I just launched my Yamato x Sora royalty/bakery AU! This gorgeous, stunning, amazing cover art is by @llamavillana! Thank you, I can’t begin to thank you enough! Llama has so much incredible art on her Tumblr, please check it out (have you seen this cutie cute cute Koushiro?!)! Can you even believe how soft this piece is?! And I adore the use of greenery. AND LOOK HOW PRINCELY YAMS IS AND HOW ADORABLE AND LOVELY SORA IS, I CANNOT!!!!!!
Read it on AO3 for stock images and art by me! It’s also on FFN!
Summary:
Yamato and his brother, Takeru, were born to royal parents from different countries, who wed to seal the peace between their warring nations. The brothers were sent to live in Autun, their mother's country, until coming of age- and now, Yamato is old enough to return to Hakone, his father's country, where he will one day rule. Displaced and missing his home and his brother, Yamato wanders into a café selling pastries he often ate in Autun... And meets Sora, a woman who exudes welcome and comfort. A bakery/royalty AU about finding your home and your path.
Main characters: Yamato, Sora, Jyou, Takeru, Mimi, but the entire Adventure/02 cast is included
The main couple is Yamato x Sora, but there are additional minor couples.
I wrote this for Nanowrimo 2021 and edited/made art for it during @campdigimonth! I plan to update every other week for... Well, for a while, as lots of content is ready to go! I’ve been working and sitting on this for three months, and I am so so SO excited to share it with you all! Please enjoy it, and let me know if you liked it! Thank you so much!
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summary: after the fallout, hikari is left to pick up the pieces. growing up is messy business, and hikari has a lot to learn.
a/n: hi! this is chapter one of my @campdigimonth project! each chapter will focus on a singular month in the year that hikari tries to find herself. it's kind of self-indulgent, as hikari is my best girl, but i wanted to see what would happen if (for once!!) takeru was rightfully upset with hikari.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
pairing: takeru x hikari
summary: The world has changed since Takeru lost his digimon, since Hikari broke off their engagement, and since he moved to Paris to get away from it all. [ao3, ffnet]
note: had this in the drafts for so long and finally got to writing this piece of chaos for @campdigimonth earlier this month, but just got to editing it now ^___^;
The tears fall as she pleads, “Don’t trade your dreams for me, Takeru.”
“I would in a heartbeat.”
“I know you would! That's why you shouldn't!” Takeru can only stare at her in confusion, until her spasm of sobs settles down and she continues, “because I couldn’t.”
What dreams may come
The sun sets on this perfect day, painting Hikari’s path home a brilliant golden hue.
She is walking home after a long, rewarding day of work, at the first digimon integrated school in the countryside. As she arrives, she finds the home filled with the aroma of a meal fresh from the fire. Takeru is in the kitchen, preparing dinner.
“Got out early today?” she asks, taking a seat at the table.
He nods, not turning from the dish he is assembling on the countertop. “Patamon’s just finished picking fruit out back for dessert,” he says.
“Patamon? How did he…?”
“It’s almost time to cut the cake.”
“What cake?”
“The wedding cake.”
As Hikari opens her mouth to ask, there is pounding on the front door. Somehow she already knows who they are, even before the protestors reach the kitchen windows to roar, “Begone Digimon!”
She stands to pull the curtains, as years of school safety drills have trained her to. It is only when she almost trips on her trail that she realizes: she is in a wedding dress. Takeru comes to lift her veil, carrying a cake knife in one hand, and the cake in question in the other.
The two layer affair is otherwise perfectly innocuous, if not for the fact that it is a mesh of instant ramen noodles, soup and toppings spilling over its sides.
“Take this,” Takeru says, offering her the knife to cut the first slice.
He lays the ramen cake on the table before them, freeing a hand to gently caress Hikari’s cheek. It remains here as their eyes meet, and hold each other in a moment, as the roar of the radicals echo all around them.
“Come on, take it,” he whispers into her ear, entwining his other hand in hers to pass her the cutting knife, before everything bursts into a blinding light.
“We need you to take this.”
“Mmnph?” Hikari blinks weakly into the light.
“If we can’t get that fever back down I’m taking you back to the hospital.”
“What are you doing here…”
“Bringing your medicine.” There is a blister pack on her palm. A glass of water on the bedside table.
“...in Japan…?”
Takeru sighs. He reaches over to place a cool hand on her cheek once more, smoothing some ruffled hair along the way. “Maybe we should head back to the hospital after all.”
Hikari shakes her head. “Things are just… foggy.”
He hands her the glass as needed, then heads to the door to close the lights.
“I’ll be out here” he says before exiting to Hikari’s living room, leaving her to all dream and delirium — of perhaps the past, or of the present, or of some infinite fantasies of what could and could not be.
The Iron Lady is lovely but she much prefers Tokyo Tower, Hikari thinks as she stands at the top of the city of lights.
The landmark will soon close for the night and Hikari is almost alone at its summit. It’s her last night in the country — after a week in the city celebrating the completion of Takeru's masters degree — and he wanted to send her off with something special.
They were supposed to go together but the dean of his department suddenly called an urgent meeting, just as they were stepping out of his apartment. He was ready to explain that he couldn't make it, but Hikari insisted he go, saying it sounded important. With some hesitation, Takeru agreed, and so it was decided that they were to meet at the tower later that night, for Hikari’s final farewell to the city.
Takeru is running late, but this is understandable. After all, he had a lot to get in order before moving back to Tokyo.
There were thesis manuscripts, diploma applications, besides the endless list of completion requirements for his scholarship. He might need to stay a couple more weeks accomplishing them all, but Hikari was at least grateful to be seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. These past two years had been the most difficult of their relationship.
When Takeru started his master’s program, they thought the only issue would be the time difference, given international travel via Digital World was still a viable and easy mode of transport.
That was, until some enterprising Chosen had the brilliant idea of capitalizing on this as a service for those without digimon, and with no business being in the Digital World.
Soon after launching this service, the Digital World started rejecting everyone, even the Chosen, if they had no good reason being there. Those who attempted to take advantage of this were often found worse for wear — that is, if they were found at all. (It had been hypothesized that some who continued to attempt travel via this route were simply rerouted to different dimensions, though with the absence of any residual evidence, researchers were still struggling to concretize this claim.)
This forced the pair into a long distance situation they could not have prepared for. They had never truly been apart, from middle school up to university. In fact, the latter brought them only closer, as they lived together for the later half of Takeru’s degree.
The distance hit Hikari harder, as this past year especially was one of the most challenging of her life. Being a Chosen in Tokyo was changing in ways none of them could have imagined, and was especially challenging for the Chosen adults who somehow still had their digimon.
There was so much she needed to tell Takeru, so much he needed to understand of the new world he was returning to — more than any voice call could have ever sufficiently conveyed.
She had tried to broach the subject these past few months, and even the past few days since she’d been in town, but Takeru was often in such a good spirit that she simply did not have the heart to spoil it — especially considering how delicate a topic digimon were to him now.
She would tell him when he got back, when he could even see for himself. Until then, they may share their final happy moments in this city of love, before crashing back to reality back home.
As if on queue, Takeru emerges behind Hikari, enveloping her in an embrace from behind, nuzzling his nose onto the crook of her neck. Hikari can’t help but giggle as the soft tips of his blonde hair tickle the base of her ear.
“I guess someone’s happy to see me,” Takeru says, giggling now too.
“I was just appreciating the view,” she replies, raising her nose in feign disdain. At this, he too looks out to take in the stretch of city below.
“It is great now, isn’t it?”
“In great company,” she replies, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder, taking his arm in hers. Takeru instinctively wraps this arm around her, drawing her to his chest, where Hikari could almost hear the hidden beating of his heart.
“Hikari,” he says. She looks up to meet his gaze, so near that her eyelashes almost brush his nose. “Has this week been alright?”
“The best in a while,” she replies, nestling back into his chest. “I’m with you.”
“If that’s the case, how would you like to—”
Takeru breaks away.
“—be with me forever?” he continues, kneeling before her and pulling open a little velvet box from his back pocket. Inside is a simple rose gold affair, set with a single pink sapphire. A matching ring of green sapphire sits secure in Takeru’s other pocket.
Hikari is speechless. She squeals in ecstasy as she leaps into his arms and they twirl in an embrace of perfect euphoria, until Takeru misses a step and they fall together to the platform floor, laughing only harder — ditzy, dizzy, and in love.
They pause only to allow Takeru to fit the ring onto Hikari’s finger, and on him, his own, before entangling themselves once again in each other’s arms, across the observation deck floor.
“I love you, Hikari Yagami.”
“I love you, Takeru Takaishi,” she says, laying on his chest. For a moment, they are back in their tiny Tokyo apartment, before the distance and dissension, back when everything was simpler, and all was still as it should have been.
“Imagine,” Takeru says, closing his eyes, caressing Hikari’s soft hair atop his chest. “Cooking you dinner every night.”
“Making your bento every morning.”
“And waking up—” Takeru takes a breath. “—to this,” he sighs, slowly opening his eyes so that their eyes meet, and hold each other once again in this perfect moment.
“Then sending you off with a kiss,” Hikari giggles, laying a delicate kiss upon his lips before bringing herself back to lie on his chest.
“As we part before the Seine,” Takeru says wistfully.
Hikari looks up. “You mean the Sumida?” she corrects.
“I’m sorry, I almost forgot,” Takeru laughs. ”I got a job.”
“What? When?”
“Just now, they offered me an associate professorship at the department,” he says with the proudest of smiles.
“Wow,” is all Hikari could say. “Did you take it?”
“I had to run it by you first, of course.”
Hikari pulls away from Takeru to stand.
“So what do you think?” he asks, picking himself up as well.
“Do you want it?”
“Well, it’s tenure track. The department’s alright.”
“One of the best in the world,” she replies, recalling how competitive Takeru had to be to get into this university in the first place. Top of his class, of the entire history of his program, and still he had hoops to go through to get in.
After a moment of consideration, she says “You should take it.” Takeru cannot look more pleased.
“Thank you,” he says. “There’s that beautiful kindergarten right beside our building, remember? It’ll be just like before,” he says eagerly, taking her into another embrace — only this time, she does not return it.
As he pulls back to inquire why, she says, “I found a new job too.”
His eyes widen in surprise. “I didn’t know you were looking.”
“I quit the preschool—”
“What? Why?”
“—last semester.”
His eyes grow with more concern, the slightest hint of betrayal. “Why didn’t you tell me?
“I just never got the chance. You were always just so busy, or too happy.”
Hikari immediately realizes that, though this is her truth, it is also an accusation. It flashes for only a second, but Hikari could not have missed the deep hurt reflected in his eyes, an expression she had only ever seen twice: each time she had seen him lose his partner.
For a minute, nothing but the crisp evening breeze passes between the two, until Hikari finally says, ”I’m sorry, I just hadn’t figured out how to explain it. It’s… a different kind of school, a digimon integrated school.”
“What does that mean?”
“Somewhere kids and their partners could learn together. About digimon, alongside digimon.”
“That’s new,” Takeru says as he attempts to process the novel concept.
“The first in Japan. Maybe the first in the world.”
Takeru takes a second more to internalize this, before he tenderly takes her hands in his, and with a satisfied smile, says, “I guess it’s time to go home then.”
But he is the only one smiling.
“That isn’t what you want, Takeru.”
“I just want to be with you,” he says, holding her hands only tighter.
She knows that he means it.
And this is why she says, “You should take the position. I’m sorry,” She drops his hands and runs down the observation deck, leaving him dumbstruck and alone, at the top of the world.
Takeru is so stunned he doesn’t come to his senses until a custodian informs him that the tower is closing for the night. He rushes down the deck to follow Hikari only to find her nowhere in sight.
After countless missed calls, he scours the tower grounds calling her name, only stopping when a policeman threatens to arrest him for disturbing the peace at such an unhallowed hour.
He needs a plan. He makes a list of all the places she could have possibly gone in the city. By this time though, his phone is dying, so he decides his first stop should be the apartment to charge, lest she finally call back only to find his line dead.
To his surprise, he finds Hikari’s bags packed neatly by the apartment door, boarding pass peeking timidly from one of its outer pockets. Hikari is fast asleep on the sofa bed, so exhausted that she doesn't even stir when Takeru sits to stroke her tousled hair. It’s only when he gets this close that he finds her pillow wet with tears.
Pale moonlight falls on both the woman before him and the city about them — these two he had been his home these past few difficult years.
Torn between the city of lights and the light of his life, he looks first at Hikari, then out to the cityscape below, before deciding what he has to do.
The morning was a mad rush to catch Hikari’s flight. She was so tired from the night that she slept through the morning news, three alarms, and only awoke when Takeru tenderly kissed her into waking, whispering the sweet, sultry nothing, “We’ve got ten minutes to get to the airport.”
She could not have been more thankful for the Takaishis that morning, for Takeru had already loaded her luggage into the trunk, and both his grandfather and the old beetle were revved up and ready to go the second they dashed out the door.
With the old man at the wheel, she was sure of two things: that she would catch her flight, and that they had both just lost about an inch of their lives (maybe two, with the express knowledge that the vehicle had long ruined seat belts and no airbags.)
When they arrive at the drop-off, Hikari checks that her passport and boarding pass remain intact, while Takeru and his grandfather unload her bags from the trunk. It is only when she emerges from the car that she finds more luggage than she had packed and Takeru hugging his grandfather goodbye.
As they break apart, Takeru says, “Almost forgot,” as he hands the older man his apartment keys.
“You two take care. And again, congratulations,” the man replies, heading back to the driver’s seat. “Don’t forget my favorite drinks at the reception!” he shouts, speeding away as abruptly as they’d arrived.
“What are you doing? Hikari asks, certain that this must be a mistake.
“Catching our flight,” Takeru replies, flashing his own freshly printed boarding pass, with his usual cheeky grin.
“When did…?”
“Last night. I wanted to tell you but someone fell asleep on me,” he says in a good-hearted tease.
“But all the paperwork—”
“Grandpa’s on it. I gave him everything he needs while waiting for you to wake up,” he explains. “Come on, we’ll miss our flight,” he says, reaching for her hand, but she only pulls away.
“This isn’t what you want, Takeru.”
“I just want to be with you.”
This hurts all the more because she knows that it’s true, and that he has absolutely no idea what this now implies. How could she ask him to forgo his better for her worse?
The tears fall as she pleads, “Don’t trade your dreams for me, Takeru.”
“I would in a heartbeat.”
“I know you would! That's why you shouldn't!”
Takeru can only stare at her in confusion, until her spasm of sobs settles down and she continues, “because I couldn’t.”
With this, Hikari witnesses the precise moment when Takeru realizes what had tormented her all night: that it wasn’t a question of geography, but of fair reciprocity.
He was ready to sacrifice his career for her, while she could not say she would do the same. She wasn’t going to give up the digimon school. Not after a lifetime of wishing for it, and not after realizing its need. How could she ask him to forfeit his future for hers, when she could not?
The airport speakers pop into life. Their gate is open. Standby for boarding.
“Come on, we could talk on the plane,” Takeru says, reaching for her once again. She pulls only further away, shaking her head.
“Hikari,” he says delicately, trying to find her eyes through her crestfallen fringe. “Is this really what you want?”
He waits for a response, but she simply bites her lips, suppressing all audacity and selfish desire, until the speakers blare once again.
As they echo their crackling call, all she can say is, “I’m sorry,” as she reaches for her baggage and rushes to the terminal, leaving him once again, all alone in the city of lights.
A/N: Part Two of this multi-part fic inspired by Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants is here and features the lovely Sora. It took me a while to write this because even though I knew the direction I wanted to take, writing Sora's POV is quite difficult for me to do. She's such a complicated character, and I wanted to hone in on her worries and fears, especially on making choices for herself. I think I did an alright job and feel happy with how this turned out. This is technically part of @campdigimonth but I also completely didn't meet my goals for the month - though I will say that my creativity towards writing has skyrocketed thanks to the January challenge and I am so thankful for it!
Part One
Characters: Sora Takenouchi (POV), Toshiko Takenouchi, Mimi Tachikawa (mentioned) | Relationships: Sora and Toshiko (mother & daugher), Sora and Mimi (friendship) | Genre: Hurt and Comfort | Setting: Roughly 18 months after the events of Digimon Adventure 1999 | Word Count: 1,644
Golden morning sunbeams fluttered through half-open window shutters, bathing the bedroom in an ethereal glow. It might have been peaceful, had she taken the time to notice, but Sora sat on the edge of her bed, right foot tapping the floor up and down, up and down, and her entire body jostled from the haphazard movement. Not that it bothered her. The effect was stimulating, something to occupy her brain while her gaze never veered from the digital alarm clock perched on top of her dresser. She watched for what seemed like days before 9:59 flickered into 10:00. A sharp exhale hissed out from pursed lips. Seven more hours until she needed to leave.
The taps grew into passion thumps as the next minute dragged on and on, each 60 second interval feeling like it grew longer the last, even though ten minutes had already zipped by in this fashion before Sora had even known it. Her foot ached, and unbidden memories surfaced of the countless times her and Taichi stayed behind long after football practice had ended, working on drills and techniques until the sun barely peeked over the horizon and the field was basked in twilight’s grey-purple glow. Her feet had often throbbed by the end of those prolonged sessions.
What would Taichi think after tonight? What would the team think?
A lump calcified in her throat, but she shook the billowing clouds of doubt from her and shielded herself from their potential deluge like the casting of an umbrella.
No. She wouldn’t be soaked. She’d bat away every last dubious raindrop. Storms didn’t frighten Sora, not even the ones she created herself in the deep recesses of her mind. Because despite knowing that she was making the right choice, those cumulonimbus clouds loomed over her like dark towers, always spearing her with questions.
Was it the right choice? Was she absolutely sure?
Sora groaned, flopping backwards onto the bed and hugging her knees against her chest. She hadn’t told anyone – not her mother, not Taichi, and not even Mimi, even though she lived in a completely different country. Maybe she should have. Two weeks ago during their last phone conversation, Sora had hinted at her nervousness about a decision she felt was important to make, and even giving Mimi that vague description was a weight off her chest. But Mimi hadn’t pried, whether it was because the hint had flown over her head or because of the taut tone of Sora’s voice at the time. Now, Sora wished she had dug deeper into it, realizing that she wanted to confess everything to someone.
Her thoughts drifted back to Taichi. When she first set firm in the decision, she had immediately wanted to confide in him. He was her best friend, didn’t he deserve to know? As she wrestled with her feelings, it became clear that deep down, she craved his approval. Even after everything they’d been through, she still depended on his support instead of using her own two feet, but she had to go through with this herself.
Didn’t she?
Sora chewed the bottom of her lip. Taichi would be devastated, not only stung by her decision but slapped by her hiding it from him. Not to mention everyone else. How could she let them all down like this, without warning?
It was times like this where her heart ached for Piyomon, an agonizing bleeding that throbbed in sync with every pulse of life it pumped in her chest. Her partner would listen to anything Sora said, sharing in her happiness, wallowing in her fears; it didn’t matter, it was always together.
She tried to mentally force Piyomon beside her, wondering what the little pink bird would say about her situation and what advice she would offer. Whispers of her voice flitted in Sora’s memory. Something encouraging, no doubt, something about being true to herself. If only she could ask Piyomon what that meant.
There was a light rapping against her bedroom door, and her mother’s head popped through the crack.
“What are you doing?”
Sora bolted forward into her original sitting position, wearing a shaky smile.
“Hanging out,” she said lamely.
Her mother quirked an eyebrow, but instead of asking further, she held out a brown package.
“This came in the mail for you. All the way from New York City.”
She was on her feet in an instant, pouncing forward like Tailmon during a hunt then cradling the package as if it was a helpless Nyokimon. She swallowed the burning sensation in her throat but it only crept up towards her eyes. Dotted all across the front were stamps of all shapes, sizes, and colors - a Statue of Liberty, Cinderella’s Castle at Disney World, the New York City skyline, a neon Las Vegas sign, and so many other United States sights and attractions she couldn’t name.
Oh, Mimi…
“I’ll be out for most of the day,” her mother said, resting a gentle hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “You’re alright?”
“Yeah,” Sora choked out. “M’fine, Mom.”
She remained motionless, caught in a strange, dreamlike state. Although she heard her mother rustling in the doorway, the clicking of her shoes on the hardwood and jangling of keys, Sora was a million miles away, or at least 7,000. The transition had been yet another upheaval in her life, and chatting on the phone twice a month for an hour (and even that was expensive) wasn’t nearly the same as seeing her several times a week. She hadn’t felt this close to Mimi since the morning she left Odaiba, wrapped around each other’s arms, shaking amidst heaves of sobbing.
When the apartment front door closed with a click, Sora inhaled deeply through her nose and ripped the package open. The bundle inside was soft, but before she had a chance to inspect it, a slip of folded paper fell to her feet. She picked it up, unravelling it with the utmost care until Mimi’s elegant and sprawling script faced her.
Sora, my dear! I hope this arrives in time for when you need it. I wish I could give you the biggest hug, but in my absence, I think this will fit you and give you the confidence it gave me when I needed it most. It’s yours now so make it your own. Sometimes, it’s difficult to tell when a choice is good or bad, and sometimes that part doesn’t matter all that much. What’s more important is that the choice is yours and yours alone. All my love, Mimi.
Thick tears rained down Sora’s cheeks and she pressed the note against her soothed heart. She unwrapped the parcel, fully aware of what confidence booster Mimi had mailed across oceans and continents to her doorstep. Sora remembered the first day back to school after summer vacation in 1999 like it was yesterday, bringing a smile to her lips despite the tears still flowing. None of the Chosen had really understood how to go back to a “normal” life, and then came Mimi, waltzing down the hallway in her tattered but roughly mended cowgirl dress, proving that normal and abnormal could coexist peacefully and reminding them that it hadn’t all been a dream.
Sora brought the fabric to her face, breathing in Mimi’s familiar and missed floral aroma. Her fingers ran across hand sewn stitches, many of them erratic, and while lacking in finesse, they radiated love. The dress was perfect as it was in her hands, and yet…
It’s yours now so make it your own.
Despite being home alone, she tip-toed across the hall into her mother’s bedroom. Neatly assembled in a bamboo box next to the nightstand was an old embroidery kit. Sora was shakier at the art compared to her mother, but had been practicing at flower applications, which called to the dress like long lost lovers.
She brought the box back to her own room and sat on the floor, back propped up against her bed with her legs stretched out in front of her. For the first time since she’d woken up, she lost herself in the work and hours drifted by like grains of sand in an hourglass.
“Sora!” her mother called. “You’ll need to leave soon if you’re going to make practice on time!”
Jostled back to reality, Sora glanced up at the clock. 3:45. How in the world hadn’t she noticed? Not even her stomach had alerted her to the passing lunchtime hours, and now that she was thinking about it, a rumble echoed inside her belly. A smile played on the corners of her lips. Oh well. It wasn’t like she would be gone for long.
With renewed spirit, she peeled her school uniform off and shimmied into the cowgirl dress. It didn’t zip all the way up; Sora’s shoulders were broader than Mimi’s, but she didn’t care. She pulled a white cardigan over her arms and spun on the balls of her feet, watching the hem flutter and dance with her repeated twirls. Outside of the emerald uniform, Sora hardly wore dresses and skirts, but she embraced the freedom this one in particular bestowed upon her. Her gaze lingered on the newly embroidered wildflowers that rose from the bottom right-hand hem. They weren’t perfect. Her lavender blossoms weren’t uniform, the daisy petals wobbled in a few spots, and her hemlock leaves looked a tad wilted. But together, they elevated the dress, giving the fabric additional beauty and texture.
She could take out the Dark Masters single-handedly in this dress.
Surely, she could handle tonight.
“‘I’ll be home quick,” she told her mother with a soft kiss to the cheek, and before she gave the older woman a single breath to speak, bounded out the door.
First of all, a happy New Year to each and everyone of you! Cheers to a wonderful year full of old and new friendships, sparkles and loooots of new fandom content.
Talking about fandom content, this month it's Camp Digimonth which is the perfect event to start creating new content for the Digimon fandom and family! So let's continue with goal announcement.
For this @campdigimonth I...:
... will be working on -and hopefully publish, which is the actual goal by the 31st of January- the third chapter of my Taiora (and background Koukari) centered fic Sway with me. Read the first two chapters on FFN or AO3.
Sway with me is an AU with lots of dancing about connection and chemistry.
... will be drafting some small scenes and passages and do some further outlining for a new (partially) canon compliant Taiora-project. This project got sparked during discussions in the Taiora Discord server and I will use both this server and a recently found outline/timeline application to draft some writings. I will work on this project for a maximum of 2 hours in the weekends.
... will be drafting some Astrology analyzing for my Digimon Astrology Journey series (Yamato/Jyou and Hikari/Takeru).
The idea is to at least work on two out of three of these points during the month January. I'm excited! Any questions on either of the three projects? Don't hesitate to contact me ^^
In true clumsy fashion, I am late to post :P Here are my @campdigimonth goals. Thank you so much to @ahiddenpath for taking the initiative, and to @ri-ships-takari for inspiring me to commit! I’m so excited to see more Digimon content to come from this!
Primary goal
My main goal is to finish editing my current WIP. I’m currently halfway through the first edit, but find myself rushing through it. I got really discouraged because I’m not sure if I’m losing my muse, my anxiety pushing me to rush, or writing fatigue. So I’m hoping to edit a chapter a day, and accomplish focused, worthwhile edits with concerted effort
Secondary goal
Finally start my 02 rewatch and create my episode-by-episode gifs. I’ve mentioned earlier that I’m dreading rewatching 02 out of fear that it won’t live up to how I remembered it as a child. I’ve watched the first two episodes, but kept putting it off :P Hopefully, this January, I’ll actually get around to it!
Bonus: I’ve been obsessed with watching Running Man (also why I kept putting off rewatching 02). I’ve mused around with a Running Man headcanon for the Adventure kids. Maybe I’ll write it up and post it by the end of the month!
