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hello fine folks! i finally got around to updating my guidelines page, so if you could give that a read that would be lovely!
xithdctr:
“…Not. Really.” Okay he wasn’t really expecting someone to equate him to clocks but that’s not a bad association.
But clocks? Really? He would’ve expected someone to say that he rules all of time which is kind of true but also not true.
“TARDIS stands for ‘Time and Relative Dimension in Space’ which is…basically a time traveling space ship that is bigger on the inside. It also looks like a police box, but that’s because it’s more of a camouflage thing rather than how it was built.” He’s rehearsed this explanation a bit whenever someone asks ‘what is TARDIS?’. So far, he’s gotten mixed reactions. He would show them but….he doesn’t have his TARDIS right now. He doesn’t know where she went and the only thing he has reminiscent of her is this carton of milk that has the label ‘TARDIS’ on it.
“Bit of a time traveler, you can say. And space traveler. I do traverse all of time and space though when all of space and time is your playground….” he pursed his lips for a moment,
“It gets boring after a while. Especially when you’re my age which is kind of old.
…But I also do fix clocks from time to time when someone needs a clock fixed, though sometimes I accidentally set the clock a second or two faster.” he shrugged,
“It happens. Does that answer your question, Joe?” and Gomamon, he mentally added but didn’t want to scare the Digimon.
“...” this conversation is going by too fast, too much very big and inconceivable information at once and while not nearly on the level of koushirou, joe is certainly a person who appreciates logic himself. his own situation as a digidestined as well as the ideas of multiple worlds existing are facts that he can only just barely accept because he has experienced it first hand. time travelling though? immortality?
“i see...” he lies. he still remains unconvinced, and in fact the man is just more and more branding himself as a madman with a box except he doesn’t even seem to have said box anywhere in the vicinity. but of course it would be rude to say that to someone’s face wouldn’t it? “the only space i’ve ever been to is cyberspace,” he attempts a joke, that rings truer than this doctor fella could probably possibly imagine.
gomamon however does not accept to put things he doesn’t understand behind him in the same way and bouncing down from joe’s lap, he takes a lap around the doctor examining him. having no concept of human age, other than seeing joe grow up through their visits to the digital world as well as his own visits to the human world (it was hard when time didn’t line up between the two worlds in the first place) the only conclusion gomamon can really make is that yes, this doctor does have to be ‘kind of old’ because he’s definitely older than joe.
“are you older than joe’s parents too?!” gomamon questions interestedly comparing the stranger to the only humans other than joe and his friends he really knows. “how do you travel in time? what’s a space ship? hey tell me!” getting more and more excited and wanting to hear more, the creature starts bouncing up and down on the spot.
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Flare sighed gently to herself again as she sipped on her tea, moving it gently away from her lips. The woman closed her eyes trying to hear something more, something about her to see if anyone around even saw her. She wanted to know if she actually existed here and wasn’t just see through. So she focused wanting to know exactly what was going on in this world, however such concentration and so many voices made it hard. Tea. Movie. Joe. Paper. Bread. Rude. Then the sounds of what seemed like an animal running hit her ears, growing ever closer by the second. The sounds of the running drowned out every other noise that would hit her sensitive hearing, and then a thud.
Opening her eyes slowly to not draw suspicion to her to seem as if she wasn’t eavesdropping she sees some…dog(?) sitting on her table. She was about to call out for an owner of the pup sitting on her table when…it SPOKE to her. The dog asked if she was human, dumbfounded and caught more off guard than when a dragon landed in the city square. She took a moment to think and deciding to be herself she was about to answer when a human ran up and snatched the dog from her table. Now thoroughly confused the human apologized for the dog and gave a bow, ah an apology, it seems as if this man used the tradition of her home.
“Ah i see…I understand now.” Flare would give a small laugh as her tail swayed behind her slightly. “You are this dog owner yes? No need to apologize i was feeling lonely anyways. However i am not sure where you are from, but in my world…dogs do not normally talk. Nor look this cute~” Flare would say her ears giving a slight flick when the wind brushed against them. “Now as for you question. No i am not a human though i resemble one. My race is called a ‘Beastkin’ a mixture of both human and animal DNA.” Flare would go on placing her tea down onto the table. “We have many variants. I would be a fox variant. Though many people have referred to me as a ‘kitsune’ if that helps you understand my race.”
“dog?” joe repeats confused, blinking a couple of times before he realises he already made a lot of very big mistakes in allowing gomamon to walk off and talk as he pleased. he still doesn’t know much about this world and what is normal and whatnot and the last thing he wants to be is weird. before being a digidestined, he is simply your average adolescent in his final teen years. self conscious first and foremost, and with a whole bunch of needless stress about growing up and having to be an adult now. still, it is already far too late to claim his partner a stuffed toy as he usually does, especially as gomamon is the one who takes over the conversation.
“i’m not a dog!” he snaps and wiggles in joe’s grasp as though he is ready to fight. or throw hands at the very least. but he seems to settle down again when the world cute is used about him. “i’m not a dog,” he repeats, “i’m a digimon! my name is gomamon! nice to meet’cha~!”
“and this is joe!” he then continues to introduce his partner who nods his head in greeting. standing a bit awkwardly around, shifting from foot to foot, joe is not sure if he should sit down with the woman or not. in the first place it would be kind of embarrassing to do so randomly with someone he doesn’t know who just so happened to be a girl. but then again she does seem to have handed him a roundabout invitation, and he is interested in hearing more, both about the place he finds himself in now as well as the whole aspect of parallel worlds. so in the end he sits down with a slight blush and a “sorry for the intrusion.”
“to be fair, i think talking dogs would probably be weird no matter where you went!” joe admits, glad that what he knows to be common sense at least applies to one other place in the quantum sea or whatever koushirou called it. “gomamon is... well, digimon are sort of an exception i guess, but they’re not really from my world in the first place so i guess you can say he’s also kind of weird by my own standards but--” how does he explain this without sounding like a madman or some kid who still hasn’t outgrown his chuunibyou phase?
“well, i have to admit that we don’t have any animal-humans in my world either unless it’s cosplay...” so from that perspective, his conversation partner, too, is incredibly weird, but he tries to shake his feelings of common sense and what should and should not be, and simply accept her for what she claims to be. “i do kind of know what kitsune is except it’s only from fiction so it’s a bit...” no, he cannot call her weird to her face. “anyway, it surprised me i guess. and gomamon. he isn’t even used to humans in generals so i guess you caught his interest.” hearing his name called, gomamon raises a paw with a “yessssss!” before going back to eyeing the woman’s cup of tea intensely.
“i guess i’m more surprised that you’re really casual about him. most people back home freak out at the thought of monsters and wouldn’t even for a second consider that parallel worlds can exist.” while he was talking joe can feel his partner tug at his sleeve, and he sighs, already knowing what the creature wants. he nods at the other’s beverage. “is this some kind of cafe? i’m totally new to this place so i don’t know my way around at all. where can i get some snacks?”
xithdctr:
“Just ‘The Doctor’. I can accept ‘Doctor’ too, but if you humans must call me something…erm…” he fiddled with his hands for a moment. He didn’t have his Psychic Paper with him, so no cover stories there. He would use ‘John Smith’ but that was too ‘plain’ (or overused at this point).
“I suppose you can call me ‘Matt’ but I would really prefer if you would call me ‘Doctor’. Anyway!” Gomamon huh? Digimon….that had to be short for something. He was aware that humans loved to have things shortened but it might take him a bit to figure it out. It was sitting right in front of him–
“Comes with the job, though if you’re thinking I am a medical doctor you are sorely mistaken. I have medical knowledge and I do possess a medical degree of some kind along with other degrees from various places–” he thinks back to his other incarnations studying about and this incarnation himself having to update his knowledge on certain topics (what a painful time that was).
“When you’re practically immortal, everything gets boring especially Thursday afternoons” he said that part with such scorn,
“So I fill my time by either running around space and time in my TARDIS or studying, at least that’s what my previous incarnations did. Memory’s a bit fuzzy on that but knowledge never really leaves me. Anyway.” his attention turned to the young man,
“What’s your name? Since, we’re on the topic of names” never mind that he went on a tangent of sorts.
He’s also ignoring the fact that he was asked the oldest question in the universe. Rip.
okay. that is weird. this man is weird, joe has concluded and for a moment he wonders if he’s going to be alright spending time in the other’s vicinity. a doctor who’s not a medical doctor can mean a lot of things, but one who is suspicious like this? briefly joe wonders if the guy is going to lure him into some basement clinic in some dark alleyway and harvest his organs or something like that, but he quickly shakes the thought in the hope that nobody would actually do that. then again he supposes such people do exist, but... would they really be so openly suspicious? draw attention to themself in ways like this? no, that couldn’t be but... argh this is too confusing! offering the other a frown as he further claims himself immortal, joe can do nothing but hopefully end the conversation as quick as possible and get away before he is invited to a cult or whatever.
“i’m... joe? kido joe,” he introduces himself despite the thoughts spiralling in his head, and he gives gomamon a subconscious squeeze. the digimon picks up on this but unaware of joe’s inner turmoil he simply asks him a question.
“hey joe, what’s a tardis?” honestly there are a lot of things he wanted to ask about, but that one seemed the most pressing in his mind, and it’s enough to send joe into a thoughtful hum. he can’t really acknowledge that he doesn’t know, but regardless this man seems to be a foreigner, so maybe it’s some kind of thingamajing from abroad. “it’s, uh...” he begins, eyes wandering across the figure before him in examination, hoping to grasp some kind of clue from the goofy attire. the only person he has actually seen using a bowtie was koushirou and that kid is not exactly known for being fashionable. not that joe will claim to be so himself, but he dares say he at least knows how to coordinate an outfit unlike this one which seems mostly tossed together by whatever the guy might have found laying around in his closet.
then he smacks his fist into his palm in realisation as he has an idea. time lord. doctor. not a medical doctor. “you fix clocks, right?!” he asks with slight relief in his voice that he is not getting his organs harvested today. “is tardis some kind of fancy model name or something?” gomamon somehow doesn’t seem to convinced and adds in a questioning “eeeh?”
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xithdctr:
“Aww…” he cooed as he looked at the waking Digimon
“No need to hide him; I’ve seen loads of creatures in my lifetime.” he glanced up at the man,
“Comes with what I do, believe me I’m not fazed at all. I won’t cause harm to him.” he promised as he glanced back at Gomamon.
“Hi there. What’s your name? I’m the Doctor. I’m a Time Lord.” he greeted the Digimon softly.
“uh... sure...” he simply states at the weird declaration. what’s a time lord? some kind of person working with clocks? but that doesn’t fit with the guy being a doctor. joe is confused to say it mildly, but he shakes gomamon fully awake nonetheless and places a hand on his body. “someone wants to talk to you,” he speaks softly to his partner who blinks at the stranger before breaking into a big smile.
“i’m gomamon!” he greets happily. “i’m a digimon!” joe’s eyebrow arch with the weak introduction and lack of explanation from his partner, but he supposes that common human sense has never been the strong suit of their digimon partners. instead his gaze shifts back to his conversation partner, because he is slightly interested in the other thing the guy said, the thing about being a doctor. “it’s nice to meet you, uhm... doctor who again?”
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Red hair laid across the back of the chair, she wasn’t one to really have her hair tied up when the wind is allowed to blow freely. Red furred ears twitching to almost every sound around her as orange eyes darted from the people around to her tea. One of Ritsuko’s favorite activities when alone was watching the other beastkin…but here…she was around mainly humans. She had gotten used to humans while in the guild, but it had been forever since she was around so many new humans at once. Tea cup in her left hand holding it to her lips her right hand holding her amulet tightly and laying near the very dangerous pointy stick she received on arrival.
“So many people here…to think i would thrown into a world so randomly after being attacked…i had never though i would see so many.” She would sip her tea for a moment before glancing around once more. “I can not stop looking at them…they are all so cute~ Still though…there is not short supply of gossip as usual.” Though speaking to herself as if she was relaxed her posture stated she seemed on edge, uneasy. Her ears flicked around at every half second to a new or old voice to her senses, she could not tell at this point. While listening her tail swayed through the back of the chair in almost a playful fashion. “Though i do wish i had someone to share this cup of tea with…tis not easy working without the guild…perhaps i have grown complacent…”
one should think that a person could only get abducted and be expected to live in a parallel world so many times during their lifetime. joe at least would have thought that his adventures in the digital world count for a lifetime of strange stuff and that he is set for a calm future, a normal future, an uneventful future where he doesn’t have to fight for his life or save the world in its entirety before he’s even 13 years old.
turns out he is wrong. as if the distortions in his own world aren’t enough, joe finds himself spirited away again, yet again, and although gomamon is still with him neither of them recognises the place to be either earth or the digital world. walking through the streets of the city carrying gomamon around in his arms isn’t helping anything on recognition. he is tired, stressed, worried, confused--
"joe! hey joe! look over there!”
gomamon’s voice pulls him out of his frown and worries as he looks up and follows the creature’s paws with his eyes. gomamon seems to have taken notice of some random woman -- wait a second. was that ears and a tail? some kind of cosplay maybe? “don’t stare. that’s rude,” he warns his digimon, who doesn’t seem much interested in his partner’s words and instead opts to jump out of joe’s arms and rush to the woman. with joe rushing straight after him, he climbs the stranger’s table and looks at her with big golden eyes.
“hey! are you human?!” he asks curiously having never seen a human donning such features. immediately after joe catches up and pulls his partner into his grasp again, doing a 90 degree bow. “oh my god i’m sorry, he didn’t mean to be rude! come on, you apologise too.”
looking at his partner with big blank eyes gomamon tilts his head and asks a simple “why?” as he doesn’t think he has done anything wrong.
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“That’s an interesting creature you have there.” The Doctor crouched down to examine Gomamon,
“…What’s his name? He seems cute.” And while he did have expierence with creatures that are cute (but also deadly), he couldn’t help but be curious about this new creature this young man has. It’s not every day the Doctor encounters something like this!
“huh?” an intelligible questioning sound leaves him as he unexpectedly hears someone address him. eyes run upwards to locate a man slap in his face, crouched before him and the creature in his lap.
“whoa!” he then lets out, body startling at the suddenness of it all, and gomamon in his lap is awakened with the sudden movement. “i-i-i-i-i-it’s just a toy! a stuffed animal!” joe stutters hurriedly in a weak attempt to cover himself, but it is certainly not backed up by gomamon who starts to rub his sleepy eyes.
and with that out of the way, here’s the starter call!
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wassup everyone! it’s your local nb disaster shino back at it with their bullshit. to tell the truth i’ve been totally out of the mfrp loop for like three years now, but after marathoning the entire season 1 of digimon in 3 days i was too overwhelmed by feelings for this boy here and couldn’t help myself. so i bring to you joe kido (and gomamon)!
what you need to know about me i suppose is that i’m 26 and have an asd so if i react in certain ways it’s probably because of that. this blog was made years ago, but my dumb ass decided that it was a good idea to revamp it and had to write out information literally two hours before masterlist midnight, but hey we succeeded and here we are!
my guidelines page will be up either today or in the coming days because i wasn’t satisfied with it anymore and figured hey, let’s rewrite it, but a lot of it is just really basic stuff, don’t be an asshole, that kind of stuff. starter call for joe coming soon as i like to keep intro and starter separate! either way i’m out!
Joe & Gomamon in DIGIMON ADVENTURE: 2020 | Episode 13 | Garudamon of the Crimson Wings
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It would be best to get a better idea what Spiral’s End had to offer her, as well as give the mice companions she has some fresh air after she kept them cooped up in her room for so long. She leaves the room, and around the tower, checking every inch of the place. The place she is drawn to first is the music shop, feeling relaxed as she hears the music coming from there. Next is to check out the many food places it has to offer. Whereas Allura is mostly used to foods from space, the scents that the foods her paladins told her about makes her stomach - and the mice’s - stomachs growl.
She wanders into a food place, to see what she wants to try first, only to be stopped when she sees some sort of.. creature sitting in a chair and eating food, while a person, who looks human to her eyes, sits across from that creature, paying no mind to it eating all the food that’s on the table. Maybe they were friends, like how she was with her mice? But that creature did seem a little odd looking..
“Pardon my interruption,” Allura calls out as she approaches the table the young gentleman was sitting at. “but this creature here.. what is it exactly? I’ve seen quite a few different aliens before, but nothing like this.”
Head full of worries, during the past few days a perpetual frown could be found upon Joe’s facial features. One could argue that he never had been much of a smiler in the first place, especially not as of late with the stress of entrance exams lurking, slowly eating away at him, but this seemed especially bad. Gomamon had always been the first to notice when something was wrong with his partner, no matter how well Joe thought he managed to hide his worries, and as annoying as the creature’s attempts of cheering him up were, he also felt a tinge of gratitude.
Never again did he intend to toss away this friendship. He had let Gomamon down once, and no amount of loathe and self-pity would bring him to do that again. Still, the conditions were clear: the purple and white digimon should only leave their apartment accompanied by Joe and he could only move and speak when no one was there. Admittedly it was a gamble to go to a restaurant, but both he and his partner were hungry, and neither very good at cooking. However, a voice calling out to him, proved that he might have been a bit to optimistic. But what exactly was this woman talking about?
“ I’m sorry, I’m not sure I heard that right. Aliens...? ”
The concept seemed... dumb to say the least. Then again, had he not experienced what he had, he would also have assumed anything even remotely relating to the Digital World to be just as far-fetched. Instead it was Gomamon who took over the conversation with a wave of his paw.
-- ‘ I’m Gomamon! I’m not an alien I’m a Digimon! What about your friends, are they aliens? ’
Immediately Joe noticed the rodents he hadn’t before paid attention to, and a mere second after, he rose so quickly that he fell over his chair.
“ Are those mice?! ”
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Jedediah thanked the Barista as he reached down to pick up his smoothie. The perfect drink to fight back the vigorous heat that day had to offer. This matched with an entertaining book and nothing would be able to stop him from relaxing the day away. Well, the only issue being he had no book and no clue on the path home. The city didn’t make a lick of sense. Nevertheless, he would enjoy the smoothie despite the circumstance. With his worries aside he glanced around the cafe in search of a table. One primal instinct later and the young man found himself drawn towards a seat in the back next to a stranger,
“This seat taken?”
Pointless it felt -- although the table in front of him was littered with medical textbooks, Joe could not see the appeal in even bothering opening any of them. The afterlife this place had been called, but it felt incomprehensible to the teen that such a place should exist. If anything this “Amaranth” more resembled the Digital World, except it carried a significant lack of Digimons. It was all too complicated to the adolescent boy who already had way too much on his mind and had no time at all for things like being dead. For what had he been studying so much if it was all for naught? For what had he pushed people away from him?
A voice calling out to him suddenly -- or so it appeared as Joe had not paid attention to his surroundings and had not noticed anyone approaching at all -- sent him jolting in surprise, and upon the meaning of the question registering within his mind, he hurriedly attempted to gather the books into one pile, except his movements sent at least two of them over the edges of the table. Defeated, Joe let his body rest heavily against the back of the chair.
“ Why does this always happen... ”
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She doesn’t know what to think upon meeting this stranger. He almost looks like her old captain, Giovanni, which is enough to remind Luciana that yes, he was dead and no, he wasn’t coming back.
The moon maiden approaches the stranger, gently poking him with the tip of her parasol. “….Hey… Can I… know your name, please?”
Being hit up at random on the street was not something Joe was used to. He was by no means popular, his appearance was kind of bland, and sometimes he felt as if he was radiating the very definition of “introvert” and “loser”. At any rate, not many people had business with him, even less so strangers. So upon being stopped at random the teen could only take a hesitant glance as speculations for this sudden forced encounter started spreading within his mind.
“ I... guess? Kido. Joe Kido. But what do you need something like that for...? ”