#secretsantamon

[desmormos]

hello  @rubeetle ! I was your secret santa for @secretsantamon :’D since some of your fave digimon are also some of my faves I decided to draw some of them!!

Hope you like and happy holidays!!

[digitalgate02]

@secretsantamon time!

@blondeandconfused, i’m relieved that you’d accept anything but i went directly to your Like List. You and me like Hikari so I thought “why not draw my sweet psychic lady?” And honestly drawing Hikari is so much relaxing yet I need to draw more Hikaris (since I draw mostly Daisukes and Makis oops.)

Anyway I did the first one thinking about an icon for twitter/tumblr, but i decided it was not that good for a gift and made the D-3 shape one later, though i changed the digi-form because i had no idea how to put Tailmon there haha ;7;  Whichever you choose, i hope you like it! (well, both are made for you, so feel free to use both)

💖 Happy Holidays my dear!! 💖

[miyaa-atsumu]

sooooo @flameofswords i was your secret santa!! I wrote a little soft Kouichi/Takuya piece for you as I wait for my computer to be fixed so I can show you the actual drawing I made :,D sorry for making you wait, and Merry Christmas!!

‘‘So? do you like it?’‘

Kouichi looks up at Takuya, his friend’s smile so wide it looks like it’s going to split his face in two, and then back at the sweater lying on the table between them. He stares at it, almost as if only by the power of his eyesigh he could make it burst into flames.

‘‘It’s...... uh..... Very unique,,,’‘ he trails off. He doesn’t want to insult Takuya, but that sweater is really...Something else.

‘‘You don’t like it, is that it? I mean, I kept the receip and all if you don’t-’‘

‘‘NO!!!!’‘

Takuya jumps, startled by Kouichi’s high pitched scream, his eyes wide and mouth open in surprise at his friend’s outburst. Kouichi’s so rarely loud. The boy is standing up now, trying to come up with something to save the situation.

He looks back at the offensive piece of clothing.

It’s such an ugly shade of green, a dark shade of khaki that you find only in overused army shirts. There’s a weird looking bulldog on the front, wrapped in what Kouichi can only assume are christmas lights, because honestly they look more like snakes with pimples to him. And, to end this in beauty, a <<Feliz Naughty God>> is written in a circle around the dog, with a handwriting that’s probably from a three year old.

Kouichi can’t believe that Takuya willingly bought this. He actually took the time to go to the store, and spent REAL MONEY on this atrocity. It blows his mind.

But he also doesn’t want to hurt his friend’s feelings, especially since he went through that much trouble to give it to him. He takes a deep breath.

‘‘No, it’s...... I like it, in fact I’ll wear it right now!’‘ Kouichi says, a bit too fast if he’s being honest, as he grabs the sweater from the table. Takuya’s face lights up, and that alone seems worth putting on such a hideous shirt.

He angles his face away so that Takuya can’t see his disgust frown as he slips the sweater on top of his t-shirt, and then turns back and offers a wobbly smile to the other boy.

‘‘KOUICHI!!! It suits you!!! Green’s such a nice colour, you should wear it more often, you know!!! And!! You got the christmas spirit that way!!’‘

Kouichi imperceptively sighs as Takuya exitedly explains all the apparently <obvious> virtues of the sweater. Honestly, what he wouldn’t do for his friends.

He jumps a bit when he feels arms wrapping around his shoulders as Takuya holds him in a bone crushing hug.

‘’Thanks, Kouichi! And hey, maybe next year I could find another one so we’d like, match! That would be so cool!’‘

Kouichi stares in front of him, silent for a few seconds, and then brings his arms up to gently hug Takuya back. His friend smiles softly at him.

‘‘Yeah, that’d be great, Takuya,’‘ he whisper.

Takuya hugs him tighter as he laughs.

That sweater’s not so ugly after all, Kouichi muses. He might even like it a little.

[curiousscientistkae]

Secret Santamon 2018

I joined @secretsantamon and this is for @yukimuraruki. Some Daiken Christmas. I made them a bit odler (ie living together and having a car) and a few other things from canon but overall just some christmas fluff with them. Merry Christmas

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For the first time in a long time, there is a white Christmas. No one expected it. The storm came out of nowhere and left as soon as it dropped over a foot of snow on the ground. Some people do grumble at the fact travel will be hard but others rejoice at the winter wonderland. Children, teens, and adults alike can’t wait to run outside.

Ken, Davis, and their digimon partners are excited to go enjoy time out in the snow but they wait. First thing that comes first is giving gifts. It is Christmas after all. Davis crawls under the large pine tree to grab some presents that got pushed back in the rush before. When he comes back out, green needles are in his hair and all over his back.

“We can’t miss these!” He says.

Davis looks at the name tags. One for each of them. He gives the two smaller boxes to Veemon and Wormmon before handing a medium size one to Ken. The digimon quickly tear into the boxes. Veemon pulls out some cases of sweets. His starts to drool. Meanwhile, Wormmon pulls out a scarf. He grins and asks Veemon to help him put it on.

“You gonna open up yours or what?” Davis asks Ken.

“I was waiting for you to open yours. Didn’t you read who it was from or only who it was too?” Ken replies.

Davis rereads the tag.

To: Davis From: Ken

“Oh. Heh. I was just trying to sort them all. Let’s see what you got me.”

Davis tears open into the gift. He opens the box that was hidden under the wrapping paper. Inside are issues upon issues of his favorite comic books. His eyes widen as he picks them up one by one.

“Oh man, I can’t wait to read these! I’ve been dying to continue reading. I hated falling behind but now,” Davis reads all the issue numbers. “They are all here! This is the best present ever!”

Davis leans over and pecks Ken on the cheek. Ken smiles.

“Open yours now!” Davis says.

“Okay, okay.”

Ken looks at the tag first before opening it. He sees that it is from none other than Davis.

Slowly, he begins to open it up. Ken wonders as he tears the paper what Davis could have gotten him. Either it’s something really sweet or something really stupid to get a kick out of. Ken doesn’t care either way, though. No matter what type it is, it is from Davis and is going to mean something.

The gift is a sweater that looks a bit large on him. The color and patterns match that of Wormmon’s scarf--that he proudly wears as he crawls around the living room. Ken slowly lifts it out of the box, rubbing his fingers against the soft fabric.

“Where’d you get this?” Ken asks.

“You’d be surprised as to who my sister knows. Honestly, I was also. I thought you would like it. I also had to convince her to ask her friend to make a matching scarf for your pet. Sorry, Wormmon. It was the only way to make it.”

“It is not a problem. Thank you,” Wormmon tells him.

“So, you like it?” Davis asks Ken.

“Yes, I do. Thank you. I needed a new one. I’ll wear it later tonight after we go out in the snow. I don’t want to get it messed up.”

“Oh, right! We should go out now before too many people start ruining the snow. I want to see some of the fresh now becomes it gets all picked and kicked up! The roads should be clear by now so we can drive. Let’s go!”

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Leaving as soon as they could works their favor. Not many people have arrived at the snow covered park. Those who have showed up before Davis, Ken, Veemon, and Wormmon are at the top of the hill, sledding down as fast as they can. Maybe later they will held down their own hill. Davis does have a couple of sleds in his car after all. Right now, however, the group just wants to enjoy some good old fashioned snowball fight.

The group finds a quiet area to have their own private battle. Ken and Davis make forts with their digimon, getting ready to fight each other. Davis and Veemon manage to finish their first and quickly begin to make snowballs. Ken and Wormmon are just starting to make their snowballs by the time Davis and Veemon throw theirs.

Ken and Wormmon duck down as they get pelted. Wormmon quickly hands the snowballs to Ken. He takes them and throws them as hard as he can towards the other pair. He manages to hit Davis a few times but he and Veemon remake enough snowballs to retaliate.

Back and forth they go, doing their best to win this fight. Time passes and they begin to tire. There is no real winner of the fight but everyone does walk away happy. They debate going down the hill but decided against it. They find it better to return home, get into dry clothes, make some hot chocolate, and watch some cheesy Christmas movies.

It does not take long for everyone to return home. All the traffic from traveling to others houses or any place that is open to eat at is nowhere in sight. When they return to their little old apartment area, Davis leaves to change first and get out of his soaking wet clothes (having actually wrestled with Veemon in the snow on the way back to the car). Ken grabs the teapot filled with water and sets it down on the stove to boil.

Once Davis comes back he takes over making hot chocolate. By the time Ken has switched into his sweater that Davis got him, the drinks are sitting on the table by the couch. Davis is already wrapped up in a blanket and is blowing on his drink to cool it down. Ken carefully takes a seat by him and takes his own drink. Rather than blowing on it, Ken just waits for it to cool down.

“Did you have a nice Christmas?” Davis asks. He nuzzles up against Ken.

“Enjoyable. Though, anytime where I can spend the whole day with you I always look forward too.”

A wide grin spreads across Davis’ face along with a faint blush. He takes the the blanket and wraps Ken in it. “Now you can’t escape until I let you go.”

“I was planning on moving?”

“This is just in case. You can get up and leave at anytime but I want to stay in this moment for as long as possible. So you are not leaving anytime soon.”

Ken does not protest. Davis is nice and warm. Ken looks over at the digimon. Wormmon and Veemon themselves are wrapped under a heavy blanket and have fallen asleep. Veemon twitches as he dreams. Ken wonders if he is dreaming about beating up a bunch of evil digimon.

“Do you want to go out again tomorrow? We both aren’t doing anything as far as I know. We can go see a movie or something. Or we can just stay here and chill if you like.”

Ken takes a moment to sip his drink before answering. “Let me sleep on it. Depends on what the digimon want to do also.”

“Okay,” Davis yawns. He places his drink down on the table before resting his head on Ken’s shoulder.

Ken finishes his drink and is careful to put it down without disturbing Davis. He then settles down and makes himself comfortable before closing his own eyes and falling asleep with Davis.

[orangelemonart]

Happy New Year, @pikkachan, I’m your pinch-hitter Digimon Secret Santa~

(This takes place probably between Adventure and 02, Matt’s starting to grow out his hair.)

[gwydionae]

My Digimon Secret Santa gift for @trilea! I am so sorry it’s a tad late! I got a late start to it (oops...) and then lost a decent portion of my progress from PS crashing on me (of course), so I’ve been scrambling to get this finished in a timely fashion. A bit late for Christmas, but I hope you like it anyway and have a wonderful holiday season! I had a lot of fun with this - thank you @secretsantamon for organizing it! ^_^

[orangelemonart]

Merry Christmas, @digimonkaizer, I was your Digimon Secret Santa! I had a lot of fun drawing the Kens, I hope you like it!

[meruz]

Happy Holidays @noelkadoja2 !!! here’s a @secretsantamon drawing for you!!