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{Digimon Adventure}/{02}/{tri.}/{Pre Epilogue-verses} {Index} IzzyIzumi / KoushirouIzumi’s Fanfics for Koushiro Izumi, Taichi Yagami, & Koushiro x Taichi {KouTai}/{Taishiro}/{Etc. (+Friend)Ship[s]}

I know there’s been a lot of Digimon Adventure-relevant fandom/fan-events going on lately. I usually can’t participate in events for varying reasons, but I’m glad to share my past works in the form of this index. ALL were created out of Positivity and respect for this series. Please feel free to reblog anything relevant if you have a fan-event going on and I've made a relevant work, as long as you follow my general Interaction rules! (Looking over my F.A.Q first would be beneficial to you too!!)

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Title: REPEAT?_ Ship{s}: KouTai {Koushiro x Taichi} (Main Focus) YamaSora {Yamato x Sora} is implied for a few very fleeting, brief moments {along with a single ambiguous timeline one-shot} Summary: Taichi wasn't sure what he was expecting. …He just knew it wasn't… this…

(Please see inside for all Notes!)

Title: The Past World Rating: PG Notes: Implications about self-loathing (both Taichi & Koushiro) & Koushiro's previous self-depreciation {Novels-implied} in general - Royalty!A.U.; however things may not be as they appear... + Dark!Chosen Children A.U. appears in some parts (mainly in flash-back form, until...). Characters: Taichi, Koushiro, Adventure Chosen team, 02 Chosen Ship{s}: (Same as "Infalliable" listed below can be read in) + KouTai {Koushiro x Taichi} focus. Ken x Miyako has a scene where they're both present, but not completely in a relationship yet; as friendly. Yamato x Sora is implied for a few very fleeting, brief moments Ken x Daisuke is implied for a total of one (flash-back) A.U. scene, but will come to have a heavy presence in future sequels to this A.U.

"-- About that, you'd be better off asking your new advisor," "H-huh?--" When suddenly -- -- as if out of nowhere -- -- from a short distance -- a shy gaze peers up at him

… pure black eyes.

Title: Possession Rating: PG-13 / R (Violence implied) Notes: Epilogue era / Taichi and Koushiro are adults, 30-35+ - can be conidered a spin-off timeline / part of REPEAT?_ - partly based on general head-canons, partly based on my old as heck Digi-O.C. fic and the head-canons I / Young me had for its own future / epilogue era - Leans more post-02, {no Tri} canon compliant overall (thus many things happen differently between these two things) - (still) partly based on new ideas gained from Tri - KouTai + Government Corruption A.U.??? + Ambassador!Taichi (Koushiro hasn't quite reached the "Digital World" Researcher position Yet) Summary:

"We’re… being targeted," "but not just by---"

"One, a certain one, among them" "had the power to open the gate" "–and immediately close it again" Title: Ten Rating: PG-13 Characters: Koushiro Izumi & Daisuke Motomiya {Friendship} Ship{s} KouTai {Koushiro x Taichi} heavily Implied Summary:

“…Can you turn around and— - it’s April 2004. (..Or is it April 2003? Spring 2003?) - at the end of Spring 2003, something else astonishing occurred: Daisuke’s sister Jun, the Inoue sisters, & Shuu Kido all became Chosen at once. - an incident, (occured, and then) —

“I’ll help, so we, you, can get out of here !!—”

“They {Won’t come}”

…TAICHI-SENPAI’s GOGGLES ( … Are probably absolutely unfitting for Koushiro Izumi, but…. ) Title: Candles Rating: r18 Implied ? (Pre?-Fade-to-Black) or Mature / technically Work-safe Notes: some Specific Headcanons are heavily implied technically part of REPEAT?_Verse, ( ficverse version here ); - it can be read as a standalone fic - it can be read as an AU and/or spinoff of the main REPEATVerse; - or as its own standalone AU/spinoff Verses: Post-Advs (can also be post-Tri/Kizuna); pre-Epilogue [+Kids]; Taichi has graduated a while ago by now. Taichi has been involved with his Ambassador career for a while, but it’s still getting off the ground too. (And it’s . Stressful) +Taichi and Koushiro are heavily implied to be living together already here. Summary: Taichi is having ... a hard time. Featured Head-canon: Jewish!Taichi (+Koushiro) Implied

Title: Dreams Rating: r18 Implied ? (Pre?-Fade-to-Black) {It's a bit Ambiguous. You Might Get An Idea} Summary:

Sometimes, Koushiro dreams. (Of Brown hair, Brown eyes.)

This can serve as a prequel spinoff to my other Koushiro-centric series, "REPEAT?"_-verse or be read as a standalone.

Title: (Dirty) Computer Summary:

"Do you like computers?" Tentomon had asked Koushiro, once.

“You just like working with machines more THAN PEOPLE, don’t you?!” … But why does it MATTER if Koushiro – DID —

A character study and analysis on Koushiro Izumi's Canon personality, (with a touch of heavily implied headcanons), with brief references to Koushiro's notable relationships, Family, and those Interests. "It's OK for you to be obsessed with computers!" - Mr. Masami Izumi, Adventure Episode #38 (There are some light references to the novel's given backstory details for Koushiro, including Koushiro's mindset there.)

Title: Koushiro Izumi Is Touched By Death Rating: PG Notes: Implications about Death & Grief (for passed loved ones), + the mourning/grieving process in general Characters: Koushiro Izumi & Daisuke Motomiya Ship{s}: (Implied) KouTai {Koushiro x Taichi} can be read into the background, but is not actively discussed / mentioned Summary:

In which Koushiro Izumi Is Traumatized, Has Always BEEN Traumatized, And Daisuke Motomiya {NOTICES}.

Takes place shortly before "the summer of" a somewhere between 2003~2005. (02 takes place in April~December 2002, Tri takes place in 2005 June~December.) {Tri knowledge is not required to read, but may be helpful to understand continuity.}

Title: Infalliable Rating: PG Notes: Implications about self-loathing & Koushiro's previous self-depreciation {Novels-implied} in general Characters: Koushiro Izumi & Daisuke Motomiya Ship{s}: (Implied) KouTai {Koushiro x Taichi} can be read into the background, but is not actively discussed / mentioned; Daisuke x (Girl)!O.C. ("Hikaru"); in background; (My O.C. does not appear much within the context of the fic, but the dialogue refers to an event she was involved in immediately previously, with a Koushiro-focus and Daisuke-relevant aftermath.) Daisuke x O.C. aren't "together" yet; it is developing relationship. Ken x Daisuke x O.C. may be Implied in spin-off fic{s}; Ken x Miyako may be implied in canon-compliant 'verses, with former Ken x Daisuke heavily implied / mutually requited-yet-unrequited (as purssuing a direct relationship) / hinted. Poly-ships may be included in any future spin-off, but none are referenced in this specific one (yet). Summary:

Daisuke stares moodily ahead. Koushiro does the same, except Daisuke genuinely doesn't know - cannot even tell - if Koushiro's doing it "moodily" or not, because Koushiro's blank staring is that unreadable. They sit, Daisuke next to Koushiro, for a few long, long moments. And then -- Koushiro... opens his mouth -- "I'm not infalliable." Daisuke's eyebrows furrow, even if he can't look at Koushiro in this exact moment --

"Unshakeable? Indestructible--" Daisuke's head hurts. "I admit there was a time when I thought, ..." "NO!! That's not true!!"

"When you asked me, 'What about YOU, Daisuke-kun' -- the one who gave me that push -- that was you."

A "missing scene" of Daisuke & Koushiro friendship from my other Adventures & 02 Chosen fic; "The Past World" You do not have to read that one to appreciate this "missing" moment, as its mainly friendship. There is a slight hint of Daisuke/Original ("Girl") Character OC, but its more lightly implied; (Epilogue semi-canon compliant) There are also background relationships like Taichi/Koushiro, the slightest hint of background Ken/Daisuke, others hinted.

Title: Words Rating: PG Notes: Implications about self-loathing & Koushiro's previous self-depreciation {Novels-implied} in general; with a focus on self-acceptance + Koushiro's heavy use of formal speech and communication in the J.P.N version is referenced frequently. Tri is referenced / implied-as-AUs or for semi-canon compliancy (light spoilers for Kokuhaku; but not majorly referenced; just a quote) {plus a gif of a small moment involving Taichi + Koushiro} [also one more small conversation moment between Taichi and Meiko] (a scene from the first episode of the 2020 Reboot is referenced) - it can be read as a standalone fic - it can be read as an AU and/or spinoff of the main REPEATVerse; - or as its own standalone AU/spinoff (i.e. this can be read on its own) Characters/Groups: Taichi & Koushiro; Koushiro Izumi & Tentomon; Koushiro Izumi & Mimi Tachikawa; Koushiro & Izumis Ship{s}: KouTai {Koushiro x Taichi} focus Summary:

– To be honest,

Taichi and Koushiro don’t need words.

( They have a lot more than Just )

( words )

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Moment Of Falling In Love by 안경호랑이

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Chapter 13: Mortal Reminder

Shuu Sakamaki x Sora Yasutake

* Please be warned about potential adult content, including violence, gore, foul language, abuse, sexual content, and mature themes. Due to the nature of this series, all chapters will be rated for mature content *

~ About Sora ~ Fanfiction Master List ~ First Chapter ~ Chapter 12 ► (more coming soon) ~ Special thank you to everyone who is reading my OC story. ♥ It means a lot to me and I really appreciate the support.

Shuu wasn't a fan of this bedroom. Aside from the obvious reason - that everything was pink or white and bright and the furniture was of horrible taste - it was also an empty and heartless place. This was the temporary home of all the brides that had been sent to them. Reiji was good at making sure it was spotless, and free of any evidence that it had been previously lived in, before a new bride arrived.

He didn't care about those girls, don't be mistaken. But, there was something unsettling about this room. Perhaps, it was the remnants of their existence that pecked at him when he was in here. He wasn't scared of ghosts, feeble spirits that thought they could cause torment. But, he didn't enjoy the unease of their lingering, like some of his brothers did.

It was, perhaps, the only thing their kind shared in common: dead vampires, too, on occasion, liked to linger. View things were more obnoxious than a ghost that believed its pitiful life was worthy enough to continue existing in the afterlife. Of course, none would dare disturb him.

When Shuu pushed the door and invited himself inside, he found the room to be what he expected: it smelt like the girl, was a little stuffy, but otherwise ordinary. She had unpacked more since the last time he was in here, and had somewhat rearranged a few things.

Her school uniform was washed and ironed, hung up by a hanger that was dangling out in the open, up on a hook near her dresser. She had left her science book open on her desk, on the page where she last been reading. Various notebooks were lined up on the desk, propped up between two makeshift book ends - likely some decorations she had snatched from the study on the other side of the mansion: they were hideous, clearly things that wouldn’t be missed and of Reiji’s poor taste. Her pajamas were laid out on the bed, atop the sheets, which was somewhat made. Her hairbrush was even sitting on the edge of her desk.

Shuu was a bit amused by it. Most of their sacrifices kept this room perfectly organized and clean, at least that he could recall. Then again, this girl wasn’t from the church, was she? A non-Christian, so to speak. That seemed to explain her tastes, then.

At a glance, he could see the spines of her notebooks propped up on the desk. They were colored ones: red, blue, purple, green, orange and pink. He didn't know if there existed any difference between those ones; however, Shuu did know that she was especially protective over the black one - because of course she would choose that color for such devious things.

The black one... which wasn't on the desk.

Had she hidden it? She would do something so stupid, wouldn't she? How annoying... He definitely didn't want to have to actually look for it. But, Shuu stepped further into the room, leaving the door open behind him without much care to getting caught. In fact, it would probably be amusing if she caught him in here. He could demand she supply him with what he wanted and mock her for it... maybe she would disobey him.

It didn't take his keen eyes long to find it. The black notebook was tucked into the small space between the bed frame and the wall. How silly. Was she honestly worried about someone finding it? Shuu leaned down and scooped it up with deft fingers and was out of the room, leaving the door open behind him.

He contemplated briefly on where to spend the remainder of his night. Outside was a thought, but he didn’t usually like to go out there unless he had recently fed, when his body was warmed and satiated. He was cold, somewhat; so, for now, he would stay inside.

Shuu settled for the library on the other side of the mansion. It was massive, with an upstairs and downstairs section. Reiji wasn't in there tonight, leaving the room quiet and not stinking to high hell. Shuu enjoyed the large window on the upper level. It was curved at the top and indented into the wall with a seating. It was the perfect size for him to lounge on and prop his feet on the end cushion, inevitably leaving behind an indent that Reiji would bitch about later.

Perfect.

"Should I have said no to Yuma...?” Sora thought to herself as she set the wet dishes on the drying rack. She pulled the plug to let the soapy water drain. As she dried her hands, she leaned her back against the counter and dwelled heavily on it all.

Yuma’s offer... if she could even call it that... had caught her off guard. Perhaps, however, her refusal was even more surprising. It wasn’t particularly frightening, but felt... wrong. To feel such a way over the thought of another vampire indulging in her... Had she truly grown attached to Shuu? Perhaps, that was just how vampires were. “Marked” and, now, she would only ever belong to Shuu. Was that real? Or was he saying that to make her feel bad?

“...tch.” Sora set the damp towel on the edge of the counter and walked away, leaving the dishes to dry on the rack and suds in the bottom of the sink. She wasn’t thinking about what Reiji would likely to say to her, but that she needed to lay down. She needed a distraction.

Upstairs, the door to Sora’s room was open, but she didn’t immediately consider that strange. She closed the door behind herself and immediately flopped on the bed, leaving her shoed feet dangling off the edge. With the door having been left open, it was a little colder in here than usual, but she didn’t immediately move to wrap herself up in the blankets.

“Would things really be different...?” she thought to herself. She had not once considered Yuma as a way out. She didn’t look to him with eyes that pleaded for help. Maybe because he was a vampire, too. Maybe because some part of her doubted he really could save her. This situation was... her burden.

Then again... Out of worry over her own situation, Sora had briefly forgotten about what Yuma had requested of her. He wanted her to help him remember-... Remember what it was he had forgotten about Shuu? The more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed. What could she possibly do that he couldn’t? She could outright ask Shuu - no... no... she definitely couldn’t do that.

Shuu and Yuma were both vampires, but there was something subtly different about Yuma. She couldn’t really explain it. Maybe it wasn’t really there at all, and she was just imaging things. Maybe it was just the way he carried himself that gave her this impression. But, whatever it was...

“It’s like something out of a-...” Sora mumbled to herself, finishing her sentence mentally. Novel. It was like something out of a novel. Her situation? Sure, it was like a poetic horror, in a way, but... More so, whatever past and secrets were hidden between the two vampires, now that was thought provoking. With that, Sora’s thoughts drifted and she became lost in a daydream.

After some pondering, she rolled over and reached for the edge of the bed. Her fingers touched nothing but the bed frame and she froze up. She rolled over again, this time to look at the gap. Sure enough, it wasn’t there. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. It hadn’t slipped out and fallen. No, it was gone.

“What-...?” Sora began pacing the room, wondering if she had left it somewhere else. It wasn’t on the shelf or in her backpack, though it hadn’t left this room in a few days. She was usually good about keeping track of her things-... Oh. “The door was open... He wouldn’t-...!” She left the room frantically, leaving the door open behind her.

When he opened the notebook to the first page, it was labeled “chapter 8″. Part of him was disappointed for a second. Perhaps, it would have been more interesting if it was that woman’s journal? She was a little more private than their previous sacrifices. Her emotions weren’t always as readable as the girls from the church. Though, that sometimes made her a little more boring.

Then again... reading about her complaining about her pathetic life didn’t sound interesting when he thought about it. What he expected was for this book to be wicked, to hold desires that she kept to herself. Why else would she be so secretive about it? Chapter 8... ah well, as if the rest of it mattered much at all, anyway.

As he began, it didn’t take excellent perception skills to pick up on what kind of story the woman was telling. Suzaku... a young maiden, perhaps a princess, though it wasn’t explicitly stated, quite implied, longed to be with the warrior promised to protect her. She didn’t want to fulfill the duties bestowed upon her: a royal marriage arrangement, essentially, to a stranger. She wanted the man sworn to protect her.

Tch. How typical. It was exactly the kind of material he expected from that woman: a very predictable female fantasy. Yet, one thing did come as unexpected: the perspective. It would have made sense to tell the story through the eyes of Suzaku. But, it wasn’t. It was told through the eyes of her protector.

This chapter began with a battle, one man versus five others, and every little detail of how he defeated them against all odds... and ended in a sort of internal monologue, in which he longed for the girl just the same as she did for him. After that, it skipped to chapter 10, but Shuu wasn’t really thinking about the gaps, just kept reading, occasionally grimacing at the woman’s horrendous hand writing.

Another violent chapter, and it lead Shuu to wonder what kind of woman wrote about such things. This one was less cinematic, but somehow more dramatic. Perhaps she was more masochistic than he originally perceived... or an idiot: an idiot who thought she knew what she was talking about... a typical human with aspirations beyond their understanding.

He was close to the end of chapter ten... but then her loud footsteps interrupted him. He knew it was her before she even got close to the doorway. None of his brothers’ hearts beat that loudly, and none of them carried a heavy scent like that. He looked up even before she crossed the threshold.

“Sh-...! Shuu...” she panted from the doorway, cutting off what was going to be a shout, most likely. Was she actually going to yell at him? How interesting...

She looked a little winded, and Shuu couldn’t hold back a very slight, amused grin at the sight of her. Had she really been that anxious to find him? Shuu didn’t immediately move from where he lounged, curious to see what exactly she was going to do.

“Shuu,” she stated again as she began approaching him. “Shuu, why-... Please don’t take my things. That’s private.” Her tone wasn’t very firm, unsurprisingly. She sounded somewhat pleading, maybe even a little demanding. It was clear to him she was trying to restrain herself. Her eyes were desperate, but also determined.

“That’s cheeky of you: telling me what to do,” Shuu replied, calmly. He maneuvered a bit so that he was leaning up a little more, but still lounging. This leveled their heights somewhat, but she still remained taller as she stood beside him. Even so, she still looked meek.

“Well, it’s cheeky of you to take my things,” Sora replied, a bit uneasily, as if she was testing the waters with her response. Yet, it looked like the words spilled from her lips without much thought. “You are my thing,” Shuu replied without an ounce of hesitation. As soon as those words left his mouth, he could see her expression weaken. “As such, your things are also my things.”

Shuu wasn’t smirking this time. He was dead serious, and he knew she could see that. “I get that I’m your prey, but-” she began. “Do you get that?” he interrupted, speaking over her words. She was silent for a moment, staring at him with doubt riddling those brown eyes. “Shuu...” she spoke his name, a sound somewhat exasperated, maybe even a little sad. Or was she... annoyed with him? How amusing.

“I still deserve some respect. Please-” she gritted out. “-leave my writing alone.” That definitely wasn’t the most pitiful and pathetic please he had ever heard; but, it was most certainly the fakest. Was that supposed to be polite? Was he supposed to believe that she was attempting some humility? Shuu could see it in her red cheeks and glaring eyes, could hear it in her thundering heartbeat... She was mad at him.

He wanted to taste it.

Sora reached for the notebook, as if to gingerly take it from him. She wasn’t attempting to be quick, as if to swipe it from him. She moved steadily, almost like she was asking him permission to take it back. For a moment, Shuu acted as if he was going to let her. From where he held the notebook, it forced Sora to lean over him ever so slightly. Just as soon as her fingers grazed the paper, Shuu dropped the notebook on the bench beside him and used that hand to grab her arm.

She winced at the sudden contact, all her muscles tightening in response to it. For a second, Shuu stared at her face, finally catching the glimpses of fear in her brown eyes. “I don’t like stupid prey...”

Sora cried out as he tore her away from where she stood and dragged her onto the bench, twisting her body around until her back hit the bench and she was pinned beneath him. He pressed one of his legs in between hers as he laid his body over her, one hand to balance himself above her and the other sliding around to the back of her neck, gripping hair and skin as he firmly held her in place.

Her notebook was open beneath them, more specifically trapped under Sora’s body, open on the page where Shuu had left off. How strange... to think that she would consider that worthy of challenging him. Maybe she was unaware that that’s what this was...

“Sh - agh! That hurts!” she cried, wiggling pathetically beneath him. Her hands found purchase on his forearms, squeezing so tightly that her nails dug through his shirt into his skin. She didn’t bother trying to push him off. She seemed to know better than to try that. She was staring up at him with an expression that amused him immensely.

She was a little frightened, sure. It was the kind of fear he had grown accustomed to seeing in those eyes. But, more so, she looked angry. Her jaw was tight, teeth grimacing like she was about to snarl at him. He dug his nails into her skin where he held the back of her neck, mostly to get a reaction. She hissed, squeezing her eyes shut, and unconsciously tilted her head back, as if to lessen the pain.

Her throat never had looked so appetizing.

“You’re nothing but food,” he began, chilled breaths touching her skin. Sora’s eyes remained closed, but her brow trembled slightly as he spoke. “I’ll take what I want from you... your blood... your body... insignificant things...” His tongue tasted her throat before his fangs did, a quick lap at her pulse to make it tremble harder. She flinched once, then again when his fangs met her veins. She tried to mask that sound, a whimper unlike anything he had heard from her before.

Oh...

It was only when he paused that Shuu realized how rough he had been. Had he really been that careless? Or was he more parched than he realized? Blood had gushed from the wound, running down her neck and staining the once pale white pages of her notebook. He could feel how soaked his lower lip was, and even saw a droplet fall from his chin and land on the pages.

Had she noticed? Must have. Her eyes were glistening with tears that had yet to break the surface and fall. “Tch. To cry over something so stupid...” Sora turned her head away, and it was only then that Shuu realized that his grip on her had gone slack. Her eyes were open for a moment before she squeezed them shut. Her tears glistened a trail down her cheeks and joined the blood that stained her notebook.

“Mindless things... mean nothing to me. So long... as your blood is only mine...” Shuu’s fangs found a fresh new place to pierce on the other side of her neck. She flinched silently when those fangs penetrated her skin. She was silent as he took his time savoring her, but he could feel her trembling against him, until she faded from consciousness.

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Digimon Adventures ~ Japanese version featuring DUO/SHIP: Yamato Ishida (Yamato “Matt” Ishida in US) x Sora Takenouchi {SORATO} ~  MOMENTS & INTERACTIONS + IMPORTANT DIALOGUES / QUOTES + SMALL MOMENTS

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OPs commentary: Every time someone in this fandom tries to tell me Sorato “never interacted” or “never had moments where they talked to/supported each other” I’m going to show them this compilation and tell them “Please recognize the US dub was drastically altered from the original (+heavily Americanized in general) and just because you try to claim that incessantly, it doesn’t mean these moments and interactions weren’t there.”

BONUS:

{Jou may have been here [and equally important!] in this scene too but Yamato’s presence specifically was significant for Sora as well.}

{Gomamon grabs specifically Yamato’s doll; Sora immediately throws it without hesitation, fully and completely / intentionally near-sacrificing HER OWN LIFE to save everyone which, yes, includes Yamato himself.}

{Taichi is the one asking if it’s “homemade”. In Japan, it is often considered significant if someone makes homemade sweets/food for their crush/partner, usually because more emphasis overall is placed on homemade food given as gifts to romantic partners, for “confessions”, etc. For example, on Valentines Day in Japan, girls may give “obligation chocolates” to boys they’re on more casual or friendly terms with as a customary gift, and “honmei choco” [‘True Feelings’ chocolate] to romantic partners. Such would often given to husbands, boyfriends, and desired partners. Honmei chocolate is usually higher-quality and more expensive than giri choco (the "obligation chocolate"), which is given to male coworkers and other men the woman has no romantic attachment to.} [^some information via Wikipedia articles ‘giri choco’ and ‘honmei choco’] and though the above scene isn’t referencing Valentines Day, the significance of giving homemade food/sweets is still important, because {Note: the above regarding Valentines’ is also still relevant to them in a certain drama CD [that takes place on Valentines] referenced below.}

regarding Christmas in Japan: Encouraged by commerce, the “secular” (not-religious) celebration of Christmas is popular in Japan, though Christmas is not a national holiday. Gifts are sometimes exchanged. Christmas parties are held around Christmas Day; Christmas Eve {December 24} has become a holiday for couples to spend time together and exchange gifts. - via Wiki article “Observance of Christmas by country” {under ‘Japan’} [the above scene and below one happens on December 24th.]

{Jun Motomiya [who had been crushing on Yamato]-vision (her physical vision as she was there at the concert reacting immediately after this) complete with lighthearted music and “sparkly” sound effect in the Japanese version.} [The resulting effect is also Jun giving up on Yamato.] {not long after this Jun immediately becomes interested in Shuu Kido, Jou’s oldest brother of the two Kido brothers.}

{Physical contact / arms around the shoulder.}

{if it wasn’t obvious here he was very clearly asking Sora to come see his concert.}

{She then frets anxiously about trying to attend what she’s invited to.}

{Sora very casually speaking for Yamato. Mimi jokingly [not seriously] calls him “tsundere” in turn.} [Note: I’m aware this scene contains other characters. It’s still relevant for Sora & Yamato’s relationship too. Also, it’d be nice if you could consider the rest of this entire post too.]

{Sora is the first to stand up in response to Yamato’s firm words.}

{the full scene is a bit too long and plot-spoilery to include here so I’ll probably make a separate post for it soon, but it’s right after Yamato & Sora talk and also attempt on both ends to provide comfort to each other in the final Tri movie “Bokura no Mirai” / “Our Future”.}

{Yamato is the one to mention Sora and bring up her career goals.} (Kizuna)

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Mini-FAQ & clarifications (for this post):

Why did you make this compilation?

a) Because I am tired of various others in this fandom [+usually they are White and/or American/U.K./Western fans] (completely seriously!) trying to tell me these two “never interacted” when I can point out pretty much any and every instance (small or significant) where they have, in fact, interacted. I also have the entire Japanese version of Adventures on hand, which certainly helps in making such a compilation and pointing out these things. b) because those issues aside, it can be a genuinely useful reference for both myself, my mutuals (if they ship these two or not), and anyone else who could use it when trying to reference canonical lines and interactions. But in all honesty I really just made this for me. Because I like to use such posts as references. c) Because I wanted to. d) There were various other scattered meta / analysis posts from over the years that pointed out many of these scenes and lines and their contexts in the original version much better than I can describe on my own (despite making a slight attempt here), but these moments can still often be overlooked a lot, {especially by Western fans} so I decided to collect everything I was able to (+fit) into a reference post. This post only covers the Adventures anime. They’ve also had blatant references to them “dating” in the {yes, canonical} drama CD Michi e no Armor Shinka / Armor Evolution to the Unknown, where Yamato quite literally yells “SORA I LOVE YOU” during a battle moment. (...Like, look, I’m literally just pointing out the canon here.)

{someone who often bashes other Adventures characters, especially if Sora herself, or other Adventure Chosen ships/ship fandoms}: Can I interact with this post {+if I intend to debate you}?

NO. Unless you’re genuinely willing to consider these things, I’d rather you not. Please leave. & I am Not here to “explain” this ship further to you Seriously if you ignore this and try to force-interact anyway I will block I BET you’re just some Sorato Stan TM who is turning their nose down on other ships with them by daring to make this post / contents for them! {legit actual thing I’ve had implied at me once because people never read my FAQ nor noticed contents I’ve MADE AND, others I’ve SUPPORTED for various other such ships} - Please actually read my linked FAQ, my ship list, and also my sidebar. Because the sidebar also mentions most of my other top ships and OTPs. (If you haven’t done this it is Not my fault.)

You only like this ship BECAUSE [x reason asker personally finds insignificant for some reason]! I have a tag you should read in general if you’re new to my blog. There’s some posts there like this, this and this. {and yes the posts linked are relevant to this ship.}

{FINAL NOTE: I’m pretty sure I got most major moments here but there’s still some scattered other small-but-notable moments I’ll probably make other posts for in the future. -TO PEOPLE WHO INTERACT/REBLOG: Please regard all the information/rules listed on this post. This includes if you reblog positively.}

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[higuchimon]

[fanfic] Unholy Desires:  Chapter 12

“Mom? Dad? Shin? Shuu?” Jou darted from room to room, voice rising with each word he uttered. “Are you here?” He wasn't sure what to think when he didn’t get an answer. They weren’t here – but were they not here because they were somewhere safe or because they’d already been captured?

Unable to find anyone, he came back to the living room. Takeru was already on the phone, doing his best to call his mom. Patamon and Gomamon were on the far side of the room, watching nervously out the window.

“Mom? It’s me!” Takeru’s eyes lit up. “No, I’m – as safe as I can be.” He paused; Jou could hear a voice on the other side, but not quite what she said. “He’s – he’s okay. Mom, stay where you are. It’ll be better for you if you do. Trust me.”

Jou moved around the apartment, double checking to make sure that his parents or brothers weren't hiding under a blanket or somewhere. He even checked his brothers’ beds; they’d been known to sleep so soundly in there that no one and nothing, up to and including thunderstorms, disturbed them.

He came back in when he heard the phone being hung up. Takeru looked down at it, then towards him.

“She said she’s on the way and not to rush off and do anything dangerous without her.”

The two Chosen looked at one another, then both started laughing, a relieved laugh that said so much. They had a vampire – if not two vampires – that needed to be defeated. Not doing dangerous things wasn’t on the agenda.

“Let’s get back to the others,” Takeru said, turning towards the door. Jou took two steps towards it as well. Both froze a breath later when they saw who stood there.

Jou’s throat dried in a second. His worst nightmare – of the last few hours – stood before him. Vamdemon smiled a very satisfied smile.

“I have quite been looking forward to meeting you, my son.” One long arm reached for him. “Come. I have a great deal to teach you.”

Jou shook his head, backing up as fast as he could to where Gomamon was. “Not a chance! I’m not going with you!”

“I don’t believe I was asking,” Vamdemon said, one golden eyebrow raising behind his scarlet mask. “You wish to live, do you not? Those Chosen who are not of Digimon blood can be either slaves or food sources. You have a different fate: my right hand, even greater than Anbumon. He is a turned creature and he will need to serve his own father in due time. But you are mine. Come to me.”

If Jou shook his head any harder, he thought it might actually fall off. But he kept on doing it. “No!” He didn’t even want to shape the words saying that Vamdemon sired him. Just the thought made him more than a little sick.

Gomamon bounced up in between them, glaring at Vamdemon. “You get out of here! Jou’s my partner! He’s got nothing to do with you!”

Red energies began to gather about Vamdemon’s fingers. “I think you’ll find he has a great deal to do with me. And if I must get rid of you in order to prove so, then I will. His scarlet energy whip – Bloody Stream – lashed forward, catching Gomamon across the face and knocking him backwards.

“Let Gomamon alone!” Patamon shouted, launching himself forward. Takeru stood next to Jou, his Digivice gripped firmly in one hand, ready to evolve his partner at a moment’s notice.

Vamdemon raised his hand again, but this time Gomamon leaped forward, crashing into him. His small body couldn’t do all that much, but he didn’t remain small all that long – Jou’s Digivice glowed and the light of evolution wrapped all around Gomamon, transforming him into Ikkakumon.

Jou groaned a breath later. “Oh, I am never going to be able to explain this to mom and dad.” In just the span of those heartbeats, furniture lay tilted over and this fight was only now getting started.

It would be even more difficult to explain moments later as Vamdemon waved one hand and the ensuing arc of power exploded half of the wall. Ikkakumon shook it off, but Jou had to catch Takeru around the waist and hold onto him to make sure that the younger boy didn’t go flying to his potential doom.

“You can stop all of this if you just come with me,” Vamdemon said, turning his gaze once again onto Jou. “It’s for the best, my son – my Fuseiimon.”

That name sparked a deep shiver inside of Jou. It wasn’t his name, but it spoke to a part of him that hadn’t stirred until he heard it.

What was it Koushiro said? That all of them who had virus blood had the potential for another side? Like Anbumon and Yamato…

Oh, no. He didn’t want that. Not at all.

He gripped onto his Crest with one hand and his Digivice with the other. I’m a Chosen Child. Even if I’m part-Digimon. This is what I choose to do. Fight monsters like him.

Around his fingertips, deep sapphire blue energy began to sparkle. Jou did not see it. Instead, he reached for Ikkakumon.

“We have to get out of here! Get to the others!” Only together would they stand a chance of being able to defeat Vamdemon. Then they could bring Yamato back – somehow – and things would be as normal as they ever were.

Vamdemon's laugh crashed against his ears like broken glass. Jou winced, pulling his hand back, even as the other one began to warm up. He glanced down just in time to see his Tag and Crest starting to glow brightly, as they never had before.

What’s this? What does it mean? He wasn’t sure, but he knew one thing – he’d never turn on his friends, never by his own will. He would always remain faithful to them. They could count on him, and he counted on them. That was what friends were for. Believing in one another, no matter what.

They weren’t inside what had been the Kido apartment anymore. Vamdemon hovered above them and Ikkakumon bulked in between Jou and Takeru, with Patamon wriggling in Takeru’s arms, ready to go to war. Vamdemon sneered down at them before he spread his arms and cloak wide and the bats they’d all seen far too many times swarmed out from underneath there.

“Night Raid!”

The bats struck hard against Ikkakumon, even as a fresh, new light encircled him. The light thrust the bats backward, blotting out Ikkakumon from view as he began to grow inside of the unexpectedly manifesting sphere.

“Ikkakumon evolve to – Zudomon!” The light faded and Jou saw what his partner had become – gigantic was the first word that came to mind. Also amazing. Fierce and strong and knocking Vamdemon’s Night Raid away with a swipe of the hammer that appeared in one hand. Everything that Jou had ever thought Gomamon might be and more so.

Patamon squirmed out of Takeru’s grip and his own evolution light enfolded him, with Angemon standing next to Zudomon a breath later. Vamdemon eyed the two of them.

“I have other matters to deal with than disposing of the two of you,” he told the Digimon before he regarded Jou once again. “And don’t doubt, my son Fuseiimon, that you will stand beside me in the end. You have no choice in the matter.”

“I have every choice and I choose to stand against you!” Jou declared. Resolution and determination burned deep within him, as it never had before, not to this degree. “I’ll never join you!”

“I wasn’t asking if you will. I tell you what will be.” Vamdemon smirked before he turned and faded away into the fog.

Mimi and her father struck in the same moment, their power combining in the small garden nearby, vines, grasses, and tree branches rising up to wrap around DarkTyrannomon’s legs and try to keep him in place. Mimi winced; she’d never wanted Sora beside her as much as she did now. They weren’t bonded or anything – they hadn’t even officially started to court yet. But being around her always seemed to make everything so much better.

She grit her teeth together and fought harder to keep the vines on DarkTyrannomon. Her mother rested one hand on her shoulder and her other on her husband’s. She wasn’t Firestarter enough for two, but she would try her level best.

“Mimi!” Palmon shouted, leaping forward. “Let me handle him!” In a breath she was Palmon no longer, but Togemon, pounding away at DarkTyrannomon with all of her strength.

Mimi relaxed a little, letting the vines release the Digimon. Her father followed suit, though more out of surprise. He rubbed the back of his head and stared at his daughter.

“Are you all right? These monsters are horrible, aren’t they?”

“No, they’re not!” Mimi snapped as she never had before to her parents. Both of them stared back at her now. “Palmon is my friend! She’s helped me and protected me and you won’t call her horrible! She’s wonderful!”

Her eyes flicked over to Togemon as her partner fell back from one of DarkTyrannomon’s powerful Fire Blast. Smoke rising up from her needles infuriated Mimi. She didn’t like fighting. She’d rather that no one fought, ever. There had to be better ways to settle arguments than this.

But if they had to fight, if those people who refused to take peace for an answer kept on hurting other people, then they had to be defeated by people who wanted to help others. Fighting wasn’t the best idea – but when it came to Vamdemon and those who served him, sometimes it was the only idea.

The Crest hung around her neck began to glow brilliantly. Mimi took a step towards Togemon, one hand reaching towards her even as DarkTyrannomon reached forward, another Fire Blast curling around his jaws.

Evolution’s light enfolded around Togemon, blotting her from view. Then a trilling laugh sounded and Mimi saw her partner again. She wasn’t sure what to expect, only vaguely realizing that Togemon had achieved her Perfect evolution. And perfect she looked indeed – instead of the giant cactus, she stood there as a winsome fairy, one who spun around in a graceful circle and declared her name as she posed in the air.

“Lilymon!” Lilymon glanced down at Mimi. “What do you think?”

“You’re beautiful,” Mimi said exactly what was on her mind. She always had, but this time, what was on her mind was what was in front of her. Lilymon laughed as she focused her attention on DarkTyrannomon.

Her head snapped around a few breaths later at the sound of her mother’s shrieks of rage and fear. A half dozen Bakemon encircled the two of them, and four more swept towards Mimi herself, too quick for her to call up anything to defend herself. Lilymon was still busy with DarkTyrannomon, though the second that Mimi shouted, her attention flickered over there.

“Hold on, Mimi!” Lilymon declared, creating a flower necklace around DarkTyrannomon that calmed him down. “All right, now for the rest of you!”

She never made it. A strike of lightning cracked down a scant breath from her and Lilymon fell backwards, surprised by the lightning and by the sudden manifestation of Vamdemon.

“I don’t think so,” he said with a smirk. “First, let me get rid of this useless creature. With a wave of one hand, the now pacified Dark Tyrannomon vanished underneath a Night Raid. Then he turned towards Lilymon. “So you evolved too. As if that’s going to make a difference.”

Lilymon’s eyes flashed with rage and she swept towards him. “Let Mimi go! Fairy Vine!” From one hand there extended a vine, thorns sprouting all along it moments later. Only Vamdemon’s quick speed kept him from being impaled on it.

“You’re too much of a pest,” Vamdemon growled. “And I take care of pests very well indeed. Dead Scram.”

Lilymon was too close to him to get out o the way, even with her own speed. She’d never seen this attack before and had no idea of what to expect – or even if she could expect anything at all, as the undead energy swept over her, and so far as she was aware, the world ceased to exist.

To Be Continued

Notes: Well, that’s two evolutions down. Just the angels to go, and we know how those go, don’t we? Also, Jou came close to his own power activating. In time, in time. Next week we get back to Taichi and Anbumon. Promise!

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[disneydreamlights]

For the controversial ship meme - ALL symbols for Persona, Kingdom Hearts, and Hatoful Boyfriend.

You really out here wanting me to die tonight for my opinions.

Persona:

Ship that you have as an OTP: 🌹

SHUAKE FOR LIFE. God I love Shuake. Enemies to lovers in general just gives me life but the fact that Akechi and Akira were made to be foils to each other is just good shit.

Ship that you’re indifferent to: 😑

Honestly most Phantom Thief shipping I’m pretty ambivalent to, but if I had to pick the one I’m like...truly the embodiment of “meh” about I’d probably say Ann/Akira. I don’t love it or hate it, it just kinda exists.

Ship that makes you sad: 💔

God I’ve got two: Akiham and Fool Moon. You want depression? Great, take these ships and run with it. And if you thought the fact that Shinji dying made Fool Moon depressing, how about the fact that if you romance Aki you can’t save Shinji, so he’s lost his parents, his sister, his absolute best friend in the entire world, and now you too.

...Akihiko deserved better.

Ship that you find disgusting: 💩

KEN/MINAKO CAN GO DIE IN A HOLE BYE.

Ship that you find cute but don’t ship: ✌

I don’t really ship it but of the female confidants and Akira, ShuMako is definitely the cutest.

Ship that you secretly like: 💚

I will never own up to this again but Ann/Ryuji actually lowkey is kinda cute, and while I’m not super into it I’d definitely get behind it.

Ship that you used to have as an OTP: 💙

None really? For me to dump a ship at OTP status you gotta cataclysmically fail as bad as Lotura and have a fanbase worse than some KH ships.

Ship that you find most sexy:👅

I got held up on this for like ten minutes because I’ve never actually thought of this in regards to Persona...I guess probably Shuake? All my other ships I see as sexually incompetent to some degree. 

Ship that you can never see happening: 👎

Any of the kid/adult ships. Also Futaba/Akira, the two are practically like adoptive siblings and that’s just weird.

Ship that is canon but you don’t ship: 💤

n/a. The only canon ship in Persona is Junpei/Chidori and that’s...good.

Ship that is unpopular but you still like: 💘

...Honestly Ann/Ryuji I’m pretty sure is unpopular. Also anything P3 because the fandom is too quiet.

Ship that is taboo: 💦

Shuake? I can see this ship being classified as taboo given I had to leave a server over hate for it.

Ship that pisses you off: 💣

...Ken/Minako please fuck off.

Ship you’re curious about: 👀

I would love to see more of MakoHaru, it’s got a lot of potential but not a lot of attention and that’s a real shame.

Ship that needs more love: 💖

Every one of my P3 ships. Give Akiham more love, give Fool Moon more love, give Mitsuru/Yukari more love. Give Junpei/Chidori more love.

Ship that is most misunderstood: 💢

Shuake is misunderstood even by its fans because too many of its fans white knight Akechi and erase his wrong doings when half of the interesting things from the ship come from Akechi growing from everything he did wrong and that’s the tea.

Kingdom Hearts:

Ship that you have as an OTP: 🌹

I always crossfire my OTPs but I guess if I had to pick one to top all of them it would probably be RikuShi? Hard to say.

Ship that you’re indifferent to: 😑

Tequa. I want to like Tequa, I really do. I just can’t bring myself to care about it that much, and that saddens me.

Ship that makes you sad: 💔

Hey canon SoKai absolutely broke my heart, crushed my dreams, destroyed my soul, and I want to cry.

Ship that you find disgusting: 💩

I sat here for like an hour because I genuinely wanted to avoid naming the ship and in the end I decided I’m tied between Ak*R*ku and Ak*Shi. The age gap plus the fact that Axel feels more like their dad just makes me uncomfortable, that being said if the arts good I’m still gonna reblog.

Ship that you find cute but don’t ship: ✌

There are a lot of good high crack combinations out there like Sora/Ariel, Sora/Rapunzel. I also admire R*kuShi from a distance but the fanbase kinda turned me off pretty bad given the ship wars between them and RokuNami.

Ship that you secretly like: 💚

Terra/Cinderella is a ship I will never talk about shipping but it’s actually genuinely really cute and I blame Talia for making me ship it.

Ship that you used to have as an OTP: 💙

Once upon a time back in 2018 I was a huge S*RiK*i shipper. Then KH3 came out and well...

The behavior of some people has kinda turned me off big time from a specific third of the ship and if you don’t like all three parts then what’s the point of OT3ing.

Ship that you find most sexy:👅

Vanqua. Which I feel weird saying but you know what, that would one hundred percent be it. The rest of my ships completely lack sex appeal but Vanqua has Aqua in it and she’s literally the most attractive character in KH.

Ship that you can never see happening: 👎

Well of my own ships...Vanqua, but of the other ships...

You know what, for my own safety, I’d rather not say.

Ship that is canon but you don’t ship: 💤

Well I ship the canon and implicated canon ships so...

Ship that is unpopular but you still like: 💘

GULAVA HAS THREE SHIPPERS AND YOU KNOW WHAT I WILL PROUDLY BE ALL OF THEM.

Ship that is taboo: 💦

Vanqua. Big taboo here.

Ship that pisses you off: 💣

...

...

...

Look.

I don’t want to die Perla.

You already know my answer and why.

You know how much I hate that one theory and hate the fandom’s attitude and it’s made me legitimately angry over a ship.

I think you know the answer.

Ship you’re curious about: 👀

Aquarella looks real cute. So does NamiXi but not enough content.

Ship that needs more love: 💖

RokuNami needs more love, the ship’s fallen into quietness, but also my eternally rare pairs of GulAva and RikuShi and Vanqua and XehaEra need more content and deserve to be fed.

Ship that is most misunderstood: 💢

VANQUA

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST GUYS THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH AN AGE GAP BETWEEN A SIXTEEN AND EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD STOP PORTRAYING IT AS GROSS THERE ARE UNDERSTANDABLE REASONS TO CALL VANQUA BAD AND A REASON I WOULD NEVER WANT IT CANON BUT THE AGE GAP DIFFERENCE IS NOT IT.

Hatoful Boyfriend:

Ship that you have as an OTP: 🌹

My oc x Yuuya because Zoe and I rped that and it’s one of my top ships period. Sakuya/Ryouta is honestly a very good ship and 10/10 would ship again.

Ship that you’re indifferent to: 😑

Honestly most ships? There’s just not a lot of birdie combinations I’m super into in general.

Ship that makes you sad: 💔

Hiyoko/Ryouta is particularly tragic, even if I’m not a shipper of it, once you take into account BBL.

Ship that you find disgusting: 💩

Yuuya/Sakuya

Fuck off with that incest.

Ship that you find cute but don’t ship: ✌

I’m not super big into Anghel/Nageki but it’s real cute anyways, just not enough canon substantiating it.

Ship that you secretly like: 💚

N/A. Don’t really had any of my Hatoful ships.

Ship that you used to have as an OTP: 💙

None? Same deal as P5 there was no fuckery in the fanbase to turn me off. It’s a nice chill fanbase over here.

Ship that you find most sexy:👅

...They’re birds.

Ship that you can never see happening: 👎

Shuu/Yuuya. I know there are people who ship it and no.

Ship that is canon but you don’t ship: 💤

N/A. No canon ships.

Ship that is unpopular but you still like: 💘

...I’m not involved in the fandom enough for this tbh.

Ship that is taboo: 💦

None I’m interested in tbh.

Ship that pisses you off: 💣

PEOPLE WHO SHIP EITHER SETS OF BROTHERS. JUST NO.

Ship you’re curious about: 👀

Anghel/Nageki. Let them interact more in the next game.

Ship that needs more love: 💖

...All of them. This fandom is tiny give the game more love before its ships.

Ship that is most misunderstood: 💢

None that I can think of?

[shoujo-paradise]

Manga Recommendations: Friends to Lovers

0×0 Memories

1/3 Romantica

100% Gokuama Kareshi!

14 Sai No Koi

17 (Sakurai Machiko)

18-sai no Kodou

24 Colors - Hatsukoi no Palette

3 Years

4-gatsu no Hina

After Friend

Ai Kara Hajimaru

Air Koi

Akagami no Shirayukihime

Amakute Zurui Wana no Naka

Anata e no Tsuki

Ao Haru Ride

Asa Chun!

Bambi to Dhole

Beast Master

Birthday of Love

Biyaku Café

Black Coffee (Nakano Emiko)

Blue (Chiba Kozue)

Boku no Hatsukoi wo Kimi ni Sasagu

Bokura no Kiseki

Bokura No Koi Wa Shi Ni Itaru Yamai No You De

Bye-Bye Brother

Bye bye, little

Cheese In The Trap

Chicchai Toki kara Suki dakedo

Christmas ni Kagayaku

Color (Mimori Ao)

Deep Kiss

Deep Sex

Dokuhebi-san ni gochuui wo

Double Sentiment

Dynamite Star

Elektel Delusion

Ghost wa Kiss o Kirau

Girls Complex

Good Morning Call

Guuzen ka Unmei ka

Hachimitsu ni Hatsukoi

Hana Kimi

Hanagimi to Koisuru Watashi

Hatsukoi Hakusho

Hatsukoi ni Oboreta

Hatsukoi No Tsuzuki

Hatsukoi, Katakoi

Hidarite no Love Letter

Himitsu no Ai chan

Hirunaka no Ryuusei

Hitoribocchi no Ohime-sama

Hiyokoi

Honnou Chocolate

Honnou Honey

Horimiya

I, My, Me

Joushikousei de Hanayome de

Joyful Days?

Junjou Drop

Junjou Haraguro Kareshi

Kanojo ga Cafe ni Kayou Wake

Kanojo ga Kare ni Ochiru Riyuu

Kanojo ni Naru Hi

Kanojo ni Naru Hi Another

Kare Kano

Kiken na Honey

Kimi ni Todoke

Kimi to Kiss Shite Sono Ato de

Kimi wa Tomodachi (Tamura Kotoyu)

Kindan Wedding

Kiss to Koukai

Koakuma Lion

Koi Dano Ai Dano

Koi Gokoro Gekokujou

Koi ja Nai no da!

Koi no Uta

Koishi Tagari no Blue

Kono Ie de Kimi to

Korosareru nara, Isso Sakura no Ki no Shita de

Last Game

Lingerie Logic

Love Survival

Love Zipper

Lovely Complex

Mada Amanogawa ni Ikenai

Mainichi Kimi no Koto Bakari

Mainichi Kiss Shite Ii Desu ka?

Mako to Aki-chan no Koigokoro

Mascara Blues

Massugu Kimi e

Max Lovely

Mayonaka ni Binetsu

Mitsuai Celeb

Mizu no Naka

Mou Speed de Karera wa

My Boyfriend

My Little World

Nakanmon

Namida Usagi - Seifuku no Kataomoi

Navy Blue Hoshizora

Oboreru Knife

Ojousama no Himitsu

Ookami Shounen

Orange Planet

Otomegokoro

Peach Girl

Pink Choodai

Ren'ai Daabii

Rinjin wa Chou

Ryuusei Astromance

Sayonara no Jikan

Sayonara, Hero

Seinaru Yoruni Oshiete Ageru

Seishun Panda!

Sekai wa Kimi o Sukuu!

Sensei to Himitsu o...

Shinyu no Mikami-kun

Shireba Shiruhodo

Shuu 7

Socrates in Love

Sono Hoshi o Bokutachi wa Koi to Yobu Koto ni Suru

Sora sora

Stardust Wink

Strobe Edge

Sugars (Yamamori Mika)

Sweet Black

Tabetai Hito

Taiyou No Ie

Taro-kun wa Kou Miete Igai to xxx Desu

Teru Teru x Shounen

The One

Tonari no Atashi

Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun

Try Me Boy!

V.B. Rose

Vampire Knight

Venus Capriccio

Watashi no Koibito

Watashi no Suki na Hito (Kumaoka Fuyu)

Wish Upon a Glass

Yajirobee

Yukiwaribana

[madqueenbitch]

LOOKING FOR RP PARTNERS (Now with more ships!)

Hello Tumblr! My name is Nikki! I am on here looking for more Roleplay Partners and to make more friends in the same fandoms as me who ship similar things as me. I have been roleplaying for almost 10 years in a variety of different styles. I  mostly try to match my partners reply length so I can do anywhere from a sentence to 3 or 4 paragraphs. I usually Roleplay over Line, Kik, Skype, Email, and right here on the Tumblr messenger.

Please take a look at my list of Fandoms and Ships! If you are interest usernames and email will be listed below the list. Thank you all and hope to Roleplay with you soon. 😊

 List of Fandoms and Ships

(Bolded Characters are the ones I prefer to play)

Naruto (Up to the new Boruto Series)

Naruto/Sasuke

Naruto/Gaara

Naruto/Neji

Naruto/Sai

Naruto/Kiba

Naruto/Shikamaru

Kakashi/Naruto

Kakashi/Sasuke

Sasuke/Neji

Sasuke/Shikamaru

Neji/Lee

Neji/Shikamaru

Kiba/Shikamaru

Hinata/Ino

Sakura/Ino

Lee/Gaara

Kakashi/Iruka

Boruto/Denki

Boruto/Shikadai

Harry Potter

Harry/Draco

Ron/Draco

Dean/Seamus

Draco/Neville

Harry/Tom

Severus/James

Severus/Remus

Severus/Sirius

Remus/Sirius

Harry/Ron

Once Upon A Time

Regina/Emma

Red/Mulan

Clamp (I.e Tsubasa, Cardcaptor Sakura, X/1999, XXXholic etc..)

Sakura/Tomoyo (CardCaptor)

Subaru/Seshiro (X/1999)

Watanuki/Domeki (xxxholic)

Kurogane/Fai (Tsubasa)

Toya/Yukito (Cardcaptor)

Kamui/Fuma (X/1999)

Star Wars

Anakin/Obi-Wan

Poe/Finn

Assassination Classroom

Karma/Nagisa

Karma/Asano

Asano/Nagisa

Ed, Edd, N Eddy

Ed/Rolf

Edd/Eddy

Edd/Kevin

Rev!Edd/Rev!Kevin

Nazz/Marie

Vampire Knight

Zero/Kaname

Sherlock

John/Sherlock

Marvel Universe

Peter Parker/Wade Wilson

Jessica Jones/ Trisha

Tony Stark/Steve Rogers

Steve Rogers/Loki

Clint/Loki

Loki/Tony

Thor/Loki

Steve/Bucky

DC Universe

Batman/Joker

Harley/Ivy

Roosterteeth/Achievement Hunter

Ryan/Ray

Ryan/Michael

Ryan/Gavin

Gavin/Michael

Gavin/Geoff

Michael/Geoff

Michael/Ray

Michael/Gavin/Ray

Gavin/Jeremy

Blaine/Aaron

Miles/Kerry

Red vs Blue

Donut/Caboose

Tucker/Washington

Tucker/Church

Church/Caboose

Grif/Simmons

York/North

Washington/Maine

RWBY

Ruby/Weiss

Weiss/Blake

Weiss/Yang

Blake/Yang

Nora/Ren

Nora/Yang

Sun/Neptune

Ren/Jaune

Jaune/Neptune

Jaune/Sun

Kiss Him Not Me

Shinomiya/Mutsumi

Igarashi x Nanashima

Supernatural

Sam/Lucifer

Sam/Dean

Castiel/Dean

Ouran High School Host Club

Tamaki/Kyoya

Tamaki/Hikaru and Kaoru

Kingdom Hearts

Axel/Roxas

Sora/Riku

FullMetal Alchemist

Roy/Ed

Haikyuu!!

Hinata/Kageyama

Iwaizumi/Oikawa

Daichi/Sugawara

Asahi/Nishinoya

Kuroo/Tsukishima

Tsukishima/Yamaguchi

Free!

Nagisa/Rei

Makoto/Haru

Haru/Rin

Souske/Rin

Nitori/Momotarou

Sailor Moon

Sailor Uranus/ Neptune

Sailor Moon/ Venus

Legend Of Zelda

Link/Sidon

Link/Zelda

Miraculous Ladybug

Ladybug/Cat Noir

Yuri On Ice!

Otabek/Yurio

Yuuri/Yurio (Older)

Viktor/Yuuri

Phichit/Seung Gil

Michele(Mickey)/Emil

Leo/Guang-Hong

Mila/Sara

Avatar the Last Airbender/Legend of Korra

Sokka/Zuko

Sokka/Jet

Jet/Zuko

Ty Lee/Azula

Korra/Asami

Bolin/Desna

Lord of the Rings/Hobbit

Bilbo/Thorin

Frodo/Sam

Teen Titans

Robin/Beast Boy

Robin/Red X

Robin/Speedy

Show By Rock

Rom/Shuu

Rom/Crow

Shuu/The twins

Titan/Orion

Titan/Rom

Retoree/Cyan

Retoree/Rosia

Akuma No Riddle

Haru/Tokaku

Chitaru/Hitsugai

Blue Exorcist

Rin/Yukio

My Hero Academia

Deku/Katsuki

Deku/Shouto

Attack On Titan

Levi/Eren

Eren/Armin

Jean/Eren

Armin/Jean

Prince of Stride

Riku/Takeru

Pokemon

Ash/Gary

Hetalia

Prussia/Canada

America/England

France/England

Italy/Germany

Greece/Japan

Romano (Lovino)/Spain

Fairy Tail

Gray/Natsu

Sting/Rogue

Gajeel/Levy

Yandere Simulator

Budo/Ayano

Senpai/Ayano

ANY MALE RIVAL (From the April fools video)/Ayano

Black Butler

Sebastian/Ciel

Ciel/Alois

Seraph of the End

Mika/Yuu

Guren/Shinya

Yoichi/Kimizuki

Pandora Hearts

Oz/Gilbert

Servamp

Kuro/Mahiru

Mahiru/Sakuya

Hyde/Licht

IF THERE ISN’T A SHIP ON HERE YOU ARE INTERESTED IN BUT HAVE ONE THAT YOU THINK I MIGHT BE INTERESTED IN SEND ME SOME FANART AND WE CAN TALK THEM OUT! :)

Contact Information

Kik: Neneroleplays

Skype: Neneroleplays

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[noizy-mori]

30(ish) Day Favourite Character Drawing Challenge

I made a sorta challenge for myself. To get myself to draw more...So I’m just going to spend a month drawing my favourite characters. A new one each day. The only challenge about this is making myself draw...so how about if I get people to send me prompts for the characters? Let’s do that.

Start: July 28 End: August 28(ish)

Lance McClain (Voltron Legendary Defender)

Ichigo Kurosaki (Bleach)

Noiz (DRAMAtical Murder)

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez (Bleach)

Kirishima Eijirou (My Hero Academia)

Hinata Shouyo (Haikyuu!!)

Shell Overlord (Blood Bank)

Tsukiyama Shuu (Tokyo Ghoul)

Sora (Kingdom Hearts)

Zack (Final Fantasy)

Iggy (Maximum Ride)

Sasori no Akasuna (Naruto)

Genos (One Punch Man)

Riku (Kingdom Hearts)

Cloud Strife (Final Fantasy)

Bakugou Katsuki (My Hero Academia)

Viktor Nikiforov (Yuri!!! On Ice)

Hisoka (Hunter x Hunter)

Deidara (Naruto)

Terra (Kingdom Hearts)

Hideyoshi Nagachika (Tokyo Ghoul)

Takashi Shirogane (Voltron Legendary Defender)

Yuuri Katsuki (Yuri!!! On Ice)

Killua Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter)

Hunk Garrett (Voltron Legendary Defender)

Graham Cracker (King’s Quest)

Ephemer (Kingdom Hearts)

Nishinoya Yuu (Haikyuu!!)

Adlet (Rokka)

Trip (DRAMAtical Murder)

Extra in case I feel like going on more days:

Hans (Rokka)

Chrollo Lucilfer (Hunter x Hunter)

Aoba Seragaki (DRAMAtical Murder)

Coran Coran the Gorgeous Man (Voltron Legendary Defender)

((EDIT: I’m adding in links to the posts. Just to make it easy.)) ((EDIT #2: I moved Grimmjow up, since I realize now his birthday also falls within my month. I’ll also say now that other changes may occur as I discover other birthdays.))

[forsakenoathkeeper]

One More Tomorrow

Shuu Sakamaki x Sora Yasutake One More Tomorrow  [ Part 1/? ]

⚠ Please be wary of adult content, such as explicit sexual content, acts of violence, description of gore and blood, use of foul language, abuse, trauma, and other potentially sensitive materials ⚠

Part 2

When she woke that late afternoon, it was to the smell of fresh rain soaking into the old foundation: musky, earthly. It brought out the best qualities in this old cottage, and the worst. The rain made the small house smell strongly like an old house would. There was a leak at one of the east side windows, though it wasn’t too major. Yet, somehow, it was comfortable, like something out of a whimsical dream.

The tapping sounds of water pummeling the roof was drowned out by the melodies pouring out of the buds tucked into the young woman’s ears. The setting sun normally cast blinding light through the gaps in the curtains; however, the room was dim this afternoon, the covered window dark, unmoving curtains likely blocking the grey clouds that hovered in the sky above.

At some point during her slumber, she had wrapped herself tight in the thick blanket. It was mid autumn and the ocean was a measly fifty miles or so. Wildflowers bloomed almost all year, ravaging sidewalks and the edges of the roads like weeds. It was hardly a cold town, and yet she always shivered and sniffled as though it was, with skin pale, face lacking in pigments, and fingers cold to the touch.

Consciousness steadily came to her and she realized Chopin’s Raindrops had been playing. It was the most fitting coincidence: the free falling rain, the chill in the air, and the setting sun. It all fit in beautiful harmony with the piano and violin spewing from her ear buds. It was an afternoon unlike one she had had in a very long time. She felt oddly excited in that moment, like there was something extravagant waiting outside.

But, when she rose to a seated position in her bed, the earbuds fell loose and landed in her lap. For a brief moment, she was unmoving, frozen as if she had suddenly been violently torn from one reality to another. The deafening silence of the empty cottage was overwhelming. Despite the crackling of the rain and the grumbling of distant thunder, she could hear the empty halls, the vacant rooms, the untouched chairs, the dusty cabinets... white noise that was consuming, swallowing, so painfully... loud.

She grabbed the earbuds and shoved them back into her ears before pressing her palms over the buds, fingers over the conch of her ear, pressing tight as if to block out the silence and trap the music inside. Her head lowered until curtains of brown locks fell over her shoulder and hid her face, some strands pooling at her waist and resting heavy on her thigh.

She drowned out the solitude with the music, hoping she had enough time to finish the song before it was time to get up. She lifted her head and her eyes followed the cord that trailed from the buds towards the side of the bed where her phone laid. She reached over and tapped the screen once to see the black illuminate the time: 6:27. Three minutes until her alarm went off... The song wouldn’t be over in three minutes, but... She fell back on her pillows as if it would.

The lobby was empty and silent for the most part, with the exception of a single business man who was seated at one of the lush arm chairs, clicking away at the mobile computer on his lap. She didn’t understand why he felt the need to do that here, in the dead of night, as opposed to the comfort and solitude of his bedroom; however, judging by his receding hairline and cheap suit, he needed someway to feel important. Working with an audience seemed like a way to achieve that, if she gave a damn, which she did not.

She paid him virtually no attention, and focused on the filing that needed to be done behind the counter. She moved like a conscious-less being, hunching over to file paperwork into the proper drawer then standing back up to continue sorting through the pile atop the counter, before continuing the process: like a machine, with great precision.

A normal person likely would have held resentment for the day shift; after all, they left her this mountain of paperwork, every day, without fail. It would be waiting for her and she would finish it before her shift ended, also without fail. Of course, the day staff wouldn’t dare leave such a mess if they didn’t know she would do it.

She was quiet, she had no interest in their lives... Perhaps, they saw that as an exploitable weakness. Sometimes, she wondered if they were right - if her lack of desire to combat them on their laziness was her passively accepting these aggressions: like a living stepping stone. But... she had yet to say a word, yet to combat their behavior. She just did the paperwork.

The night shift was slow, it was easy, and it worked for her. It was difficult to explain why she was a natural night owl. She simply slept well during the blazing daylight hours, and was wide awake and alert at night. Oddly... the days felt hazy, felt exhausting and long. Nights felt serene, like she could sense everything more acutely. It just felt... right.

It continued to rain through the entirety of her shift. She had intentionally opened a window to let the soothing aromas waft in. It made the place colder, but she didn’t really mind. She set the fire place in the grand lobby and considered it adequate, a warmth to ward off the cold without disrupting the ambiance she was trying to enjoy.

Setting the fireplace paid off when an old couple arrived and waited patiently for a room to be prepared for them, huddled up and farm in front of the fire. Then arrived another business man... then another... A middle aged woman arrived at some point. The woman had yapped on about her life, as if the desk attendant had a single care. She nodded, responded minimally, and was polite, and the woman seemed pleased with that.

Then, suddenly, it was four in the morning, and the next lobby attendant had arrived to relieve her. “Oh my-!” the girl had proclaimed, suddenly. “The window was open the entire time! You poor thing... Must have been freezing!” Although she wasn’t, she smiled and fawned innocence of the ordeal. She was believable, and that was all that mattered. Explaining why the cold didn’t bother her, why the rain smelt so good, would be... difficult.

As always, it had gone by so quickly... Another day, another group of stranger’s faces, another paycheck... She didn’t feel tired, like a normal person would after working. She felt distant, like she was watching someone else’s life float by. Instead of witnessing it, she was experiencing it. But-... No. This was her life. Night shift hostess at the Doroftei Hotel, a day’s drive outside of Bucharest. A quiet, empty cottage waiting for her to return.

“Sow...”

She didn’t need to look up from her book to know who that was, but found it impossible to resist a small smile. Even if he hadn’t chosen to greet her in Japanese, his deep voice gave him away without fail. The bench she was seated at trembled slightly when he plopped down next to her. She closed her book and removed the earbud from her left ear - having decided to leave the right sight unoccupied less someone beckon to her - before peaking at him in the corner of her eye.

There were few ways to explain the attachment she had to him. By all means, it made no logical sense. She didn’t remember where they met, under what circumstances or why. She just knew him. He was her only friend. There was a familiarity that came with his company. They didn’t exchange pleasantries like strangers, ask pointless questions about one and other’s lives. They sat, side by side, like they had known each other forever.

It had been nearly a week since she last saw him. To her delight, he looked healthy today, with his hair tied in its unusual mess of a ponytail, a sort of glimmer in his amber eyes. She never asked why he would disappear for odd amounts of time, drawing the conclusion that he was traveling frequently to find work. His hands often looked rough, sometimes he had bags under his eyes, sometimes his eyes were red and tired, sometimes he-... just didn’t look right. Some part of her mind told him not to press, as if she already knew the answer... an answer she had forgotten.

He didn’t look directly at her, but sat with a long arm swung over the back of the bench, leaning back comfortably, legs spread in a masculine manner. She had paused her reading, out of respect, out of the comfort of his company. They didn’t really speak, merely sat together in silence at the town square.

It wasn’t a city; but, even the quaint little village didn’t sleep at night. The town gardens were illuminated with magnificent lights and a living fountain where the streams and spouts glowed. Cars drove by frequently, but not obnoxiously so. College students from the nearby universities stormed the bars and theaters. Couples sought one and other in the night like secret lovers. It wasn’t what most would consider a good place to read. But, she liked it. It was... alive.

“You’re not eating right,” he suddenly blurted. She directed her gaze at him and saw he was sitting upright now, arms crossed, looking down at her in utter disappointment. The look was kinda scary; yet, she felt no unease under his amber gaze. She didn’t even try to make an excuse or deny his claim, but merely muttered a pathetic, “sorry...”

“The fuck-” he immediately scoffed back at her. She must have made a face because he suddenly snapped his mouth shut and looked anxious, like he was searching for better words. Eventually, he gave up on the subtle approach. “Ya’ should be eating more - way more. Ya’ look like you’re gonna kill over. What is it? ...hah?”

She looked away, feeling suddenly uneasy from his harsh stare and questioning. She had never really had much of an appetite, really. But, lately, she just... wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t an active choice. She wasn’t trying to lose weight or lashing out at the universe. She just... forgot. She was never hungry. The thought to eat rarely occurred unless she remembered that she had forgotten.

“I-... Where is this coming from?” she asked, not harshly or defensively. Rather, she sounded embarrassed over his concern for her health. It wasn’t modesty, but the fact that she didn’t want him to make a big deal about it. “Ahh?” he retorted, tone loud and questioning. “Ya’ look sick - that’s where,” he explained. “Sow-”

“Don’t worry about it,” she interrupted, almost snapping at him. “I’m fine. I don’t need you to-” he huffed, loud enough to interrupt her, before he barked, “like hell,” in a firm, denying tone. “You look-” Again, she interrupted him. “-terrible. I got it. Thanks.” Somehow, through this bickering, she had managed to avoid looking at him, until now. Maybe she expected him to look angry. Instead, he looked-... lost.

“....dying,” he finished, a bit sourly. His eyes had narrowed, but there was no angry in them. Rather, his brow hung low in unease. His mouth opened for a second as he contemplated something, before snapping it shut. She did the same, flapping her jaw for a moment as she searched for the right words. “I’m not... I’ll-... I’ll try to eat better... okay?”

As she stood up, gathered her shoulder bag, and shoved her book inside, she did her best to ignore the expression on the man’s face. He didn’t believe her; but, he couldn’t combat it. “Tch,” he scoffed, looking away almost childishly. “Bye, Yuma,” she said, giving a very slight, almost unnoticeable bow, before turning away from him. She made a single step before he called out to her.

“Sora-...” If she had ever heard him call her properly by her name, it had been such a long time that she couldn’t remember. It made her tremble uncomfortably, feel heavy and ungrounded at the same time. It made her head rattle as if she had just been shaken violently. She turned back to him.

“Forget it,” he said, almost immediately, before her eyes could even catch his gaze again. Just like that, he was gone. The bench was empty, and she was alone, and she wondered... if he was ever there.

[forsakenoathkeeper]

One More Tomorrow [ Part 2/? ]

Shuu Sakamaki x Sora Yasutake One More Tomorrow  [ Part 2/? ]

⚠ Please be wary of adult content, such as explicit sexual content, acts of violence, description of gore and blood, use of foul language, abuse, trauma, and other potentially sensitive materials ⚠

Part 1 • Part 2

“Maybe it wasn’t real...”

It was difficult to reason with the fear that the entire encounter had been a hallucination brought about by atrophy and loneliness. “Yuma wasn’t the kind to concern himself with other people’s problems,” Sora had thought to herself. Immediately, she mentally staggered back, wondering if she even knew the man well enough to make such a claim about him.

She couldn’t even recall how they met, how long they had known each other; yet, she had the audacity to make an assumption about him, to pretend she knew him at all? Maybe, then, whether the words came from him or not, he was right. Yuma... or the hallucination... whichever it was... was right. She was unintentionally starving herself.

With that thought, Sora stopped dead in her tracks on the sidewalk. Luckily, no one was close enough to be interrupted by her sudden pause. There was a 24-hour convenience store on the way home. At this point, she would have to backtrack a little; but, she was doubtful that she had sufficient food at home. So, she spun around and headed for it.

In a daze, she didn’t really focus on what she was placing in her basket. While her body was moving, hands grasping at things and feet carrying her around, Sora’s mind was far away. She replayed the events that just unfolded over and over, trying to bring herself to a less insane conclusion. She wanted to convince herself that it wasn’t unreal. She kept thinking about Yuma’s words... his lack of words. It all seemed like a blur, now.

It wasn’t until she was home, carefully removing the contents from the shopping bag, that she realized what she had actually bought. “Why did I-...?” she muttered to herself, staring down at the slice of meat wrapped in clear foil. She never ate steak. Not because she disliked it, necessarily, but because it just wasn’t her preferred taste. It was chewy and thick, bloody, with a bit more fat on it than she usually enjoyed. To top it off, it was one of the expensive cuts.

Sora grinded her teeth, glaring at the meat as if it was somehow guilty for being purchased. She shoved it away into the fridge, telling herself she could make it another night, when she had the patience for cooking. The sun had risen and was beaming through the kitchen window, making it just a little difficult to concentrate, and reminding her of how tired she was. She sat alone at the small dining table at the edge of the kitchen, on the side that the sun had yet to reach, and tried to convince herself she was hungry.

“I only had some chopped fruit at break today,” she whispered to herself, trying to sound encouraging. “-and a hard boiled egg for breakfast... That’s definitely not enough for one day... I’ll start feeling better if I-...”

It was less difficult than she anticipated; she managed to get down a slice of french bread and some deli meat. The tomato she laid on top was a little too bitter, but caused no real bother. She only noticed because the bread and the meat was dull. The acidic tomato was sudden and unexpected. It gushed juices when she bit into it and left a sharp sting on her tongue. But, then, it was washed down with some water and gone.

As Sora washed the dishes in the sink, she tried to tell herself that she felt better. She had eaten something, something decent and good, or at least better than nothing at all... Something that should be filling and satisfying... She should feel better. Despite it all, her throat felt dry and her stomach lacked the fullness she was longing for. If not for the faint taste left behind on her tongue, it was as though she had eaten nothing at all.

Sora returned to the empty master bedroom, taking a moment to stand in the doorway and look at the king sized bed. The sheets were smooth on the surface, only partially made, just as she left it. Something was missing, something she couldn’t explain. Maybe more pillows, an extra blanket since it was starting to get colder? No, not those things.

“It’s no different than it was before,” she muttered to herself, as though she needed to be reminded. She stripped, carelessly letting her clothes hit the floor, before reaching for the nightgown that was sprawled over the back of the chair that was tucked into an empty desk. She pulled her nightgown over her shoulders and went over the nightly ritual: brush your teeth, floss, turn on some music...

She reached for the small music player at her bedside, tugging it harshly so it unplugged from the charger. She tucked the buds into her ears and allowed the shuffle to pick the music for her. There was a few strums of piano keys before the violin began to sing.

Go to sleep...

Try to go to sleep.

Try.

Sleep.

Sle-

Sora didn’t worry when she didn’t see Yuma the next day, or the day after that. She returned to the bench in town square every night after their previous encounter. It was typical for her to stop by a few times a week, not every night. She wanted to see Yuma again; or, at least, that was what she told herself. That wasn’t a lie; but, it wasn’t the entire truth, either.

Her house felt emptier than usual. Nothing had changed, yet everything felt so different. Mundane things stopped smelling the same as they used to, or started to smell in ways she never noticed before. An ordinary bed, freshly washed linen, smelt so strongly of laundry soap and something she recognized as her own scent. A house that had always been her home no longer smelt like her home when she entered it.

She ceased heading directly home and sat, alone, on this bench, every single night, for several nights in a row, sometimes into the very early morning hours, because she didn’t want to go home. She read the most recent book she had checked out from the library. She listened to music on her handheld music player. Sometimes, she just stared up at the night sky, and wondered what awaited her tomorrow.

Tomorrow... She would go to work. She would spend her eight hour shift focused on the task at hand and the tasks that would follow. Or, maybe, it was her day off, and she would wander the town, making up imaginary chores that needed to be taken care. Some repairs on the house that weren’t needed for a good while. Clean this, sweep that, sit on the porch and wave back at the neighbors whose names she had no care to remember.

It felt like a dream. Suddenly, here she was, living in this house, working a mundane job, with nothing to do in-between: enough savings to get by comfortably, a cute town that most people dream of someday living in. Like a dream, she lacked the memory of how she got here. It was as though this was the life she always lived, but she missed the first half.

The week went by like a blur, like it always did, and then followed the next week. Sora got up, had breakfast and dressed herself, went to work, made a trip to the library once, sat at her favorite bench in the park to read, walked home, and the cycle continued. Her boss sat with her at lunch one day to ask about the progress on the new hires. She decided not to tell him that they were lazy because so was he, and she saw no point in it.

Nothing was new. Nothing changed. People didn’t change. She didn't see Yuma that week, either, and didn't think there was anything odd about that. Almost the entirety of interactions she had these days was work related. Maybe she conjured up some illusion to fill the void, or perhaps it was one of the side affects of malnutrition. Sora didn't want to believe she had hallucinated Yuma's presence that night; but, when the following nights were colder, lonelier, and longer, that possibility seemed more and more likely. Maybe, she was in denial of the fact that she missed him. Every night, when work ended, and she walked to the park, she hoped he would be sitting there. Maybe he would insult her sense of fashion, or give her a basket of tomatoes - that he grown himself, of course - and tell her not to be a lazy sow and cook them properly- Those things... Had he done those things before? She couldn't recall; and, yet, she imagined him doing those things and speaking to her that way, and they seemed natural. Did Yuma like to garden? Had she truly forgotten something so important about her only friend? Friend... if she could call him that. She wondered if she could make it up to him, somehow, even if she ever saw him again. It seemed like a nice thought. But, when two weeks passed and she still hadn't seen him, Sora began to worry. He was busy, maybe. She couldn’t really say. But, it was normal. He had done this before. This time, it felt... Different. September 27th was an ordinary Thursday, for the most part. For whatever reason, Sora decided to go straight home that night. Perhaps it was the cold in the air, or the fact that her head felt a little foggy; but, she decided to skip the park, the library, the grocery store, and any other place that was her usual. She walked straight home in the dead of night. At least, it started as a walk. Something she couldn't pinpoint was nagging at her thoughts. She felt the invasive discomfort of eyes watching her back. She couldn't settle the ache in her stomach, the feeling of being followed, a nagging sensation that she wasn’t alone. Her blood was running colder and colder the more she pressed on, the further she left the city and the closer she drew to the suburbs. At some point, the feeling overwhelmed her. A voice in her head set off the peak of her fear: don't walk, run... someone's coming... you're being followed... run - run - run. And, she did. She started running, not a fast walk or a haste jog. She burst into a frantic sprint, running faster than she had in ages. She ran so fast her ears drummed violently in her ears, her mouth ran dry, and she struggled to breathe.

In fact, she likely stopped breathing when she started running; but, she wasn’t thinking about her body’s limitations. She could only hear a voice of danger, like a whisper in her ear, beckoning her along. She could only feel her instincts pushing her to the brink of sense and normalcy. It was like being in the center of a storm, an orchestra of fear. Then, she turned the corner where she lived, and all went silent. The voice of fear, pushing her along, had gone quiet. Her own heartbeat had calmed, and the white noise that overwhelmed her senses had silenced itself. Just like that, her worries drowned. But, Sora still turned around and looked behind her back, almost as if she expected to see someone. But, of course, there was no one there. She was alone in the night, with only the sounds of chirping crickets and the occasional hoot of an owl. There was the faint sound of traffic in the distance. She was alone... She was alone...

She choked it up to stress. That seemed the most logical explanation. The holidays were approaching, a stressful time for most people, especially those who lived alone. Work was hectic - more so than usual, anyway - with the increase of travelers who were irritable - troublesome, she wanted to call them. She hadn’t been eating as good as she should have: forgetting to eat, eating less than she should have. All that made for a logical explanation to all her-… Well, she didn’t want to call them hallucinations. That sounded irrational… That sounded downright insane, really. But, that's exactly what they were. They were hallucinations, they were irrational, and they were insane. She realized that in all her worries and distress, she sounded insane. This was a peaceful, quiet town. Her life was ordinary. Nothing strange happened around here. By the time Sora convinced herself to stop worrying over all that was plaguing her thoughts, it was October 2nd, and Sora walked home with company for the first time in weeks. She was walking down the busy road not far from where she worked, at the corner between the small grocery store and insurance offices. Cars were speeding by, people were moving in and out of the grocery store. She almost didn’t see him standing there. “Sow,” he said, plain as day, as if he hadn’t just gone silent for weeks, as if he had called her that a mere day ago. Sora looked at him as if she had forgotten who he was. Maybe she did. Maybe, in that short time, she forgot the contours of his face, the thickness of his ponytail, the gold shimmer in his eyes. But, as soon as their gazes met, she remembered who he was, like being struck by a violent deja vu. “Yuma,” she replied, greeting him back with a sort of casualty as if he hadn’t been gone for weeks. It should have hurt. But, it didn’t. She couldn’t explain why; but, she blindly accepted it. This… whatever this was. She stopped in front of him and choked on the urge to question him, but not because of his absence. When she looked at him, she was perturbed by something else, something beyond her own insecurities. He looked tired. He looked like he hadn’t slept or even closed his eyes in days. His hair looked dirty, clothes unwashed, with scuffs on his jawline. His arms were crossed, and she could see the torn skin on his knuckles. She shouldn’t, but she couldn’t not ask. “What happened?” and there it was. She was speaking in a soft, but firm voice. “-you look… like you got in a fight.” “Sow’s nosy,” Yuma criticized, in a voice that was casual, as if he wasn’t covering up his horrid condition with a cheap insult. “So?” she retorted, completely lacking in malice. “Tch. If you’re so worried - ya’ should see the other guy.” Sora couldn’t help but smile at that tongue and cheek. Yuma could take care of himself; that much she was certain of. But, maybe, she wondered why, but only for a moment, as if she knew the reason, but it flickered away before she could remember it, leaving her in a state to not bother asking why because-… she already knew the answer. Sora continued walking home and Yuma followed alongside her.

They were silent as they walked, not bothering to converse because-... Maybe, they didn't need to. There was really nothing worth talking about, anyway. She could complain about her job, bring up the newest book she was reading, or even tell him about the sale going on at the grocery store. There were plenty of mundane things to bring up... All she ever really thought about these days was mundane things, really.

She didn’t have any desire to talk about those things, though. There was a singular thought buzzing over and over again in her thoughts as she walked alongside Yuma. Sora avoided looking at him, perhaps out of fear she would blurt out what she was thinking.

Before she knew it, they were a few feet from her front door. She was approaching the front door and heard Yuma turn around when the desire overwhelmed her. She gave in. "Yuma, is-" There was a pause as Sora turned around and she saw Yuma stop walking. His hands were buried in his pockets and he turned his upper body to look at her. The sight struck her silent for a second.

In the dark of the night, in the glow of the street light, Yuma completely different, yet exactly the same thing. There it was again: that feeling of deja vu, like she had seen this exact moment before. She had seen Yuma like this before: a little bruised up, walking away from her, feet heavy on the sidewalk, in the glow of the street lights. Before the pause could become too long for comfort, she swallowed, and muttered, "-is there anything going on?"

He didn't bat an eye or look the least bit confused by her question. He plainly asked, "like what?" Sora stared at him for a moment, searching for the right words. There were many thoughts floating in her head that she didn't want to tell him: worries, fears... feelings that felt like memories. Like now... Like this moment...

"Like something's happening," she answered, and even she didn't know what she meant. Yuma didn't look bothered or confused; his expression didn't change at all. "I did get in a fight; but, you shouldn't worry about it," he answered. It felt forced. It felt like a distraction. He was directing her away from whatever she was thinking. Sora knew that. But...

"Okay." It was okay - no, it wasn’t. Yuma left without another word, and Sora stood outside her door until his footsteps went silent. It took longer than expected, but eventually the night went quiet.

The sun rose and Sora crawled into bed without bothering to change her clothes or brush her teeth. She stared at the blank space beside her. When she closed her eyes, she reached over and felt the empty space, as if looking for something. The house felt colder. But, of course it did; winter was steadily approaching, after all. It was quiet and empty. But, it had always been that way.

She did sleep... eventually.

A day went by. Then another... and another... and some more... and more... more... and Sora hadn’t seen Yuma again in weeks. It was harder this time. She left work hoping he would surprise her. She visited her favorite spot in the park, not to read, but with the hopes he would be there. She had been alone as long as she could recall. This was nothing new. For so long, it had been the life she had always known, and yet...

October 17th was the first day in years that Sora didn’t go to work. She didn’t call in sick. She laid in bed and glanced carelessly at the propped up cellphone that blared the time at her. Some hours passed and eventually her cell phone rang when she failed to show up; but, she didn’t bother answering. For once, she simply didn’t care. There was something about today: something she couldn’t explain, something she couldn’t remember. Something-... she forgot. It left a gaping hole in her chest that stung with each inhale.

“I forgot something-...”

She laid in bed for some time before taking a shower and sitting at her back porch for some odd amount of hours, staring up at the stars. She was dressed in an extra large T shirt and some loose pants. Her hair was a disaster and the skin on her face was lacking in color. Midnight rolled by before she knew it. Her stomach was aching with a pain of hunger that she couldn’t feel. Around six in the morning, she sat down at the dining table and stared blindly at the empty space across from her.

October 18th...

“I forgot some-...”

She didn’t know why; but, as the sun began to rise and spewed light into her kitchen, something snapped. Sora lowered her head gently onto the table and wrapped her arms around her skull. Her body trembled as she sobbed alone in her kitchen, soaking the table’s wood surface with tears and crying so violently she choked and struggled to breathe.

“I forgot-...”