#analog instruments

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Guilmon ignored him, shoving the envelope in his hands. It had already been unsealed, and it was tied with a blue and gold hoodie drawstring into a bundle. “What the hell is this?” Tomoro pulled at the string to loosen it. “Don’t open it!” There was a shred of panic in Guilmon’s voice, “I mean. Not yet. You might understand, someday, but…” Tomoro’s nostrils flared, “You’re not making any sense, Guilmon.” “No,” Guilmon said, “of course not,” they sighed, “listen. It’s a song.” “The one you were playing?” Guilmon nodded, “Just. It needs to exist in the world. If you could- I don’t know. Make sure other people hear it? Maybe play it, someday.” What a weird and desperate request. “You talk like somebody who doesn’t expect to live.” Maybe that was too blunt, but that’s how Tomoro saw it. “Hey,” he asked, “are you like- a prisoner here, or something?” “Of course not,” Guilmon said too quickly.

Soldier in a box... he's mighty lonely Soldier in a box... he's nothing special

Chapter 24 of Analog Instruments is up! Tomoro wants to free Guilmon from their cage- even if it means dragging them out, kicking and screaming.

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There were just too many weird things. Stuff Guilmon said and awkwardly walked back. Maybe Haremon had been sent by someone- but it wasn’t some shadowy evil human that would not be named, but Guilmon themself. Maybe…Tomoro was already in a trap, and Guilmon was walking him deeper into it.

He's serenading himself cuz nobody's there He's celebrating himself cuz nobody cares

Chapter 25 of Analog Instruments is up! See what happens when you lie? Now Tomoro thinks you want to kill him. For fuck's sake.

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He turned around. His digimon was always at his side, unless they got in a fight or something. Or maybe they got distracted by the scent of food, but Gekkomon was getting better at staying focused. “Gekkomon?” He shouted, “Armalizamon? Hey! Get over here.” A feeling like his organs sinking out through his skin. “Gekkomon?” So wait- Haremon had teleported him, but not Gekkomon. No, of course they hadn’t moved ArmaLizamon. They were a ways away from Reina and Tomoro. Tomoro chewed on his lip. So he was in some part of the mirror world he didn’t know, without his digimon, and his communicator was broken because of this stupid orange barrier. There better not be some hungry digimon here. He pushed vegetation away to get closer to the barrier- which stopped his hand as soon as he reached out. “Oh. You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered, slapping it. It made no sound but held its shape all the same. So you could phase through this thing to get in, but not out? What was this, some kind of cage? So he was trapped in a cage, maybe with something that wanted to suck him dry, with no way of defending himself and no one knowing where he was. Another typical Tuesday for Tenma Tomoro, if he was being honest.

I found a soldier in a box A souvenir that someone lost at such a cost  Oh no (oh no!)

Chapter 23 of Analog Instruments is up! Tenma is stranded in a strange place, but at least his company has good taste in music.

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“You wouldn’t dream of-” Asuka stopped himself, “Tomoro doesn’t even have a digimon. Back off, buddy.” The Adamantine grinned. “What? What’s it going to take to ever wipe that smug smile off your face?” “Tenma Tomoro doesn’t have a digimon, you say..."

If you want my elbows or my feet I’ll understand. You can tear my heart apart or take it whole.

This week in Analog Instruments: It gets worse! 🥲🎉

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“He’s familiar to you.” Kyo has leaned in ever so slightly and whispered into his ear. Asuka blinks. The lights above have constellations he can trace. “What was that?” They continue their slow dance, leaning into and out of each other. “Kanada. You already know him. A part of him.” Asuka frowns. “I want nothing to do with him,” he protests. Why would Kyo remind him of that man? It wasn’t fair. Kanada’s everywhere, but never here. He doesn’t have a right to be here, “it’s you I dance with here,” he reminds Kyo. Kyo chuckles, his voice deep and harmonious, “I know that, dear. This is not jealousy. Please, listen,” he lowers his voice, “He knows a lot about you, but you know a part of him well. You already know his shame. Use that.” “Use-?” “Use it. And come back to me,” Kyo kisses his hand, “please.”

(Thank you @aquaticnaho for letting me use her heckin cool art! It's kind of perfect for this part ngl) And, with that, chapter 7 of Analog Instruments is up! When Asuka dreams, he dreams of Kyo

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Kanada. He was the one who had lured Tomoro and Kyo to their possible deaths. He’d orchestrated everything. Tomoro lost a brother because of him. And from Asuka- he’d taken everything. Everything it seemed possible to take, and a few more things that it shouldn’t have been possible to take. Not just his home; his freedom. Not just his freedom; his body. Hands. The sun itself. Even his morals. Even his morals. Asuka had killed for Kanada. He had killed for him.

Chapter 19 of Analog Instruments is up! Seeing his brother forced to fight in a death match was Asuka's rock bottom, and he's officially had enough.

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He stopped suddenly and the piano trilled into the darkness, its only protest a dying note. His paw. His left paw was warm. He shut his eyes. By now, he could distinguish them by the sensation of their touch. Kyo’s hand was intense like a steel sword. Tomoro’s hand was intense like a rushing torrent. This was a river, pushing and pulling him all at once. “Tomoro,” he said, and put his other pad to his palm, as if to hold his brother’s hand as well. There was nothing between his pads though, and Tomoro, miles away, would feel nothing. He rested his head on his interwoven claws and let out a deep whine. “Thanks for coming over, little bro.” He muttered. Talk about not deserving things. If Tomoro knew what he’d really had been up to, would he even want to touch him? Asuka sighed, “Oh, Tomoro. Why do you still bother with this useless sack of bones?” As if in answer, the heat pulled away. Asuka blinked. “Tomoro?” He looked around as if the boy might be in the jungle with him. He. He had left? In a hurry, it felt like, and without even a squeeze on the shoulder or a pat on the arm that usually preceded his departure. Asuka swallowed. Oh. Well. Maybe his kid brother was coming to his senses, finally. Or getting bored of a brother who didn’t talk back. He took a steadying breath. OK, which movement was he on again? Oh, right-

If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman? If I'm alive and well, will you be there and holding my hand?

Chapter 17 of Analog Instruments is up! It's short, but brings us closer to canon than ever. I wonder why Tomoro left in such a hurry?

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Me before putting a new Analog Instruments chapter up