An Imp and a Devil

monody’s omegamon, cira! she’s a bit of a hothead, but she’s kind-hearted…at least until she slides to zwart

another old lil devilark draw

@fiendish-lil-devils

The first thing Beelzemon was aware of was the pounding in his head. The next was that he was in a very uncomfortable position, cramped and bent at an angle that was almost painful. He opened his eyes and discovered that the reason for all of this was because he appeared to be trapped at the bottom of a large trench.

He groaned and stood, the effort to do so was more strenuous than he would have liked, but at least he was not cramped up anymore. Slowly he climbed out of the trench, out of the dark and into a blindingly bright day. As Beelzemon gazed at his surroundings he quickly realized three very important facts.

Firstly, that he did not recognize any of what he was seeing.

Secondly, he had no memory of how he got here.

They glanced over to the Beelzemon and back to what they were doing earlier..

They held a tattered red bandana and were folding it up to tie around their forearm.. Which disappeared back under their thick robe..

They stood up slowly and walked over to the Beelzemon, offering a hand to help pull him out of the trench, after slipping off their headphones..

“I’d like to ask where we are, but I highly doubt you know where we are either..”

They weren’t fond of saying much, and even interacting with other Digimon just seemed like a hassle to them.. But in this kind of situation, they’d have to bite the bullet..

When they first landed here, he was here as an annoyed Impmon, trying to figure out how to get back, before stumbling upon this Beelzemon..

Maybe he had a concussion, maybe he did not, and if he did that might explain the memory loss. There were a lot of questions to ask and a lot of assumptions to make based on the evidence and Beelzemon was not in the mood for any of them. Except perhaps for one.

“Are you alone?”

“Look here, I’m not going to pretend to be easy to get along with, but I am way better company when I’m not irritated. If you want to stand a chance of me liking you, work on that delivery.”

The trouble now was that Beelzemon did not know what to do next, now that he was out of the trench. His head still hurt from his- crash landing?- so he left he would not be able to go far, but there was no way Beelzemon would let himself stay out here.

Beyond Baalmon he could see a the edge of a tree line leading to a large forest. Further down the trench that Beelzemon had just crawled out of there appeared to be a system of caves. The salty scent in the air indicated that there was a beach nearby. Of the options presented, Beelzemon would rather go to the caves for shelter, at least until the pain in his head passed.

How does it feel to treat me like you do? When you’ve laid your hands upon me and told me who you are I thought I was mistaken, I thought I heard your words Tell me how do I feel? Tell me now, how do I feel? (x)

Sora being the cutest one confirmed!

But- the digihusbands. I can’t even- omg the boots.

oh man this is old lmao. quick concept scrib featuring lark’s canon ult (chaosduke) and her goodend au/”natural” ult, which would have been duftmon