Matrix Digivolution

33 | She/Her | GW2 NA: Danielle Roivas | FFXIV: Balmung - Alex Stormcrowe | Expect Guild Wars 2, FFXIV, Digimon, Gundam, and other game stuff

[questions-about-blorbos]

Would you feel safe or comfortable being trapped in an elevator alone with your Blorbo for an hour?

Yes, I would feel safe and comfortable

I would feel safe, but I wouldn't feel comfortable

I would feel comfortable, but I wouldn't feel safe

No, I would not feel safe or comfortable

Voting ended onDec 28, 2025

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[safitheartist]

A lot of Digimon Beatbreak's criticism really just boils down to "I haven't engaged with media that wants me to use my brain and think about the information conveyed to us in relation to the characters."

Like Tomoro literally grew up disabled in a community all about perfectionism and you expect him to work through that whole deal in one singular 20 minute episode.

[stormsworder]

Digimon Beatbreak has been a slow burn, but heck if it hasn't been a *good* one. Definitely got my emotions up in this last one, and the lore tidbits for the world are making me super fascinated

[eternalalchemagical]

Wanted to create a little tribute piece after hearing about the passing of Jim Ward. The Order of Whispers was the first faction path I chose as a new player, and I adored Tybalt from the get go. His presence (and loss) in the story has fundamentally shaped how my commander has spent the last ten+ years in Tyria and the lands beyond.

Thank you for the life you breathed into Tybalt Leftpaw- Apple Seller, Mentor, Lightbringer, and Two Tibbs-a-Whisker. He will always be beloved by me. Rest easy 🤍.

[crowdraws96]

Light

[ilkkawhat]

[stormsworder]

I don't like getting angry. I don't like how it feels during or after it explodes from me. But my brother going into my closet to appraise my old games when he's a known alcoholic who so far has shown no limit to the things he'll do just finally brought it out of me during a Facetime call I was in with my mom. I know what some of my stuff is worth, and he's upset i'm just sitting on it not doing anything with it.

I'll probably have to bring most of the stuff to my apartment and pull the cart data of the rest with a cartridge ripper in anticipation of it for Christmas. I'm just so tired and exhausted when it comes to dealing with him, when I can't put any trust in some of my own family members.

[maatdraws]

“If saving you means losing you, then so be it.“ ▬ RENOIR

Clair Obscur: Expedition 33.

[nimadjart]

Tsubame Nimai Gaeshi

[nimadjart]

Leather clad wings

[guildtree]

Kasjory without all the make-up and mesmer illusions. They deserve their extended vacation.

[nimadjart]

Divinely hellish

[stormsworder]

The RSD always rears its head on my birthday.

Logically I know what it is and why it does, that ultimately it’s something minor I shouldn’t let get to me. But that little nagging voice of it always whispers so sweetly to the emotions and coils around them to where the tightness settles in my chest and pulls me down into the darkness.

It’s stupid, minor little things, and yet emotionally it feels devastating. There was a tabletop group I played with bi-weekly for years, and every year on my birthday I’d be wished happy birthday… but poor communication and misunderstanding resulted in me no longer being part of the main group and barely getting to participate at all in the past year. And then the birthday wishes no longer came.

It’s a stupid little thing. Logically I know they probably don’t really get reminders or whatever from me because trying to participate still feels like wrenching off the bandages on a wound that seems like it will never truly heal. Anxiety gnaws, stress grows, the mind goes through every possible what-if of how people in there really don’t want me around. That little voice whispers, “See? You never really were wanted. They’re all happier without you. Nobody notices you. Nobody cares.”

It’s a stupid little thing. A small Facebook group I’m in wishes happy birthday to each and every one of its members. Even for me the past several years. Except this year, nothing. I was the only one left out. And the little voice gnawed and dug and tore and burrowed deeper than before, a combination of both situations that has the emotions wondering if people really care. If they just don’t smile politely and tolerate me when I care and would help any way I could if they needed it.

Depression is a monster. A beast that every time I think I have it conquered and put to rest, it swallows me up when I least expect it as those little whispers set emotion against logic.

It’s hard living with this. Hard when sometimes the depressive episodes come on and I wonder how many people outside my roommate care. If how I am is just… annoying and frustrating to people. If it’s worth trying to be social anymore.

[nimadjart]

Knights of the round

[stormsworder]

Oh look, it's midnight. Guess I'm 35 today.

[om-nom-berries]

I drew movie Zelda again based on the better official shots. Loving the costume design.

[bechnokid]

Some Digi-doodles from Twitter! Sam and I love Neptunemon and his fish butt, but not as much as Venusmon loves him!!!

Also, the last drawing spawned from an idea I had for the Three Archangels where Ophanimon actually prefers to be Magnadramon, but switches to Ophanimon during "business meetings" with other angelic Digimon.