#A soft Daisuke moment

[yueebby]

all mine — gojo satoru

synopsis. It’s the exchange event and gojo doesn’t like how that kyoto boy is looking at you. 

contents.  fluff, jealous!gojo, minor male oc, loosely based on that one jujutsu scroll, satoru is really insufferable and problematic but in his defense he is lovesick

gojo satoru is seething. he knows that you’re good looking, but he doesn’t need the entire world to know that either. if it were up to him, your beauty would be for his eyes only. 

especially not that kyoto third year who has been eyeing you since your arrival.

it was sickening, really. and to add salt to the wound, you have been oblivious to it all. one moment, gojo has his arms draped around your shoulders, and in the blink of an eye, you were being whisked away by that third year.

“please don’t do what i think you're trying to do,” shoko’s unamused voice breaks his train of thought. her knowing gaze made gojo chuckle.

“who, me? why do you assume i’m plotting something?” gojo feigns innocence, hoping his friend couldn’t sense the vicious wave of cursed energy that was leaking out of him. 

shoko doesn’t bother telling him that his usual sky blue eyes were darker, clouded with annoyance or whatever angsty emotion he was dealing with. suguru snorts at his best friend’s silent torment.

“he’s kinda cute,” shoko places a hand on her hip while she observes you conversing with the brown haired third year from kyoto. he was probably a clan kid, judging by his traditional kimono design for a uniform. “you think [name]’s into him?” she eggs gojo on with a smirk on her lips. 

suguru bumps his shoulder against hers as a silent warning.

it takes a moment for satoru to process shoko’s conclusion, the realization evident on his face as his eyes slowly widened. 

“like hell she is.” satoru’s fist clench and he thinks that he will explode if you keep entertaining that stupid kyoto boy. why waste your time with a weakling, when satoru, who was much worthier of your attention was standing just a couple of meters away in the same courtyard? satoru glares at you from above his glasses, hoping you can feel just an ounce of the anger he feels. 

you don’t. 

he thinks he dies a little bit on the inside. in fact, he thinks you’re purposefully messing with his mind with the way you playfully smack the kyoto boy’s shoulder with the same soft hand that gojo has dreamed of holding since his first year. 

“stop being dramatic and let's warm up. we have team battles today.” annoyance is evident in suguru’s voice. yaga had warned the duo that if either of them acted up during the exchange event, the consequences would be dire.

“dramatic?” he scoffs, his glare not wavering. “she has the audacity to look beautiful in the presence of other men. she’s doing this on purpose.” his arms are crossed now.

exasperated looks are exchanged by his two friends.

screw whatever yaga said. without wasting another moment, satoru forced his way in your direction, ignoring suguru's attempt to stop him. shoko, however, held suguru back. "don't," she said, her eyes fixed on gojo. "i want to see what this idiot will do."

suguru sighed, acknowledging that gojo deserved whatever was coming his way.

you realize that perhaps you are too lenient with gojo satoru. you have forgiven every stunt he has pulled, but the look on his face right now as he approaches you with a wide grin makes you sense that might end now.

“wifey!” he closes the space between you. you furrow your eyebrows at the unfamiliar pet name. “how could you leave me for some kyoto scum?” 

you choke on air at his blatant insult to the boy in front of you. 

“ah, i apologize, i couldn’t help myself but steal her when i saw her. i’m ishikawa daisuke–”

“what a bold statement to say to her husband!” gojo doesn’t spare ishikawa a second glance, choosing to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. too shocked to move, you let gojo relish in the intimate action. 

you’re equally as surprised as ishikawa at satoru’s declaration, a strangled noise escaping from your mouth. the idea of gojo as your husband… it was enough to make your brain short circuit. where did he even get the idea from?

ishikawa’s eyes are blown wide, any semblance of self confidence thrown out of the window,  “i-i apologize for the misunderstanding. i wasn’t aware you were already married so young.” he stutters, bowing deeply to gojo who is smirking with a hand on his hip. 

“damn right we are. i knew i had to tie the knot with this beauty the moment i met her.” satoru proudly exclaims, his gaze softening when it returns on you. the initial shock is starting to wear off and you are shooting gojo your harshest glare. satoru’s antics seem to never end.

“isn’t my wifey the cutest?” he coos down at you, tapping your nose with a single finger. you are tempted to bite it off. 

“gojo satoru, you are the most insufferable man that i know,” you point at his chest angrily. “the most delusional too.” you mutter.

 he places a pained hand to his chest,  “you know other men? you’re killing me sweetheart.”

ishikawa coughs awkwardly, reminding you of his presence. you give him your best sympathetic look.

satoru, annoyed that your attention is off of him once again narrowed his eyes at the brown haired boy, “shouldn’t you be practicing with the rest of the kyoto weaklings? i recommend you to do so if you don’t want to be killed on the battlefield today.” satoru’s voice is an octave lower. 

“satoru!” you’re startled by his indirect threat, quick to defend your senior who looked like he was moments away from pissing his pants. 

“i-if you will excuse me.” ishikawa bows deeply once again before scurrying away without another word. you watch him hopelessly. the moment ishikawa is gone, satoru’s intimidating aura is replaced with a pout as he crosses his arms bitterly. 

“if you wanted my attention you could’ve just asked.” satoru exhales forcefully with a hmph. his arms are still crossed and if it weren’t for the fact that he had acted utterly out of line, you would almost go as far as calling him cute. 

“excuse me?”

“you were trying to get my attention,” he points out. “you don’t have to y’know.” my eyes are always on you. the words die on his lips.

a scoff leaves your mouth, disbelief is evident on your face, “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“you do!”

“are you jealous or something?” the idea that the great gojo satoru was sick with envy amused a cruel part inside of you.

“who? me? what could that country bumpkin have that i don’t?” he sounds almost offended at your accusation. 

“he’s nice.”

“i can be nice!" satoru whines. there is desperation in his eyes. "i bought a can of tuna for that stray cat the other week, remember?”

“yeah, but he’s nice to people. he’s also polite and-”

“alright i get it! you don’t have to keep talking about him.” satoru's eyebrows furrow in sync with the way his bottom lip slightly juts out. “i just didn’t like how he looked at you.”

“and how did he look at me?” 

satoru grumbles. was it not obvious enough? “his gaze was devouring you like you were his or something. honestly, what a loser. he’ll have to get in line.”

frustration laces your words as you challenge him, “you can’t just march around scaring off all of the guys that i talk to. i want you to admit that you were jealous."

satoru's jaw drops.

"you can't be serious." he protests, cerulean eyes widening. "i'm starting to think you like torturing me." you smile at his comment. you were indeed doing this on purpose.

"oh but i am completely serious," you reply with faux innocence, eyes blinking at him. “satoru.” you enunciate each syllable of his name, dealing the finishing blow.

he folds. you were being so unfair.

"i was jealous." he confesses petulantly. your grin widens as he admits his jealousy. the victory, however, is short-lived as satoru seizes the opportunity to sneak in another flirty comment. “it’s not my fault my dream girl happens to be everyone else’s.”

a groan escapes your lips, and you take your hand, lightly flicking his forehead. satoru accepts the physical contact happily.

"when will you give this bit up?" you retort, raising an eyebrow. 

“when i finally put a ring on that finger,” satoru winks. you regard his words with skepticism, oblivious to the fact that he was dead set on it.  gojo satoru was going to make you his, or at least die trying.

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extra notes:

prior to the exchange event, utahime actually warned ishikawa that you were off limits. she didn’t elaborate why.

poor ishikawa seemed to be the target of most of satoru’s attacks during the team battle.

tokyo won the event by an overwhelming amount.

“i deserve victory kisses for carrying tokyo to victory, right [name]?” satoru had teased you on the way home.

you pretend to think about it, “hmm i think suguru’s curses were quite helpful. he’s the one that deserves the kisses.”

satoru had never moved faster in his entire life to cover your mouth with the palm of his hand and whisk you away from his best friend who had joined in your joke.

[karleksmumskladdkaka]

DIABOLIK LOVERS LOST EDEN Vol.4 Mukami Saga

Original Title: LOST EDEN Vol.4 無神編

Translation: [Track 1] [Track 2] [Track 3] [Track 4] [Track 5] Massive thank you to @otomehonyaku for her hard work in ensuring everyone gets the full experience of these CDs ⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Audio: Here (CD owned by me). Please do not reupload anywhere.

Starring: Ruki Mukami (CV: Takahiro Sakurai), Kou Mukami (CV: Ryōhei Kimura), Yuma Mukami (CV: Tatsuhisa Suzuki), Azusa Mukami (CV: Daisuke Kishio)

Plot: The Mukami brothers arrive at Eden, and are saddened (and in Ruki's case, also angered) to discover the profound state of ruin it has fallen into after Karlheinz's death. Before they can decide the measures they ought to take to preserve and protect their former home, a familiar arrives carrying a letter from Carla, urging them to go to Banmaden at once to fetch Yui, who has been left behind there all alone. Concerned for her, they hurriedly leave to go get her and bring her to Eden.

In between having her blood sucked and listening to reminiscenses of Karlheinz and Eden, Yui takes the opportunity to tell the brothers about a powerful new threat: Kino, Karlheinz's illegitimate son, who intends to seize control of the Demon World and annihilate not only the Vampire but also the Vibora, Adler, and Wolf Clans. Despite Kino's formidable power, the Mukamis resolve to combine their strengths to protect both Eden and Yui when the time comes, no matter the sacrifices.

My Thoughts: This CD is so good, you guys (though talk about ending on a cliffhanger ;> <)! Man, I love the Mukami family so much. Their dynamic is honestly one of my favorite aspects of the franchise, and this CD definitely delivers on that front!

What I adore most about it, though, are the interactions Ruki has with Yui. He's so soft, caring, and, for a moment, even vulnerable with her, which really speaks volumes coming from someone like Ruki, who normally can't stand the thought of anyone seeing him like that. In short, you can really tell how much he trusts and values Yui now and how much he's changed since his More, Blood days. uwu. As usual, Sakurai brings his A game here and the tenderness in his voice near the end of the final track absolutely kills me (as do his soft grunts during the bloodsucking that comes right after oh lordy).

The other voice actors do fantastic jobs with their scenes too — scenes that I hope will particularly satisfy all of you Kou, Yuma, and Azusa stans ( v^-゜)

As always, enjoy listening (*^▽^)/♡

[captain-hawks]

Hello Dee!! I am sending you a care package full of soup and soft tissues and home made cookies in the hopes you get well soon!! 💙💙

And in the meantime, may I request Iwaizumi + red?

(thank you nonnie you're so sweet<3!!)

hajime iwaizumi x reader

c: fluff, angst, pining, childhood friends

“I think you should stay.”

Nearly lulled to sleep in the late hour by the dark, quiet highway you’ve been travelling on, you jump slightly from where you’re leaning against the cool surface of the window at the sound of Iwaizumi’s voice. The car rolls to a stop at the foot of the exit ramp, the traffic light overhead casting the interior of the car in a dull shade of red interspersed with the shadows of the raindrops sliding down the windshield. 

When you turn, his eyes are trained on the empty road ahead, his brown hair mussed like he’s been running his hands through it repeatedly while you were dozing in the passenger seat. For a moment, you wonder if you were just hearing things, but as if he can feel you looking at him, he briefly turns to meet your gaze.

“Sorry,” he gruffly adds, inhaling once before turning away, the car rolling forward as the light turns green. “It’s none of my business.”

You booked a flight back home on a whim three days ago, a redeye with nothing but a backpack and weary eyes that had done far too much crying—that, and a phone full of missed texts and calls from your fiancé. 

When you texted Iwaizumi that surprise, you were coming home for a surprise visit with absolutely no notice at all and landing at three o’clock in the morning, your childhood friend smelled your bullshit from a mile away. 

And subsequently was waiting at the airport for you upon your arrival, despite the fact that he’d been working all day. Despite the fact that he had an early morning ahead. Despite the fact that you insisted you could find a rideshare service to your parents’ house.

“You’re not taking an Uber by yourself in the middle of the night, I’m picking you up. Don’t argue.”

He knew something was terribly wrong the moment you approached his car. But he didn’t pry—not yet. Rather, he immediately wrapped you in a warm, reassuring embrace that felt like home and trust and safety and other things that were far too complicated to think too hard about out there on the cold airport sidewalk in your hometown.

The edge of the diamond nestled on your finger pricks uncomfortably at your skin as you idly spin the ring with your thumb, the gem weakly reflecting off of the street lights—dim in comparison to the small, bright green digits on the dash that read 1:32.

He has no idea that you fell a little bit in love with him the day that he picked up your soccer ball when it rolled across the street into his yard when you were eight years old, a shy grin on his face as he traversed the expanse of blacktop that separated his house from yours to bring it back to you. 

He has no idea how many times you nearly confessed to him in high school, hasn’t the slightest clue how wrong he was all the times he rolled his eyes as he assumed you were always at his house because you had a crush on Oikawa.

He doesn’t know how badly a stupid, immature, traitorous part of you wanted to hear those words when you told him you were moving across the country with your college boyfriend Daisuke. 

Stay.

He doesn’t know that your heart fumbled when Daisuke got down on one knee, the way the first goddamn thing you thought of was him. 

Hajime Iwaizumi has no idea how much of your heart belongs to him.

Even now.

After all this time.

“I don’t want to marry Daisuke,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.

Your body rocks forward as the car comes jolting to a sudden stop in the middle of a deserted street, your momentum halted by Iwaizumi’s arm that quickly shoots out to brace the impact. He stares over at you with wide eyes, and raindrops drum a soft, lazy rhythm atop the roof as his chest rises and falls. 

“What?”

Glancing down at the ring on your finger and subsequently back up at the man sitting beside you again, you nod, as if you’re not currently parked in the middle of the street on your way back to the airport for a flight back to your fiancé that’s leaving very soon.

“I don’t want to marry him,” you repeat, staring down at your hands as you fold them in your lap. You tug down the sleeves of the sweatshirt you’re wearing—Iwaizumi’s old Seijoh volleyball hoodie—covering your palms up to the base of your thumb.

Iwaizumi’s quiet for a beat, and you hear the sound of his head falling back against the headrest. 

“I don’t want you to marry him either,” he breathes out, quietly, his voice a little rough, a bit uncertain—like he doesn’t think he’s allowed to be saying it.

There’s so much you want to say right now, so many things you want to know.

A million words you can feel hovering on the tip of Iwaizumi’s tongue, words pressed into his grip on the steering wheel, caught somewhere between the gearshift and the glove compartment and your lone little backpack sagging sideways in the backseat. 

Reaching out, you take Iwaizumi hand in yours, carefully lacing your fingers together. 

He turns his head, face tilted sideways against the headrest. And though it’s dark inside his old sedan, your heart tumbles against your ribcage at the way he’s looking at you.

“This is still none of my business,” he murmurs, thumb tentatively running over the back of your hand.

“Then tell me you want it to be your business,” you whisper.

“I do.”

A car passes by in the opposite lane, the headlights washing over both of you, and you’ve never wanted to kiss him so badly in your life.

Your cheeks feel wet as you ask him, “Will you pick me up from the airport when I get back? I might have a lot of stuff with me.”

Iwaizumi lifts your tangled hands, gently kissing the place where your thumbs overlap as he nods before bringing them both to the gearshift to put the car back in drive.

"Of course."

[rottenstrawberrymilk]

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jigen daisuke x reader

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      "Move over." 

        His voice is gruff but you know that he just sounds like that. He's not angry at you. Actually, you're not sure if Jigen is even capable of being angry with you. All you know is that he's back and you're nothing but happy to see him. Just like every time. You obey, scooting over to the side of the couch as he throws his jacket off onto the cushions. 

        "Jigen!" You smile as he sits down and you throw your arms around him, practically colliding against his body hard enough to elicit a soft grunt on his end. Your cheek presses to his affectionately and sinks to rest in the crook of his neck as one of his hands goes to steady his hat on his head and the other wraps over your shoulders. 

        "What, you missed me?" he asks, head against the back of the couch. You can see the slight smile on his face. That makes you feel aglow. 

        "'Course I did! I miss you every time. It's boring here without you..." 

        "Don't lie, (Y/N)--I know you just nap around all day when I'm not here." 

        You fake an outraged gasp. "Only because you're not here! I can't think about how you're not around if I'm sleeping, right?" 

        You feel Jigen's shoulder shrug against you. "You're gonna fuck with your sleep pattern if you keep it up. Pick up a hobby or somethin'." 

        "I'm trying! Sometimes I practice darts. I'm gonna beat you one day, just watch me." 

        Jigen snorts. "Keep dreaming." 

        You fall a bit quiet, feeling as though something was off about him. Still, you don't move off of him, if anything holding him closer. "You alright?" You ask, a bit quietly. 

        Jigen simply sighs, readjusting his position on the couch so his head is at the end of it and his legs are stretched towards the opposite side. You move so you're on top of him, head on his chest, breathing in his cologne as you get comfortable. His hand goes to your hair and your eyelashes flutter slightly. The same usual exhaustion that his arrival had banished before was quickly returning to you. Stubbornly, you tried to stay awake for his answer. 

        "Long day. That's all." 

        "Where's the others?"

        "Lupin and Fujiko are off doing whatever the fuck. Dunno where Goemon went off to. They'll probably be back soon, don't worry." 

        You giggle. "Trust me, I'm not. I just wanna know how much time I have before you get all mean."

        "Whadya mean?" You can feel his fingers tighten a little bit in your hair and still. You swallow a bit nervously. For a moment, you're silent, before you decide to come clean with your concerns. Good relationships have good communication right? If there's a problem you should tell him...

        A soft sigh leaves you. "I don't know...you just get kinda...cold, I guess. Like whenever Lupin or Goemon or Fujiko or just anyone are around it's like you don't wanna be near me. And...I guess it stops when we're alone together but that doesn't happen a lot, so..." You trail off, not sure what else to say. Jigen can feel you tense in his arms.  

        Jigen is quiet for a second or two. You figured he was trying to find the best way to answer without hurting your feelings. "I don't mean to make you feel like that," he eventually tells you. His fingers go back to absentmindedly tangling through your hair and you can't help but stifle a sigh of relief. "I just...don't really like putting on a show, y'know? I like us having privacy. It's nice. If you want someone to stick their hand up your skirt or something in front of everyone, Lupin's gonna be more your guy-" 

        Your head lifts suddenly with shock, eyes wide. "Jigen!" 

        He laughs. "Sorry. I like seeing you get all huffy, it's cute." His hand becomes snug against the small of your back, bringing you closer to him. His thumb rubs slow patterns into your skin and your head drops back down again, cheek pressing into his shirt. 

        One of your hands goes to fidget with his tie as you ignore the heat flooding your face. 

        "You mind if I nap a little?" he asks, reaching his arms up behind his head in a slow, tired stretch. Guess he wasn't lying about it being a long day for him. 

        "Not at all. Want me to move?" 

        He quickly shook his head. "No. Stay here with me." He doesn't say it directly to you much, but you know he misses you just as much as you miss him. He doesn't need to explain that to you. 

        Jigen stretches out once more and you adjust your own position as well until you're comfortable, higher up on him. Your head nestles under his head, in between his neck and jaw. Either of your hands clasp faintly at the collar of his dress shirt. One of his hands briefly closes around your balled up ones, giving them a slightly squeeze. He pulls them up slightly, dipping his head so he can softly press his lips to the back of your hand. His beard scratches over your wrists as he lets your hands drop again back to his chest. 

        The gunman reached up, taking his hat from his head. Gently, he brings it to rest over his face and the brim in turns covers your face as well. The darkness it provides is actually surprisingly welcome and you already begin to close your eyes again. That, and the overwhelming scent of the product he used in his hair was extremely soothing and had you falling asleep within minutes. 

        You didn't know how long you'd been out for this time, but you figured it'd only been a short period. Jigen's hand was gently jostling your shoulder in an attempt to wake you up further. Tiredly, you stretch out over top of him, face rubbing into his neck as you yawned. He takes his hat from your face, fixing it back on his head. 

        "Wanna move?" He asks, voice rough from waking up. "My neck's getting sore." 

        Sleepily, you nod. He sits up, pulling you up with him. You shift so you slide off of his lap and stand up. He's at your side, hand reaching for the small of your back. With ease, he guides you down the hall, ignoring your bleary stumbling. You only look up once when approaching his room's door. Your eyes become less foggy as you lean forwards to focus--trying to make out exactly what's been newly taped to the door. Eventually, it becomes clear and you smile.

        A picture of you and Jigen cuddling on the couch, your arms wrapped around him, his hand looped over the small of your back while the other hung off the side of the couch--of course with his hat over both of your faces. 

        Jigen shoulders you gently to the side to get a better look himself. Bent over slightly, he tilted his hat up with the bend of his finger. 

        He didn't say anything in that exact moment. Instead, his hand went to his gun. With easy familiarity, he switched off the safety. You watched him turn and storm off, in the direction of Lupin's room, muttering something about "putting a bullet in that damn camera". You knew he'd be back soon enough.

        Yikes. All right after his little "valuing privacy" speech too. 

        Still, you turned back to the door. Gently, so you wouldn't tear the polaroid too roughly from the adhesive on the door, you pulled the photo off. You held it in both of your hands, almost a bit too fondly now that Jigen is far out of sight and you don't have to pretend to be angry about the photograph too. Under any other circumstance, you're sure this would have all been super creepy. But knowing it was probably just Lupin who took it, you felt a lot more at ease. No doubt he genuinely thought it was cute and wanted to tease Jigen a little bit. 

        I hope he doesn't think it's embarrassing, being seen with me by them. That'd be kinda fucked up..." 

        It's hard to question the state of your relationship with the gunman when you're fawning over the way his arm was wrapped around you in the picture and how closely you held him in return. You bring the picture up at your fingertips, briefly pressing it to your lips before folding it in half and tucking it in your back pocket. You'd think of a place to hide it later. For now, you just wanted to finally get some good quality sleep, instead of another mini nap.

        You opened his bedroom door, leaving it open behind you as you entered. You knew he'd be coming back soon.

        With a heavy sigh, you collapsed onto his mattress a bit dramatically. You bury your face in the nearest pillow, inhaling his scent once more. God you didn't think there'd ever be a more perfect combination than cologne, cigarette smoke, whiskey, and whatever that certain thing was that made Jigen...well...Jigen. Your fingers curl almost longingly into the pillowcase as your expression softens with oncoming drowsiness. 

        About five minutes later, Jigen crept in, shutting the door with his heel. His bunched up suit jacket hung from one of his arms as he undid his tie with his free one. Quietly, he tossed both of them off to the side of the mattress, kicking off his shoes as he approached his side of the bed. Slowly, he settles down onto the sheets of his bed, setting his hat onto the top of the lamp on his nightstand.

        You seem to sleep easier when his arms wrap around you once more. One of his hands drifted up the backside of your upper thigh, slow over the curve of your ass. As his palm brushed over your back pocket, it suddenly stopped. Jigen put his thumb in your pocket, letting the rest of his fingers rest on you. Upon feeling a papery corner brush over the pad of thumb, Jigen's head lifted a little bit. 

        Easily, he pulled the paper from your back pocket without waking you. He unfolded it.

        The photo.       

        You'd kept it. He flipped it over between two fingers. Jigen stifled a chuckle. He could see the tint of your chapstick against the picture. After he glanced over the picture once more, he carefully folded it back in half. His hand reached back over your hip, to your back pocket, slipping it back in. 

        Jigen smiled as you shifted closer, unconsciously, into his chest.

[nikonyash]

Smut & fluff ft. Yuta Okkotsu

A/n: Been MIA and just find the strength to write again. Was thinking to write about Daisuke Kambe but oh well... Anw I find sexual intercourse with your ex is quite exciting. Of course that applies when both parties are not dating anyone, yet.

You and Yuta were over. "I can't do this anymore," your words whispered, like a soft gust of wind, before you ended the call months ago. That was meant to be the closing scene. Or, that's what it is supposed to be.

But right now, you're under him.

You can feel his hot breath on your neck, trailing kisses. Biting your lower lip, you try not let a sound slip when his length touching your spot while he's thrusting vigorously.

You don't remembet how it happened. A moment ago, you're at his door to give back his shirts you borrowed. Then, he invited you for closure. But, before long, you are in his bed.

"Let me hear your voice," he kisses you on the cheek and his fingers playing with your nips. Your body is heating up at his gentle voice and before long, soft moaning in pleasure filled the room. The stimulation makes you unable to control yourself. You put your palm on his cheek and searching for his eyes.

He softly gaze at you.

He devours your lips and slips his tongue into your mouth. You could taste the shared breath and his heartbeat as his body pressed in yours. Yuta feels your fingers going throuhh his hair and gently smiles.

His warmth makes your blood rush. You push yourself towards his length as you feel a knot in your stomach. "Yuta, I-I'm-"

"Cum for me baby," he fastens his pace. Yuta grunts to your wall clenching tight around him. His half-lidded eyes giving you the clue that he's close. With a choked voice and your legs gripping his waist, you reach your peak and feel his warm load inside you.

This is wrong, you think to yourself. But the pleasure just felt right. With his head on your chest, Yuta's catching his breath.

"I miss you," you hear him talk between pantings. "Please give one more chance to us," he leans to kiss your cheek.

The face of a guy you've been talking to pops up. "Forget him. I know we still can work it out." Is he a mind reader now? You giggle while Yuta's eyebrows are drawn together in confusion.

You miss him, too. He might never know how you cried for weeks after you hung up on him or how you deliberately come into places he likes and hope to "accidentally" bump into him. Or even when you're unable to sleep when thinking about his whereabouts, or he's still alive or not.

You never really forget him.

"I promise I will never do anything harmful again," he caresses your hair and suprises when you chuckle. "As if!" His daily job requires him to play with death and you know it very well. "Then, what should I do?" Sadness creeps into his words.

He deeply stares at you, leaving you admiring a pair of gentle eyes you've been longing to see. A touch of warmth sparks in your heart and spread to your whole body.

"Just promise me you will always come home in one complete piece, alive." Surprised, Yuta's expression lights up. "And never lie to me. Don't leave me for days without telling again," Yuta feels your lips pressed against his and see your cheeks turning red.

Smilling, he engulf you in a hug. Softly whisper the words you're eager to hear.

[flowering-thought]

Hey! I recently discovered your ocs and I love them very much <3 You're pretty good on making them feel like actual people! I know you have a lot on your plate right now so feel free to ignore this if want!! How would the brothers react to a darling who, when they confessed, wrote it off as a (cruel) joke because there's no way a handsome guy such as themselves likes them?

Hope you take care! I'm super invested on your children so I may or may not make some fanart of them 👉👈 hope it's okay?

Omg hi!! Oo I quite like your idea cause ngl I've done that too babe <3

A reminder that you're beautiful though <3

I'll give all the aggressive love ya need on those insecure days and so will the Kawahara's-

As for fanart feel free!! Ngl I love hearing people's ideas and if someone makes fanart I just melt jrksksnwkw

I hope you're having a good start to the new year!! So let's get with this-

Not double read so there might be spelling errors 🫠

Takeo then Daisuke then Makoto <3

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Takeo after some months of getting to know you in person, finally confessed. He decided to do it while you two were meeting for coffee.

He always wanted to make it more elaborate, maybe ask you out with some fancy sign or with an elaborate gift, or maybe even a treasure hunt! But somehow the sunlight hit you just right and as he sat across from you he couldn't help but feel like he'd burst if he didn't tell you how pretty you were.

"I really like you!" Was what he blurted out, a small blush reaching the tips of his ears. He felt the urge to smack his head on the table but decided it was now or never. His fingers fiddled with each other anxiously as he looked up to your slightly shocked expression.

"I really like you and would you maybe go on a date with me?" He asked. But you only sat there confused before a small chuckle left your lips, "Oh come on that's not even a funny joke Kawahara! You're way too handsome for someone like me!" You say, the slight twinge in your chest hurts but you really didn't take him seriously.

And Takeo felt his heart nearly explode. He wasn't expecting this kind of reaction. "I'm serious." He said, his tone becoming neutral as he stared right at you.

"You're the most beautiful person I've ever met both inside and out and I don't care what anyone says you're the only one I want. So I'm serious when I say that I like you and want to go out with you." He claimed. He felt so serious that you had completely froze.

Takeo reached one of his hands across the table to take one of yours and give it a squeeze, "Please give it some thought. I seriously want to be something more with you. This isn't a onetime thing and ever since I saw you I knew I wanted to ask you out.".

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Daisuke had many worries swirling through his head. He had gotten to know you for a bit before he was absolutely sure he couldn't live without you.

His head was filled with thoughts of dates and seeing new reactions and complimenting you. He couldn't wait to just hold you in his arms on a rainy day and read peacefully. He envisioned doing so many thing with you that would only prove you to be his.

So here you were, hanging at the bar, petting Mikan on your lap with a big smile on your face as you talked with Daisuke. Honestly Daisuke is east to talk to. He loves listening and when you ask him about a novel he's interested in for the week he goes on about something new he learned and how the plot is going and his eyes light up in a way you adore.

And he loved that. The way you listened to him with genuine interest, your hand holding your head and the soft gleam in your eye as you listened to him ramble. It wasn't till he went silent that you waved your hand in front of his face with a soft smile.

"Kawahara? You alright?" You ask, tilting your head out of habit as you question him.

"Would you be mine?" He asked, that moment of transparency in his emotions slipping out without thought. You reeled back a bit, unsure of what you heard. "What?"

Daisukes' eyes widened when he realized what he said and his hand went to grab the cloth he used to dry off the counter and hold it tight, "Well! Um! Would you maybe go out with me?" He asked, a little unsure as he repeated what he really meant.

You smiled awkwardly before fumbling with your hands, "Very funny, I don't think many would make a joke like that though.." You mumbled. Daisuke felt his grip on the towel tighten at your words.

A joke?? How could he ever joke about his feelings for you? He nearly felt himself cry before he hardened his resolve and looked you straight in the eye.

"I'm serious! I haven't felt like this for anyone before. You're the only one I've ever felt this way about. Please don't turn me down without thinking about it!"

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Makoto had been going to your bakery quite often. He loved the smell of sweets and warm fresh baked goods. The warmth of your bakery felt so lovely on a cold morning before work.

Sometimes he came after work just to get to see you a bit more. He always told himself that he was going to do more than make conversation with you.

But when he'd make his order and covers with you he'd get so lost in conversation that his mind couldn't think about anything else other than you're voice and the calm and lovely way you'd talk to him and make the effort to make him feel comfortable.

And he noticed that you didn't treat other customers the same. You talked with him more, laughed with him more, you actually seemed happy each time he came in.

And he thrived on that smile you gave him each and every time.

And one morning, when there was no one around and he saw your pretty lips curve into a smile, he knew it had to be then.

So he walked right up and as you asked him how his morning was and that you had made a new batch of his favorite sweets ready for him he stared right at you with the most serious expression and blurted out, "Would you go on a date with me?".

A minute od silence passed till he noticed your anxious look. The way your body nearly caved in on itself and how you almost looked lost for words. "Is this maybe a prank? Maybe one of your coworkers put you up to this?" You asked, almost looking like you'd tear up as you stood there.

Makoto nearly felt his heart break at your expression and frowned. He knew you had to like him? So did you really think that he would play such a horrible prank? That he disregarded your feelings to the point he'd do something so horrendous?

He almost wondered if your reaction was due to experence and nearly felt his blood boil till he realized he needed to come up with a reply.

So he calmed his heart best and shook his head.

"It's not. I really find you adorable and I was really hoping you'd give me a chance. I don't mind waiting for your answer and I come in every day so don't feel pressured to give me one until you're ready! But I'm serious when I say I want to get to know you better. If you give me a chance I promise I'll make it worth your time."

[digitalgate02]

[main post about the Rider AU] [the tag tho]

Rider AU's main cast [1/8] - Rui

Alright so, I wanted to post them all together + Daisuke casual/Rider form fully but yeah. I’m doing it at a slow pace as the ideas come in. So I did Rui-kun first. (Y'all know I'd do him next)

⚠ Please avoid commenting about the canon, especially about 02TB movie in this post. Some people haven't watched it yet!! Please respect them!

So Rider AU Rui-kun had been friends with Daisuke since he started preschool. A tragic incident resulted in him hurting his right eye, also in losing his parents. No one knows what happened to him and his family, but his relatives who took him in think it was related to the digimon.

Despite this, he always had Daisuke’s help and later from Ken, who introduced him and Daisuke to his other friends: Miyako, Iori, Takeru and Hikari. And then, Miyako introduced all six to Wallace. He’s non-confrontational and the chillest person in the group, and might have the tendency to look serious but deep down he’s soft and gentle.

He’s a leap baby born in 1992, a year younger than Daisuke and a year older than Iori. He hides the injured eye with his bangs, which makes some people believe he’s emo or goth (because he really likes wearing black clothes, or some neutral dark shades of gray, purple and blue) – he doesn’t care about those though, he’s happy with his life. He works at a cafe shop called “Infinity” at the moment. Despite working at a cafe shop, he’s not very fond of very sweet stuff, and tends to prefer fruit desserts and sour candy.

Just like everyone else, Rui agrees Daisuke should quit working at that “vet clinic/lab” because he can’t stand watching someone, who helped him for most of his life, to suffer like that. And he’s one of the first friends to learn about the sketchy activities involving the clinic and the digimon.

But… For the safety of everyone – including Rui’s – Daisuke is not very comfortable talking about turning into a Kamen Rider… yet.

Well, he would get involved in that current crisis after meeting a certain critter…

[the-ravening]

9 People You'd Like To Get to Know Better

Thanks for tagging me @six-demon-bag, @zsparz, and @hiddenxplaces-blog!

3 ships: Winterbaron, obviously. Uhhh, I guess the other ships taking up the most space in my brain at this very moment in time are Helmut/Heinrich Zemocest and Stucky.

First ship: Daisuke/Yamato from Digimon was the first fic I ever read. First ship I got obsessed with was prob Paris/Kim from Star Trek Voyager.

Last song: I think the last song I listened to last night was Clever Sleazoid by Dir en grey

Last film: I kinda half-rewatched Captain America: The First Avenger with some friends on NYE while eating raclette, but the last new film I actually watched was probably Saltburn. Unless I'm forgetting something because Saltburn's taken over so much of my conscious thoughts.

Currently reading: Mostly fanfic, occasionally my Scientific American magazines that pile up, and I started listening to Lolita on audiobook a couple months ago but dropped off, though I'd still like to finish it.

Currently craving: We just finished the Tony's Chocolonely bars I brought back from Germany, and I wish so badly that I'd bought more of them.

Fav color: Blush pink & matte gold, preferably together in soft, glorious harmony

Relationship status: Not married, but not not married

Last thing googled: The spelling of Tony's Chocolonely. Before that, probably words to make sure I was spelling them/using them correctly.

Current obsessions: Zemo, Winterbaron, Daniel Brühl, Saltburn, and I've recently gotten really back into knitting again. Oh, and I started nostalgia playing Princess Maker 2 the other day and now I barely wanna do anything else, so I guess that also counts.

No-pressure tagging: @violenciorp, @tales-from-a-maphia-don, @thepiper0fhameln, @ex0rin, @unlikelymilliner, @shadowslament, @winterbonesthings, I can't even think of 9 people who haven't already been tagged, so anyone I missed who wants to join in.

[genccide-archived]

' i ... got sick, once. ' it's the best way he can think to describe it without telling too much, anyways; he doesn't know how much something like magic and science could coexist, at least for as long as one was rooted in the impossible and the other, no matter how bewildering or miraculous, miraculous enough to even give nothing but a human brain and soul a bionic body, remained firmly within the realm of rational logic; mathematics and engineering and discovered, earthly laws.

here's what he wonders: could you quantify a human heart, to the exact nonsensical measure? or could you create it, and birth something out of nothing? was it stored in the mind, or someplace else, the soul, the heart's very conscience? it demonstrated its presence by its absence at times, and this is what daisuke thinks as he closes and opens his palm, watching the veins at his wrist tug and pull, cinch and release the rest of his digits, digits that sometimes weren't even his to control.

' ... i didn't even really realize it, but my feelings were starting to get messed up. first i didn't feel anything for the people that i liked the most, and then i started to stop feeling anything at all . ' like a thick block of ice slowly spreading further and further out, glacial, beyond him, some primal part of him perpetually screaming and panicked and begging him to break out and flee, while the rest merely turned hollow, pliable, weak and numb. ' it was horrible. i don't want to go through anything like it again. but at the same time, when i think about it, i was only okay thanks to everybody else being there for me. '

for breaking every spell and deciding to take care of him. to make sure that he didn't lose himself; they had done everything they could. ' i still don't know if i deserve it, and i still feel really bad for troubling them so much, but i know that i'll always remember it. ' the soft, nostalgic smile on the boy's expression remains proof. ' i also want to be someone that others can trust with their hearts. i don't really know if it's possible, but i at least want to try, and when i do, i'll try my best. '

" That's not ... something a doctor can cure, is it ?  " It's an unfortunate truth, but a familiar and natural thing. Even if hopeful physicians believed there is a cure for every sickness, it must be devastating to dedicate your life to save others only to find out that there are things someone like you can't change nor fight.  He's lived with his doctor for years, throughout which he's witnessed the weight of life on the old man's slumped and frail shoulders,  he wishes he could take away every burden  and have it crush his own instead. 

Is he any different ?  Metal for hands and silicon for skin and a vibrant core in the place of a beating heart. Of course he is.  But it's that non-existent heart that weeps in devastation and trembles with pain. Longing for a moment of triumph for the humanity it loved and cherished deeply. For the weak and limit-bound to break free. For his own humanoid rage  that never dies out. No matter how many times he breaks apart or how many parts get replaced in his quest for it for strength. This anger will always help that non-existent heart remain pitifully human. 

Or at least that's what Genos believed. 

" Every time I think I got closer to my goa, I start feeling too fast. "   The hands on his lap open and close, mirroring the action of the younger boy before him. The robotic noise they exhale is far too familiar to his ears, it's almost weird when others move without making a sound. His eyes are downcast, staring intently, as if looking out for the second  these hands would turn against him.   " It feels like I'm falling behind, like my body would go out of control ... "  And I would go on a rampage. 

His chest feels vacant,  yet a bright core spins faster inside,  it's unnerving to think too much, but it can't be helped. What is trust when his own body doesn't feel like it belongs to him ?  When he can't even trust his own being ?  A body that has deemed him weak, a burden and a possible danger.   

Feeling too fast and not feeling anything at all.  Has it always been this risky to live with these emotions ?  He thinks of himself back from four years ago, when he was a mere kid blissfully unaware ... too engulfed in the simplicity of life to ponder on his own depths. 

Too cared for and loved to worry about it. 

" You are very fortunate to have people who care for you this much. "  Back straightening, intense gaze landing on Daisuke, he speaks all of a sudden, so intense it might sound  a little intimidating  despite the lack of such intentions from the cyborg's end. He simply wants to be perfectly clear and get his feelings across in earnest. " And your desire for improvement is truly admirable. "  Being a burden, relying on others to help and get you out of tight spots, feeling powerless and helpless afterwards. Asking yourself ;  what am I doing wrong ? What am I lacking ? Is this really all that I could be ? 

He can't let himself surrender to such weaknesses. And it's in moments like these that he feels fortunate, knowing he got the chance to meet such an inspiring personality, a person who wields the power of humanity in a way Genos could never imagine himself doing, not anymore. 

" I want to change, too. I want to become stronger for the sake of the people who took care of me. "  His family, his doctor, his teacher.  This salvaged life isn't his, it's theirs.  This non-existent heart is theirs.  The flame that burns within him and aids him in every battle is theirs.  " My teacher helped me learn that the most important thing is to keep moving forward, it can be frustrating, but listening to you helps me believe that there is hope for us to get where we want to be one day. So please, whatever you face, don't stop trying, and I won't either. " 

[dnangelic]

" a-aren't we too h-high up ? " that's the best kanade manages out , pale face turned paler in the face of her actions ; finally venturing out for once - but maybe it was more than she could chew .

the night air was cool against her skin , a hundred times fresher than what the sanctuary of her room offered— unfortunately, every small shift from daisuke resulted in a frightened yelp from kanade, clinging onto him as tight as she could- her fists balled tightly around his coat .

and yet , she wants to try and peer out to look at the city lights below — to admire the various night lights that are stationary , or move about in the form of vehicles and machinery alike . it’s what they came out for , didn’t they ? kanade finally manages to peek out one eye , staring below in terrified awe .

@1amsong

( eh ?! yoisaki-san , i'm sorry ... ! )

it's the best that daisuke can do too like this , mutely fretting while his other self only laughs . the sound throws itself gently into the wind and quietly vanishes beneath passing breeze-tousles and zephyr-howls ; dark's grasp tightens firm but gently around kanade's delicate frame , trying to offer itself in a better reassurance even as she clutched with all her frightened might at his clothes .

' take in a deep breath ... and get a good look . a height like this is perfect , isn't it --- ? '

on a night flight , the sky reverses : streetlights dot and mottle the black canvas of the ground like stars , the moon reflecting off still bodies of water in a gorgeous halo glow . even daisuke had been enraptured by the sight mere moments ago , before his company's nervous squeak had reached him and snapped him out of any soft , silent wonder .

if he could have , he wouldn't have hesitated to take careful hold of kanade's hand and encourage her with a promise and smile : whether hundreds of miles in altitude or flat with their feet on the ground , he would have tried with all his might to keep from any sort of harm befalling her .

instead , he feels his lips pull and flash a devilish grin , all mischief and teeth .

' we'll only be in trouble if i start enjoying myself too much . '

cruel tease ! ... and yet nothing more than that . it was merely pleasant and comfortable to have company in his arms , and he doesn't indulge in the sort of greater heart's swell that would rob him of his wings . ignoring daisuke's brief chide and flustered frustrations in his thoughts , careful to keep kanade balanced properly in his grasp all the while , azumano's phantom thief continues to soar and slice through the air , blending in unseen even with his silvery-haired company .

' after a while , you start to get used to it . ' he hums , another brief song left to the wind . ' not the sight , just the sensation . before you know it , you'll realize things are always more beautiful than they are frightening . '

if it wasn't happening already . going anywhere , seeing everything ; to kanade's brave peek , he flashes a single charming , upbeat wink .

' just trust us . if it's daisuke and i , ' ( nothing bad's going to happen to you , yoisaki-san --- ! ) ' we won't let you down . '

[luna-di-fuoco]

OC INFORMATION: YUKINA KURIMOTO

*art credited to nocnoc_art @ instagram*

Name: Yukina Kurimoto (栗本 雪奈) Birthplace: Ukyo Ward, Kyoto, Japan Nationality: Japanese Birthday: October 24th (Scorpio)

PHYSICAL FEATURES Age: 17 (WMS Arc 1) | 18 (WMS Arc 2) | 18 - 19 (WMS Arc 3) Height: 158cm (start of Arc 1) | 160cm (end of Arc 3) Weight: 47kg Hair Color: Dark Brown / Black Eye Color: Medium Brown

GENERAL INFORMATION Family: Tatsuya Kurimoto (father, deceased), Akane Matsuda (mother, deceased) Unnamed Paternal Grandparents Emiko Matsuda (maternal grandmother) Daisuke Kurimoto (uncle)

Fighting Style: Aikido (Arc 1) | Aikido, Kobudo (Arcs 2 + 3) Weapon: Dual Sai

Personality: Quiet and reserved by nature, she carries a somewhat mysterious aura around her. While being from the Kansai region, she speaks with a formal dialect and has an extremely subtle accent.

Despite her soft demeanor, she's far from a pushover. She'll protect those she loves by putting herself on the line, even in a compromising position. She's also willing to bend the rules on occasion and can be surprisingly stubborn, which is more apparent in close relationships.

While she appears distant at times, it's merely a defense mechanism to keep herself at arm's length. Her innermost desire is to make everlasting bonds, but certain memories make her hesitant; all it would take is for her to meet the right people to set her free.

HISTORY: A high school student living in Kyoto, Yukina trains alongside her uncle to become a full fledged aikidoka.

Originally approached by her friend Izumi to enter the King of Iron Fist Tournament 4, she declined due to a personal hiatus.

One night, she dreams of a young man turning into a monster and plunging the world into darkness. Unsure of where this came from, she wakes up to discover that Heihachi Mishima, the head of the Mishima Zaibatsu, has suddenly passed away.

Over the next few weeks, her dreams slowly repeat in a constant loop. Getting a bad feeling from these visions, she learns that the Mishima Zaibatsu is hosting a new tournament. Hardening her resolve, she enters the competition to prevent this dark future from happening.

While her first round in the competition is a success, her second round is interrupted by visions of two young men fighting against one another. It's there that she sees him: the young man from her dreams morphing into noting short of a demon and nearly decimating his opponent.

Consumed by this vision, she suddenly feels her entire body grow hot. The next thing she knows, she's relocated to an unknown area...but even more startling to her, she dons an entirely new outfit which strongly resembles that of a sailor suit.

Utterly confused as to what's going on, she then comes to face to face with her toughest opponent yet—Jinpachi Mishima, the host of the tournament.

From this moment on, reality shifts into a new paradigm, setting the groundwork for White Moon Saga.

MISC

Yukina's voice claim is Shizuka Itō

Her face, when drawn realistically, is loosely based on Mirei Kiritani

She has a red crowned crane motif in her training gear

The inspiration for her use of dual sai stems from Elektra (Marvel) and Raphael (TMNT), which begins in Arc 2

She presses flowers for a hobby

Her go-to drink is chamomile tea with a splash of milk and honey

[espectres]

‘ careful, now. ‘ a single black wing stretches itself out towards the other, rough-looking and enormous but still willing to acquiesce to any touch and curiosity. ‘ —- no tugging. ‘ not that dark and his generous heart didn’t trust the other, but these were amongst his most precious parts. not the black feathers but the grandiose limbs they were attached to, proof of a hidden namesake that the soft curl of the phantom thief’s lips refuses to pronounce. the touch of a hand too instinctively lifts to land lightly on shou’s shoulder, marble-esque palm keeping, if not silently pleading the other close. even if shou marvels and wonders over his wings, dark’s gaze lingers softly, fondly, every sharp feature filed down by tenderness and a faint light. ‘ otherwise… you can do whatever you want. take your time. ‘

@dnangelic

As strange and wack as psychic powers can get, Shou has never been able to fly. Sure, the right amount of energy, concentration and telekinesis could lift him off the ground, help him float a couple feet. Maybe even jump blocks and buildings, saving time and sparing himself the public transport experience. But he doesn't suppose Daisuke would go outside with a pair of wings like these simply to be in time for a school bell after having overslept. 

" I won't, I won't. "  He says against a lighthearted chuckle, a wide grin plastered upon his lips. He doesn't hide his profound curiosity nor his fizzling eagerness, he's been wanting to take a closer look on the wings since a while now, they have always been so captivating. Capturing his attention in fleeting moment of closed distances and quiet intimacy. It's really cute when they flutter, he has once commented without a single thought in his mind besides the image of a small bird nestling next to another, happy to be home. There were instances where he'd been worried of the way his eyes would jump to the wings just for seconds, and it would feel wrong to look at them instead of the face of their owner. Or perhaps it felt wrong to look at all, could it possibly be similar to how he feels ?  To the way his gut would twist when the wrong eyes get a glimpse of the myriad of white scars of his body, offering him useless pitying looks.

He hopes that's not the case, he hopes the trust offere to him as these wings reach out would never become some cause of regret. 

" ... "  The esper feels ridiculously small, but not in a particularly bad way, it's simply as strange as how he's imagined it would be, or as standing next to a horse. Both experiences making him hyperaware of his short stature, something he can be very miserable about, but that's for another day. Right now his eyes remain fixated on the feathers, their dark shine so pristine and alluring. Moreover, they feel unnatural, a presence that engulfs like fragrance of flowers he's never smelled and standing under lights of stars that never existed, all alone. And it takes Dark's hand on his shoulder to prompt and remind him that he can actually move like humans do instead of just sitting there and letting himself drown in the otherworldly sensations. 

Hand reaches out to land a light, real touch- something simply human that has nothing to do with how much magic the wings carried without trouble. They slide between his fingers, amicably soft despite giving the impression of being sharp as blades. Shou briefly wonders if the wings needed preening like other birds' would, but only briefly.  He assumes magic would work its magic magically enough for that & moves to the next question on his mind. 

" Are they any heavy ?  Wait that's stupid - "  With purpose he moves closer, trailing across secondaries until he reaches a joint, it feels so fragile under his weak grip, anything unlike the sturdy well protected bones of a human. He can tell, he's fractured plenty, and none were magical. " What if they break ? " 

[seventeenlovesthree]

Fandom Shipping Polls - Daisuke Motomiya Shipping Analysis (Poll I + Poll II)

As pointed out in the main post, every single Chosen Child will get their individual analysis post to check on the status of the current popularity of their ships. With that out of the way, let’s take a look at Daisuke, shall we!  

The overall results / spreadsheet

Disclaimer: As the “Someone from 01/02″ and “Others” options from poll 1 and the “Someone from 01/02″ option from poll 2 have been excluded from the final analysis due to redundancy reasons and all results were culminated in another “final count”, the results will not be 1:1 to what the polls look like:

Overall votes: 132 (approx. 110 in sum after the exclusion), the main poll got 93 votes, the secondary poll got 39 votes.

The “Others” choice in the main poll received 3% (approx. 3 votes) and 0% (0 votes) in the secondary poll. The comments/tags did not specify any preferences here (aside from characters that were already part of the main choices).

Ship Analysis

1st place: It should come to nobody’s surprise that Ken (52%) singlehandedly swept this poll without facing any kind of serious competition at any time of the voting. Daiken is one of the most popular mlm Digimon ships on the planet - and for good reasons, as their anime portrayal provides for some very intense and intriguing mutual character development. Not only do they start off as “enemies” (with one of the parties unknowingly holding lots of the admiration for the other), but them turning into friends - and Jogress partners - is one of the most significant development fuels for both of them; nurturing each other’s (self) confidence while growing closer, developing great fondness, attachment and protectiveness for each other as they get more and more comfortable with themselves and in the other’s presence. It’s an endearing framing with a lot of heart, and with the additional anticipation of more news on the 02 movie, it’s really no surprise to see them being as prevalent and beloved in fandom as they are at the moment.

2nd place: With a huge gap to 1st place, Takeru (11%) takes his seat on 2nd place. As mentioned in Takeru’s own analysis, this makes a lot of sense; their popularity here may be explained by the idea that Daisuke is supposed to be a foil to Takeru in a similar way Taichi is to Yamato - even though their dynamic as so called “rivals” does not play out in the same way at all. Despite the occasional bickering, it’s portrayed to be more lighthearted, especially on Takeru’s behalf, who likes to tease Daisuke, making for a mutually challenging, yet very playful  - and most importantly: more soft - dynamic.

3rd place: Daisuke is the second character after Mimi who had SEVERAL people competing for third place, resulting in a three-way-tie between Miyako, Hikari and Wallace, with each of them snatching 8% of the votes. And again, taking a very close look at canon, all of these choices make sense; Miyako proves to be companion Daisukes has a teasing and competitive, yet supportive and familiar relationship with; Hikari is portrayed as someone Daisuke heavily crushes on at first and tries to compete with Takeru to get her attention and affection over, but once that quietly mellows out, they prove to have a soft, mutually trusting bond; last but not least, Wallace is a movie-only character with a flirty, teasing attitude towards Daisuke while also making him want to fight for his sake and sad backstory.

Honorary mentions: As the majority of votes has been distributed among the choices mentioned above, there isn’t much left to be mentioned - yet characters that got more than 1 vote include Taichi (3%), Koushiro (3%), Sora (2%) and Michael (2%).

“The 1 vote squad”: This spot is reserved for Iori, Yamato, Mimi and Jou (1% each).

“0 votes go to…”: Interestingly, Daisuke is the only character in whose poll EVER SINGLE main character received at least one vote.

Annotations: N/A

What did the other polls say?

Daisuke won Ken’s poll (61%) with one of the biggest margins and also came in second Takeru’s poll (18%), thus mirroring his own results to a high degree. 

However, he doesn’t appear in the top 3 rankings for the other characters and actually has a tendency to come in fourth a lot, namely in Hikari’s (9%), Miyako’s (15%), Iori’s (9%), Taichi’s (10%) and Yamato’s (7%) polls.

Thus, for the majority of the rest, he was merely a niche choice, such as Sora (3%), Koushiro (2%) and Jou (1%).

Mimi is the only character in whose poll he did not get a single vote - she herself had received 1 vote in his though.

Notable additions / comments / thoughts

Daisuke’s polls stand out for the fact that he received the fourth most votes overall (after Taichi, Ken and Takeru) - which is quite ironic if you consider that he also appears to be the KING of getting fourth place, thus missing the podium for third place 5 times overall.

These facts aside, he is, as mentioned, the only character whose polls had every of the other 11 Chosen Children get represented by at least 1 vote. It shall not be overlooked that the sample size is still comparably low of course. Thus, I really hope to reach a wider audience if I choose to repeat the polls once the fandom is not as quiet as it is right now. However, the idea that Daisuke has enough followers that every possible combination had at least 1 fan is very interesting. 

Seeing Daiken sweep the entire voting overall is really no surprise, as they appear to have a very passionate group of followers, artists and writers alike, not only on tumblr, but on various internet spaces - regardless of country, even after all this time. This may or may not be assigned to the growing anticipation of the 02 movie as well as for a general demand of more 02 related content after the Adventure 01 cast received a lot of exposure in the past years. Overall, for the reasons mentioned above (and beyond, thanks to their portrayal), Daiken has always been going strong, despite never having been canonized.

The comments in the tags have only referred to the already mentioned choices. The “Others” option did not receive any further votes in the second poll, indicating that all the most viable choices have been covered by poll 1 and 2. Usually, the option is reserved for OC ships, for when people prefer to not ship a character at all or when they’re considered asexual (which will definitely be a future option to include as well!). 

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[hollyparrot]

Lars and Cael

All the LIs are beautiful and very likeable and these two don't fall short by any means. I'm getting the impression that Cael is the husbando for this game, regardless how the story goes. Lars is deliciously fun. I enjoy seeing him in the story and in battles. Alas, I can only afford to pull so much on gachas. At the moment I don't plan to actively target their cards

But dang, I sure would enjoy listening to these two. They have beautiful voices in the JP dub.

Junichi Suwabe needs no intro but I know him most as the VA for Artem in ToT. Every time I borrow a Lars card, his voice is just butter *chef's kiss*.

Daisuke Hirakawa. I knew immediately who he is. I can't really call myself a fan, but I have fond memories of his voice. He is the VA of Chrome from Punishing Gray Raven

Chrome was my favorite husbando for a long time, when I was just getting started with mobile gaming. I'm retired from PGR now but I'm still very fond of him. I will come back to PGR in a heartbeat if Chrome gets a new frame, but I digress

There are differences in his performance as Cael and as Chrome but his tone has that beautiful softness

[beginningobserver]

[RE:CONNECT - blog v.] Link 1 - The eggcounter aftermath.

[AO3 version]

The mysterious DigiEgg who appeared on February 21 2012 was witnessed by everyone in Tokyo. Not only Daisuke and his friends.

Among them, two peculiar people saw it and received this strange message on their digital devices. Those two… were connected to a certain person involved in those events. …

…

“A giant DigiEgg…”

A 20 year old young woman with brown hair tied in low pigtails checked the news on the morning of February 28th. She was at the reception from the local hospital she worked at. A pink digimon looking like a rabbit -- Cutemon -- was next to her, also looking at the screen, with a concerned look.

“I hope it’s a bad digimon like the one from the last time…” Cutemon frowned, “Those… Eosmon, like that person named Koushiro alerted once on the Chosen Children Network.”

“Yeah,” she nodded in agreement with her digimon.

Suddenly, they witnessed someone climbing the Tokyo Tower. Cutemon and the human girl felt their hearts skipping a beat. The digimon screamed:

“W-why is that person risking his life like that?! If he falls from that height he will…!!”

The woman looked at the mysterious trespasser climbing, and while she was nervous watching it…

“W-why does this boy look… familiar to me?”

They watched the boy falling from the tower, and the woman winced while the digimon covered her eyes.

“Look, Nakajima!” a male coworker who was also watching it called her attention, “A bugman-like digimon caught him! It’s okay!” He noticed the other was pale and in shock. As always, Nakajima Ayame has a soft heart and cares for everyone, even if she doesn't know them.

“Huh??” She glanced at the screen once again, Cutemon gasped:

“Ah!! Ayame! It’s a Stingmon! One of the Chosen Children saved that person’s life!!”

“Thank goodness…” Ayame sighed in relief, her body felt more relaxed and she calmed down. Still… Something in that stranger on the TV seemed familiar.

…

“Man, there are a ton of crazy people these days, huh” A 20 year old young adult man with his bangs dyed blonde, short haired and with an earring on his left ear sighed. He commented with the person to whom he was delivering a meal.

“I wonder if that kid will be okay…” The elder frowned. The man was watching the TV news when the delivery boy arrived.

“Well, the digimon just saved the trespasser so I guess it will be fine!” The delivery boy chuckled lightly, “It’s common to see those little fellas around right…?”

“Yeah. Do you think the big boy at the top of the tower will be a good one or a bad one?”

“No clue… All I know is they’re taking care of that already,” the boy shrugged, “If it is a menace, I’m sure those people with digimon will take care of it. They are always doing it.”

“True…”

“Well, I’m going. I have more deliveries to do! Thank you for choosing our services!”

…

The moment the ominous egg hatched, Ayame was leaving from her shift while the delivery boy’s deliveries had been finished and he was just nearby the Tokyo Tower.

Both, from different places, looked at the digimon which hatched from the egg -- A pink giant digimon that resembled…

“Ukkomon…?”

Ayame received a photo from the delivery boy right now:

[Hiroomi]: Hey, isn’t this creature familiar to you??

“Who’s Ukkomon, Ayame?” Cutemon asked, she tilted her and frowned.

Ayame turned to Cutemon, and she explained, “A digimon from a friend who disappeared a long time ago… But it can’t be that same digimon, can it?”

A few seconds later, the big pink digimon started singing Happy Birthday …

“Huh…??”

Hiroomi, on the other end, blinked: “Happy Birthday…?? Is it serious??”

Happy birthday dear Rui--

“Rui…?”

They didn’t expect to hear that name again. Hiroomi immediately dialed Ayame’s number this time:

“Did you hear that too?! Or was it just me??”

She answered, staring at the big digimon in the horizon, “Yes, I heard it too. That digimon said ‘Rui’...”

“It can’t be a coincidence anymore, Ayame-san!”

“... Yes, it can’t be.”

“Huh? What’s wrong?” Cutemon asked, noticing the girl’s stare at the pink Ukkomon.

“That digimon is indeed the one connected to him . What is he doing now…?”

"Beats me! But do we know any other Rui person whose birthday is February 29th?"

“...”

Ayame’s frown could mean many things: But one of those meant she was mildly worried about this. Why did Rui-kun suddenly appear like that? Why is Ukkomon big and at the top of the Tokyo Tower…?

Many questions popped in the girl’s head. 

In the morning of February 29th…

The news was everywhere about the giant unknown digimon and the other three ones fighting it. To Rui, this made him a little uneasy: He was the cause of all of that confusion, the source of it.

But, on the other hand… He had just solved a big problem in his life.

“... We’re really bad at communicating,”

He repeated the same thing he had said when the small egg appeared in his hand once Daisuke and the others beat Ukkomon, but this time unamused by the footage on his TV screen.

He had no digimon eye in his face anymore, so it meant he didn’t need the eyepatch or to avoid contact with other people. But… knowing that he was running away from the police and accidentally made six people and their digimon get involved in it…

“You shouldn’t have pulled that trick on everyone,” he sighed, but his tone was a little more sassier than upsetting. It was like he meant that to himself too.

He didn’t expect to become… Some sort of criminal or something. Maybe he wouldn’t get arrested if he explained what happened?

His phone rang, it was one of those people from last night. Oh right, he had given them his number… Or they had given their phone numbers in case he needed a little help.

The name on the screen said ‘Daisuke-kun’. He answered the call and then…

“Doooooooooooooooon’t worry about the news or whatever is happening, Rui! We got it covered! We have a ton of people who can prevent all of us from the cops sending us to jail!”

“H-Huh…?” Rui blinked.

“Hikari-chan’s big bro who’s my former soccer club senior works for the government so yeah! He…”

V-mon’s voice was heard from the distance, “Taichi was yelling at you this morning because we got in real trouble--”

[off-phone] “I don’t need to tell Rui that, V-mon!! It will ruin his big day! Let the big boy have a peaceful birthday, ok??”

“You… got yelled at by someone?” He frowned, though since it wasn’t a video call there’s no way Daisuke could see it.

“Nah! Taichi-senpai is a chill guy! It’s just… It’s just that we didn’t tell him about that. And Ukkomon’s teeth-tentacles might have broken something by accident.”

“...” Rui sighed again.

“Aa-ah, it’s not YOUR fault t-tho!! Imperialdramon and the others might have made Ukkomon scared and he attacked us!! But everythin’ is fine, right?!”

Rui turned to the egg, “You broke a few things, once you hatch please apologize ok?”

“Nah, digimon battles break stuff a lot, it’s not Ukkomon’s fault if he broke something. Nobody’s dead or hurt.”

“Is this your plan to make me calm?” this time he was… playful?

“... N-no, I mean…!! Do you wanna hang out and do something?!”

“I… I don’t think I should…” he took it back, maybe it’s not the right time to be teasing someone you just met.

“Nah dude! Pretty sure everyone wants to compensate for the messy eggcounter we all had!”

“ ‘ Eggcounter’… ?”

V-mon’s voice was heard again, “You did a pun? In English?”

[off-phone] “H-hey, I’m trying to cheer him up ok?!”“By making a terrible pun like that?”“Excuse me, it was an eggcellent pun ok?”“Look! You did another weird English pun again!!”“Leave me and my egg-puns alone, V-mon!!”

That somehow made Rui laugh, those two were indeed funny.

[off-phone] “See?? He laughed! This means my job is done here!”“English puns with eggs make you crack a smile ?!”“Yeah I-- Wait a minute, did you just…”“...”

“I’m sorry I don’t think it’s a good idea--”

“Oh no no, everything is 100% fine! But if you don’t want to do anything we will understand.”

“...” he looked at the egg again, thoughtful.

Daisuke and the others definitely were trying to befriend him… He didn’t know if he should just accept it. They all started on bad terms somehow, him being a little difficult to talk to them and then being interrogated like that… Also he had this little impression he had made those six upset with what he had said.

Was he ready for that, though?

“Sorry, last night it was just--”

“Oh, ok then…”

“But… Thanks for the snowball fight. I… It was the first time in a while that I had one.”

“Oho! See, Iori was angry for starting it but I knew it was what all of us needed! A little fun doesn’t hurt y’know??”

He smiled, “Yeah, I agree.”

“Anyway, if you wanna hang out another time don’t hesitate to call us!”“Daisuke… Look at the clock we’re getting late for work--”“OH CRAP!! SEE YOU ANOTHER DAY, RUI!” and he hung up before Rui could even say anything else.

“... Daisuke-kun is… really an interesting guy, don’t you think?” He turned to the egg and talked with it again.

Even if the Ukkomon DigiEgg couldn’t answer him yet , he thought he should start talking more with Ukkomon. Well, Ukkomon might be just listening to him for a while… Until the egg hatches.

[peculiarbeauty]

dnangelic asked: all his running around has gotten him into some trouble! daisuke’s dress has caught somewhere and torn a little, while the large ribbon holding together hair has loosened and flattened, turning mussy. he makes for quite the frumpy princess, or simply an impressively energetic, athletic village girl —- but he stays put with his hands in his lap as belle assists him, a soft and apologetic flush on his cheeks. ‘ sorry… i just wanted to help everyone and do what i could before the party. i didn’t think i’d end up being so clumsy. ‘

she continues to mend the dress as best as she can. " aw .. but you shouldn't apologize ! " her voice is angelic , warm like the morning sun's greeting. " this is a wonderful color on you. did you decide on the dress yourself ? " she is really impressed. " if anything at all , i've really enjoyed this short moment had with you. maybe clumsiness would be what ultimately lead you here. i'm quite grateful for that ! " slow to rise to her feet , she takes a couple steps back with a soft tap of her chin in thought. " .. perfect ! you are as good as new. "