#supposedfiredaemon

Send me "What did you just call me?" and I will generate a number from 1-40 for what my muse will have called yours.

first meeting: Take a hint - ft. Victoria Justice and Elizabeth Gillies

becoming lovers: London Bridge by Ferghie

breakup: You don’t know me

working it out: When you’re gone by Avril Lavigne

happily ever after: Dirty little secret by The All-American Rejects.

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

How about every shade of So not here anymore?

The partner-less digimon had caught wind of the ember-spitter, and thus fled the abandoned building to ensure she and her hidden caches of data would not get absorbed.

She has done this many times before, though more often to digital beasts accompanied by tamers.

((this is a simple brown-striped cricket: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-slHDmOUiOIA/TvBok3oisTI/AAAAAAAAAMo/LYwyhcfd6z0/s1600/bathtub+cricket.JPG 

they like to hide in bathrooms, specifically bathtubs and around the bases of toilets, and in closets. their bodies, minus legs, can reach the size of a quarter or just a little bigger if they live long enough. they are harmless to people.))

I’ve got several people telling me it’s just a cricket, which is reassuring but omg it was big

And it’s outside now

Blues for when you’re alone - “Everything happens to me”

The rain fell drearily, caressing everything with a bitter sweet blanket and dancing softly in a lazy haze over the city, its music a dozing concerto of nature’s own blues band.

Rain fell through the cracks of the abandoned church, the angel within paying it no mind, except to run her dainty paws under the trickle, curious of water…

Once enough data about rain was gathered to satisfy her curiosity, she returned to her high up perch, filing what she deemed as ancient data in the safe places that were dry, her little wings lightly fluttering.

And woe be to any human who bumbled into her chapel, other digital denizens would be another story entirely, but just like they could sense her, she could sense them and moved away from the church in time to steer them away from the immense energy cache she has stored…

Lose them, return back to the Chapel, wash. rinse. repeat…

Somewhere, wherever that was, Beelzemon snoozed atop of Behemoth. He really stopped caring where his trips into the Digital World, or even his trips in the Real World, would take him. It made for some interesting events.