#digimon aniversary

[dr4k0n616]

Tomorrow is the 29th anniversary of Digimon as a franchise.

I still struggle to draw, but I guess I can do a little doodle from time to time

[nevertoooldtofangirl]

“We can still fly, on my love”

Happy Odaiba Memorial day!

I had hoped to be here having already watched Kizuna, enjoying a fulfilling sense of coming full-circle on this 21st aniversario of one of my all-time favourites. But here we are, with Kizuna only in Japanese, hidden somewhere in the depths of the web, and my job absorbing too much of my time for me to dig it up. In fact, it’s the reason why my posts stopped entirely for the last month.

But Odaiba Day deserves a post. If only for me to add to the algorithm with one more hashtag =D

And because this is a day for nostalgia, a day to remember, just like the Chosen Children (Digi-destined), those first adventures 21 years ago, to bring back and revisit all the excitement of a new episode, all the play pretends and all the ships we shipped before we even knew what shipping was, I leave you with the Latin American Opening, because I’m Latin American, and this is what I first think of when I think of Digimon <3

[wolf-cross]

When I was a child I used to dream that digimons were real and that they were hidden on nature because the humans in the past hunted them down, and that for some reason that I couldn’t imagine I was a chosen kid. And soon my partner would appear and take me to the digital world or just take me to a digimon village hidden on a forest or so. So I started taking one tsunomon toy whenever I went, it was my only true friend, he was there to listen to me whenever I told him how it was my day, or how I pressured I was because of school and more important, he was there when I wanted to speak about how I felt about my parents separation and how afraid I was, after some time I wasn’t able to control that thing and in result I ended up talking to my digimon toys as if they were in fact with me, stopped going out to play and instead played more with my digimons. in my family, to my cousins I told them that I was a chosen kid and my digimon all the time talked to me. My mom let me do that stuff i think because she probably thought that I was passing through a stage and probably I was acting like that because it was a way for me to confront my fathers situation, but as I said I wasn’t able to control it, so in some part of my life I almost only talked to my toys and I stopped caring about school because I was a chosen child.

On fifth grade of primary I knew some girls that were really nice to me and in contrast some guys that were nasty, not only on that order, but the important thing was that I kinda learnt how to socialize outside the “friends” I had since kindergarden, who were cool people but I could only speak with them because we knew each other from like all of our lives. Then when I entered junior high school I was so afraid my tsunomon accompanied me for the first week, and because of that tsunomon I knew my first friend on that new group. In that group, almost everyone thought of me like a baby brother and I can’t blame them, but the positive thing about it was that the group taught me how to make friend and how could I could act on public, letting me be weird on my own way.

Then I kinda freed myself and for three years I didn’t felt that tsunomon was the only friend I could talk to, then I started high school and once again I was super afraid but now I used my bad boy mask all the time, so I fake it. but on second semester I started on a new group, formed by like 46 boys and 4 girls or something like that, and because of my experience I thought they were going to be as nasty as before, So I started carrying tsunomon once again, at least until I founded 4 nice guys that acted kinda rude but were cool and I liked each one of them... On fourth semester on high school was the last I talked to tsunomon, not because I didn’t needed him but because I founded nice people I could call friends and I kinda understood that my journey as a chosen child had finished.

Perhaps digimons are not real, but to me they were one of the most real friends I had, all the problems I faced, all the feelings I was ashamed to show, all the words I didn’t knew how to say, all the situations I didn’t understood on that time, that tsunomon and all my other digimon toys lived those with me, and yeah I was a boy that kinda turned around the reality, but that helped me on that age, and now I’m proud that I lived all of that because well as Bon Jovi says It’s my Life. So I thank Digimon a lot and it’s a big deal in my life. and probably the adventure hasn’t ended.

P.D: If you wonder why the pic is about two digivice, well it was because as I said I thought I was a chosen child and there would be others, so I swore that if the day when I could knew my soulmate and true love come I would let her choose one and let her keep it. In resume, my father divorced my mother and he had another family even before that, so I stopped believing on love and on marriage the moment I knew about my father, but then I bought those digivice and thought that digimiracles could happen. 

[cute-little-dark-emperor]

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~Hikari and Botamon whistling the English Digimon Theme.~