#glassesandpassion

[digitalworid]

@glassesandpassion

"That's not even what I said at all! See, you are mean, you misheard me and now you're mad at me! So mean! Are they paying you by the insult or what!?"

[indentedheartner]

@glassesandpassion

"Both. Lightnimon is a particular sucker, I bet you could get him to do anything if you praised him enough."

[digital-zone]

(@glassesandpassion continued from here.)

Hm? He was not expecting a text... Who was she? Oh well, better to respond! Plus more Chosen, the better!

to: Inoue Miyako from: Takahashi Shunya

Oh! Hello there! I was not expecting to be texted this late... (゜。゜)

Yeah, the guy you saw lurking behind me was my Digimon! His name is Faitomon. I honestly did not realize he was following me... (;＾◇＾;)

I wasn't expecting to have another Chosen talk to me, I only know the handful at my school.

So it's nice to meet you, Inoue-san! I hope you have a great time here! ( ´ ▽ ` )

We should totally hang out sometime whenever you're free! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Anyway, hopefully you have a great night! Talk to ya later~! ヾ(*'▽'*)

[digital-gateway]

❛ oh god. please tell me you haven’t just heard me talk to myself. ❜ {for Cthyllamon! Also hi!!}

First Meetings // Accepting

"Uh--"

Cthyllamon sunk back down into the water slightly almost immediately. This is what he gets for lingering too close to those on the land. But come on, there's only so much one can do in the ocean- and honestly? Humans were proving to be quite a good form of entertainment.

His curiosity would be his undoing once more, one of these days.

"I mean- I could say I didn't hear anything but... That'd just be a big ol' lie, and we both know it. Maybe don't talk so loud next time!"

[ghcstrain]

& . 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗬 𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗦 𝗚𝗢𝗧 𝗠𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡 // @glassesandpassion

The thrum of the beat kept consciousness at bay, sprawled out on a raggedy couch that's seen better days. Earbuds in; phone against his chest. Crystal clear blues remained unfocused, vision blurred as he stared up at the ceiling. Perfect for the lack of thoughts racing through his mind, preoccupied with the melodic melancholy Spotify lined up for him instead. Feeding off the selections stuck on repeat for the last couple of days.

Weeks.

Years.

One lovesick song after another. It's pathetic. Yamato could smite himself first before the world decided to put him out of his misery. More than ready to put himself in the line of attack of someone like Piedmon, or even worse, Myotismon.

That's how bad it's been.

It's pathetic.

It's frustrating; soul crushing and heart wrenching. Calloused fingers curled against his chest, annoyed now more than ever before. So much for the lack of consciousness. It doesn't work when your mind races back to zero. It isn't as if there was anything good about Taichi to begin with. Being hooked on him since they were eleven?

Come on---- He could do better than that. Right? Wrong.

Who else could put up with his pessimistic attitude? The permanent silent treatment he wore as if it were going out of style? His refusal to communicate, and his willingness to play martyr, self-pity and all? All the shit Taichi puts up with, and not once has he asked for anything from him.

God--- He's the fucking worst. Shooting up from the couch suddenly, and yanking his earbuds out. Yamato leaned forward, elbows on his knees and hands in his hair as he took a few breaths. One lesson he's took to heart from Gabumon, desperate to ease the forte of his heart and the cresendo of frustrating eager to lash out.

"Hey---! Err...."

Cool it, Yamato. Seriously.

"Miyako?" he called out instead, clearing his throat as he lowered his voice.

"Ready, yet?" Yamato asked.

Say yes. Please say yes. He's ready to bolt. Jittery at the legs, palms sweaty and his expression uneasy.

What a fucking mess. Piedmon, take him out now.

[fierywizardmon]

(x) cont from here for @glassesandpassion​

“yeah okay, treat me like some pet who’s gonna take that and be all buddy, buddy, with ya.” he said though that didn’t stop him from snatching the candy from her. Actions betraying his words of course but even so was genuine still, giving a huff. Eyeing the girl at first then the hawkmon, he never could get through his head the concept of such a thing.

Of course, most he met by now seemed to be...okay with their situation. Though he could never imagine himself in such a position.

"ᴵ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘᶜᵏ ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ." he muttered in the digital tongue he was so used to using. As he ripped off the wrapper with his teeth, spitting the plastic out and pocketing it. Now seen, there was damage on the digimon in question it was quite extensive. Data seemed to be seeping from some cuts and his clothes looked in tatters as if singed and burned.

Hands seeming to shake a bit here and there.

“You’re one of those...” he hesitated in thought for a moment, pointing the chocolate at her. "Those humans that interact with my kind?”

[gaddagetdown]

glassesandpassion started following you

THERE SHE IS!!! THE ONE WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!!! CAROL, MY DEAR i’M SO HAPPY TOS EE YOUUUUUUUU!!!

[kibokurestu]

@glassesandpassion

Tikothy’s day was going from bad to worse. He really felt as if he was getting ill, or something like that, after spending his entire day with Katherine. Going to I-Mart after his and Katherine’s afternoon together made sense. He was sure that Yolanda would have something, either a tea or a medicine, that would make him feel better. 

          “Yolanda! Just who I wanted to see,” Tikothy leaned closer to the counter, “What tea would you recommend for weird stomachaches... I spent the day with Katherine and now my heartbeat won’t beat at a normal pace or my stomach won’t settle. Have you ever had that?”