Owen Dreadnought BT21-081 By Tsunemi Aosa, Elizamon BT21-008, Dimetromon BT21-017, Lamiamon BT21-025,

“nothing tastes as good as skinny feels”

damn you must suck at cooking. check out some youtube tutorials man. i believe in you.

Taiki Kudo BT21-083, Shoutmon BT21-011, Shoutmon (King Version) BT21-016, OmniShoutmon BT21-021, Shoutmon DX BT21-027, and Shoutmon X7: Superior Mode BT21-030 by tessy from BT-21 Booster World Convergence

Ways I Show a Character Is Falling Apart While Pretending to Be a Perfectionist

Some characters don’t collapse in a blaze of glory. No, they disintegrate politely, with color-coded planners and a frozen smile that says, "Everything’s fine, Susan, stop asking."

They cling even harder to routines. Morning jog, 5 a.m. journaling, bullet-journaling their dog’s bowel movements. Because if they just keep checking boxes, they can pretend nothing’s crumbling underneath.

They hyperfixate on weird tiny details. The report can be on fire, but by god, they will die on the hill of choosing the right font. ("If I find the perfect serif, maybe my life will stop feeling like it's slipping through my fingers!")

They say "I'm just really busy!" like it’s a badge of honor, when it’s actually a giant red flag made out of calendar invites and suppressed emotions.

They can't finish anything anymore. They start 14 different projects, convinced each new thing will "finally get them back on track"…and end up ghosting every single one like a bad Tinder date.

Their compliments to others are laced with self-hate. "You’re so talented, I could never pull that off" they say, smiling while beating themselves bloody on the inside.

They apologize. For everything. Late by two minutes? "I’m so sorry." Sent an email? "Sorry if that’s annoying!" Existing? "Sorry for breathing the same air!"

They're "fine." Always "fine." It's said with the same energy as someone duct-taping a broken chair and inviting you to sit on it.

They self-medicate with "productive" coping. Organizing their spice rack at midnight? Totally normal. Redesigning their resume for no reason while crying into a box of crackers? Absolutely fine. Nothing to see here.

They get defensive about the dumbest things. “Of course I’m okay! Look at my to-do list!” (Sure, babe. Tell that to your bloodshot eyes and the way you just called your boss "Mom" on Zoom.)

Their version of self-care is making another list titled “How to Fix Myself” and then immediately feeling guilty for needing it.

Is nick dreaming about being an emo girl or just thinking about any emo girl 🤔

ermmm u should totally draw annick

S I M P

Frank, you have 2, 2 theme songs about you! Be happy!

Dick's theme would be Waluigi's Mario Striker Charge BTW

Here we have another Digimon World Partner recolor set:

Palmon and its recolor Alraumon, one of my faves!

It is transliterated as Aruraumon in the card game, but it's likely named after Alraune, the German word for Mandrake.

BT3 has a very cute card of Alraumon, which shows it at the beach in front of the Tropical Jungle, where you can also encounter it in the game.

Alraumon BT3-044 by koki from BT-04 Booster Great Legend

There is also an Alternative Art for the BT1 Woodmon featuring both Alraumon and Palmon along with it.

Woodmon BT1-072 Alternative Art by koki from the Tamer Battle Pack 11 [J] / Official Tournament Pack Vol. 6 [E]

10 Subtle Ways a Character Reveals They’re Emotionally Unstable

╰ Inconsistent Eye Contact. Sometimes they stare too hard, too long. Other times they can’t hold it for more than a second. It’s not shyness—it’s internal chaos spilling out through their gaze.

╰ Changing the Subject Too Fast. They joke, deflect, or pivot conversations like their life depends on it, because maybe it does.

╰ Hyper-Fixation on Routine. If they can control the little things (folding towels, organizing pencils), then maybe their brain won’t cave in on itself.

╰ Forgetting to Eat, Then Bingeing. Not just about food. It’s about how they self-regulate (or fail to).

╰ Over-Apologizing. “Sorry” becomes a reflex, not a thought. It’s how they keep themselves from being abandoned.

╰ Picking at Skin, Biting Nails, Scratching Scalp. They call them habits. They’re not. They’re silent screams.

╰ Contradictory Stories. Sometimes they say they’re fine. Sometimes they hint at something darker. Sometimes they say both in the same sentence.

╰ Sleeping Too Much / Not at All. No middle ground. Just escape or overdrive.

╰ Flinching at Loud Sounds or Touch. Even if they don’t know why. The body remembers before the brain admits it.

╰ Sudden Emotional Shifts. Laughing, then snapping. Smiling, then withdrawing. Their emotional current runs wild beneath a crumbling dam.

10 Soul-Level Secrets Your Character Is Carrying (And Hiding Like Their Life Depends on It)

These are the kind of secrets, that keep your character up at night. The kind that twist their decisions, poison their relationships, and build a wall between who they are and who they pretend to be.

» They think they ruined someone’s life, and no one knows.

It wasn’t murder. It wasn’t obvious. But maybe they said the wrong thing. Maybe they didn’t show up when it mattered. Maybe they walked away and something irreversible happened. No one connects the dots. But they do. Every day.

They smile like everything’s fine. They help people. But underneath? They’re trying to atone for something they never confessed.

» They don’t believe they’re capable of being truly loved.

They might flirt. They might date. They might even say “I love you” like it’s nothing. But they don’t believe it when it’s said back. They think people are just being kind. Or delusional. Or lying. It doesn’t matter how good they are—it never feels like enough. So they self-sabotage. Quietly. Strategically. Like clockwork.

» They’re living a life that’s not theirs.

Maybe they took someone’s spot, figuratively or literally. Maybe they’re fulfilling someone else’s dream, wearing someone else’s name, carrying someone else’s story. They were supposed to say no. Walk away. Be honest. But now it’s too late. Too deep. Too tangled. So they pretend this version of their life is real. Even when it doesn’t feel like it.

» They’ve buried a part of their identity because it was safer.

Their queerness. Their culture. Their belief system. Their softness. Their rage. At some point, they decided—this part of me makes people leave. So they buried it. Cut it off. And now they move through life like a shadow of who they were supposed to be. They blend. They perform. But deep down, something sacred is starving.

» They still love the person they say they hate.

They’ll deny it. They’ll joke. They’ll talk sh*t with a smile. But the truth? They never really let go. And they never will. It’s in the way their voice shakes. The way they remember the smallest detail. The way they get weirdly quiet when that person’s name comes up. Love laced with bitterness is still love. That’s what makes it so hard.

» They’ve hurt someone on purpose—and never apologized.

It was calculated. Or maybe impulsive. But they knew what they were doing. And they did it anyway. Now they pretend it didn’t matter. They laugh it off. “We all make mistakes,” right? But in the quiet moments, it haunts them. They remember the look in that person’s eyes. They remember the moment they chose cruelty. And they hate themselves for it.

» They think they’re a bad person deep down.

They might be kind. Loyal. Brave. But they’re convinced it’s a performance. A mask. That underneath all the good, they’re something rotten. Unforgivable. Wrong. So they wait. For the slip-up. For the fallout. For someone to finally say it out loud: “I knew you were never really good.”

» They’re still shaped by something they pretend didn’t happen.

That thing? The trauma? The grief? The shame? They’ve never talked about it. Maybe they’ve blocked it out. Maybe they minimize it. But it’s everywhere—in the way they react to conflict, touch, silence, love. They don’t think it matters anymore. But it does. It always has.

» They dream of leaving. But never will.

Every day, they imagine packing a bag. Burning it all down. Starting over. But they stay. Because of guilt. Obligation. Fear. They smile while doing the right thing. But in the back of their mind, they’re screaming. They’ve built a prison out of choices that looked noble on paper.

» They’ve built a whole personality around keeping people from seeing who they really are.

The loud one. The chill one. The one who always makes the plans or always fixes the mess or always has a snarky comeback. It’s not fake. But it’s not all there is. They’ve decided that the real them? The soft, scared, selfish, angry, insecure them? Can’t be loved. So they keep the performance airtight. But some part of them still hopes someone will see through it anyway.