ok…” So, uh, she was going to do all that for me? This giant beautiful Amazon? K-keeping house? 

She took a moment to fuss with my hair, straightening a few locks still wet from my shower off my forehead. Her big hands went back down to my shoulders, began to rub them. “And…I’ve decided,” she continued, “that you’re going to learn how to be the best boyfriend you can possibly be.” 

Her touch felt incredible, and I knew what I’d see when I glanced down at myself in the mirror: my erection, beneath my thin bath towel, was tenting. 

“Do you want that?” she smiled, “Do you want to be the best, best boyfriend?”

“o-of course,” I answered, surprising myself with how little hesitation I had. 

“Good boy,” she smiled, “that’s my good boy…”

I shivered at the term, all my submissive little gears turning and churning. “Wh-what, then…do I have to do for you?” I asked, finding a small, timidly wry smile to offer back to her, “To be the, uh, ‘best boyfriend’?”

She giggled.

“It’s easy,” she said, her hands now sliding down from my shoulders, down onto the thinness of my wan chest,“You just have to make me feel…big.” Her hands explored my non-existent pectorals. 

“B-big? You want to feel…big?” I asked. I’m sure I sounded a bit confused, and she giggled again. “What do you m-?”

“Girls these days…honey…you know what’s happening,” she said, in a voice that sounded like it was explaining the obvious, “We all want to be huge.”

“H-h-huge?” I stammered, caught off guard by her frankness. 

“Yes. It’s not a secret. That’s the fashion, for girls. Huge…” she purred, leaning into me a bit more from behind, her hands drifting down from my chest, down my belly, “...huge and strong.”

“Uhhh…o-okay…and how do I d-do that?” I asked, my cock straining now, throbbing under my towel, already anticipating what those hands that approached had in mind, “How can I make you f-feel…’huge and strong’?”

“Oh, we’ll find ways, hun,” she chuckled, a deep, suggestive smokiness to her voice as, with the delicate grasp of the fingers of her right hand, she took the hem of my towel, where I’d wrapped it around my hips. Wasting no time, she pulled it away and we both watched in the mirror as the towel fell into a pile at my feet, my cock springing loose, upwards past my navel, all nine thick, throbbing inches suddenly dominating my shrunken frame. “Well, what do we have here?” she asked, coyly giggling.

I flushed in submissive arousal, absolutely cognizant of the fact that I was now standing, absolutely naked, in front of this towering, clothed woman. She surveyed me like she was sizing me up, my reflection, inspecting what was hers.

And just like that she grabbed my penis. My fully erect member was seized in her big right hand, forthrightly but in the most tender of ways. I let out a soft moan, and then she started to gently stroke me, pulling it, sending shivers through my spine. She was now masturbating me with her right hand, her left caressing my shoulder and chest from behind, big warm breasts pressed into my nape and upper back. I groaned, and felt how my knees had started to tremble, how I knew I wouldn't be able to take this, at least not standing. All of this arousal was going to make me fall into the ground if I came to climax. And, yes, as I took in a deep breath and filled my lungs with her perfume I suddenly felt that I was sure to come…and I didn’t want to collapse.

In the background, barely registering with me, the speaker of the television continued to voice the fulminations of the women assembled in their rallies. “Seriously, why do we women still need men? We´re the ones who work, who drive, who take care of the bills… you men don´t even have to get a job.” If one listened closely they might hear the crowd laughing, cajoling what they obviously now saw as the weaker sex. “I mean, c’mon. You could live the rest of your days inside our purses while we get things done. Or…”

But again, I barely heard the diatribes being launched upon my race and emanating from the TV’s speaker. Instead, I was wrapped up in the pleasures of Melissa’s soft hand, and had let her already bring me to the point where my climax was imminent, where my knees, now, were buckling…

“That’s okay, sweetie, let it out,” she said, her left hand wrapping around my chest, nearly palming it, pulling me into her for support as if she’d read my mind, “I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall. Mama’s got you.” 

I gasped, and immediately I felt the perfume around me densen, become thicker, and I bucked my hips once into her hand. I let out a loud moan and suddenly I just came, so quickly, my fluids spreading all over her clenched fist.

“Oooooo! Well, what do we have here..?” she laughed, a bit surprised herself that I’d come so easily, “it looks like someone was a little extra eager for this hmmm..?” She purred at me, clucking, held me tightly to her so I wouldn’t fall, all as the warm fluid of my loins bubbled out and dribbled down her hand. My legs felt like rubber bands. “I’m going to have a lot to clean up…”

I may be smaller than I once was, but as I watched myself in the mirror, shaking in her embrace, I could see that the load I let out was still  impressive. It gurgled and ran, messing her hand, gooping down onto the floor. “S-sorry” I replied, timidly, even as the pulses of my orgasm still shivered through me.

“Awww, that´s cute,” Melissa cooed to me, “there´s no need to apologize, it´s completely normal. Just relax, I’ve got you…”

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[antialiasis]

May as well post here as well! The Cave of Dragonflies turned 21 years old on Thursday, and for the occasion, I updated the Favorite Pokémon Picker with both the ability to rescue previously eliminated Pokémon using the "Click here to check what happened to it" link and a new mode, split mode, which allows you to start by splitting the full set of Pokémon into two sets: every Pokémon that you pick in the first round will proceed to the next, while every Pokémon you didn't pick or passed on won't be seen again until you've added the whole picked set to your found favorites.

Split mode was primarily motivated by the common complaint I get from people who are annoyed that the picker keeps showing them Pokémon they don't care about again - either because they passed on the batch, which is the same as picking all of them, or because Pokémon get brought back into the running when their eliminators have been added to the favorite list. Both of those are very much intended and necessary features for the picker's algorithm to work out as it does, but once I thought of an algorithmically sound way to make this happen - effectively marking all Pokémon you don't pick in the first round as eliminated by all the ones you did - I figured it'd help those people.

But you can also use split mode to accomplish other things people have requested over the years. Because all split mode does is create a single set of Pokémon to proceed with from there and leave the rest until you've ordered that entire set, you can use it to create a custom set of Pokémon to pick between, if the predefined filters won't cut it - simply pick all the Pokémon that should be in the custom set in the first round, and then you can even export that state and send it to others who would want to pick from the same set.

And if you want to do something like work with only your favorite member of each evolution line - pick your favorite member of each evolution line in the first round and then work from there without worrying about the rest.

Happy picking! Let me know if you have any issues, as always.

#tcod #favorite pokemon picker #pokemon

[lilypixels]

OC Evolution Tag

I was tagged by @rollingsim and @simmingonthelow so I went scavenging through the depths of my blog to find pics of Victor through years

This covers 2019-present (tho a pic for 2023 is missing...but it was same as basically all years prior) tbh he hasn't changed a whole lot until recently

Now he has body freckles (based off a singular pic on pinterest), custom tattoo setup ive mashed together which is more in line with mental canon, I've changed skin used, recently found new hair thats more what ive always wanted (i mirrored it and think i might edit it more to be longer) among various smaller tweaks ! who knows what the future may hold for further evolutions

#tagged #tag thing #oc: victor doyle #hard to believe ive hard him for about 6 years #him and archer both #longest surviving ocs ever #in my oc history #i only changed hair recently and while i like it #ngl its been a little weird to get used to

[pokemonbiologyirlthetabletop]

Applin, Flapple, & Appletun

Applin (#840)

Malusvermis wyrm

General Information: Applin are one of the tiniest dragon-type Pokémon in the world, who make their homes inside the core of an apple! To be clear, the wyrm inside (get it, wyrm/worm?) is the actual dragon, not the apple.

Applins weigh in at an average of 1.1 pounds (0.5 kg) and a height of 8 inches (0.2 M), so… they’re the size of an apple! Makes sense.

Shiny Change: The official shiny coloration of Applin and its evolutions has a green apple instead of a red one, while the Pokémon itself remains exactly the same color. This is being changed to the following: an Applin can have any color apple, but the actual wrym of a shiny Applin and family are white instead of green.

Habitat: Applins are originally endemic to Kazakhstan, where apple trees originate from, but spread throughout the temperate climate world by humans as they spread apple trees across the globe. Because of this, Applins have managed to naturalize to many places, basically anywhere that grows apples.

Life Cycles: Applins are laid in clutches of 45-65 at the beginning of each summer, and then hatch in time for the first apples to ripen and fall from trees. When the Applins hatch they will immediately seek out an apple to burrow into and exist in. The bodily fluids that it secretes keep the apple from rotting, but should they need a new one, they will simply burrow into a fresh apple.

The individual qualities of their host apple determine whether it evolves into a Flapple or an Appletun. In theory, the apple acts as a home, a source of nutrients, and camouflage for the Applin inside, but most Pokémon have grown wise to their camouflage, or don’t give a damn. In fact, around 1/3 of any given clutch will survive the first 10 days of life, since tons of predators will snack on Applins, especially birds and frugivores like Noibat and Noivern.

Typically, Applins will evolve once they have eaten enough food, which occurs before winter. In a clutch of 50, maybe 7 will make it to Evolution. Barring Everstones, Applins usually take around 2-3 months to Evolve.

Note: Applins are unable to reproduce in this universe. They are being treated as a larval stage because of the life stage’s extreme emphasis on consumption. If you want to breed your Applin, you must Evolve it.  

Behavior: Applins are shy and skittish by nature, but voracious eaters. They are relatively harmless though, and in captivity they warm up to humans quickly—especially anyone who feeds them apples! As herd creatures, Applins get along well with other Pokémon in captivity.

Diet: In addition to the apple that they exist inside, Applins eat even more apples for nutrition. That’s it. They eat apples and just apples. If they do not have apples to eat, they will starve to death. There is no two-ways around this and no Pokémon food available that will fix this, they are obligate applevores. Feed your Applin some apples, please. An average Applin will eat around an apple a day in the first month, then two apples a day until Evolution.  

Conservation: Least Concern

Relationship with Humans: Applins are one of the most popular starter Pokémon in the world, alongside Eevee, due to their easy care, adorableness, their excellent temperaments, their safety, their variable Evolutions, the ease of breeding them, and the fact that they’re tiny little dragons. Amongst Applin trainers, it’s a common custom to name their Applin after a breed of apple—of which there are literally thousands, so there’s plenty to choose from.

The Applin family is one of two all-dragon lines that can be successfully bred in captivity, the other being Noibat. While other programs exist for dragon breeding, they have been met with little success so far. Applins and Noibats are the only dragon-types that make regular appearances in the starter pool.

As for their relationship with farmers, Applins garner mixed feelings. Some farmers, especially in endemic places like Kazakhstan, see them as cute critters that eventually grow up to defend the very apple orchards that they once predated upon, and the farmers have noticed the peculiar effect that apple orchards with a healthy Applin, Appletun, and Flapple herd tend to do better and produce healthier and more delicious apples. In contrast, in other parts of the world, particularly the United States, many farmers see Applins as nuisances and an unavoidable vermin on their crop. These orchards tend to fair worse against other pestilences.

In some parts of Europe, it is seen as a romantic gesture to gift someone an Applin.

Classification: Malusvermis wyrm means “Apple worm/wyrm.”

Flapple (#841)

Malusvermis drakomilos

General Information: Flapple are one of the evolved forms of Applin. It Evolves from Applin when its around 2-3 months old and has eaten enough food to satiate itself. The evolution into Flapple is determined by its pre-evolution’s host apple: if it lived inside of a tart/sour apple, it becomes a Flapple. They can hide inside their armor and look like an apple.

Flapples weigh in at a whopping 2.2 pounds (1 kg) and 1 feet tall. It has a Gigantamax form that it shares with Appletun, reaching over 78 feet tall (24 M).

Habitat: It has an identical habitat to Applin. They live in apple orchards, often seen hanging in the branches.

Life Cycles: Flapples reach reproductive maturity upon evolving, but they do not participate in courtship until the winter has passed. When the first flowers bloom is when Flapples seek out mates, and they lay their eggs in late Spring or early Summer. The males perform elaborate courtship dances to impress prospective mates.  

Flapples are food for many predators, including Snorlaxes, Pinsirs, Ariadoses, and Talonflames. Once Flapples have survived their first winter (and many die during this period), they will almost certainly make it through many more winters to come now that they have all year to stock up on energy reserves. In captivity they have a lifespan of two decades.

Behavior: In the herd, Flapples tend to take on the role of protector because of their flight abilities. They spit acid from the cheeks, and their protective apple layer is used as armor against threats. When their apple armor is damaged, they excrete a fluid that repairs it, but this discolors the armor and turns the spots into a clay color. Flapple who have seen many battles have clay-colored armor.

Diet: Apples. They will also eat pears, peaches, other fruit, and bugs. Now that they are no longer an Applin, Flapples may consume other things, such as Pokémon food available from the local grocery store, but truly the absolute best diet you can give them is just to keep feeding them apples and maybe some other similar types of fruit.

In the wild, Flapples survive the winter by hibernating off and on and subsisting off of energy reserves they acquired as a ravenous Applin. During periods of awakeness, Flapples may consume whatever vegetation it can get its paws on, and have poor diets of leaves, cones (this includes junipers), and conifer needles/leaves—sometimes they even steal from bird feeders. Please understand that these diets are sub-optimal and are winter-only, and come Spring Flapples are incredibly weak and will eat whatever vegetation or bugs are available to them.

Conservation: Least Concern

Relationship with Humans: Flapples are notoriously excellent orchard guardians who will vigorously defend their apple orchard and their herd from predators. They are also seen on the teams of a lot of trainers worldwide, which makes sense given that they’re starter Pokémon for many folks.

A popular toyline of medieval knights features toy soldiers in Flapple-inspired armor, and many children’s books about knights tend to include a Flapple in the mix of knightly Pokémon.

Classification: Malusvermis drakomilo means “Apple Worm Dragon Apple.”

Appletun (#842)

Malusvermis dulcos

General Information: Appletuns are the other evolved form of Applin. They evolve from Applins when they’re around 2-3 months old, and only when the host apple is a sweet apple. They reach the incredible size of 1’4 feet tall (0.4 M) and 28.7 pounds (13 kg).

It has a Gigantamax form that it shares with Flapple, reaching over 78 feet tall (24 M).

Habitat: Appletuns live in apple orchards or near wild apple trees. They are originally endemic to Kazakhstan.

Life Cycles: Appletun become reproductively mature upon evolution, but do not partake in courtship until the spring. When Spring does come, their courtship ritual is to find flowers and gift them to their prospective mate.

Appletun are predated upon by many things, including Growlithes, Herdiers, Noiverns, Rockruffs, Talonflames, Sevipers, and much more. The nectar they secrete attracts insects, which the Appletun will sometimes eat, and in a pinch they can release a sticky more acidic nectar against unsuspecting foes. The same attraction to bugs also encourages the successful pollination of the apple trees and the survival of the trees’ pollinators.

Once they survive their first winter, Appletuns are generally able to survive many more winters to come. In captivity they have a lifespan of two decades.

Behavior: Appletuns are generally docile creatures that watch over the Applins in their orchard with deep parental instincts, though this only does so much good for keeping predators away since there are so many Applins and quite a lot of predators. They also tend to keep an eye on a tree’s health by investigating the apples that fall to the ground and eating the ones that seem even the slightest bit sickly. This both functions to ensure the Applins get healthier and more delicious apples, it feeds the Appletun, and it minimizes the spread of disease.

Diet: They eat mostly apples, but will eat other fruits and bugs. During winter they hibernate, but during periods of awakeness they will subsist on any vegetation or bugs they can find, such as cones, leaves, grubs, and conifer needles. Trainers can feed their Appletun Pokémon Food from the market, but really if you can, please feed them apples.

Conservation: Least Concern

Relationship with Humans: Humans have been fans of Appletuns for as long as humans have been around them. Appletuns are great, they make excellent food sources to hunters, they are amicable companions, they’re cute, they’re relatively harmless to humans, they only need apples and bugs to live, they eat flies and maggots, the skin on their back is delicious and grows back and its consumption doesn’t seem to bother the Appletun, and they’re great with children. Kazakh farmers like them because they’re known for tending to the apple trees and ensuring healthy, more bountiful harvests each year, and they’re sister-species, Flapples, are excellent defenders against actual vermin. Because of this, Appletuns are heavily associated with the rise of agricultural societies. They can be found in bakeries the world over as loving companions, kindergartens helping to manage the rowdy kids, and in many households.

An Appletun is the mascot to a popular bakery brand, Appletun Cakes & Pies, who sell pre-made pies and cake mix boxes that can be found at most supermarket chains.

On Tuesdays with Turtwig, the titular Turtwig has an Appletun friend who runs the local bakery, whom Turtwig visits every episode so that kids can get lessons in baking science.

Classification: Malusvermis dulcos, which means “Apple Worm Candy-Dragon.” The species epithet “dulcos” is a combination of “dulcis” (candy) and “dracos” (dragon).

Other: A group of Applins, Flapples, and/or Appletuns can be called a herd, an orchard, a basket, a bundle, or a bunch!  

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[stingyslegslookweird]

A week or so ago, I made a post about Yukari's letter from episode 42 of Kamen Rider Agito, asking if anyone had turned the stylized English it was written in into a font. From what I could find, no one had.

So I did.

Say hello to Limitless Evolution, my first (and so far only) custom font, based off what's more or less the catalyst for the entire plot of the 2001 tokusatsu, Kamen Rider Agito. It's available in both OTF and SVG formats, and I've included the .txt save file for the website I used to make it, in case you want to mess around with that.

left: the screencap from my original post. right: the first paragraph of the letter, typed up in wordpad using the Limitless Evolution font.

And if you're wondering, here's what it says in readable English:

"In the beginning was Theos. Theos divided the light from the darkness, the day from the night, the firmament from the earth, and the land from the sea. Thus the world was finished."

A list of changes I had to make, for those curious:

The letter never uses the letters J, Q, X, and Z, so I had to come up with my own designs for them.

There are no parentheses, mainly because by the time I got to those characters, I couldn't think of any way to make them look good and consistent with the rest of the font.

Idk where else I can mention this but I realized partway through making this that, because all of the characters use straight lines, the Unknown (or whatever entity is responsible for this "language") likely used to write on wax or stone, since straight lines are much easier to legibly write with on those surfaces. Of course, this means there are absolutely no curves anywhere in this font (at least in the custom characters).

You might notice a few re-uses of specific characters here and there in other characters. Had I not done that, I 100% would've gotten burnt out halfway thru and never finished this.

The numerals are obviously not Arabic. I took inspiration from the weird "gang signs" the Unknown do before they commit murder and made the signs for numbers look like fingers on hands. I imagine their counting system works exactly like Arabic/base-10 counting, just with different symbols.

I replaced the tilde with a "does not equal" sign. The tilde sometimes signifies "is approximately equal to", and I figured the Unknown probably wouldn't vibe with that kinda thing.

I was gonna make the @ sign the Agito symbol but I forgor. 💀

The dollar sign ($) is also custom. It's the symbol for G with a line thru it. The Unknown strike me as a culture that would use Gold, plus it looks kinda like a crystal, which they might also perhaps use.

The ampersand (&) and plus (+) use the same symbol. I figured they mean basically the same thing, so why not, y'know? Also I couldn't come up with a good design for it.

I literally just realized as I'm writing this that the lowercase M is only slightly smaller than the capital M, and the lowercase and capital Ns are the same size. My bad. When/If I make an updated version of this, I'll be sure to fix that.

I used the comma in like six different characters. It's not laziness, it's resourcefulness.

Lastly, the greater than (>) and less than (<) symbols are meant to represent people bowing/praying, since I figured the Unknown would probably see it as whichever number was more "powerful". Kinda like the alligator thing but with fighting instead of eating.

So yeah. If you want, you can download the font by clicking its name earlier in this post, or here if you'd prefer:

Lemme know if there's any improvements or adjustments I should make in the next version that may or may not come out some time in the near or distant future. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk. Hope you enjoy regardless!

Update: In case you missed it, I released an updated version of the font that adds parentheses, brackets, some diacritics, and other fun things. It, along with the original version are both downloadable from the Google Drive link above (hopefully). I’m still planning on updating it again in the future, so if you have any suggestions or issues you’d like to see fixed in the future, lemme know and I’ll see what I can do.

#kamen rider #kamen rider agito #kr agito #masked rider agito #agito #agito spoilers #font #fonts #custom font #custom fonts #thing i made #sorry if the inconsistent sizes of the letters bothers you #the thing i used to make the font was easy-ish to use in every aspect OTHER than that #and for some odd reason the thing they give you to test the font before downloading it just didn't work for me #but anyway imma go relax #it's 6:30 and i've been working on this since noon #i am so tired

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can you do 🔔 Fairy gala for René?

Apologies for the delay!! I was out on a vacation! Thank you so so much for this!

So to gush about this design for just a bit:

I felt inspired first by this french designer I saw on IG who did a masculine clothing line that was butterfly inspired. But then I realized because it seems like the Gala Couture is really customized to fit the selected character, it would be cool to do a design that you would see at a ballet. But fairy gala implies fae shit and gender fuckery. So I actually took aspects of both traditional mascule and feminine ballet costumes and combined them. This was the final result!

When asking for a second opinion, since I havent watched the event yet, @inmateofthemind gave me some input on the thematic motifs for the designs, and later asked me if this consistutes as "Windswept" or "Evolution". Despite Evolution being aimed at the freshmen, it actually fits their character development more. So this would be a part of the "Evolution" Couture line.

Thanks again for the ask!

Tag list: @cyanide-latte @simons-twsted-children @ramshacklerumble @inmateofthemind @elenauaurs (lmk if you want to be added!)

#twst ocs #twst #fairy gala #twst fairy gala #oc designs #my ocs #my art #René Lamar #Seris talks #twst oc ask game

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Hello, it's Ni again with a little idea in mind: What if we start breaking the comfort zone and trying the most difficult part of Digimon writing/arting? Yes, the digimon.

I'm making this post an encouragement for you to start trying something new and expand your skills -- I'll share some of the tips I've been using for a whole decade when it comes to writing and drawing digimon with their human partners.

Bear with Ni!!

For writing:

My method is: making any inner monologue into a conversation and letting the digimon complete, elaborate, or comment on the human partner's lines.

The technique of the former has been observed by some people that this is basically what happens in-series (at least in Adventure/02 material) -- all of that planned inner monologue you had planned for the character? turn it into a conversation with the digimon. There's so little inner thoughts depicted in Adventure and 02 BUT there's a ton of little exchanges between the human with their partner. It also helps that in Adventure & 02, the digimon are somewhat an "other self" of the children, so they basically know them enough to point out when they're hesitant, nervous, angry, embarrassed or happy.

It also helps that certain digimon partners like Daisuke's V-mon, Jou's Gomamon and Wallace's Gummymon/Terriermon have no filter and try to encourage their partners by either roasting them by sheer accident. Remember, the digimon are extremely honest when it comes to their partners feelings, they can spot a lie pretty easily. So why not write Taichi saying a lie to hide something and Agumon innocently commenting aloud that that was a lie?

The latter technique is my own personal flavor. I'll give you an example: Daisuke is explaining his delicious new ramen recipe, and V-mon adds some commentaries like a TV announcer on TV commercials by saying "And there's more!" "Look at this delicious ramen broth!" "It's 100% approved by the customers!"

The digimon usually tends to put extra emphasis on what their partner is saying, or they make little comments! Or even, they might elaborate or complete phrases as well. The reverse can happen too, of course. Think about stuff like Happy Smile, 2-TOP, Fly High, HEY-Rasshai!, Forever Adolescence, etc songs where they have a little talk between the songs, or are bickering, or are completing the others’ lines.

For Drawing:

This part is a little more trickish, but here we go. Let’s watch a few shots of Digimon anime/movies and analyze how they depict the kids interacting with their digimon.

Since Tailmon is small, Hikari crouches to her eye level in order to talk with her in Kizuna. Note that this is how you can have both in the same scene/shot when Tailmon is not in Hikari’s arms. You need to plan where to place the digimon in your art, by knowing its size in-series, which form you want to feature in the picture, and where to place them.

For the celebration of Hunters’ final episode 10th Anniversary in 2022, The Digimon Web profile on twitter posted this illust of Gumdramon and Tagiru. Note that Gumdramon is the main star of the composition and Tagiru is behind him, as if he was commanding Gumdramon in a battle.

Now, some personal examples from my own art, to show how I deal with this:

This composition plays with the idea of a selfie. Gumdramon is being held by Tagiru here.

Middle Schooler Daisuke & Chibimon meets Kiyoshiro & Jellymon. The interaction between them is Daisuke and Chibimon looking at Kiyocchi’s hand, which is also the exact arm Jellymon is tied to.

Now, for bigger mons: Know their size and how to place them in the scenario, like Angoramon is here in this official art:

Since Angoramon is bigger than Jellymon and Gammamon, they decided to place him and Ruli behind the other two pairs. You can see this composition shows an interesting dynamic between them and also Jellymon on top of Kiyoshiro’s head.

Remember: the bigger the evolution/form you want to depict with their human partner, the more trickish might be. But don't worry! I trust you to figure it out! You can do it!!

I hope this post can help people, those observations and tips really helped me once and are still helping me when working on digi-stuff ;v;

#digimon #pardon for only picking 02 kizuna hunters and gg for this. i don't own a ton of digi screenshots or art from other series... #i also like to draw those characters as well... like... a lot. #official digimon art post #ni's digitheories