ONLY HOPE AND LIGHT TOGETHER CAN DEFEAT DARKNESS

By kathlaida-princess

Summary: Five years after their last battle, the Dark Ocean calls for Kari again. She tries her best to resist, but the calling gets worse and more desperate, and she decides to end the problem once and for all, this time, with the help of her best friend Takeru Takaishi. But they seem to get into a hopeless situation, and only by using the powerful crests they carry for ten years they can find a way out. Major Takari. Rated M for one chapter, and one chapter only.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Digimon, but it's been 14 years and here I am, finishing this story!

Author's Notes: Hello, dearest readers, whether you've been following this beautiful mess since its inception or are now curious to see what it's all about! This is happening, and I appreciate everyone who messaged saying that they'd love to keep on reading - I definitely did not expect such a response within an hour of posting the update, but I am so grateful and inspired ;w;

A few notes before the usual review replies and the chapter itself!

At 28 years old, I am literally double the age now that I was when I started writing this - that's fucking bonkers. I still have the notepad with my first full plans for this story SOMEWHERE, but my life has gone through so much since and I've moved across the ocean to live with the literal love of my life, so I don't have access to it anymore. This means that I had to reread this whole thing to reconstruct the remaining seven chapters, and while a lot of it was kind of embarrassing and error-riddled, I'm still proud of the heart and the plot of it, and it was amazing how fast I just remembered everything as I pieced all of it together.

The nostalgia for this fic hit when I suggested my partner and I watched the first couple of seasons of Digimon while in quarantine, since they never had the chance to. We actually got to watch all of Tri too (I know reviews on that are kinda mixed, but I did like it a lot even if I'm sad we didn't get any time with the 02 kids and I didn't really like the new Digimon + kid - the characterization of all characters was so good and full of heart)! My partner became super attached to Takari in the process (duh!), which led us to unearth this and I was like, "I'm gonna write an update, and if literally just one person is still waiting for this I WILL finish it", so here we are!

I am super excited to be doing this again, so here's to seven more chapters!

As usual, I would like to thank Taeniaea, Aero Angemon (so happy to still see you around!), krystal marie grayson, Shiningheart of ThunderClan (sadly things are gonna get tough! thank you for the review ;w;), , GoneAndDead(i hope you get to see this and read a whole new chapter!), NovaWars, CreatressTheDreamer (i didn't, i am just so sorry it took this long!), iloveanimeandmanga2000, LILFOC, Digi-fan capp (wow you won't be happy to see how long it ACTUALLY took me huh), funlander51015, omegaskullgreymn (i am so sorry for the delay and thank you so much!), Guest, the digimon friend, kutikue, devilwanab (3 !), Gadget10thAnniversery, gongz99, the alpha phoenix and BlondeandConfused (thank u sm omg... it is definitely a really fun experience to come into this as a more mature writer now, and keep learning by writing more and more!) for leaving super nice reviews!

Let's do this. :)

CHAPTER 16
THE LOST GODS

Candy and take out food wrapper rustling was the only note chiming across the spacious bedroom as a waddling Tentomon distributed a bounty of treats to an eager crowd of peers. They consumed the high-calorie-fast-sugar-high-crash-inducing feast as if it were the very first thing they've ever eaten in their lives, depleting the stock as fast as water spilling from joint hands.

Joe and Gatomon, ever the pinnacles of reason and practicality, simply hung their heads and sighed. So much for equally sharing the spoils of Koushiro's valiant convenience store run.

Yet he man himself sat cross-legged on the carpet, wholly oblivious to the slaughter of his rations as he conversed with the codes and scripts of his laptop, eyebrows furrowed.

It had been a long time since the DigiDestined had gathered like this. Even throughout the vast expanse of summer vacation freedom, it seemed that mundane, almost boring daily life had grabbed a clammy hold of even those who had felled digital monstrosities in the name of saving the world.

These days, Joe still raged against bitter nights of studying for university finals armed with motivational posters and defeated bags under his eyes. Gomamon, ever reliable, fared way better in his battle against his partner's stubbornness, dragging him away from books and syllabuses and into bed, near force-feeding him at times, much to his chagrin.

Mimi and Palmon, finally re-settled in their old home and lives, were actually already at the unofficial Digidestined headquarters when Patamon and Gatomon rushed to Koushiro's for help. Enthralled with the concept of creating her own brand of crafts and accessories to allow others to find their inner "cuties" online, Mimi had become a master of delegating logistics onto both Koushiro and her partner Digimon, proficient in fine website coding and fast packaging, respectively. This meant she ended up spending most of her waking time at his friend's, spoiled rotten by both his timid niceness and his mom's delight at seeing Koushiro nurture such a close friendship. By now, two whole folders in Mimi's phone were dedicated to adorable baby pictures of Koushiro that his mom had shared, much to his embarrassed dismay.

Iori and Miyako mostly shared Joe's routine of warring the last sighs of their school year. However, knowing that the main subject of the meeting would be Takeru and Hikari and given the urgency of it all, all that was left in their expressions was concern for two friends who had always seemed infallible.

Ken mirrored a graver version of that same expression, and even if he was unaware of how and why his companions were in danger, the knot in his gut pulsed, murmured of known dark grim places where he once dreaded to get lost in as well. Daisuke was caught up in his need to perform his vocal and bellowing concern for Hikari, but truth was, as much as he was genuinely hoping that both her and (God forbid) Takeru would turn up safe somewhere, right now, his focus zeroed on Ken, the familiar empty whirlwind taking over his eyes.

Their Digimon, however, were occupied with the sole objective of draining their host of his welcoming food, competing with all the others on who could get the new tastiest snack.

All Koushiro could do was sit alongside two very worried Patamon and Gatomon. Waiting for everyone else to settle in, his fingers gripped at his knees tighter and tighter as casual conversation thrived between his friends, happy to catch up on their lives in their heavy absence. Even his mother, albeit well-intentioned, contributed to the raw chaos of the situation, coming into the bedroom right on the cusp of food oblivion only to refill the stock with homemade goodies.

Order did eventually fall over the room like a silencing blanket, when the combined anxiety exuding from Patamon, Gatomon and Koushiro bled into Ken's expression and Daisuke understood at last that he must be vocal about this the most.

"OKAY, EVERYONE, LET'S ALL CHILL OUT AND SHUT UP," his voice boomed and all the Digimon instantly ceased to move, mouths full, eyes wide. Daisuke sighed and continued, "Sorry for doing that all of a sudden but... this isn't some chatter party! We're all here because our friends are in danger and it's..." he couldn't help but quickly glance at Ken, "it's really affecting some of us too..."

Order weighed more like guilt as Daisuke's words seeped into the group. Ken visibly recoiled, his gaze lost somewhere inside himself. Digimon and humans alike hung their heads in growing shame, but the Digimon were quick to swarm Patamon and Gatomon in tender apologies. Neither of them were upset at them at all, of course, nuzzling them back in grateful acknowledgement and compassion.

"We really don't mean to bring everyone down, guys!" Patamon started. "It's just we are really worried someone might have taken Takeru and Hikari and..." his face drooped, "... we're not there to protect our partners."

Gatomon nodded, ears lowered and eyes following right after. "All we know is that Takeru came to see us some weeks back, asking if there were any signs of trouble and... one of his suspicions was that the Dark Ocean was calling for Hikari again."

Past the weight of order and guilt, the two words seemed to crawl like a glacier over the whole group. Ken visibly recoiled, expression pulling into a frown, at least until Daisuke tentatively placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry..." Ken's voice came, barely above a murmur. "If I hadn't fed so much darkness into it, maybe the Dark Ocean would have never found Hikari or put her in danger. It feels as if no matter how hard I work and how many things I do to make amends for my past, there's always something that slips by. I'm sorry, I-"

But he was interrupted by Daisuke's hand giving his shoulder a squeeze. "Ken... I know it's hard to remind yourself of this and I get it that there was so much hurt that came from you being the Emperor... but you were just another victim in the middle of all this too. We all know who was responsible. We all... care a lot about you and would never let you have to handle this by yourself."

This earned him a small smile from Ken, which seemed to light up the faces of everyone else in the group.

Empowered to start sharing his plan, Koushiro knelt up and spoke, "It's true! We are going to help our friends out of wherever these things have taken them, and even if we are kinda scattered and moments like these are becoming more and more rare, we are stronger when we are together and we can always count on each other! Although, this time around I am kinda glad Taichi and Yamato aren't here to have to deal with all this..." he added in a more sheepish tone.

The Digimon, already forgetting the negative feelings that came with the mention of the Dark Ocean, immediately became excitable at the prospect of a new adventure, raising their little hands and claws in the air. "Tell us your plan! Tell us your plan!"

Koushiro smiled wider, turning his laptop to the rest of the group. "For now, I think it's best we split into groups and cover more ground that way. Remember, we can't discard the hypothesis that they might be in the Digital World! So, Joe, Iori and Miyako, please message our DigiDestined friends to see if they know anything about new dangers, and go in there to check it out yourselves. I will be emailing Gennai and checking the data on the Digi Gate openings and closures - I'll update you if I find something weird. I want Patamon and Gatomon to stay with me while we gather all this information, that way it will be easier to send them to the right place once we find Hikari and Takeru. Ken, I... understand that this is a big favor to ask, but I need you to try and think of ways the Dark Ocean might still use to reach us."

Before Ken could even open his mouth to reply, fear in his eyes, Daisuke was already booming, "That's not fair, you know how much this stuff affects him! There has to be another way!" But Ken simply tugged at Daisuke's sleeve.

"It's okay," he said, even if he didn't sound very convincing. "I am the only one here who's ever been there out of my own choice. I want to help Hikari and Takeru."

And Daisuke was about to just cross his arms and pout when he added, "Well, then I'm coming with you! No buts!"

Koushiro sighed once again, "You didn't let me finish, Daisuke. I was going to suggest you accompany Ken in this quest, since the Dark Ocean is dangerous and unpredictable. So this works out well! Finally, Mimi, I-"

"I am not going anywhere!" she immediately piped up, just as brash as Daisuke. "Are you planning on sitting on your butt and gluing your eyes to this computer while gobbling oolong tea for the next three days? Absolutely not, you are a valued member of this team and you WILL be looked after. I'm staying!" Koushiro sighed amidst poorly-stifled giggles from the rest of the group.

Resolute in their assigned roles, the DigiDestined enjoyed only a few more minutes to obliterate the rest of Koushiro's hospitality before they began this new quest. Gatomon and Patamon now sat more relieved alongside Tentomon, eager to help on demand too as Koushiro cracked open the first bottle of oolong tea under Mimi's stern gaze.

As they moved outside, small Digimon in their arms, Daisuke mirrored the intensity of Mimi's gaze, shrouded in concern, targeting Ken instead. His friend seemed to have been taken to a very dark place already, and Daisuke cursed his own hesitation to reach for his shoulder once again while he followed Ken home.

Curtains of sour bubbles erupted like molten rock around the writhing mass of tentacles and captive girl, determined to sink to the bottom of the blood ocean. Even as Dagomon's reach and sheer strength far exceeded Hikari's, she refused to remain motionless and demure, to allow the monster to drag her deeper, to extinguish the golden flame of hope bursting from her heart.

So close to her, beyond the surface of this cursed pool, she knew her Takeru to be alive and to love her more than anything in this world. Lifting the veil of timid insecurity around the terms of their relationship was long overdue, and had filled her with an inner certainty she could not put in words, sheer resolution on who she was, what she was capable of, why she would not give in. Her heart drummed with invincibility, arms and legs flailing away from her captor like a row of tidal waves against a cliff, raging, raging against the dying of the light inside her.

Even as Dagomon summoned more of his minions to engulf her deeper in tentacles.

Even as the air kept vanishing in new streams of yelling bubbles, leaving burning pockets in her lungs.

Even as the surface rose further and further beyond her reach, and her eyes singed trying to see even the vaguest wisps of non-sunlight through the mass of cursed blood.

Hikari's determination had slowed Dagomon's progress to a crawl, and his anger was loud and pulsing, in tight pinches around her, in violent lashes from massive tentacles. Yet the monster still successfully abducted her back into his palace, through the hole her and Takeru had pierced in their escape attempt. Dagomon bellowed orders at the Gesomon to get the breach fixed immediately as the servant Scubamon scurried every elsewhere in a panic.

Out of the ocean, Hikari managed to fight to plant both her feet firmly on the coral floor, nails and teeth now sinking into Dagomon's flesh. Unfortunately, he proved to be more impervious to these attacks than his underlings, instead slithering his entire body up to the Queen's Room and then tugging at Hikari's stand in full force. Her knees buckled, her weight giving away to the sheer pull of the Dark Ocean sovereign's tentacles, and she was dragged back to her prison faster than she could have struggled any further.

Yet her heart still shone in shades of pink and gold.

She would never give up again. On Takeru, on herself. She would not be held back or captive here, in this dismal place where all light faded.

In a last, desperate surge of energy, her Crest glowed and she held it in her hands, reciting the incantation as easy as breathing.

And immediately her body was transforming, glowing in white flashes as the angel emerged from the girl.

And immediately Dagomon reacted, striking, felling and shattering the Crest from around Hikari's neck in one fell swoop.

The young woman tumbled to her knees, arms and legs shaking from the sudden drain of the last of her energy. Her eyes, wide and frantic, could not see beyond the tragedy of her own actions, the horrible fate her carelessness had brought upon herself. She barely noticed Dagomon retracting his whole body from the Queen's Room, slamming the towering doors on her prison.

The walls, decaying and putrid in all the loss of their glamour, seemed to almost creep towards Hikari, insignificant in their middle.

Dagomon would not physically harm her while he still needed her, yet his palace hungered for something that was hers alone all the same, and did not have the same inhibitions as its master.

A single drop of blood crawled from the ceiling, dropping with a heavy, echoing sound on a pool of its kin at Hikari's hands.

Still following behind the weary group of Scubamon at a grueling pace, Takeru struggled between attempting to turn back and run towards the beach once again, or allowing his temper to rekindle and rush the poor exhausted Digimon forward. His heart thrummed with ached panic and yearning, anxiety prickling at his skin for letting go of his Hikari - his whole body felt off and wrong for pressing further in the opposite direction from her. This primal inner crisis was directly wholly at himself, shifting between states of anguish and anger that he hadn't been strong enough to save her.

Yet he'd look at the Crest cradled in his hands and he'd see how it still glowed brilliant in shades of pink and gold and he'd chastise himself for being so stupid. True, together they were invincible, but that didn't mean that they weren't a force to be reckoned with by themselves. Besides, now that the truth of their love had been fully cemented around their hearts, were they ever truly alone anymore?

So against all odds Takeru hoped for the best, he thought of Hikari and believed her will and strength to be insurmountable, and he allowed a smile to bloom on his face.

And even if the Scubamon were malnourished and sluggish, it almost seemed as if Takeru's change of heart had seeped into their own pace, bringing a spring to their steps, a second wind to guide them home safe and sound.

At first, Takeru didn't even quite realize they had arrived at the last standing Scubamon village. Eroded rust-stained stone buildings crawled up disjointed and uneven from the barren ground, most of them barely as tall as the surrounding decrepit trees. The few dozen houses seemed to be wholly vacant until the leader of the travelling group hit the ground with his harpoon a few times. After a couple of seconds of sheer silence, silhouettes began emerging from the houses, tentative and timid, immediately aware of the stranger among the new arrivals.

The warriors began to disperse, to greet the children and elderly waiting for them, but some still remained awkwardly close to Takeru, distrust engaging curiosity in a battle inside their eyes. This soon spread in a wave of whispers from the rest of the village, slowly but relentlessly swarming around Takeru in quiet yet despaired pleas. Seeing them like this, he couldn't help but feel pity for the Digimon, as well as guilty for the way he had treated them before, when Hikari's safety was still at risk at their hands.

Some of them startled when Takeru moved to crouch, his hands going in his tattered filthy rucksack to retrieve a few objects - canned food that he'd taken from the palace previously and now set before him on the ground. "I am sorry for the trouble I have caused to your people," he spoke up, standing straight once more. "I'm also sorry I don't have more to give, but I figured anything would help anyway. Enjoy!"

It didn't take long for the aura surrounding the whole village to shift entirely, fear turning to immediate revelry. Homemaking Scubamon scurried to gather all the cans and sweep them onto a communal kitchen cabin, lingering a promise of a feast before nightfall. The excitement from the grownups soon reached the children as well, and Takeru wondered how long it had been since they'd experienced this much joy. A young Otamamon in particular seemed particular curious, eager to greet this stranger in their own way. All of a sudden, Takeru's hands were held by the tadpole-like Digimon and he was given a shiny rock, a token Takeru took as gratitude.

The young man was glad to just stand there and watch the flickers of light brighten up the village's day, the ecstatic mayhem to make good use of the blessed gifted resources. However, he soon noticed Penelope and the Boss exiting the biggest house up ahead, and the way they beckoned for him was telling of grimmer subjects to come. Takeru left the bulk of the Scubamon to enjoy the food, and the small Otamamon who was sad to see him go, and followed the leaders into their house - just as decrepit as the rest, but slightly bigger.

The sage was smiling up at him, both hands holding onto her carved cane-harpoon, as if she could peer deep into Takeru's soul and spot something that had changed while he was gone. The Boss, however, looked as disgruntled and cranky as always, brows furrowing as he grumbled for the boy to sit with them. "Let it be known that I am still not sold in this arrangement," he started, his gruff voice only accentuating his displeasure. "If it were up to me, the Chosen One would have granted me her pow-"

Penelope did not hesitate to whack him across the head with her cane, silencing him without a single complaint. "Enough of that! We are here to set things right at last, and we only have so much time to be petty and throw useless tantrums." She then turned to Takeru, "I believe your trip down to the palace was useful, boy?"

Takeru nodded. He recounted his time in Dagomon's lair as swiftly as he could, while trying not to leave out any important details. The labyrinthine corridors, the guards, a timid remark about being with Hikari and... "... I found a book about the true prophecy. It was written on it, and you were listed as the author, Penelope. I need to know, why didn't you tell us about the true prophecy sooner? What else do you know and why... why did I have to leave Hikari behind again!" He tried his best to remain calm, the last thing he wanted was to disrupt this rare moment of peace and prosperity for the Scubamon. But once again images of the love of his life, hurt and torn, flashed before his eyes, and it took all he had to keep grasping at his Crest, to allow his Hope to rekindle. He took deep breaths and Penelope lowered her head.

"I... understand the hurt you are going through, and I resent the trouble that I have caused you," she admitted. "I believe now is the right time for you to learn the full truth. Both the Child of Light and you are ready for the last of your challenges."

She closed her eyes and rested her chin on her hands over the hilt of her cane. Right now, to Takeru, she looked impossibly frail and exhausted. Yet her voice came, calm and resolute.

"Before our home turned into this nightmare and our Lord still watched over us, generous and fair, I was served him as a Sage in the palace. The First Guard, hailed and trusted by Him and all His subjects, were appointed to protect the palace and the Lord as much as they were to protect me.

"You see, before Dagomon darkened and began demanding worship from His subjects as a God, the Shimmering Ocean was protected by its own true deities, and every Digimon living here cherished and thanked their blessings. As the Sage, it was my devoted duty to listen to their messages, heed their warnings and guide us away from the dangers they foretold. I was never able to see them, and any remnants of their images are likely tattered and lost to time past way before mine. All the same, I was able to serve them, up to the moment they imparted me with a terrible prophecy.

"The words I wrote in the book you found were part of it, but not all. When shadows befall this place, Light will come and it will find itself in a hopeless situation. Still, it will find the hope in its heart and hope will give it the right answer. Follow your heart, find the answer.

"The deities were not aware of what sort of shadows would befall this place, but they knew they would overcome our Lord. Because they were Gods of Hope and Gods of Light, they knew that they would be targeted, and they knew that we would need to call upon you, the holders of the Crests of Light and Hope, to deliver us. They knew that Dagomon would unavoidably trap the Chosen One, and so they warned me to be prepared, to arrange for shelters for our true deities, as well as safe channels for them to meet you.

"I relayed this prophecy to Dagomon, and although saddened to learn He would play an unforgivable role in the coming catastrophe, He immediately agreed in our haste for preparations. His only demand was that I would not tell Him where and how the Deities would be sheltered, and how I was planning on hiding the Chosen One's escape route.

"He requested to be bound in His throne room so that he would not compromise the true prophecy, and for the palace to be evacuated so that he would not be able to harm any of his servants, but sadly it was too late. The Darkness arrived so quickly, so suddenly, and some Scubamon of the First Guard managed to aid my escape after the preparations in the Queen's Room were ready.

"Unfortunately, I was not able to prepare shelters in the forest, but the deities' Hope leads me to believe they have found them all the same.

"I do not recall how long has passed since that dreadful day. Decades feel like centuries, and a century hurts like millennia when you witness your beloved leader fiercely unmake all the wonders He had worked so hard to build in the past. I have watched the sun die, the forests wither, the ocean blacken and my people diminish. We are on the brink of oblivion, and I understand how my companion here is so eager to believe he must be the one to take the Chosen One's power, I understand why he is so reluctant to trust foreigners to this world when it was a foreign force who created the monster he knows to hurt us all. But he is too young to know better, and the truth must not be hidden out of fear any longer."

Trying to keep himself afloat in this sea of information and expectations, Takeru held his head in his hands and heaved a long sigh. "But I still don't know what to do! How are we supposed to help? How can we ever find your lost gods?"

His words were touched by despair, which made Takeru startle when he heard Penelope's coarse chuckle. "Child, you have been following the true prophecy all along, by following your heart. Remember, our gods are of Light and Hope, related to the Crests you carry. You followed your heart to Hikari's, and I understand that was enough for an important... exchange to take place."

Takeru couldn't believe how much he was blushing right now. Yet he continued, "But then why did I have to leave her behind? There is nothing else I want more in the world than for Hikari to be here safe with me."

Penelope nodded, "This is true, but what is your heart telling you?"

He recalled his inner struggles on the way to the village, how torn he felt between leaving the beach and pressing ahead, and what his Hope had given him as reassurance, "... That she is strong enough. That we're never truly alone, not really. That I have to have faith in her."

And Penelope nodded again, a small smile on her face. "Precisely! The Child of Light had to stay behind because only now is she ready for the task ahead of her. And the fact that you stand here before me, swearing on her strength and perseverance, is only proof that she will succeed. Plus, you have your own paramount task to accomplish."

Takeru stilled for a few moments, before he let out a murmur, "Hikari has to find the Light where you hid it, inside the palace! ... And I have to find the shelter of the Gods of Hope, in the forest."

Penelope's wider smile served to confirm his right answer, but did not offer much in terms of further reassurance. They had been scouring these woods ever since their arrival, to no avail. Penelope herself, knowing the full extent of the true prophecy, had not been able to locate the gods or any of their own shelters. How could he ever find them in such short time? Takeru still felt like he was forgetting something, some small epiphany that would bring the whole solution to the front of his mind, but no matter how much he tried to remember, it kept slipping away from his grasp.

He did, however, remember something: "The ruined library books!" he started. "When we first started looking for a way out of here, Hikari and I took as many books as possible from one of your ruined villages. We didn't find anything about a prophecy back then, but I keep feeling like all of this is so familiar, and I wonder if I saw something about it in one of those books... We... lost them when the Bloodhunters came after us and drove us to the ocean. But the books should still be there, in that campsite."

Penelope hummed. "It all happened so fast, how Dagomon attacked all our villages. It might be, that some sort of imagery remains, left forgotten in these ruins you speak of, and if it is what your heart is telling you, then you must trust it."

The Boss, deciding at last that his punishment of silence was over, hit the stony floor with the end of his harpoon and stood up at once. "I won't risk the warriors, but I will come with you! Your skinny ass needs all the help it can get against those disgusting Bloodhunters and I... I want to make amends for how I treated you in the past."

This made both Takeru and Penelope smile, which in turn only flustered the warrior. Driven by the urgency of the mission, they decided to skip the feast and the Boss went as far as to ask the Sage to save them some leftovers for their return. Even if Takeru had just arrived, rest was the last thing on his mind as he considered the journey ahead. His heart burned with certainty that he'd do anything and he'd find something that would help his Hikari's safety, and that was all that mattered to him.

Takeru and the Boss stole away in the middle of the feast, packing nothing but meager provisions and kindle. No one was none the wiser of their absence, or so they thought...

END OF CHAPTER

OH MY GOD, it is DONE! IT IS FINISHED! The comeback chapter is HERE 8D

I just want to see how much fun it was to write for the sake of it, not worrying too much about making everything perfect and postponing it further and STILL pouring all of my heart into this. Digimon is still very much a very big comfort fandom to me, and revisiting these characters and their stories is wonderful.

I will be crossposting this fic to AO3 from now on too (I'm dreamyemptysouls there!), where I will likely add some illustrations and build a fanmix. For now, my random song rec for Takari is 'Out of my League' by Fitz and the Tantrums! You can also follow me on twitter (postponedmovies) or add me on discord (somniari#9496)!

See you again soon!

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