#taiora week

[geneenart]

Day 6 Under the rain

[majestictaioraweek]

@ellieroxcosplayer always giving us the best. These past few days, she has created beautiful FanArts, and we love every single one of them.

We're fascinated by Sora, and she gives us so much love!

My new wallpaper—what about yours?

She also has this image in a Mimato-only version.

Go check out her X and Instagram (@Ellieroxcosplayer) and show her lots of love!

[taioraweek]

TAIORA WEEK 2024!!

We keep our promise and bring you the announcements and dates for our Taiora Week 2024. This time we do it well in advance (2 months) so we can organize ourselves better.

- We accept: fanfics, fanarts, headcanons, and coloring as long as they are all created by you.

- NSFW content is allowed.

- The week is focused on Taichi and Sora! But you can also include the rest of the Digimon characters.

- Mention our account so we can repost it or use the hashtag #taioraweek or #taioraweek2024

- Late submissions are welcome.

- Comment here if you have questions, or by PM.

[ayukaze]

PSA FOR THE DIGIMON FANDOM

Mimato Week was great but unfortunately due to certain people it was also filled with a great deal of distress and anxiety for most of us Mimato shippers.  

In March, there was some conflict between the Mimato and Taiora members of the Latam Digimon community, where things escalated to a personal level due to which both groups stopped associating with each other in every manner. Right before Mimato Week started, the page on facebook run by the Latam community received a threat from a fake account that the Mimato Week hashtag would be flooded with ships like Sorato, Koumi, Michi, Joumi, MeiMato etc. 

What actually went down during this event and proof of how are creators were specifically targeted can all be found in detail HERE!

But in case you don’t wanna check the account here’s a screenshot that proves how art was stolen, vandalised and reposted: 

We would’ve been fine with other ships content being posted in the tag because that kind of petty behaviour is just stupid and nobody cares about it anyway, but the fact that these people waited for our artists to post so they could steal the art and then disrespect it in such a manner just proves what kind of a mentality people running this account have. 

What I would like to bring to everyone’s attention on tumblr is that all of this drama and downright disrespect towards artists of our community was perpetrated by mods who are helping in organising @taioraweek @taioraworld 

Ironic don’t you think, that they can go ahead and pretend to hold an event for their ship while going behind everyone’s back to mess with another ship’s event? 

I can no longer, in good conscience, associate myself with this ship or this ship’s community so here’s what I’ve done: 

My past entries to Taiora Week have been deleted. 

Rewrite of No Strings Attached has been deleted from AO3. 

No Strings Attached on FanFiction.Net is permanently abandoned, and is under consideration for deletion. 

I cannot force any of you to take any action against these people, but just for a second think about all the artists who were affected because of the behaviour of certain people in the community, and how they’re afraid to share content publicly again. If you truly care about making Digimon fandom a fun place, then we have to take some stand against these people to let them know that their actions will have consequences. 

I’m going to tag @digievents​ and again just request that they do watch the Instagram proof and do not promote these Taiora Events on their blog. It’s just a request, I will be grateful if the mods agree to it but I understand if you chose to ignore it. 

With this, my final goodbye to Taiora fandom. 

If you followed me for Taiora content then now is the time to make your leave. 

[seventeenlovesthree]

Taiora week, day 1: Brave/Connection

“Listen, for the longest time, I’ve been afraid to ruin everything that has ever meant anything to me... I’ve been running away from all the consequences, everything, like the coward I’ve become. And I don’t want to keep doing this. So... The only way for me to make this right... To make up for the damage I’ve done... Is to actually be brave for once.”

Because jumping into action isn’t the only way to show your courage. Sometimes it’s about being honest to yourself and the people that mean the most to you.

[earlgreymon]

相合傘

@taioraweek 2021 // [day 5] romantic date aiai-gasa means to share one umbrella among two persons. in an anime/manga, you might see someone in love doodling a simple umbrella before scribbling their names with their crush like this. that's aiai-gasa. wrote this down after become a little bit too infatuated with that famous taiora thunderstorm/raindrop quote. @dutchforstrangers said she wanted to read this, so i gave it a go. the autumn theme is of course inspired by @noctisfishing ;)

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girlfriend: Should we just stay inside? The forecast says it’s going to rain today.

boyfriend: It won’t.

girlfriend: …how do you know?

boyfriend: Because I bring sunshine wherever I go.

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ii.

Sora had known Taichi for too long to be able to tell which was a strong premonition of his and which was just a mere joke stemmed out of his laziness. It was obvious he found carrying an umbrella was a hassle, especially when the sun was still hanging as he picked her in front of her apartment. However, Sora was always willing to take the precaution, even though that also meant she had to hold the umbrella for their whole walking date.

The forecast was right: it did rain some time later.

When Taichi got the first few drops on the tip of his nose, Sora couldn’t help but laugh triumphantly—a replacement for the ‘I told you so’ she wanted to say so bad. She proceeded to open her umbrella, somewhat relieved that she picked the old, big umbrella instead of the small, folded one because it wouldn’t be able to cover them both. Taichi had the figure of a typical jock, after all.

“This is not something I had imagined for a romantic autumn stroll,” Taichi complained grumpily, scooting Sora closer to him so both of them wouldn’t get splashed.

“Well, on the contrary, I think there’s something about the rain that gives a bit of romantic vibe,” Sora argued.

“Geez. Please tell me you’re not that kind of girl who’s dreaming of a kiss under the rain like Spider-Man and Mary Jane.”

“I know you act like a monkey sometimes, but I can’t imagine you’re willing to turn yourself upside down just for a kiss,” Sora giggled. “Also, doing such thing when you’re soaking wet seems… weird.”

Taichi then pursed his lips, taking a moment of silence to think. “The only romantic thing I can associate with the rain is aiai-gasa—which is kinda funny considering our situation right now.” He glanced momentarily at the umbrella above before looking back at her with a smirk. “I bet you did one with our names together in the back of your notebook when we were still in school, right?”

Wanting to wipe that cocky smile from his face, Sora pushed Taichi far enough to get his right shoe drenched. “I did not!”

It was true; she really didn’t.

(She made one in the middle of the book instead so that it would go unnoticed among her notes.)

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iii.

On the spur of the moment, the downpour turned way too heavy for her umbrella to take. They had no choice but to step aside and take shelter under a canopy right in front of a currently closed shop. Taichi pulled out the jacket he was wearing; its right sleeve was soaked, so he wrung it out before wrapping the jacket to his waist.

“I still don’t know why you love thunderstorms,” he then said with his arms folded, brows furrowed towards the dark grey clouds as if he was outdaring the sky. “There is nothing lovely about this kind of weather.”

A loud thunder roared back at his impolite remark.

“I guess you misunderstood me,” Sora said, folding her half-dried umbrella back. “I said I love thunderstorms, but I didn’t mean the chaotic kind of them.” She once got her laundry swept away during a gale, although it was part of her mistake since she forgot to take them inside.

“There’s a word for it, you know?” she continued. “Chrysalism. It means the tranquillity and peace that you feel when you’re indoors during a thunderstorm.”

“Okay, that is not a penchant to the thunderstorm,” Taichi protested. “You just love to have an excuse to stay inside your room and curl up in your blanket.”

“Hey, what can I say? I’m a homebody at the end of the day.”

“That’s why I want to ask you out today. You need to absorb some of the colours from the fallen leaves. Don’t you realise your skin is getting pale for being glued to your work desk way too long?” Taichi huffed. “What are you—a vampire?”

“Then thank God the sky was dark today, right? Or else my skin is going to turn diamond-like and we’ll make a headline tomorrow.” It was her turn to make a reference out of a movie, and Taichi rolled his eyes because she had to go with Twilight of all movies she could choose. Sora then brought herself closer to Taichi, circling her arms around him for a cuddle.

“There’s always a next time,” she tried to cheer him up. “We still have a month before winter. I promise you we’ll go out whether it’s hail, rain, or sunshine. But please, please bring your own umbrella. Better safe than sorry, no?”

Taichi sighed in defeat. For the second time today, Sora gave him a jubilant smile. As a consolation prize, she decided to hover for a kiss—a far more practical way rather than doing it upside down, in addition without being able to see the face of the person you were kissing. She then rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat that rhymes with the pitter-patter of the rain.

“You’re as warm as my blanket,” Sora closed her eyes sedately.

Taichi stroked her head with a tiny smile on his lips. “I told you I bring sunshine wherever I go.”

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iv.

As the thunder became faint and the rain got a bit gentle, Sora released herself from his warmth. “Shall we just go to my apartment before we’re straying too far?”

“I don’t think we can hang out so casually with your parents around—”

“Who said my parents are home?”

Taichi was lost for words at once. Sora’s smile finally turned into a smirk that was contagious enough to make him follow suit.

[noctisfishing]

Elegance

Taiora Week Day 02 - Elegance

Rated T: | Hurt/Comfort

Sorry for the lack of a title

Got another one for ya. This one-shot references Last Evolution Kizuna, and I didn't expect the story idea to take a turn on me.. but I ran with it and now I have to tell you I'm sorry if you have to grab a tissue after reading this.

Thank you for reading. <3

On the morning of her latest ikebana exhibition, Sora stood in front of her bedroom mirror, dressed in her favorite kimono. She kept her hair simple, tied back in a small ponytail with a few loose strands of hair tucked behind her ear. She liked the way she looked enough to be presentable in public, and most importantly in front of her mother.

Sora felt she had grown since her last exhibition. The flower arrangement this time felt more cohesive, with every flower, leaf, and branch perfectly falling into place from her careful thought and placement. It excited her, how especially proud of it she was, and she couldn't wait to show it off.

Yet, she was still nervous. And, all things considered, a lot had happened since her last exhibition a few months ago.

Taichi walked in, wearing a kimono himself. Sora spotted him through the reflection of the mirror, standing at her doorway. She slumped her shoulders and gave him a look.

"Taichi, you didn't have to dress up so formal like that," she said. "You're allowed to dress more casually."

"Can't a guy show support for his girlfriend?" he asked with a grin.

Sora smiled, then turned to Taichi as he approached her. He greeted her with a soft kiss, then Sora took his hands into hers.

"You look great."

"So do you. Just more beautiful. And elegant."

Sora flushed, averting her eyes. "You're just saying that."

"No way! I mean it. You're different than you were before."

Sora looked back at him. "I am?"

"I've been noticing it. Remember when we were younger and I would come by your house to invite you to play football, but you would be dressed up like you are now?"

"Mmhmm."

"You were hard to read, but not about that. You always had a scowl on your face like you would rather be anywhere but in that kimono."

Sora pressed her lips together, then let out a giggle. "You're right. I hated it."

"And then, you started hating it less. You still wore kimonos, but at some point you didn't seem sure of yourself. Even with a smile on your face, I could tell that you were still thinking about something." Taichi kept his stare on her, smiling fondly. "Look at you now. You look comfortable and confident in that kimono, and you're ready to show off your hard work. Plus, you actually want to be here this time around."

Taichi grinned again, and Sora smiled back, believing every word he had told her.

"That's what I mean by 'elegant', Sora. It's more than the kimono - it's who you are."

The way he stared at her, the words he said - Sora was in awe of how wonderful Taichi was being to her in that moment. Wonderful, loving, and encouraging, just how she knew her partner had been.

Her partner...

With that, Sora burst into tears. Memories of Piyomon flashed into her mind, from the moments leading up to her last exhibition, her snapping at Piyomon, and then Piyomon showing up with flowers, to the final moments with her on that cold, rainy evening.

"Sora…" Taichi said, his hands reaching the sides of her elbows on her sleeves. "Sora, I'm sorry..."

Taichi held her in his arms as she cried, and she heard his voice laden with guilt.

"Don't apologize, Taichi," she replied, sniffling, Sora had known that Taichi meant well. He knew that this day was going to be hard for her, so it was just like him to keep her spirits high as best as he could. Although when she looked up at him, her face tear-stricken, she knew that she had to cup his cheeks and wipe away the tears rolling down from them.

She knew that it was just as hard for him. Even he had his own moments in which she had to cradle him in her arms. She wanted to uplift him just as much, though she knew in her heart that they both still missed their Digimon partners.

But, she had to compose herself. Taichi was in front of her, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. The two of them were stumbling, but they held onto the other to help pick each other back up.

"Piyomon would be worried if she saw me crying this much," Sora said.

"Agumon would probably try to give me food to help cheer me up," Taichi added, and Sora couldn't help but laugh.

"He would probably ask Piyomon where to find some first and she would yell at him for it."

Now they were both laughing. Sora's mood improved after that, though she exchanged an embrace with Taichi for a few more moments before she felt well enough to continue her day.

After they parted, Sora returned to her mirror and retouched her hair and makeup, then looked to Taichi.

"How do I look?" Sora asked.

"Just as beautiful and elegant as you were when I first walked in."

Taichi was amazing to her, that was for sure.

Just before she stepped out of her house, with Taichi following behind, she noticed a vase of flowers sitting on the coffee table, a vase that hadn't been there before. Sora recognized these flowers, but they were not part of her ikebana display that day. They were anemones, white petals with a soft, yellow center - the same flowers that Piyomon had given to her to cheer her up one day.

Sora remembered telling Taichi the story about these flowers once, but she didn't think that he would remember. She stopped and turned to him, staring at him as she waited for an explanation.

"I wanted to give you something for good luck," he said, smiling, though now he seemed uncertain. "I thought these would be nice. I think she'd think so, too."

With her eyes blurring, Sora leapt forward and threw her arms around Taichi, meeting him for a deep kiss.

"Thank you," she whispered when they parted lips, and she pressed her forehead against his, both of them standing in understood silence for a few moments. Her heart still tugged at missing Piyomon, but Sora imagined how proud Piyomon would be of her now, just as she was about to present her proudest work to everyone, and that she was standing with a boy that she had fought against her uncertainties about to be at the happiest she had ever been.

[geneenart]

Day 5 - Stolen/drunk kiss

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