#digimonth

2- Connected

After clicking that weird email, Log has found themselves in an even weirder place, and a preculiar little creature and familiar device have shown up before them.

Here's my goal: I plan on working on my post-02 AU (the AU I had posted a few things for on Digiweek, back in July) for at least 1 hour a day. My hope is to have all the characters final designs and bios all finished by the end of this week. Then for the rest of the month, I can work on the story itself.

My plan for this project is to do both writing and art. So, while I'll be writing the dialog and thought, the more scenes and details will be drawn out. Kinda similarly to a comic, but also kinda not.

My hope is that by the end of the month, I'll have the first chapter done, but we'll see!

Hey guys!  Got some updates for Digiwrimo!

1.)  Date: January 2022, all month

2.)  Name:  I modelled this event off of Nanowrimo, but there’s absolutely no reason to limit it to writers!  So I was thinking of renaming the event to Digimonth, or some variation thereof.  Digimonth: Create!  Something like that?  I need to decide soon, though.

3.)  I guess I need to make a discord server and a tumblr account for this event, which I will probably do in October, so expect another update then.

4.)  All creatives are welcome, and you can work with any kind of digimon content (all seasons, games, drama CDs, whatever)!  The goal is to create together consistently for a month, and hopefully establish a creative habit.  There are no prompts; use this time to work on your existing/planned projects.  Sample goals: create for x length of time per day, complete y items on your pending projects list, make z number of drawings/reach x words written in January, etc.

5.)  This is going to be a lowkey event.  I’ve never held one before, and I may totally stink at it, so I’m trying to keep my expectations at the “have fun and create” level.

6.)  The exact rules are TBA, but all tagged material/reblogged material on the main blog and discord discussions must be at the teen rating or lower, as I cannot know how old participants are (ie no explicit/graphic material).

 7.)  If you’re interested in this event, please start planning your projects now!  Time has been bonkers for me these last two years or so, don’t let January sneak up on you!

✴️ yamato + mimi // yule (20-23 december) - also known as midwinter, is the festival of winter solstice. bringing sprigs and wreaths of evergreenery (such as holly, ivy, mistletoe, yew, and pine) into the home and tree decorating are common during this time.

so i’ve settled with wheel of the year as the general theme for eight drabbles in this august; a self-proclaimed digimonth. the order will be based on this graphic, so you’ll know who’s next in line ;) and yes, japanese celebrates christmas with their love ones and surprisingly, kfc is a common meal during the period. you even have to order from a few days before to get your hands on the chicken.

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Remind him to choke Yoshi later as he just spread a fake news by shouting, “Mimi-chan, please come back—Yamato’s cranky here without you!”

“Shut up!” Yamato yelled back before leaning closer to the phone again. “Don't listen to him.”

“Well,” Mimi hummed from across the line. “From what I’ve just heard, I might have to agree to him.” 

...okay, maybe he was a little cranky. Call him a whiner, but it was going to be their first Christmas as a couple, so it was only natural for Yamato to expect a quality time together, right? Be that as it may, due to her schedule as a first-year culinary student in Paris, Mimi was not able to come back home—which means more and more days had passed since they last met.

At first, Yamato was trying so hard not to complain, especially because Mimi sounded very excited when she informed that she would have an internship on a famous bistro starting last autumn. However, the universe seemed to make fun of him by showing how lovesick the people around him were; Takeru who was going to have a Christmas dinner with Hikari’s family, his bandmates who brought each of their girlfriends to tonight’s gig, even his recently re-married parents decided to go to Yuzawa for a second honeymoon.

“Is it okay for me to bring a gratin dauphinois to your grandparent’s house?” Judging from the background noise, Mimi sounded a little busy—maybe in the middle of preparing something. According to her, she would have a shift before Christmas Eve tomorrow, but she got a day-off on the twenty-fifth, so she decided to visit Yamato’s grandparents and celebrate Christmas together. “I heard it’s a regular thing here on Christmas, so I don’t know if your Mémé will also cook it. But it’ll be far weird to bring a Japanese food on Christmas!”

“Mimi, I don’t even know what a guratan doufinowa is.” Her French was better than his, indeed. He even called his French grandmother with Obaachan. “Just bring anything you like to cook. You can even show up empty-handed wearing t-shirt and no make-up, and they won’t even mind.”

“Not funny, Yama.” She was probably pouting. “What will you have on Christmas, by the way?”

“I think I still have time to order KFC.”

“Don’t be a sloth. You can make a better meal by yourself.”

Yamato was exasperated. I want your cooking. Why do you have to cook for my grandparents instead?

A crew came announcing from the door that it would be their turn to play shortly. His bandmates started to rise, gave a final kiss to their lovers before leaving the waiting room. Yamato sighed, standing up with his bass guitar in one hand. “Alright, time to go. I’ll call you back after the show, okay?”

“I bet the others got a nice good luck kiss from their girlfriends.” She chuckled. “Do you need one too?” 

He rolled his eyes as he made his way out. “Don’t be so cringey—”

Just when Yamato passed the open door, someone pulled his arm from the side and when he thought he was going to fall, his lips were caught into a kiss. As his eyes widened in surprise, he was more confused when he found that Mimi was standing there in front of him. And when she drew back from that short kiss, she gave nothing but a sly smile.

“Don’t get me wrong. It’s the mistletoe.”