Everytime I draw Sora and start the color process it cross to my mind the kind of haunting beauty that she owns, I also have in mid that I think the kimono she wears in kizuna is the same Toshiko is wearing during the flasback in digimon adventure 01… More things to add I also had in mid the ask I sen to @/piedrpiper of the arranged Marriage+Almost Kiss trope.lol. “Meet miss Sora Takenouchi” maybe we can come with a great idea, change the names and build an empire like the girl who madre “true beauty” . Ah one last thing, maybe this is my last drawing from my summer series, let me know if you have some request, if not I will jump to the spooky season, and draw a cliché werewolf Yamatox cute succubus Sora, because I have no shame at all. ＼＼٩(๑`^´๑)۶／／
yes to spooky season!!
and I loved answering that ask. I still think it’s a great prompt for them, and would be such a fun story to write – I’ve got so many works in progress though, but the temptation is very strong! actually, I was thinking about In This Corner of the World when I was trying to come up with an answer; I think that story prompt fits them perfectly <3
Notes: Nothing much to say, this idea just hit me, and I will never stop being a sucker for Sora. What a queen.
Enjoy!
“What are we talking about?” Sora was usually the first one at class, because she simply could not stand being late. Somehow, she could manage jogging her two jobs, one being with her always strict mother, and still being the first one to arrive to the classroom. However, that day she lost approximately two minutes at her before school ritual, which ended up catching the train after her usual one, and not arrive late to class, but not being the first one there, either.
Sora was in her second year of university, going full into her fashion designer classes. She was in an all-girls university, which was quite different from how she grew up and high school, considering her closest girl friends had fought alongside with her to save the world. Of course, she still had managed to be friendly with her classmates, they had been nothing but kind to her, but she had to admit they could get quite gossipy.
“Sora! We were worried about you, even thought a new monster was attacking town or something,”
“Ha, ha, you guys are so funny!” Sora sat on her usual seat, right behind Misaki, a petite brunette who could not be paid to keep a secret and next to Youko, her closest friend in class, even if she would not admit it to Misaki, or the fourth member of her group, Akari, a dark-haired designer prodigy, who always had the newest gossips in town. “But seriously, you all seemed very invested in your conversation.”
“But are you okay? You are never late for class,” Youko asked, sincerely concerned.
“I am not technically late, am I?” Sora laughed it off, pointing at her hot beverage she was holding in her reusable flask. “There was a longer line than usual to get my matcha, and had to run some errands for my mom, nothing too crazy.”
“So, you were not with that mysterious boyfriend of yours?” Akari asked, an eyebrow raised. Sora immediately felt her stomach flip, she had never introduced Yamato to her little university crew, nothing personal, but Yamato, and her childhood friends, were a whole separate set, and mixing up her friend groups somehow made her very nervous.
“What do you mean mysterious?” Sora had known Yamato for almost ten years of her life, which made pretty much half of it. To her Yamato was everything but mysterious.
“You know, he drives a motorcycle, wears leather jackets… plus I heard he had a rock band a few years back!” Misaki had clearly done her homework stalking Yamato, Sora did not know whether to laugh about it or be concerned.
“Why the sudden interest in my boyfriend?” Sora took out her laptop and pieces of fabric while trying not to focus on the three pair of eyes staring at her. Plus, she was not the only one late, it seemed, their teacher had apparently also taken longer in line for their chosen hot beverage.
“You never mention him, nor anything about your secret life,” Akari had an imposing vibe to her, it made Sora unstable.
“Perhaps she doesn’t tell us because you both make too many questions,” Sora had to be grateful for Youko, who stepped in for her, just as their teacher walked into the classroom.
.
“Do you actually believe Yamato is mysterious?” Sora and Youko had this little tradition of going out for dinner every other week on Wednesday. On this occasion, they both were craving Korean barbeque.
“I mean, not to give Misaki too many points, but he does fit the archetype,” Sora chuckled and tried to imagine her boyfriend from a stranger’s point of view. For starters, he was blonde, which of course would catch anyone’s attention, and Misaki and Akari were right, he drove a motorcycle and wore leather jackets. The few times he had dropped her off at school she could not believe the number of stares she was receiving from her fellow future designers.
“He is actually very sweet, I bet if they heard him talk about The Lord of the Rings and Star Wars all their idea of Yamato being a mysterious bad boy would fade away…”
The restaurant they had chosen was packed. On Wednesdays, it had a cocktail special, which made it extremely popular amongst low income earning students.
“I mean, I would not say he is the most mysterious one amongst both of you, at least from him we know he was in a band.”
“What do you mean?” Sora asked surprised as she placed more veggies on the grill.
“Leaving Misaki and Akari apart, I have known you for what? A year and a half? Yet I barely know anything about you, at least not more than a job recruiter would know. I know what you study, where you work, but not much more. And I respect it, I would never want to feel like I am pushing you, but you must be the opposite from an open book.”
“Wow…” Sora stared at the grill and flipped the colorful elements cooking on it. Youko was not wrong, Sora did keep a lot to herself. She could not help it, talking about herself made her feel vulnerable, and she had learned her whole life not to be it. “I am so sorry, and it has nothing on me not trusting you but…”
“I guess you did not have a normal childhood, am I right? I mean, I remember seeing you and your friends on freaking TV when we were what, eleven? I could have never gone through what you and your friends all did, I don’t blame you for keeping it to yourself, it must have been traumatic. Hell, it was traumatic for me, and I lived it all through the outside.”
Sora was astonished. She had only talked about the Digital World and its shenanigans with her fellow Chosen Children, and sometimes she did with her mom. She did too, with Piyomon and most often with Yamato. She had never dared to imagine how the experience must have been for people on the outside, to spectators who were, of course, also going through the same trauma, just in a different way.
“Do anyone who’s grown in the 21st century has had normal childhoods, Jeez.” Sora asked for another cocktail round, and between sips of their alcoholic beverages, she went through all the details of her story, from watching a gigantic dinosaur fight a gigantic parrot when she was five, to being sucked by a wave on her summer camp.
She had never come clean to anyone so deeply outside of her inner circle, and she felt a huge pressure off her shoulders. Perhaps she tended to believe no one else would understand her if they had not gone through the same things she had. Perhaps she tended to believe she was not allowed to have a life outside of her Chosen Children persona.
That night, she had not only had fantastic food, but Sora felt something inside her had come together. Apart from feeling, for the first time in a while she had someone new to count on, her adult self was seemingly coming together, and she could not wait to talk about it with her mysterious boyfriend and digital friend.
HAPPY PRIDE, EVERYONE! ️ It’s June and that means, celebrating diversity even more visibly than usual and displaying your very own pride. So I thought about headcanoning my favourite polyamourous Digimon OT3 onto the canvas once more; with pansexual!Taichi and his two favourite redheads, bisexual!Sora and demisexual!Koushirou, loving each other very dearly. ❤️
(Disclaimer, they’re wearing the polysexual flag instead of the polyamourous flag - and loving and being with several genders is just as wonderful. #BiPanPolySolidarity)
she is not that evil, just give her a taste of your heart ♡( ◡‿◡ )
I loveeeeeeee
okay so I loved this so much I wrote a little drabble…
“There’s something,” slurs Sora before she suddenly stops talking, crowds him in the corner, small as she is. Looking up at him hard, has to bend her neck nearly all the way back to do it, too. “On your face,” she finishes. A whole two minutes later. It’d been an awkward silence.
Yamato considers moving to the side, politely giving her space, would have, too, if he didn’t notice the wobbly step she took and stayed, hovering close, just in case she needed support on her feet. Mini skirt riding up. Thigh high leggings that went on for miles. Could keep following them down but knows not to, so doesn’t. Kind of wishes the other drunk bar goers would know not to, too. It’d been hard, subtly trying to place himself between her and the more aggressive advances. Twice he’d had to swipe a drink someone bought her right out of her hands before she could take a sip. He hates Halloween.
“You need a seat?” he offers, clears his throat, keeps his distance. Gallant. Doesn’t buy into stereotypes, even if he likes leather jackets and skinny jeans and black nail polish and garage records and low riders. Cool and unbothered, most of the time. Except now. Definitely bothered. Definitely uncool. Feels like his ears are going to burn off, with the way she’s still staring at him. Her eyes are really pretty. Stop. Look away, look away. No, not down!
The plastic red horns she wears tip as she shakes her head. Mimi says she’s a devil, Taichi says she’s a demon. Hikari says her little red wings, matching the shade of her horn headband, makes her a fallen angel. Koushiro had just said she looked nice, which Yamato finds to be the understatement of the century. Jou warns him she’s a bad drunk, as in bad at being drunk. Bolder. No filter. Out of her element. As the designated responsible one for the night, he’d been charged with making sure everyone’s okay, not that he wouldn’t have been anyway. But he’d been keeping an eye on her. Er, looking out for her, that is, tonight especially. Kind of hard not to notice her, even if she doesn’t think that about herself, shrinks herself down so others can shine instead. But he notices. First, and usually only. Any room she’s in. Her eyes are really, really pretty. Right now, they’re wide open, fireborn. She could burn him and he’d say thank you. Maybe even a please and more and a yes ma'am, but he shuts that part of his brain down fast. Sora’s his friend. That, he can’t lose.
The bar is noisy and she comes closer and he curses in his head, alarms going off. “I said,” she’s shouting now, usual internal social etiquette regulator completely abandoned. Wow, she really is drunk, Jou hadn’t been joking, “you’ve got something on your face.”
He doesn’t. He’d refused to dress up, hasn’t for years. The bar required costumes, though, so Takeru had wrestled the stupid wolf ear headband on him as he’d walked out the door. Told him he’d cry if he took it off. Really doesn’t put it past his younger brother to wheel out the waterworks. Everyone thinks Takeru’s a well-meaning sweetheart, but Yamato knows better.
He points to the ears. “I’m a wolf.” Immediately hears how lame it sounds and wants to sink into the floor. Disappear forever. Never show his face around her again. Wolf ears? Seriously? He’s going to kill Takeru.
“No, you’re not.”
Yamato knows how to argue with very drunk people, especially friends. There’s a fine art to it, to avoid bad decisions and keep everyone in check long enough to survive intact until morning. He’d accepted that this is to be his fate tonight. He’d already had to argue Taichi out of getting a piercing (Taichi’d refused to say where, just dropped suggestive hints), and Mimi from trying to pay everyone’s bar tab with her dad’s emergency credit card. Koushiro’d been bribed with a small mountain of salty snacks to not try to fix the bartender’s register (which wasn’t broken); Jou, he’d finally convinced to share the karaoke mic with promises to rent a booth just for their friend group next weekend. (Under no circumstances was Yamato going to repeat this promise once Jou’d sobered up, or admit it was ever made.) Submitting without putting up a fight in an argument with Sora dressed in dominatrix black was something he’d always thought about — no.
“Okay,” he says instead.
“You’re Yamato.”
This is true. “Okay.”
Why is he so lame. He swears he knows more words than ‘Okay’. Can’t think of any when she’s standing in front of him in a skin tight bodycon dress that spells out more curves than he’d ever dared dream, but he’s positive he knows at least ten more words. Maybe even twenty. Hopes no one asks him to prove it. His head is so empty, and he hasn’t had a single sip of anything. Just her, looking at him like this.
“You’re Yamato, and you never need to pretend.”
She’s so close now he can smell her perfume. She’d traded her usual jasmine white tea scent for a spicy rosewood. Maybe Givenchy’s Ange ou Démon. It’d certainly fit her look — stop. He absolutely should not know these details. Maybe he’s the creep he should be shielding her from.
She’s peering up at him, swaying a little. “What’s that like?”
He focuses on her. “Being…myself?”
Sora nods, voice so soft. Vulnerable. More alarms are going off in his head, a different kind. “Yeah.”
Yamato doesn’t think he is, not all the time. Even he has expectations he puts on himself. All he wants is to know who he is, so he can be the person his friends need, and deserve. It’s work. A lot of it. But it matters, so work at it, he does.
He’s honest. “Not easy.”
Her eyes take on a shine that makes his stomach drop. No, please don’t cry. Please don’t let me have made you cry. Not you.
“That’s why I like you.”
Oh.
“Huh?”
He wants to smack himself. Does he really not know any real, adult human words?
“I mean — ,”
“I like you that you know yourself.” She breaks into a smile. Disarms him completely. Knows she’s not going to remember any of this tomorrow. “I’d like to know myself like that.”
Say it. Use your words. Use all the words.
“I'dliketoknowyoutoo.”
And the world hasn’t stopped, the axis still spins on. The earth hasn’t swallowed him whole, the sky still hangs above him. He hasn’t woken up. It’s a not dream.
But still, she just stares, unblinking. Her words repeat with utter disinterest. “There’s something on your face.”
Oh.
Maybe he’d said it in his head instead? Not aloud?
Sora slips one hand into his, touches his arm with the other.
Oh.
All right, something’s waking up.
She smiles, shy and devilish, all at once. Sees right through him with those really, really, reallypretty eyes. Pokes a finger into his cheek. Dimples his blushing red face. “There it is.”
I absolutely headcanon that the core of their interest in one another is how each believes the other to be so true to themselves in ways they personally envy, not realizing really that they’re already there. these two are such poetic complements. I love their emotional arcs!
thanks again for the art and the inspiration :D
MISS@piedrpiper IS TODAY MY BIRTDAY AND I WASN’T AWARE OF IT???
I never thought, that I could inspire someome to draw or write something, and I’m have been left without words to express how happy and gratefull I am, and I’m also grateful, to have find this small space of the fandom with this amazing and kind friends.
I have read this like ten times and I am not exaggerating. I even cried a little. lol
everything fits them perfectly everything about this screams their names. I have no words. Yamato triying NOT TO LOOK AT HER AND AT THE SAME TIME WANTING TO JUST SUBMIT. Sora being playful and a little wicked when she is drunk . WHY THIS IS SO GOOD!?
I loved how he was being so honest with himself, even when he knows thet she is drunk and that she will not remember any of this the next day. Sora being a bad drunk is the only drunk Sora I can imagine any universe, in this case alcohol helped her so say some of the things she have on her mind to him, and Yamato just lose the battle without putting up a fight. I strongly belive that one of the reason why they could say all this loud is because they give each other this feeling of “no matter what happen you are safe with me”, “I can be honest honest with you because you are going to accept me for who I am” this are some of the things that come to my mind when I think about these two, and I see all of these things reflected in this drabble, I can’t express what Im feeling with words. The way you created all this amazing atmosphere *chef kiss* everything about Sora and Yamato is so soft, they are just two cinnamon rolls. (thanks for supporting me in the whole “takeru being a little shit” thing)
And also, thank you for always supporting my work, I really put a lot of myself in each one of this drawings and it makes me really happy that people enjoys them, I hope that in the future I can keep making people happy.
Also please go to pied piper AO3 page and to her Tumblr page you wont regret it.
Ok, so I realized there are a few things I need to explain. This mini series are part of my spooky season romance, which means, that this is an AU, the characters have the same personalities, names, etc, and also they have kizuna age here. Sora Taichi and Yamato are 22, Mimi and Koushiro are 21 , Joe is 23 and Takeru and Hikari are 19. When Sora said to Mimi that he and Yamato already knew eachother, is true, they did. The main idea for this plot was, what if Sora never confesed her feelings, would Yamato have the the courage to do it? Probably not, so things between them two have always been…weird, since Sora have some things she is scared to and also Yamato, so even if they have a “close” friendship their relationship never evolved from that, UNTIL NOW. At the time Hikari an Takeru are talking, Sora and Yamato are in let’s call it “something”, but they keep it private from everyone. Since Sora can´t really hide nothing from Mimi she confess her secret. I love Mimi and Sora friendship. (We all need a Mimi in our lifes, my sister is my Mimi) Ok, so Mimi is really famous in all the social media, and is on her way to start her own business. As always thaaaaaaaanks for the support and I hope everyone can enjoy this, also sorry if there are any typos, hopefully next time will be Taichi and Yamato plus Hikari and Takeru.
If you want to read Takeru and Hikari comic is part 1
