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hinagamoizaf · 2 years

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Watching DA:LEK during another trip around the Sun

Focus on colour

Earlier this week I turned a year older & pretty much since my time in Ports, I have a mini tradition of watching my favourite films on my birthday. It’s also more accurate to say that they’re coming-of-age films, I re-watched Last Evolution Kizuna (2020). Out of the way, LEK is genuinely drop dead gorgeous. Yeah it was a theatrical release, but this is legit the best DA has looked imo, even better than the reboot.The art direction, the lighting, I’m not even touching on the animation; it all belongs in a gallery. Something that has always intrigued me is the use of colours in the film. Whenever I visualised LEK in my mind, blue & a variation of summer hues are the most prominent palettes that are ingrained into my memory. Obviously, Taichi & Yamato’s colour schemes are orange & blue; there’s that association that’s been around for the past 2 decades with these characters. Initially I was thinking of writing a piece that analyses the use of colours scene by scene. Yeah so um, I’m just busy straight up. But I still want to shed light on what stuck out to me the most.

Colour choices

There’s the colour scheme of the characters with their crests / Digimon partners, and also the colour scheme of their clothes. The Crest of Courage & Agumon are orange (sometimes yellow for the latter), Gabumon & the Crest of Friendship are blue : basic Taichi & Yamato colours as discussed before.

Taichi As seen with Taichi’s signature clothes all the way from DA (1999), he usually wears blue clothing items. We see this in 02, Tri he had a mixture, & typically in all the scenes of LEK, Taichi is wearing variations of blue with his attire. Yamato has always had his ugly green singlet. In 02 what we do see of his casual clothes it’s actually black, from Tri my most prominent memory is his rocker black hoodie & the green jacket when they fought Alphamon. Coming close to his hipster brother, Yamato is arguably the best dressed male Chosen Child & during LEK, it’s a mixture of green & black clothing items. (Yes there are scenes for both where this colour choice isn’t always the same, likewise in promotional art. I’m just pointing out the most obvious ones.) Orange is a secondary colour from a combination of passionate red & optimistic yellow, it’s naturally a warm colour; these attributes fit Taichi. You’ll also see it associated with the autumn season & Halloween, all that stuff. *Incoming personal take, not related to colour theory or symbolism. Literally just my own opinion, it may change* Despite how loud orange is, I don’t see it standing on its own. It’s an in between colour for me; I see it, I think ‘that's just a mixture of red & yellow’. Yeah it’s associated with warmth, joy & enthusiasm, but again you get that more with yellow & red; it’s a colour that’s part of a package. Paradoxically, I personally think the same can be said for Taichi. Sure, he’s the main goggle-head leader & poster boy for DA. But when you think of a leader, you also think of his team members. *Your chance to walk away from LEK spoilers* Aside from the main message of growing up, Taichi’s goodbye with Agumon also represented his ‘in between dynamic’ with his partner. At the start of the film, he had his thesis which he wasn’t that sure what to write about. Similarly being a Chosen Child, of course Taich cares about Agumon & his duty, but he just manages the bare minimum amount of time to spend on this aspect of his life. Taichi’s in between worlds, and in either one, he’s not a 100% there - but cares & takes these things to heart. Tri gets plenty of criticism as it is, but the plotpoint of Taichi being melancholic & considering the impact of the Digimon fights in the real world, there’s some merit to it.

Interestingly enough in LEK, Taichi’s not the one taking charge, it’s Yamato. Taichi’s backseat approach reminds me of Sora not including herself during the first Diaboromon fight; and how she spends her last few moments with Piyomon just spending time with her. Taichi does the same with Agumon once they find out about the rings, it felt like spending your last few moments with a pet that has to be put down. But Agumon’s not a pet, he’s Taichi’s Digimon partner.

Yamato In recent years, I've seen people online vouch that Yamato is the one DA cast member who's unapologetically himself & will wear his heart on his sleeve. Taichi's a loud person, but he has a hard time confessing his feelings & confronting them. A foil to Yamato who by all accounts appears as a reserved individual, he's the boy who literally cries & he doesn't hide his emotions. Emotionally constipated maybe, but if he has something to say, he'll definitely show it.

This is apparent during the course of LEK. Whereas Taichi spent his final days with Agumon eating & taking him to his uni apartment, Yamato took charge of the investigation of the new adult characters they were dealing with. We could see at times while Gabumon was there, Yamato did keep his distance (my boy's character arc is learning to embrace his friends & not putting it all on himself). In some regards, Yamato’s the ‘blue oni’ to Taichi’s ‘red oni’ (or rather orange). Yamato is also part of that other half dynamic with Taichi, you usually think about him while thinking about Taichi. There’s the ‘blues’ part of Yama’s colour scheme, his passion for music & moody character. Blue is a cool colour, it can invoke a feeling of calmness, loyalty in other situations. Then with the whole werewolf theme of Gabumon, there are blue elements there & the debatable ice/blue fire attacks he has.

Blue DA:LEK’s usage of blue covers both the joyous aspects and melancholic parts of not only the film, but is a mirror to the characters’ internal struggles. Butterflies have always been a huge motif in DA & Menoa has this butterfly hair clip that is a stunning, electrifying blue. But transferring that blue to Never-Land, it’s still electrifying, but for the worse. It feels hypnotic & eerie, the colour blue loses its calm connotation & diverts toward a sea of depression. For months after leaving the theatre, the Never-Land scenes were stuck in my head. The film has a message of ‘don’t get too caught up in nostalgia / your childhood’ & they hit it right over the ballpark with the Never-Land setting / conclusion of the film. Adult Menoa was trying to hold onto a childhood that her child self was previously trying to rush growing up from (??), it’s a cracked mirror to how Tai & Yama were also struggling to hold onto their beloved childhood while navigating the abrupt transition to adulthood. This mixed explosion of emotions & realisations, character growth & inner battles is reflected back in what I’m calling the ‘twilight colours’.

Twilight Menoa’s crystals have this purple-blue-pink thing going on. Her goodbye flashback with Morphomon is a daunting hellscape. Taiyama’s final goodbye with Agu & Gabu is a softer hue of that purple-like colour; literally getting darker & welcoming the night once they’re gone.

I’m really going on a limb here, but this reminds me of the ‘twilight hour’. *Could totally be pulling out of my ass - During my uni dissertation, I focused on Kimi no Na wa (2016). The film explored the ‘twilight hour’ & it had a more romantic connotation there. But there’s the rough translation of this period of time being a transition from our world to the other or supernatural world; that tiny bridge where we cross paths. In LEK during those twilight goodbyes, it’s Taichi, Yamato & Menoa having to say goodbye to not only their childhood, their Digimon partners, but also a part of themselves - that child part. That child in the blink of an eye is thrown into the same confusing world, but now debuting as a young adult with all its responsibilities.

[*22nd April, my brain deadass stopped thinking.May revisit & edit this in the coming weeks]

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hinagamoizaf · 2 years

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Hikari Week : Day 1 (Light/Dark)

Fic Title : She moves the same way stars dance in the night Themes : Royalty AU, Nobility AU, Star-crossed Lovers, Arranged Marriage, Reincarnation AU Characters : Her Highness Princess Hikari Yagami, Lord Yamato Ishida, His Crown Prince Taichi Yagami, Relationship : Yamato x Hikari (Yakari/Yamakari) Word Count : 7k & counting Chapter 8: Twilight hour (Hikari’s perspective) The day I was born was one of the darkest days for our kingdom. The late King wasn’t present to experience his secondborn’s birth, Lord Hiroaki was left in charge of the kingdom in his absence. The late Queen had a difficult pregnancy with me, the palace doctor and wetnurses weren’t even certain of our survival rate. At that time, Taichi and Lord Ishida were just three springs old, old enough to understand the value of a new life. It had not rained for months, yet the skies were always gray and clouded. Without angels’ tears or the rays of the Sun, the crops throughout the lands were withering, incapable of providing any harvest; even if a miracle came during the summertime. The lakes were drying up and household by household, families throughout the land were losing loved ones. When my forefather was appointed king, this was exactly why he was given the crown. It was to save our people, to provide and protect them against man, God, and other forces that cross us. The late King was not present during my birth because of this, he went searching for a solution, seeing what other nations did and how we could save ourselves. It was also the reason why the late Queen Yuuko had a difficult pregnancy; because even though she married into the Yagami royal family, nothing could spare her from the wrath of the gods. Some say she was being punished for the sins of her king’s family. Then the last slivers of daylight slipped into the night, that awkward hour when the setting Sun and sparkling stars are visible to the naked eye at the same time. “It’s a girl! A healthy baby girl! We have our new princess,” cried the palace doctor. As if the kingdom was being forgiven for its sins, or perhaps the curse broke; the last ray of light broke, and it was the brightest night the kingdom had ever seen. I was named after that light that came with the rain, the crops, the thousands of spirits, and one grateful Queen who lived to gift her king his secondborn.

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hinagamoizaf · 2 years

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Am I two months late joining in on Yamato Ishida week? Yes. Am I struggling to write for this Royalty AU? Yes. Am I going to try ‘something new’ & attempt to make use of my summer break to get the gears going? Yes.

Day 1 : Music (She moves the same way stars dance in the night)

The sound of a pan flute is one I associate with my mother. I don’t recall her glowing smiles nor warm embrace. I can’t recount her scolding me for climbing a tree and scaring her to death; nor can I replay how I ended up with all sorts of cuts when I fell and she would nurse me. She did carry me for nine months and brought me into this world, but that is all I can tell you how she is my mother. But in absence of her role and place in my memories, she did teach me how to play the pan flute. She told me that whenever my heart got too heavy or the tears still wouldn’t allow themselves to appear, all I had to do was pick up my pan flute, and it would teach me to sit with my demons. For most of her marriage with my father, all I remember is hearing her play the pan flute long after my brother and I would pretend we were asleep.

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She moves the same way stars dance in the night

Chapter 10: Yesterday’s wings

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(Yamato’s perspective) “I believed in you, when we were children,” the Princess changes the subject. “Hmm?” I play the fool. “I always believed that you met the vampiric demon,” Princess Hikari’s words are sharper than any blade. “...as you have also become acquainted with him.” “How could we help them?” she innocently asks. “Your Highness,how would we benefit from that?” I remark harshly, “They’ve caused nothing but trouble.” “They’re us,Lord Ishida,” Princess Hikari insists desperately. “From a long time ago,” I remind her, “Their destiny has been written out and put on display on their gravestone.” “But vampires are immortal creatures? Could there be a possibility that Count Ishida-” “He burnt himself under the Sun’s rays -” I interject,my voice ice-cold and piercing,“- After the witch met her demise. He couldn’t bare to spend his immortality without her.” “I’ve seen it all, Your Highness,” a heavy sigh escapes me,her frame getting smaller by the minute, “I know very well how their story ends. They’re ghosts haunting us,preying on our …” When I brace myself to finally look at her,I find that my words have turned me into a ruthless beast that has brought harm to Princess Hikari. Then the shame consumes me whole wickedly “ …our ill-fated connection.” “So in either lifetime,we’re all hopeless?” she asks,frightened and in a state of discoloured shock. “..let’s stop training there for today,” I want to purge myself of this demon, and no amount of repenting can make up for what I’ve done to the woman I shouldn’t be in love with. A knock on the door startles us,echoing through the training hall. “You may enter,” Princess Hikari clears her throat. “Your Highness, may I join you?” her lady-in-waiting asks. “Lady Miyako,” the Princess exchanges a concerned look with me. “We’re done for the day, Your Highness,” I inform her. “Will my brother and I be seeing you at dinner,Lord Ishida?” “Not tonight,Your Highness,” I answer as I’ve become the demon who has lunged at her.

(Hikari’s perspective) “We haven’t spoken since we returned from my family ball,” Lady Miyako states.“I may appear heartless for sending that letter, but my intentions aren’t cruel.” “I never said they were,” I clarify, “I’m sure in another life, we could all get along.” “I don’t enjoy being the villain either, but I’m sure Your Highness recognises that the affair between Lord Ishida’s ancestor and another maiden bearing your same name was bound to erupt in flames as soon as it blossomed. It’s not like your chance with Lord Ishida will rewrite the wrongs.” I stop in my tracks, stunned that she even knows this. It’s not public knowledge. “If this is about the conversation between Lord Ishida and I -” “Your Highness, let me enlighten you in what I know is true,” Lady Miyako stops walking,facing me with a mature expression. “Count Ishida and the bewitching love of his life were star-crossed lovers. With you and Lord Ishida, I will not let history repeat itself.” “Lady Miyako, who are you really?” I truly know next to nothing about the woman who serves me. “I’m simply your lady-in-waiting,Your Highness.” “While it is not any of my business,and I rather you not do so -” Lady Miyako sighs, continuing with her walk down the hall as a lone owl swoops close to us. “Your Highness,my advice to you is to spend your final days as a princess with him. And if you are on bad terms,make up, and pray what time you do have together will be well spent.”

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hinagamoizaf · 2 years

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And We created you in pairs

Chapter 2: The House of Stars An extract : As I would find out years later, probably by Uncle Taichi or another little birdie, Papa proposed to Mama in their bedroom which was still undergoing renovations. Then they eloped right there in the wet kitchen, just the two of them in their pajamas. Uncle Taichi was a bit frustrated when he heard this, it was the wedding of his best friend and little sister, but he didn't attend it. There was this one night, time had just bid farewell to Spring and was on the cusp of Summer, Mama and Papa went out an overdue date night. During these nights, they'd ask Uncle Takeru or Taichi to help babysit us, sometimes we'd stay the night at our grandparents' from across the street. Mama and Papa usually kept their date nights to three hours max, they wouldn't go further than a thirty-minute drive away from the house. But on this particular night, they didn't come home just yet after three hours. It was the weekend too, so we all thought they deserved this night out, and could afford to sleep in the following morning.Eleven o'clock, one in the morning; my twin and I were up way past our bedtime, so we had to march our butts up to bed. At six o'clock in the morning, our youthful parents fumbled with the house keys in a fit of giggles and impish grins. As they had eloped that one morning in our unfurnished kitchen, they held another private ceremony. Mama and Papa renewed their vows to an audience of just the two of them, wandering at an empty park with all six of their babies none the wiser to their parents' escapade.Uncle Taichi threw such a fit over this, he sulked for a week and only came to his senses when we had a family dinner. Our family believes in three different kinds of soulmates, though we've never talked about the third. Your first soulmate is your best friend, a connection between platonic partners and thicker than blood bonds. Coincidentally for us,it’s our twins. My sister and I, the boys with each other, then our youngest in a pair, we’re each other’s soulmates. We’ve yet to come across it ourselves, but we’ve all seen the second type of soulmates in our parents. It’s the romantic and cliche type, but they had to model those sayings from somewhere. Their passion for each other,the desire to create their own paradise, a promise to be together and for their children through all the shades of light and stages of fleeting shadows; Yamato and Hikari Ishida are Romantic soulmates. The third and final type of soulmate is simultaneously perfectly in tune with you, and you two were made to lift each other up unlike any other relationship before you. Your mirror, but also the order side of the coin, the same soul split between two beings who were always met to cross paths after birth and even beyond death. Us kids only saw a surreal photograph of our parents’ third soulmates. Only a picture, no questions, nor discussions and only a thousand rooms for speculation.

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Day 2 : Family (She moves the same way stars dance in the night)

[Early childhood] “And he came from the demons of our nightmares,” Mother patted down Takeru’s hair, I rest against her knee looking up, “His ancestors were children of the night, feasting on the living and sucking out their essence of life.” Prince Taichi yawns, Princess Kari rubs her eyes, and Queen Yuuko pulls a blanket over the royal siblings. “But the maiden of mundane fathers still followed him-” “Even though he’s a demon?” I question, and she smiles at me. “He came from demons,” Mother reiterates, “But he wasn’t one.” Mother’s tone sounds hesitant at that last part, her hand twitching on Takeru’s head. “Lady Natsuko,” Queen Yuuko gestures at the other children, each one nodding their heads as they each succumb to sleep. “I suppose that story was too boring,” Mother nervously laughs. We say goodnight to the royal family, and head back to our own section of the palace. Mother shifts Takeru’s weight in her arms, I watch her keep her face forward. “Mother?” “Hmm?” I tug on her dress. “It wasn’t a boring story,” I say to her, “Prince Taichi and I just had a long day of sword training. We’re tired. It’s past Takeru and Princess Kari’s bedtime. They can’t stay up this late.” I stand on my toes, causing wrinkles on her dress. “But it wasn’t a boring story. I want to listen to it again.” A kinder smile crosses her face. “Thank you, my son. I’ll be happy to recount it to you again another time.” As I entered adolescence, it dawned on me I knew who the ‘demon’ and the maiden were in my mother’s bedtime story. - Chapter 7 : Bedtime stories

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With every tenuous trip around the scalding sun,

I greeted each delicate dawn as if it were a dream.

I could not stomach it as a honey-sweet type of dream, but I had christened it as a surreal,sardonic run.

As a child I imagined adrenalized ageing would be akin to a perturbed phoenix being reborn from its awful ashes,

A violent,passionate affair that would appear between lightning flashes and was once immortalised as a fathomless fable.

But as I aged and my sisterly scars grew like wisteria trees, I took the soft-hearted storm and laid it with me as we were buried alive.

We emerged on the other side greeting another trip around the sun as a gentle butter-fly soaring through halcyon days.

My birthdays had redefined themselves to be quaint love letters addressed to my youth,my grave,and most importantly my precious present. These wuthering wings are fragile but they are mine, This abrasive age is daunting but I will grow into and from it until our next birth. I have reconstructed myself to love the body that will return to the earth and to cherish the roots of my heart that have overworked their tender,evergreen touch. I am embracing the remaining trips no matter how fleeting or harrowing they be, For each feather that falls or every flap that takes place, it is all me and pieces of me that welcome the beauty of my humanity,my bittersweet love affair with being released into - and from my coming-of-age.

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hinagamoizaf · 3 years

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Odaiba Memorial Day 2021

My first Odaiba Memorial Day while being an active part of the fandom, and it’s high time I write an essay about my crackhead obsession with Yakari.

(*There will be some swearing & f-bombs in this post) As a kid, Yamato was like the ‘blue and cooler Taichi’ to me, like he doesn’t exist without being adjacent to the gogglehead. Also my family didn’t have the full Dark Masters arc in our CD collection, so I literally knew nothing about Yams’ emotional meltdown. But now, I adore this overly sensitive dork, and I don’t mean that in a derogatory way. Maybe I’m biased in this reading, but I think Yamato has had to push himself to mature faster than his peers; and he’s very much a mini-adult at a young age. For all these grand monster battles, the main cast are still children; among them Yamato is a kid dealing with a lot of unresolved issues but he’s got a lot of heart, he’s passionate about those he holds dear but he just doesn’t know how to process this. Another thing that goes hand-in-hand with Yamato is the fact he’s a musician. Again, I could be reaching way into my ass here; but there’s this mumbo jumbo real life idea of the ‘depressed creative’, and Yamato works his way out of that dangerously romanticised label. The kid’s got a passion for music, he’s literally been playing the harmonica since Takeru was in diapers .Without spoiling DA:LEK, Yamato still holds onto that flame into adulthood but it’s not something he can actively work on; and that takes its toll. I love Yamato because he’s someone who cares so much about those around him and what he does; and he’s just a kid who’ sorting things out and wanting to better himself and well fuck, if that isn’t relateable. Even with the flaws that the Tri films have, I think it’s a natural progression for Yamato’s character journey. I see people saying how ‘they just turned him into a tsundere’ or ‘he’s so snappish now’. But seeing as most of the Tri cast are in High School and general teenagers are assholes to each other, yeah it’s not unreasonable to see why Yamato’s the way he is now. He didn’t lose his touch with the Crest of Friendship; when the literal world is up in flames, there’s still the same loyal and compassionate Yamato who understands the importance of being there for and with his friends. Yamato’s a big mushy boy who has a hard time conveying what he feels and his needs; Hikari isn’t any better and this was how I grew to love the concept of them being together. She’s not the Chosen Child of Light for nothing, Hikari’s symbiotic partnership with Tailmon is a very shoehorned metaphor of being an angel from Heaven and I absolutely eat that shit up. Fans have pointed out Hikari’s so mysterious with her role and powers as late member of the team, the same can be said for her personality. You see Hikari, you think ‘sweet, little girl’ and in part thanks to the 02 dub, she grows into being this sassy brat.

A brat who has trouble asserting herself and is prone to literally get dragged into an ocean of depression. Like any respectful human, Hikari cares for her friends and family; but a mixture of that and a tendency to devalue herself is Hikari’s fatal flaw. She’s too self-sacrificing to a fault, and this reflects the other extreme end of her crest. In my own overly pretentious words, I think Hikari has self-imposed on herself for ‘being the light of the team’; like she carries herself as a doll whose job is to bring others out of darkness when she’s still stuck in the shadows herself. Hikari doesn’t allow herself to verbalise her wants, let alone her needs because she doesn’t want to inconvenience others; she just goes with the flow and puts on a mask of toxic optimism.

I am aware this analyse could be me scraping the bottom of the barrel, but it’s how I interpreted Yamato and Hikari’s character; and now I’ll articulate my brain rot with how the fuck are these two being shipped.

You have these two people who already have this history and experience of being Chosen Children, but there’s also an underlying sub-connection of them being each other’s brothers’ best friend. As many Yakari fanfics have headcanon, it’s not unreasonable to think that Yamato’s at the Yagamis’ apartment frequently because A) Taichi is his best friend and B) The Ishida apartment is prolly empty ‘cause Hiroaki’s out being a workaholic. The Yagamis become the family that Yamato didn’t have growing up, and they welcome him with open arms. At their apartment, things are warm and rowdy, he doesn’t have to be alone with his thoughts and they treat him as a second son. Listen, I've been a diehard Takari shipper too, but I genuinely think Takeru and Hikari can be platonic soulmates. They know each other like the back of their hand, they’re cosmically entwined and their Digimon are in sync; they’re also legit a pair of best friends too. I know early 2000’s fics depict Yakari as being this big drama; but I have a weak heart and I’m here to say Yakari can be cosy and comforting and they’re just two idiots in love who need to be honest with each other.

I imagine their courtship not to be this grand display of fireworks and ‘the chase’, but a very subtle experience with slow burn. For me, Yakari is very much the first blossom of spring. They represent new beginnings and youth, the gentle lull of Mother Nature tending to the earth, something that’s natural but the routine has existed for centuries. Yakari is very much a gentle love, and with everything I’ve said about their characters; these two learn to embrace and nurture the other until they have a whole garden of spring’s blossoms.

This crackship has the surface-layer appeal of ‘brooding lone wolf’ and ‘sweet angel’, so when you peel the layers to find these two very private characters who just need that one-on-one reassurance/affirmation; this ship is a warm blanket of fluff and yes that’s basically the plot of my fics. It’s the charm of slice-of-life, the endearment of growing and improving yourself with the one you love with the occasional reminder that this is a series founded on puppies evolving into angels.

I’ve had enough of tragedies and melodramatic love affairs. I write about Yakari because as cliche as this sounds, I want more stories about ‘the light of friendship’. Yes that was a god awful line, but it captures why I have brain rot for this pair. To celebrate my first OMD, I have uploaded a special chapter on my AO3 fic titled ‘Mon ange’; it wouldn’t be August 1st if I didn’t half-hazardly work on this leading up to the big day. It couldn’t fit on Instagram, but this rambling piece is part of a bigger essay on my tumblr, so that’s also up and running. I hold Digimon near and dear to my heart, and I go about sharing that love by gushing about Yakari.

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Chapter 4: My evergreen valentine She moves the same way stars dance in the night

An extract: (The witch’s hour) The flickering of the candlelight is reflected in the window, my eyes travel until I meet my own. Dancing behind me, the Princess hums, and behind her, the soft light of the lanterns paints the windows. In our reflection, her figure appears petite and her dress sways elegantly. The Princess dances on her toes, securing her balance, and then letting it drop when she exhales a breath. When she moves, a cluster of stardust is found in place of her shadow. Spinning on her heel, she slows down her pace, and finally, our eyes meet. Albeit, in our reflection. “Lonely?” she inquires, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “Just tired,” I loosen my tie, “Had a lot to drink tonight.” “It’s not polite to lie to a lady,” she can see right through me. “When you find one, remind me not to do it again,” I bite my tongue, but she’s already made her way towards me, warm hands holding onto mine. “We didn’t have time to dance at the ball,” the Princess pulls me to my feet, her tone soft and kind, “I was waiting for you to ask me.” “My sincere apologies, Your Highness,” I can wear my heart on my sleeve when I’m with her, “Ever since I was a little boy, I was told to look out for you.” “You can still do that,” one of her hands is tucked in nicely into mine, the other rests on my shoulder, “And you can do it up close. Right by my side,even.” “Then shall we?” I allow my other hand to land on her waist, and we guide each other through our own ball. Her smiles are powdered with sweetness, reserved for secret viewings. I lead her with a spring in each step, allowing my own fostered flames to travel through my skin and carry her where our hands meet. The silence fills itself but it’s not unwanted, what we have is serene, and the lack of verbal communication is no flaw. She can understand me as perfectly as angels fit in heaven; and with her I can express myself as naturally as winter lakes are thawed by spring’s touch. “Lord Ishida,” the Princess softly calls me, but even the barrier between us isn’t pulling me out of this dream. “Yes,Your Highness?” I force myself to say, padding it out with the affection I hold for her. “Thank you for being by my side,” her hand slips towards my chest, “Thank you for accompanying me.” “The pleasure’s all mine,” I lean forward and lower my head, my lips parted near her crown, “You know I would accompany you to the other end of the world, and safely take you home.” “...then take me home now, Count Ishida.” My eyes widen and I pull back. Holding me in place is the one who looks and sounds like the Princess,but it isn’t her. In place of her dark sapphire gown and mask, this person dons clothing that has been marked with celestial markings and skulls. The fabric and cut are nothing I’ve ever seen on Princess Hikari,but it fits like a glove on her . I frantically look over my shoulder, eyes fleeting to the window. She’s there,reflected in her foreign clothes,but her physique and even her spirit I feel hold an uncanny resemblance to the Princess. But me? I’m not reflected back in the mirror,and the horror starts to twist the core of my being. She takes a step closer, and I stumble back, my hand slipping out of hers. “I said take me home,Count Ishida,” she now pleads, desperation in her eyes. “You’re not the Princess…,” I manage to croak out,and she looks like I’ve betrayed her. “But you’re not.” “Am I not Hikari?” “You’re not the Princess Hikari.” “And are you not Yamato ?” The ghost of that night visits my mind, haunting me. She takes a step back. “I’m sorry, Count Ishida, I shouldn’t have called you-” “No,” I beg, ready to get on my knees, “You can call me that. As many times as you want. Please , say that again.” All this time,her other hand was still resting on my chest, never once dropping. I clutch onto it, hoping it will show me the way. “...Lord Ishida?” I feel like I’ve fallen through the floor over and over again, until I return to this candlelit guestroom with Princess Hikari. “Lord Ishida,” she repeats, reminding me what we are to each other, “What happened?” I squeeze her hand, then return it to her side, patting it. I settle back in my chair, not daring to glance at the window. I release a breath, clawing onto my front as the wine lingers on my breath. “My sincere apologies, Your Highness. I simply had too much to drink and was careless.” Whoever that was, it wasn’t the Princess. Whoever Count Ishida is, he’s not me. I muster up the will to look at her. With all the candles burning under this room and the stars shining outside combined, none could rival her as a beacon of light. “May I sit with you before bed?” We didn’t get much sleep after the hour had passed the witch’s call .

#Yamakari #Hikari x Yamato #Yakari #Yamato x Hikari #Digimon Last Evolution #Digimon Last Evolution Kizuna #Royalty AU #Spring Edit #Hikari Yagami #Yamato Ishida #Archive of our own #AO3 update #Read on AO3 #AO3 writer #Royalty Fanfic #Digimon fic #Matt Ishida #Kari Kamiya #Hinaga Moizaf

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Chapter 14 : Wind Chime

Chisaki had these custom-made wind chimes, one for me and one for her. But whenever they’re blown, I hear a voice in the wind. I thought they were just a sweet gift before I headed off to university again, but they’re a little too sweet. The voice in the wind sounds like Chisaki. At first I thought I was hearing things. Being away from her has its emotional toll, but I’m away to pursue my studies. The small hours we are together, I treasure them. So here I was, thinking I was just hearing Chisaki’s voice because I missed being with her. Until I had a whole shelf of books fall on top of me after an all-nighter, and heard this: “Tsumugu, are you alright!?” My eyes were wide, my heart was racing, I didn’t hear anyone come into my room that night. No, scratch that - Chisaki and I had just had a video call an hour before. I clearly see her in my childhood home, with Grandfather in the background. The amount of time it would have taken her to come to my university dorm from a commute that would have taken hours was impossible. “...Chisaki?” I lamely called out, composing myself. I was met with silence, and had to clean up my bookish avalanche. I considered putting down the wind chimes the next day, when the winds were blowing strong. Guests I had over at my place did question why I had wind chimes up during winter. But Chisaki gave them to me, they were a gift, and she has a matching set too. With that thought, I let those wind chimes hang near my window; even when I heard the faint voice of my girlfriend among them and thought that wasn’t a natural occurrence. To switch up our routines, I invited Chisaki to visit me and stay for the weekend. I was so excited, I kept wrapping one arm around her, taking her around campus. She was flustered at first, but grew comfortable, clinging onto me as we wandered the area well into the night. When I brought her back to my dorm, one of the first things she saw was the wind chime; and Chisaki’s face immediately lit up. “You kept it!” she was glowing, inspecting the dainty item up close and smiling all the way. “Of course I did,” I dimmed the lights, “It was a gift from you.” I found myself falling in love with her more as she smiled back at me, then Chisaki’s face grew confused. “Tsumugu, yours has a faint red hue colouring it,” Chisaki points out, and now I’m confused. “Yeah, it’s always been like that...hasn’t it?” “Can’t be,” she shakes her head, “These wind chimes were made by Grandma. She always made them in pairs, and each pair were identical. Mine don’t have that red colouring on them.” “Then…,” I wrapped my arms around her middle, and pulled her close to me, “Maybe this red hue started appearing because I missed you so much. And it’ll go away if you stay here.” Chisaki looked at me with the biggest eyes, water forming at the corners. Then she turned red, as red as the wind chimes, and laughed. Her laughter’s so warm, so strong, it reaches me and this lonely room. “What are you on about?” using a finger, Chisaki wiped her tears, “Tsumugu, if you say more things like that, my lungs will combust from all this laughter.” Smiling, I rested my chin on her shoulder, taking in her scratchy cardigan and silky hair. “Then I’ll just nurse you back to health, as long as it takes.” “Is this just your plan to keep me here longer?” “And if it is?” “...I like this plan.” I like it too, my red-bellied sea slug.

#Chisaki x Tsumugu #Witchtober 2021 #Tsumugu x Chisaki #Hinaga Moizaf #Witchtober #Nagi no Asukara #NagiAsu #A Lull in the Sea #Writing Challenge #October Challenge #Fantasy #Witch AU #chisaki hiradaira #tsumugu kihara #Fanfic #Ao3 writer #Ao3 link #Romantic Fluff #Domestic Fluff

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Chapter 7: Wand “I don’t have a magic wand that can whisk all our problems away, but I can start by working my way up the ladder.” The light of summer shines through the stained glass, painting the room with its rainbow hues. The light travels throughout the whole room, stopping every so often to illuminate a crystal or glass plaque; before landing on my ring. I didn’t want anything too flashy. After all, I’d still be working as a pharmacist. It was enough that our names were engraved onto this band of metal. As if we had engraved our commitment to each other even after this life. “I’m no sorcerer who can alter reality with the snap of his fingers, but I’ll use my own power and strengths to bring our fantasies to life.” A sharp knock from the other side of the oak door, followed by a meek, “Your Highness, the Prince is asking for your presence.” I give my attendant a hearty laugh, informing them I’ll join him shortly. My, how times have changed, he used to sneak around the palace to see me. But as new leaves turn over and bud blossoms, the lord of my own heart can’t get up to the same mischief he used to engage in. “I am as much of a mundane man as they come, but I’m not blind to the title attached to my bloodline. Even so, while I don a crown and have a possibility of wielding the sceptre - to you, Shirayuki, I am a servant of your love and my loyalty to our marriage runs deeper than the roots of the Earth.” With a hand covered in plasters and where the dirt lives beneath my nails, I place it gently over the belly that carries the next royal baby. “Let’s go accompany your Papa, our spellbinding sprig.”

#Zenyuki #Witchtober 2021 #Shirayuki x Zen #Hinaga Moizaf #Shirayuki #Zen Wisteria #Zen Wistalia #Snow white with the red hair #Akagami no Shirayukihime #Witchtober #ao3 fic #ao3 fandom tag #ao3 writer #ao3 story #otp #otp feels #married au #expecting a baby

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Chapter 8: Plants I I’m just another child of the Earth, another seed planted. I was given the Sun, water, nutrients, and time To grow up big and strong, to grow up tall and proud, Only to be harvested when my time comes to a stop. If only I could bury myself in the Earth Let my roots grow and search, If only I could have been born as a worm That didn’t need to be cherry-picked. I wish for that freedom for myself, to journey beyond the great skies. Then you sprung out from the dirt, from the ashes and bones. You had no idea what was waiting for us, what would welcome us as children of the Earth. But what you did know was that you wanted to stay with me, even when I couldn’t bear fruit. You allowed me to grow by your side in spite of your own weak spots, You gave me a Sun worth embracing, water that was so pure I could cleanse my soul, You were planted for devils to feast upon, but instead, they had breathed life into an angel- I spent my last days in the presence of a piece of Heaven, one that I would have to let go of.

II I was given a garden that could have invaded a whole nation. It had trees for soldiers, weapons hidden in the ground, The flora was its own silent killer, striking at any chance it could, I only had my eyes on you. To this day, I hadn’t a clue why you were part of this army, But if they were true in their disguise of a garden, You were the finest rose, the ripest apple, As if ruby-red blood existed as a herb. They didn’t send you out to take my life, But I was ready to get on one knee and offer mine. I would tear apart the Earth and mine for a stunning diamond, But that wouldn’t be enough for you, and I believe you wouldn’t have accepted it. In return, you came charging at me with a force more daunting than anything in Nature. You gave me yourself, with all the love and respect that grew in your own space.

#Mitsukoko #Zenyuki #Witchtober 2021 #Witchtober #Hinaga Moizaf #Kokoro x Mitsuru #Shirayuki x Zen #Shirayukihime #witch au #magic au #ao3 fic #ao3 fandom tag #ao3fic #ao3 author #ao3 writer #Darling in the Franxx #Mitsuru x Kokoro #Zen x Shirayuki

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On this day a year ago, I watched DA:LEK for the first time, and coincidentally received my degree results.

Ever since, I have been absolutely obsessed with Digimon again. This piece will contain spoilers to DALEK, and overall you’ll find I have a very nostalgic love for the anime. When I initially watched the film in theatres, my reaction was ‘oh okay, that was fun. Time to move on’. Very nonchalant, and obviously this was the first summer with Covid, the same summer I could have had my graduation ceremony. This is a roundabout way of saying I think I felt rather hollow during this period of time. I say ‘I think’ because honestly, it’s a blur to me. There wasn’t anything worth remembering and leading up to this, in general I was a bitter person.Like most people, I think I’ve just blocked out the lost time. So here was a fresh uni graduate, mourning over a page of her youth that wasn’t worth noting down; trying to be hopeful and find ways to mold herself into society as a ‘real adult’. I did have other plans and tried them out, not all of them flew with flying colours and had a dip towards the end of 2020. As would any other kid with an active imagination, I did what I knew best and distracted myself with writing. I don’t think I necessarily ‘channeled’ all these spiraling emotions into my work, something I’ve grown acquainted with in my poetry. I wanted to escape, hit pause and get myself lost in fiction again; another thing I used to do a lot but at a much younger age. If anyone’s seen DALEK, then I think you might find it ironic how I processed this transitional period by indulging myself in Digimon and writing fanfiction.

To completely make a clown of myself here, yes I had a good time watching the film and appreciated the message that came with it; both as a Digimon fan and a Literature dork who naturally over-analyzes everything. But for the first time since I was in diapers, simply put, I thought Yamato was really hot and he lived rent free in my mind until I was like ‘aight I need to do something with this realization I have a DigiHusbando because I’ve literally watched Digimon since I was a baby and for a baby all those characters are too old for me to have a crush on’.

Then (for the lack of a better word) a very childlike ‘desire’ of me came and I was like ‘hey Yamato’s hot, Hikari was my favourite character as a kid, I want to see them kiss’. Idk man, it’s the same vibes like when I played Barbies and I paired her with Ken because girl pink-boy blue. There’s some meaning there I don’t want to unpack yet. It started off as a ‘haha what if so crackship right’, but then I legitimately grew to love the idea of Yamato and Hikari as a couple. I am aware my version of them has heavy fanon elements, and again reflects my personal preferences in ships. I remember a time where I was so self-conscious of getting into fanfiction, because ‘I can’t do the character justice’ or ‘I don’t know enough of the canon’. Yeah, I appreciate it when an author can play off that, when their depiction of these characters is something you’d actually see happening in the show. But overtime I was just like ‘...I just want to have fun man, here’s them going on their first date via Yama’s bloody motorcycle’.

I just found a way to be happy with my crackhead interpretation of Yakari while gushing over what the OG story had to offer. As this was happening, I was revisiting the existence of DALEK, and I fell in love with the film. I know this is coming together as a ‘right time and place’ type of situation, and it was. From that time and place, I took it and went ham & cheese on it.

Just thinking about what happens in DALEK now and how the themes of Digimon have always, always been about the children’s growth; I actually get a physical sadness from my gut. Someone’s going to read this & think I’m insane, but to make a comparison literally only I understand, I’ve only gotten this feeling with Kimi no Na wa and Little Women (2019) in recent memory. Which for all the ways I can’t quite express with the English language, means I really fucking love DALEK. It has impacted me artistically as much as it left its mark on me as a person and my views on life. Over the past year, this intense love over a children’s anime has helped me put into perspective my own messy thoughts on growing up. About finding your own healthy relationship with things from a ‘simpler time’ that spark joy and they can still invoke that feeling. Inevitably everyone grows up and it’s not something that waits for you to be ready with it; but you can find ways to embrace it and seize this new dawn according to your own terms.

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A shorter chapter this time around : Chapter 13: The Boy Who Couldn’t Grow Up (Mon ange, AO3)

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Chapter 16: A Musician and His Muse (Colourised) The finale for Mon ange & my Yakari/Hiyama two-parter

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I can’t stop stimming my hands, the sound of my girlfriend washing up in the bathroom. For tonight, I asked if Gabumon and Tailmon could wait in the digital space Koushiro provided; bless their hearts for understanding. Hikari-chan comes out with a gentle smile, and behind her, I can see the pregnancy test resting on the sink.

“Is it…?” I’m too afraid to put the question forward, Hikari-chan simply settles down on my lap. “Before that,” she pushes my hair back, soothing me with her dainty fingers, “How would you actually feel if I told you I was carrying your baby, Yama-kun?” I kiss the curve of her shoulder, burying a portion of my face against her skin. “Quite frankly, I would be scared. I’d be mad at myself for not using protection, for making you a mother when you’re only nineteen and in your first year of university.” I wrap one arm around her protectively, my other hand reaching out for her cheek; stroking it as I hold her loving gaze.

“But it would be everything I’ve dreamed of and wanted for since I was a kid: to have a family I’d care for even after I’ve passed on to the next life. And Ange , I love you so, so much, even if that day came right now - whatever I hold and am as a person, that belongs to you and our baby.” Closing her eyes briefly, Hikari-chan presses our lips together, and it’s now I realise she’s been crying. I hold her tighter, closer to my soul, and kiss her back. Between the sniffles, I feel her whisper against my lips : “...then I’m sorry it’s negative , Yamato.”

I blink in denial, then slowly pull away as my girlfriend’s face is fresh with tears and has a smile of mixed emotions. “Y-you’re not pregnant?” my eyes immediately darted back to the pregnancy test. “Not now at least,” she confirms with a hint of her own disappointment, “But I guess that makes the two of us...because deep down just like you, Yama-kun, I wanted to have your children too.” I adjust our position so we’re both lying on the bed, arms and legs entangled like a cocoon of comfort; facing each other after that pregnancy scare. “But that’s for ‘now’,” I reassure her as wipe away her tears, and in return my own form, “You know how we never planned on falling in love? But it just happened, it felt so right , and look at us now.” I’ll need to take Dad out as a special thank you one of these days.

“You’ve been by my side since we were kids, Yama-kun,” Hikari-chan tugs onto my clothes, resting her head against my chest, “Ever since we became official… no, even before that - you’ve been with me through it all. Helping and cheering me on with whatever is thrown my way...holding me just like this when I’m not ready to face them too.” “We’ll be parents one day, where you’ll be a kindergarten teacher and I’ll be an astronaut,” I share a dream of what could be our forever, “Tailmon and Gabumon would help take care of the kids while also helping save the world.” She gets a laugh out of that, her breathing slowing down as I feel the rise and fall of her chest. “You’d still strum your guitar or pick up a harmonica, I’ll probably be that Mum who won’t stop taking pictures of everything,” Hikari-chan’s voice is softer and lower, as if she’s about to fall asleep, “And we’d bring our kids for a picnic to the Digital World...perhaps on August 1st too with all the other Chosen Children...when we’ll have our immediate family, and extended on…” Her words turn into snores as I maneuver around for the blanket to cover us both. Before I slip into the realm of dreams myself, I catch sight of the pregnancy test one last time; then focus on my sleeping girlfriend. “I got us so worked up over something so small...but that’s what being a parent is. Ange , I’m sorry I made you cry again. I pray that next time and that next time will be a few years down the road - when you pick up the pregnancy test then, we’ll both be crying because you’ll have a star or two growing in your belly. And those stars will be our kids .” Just as I did that one Christmas night, I lowered my head to kiss Hikari-chan’s forehead. “Until then, let’s enjoy being young adults together, learning and growing with time.”

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A collection of thirty-two young lovers and their recounts of bewitching tales. Inspired by @kimcarlika_art‘s (Instagram) prompts for #Witchtober2021! Chapter 1: Feather My Mama never knew who my Papa was. Or rather, it’s more accurate to say she can’t remember him. I was told the night I was born, Uncle Kuro came rushing into the town doctor’s house with Mama who was well into labour. It was a lonely night for them both, Mama had to go through the delivery in a room full of strangers. Apparently, the doctor’s assistant could hear Uncle Kuro talking to two men outside the house. The man with the youngest voice was shouting, then the assistant heard crying during the storm. I came into this world with my own crying fit, a tiny gremlin covered head to toe in blood. Even after giving birth, Uncle Kuro said Mama still looked like a radiant flower, she was glowing with joy. Which is why it broke his heart even more when he presented a single, snow-white feather to Mama; and she blacked out. When she came to, Mama found me bundled up next to her, but she soon realised she had no recollection of who the father of her baby was. The same day I came into this world was the same day Mama started to wilt. But I have a secret, I know who Papa is. Or at least, I think I do. For as far back as I can remember, a brunette man closer to Mama's age rather than Uncle Kuro's comes to visit us. But none of us have actually met him, I just found him looking in from the window. He looks like a kind man too and is tired most of the time. He usually wears a big, dark hooded cloak. I think he's my Papa, because he'll come by with gifts for Mama. It's the feathers, and Mama ends up crying more whenever she receives them. I've tried talking to the cloaked man before, but he looked afraid, very afraid. Then he ran away. Mama didn't get any feathers that week. I've tried telling Uncle Kuro about this man, but he just says it's my imaginary friend. But he can't be imaginary, he gives Mama those feathers, and those feathers make her sad. Why won't Papa come see Mama?

#sakura x syaoran #syaoran x sakura #Witchtober #Witchtober 2021 #Hinaga Moizaf #Instagram Prompt #Inktober Prompt #Sakura #Syaoran #Tsubasa Reservoir #Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle

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