#☀ Daisuke

[daisuske]

hopefully, if work doesn't sap all of my energy by the time I get home, I'll be on later to work on my drafts ♥️

[miraclescrest]

@charadrxxmxrr

It wasn't too far from its fated partner at least, but, Chibimon at the end of the day was curious about the world around it. Even if it was so small in comparison to the district that was Odaiba, and certainly not as bustling. Which was probably a good thing, actually! It made being separated from Daisuke less scary for the both of them.

For awhile, Chibimon thought it heard someone hot on its trail: at a reasonable distance. Which it figured, if it couldn't shake them after...What was it? Four right turns? It may just turn around and say something!

Too bad Chibimon couldn't tell its right from its left...

So, after a while, it turns around to face Chara, who'd been tailing it for not that long, actually.

"What gives? I'm not a cat you can try to take home if that's what you're thinking!"

[moomine]

backwash II | daisuke

author's note: totally awesome people should check out part one as well ⍢ also, if you want to be part of a taglist for future updates feel free to reply or dm me! (cover image credit)

summary: (daisuke x f!reader) It's been a little over a month since the Tulpar departed on its 382-day long haul. Anya takes the reader aside to perform her monthly psych eval, where she discusses her experiences with her peers and life on the ship so far. After she's clear to go, she runs into Daisuke who's drawing in the lounge.

word count: 2,291

warnings: mild language? all characters are 18+

now playing: Radiohead - "Motion Picture Soundtrack"

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EMPLOYEE STATEMENT 028—

I’m starting to feel more and more homesick. I miss my mom’s roast chicken. I miss swimming pools and the feeling of the breeze. I miss burning incense. I miss my friends. It hasn’t been that long since we left Earth, but I guess I just never considered how still outer space would be. How lonely I’d feel. The others have been nice, yeah. Especially Anya. And Daisuke. I get the feeling that Captain Curly is still warming up to me. I wonder if he’s ever taken on another apprentice before. I don’t know about Swansea, or Jimmy. They seem to tolerate me at best. But then again, those two kind of just tolerate everyone, except for maybe Captain Curly. It’s only been almost a month. I just have to keep my head. 

If mom were here she’d say: “Everything gets easier with time. Time and patience.”

DAY TWENTY-SEVEN—

“Everything okay, [Name]?” Anya asked in a gentle tone, gingerly placing a hand on the table in front of you.

Your shoulders tensed at the sound of her voice as it filled the otherwise silent lounge. You looked up at her, feeling the tension seemingly wash away by the sight of her face. She offered you an understanding smile, her tired features softened as she looked down at you.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. Just lost in thought, I guess,” you responded. 

You raised a hand to rub your eyes. It had been difficult to find sleep lately. The groaning of the ship was almost haunting at night. Laying in your bed, staring at the ceiling, you spent the few hours allotted for sleep thinking about Earth, about what laid just beyond the door to your room, about the ceaseless whining of steel and steam. About the next three hundred and fifty four days.

Anya nodded sympathetically, moving her hand from the table top to your shoulder blade. “It gets easier. I promise,” she paused as Jimmy and Curly entered the room, their voices loud and booming. “Are you ready for your psych eval?”

You nearly didn’t hear her over the sound of the other two. They were reminiscing, shouting stories back and forth of college parties, bar fights, and past lovers.

“As I’ll ever be,” you said with a timid grin. 

Anya nodded once more, motioning toward the door just past the kitchen space. You came to your feet and followed her until the two of you made it to her domain. The medical bay had become a safe haven for you. Over the past month, you gravitated toward Anya the most. She had been kind to you from the very beginning, almost sisterly. When there was no more work to be done, you often found yourself walking straight through the lounge and into her office. Anya didn’t mind. In fact, she had grown to rather enjoy the company.

She walked around the desk before taking a seat in her chair. Behind her was a wall of white shelves and cabinets with glass doors. Inside they held assorted medical supplies and books on psychology and basic clinical practice. To the right of her was a bulletin board, cluttered with posters, a calendar, pictures of her hometown, and notes and reminders. A number of Daisuke’s doodles had made it up as well, namely ‘Yimpy’, a rather horrible caricature of Jimmy. It was pretty realistic.

You sat across from her with your hands interlocked in a tight ball. “Same as last time, right?”

Anya grinned as she organized your file. “Yep, same as last time. Since it’s only your second evaluation, I’m going to go over it one more time. Is that okay with you?”

You nodded.

“Lovely,” she said with a soft hum. Tapping the papers into a neat pile against the desk, Anya glanced at you once more. Her eyes flickered from the page to you, you to the page as she read aloud. “I’m going to ask you a series of questions about your experience, relationships, and general well being during your time under contract with Pony Express. It is your responsibility to answer as truthfully as you feel comfortable and/or deem necessary. Your answers remain confidential unless you give reason to believe you are at risk of harming yourself or others. Do you have any questions?”

“No questions here,” you replied with a shake of your head.

“Perfect. Let’s get started. On a scale of one to ten, how confident do you feel in your capability to complete your work and responsibilities on a day to day basis?” Anya read.

“Maybe eight? I’m still getting a hold of some of the more technical aspects. The Tulpar is an older ship… I wasn’t exactly trained on her special quirks in school,” you said with a nervous laugh.

“You’ll catch on fast. You already have,” she reassured, jotting down your response with that sweet smile still on her face. “Okay, next question. You mentioned last time that you’ve been having difficulty sleeping, is that still a relevant cause for concern?”

“I don’t know if it’s that concerning. I think I’m just having a hard time getting used to the new environment. It’s been getting easier to fall asleep though,” you responded. A little, white lie.

“I’m happy to hear that, [Name]. Your rest is important. I remember not being able to sleep at all during my first haul. I spent all night just tossing and turning, reading my books if I could focus on them long enough. It’s normal, but from the sound of it, you’re doing a great job adjusting.” Her gaze softened as she spoke. It was clear that she had grown to care for you quite quickly, and you did the same for her. “Only a couple more left to go…”

Anya listened intently while you answered each of her questions, taking the time to write down key details of your responses. Between questions, the sound of her pen etching against the paper filled the room. As Anya wrapped up the second to last question, your eyes wandered to the evening window screen. The warm orange and reds of the artificial sunset made the room look like it was on fire. You looked back to your hands, reaching up to take a piece of your hair and twist it between two fingers.

“All right,” Anya spoke up. “Last but not least, how do you feel about your relationships with the rest of the crew? Is there anything I should know about in particular?”

“No, I don’t think so. Everyone has treated me fine enough. Other than you, I’m still trying to get to know everyone better,” you said, still focused on your hair.

Another sympathetic smile graced Anya’s lips as she looked over at you. She knew how it felt to feel slightly out of place. “Look, I’m technically not supposed to tell you this, so you have to keep it a secret. Okay?” Anya let out a quiet laugh as you nodded quickly. She watched amused as you dropped your strand of hair and leaned in closer. “Daisuke mentioned during his eval that he wanted to get to know you more. Maybe you could try talking to him? You two have more in common than you might think.”

You looked down at your lap again, biting at the inside of your cheek. “Yeah, okay. Maybe I will.”

“Well, you’re all set. You’re free to go.” Anya closed the file and tucked it away alongside the others in her desk. “Thank you for your time, [Name]. I assume I’ll see you here tomorrow. Same time as usual?”

“Same time as usual,” you echoed, beaming as you got out of your chair and left the room.

From the hallway leading to the medical bay, you could tell that the lounge was quiet now. Curly and Jimmy must have wandered off elsewhere. It would have been completely silent if it weren’t for the subtle sound of pencil scratching coming from deeper within. As you entered the room you noticed Daisuke, hunched over the table as he sketched something in his sketchbook. Completely oblivious. You leaned against the doorway and watched from a distance for a moment, admiring as he tucked a tuft of fried brown hair behind his ear. 

“What are you drawing?” you questioned.

Daisuke jumped in his seat like a cat that had been snuck up on. His eyes shot to you, the surprise he felt immediately quelling into a tenuous excitement. He hastily closed his sketchbook —almost like he was hiding something— and smoothed out his hair. His mouth broke out into a wide, infectious smile, the gap in his two front teeth a thin ravine and the dimples on either side of his mouth tiny sinkholes.

“Me? Oh, y’know, just doodling,” he said, leaning back in his chair as if trying to act casual. “Where ya been? I couldn’t find- I mean, I didn’t see you back in the cockpit.”

“Psych eval.” You pointed over your shoulder with your thumb as you pushed yourself from the doorframe. “Can I see it?” you asked, walking up to the table and taking the seat across from him.

“Uhh… see what?” Daisuke asked in turn, voice coy and simultaneously flustered.

“Your doodles,” you responded with a laugh. “Only if you’re okay with that, obviously.”

“Oh! I mean, yeah. That’s like, totally fine. But, fair warning, they’re not that incredible or anything.” Reluctantly, Daisuke passed you his sketchbook. He looked rather bashful, cheeks slightly flushed and smile wavering.

“Hey, that’s not fair. I’ve seen your stuff on Anya’s corkboard. You’re really good.” You took the sketchbook in your hands, looking down at the cover of it. It was absolutely littered in a random assortment of stickers. Only through the few and far between gaps could you see that it was once a pure black. It looked much cooler now decorated with the various games, bands, and whatever else Daisuke liked. “Are you sure you don’t mind me looking? Again, it’s perfectly fine if you changed your mind.”

“Nah, it’s all good. Just don’t expect too much, ‘kay?” he replied, running a hand through his hair.

“No expectations,” you agreed.

You turned over the cover, revealing the first page. In red ink you read ‘if found please return to Daisuke, thank youuuuuu’, alongside it was a doodle of himself looking particularly grateful. Or maybe he was pleading. You chuckled under your breath and began flipping through the rest of the pages. Each one was filled with sketches and those increasingly familiar doodles of predominantly other people. Friends, maybe family, and characters from the different games he liked. His work wasn’t quite realistic, but not the most stylized either. Rather, it seemed to be a perfect mix of the two. Something entirely unique to him. To Daisuke.

The deeper you got into the book you started to spy familiar faces. Captain Curly, Swansea, Anya, even Jimmy, but mostly you. You glanced up at him, seeing that he was seemingly avoiding eye contact with you all together. His hand was still tangled within his hair, head turned to the side, and lips knitted into a fine line. That mole —high on his left cheek— stared at you more than his own eyes.

When you finally got to the last page you realized he hadn’t been doodling at all. Instead, there before you, in soft pencil sketching, was a portrait of you that Daisuke had drawn from memory. It wasn’t perfect, but it was incredibly detailed nevertheless. You held up the book, taking in the details with a look of awe on your face. He captured all of your little imperfections —the tilt of your eyes, the quirk in your smile, all of it. 

“Daisuke, these are actually so good!” you exclaimed, setting the book down and passing it back to him.

“You… you really think so?” He let out a breath of relief, finally looking at you again. “Man, I thought you would find them totally weird. I’ve been too scared to show anyone else but Anya.”

“Why would I think they’re weird?” you asked.

“Shit, I dunno…” Daisuke trailed off.

You shook your head. “You’re really talented.”

“I- Thank you,” he breathed. Daisuke’s face softened as you looked at him from across the table. The flush in his cheeks was barely noticeable, a fair pink dusting the peaks of his features. “Hey, I noticed you brought a Walkman on board with you. I never thought I’d actually see one of those things in the flesh.”

“Oh, yeah,” you laughed lightly. “It was a gift from my mom. It’s outdated as hell, but I’ve got a bunch of custom tapes back in my room. We should totally listen to them sometime.”

“Are you kidding? Dude, I’d love to-”

“Daisuke!” Swansea called from down the hall, cutting him off. He rounded the corner, sticking his head into the lounge with a sweaty brow. “There you are. Get your ass up, break time’s over. We’ve got work to finish up before dinner.”

Daisuke looked noticeably disappointed at the sight of Swansea. “But I-”

“No ‘buts’. C’mon now, I don’t have all day,” Swansea said with a huff before he turned around, walking back toward the utility room.

“Coming,” Daisuke sighed. He stood up, tucking his sketchbook under his arm with a slight frown. “Guess I’ll see ya later, [Name].”

“Yeah! I’ve got to show you some of my mixes, remember?” you responded sweetly, smiling up at him.

Daisuke nodded enthusiastically. As he left the room, he adopted a pep in his step. A smile was glued to his face as he beamed down the hall. The human embodiment of sunshine in that moment.

[miraclescrest]

Without missing a beat.

"The police got my dad?"

"Are you serious?" Like, really? Really?

[miamaimania]

"Untitled" by Daisuke Yokota ☀ Chemical erosion on darkroom print ⌾ Surface becomes substance

[dollarstore-kins]

🌺 Daisuke Stimboard For Anon 🌺

🥭 || 🌊🌊🌊 || ⛱️⛱️⛱️ || 🌊🌊🌊 || 🥭

-mod calamity ☀🌴(▀U ▀-͠)

[bxst4r]

Innocent's Redemption AU

summary :

🌺 A mouthwashing fix-it AU where the accident-prone intern Daisuke, instead of dying, is miraculously transported to the past. 🌺

⚠️ This "comic" has now become a written work, with each chapter being formatted like a chapter in a novel instead of a long comic strip. ⚠️

☾☀︎ MASTERLIST ☀︎☽

Part 1 (comic): "I don't want to die."

[miraclescrest]

"I'm from Odaiba, not that that really means anything, I guess." While he was frustrated, he was trying to not let it get the better of him, not yet at least... "I had just reunited with some of my friends, and then next I know, I'm in a frozen wasteland!" He was obviously very disappointed, being pulled from his world to Spirale sucked bad enough, and then he was given some reprieve when some of his teammates arrived soon after; only to be plopped in an entirely different setting. It almost felt targeted in a way, like some sort of karmic punishment for god knows what.

Well, he didn't really mean to let that happen without warning the other, but how do you really mentally prepare someone for that: Hey, my weird dog can somewhat randomly change form, don't worry about it. So, this was probably the best recourse, actually.

"I think we just got probably the best case scenario for a hitchhiking ride, what do you think, V-mon?" With the digimon just humming in agreement, the duo approached the rheaird in excitement. They were finally getting out of this blizzard! Daisuke got on first, with relative ease, perks of being a pretty athletic kid, he'd say! V-mon was next, and it hopped right up into it's partner's open arms.

Before they were getting ready to take off, Daisuke pulled his goggles off and placed them right on V-mon, pulling them over its eyes. "I really should carry two pairs in situations like this, huh?"

"Oh, by the way, does the inn have a playstation or food service?"

"Eur.. ope? Huh? What the heck is that?" although obviously a bit caught off guard by the boy's sudden volume, Lloyd managed to pull his hands away from his ears just in time to hear the other's question; which was starting to make him believe that his previous thought.. could have been right. "H--hang on, Aselia isn't a country, it's the name of the planet! If you don't know that, then.."

"N-no way.. are you seriously from--" but-- that had to be wrong! Someone else from Spirale ending up here, even if it wasn't their original world? Wasn't everyone supposed to go home once the city was done with them? But Daisuke didn't know anything about this place-- from the name of the planet, the layout of the land, or the language.. how was something like this even possible?! "Kid, what's the last thing you remember? You said you just 'ended up here', but how? Where did you come from?"

But before Lloyd would even get a chance to have his questions answered, the boy leaned over and whispered something to his dog-- and in the next instance..

He was suddenly way smaller! And talking?!

"-- wh-whoa! What the--!?" almost fumbling backwards onto his behind, Lloyd caught himself just before he slipped in the snow; taken off guard by the tinier, less cool version of the creature before him (but hey, he was cuter now!).

"How did you--?!" what kind of dog was this thing? Not even Noishe could do something like that! Shaking his head however, Lloyd decided to motion for the pair to walk with him to his Rheiard, already feeling pretty overwhelmed from all the revelations going on in his head. "Look, nevermind-- let's just get the two of you out of here before you get sick. I think.. we've got a couple things to talk about once we get to the inn."

Including how his dog could do that. Lloyd was definitely not letting that one go.

[agenderart]

♪ [INTRODUCTION] ♪

-[Name]: Val / Valentino

-[date of birth]: 11/12 (DD/MM)

-[Gender]: Libramasc (AFAB)

-[Sexuality]: Bisexual Aromantic Aegosexual!

-[Pronouns]: He/him !!

-[nationality]: Vietnam

-[Personality type]: INFP (Fi-Ne-Si-Te)

-[Enneagram]: 4w5 / the individualist + investigator

-[Tritype]: 4-6-9 / the seeker

-[Likes]: Mushrooms-related foods, getting stuck in my own fantasy world because yes, huggies

-[Hate]: loud noises, injustice, being judged, bullying and manipulative people.

-[Hobby]: Drawing and roleplaying!

-[Disorders I’m suspecting I have (Cannot get diagnosed in this country istg)]: Depression, Dp/dr, DPD, inattentive ADHD, APD (Auditory processing disorder), body dysmorphia and C-PTSD

- [Physical disability I have]: Half-blind

-[Goal]: to become a 2d animator,have a room in a apartment, work in a cafe as a part-time job!

-[Fandoms]: FNaF (main), Danganronpa, Mouthwashing, Project:Eden’s garden , and many more!

-[Favorite characters]: William Afton (FNaF), Nagito Komaeda (Danganronpa), Mark Berskii + Kai Monteago (Project: Eden’s garden), Anya + Daisuke (Mouthwashing)

-[Note]: I might not post very often ueee

☀︎ [That’s all! Goodbye everyone!] ☀︎

[daisuske]

hey guys, happy holidays!!! i'm not dead, ive just been brainrotting about my oc conrad so ive been over at @gheistd <3 he's my oldest oc and i finally gave him his own blog because thats what he deserves. i'll be back soon !!

[miraclescrest]

@ofmartritz

"(This is not like you, Daisuke, I don't like it. Where's that unwavering grin?)" Out popped Chibimon from his partner's jacket collar. Who, speaking of which, was slumped all defeated like at a secluded picnic table. While it may not have been a strange place for a child to be, his demeanor didn't fit the setting.

Dragging his head up, he tried to send another email from his PDA, but it would just go back to sender after a few moments...

"This usually woooorks..." He ignored his Digimon's pleas for now, he couldn't respond when he couldn't even gain control of the situation, "What if they need me and I'm just...Well, I'm not there!"

"(I wish I could do something for you...Maybe we just need to find a computer, and route back to the digital world?)" It was better than nothing.

"Great idea! Just one problem."

"(What's that?)"

"Where am I going to get a computer?"

"(Right...)"

[miraclescrest]

These two were...More energetic than V-mon. Or V-mon was just old. (it was probably that.) So, while the two of them now bicker back and forth, the draconic digimon decided maybe it was just best to plop down while the two of them did whatever it was they're doing.

"You're worried about what he ate?! You should be worried about what I'm not eating!!" Daisuke matched Eiden's volume, and raised his arms to further exaggerate how upset he was.

"No chocolate. Hope your rooster enjoyed that fried chicken sandwich. What a monster." He was REALLY looking forward to that sandwich too...

"I should turn him into a sandwich."

" Oh did he now---hey don't call him stupid!!! "

Eiden gasps.

" Wait it's not something toxic for birds is it?! Chips! Hey! "

He gets on his knee spreading arms to welcome the furiously running bird - only for it to try to slip from below. Good thing Eiden's reflexes are sharp enough to catch him.

" Ugh. Chips... Everything all cock-a-doodle-doo still? " he fusses before turning to Daisuke, " what did it eat? Not chocolate or anything right?! "

[moomine]

backwash III | daisuke

author's note: thank you to literally everyone who’s reading this! you guys are so so sweet and i love you all <3 if you want to be part of a taglist for future updates feel free to reply or dm me!! (cover image credit)

summary: (daisuke x f!reader) Sleep is increasingly hard to find on the Tulpar. At night the reader spends her time in the cockpit, thinking about home. When she feels the whim to sleep, she ventures back to the sleeping quarters, only to bump into Daisuke. Instead, she joins him for a midnight snack and some conversation in the lounge.

word count: 2,372

warnings: no trigger warnings! all characters are 18+

now playing: Dave Bixby - "Morning Sun"

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EMPLOYEE STATEMENT 034—

There was this movie I watched once when I was a kid, about a little girl who falls from the sky. Although I can’t remember the title of it now. I do remember that she was a part of another world, a part of something bigger. She was important. I don’t think you have us write these to talk about movies, do you? I’m sure you’d rather hear about the operations on board, or the technical difficulties, or if there’s been any damage to the cargo. You know, the “important stuff”.  Everything is running smoothly so far. Is that good?

I want to be a part of something bigger one day. Hopefully this experience will help me. I’m grateful to have this opportunity.

DAY THIRTY-THREE—

Pony Express allowed a maximum of five hours of sleep to their employees on haul. During those five hours, the Tulpar was shadowed by a veil of utter stillness. A silence not too dissimilar to that of a library, or that painful pause in awkward conversation. It was too quiet, which led you to stare at the ceiling until the fatigue of work or boredom got the better of you. Even when you could fall asleep, it was far from restful. Over the past month you had gotten the worst sleep of your entire life thus far. Worse than when you lived in those co-ed dorms with unruly neighbors and argumentative hallways. Worse than those nights thunder cracked down from the darkened sky and you clutched stuffed animals in your chubby, child hands. After a certain point, you had given up on finding sleep at all.

The computer screens within the cockpit would beep on occasion, the sound barely audible over the soft plucking of guitar strings in your headphones. The coords of some old folk song filled your ears instead. You sat in the captain's chair, curling in on yourself with your knees to your chest and arms around your person. Your head snuggled into the dip in your legs, cheek pressed your knee cap as you stared at the sea of glowing green.

Curly had given you permission not too long ago to sit in the cockpit at night. Within the first month of your apprenticeship, you had grown on him quite a bit. The captain had always been a kindhearted person. He was a people pleaser to his core, a man simply happy to help. Curly saw a lot of himself in you, and he knew what it was like to feel, well, restless.

“As long as you promise not to touch anything,” he had said, prefacing his next words with a comforting smile, “you have my permission to use your clearance to the cockpit at night. But if word gets to the higher ups, they’ll have my head, understood? We wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

Normally, you tried to pay attention to how long you had been sitting there, keeping track of each song that played to count the minutes as they passed, but tonight you hadn’t. With a sigh, you reluctantly stood from Curly’s chair, deciding to give sleep another try. You slipped your Walkman into the pocket of your pajama pants and left the cockpit. Each step you took was quiet, almost imperceivable, as you walked down the hall toward the sleeping quarters. You didn’t want to disturb the others, although you had a feeling nobody else was sleeping all that well either. The rusted, trusty pipes groaned as you passed, their settling moans somehow bypassing the volume of your music. It made you feel uneasy. You reached into your pocket and turned the music up a bit in an attempt to drown out the sound. 

Rounding the corner, you finally reached the door to the sleeping quarters. Just as you reached for the door handle, it slid open seemingly on its own, causing you to flinch. Standing there—holding a flashlight in one hand and with the other placed against his chest—was Daisuke, looking far more caught off guard than you felt. You winced as he shined the light directly into your eyes.

“Holy shit, dude,” he breathed, voice dropped to a raspy whisper. “You straight up scared the hell out of me. What are you doing walking around in the dark?” Daisuke adjusted his aim and shot the beam at the ceiling instead, creating enough light for the two of you to see each other a little better.

With a soft laugh, you pulled your headphones from your ears, allowing them to hang around the back of your neck. “I’m sorry. Couldn’t sleep.”

“You too?” Daisuke questioned.

“I’m surprised anyone can sleep on this thing,” you whispered. “Where are you going?”

His eyes dropped in embarrassment as he used his free hand to rub nervous circles against the side of his neck. “I’m… I’m grabbing a snack from the lounge. You wanna come?”

“Yeah, if you want me to.” You didn’t hesitate. Anything sounded better than tossing and turning. You stepped to the side, permitting him enough space to walk out of the doorway then alongside you.

Daisuke breathed a chuckle at your response. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want you to.”

“Then I guess I’m coming,” you said in a hushed, playful tone.

Daisuke looked at you with a smile and nodded, shining his flashlight down the hall as the two of you began to walk in silence. In the quiet of the hall, the door to the lounge seemed to open with a deafening wheeze. Deep, royal blue illuminated the large room. The night-time window screen displayed a starry sky with wisp-like clouds, bathing the room with an otherworldly glow. It reminded you of going to the aquarium as a kid, surrounded by water and the smell of saltwater. You half expected to look up and see sharks and fish swimming overhead, but you knew all there would be was a dull, blank ceiling and slumbering lights.

Daisuke stuck his head through the doorway, peeking to see if anyone was already inside. When he determined that the coast was clear—although it wouldn’t have mattered anyway considering the noise of the door, he motioned for you to follow him inside.

“Hell yeah! The place is ours,” Daisuke celebrated, speaking louder once the door closed behind you two. He walked toward the vending machines with long, intentional strides. You tread on his heels, gaze fixed on him in amusement as he looked over the different options. 

You pulled your Walkman from your pocket, then leaned against the bar, palms pressed to the countertop as you pushed yourself up, and took a seat on the cool, brown laminate. “Is there normally someone else here?”

“Hmm?” He barely heard you, too fixated on what he was going to eat. As he processed what you had said, the words loading behind his eyes in a turning spiral, he ordered a pack of freeze-dried fruit and tore into the package. “Oh, nah. Not usually. I mean, I’ve seen Anya in here once or twice, but she’s always coming from medical bay. Getting coffee for those late nights, I guess.”

“She works too much,” you noted. “I wish she wouldn’t push herself like that.”

“You two seem close.” Daisuke approached, leaning against the counter beside you.

“Yeah. You could say that.” A tender smile graced your lips at the thought of you and Anya being close.

There was a pause, a brief lull in the otherwise newborn conversation. A series of crunches sounded from your right where Daisuke stood as he popped piece after piece into his mouth. You glanced over at him, the tenderness of your smile warping into something more entertained. He glanced over at you in turn, his mouth full of apple as he mustered a lopsided smile.

“Hey, it’s your Walkman,” he exclaimed after a swallow, pointing at the dated tech in your lap. “Whatcha listening to?”

“Oh,” you peeped with a suddenly flustered look on your face. “It’s a mix my mom made for me. Just a bunch of old folk stuff she used to play for me when I was little.”

“Can I listen?” he asked, shoving another piece of fruit in his mouth.

“S-Sure, yeah.” You unplugged your headphones and played the tape. It crackled, the old speaker not what it used to be. Or what it ever was, truthfully.

Maybe the quality of the sound would have bothered somebody else, but not Daisuke. As your small corner of the lounge filled with the sound of guitar—the stories of rural towns, first loves, and early mornings, Daisuke set his snack on the counter and listened intently. It was far from what he’d normally like, but something about listening to it here, with you made it sound perfect.

“It’s funny, actually. I never used to like this stuff back on Earth, but lately this is the only one I want to listen to,” you said over the music.

“You must really miss her.” Daisuke inched closer, standing less than a foot away from you as he leaned against the counter. His gaze flickered up to your face, quietly admiring the curves and arches of your profile. Under the blue light of the night time window screen, any blemish or imperfection on your face seemed to vanish. Not that he had ever noticed any imperfections on you. Matter of fact, for some reason, he couldn’t imagine seeing any part of you as imperfect. Even if he tried. There was a somber look in your expression as he spoke, one that made his stomach twist in knots.

“So much. I didn’t think it would be this hard being away from home.” Your voice was just above a whisper now. You felt your eyes begin to burn, the familiar sensation of tears welling in the corners as you tried to suppress the ebbing flow. With the shake of your head, you let out a quick laugh, feeling the tension gradually lifted from your shoulders. “What kind of music do you like?”

Daisuke didn’t blink or care about the change in discussion. He didn’t care about what the two of you talked about, and he wasn’t going to pry either. He knew that you would open when you felt comfortable enough to do so, and he was happy to wait however long that would take.

“A bit of everything, I guess. It kinda pisses me off when people say that and, like, they don’t actually mean it.” He slid his snack off of the bar and extended it to you, shaking it as the pieces inside rattled against each other. “I have a pretty impressive vinyl collection back home. Got everything from Etta James to Duster. You should see it sometime.”

Weakly, you smiled and took a piece of the fruit from the package. “Maybe when all of this is said and done. After the haul?”

“I’d love that,” Daisuke responded quickly, eyes trailing over your face. After another moment of silence, a brief break in conversation, he shifted on his heels and looked away. “So, you uh… you got anyone waiting for you back home? Y’know, like friends? A boyfriend? Or uh, a girlfriend? If you, like, swing that way or whatever. Which would be totally cool, obviously. I’ve got a bunch of gay friends-”

“Daisuke,” you said with a hint of that ever familiar amusement in your voice. “Relax, okay?”

He looked back at you and nodded. “Right, yeah… So, do you?”

“Friends? Yeah, a bunch. I miss them too. But a partner, not so much…” You felt your cheeks light up, a soft pink flush dusting the peaks of your cheekbones and the ridge of your nose.

“Hey, that’s cool,” he responded, bumping shoulders with you and trying not to sound too happy about your response. “Me neither. I mean, like I said, I’ve got loads of friends. Just not the whole girlfriend boyfriend thing.”

“Look at us,” you mused. “One in the same.”

“Yup, one in the same.” Daisuke glanced back at you hopefully, then looked away. He downed the rest of his dried fruit and crumpled up the package, tossing it in the direction of a nearby trashcan and missing by a couple feet. He winced, feeling a tinge of embarrassment as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“You gonna go get that?” you asked jokingly, pushed yourself from the countertop, and landed on your feet, securely tucking your Walkman back into your pocket as the music stopped.

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes and walked toward the trash before picking it up and disposing of it properly. “It’s on the way out anyway. In fact, I meant to do that.”

You trailed after him, following close behind as the two of you approached the exit to the lounge. “Totally,” you teased, smiling up at him.

Yet again, the door slid open with that deafening screech as Daisuke and you left the lounge. Together, you walked back to the sleeping quarters. At the door, Daisuke turned to you and stopped. His brown eyes trailed over your features once more in the darkness, illuminated only by the light of the flashlight in his hands. Even in the blackness of the hallway, his smile was bright. His gap-toothed grin seemed almost bright enough to flood the entire hallway with light.

“Thanks for coming with me,” he spoke quietly.

“Thank you for inviting me,” you responded.

Daisuke opened his mouth as if to speak, but the words he wanted to say seemed caught in his throat. Instead, he just nodded and displayed that same smile. Your brows furrowed questioningly, an expression that made his heart skip a bit. Before you could say anything, he opened the door to the sleeping quarters and ushered you inside.

“Goodnight, [Name]. See ya in the morning.” He bit his lip, walking backward toward his room and nearly stumbling when he reached the door.

“Sweet dreams, Daisuke.” 

With that, you slipped into your room with a strange feeling in your chest. A tightness you hadn’t felt since high school, since hallway crushes and etching names into wooden picnic tables. An ache at the loss of his presence. How strange.

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Blog + writing rules

Byf + DNI:

☀︎ I don't personally write dark content or nsfw (though I might eventually), but I will likely be interacting with and reblogging those kinds of posts every now and then, so please keep that in mind if it makes you uncomfortable.

☀︎ Blank blogs don't follow (will be blocked immediately because I’ll assume you're a bot)

Writing rules:

☀︎ You can ask for either headcanons, fics or drabbles. I'm trying to get better with dialogue, so fic requests are appreciated!

☀︎ I don’t mind requests about more serious topics such as mental illness and more, but I might have to do more research if it’s something I haven't personally experienced which might result in it taking longer to be written and uploaded.

☀︎ Don't copy paste requests and send them to multiple writers and then me or vice versa. I find it to be disrespectful to those who put in the time and effort to write so if you ask me or others for something please just be patient ^^

☀︎ If you're going to request something, please be patient with getting a response. Don't spam a request. Sending it a second time or asking to confirm I got it is alright though!

☀︎ I have no specific limit for characters you can request at a time, but it'll probably take longer if you request a lot so please keep that in mind :)

☀︎ I won't write:

-NSFW

-Cheating

-Emergency requests (I might not be able to write it super quickly since I prefer taking my time with writing)

Fandoms I’ll take requests for:

☀︎ Haikyuu (I stopped watching the anime halfway through season 4, haven’t read the manga)

☀︎ Twisted Wonderland

☀︎ Tokyo Revengers

☀︎ Mystic Messenger

☀︎ Obey Me

☀︎ Gokurakugai

☀︎ Blue Lock

☀︎ Mouthwashing (Daisuke and Anya only)

☀︎ I don't want to make a set list of characters I’ll write for so just ask if you're not sure ^^ However, there are some characters I won’t take requests for (I may change my mind in the future):

-Twisted Wonderland: Sebek, Azul, Jade

-Tokyo Revengers: Taiju, Madarame Shion, South, Ran, Rindou

-Mystic Messenger: V

-Obey Me: Raphael, Barbatos

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Who should be the next Legend to be doodled?

☀ Taichi

⚔ Takato

👊 Masaru

→ "Where's Daisuke??" Well, he was one of the first i made... Back in 2011~2012. softly redesigned a month ago.

[miraclescrest]

Well, what they lacked for in speed compared to Daisuke, they definitely made up for in their swing and follow through. Because as Daisuke looked back to see what made them call out, he got hit square in the face with it.

Unfortunately, Daisuke wasn't quite expecting to get hit in the face with anything, so this caused him to lose his footing and fall down, hitting the ground along with his wallet.

"Oww..." He could feel tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, though he quickly wiped those away.

"Waaah!! Daisuke, are you okay?!?" Chibimon popped out of his jacket, and hopped around it's partner.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Just a bruised ego, "What was that all about!!?" The child called back as he sat up and rubbed the spot where he was lobbed with a wallet. That surely was going to bruise..

("Ah jeez...")

Maybe if they had the sport leg on them, they'd be able to catch up to him. But the kid was fast anyway... that was unlikely. Maybe they could throw it...? It's only a wallet, hopefully there isn't anything breakable in it.

"Head's up!"

It's hard sprinting on a leg and a half, but thankfully, Anda has a lot of arm strength! So they rear back their arm, and--hurl it in the kid's direction!