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I wish Shademon had been babied so it would make sense for Haruko to join Glowing Dawn for a little while but also it’s really great to see her accept Shademon the way it is now
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Some thoughts after episode 9 of Digimon Beatbreak:
- Haruko managed to completely unsettle Chiropmon with her remarks on how it’s his fault that Makoto was banished from the Egg and that he’s holding him back. Even though Makoto has repeatedly assured Chiropmon that he views him as his precious partner and doesn’t blame him at all for anything that’s happened to him since his spawning, it’s obvious now that Makoto’s words haven’t been enough to truly convince Chiropmon: he still blames himself for Makoto’s hardships, viewing himself as a burden to him.
- Speaking of holding back: In all of Glowing Dawn’s fights we’ve seen so far, Makoto and Chiropmon always settled for a more supportive role (locating their opponents, providing information about them, and restricting their movements with Chiropmon’s signature move ‘Paralysing Echo’), leaving the heavy lifting to Reina/Wolvermon and Tomoro/Gekkomon. However, Chiropmon seems to be perfectly capable of dealing real damage with his attack ‘Condensed Echo’. Yet, it took Haruko taking control of Chiropmon to reveal his offensive power. It makes me wonder if maybe Makoto (consciously or subconsciously) is holding back Chiropmon from using his full power. Or maybe Chiropmon is suppressing his full power for some reason (perhaps for Makoto’s sake?). Or maybe I’m reading too much into it, and Makoto and Chiropmon are simply more comfortable with playing a more supportive role during a fight. But I’m sure some undisclosed feelings are standing between them, and resolving those feelings will most likely lead to Chiropmon’s evolution in the next episode.
- The GoldNumemons’ attack Gold-Durian Rush really is the perfect metaphor for the Shangri-La Egg: it may appear all shiny and golden on the outside, but even if it’s painted golden, shit remains shit.
- I don’t really blame Haruko for rejecting the idea of Shademon being a reflection of herself. Shademon is a rather scary-looking shadow creature covered in creepy red eyes. What does a creature like this being your mirror reflection say about you? However, I think it’s not just a Digimon’s appearance that reflects their owner’s self, it’s also their personality and behaviour. And what is Shademon’s most noticeable personality trait so far? It craves Haruko’s affection…
- (Another point of interest is how sometimes the Digimon seem to reveal what their human truly feels - like whenever Pristimon or Gekkomon remark that Reina and Tomoro care about each other when those two tsundere are too proud to say it loud. Digimon in this setting really remind me of the deamons in His Dark Materials.)
- I wonder if the name of a Digimon’s attack also reveals something about their owner. The name of Shademon’s attack is literally ‘Kill Me’…
- Fingers crossed for Haruko redemption.
- Don’t hate the child. Hate the abusive parent.
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mignyan august 2025 prompt featuring my character, Haruko
the prompt was to make character art look like a trading card, mine was inspired by uma musume SSR cards :]
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OC Showdown Poll 1
Haruko (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles OC) vs. Olunka ‘Luna’ Himonenko
Haruko by @sharkiesforjoy and Luna by @can-i-explode-now
Please ask each creator about their OC before voting! As this event is to get people excited about each other’s OCs.
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Wizard's Wonderland
Haruko
· Trick or Treat?
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Close to You | Haruko | GAME END
It’s an overwhelming surge of horrendous reality that faces Haruko Tanaka as she meets Baphomet. The prospect they have put forward is a terrible one. A destructive, horrible thing that should tear them all apart. Yet she can’t muster up the energy to care. There’s only one thing in this world she wants right now. Hana Watanabe.
There is no way in this world that Haruko will ever subject Hana to these horrors. To the pain and terror that Baphomet offers. This is the fate her own mother subjected her to. There was no way that Yuzuki could have known, but her choice to cover up her daughter’s action has branded her for life.
There will be no justice.
Haruko turns her head ever so slightly to look at the others. “I wish I could say I’m glad we’re out. I’m not. This is the worst possible option. Yvon, Stella. I hope life somehow improves for you both. You were decent people thrust into the impossible. I hope for your sake that some day you are free of all of this. KIhaku, you are an idiot. A funny one, but an idiot. You condemned us to this fate because you thought that you were strong. You are not. I hope that some day, you will be burned by your own fires.”
Haruko turns to Mafuyu. “Mafuyu, you will rot some day. It will be long before you want to and you will die hungry. You could have done something righteous with your miserable life, but instead you let it destroy yourself and four others. I will at least extend you this courtesy. When you die, may it be a short end.”
Then, to Kaede and Ryosuke. “Ryosuke. Eat shit and die. I have no sympathy due to the torments that you inflicted on the killers. Kaede. You are an idiot. A genius in your field but fundamentally stupid in every other matter of life. I hope you find comfort in binary code because you will never experience genuine love in your life.”
Then finally, Haruko Tanaka looks at the apple of her ire. “Vergo Vendetto, sometime in the next year. I will be dead. That is something I am distinctly certain of. It doesn’t matter how it will happen. You will know when it does though. You will know I am dead. You will know that my blood is on your hands. No matter how you justify it, with your ideations. You will have caused my death because you failed not only as an investigator, but as a person. There are no words in any language that could begin to convey my hate towards you. There is no prison that could ever treat you in the way you deserve to be. In hosting this game, you have condemned hundreds, if not thousands or more innocents to die.”
Haruko gives them one last look. No hatred or condemnation in her eyes. Instead, she grips onto her baseball bat. She keeps her mementos tucked away. She keeps her promises in her mind. Kaguya and Hanzo. Both were flawed and terrible people, but Haruko cared for both of them. They comforted her in ways no one else here had. She will do everything in her power to see to it that their wishes are fulfilled. Yoshiko, Jun, Takumi, and Iori. There is so much more she wishes she could say to you all. She never will, so she hopes the actions she takes from here will be enough for each of you.
Haruko Tanaka offers no more words. No resistance or violence. No hatred or burning fury.
Instead, she marches into the sand of the beach. Perhaps the members of Baphomet will shoot her down as she sets out on her own. Perhaps they will let her keep on marching. After all, they’ll find her anyway. Haruko spares one glance to the deceased cop. Each step forward may be her last.
Haruko Tanaka leaves on her own terms.
You will never hear from her again.
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Broken Dishes | Haruko | Trial 6.9 | Re: Mafuyu, Kihaku, Stella
“…Kihaku you will die before you ever burn down that organization. Sure, you might avoid having your secrets ousted for now, but you’ll never be able to burn down the internet as whole. Maybe you make SOME meaningful progress and destroy a few of their bases, but they’ll kill you, oust your secrets, or even just endlessly torture you. You will never see them burn like this. I understand you don’t want to be ousted for your crimes, but we don’t have other options now. Finally, I think you truly misunderstand me. I don’t want Vendetto to die. I want Vendetto to TRULY suffer. I want them to be locked away in the smallest cell ever. Unable to use their talent. Forced to slowly rot alongside other criminals. Not an investigator, but a disgraced worm.”
Haruko shakes her head.
“Kihaku, I don’t know if there is any plead I can make to you right now that will convince you. My mind is screaming that I should threaten you… But I’m not going to. Kihaku, please. No one else needs to die. I’ll do anything else you ask… just. Please don’t vote.”
Haruko then turns to Mafuyu.
“Kigyoku is among those IMAGEs. She deserves better than to be deleted. Option 2 won’t work, so please. Have faith in Option 3.”
That’s all she can muster. All the counterpoints she can conjure to make this happen.
Then it’s beyond all that. She looks to Stella Ethereal and offers a small.
“I’m sorry.”
What more is there to say?
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Live from Channel BS240 | Haruko | Trial 5.6 | Re: Stella, Vergo
Clap.
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“Cute.” The first words to leave Haruko’s lips are dripping with venomous poison that betrays her sickly sweet appearance. With a simple propelled jump, Haruko straddles over her podium to move to the center, picking up the piece of paper she tossed there not long ago.
“That was a really cute effort Stella… What I experience with scent is so beyond what you can comprehend. The sickening stench that drives me to gagging on simple foods. Pickles, fish… The maddening malady that causes me to faint if I pass the wrong dumpster. My life can be hell with what I experience, so don’t you dare try to belittle it. Once you’ve smelt your own flesh bubble, boil, and fry like a doughnut, we’ll talk about how burning flesh stops you from killing.”
Haruko strides across the center of the room, coming up close to Stella. “You’re not pathetic because of your appearance. You’re pathetic because you choose to be Stella. You choose to hide yourself away, to shame yourself, to isolate every aspect of your appearance. You hide away hoping that people will like you despite your flaws. So you victimize yourself, making out your life to be a sob story where you get to be little Cinderella.”
Haruko reaches out, as if to gently pat Stella on the cheek. Instead, Haruko Tanaka rips Stella Ethereal’s glasses from her face. “You’re so painfully wrong. No one fucking cares what you look like under there. That’s the fucking truth Stella, no one cares about you.”
Haruko turns back to look at everyone. “I think you all FUCKING forgot this, but let me explain it to you. I may be nice to some of you, but I am Haruko Tanaka, I am a fucking bitch, and you can watch me on BS240 every MOTHERFUCKING FRIDAY NIGHT.”
After putting Stella’s glasses onto her own head, Haruko holds up the note. “Worst part is, I’m here to fucking validate your version of events Stella. “You’re choosing to vote for the only person I truly give a shit about here, and I actually agree with you. You didn’t crash into me. I know who bumped into me from smell alone. It was Kigyoku. Not you. Yet here you are, trying to make me out to be the villain in your story, because you have to make yourself into the victim.” Haruko holds the note she’d written out into the air. "I knew two things this whole trial. I said it from the start. That’s number one.“
Haruko turns to look at Stella one last time. "So you are correct Stella, you only bumped into one person. Vergo was wrong, they are fallible. I’ve learned that MANY times now. Do us all a favor then, and show us your true face. Do that for once in your sad little life.”
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Secret Recipe | Haruko | Trial 5.5 | Re: Yvon, All
“Allow me to provide a breakdown of my wonderful day for you all, seeing as it’s so important..” She looks at Vergo and shakes her head, disappointed but not upset this time. She’s used to making bad guesses for killers, so it’s somewhat acceptable for them to be infallible.
Plus she sort of owes Vergo, given that she got mad at them for correctly guessing that she killed someone at one point.
“I got up bright and early to make everyone breakfast. Well, more so to check in on all of you given that I was worried someone would kill again. So I made something for everyone to eat and wound up feeding Yvon and Kogyoku in the cafeteria between 7 and 8 first. Now to answer your question Yvon, I had to go hunting for the others. Kihaku’s was the first I made my way too. It was around 8:40 and I handed the tray directly to him when he opened the door. No drink given. No drink on the tray I delivered the food on. Thus making the cup’s existence an impossibility from my perspective.”
“After that delivery, I then went to Vergo’s room knowing I’d just be feeding them. Given that they only make food they make themselves, I knew they wouldn’t eat anything. I just wanted to check in on them… They’d just gotten up.”
Haruko pauses for a moment, trying to parse through this. “The only people I never saw were Mafuyu, Iori, and Stella. After I cleaned up the kitchen I made my way to the Rec Room and set up that stupid console I got from the gacha. Once I got bored of that, I left for the Watchtower. That was around noon. I sent a little message to the Goat that’s ghosting me-”
Haruko gestures to Yagi-chan’s Yagi-rific screen. “-before Shiotani made his way up. I didn’t really bother talking with him, but he told me that Vergo had wanted to call everyone down to the incinerator for something that was found. So I went down then…”
Haruko lets out a sigh. “When the lights went out and fire started, I ran to the incinerator. I wasn’t going to let Shiotani off that easy. I didn’t want him to die.” Haruko looks at her hands… chipped nails and gunk still caught on them. “I tore the duct tape off as quickly as I could. I wasn’t fast enough because I bumped into someone in the dark. It was agonizing knowing I’d failed…”
Haruko pauses for another moment. “I think it’s worth explaining something else to you all. Something that I hope would explain away any suspicions that you have left on me. What makes me the Ultimate Pâtissier isn’t just my natural talent, but something I do not like to share. My secret from the first motive. I have a rather powerful sense of smell. I got it from my father. Everything is heightened. I can tell remarkably subtle differences in anything I smell or eat. Like if someone walks into a room, I can note it without looking. I’ve done it a few times here too. Perhaps Vergo, you recall our late night chat a while back? Despite the darkness, the moment I walked into that room, I knew it was you, even though I couldn’t see you.”
Haruko looks over everyone with a grim expression. “I explain this to say that the most unbearable sensory experience of my life is the smell of burning flesh. When I was assaulted I was shaken by it. Horrified..Shiotani’s was exponentially worse. I can still smell it now. It’s clinging to everyone in this room.” Haruko’s expression pales as she does her best to block out the scent that is hounding her.
“I would never kill Shiotani…or anyone like that.”
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There! Right There! | Haruko | Trial 5.4 | Re: Kihaku, Vergo, Mafuyu
“Now hold on a moment.” Haruko counters. “One of you told a lie just now.”
Haruko grins wide as she looks over everyone gathered…
“I didn’t serve anyone a drink, only food.” Haruko taps her foot trying to parse this out. “So when did Kihaku get a drugged cup?”