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A single cancerous cell.

"And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, til the Devil behind the leaves whispered, ‘It’s pretty, but is it Art?’"
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megatronstarscream:

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Warning

My muse is not always nice.
My muse can and will kill.

This is in character, and in no way, me against you. 

I will warn you.
I will explain why my muse behaves like that, if it is appropriate to, timing and plot wise.
I will attempt to give you a way out of it.

But I will not change my muse’s character for you. 

If your muse pisses off my muse, and my muse wants to attack and kill yours, there is only so much I can do to ensure that my muse is still in character. If you do not want your muse to die, please discuss with me. 

But if you keep pushing my muse, despite being warned that death is what my muse desire for yours, please face the consequences with no negativity

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Don’t you wish, Train. Don’t you wish.

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breadwing:

and they say romance is dead

breadwing:

and they say romance is dead

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This one is pretty. YOU WILL BE ADDED TO THE HOARD. ... once he figures out how to stick you properly to his fur/slash/armor. Give him a moment.

vosnianprincess:

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"Good heavens, a great legendary beast is taking me, Princess Starscream, prisoner. What a terrifying blow to our kingdom."

Totally rejoicing. Medieval game now has a real dragon. Hell yeah. 

Why does this one not stick to his armor dammit.

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Hello there, oddly shaped mountain. A rather large in his own right gray and purple dragon may have chosen to flop down on the nearest part of you, because you smell good and he's tired. There's purring and the occasional weird thing he's scratched from his plates in it for you. Also the future indignant noises from finding out it's not actually a mountain. Yes.

choochoomotherslagger:

the-chaos-bringer:

Hello there. You may have flopped onto his tail. 

He’s just going to use that tail to fling you into the nearest lake. Pchoooooo.

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Once he gets over the shock of that being something that moves, and nearly drowning in a damn lake - his kind was NOT made to swim and may the gods help anyone who saw the desperate dog paddle to claw his way back to shore - the wanderer is quite awake.

And also irrationally angry.

A smart dragon would stalk away and lick the wounds of his pride in peace. This dragon is simply going to find that ungodly sized tail and bite it.

You’re going to have to amputate. He’s not coming off.

The tail lifted and he curved himself around, enormous head watching the little thing bite and chew at his tail. A tilt of the head, a few rocks dislodging from his helmet, and he shook his tail about, trying to knock it off.

If that didn’t work, he might have just started poking it with a claw. And then a tongue. Slurp. 

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thealmightyscreamapillar:

the-chaos-bringer:

The fire stops, and he pauses to hack up ash and soot. Bleeeeh. His fire-starter doesn’t work quite as well as it used to. Nonetheless, he looks into the sky once more and shifts, lifting himself onto his hind legs, leaning back to watch. 

Pretty. Agile little thing, really. 

Eww.. That does not look or sound healthy. 

Rolling once more in the sky he quickly flaps to gain altitude and a bit more distance, wanting to be out of reach of that very big mouth. But he does not think that this big one means to eat him. Likes the sky-dancing, does he?

But he should not be showing off. He should be hunting. Always more food to catch…

He huffs and settles back down, curling into a sleeping-ball, one eye open to continue watching. Unfortunately, his sheer size managed to scare off most of the prey in the immediate vicinity. Best look somewhere else.

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Hello there, oddly shaped mountain. A rather large in his own right gray and purple dragon may have chosen to flop down on the nearest part of you, because you smell good and he's tired. There's purring and the occasional weird thing he's scratched from his plates in it for you. Also the future indignant noises from finding out it's not actually a mountain. Yes.

Hello there. You may have flopped onto his tail. 

He’s just going to use that tail to fling you into the nearest lake. Pchoooooo.

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thelibrarianpax:

The small one flicks his delicate ears back and forth and presses closer to the ground as the giant’s tongue swipes across his entire body with ease. Well, I…thank you for the compliment, but…


His words are interrupted by his cry as he finds himself flung into the air and caught again by a disconcertingly large maw filled with sharp teeth. It was a miracle and an impressive display of control on the elder’s part to have not bitten him in two.

Chest heaving, the non-fire breathing dragon nips softly at the other’s nose in a futile warning. I do not think there is room on your fur anyways. He looks at the braids of shiny pretty things with wide, wondrous eyes. If you would like I could walk with you instead, elder. 

His jaws clatter in a chuckle, nosing the little creature a bit. You may have one gemstone, if you’d like. None of the gold ones, of course. Those are for someone else. If, of course, you let me see your hoard. 

He won’t take anything, promise. He has no interest in your baubles.

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Annoyed that it had not found any food to fill it's belly, the dragon found the nearest high point to land and sprawl out in. It warbled while letting it's forelimbs and head lean down to look down at the ground below. There had to be another dragon somewhere nearby. The lands were not that devoid of them, but then again, it hadn't seen it's clutch mate since they parted; why did they even part? The thoughts made the dragon whine-roar loudly in a long shot attempt to call to the missing sibling.

the-lord-of-light:

the-chaos-bringer:

Good news, sir. Your clutch-mate is nearby, thankfully. He’s just not like you probably remember him. 

Enormous, is the elder brother. Scales are thick and pointed, fur spurting out from in-between and under, violet gemstones embedded in a old, strong body. His tail drags, and it creates new streams for rainfall to gather in. But his wings are torn, membranes split and limb and pulled out, and he has not left the ground in aeons. A flightless titan, slowly trudging home.  

He parts trees as he passes, knocking them out of the way. Prey scatters, and only the bravest stand, soon to be swallowed hole. A enormous dragon such as himself eats quite a bit, after all. He grazes, in a manner of speaking, fishing and devouring everything that stands before him. 

His head, large as the rest of him, lifts, sulfur filtering from his snout and ivy crawling up his horns. A huff, and he lifts his tail, dirt clotted underneath his scales and hair, and barrels out. He leaps and bounds, scent caught, quite quick for a beast the size of a mountain. His claws scrape holes in the Earth, shredding rabbits and prey in his wake. 

He tries to stop, clutch-mate sighted, but, alas, he’s been far too bouncy for all of this. He skids and rams into the side of the mountain, nearly embedded into the rock and dirt, before flopping back to stare at the top, eyes wide and beard mussed. 

A playful, friendly purr echoes in his throat, tail wagging.

Ears flicked at the sound, and the feel, of the ground below rumbling. Chirping, it tilted it’s head to the side as wide golden eyes peered far down the cliff below in search of what could possibly be causing such a ruckus! It knew there were large beasts that roamed, some dragons were quite huge like that one that had so much treasure stored under it’s massive plating, but even it couldn’t make the ground quake this much.

As the sound grew closer, the dragon could see trees being shoved out of the way. It swore that it could even see a gold-orange colored form moving quite quickly, but if it was the same one that caused the noise, then it was getting close very quickly!

One moment he saw the vague massive shape come toward the cliff and the next the whole cliff trembled beneath him from the massive dragon slamming into it.

Screech-warbling in shock, it sank it’s claws into the cliff rather than trying to take off. It waited with a halted breath to see whether the cliff was going to crumble or not.

Seconds ticked by and the cliff remained. As did the long dragon clinging to it still. Once sure it could let go, it did and chirp-hissed at the larger dragon before stopping suddenly at seeing just what, or rather who, the massive dragon was.

Clutch-mate?!

Jumping in excitement, the dragon jumped down from the cliff to nearly plummet straight down before catching itself with a flare of it’s wings. It rumbled deep in it’s throat with a happy chirring.

Clutch-mate, yes?

Looks similar to cluch-mate, smells a bit like clutch-mate, but so big! So different!

Glides down, wings flapping to slow it down, before it plopped down to the ground with a happy and curious cooing. What happened? Why does clutch-mate look so different? Why so big? Much bigger than even that big purple one.

He tilts his head and croons, a dopey smile upon his broad face, dirt smudged into the hard scales of a helmet upon his head. He rolled, useless wings flapping and shifting out of the way, until he was upon his belly, nuzzling his face against the smaller beasts. 

Clutch-mate. Oh, his precious clutch-mate. 

A heavy purr rumbled in his chest, tail lashing back and forth happily, tearing gaps in the mountain. He noses and nuzzles, pulling away only to search his hide for the occasional bit of gold and amber, pulling it out of his scales and fur to lay down in front of his younger brother. 

He got you something! 

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thealmightyscreamapillar:

Very big, but still not too dangerous trapped down there on the ground. He cannot be out flown by mere fire, not even such a.. large gout of it. 

And that’s half the fun, showing off to the giant beast below that he cannot be caught and seared. Silver wings marked with striking black and white carry him before the chasing ash and flame and again he screeeches, but this is a shrill less of ire and more to tease.

Can’t catch him.

The fire stops, and he pauses to hack up ash and soot. Bleeeeh. His fire-starter doesn’t work quite as well as it used to. Nonetheless, he looks into the sky once more and shifts, lifting himself onto his hind legs, leaning back to watch. 

Pretty. Agile little thing, really. 

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[WHERE IS THE TRANSFORMER FANDOM MTV? DO WE NOT COUNT? WE ARE BEST FANDOM.]

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thelibrarianpax:

the-chaos-bringer:

Why you no stay on armor. Bad pretty thing. Stay. 

He carries his hoard around, and you are now part of that hoard. He will shower you in licks and food. Stay. 

Closes one eye and mewls at the licks, his small claws barely scratching into the ancient one’s hide. But sir, I have my own hoard to tend to, and if I do not go back to it the books, and prints, and baubles, and toys will get dusty and lonely…

Plus I am not a kitten any more. I can hunt for myself.

But you’re prettttyyyyyy. I quite like pretty things. 

He grumbles and keeps licking, pausing eventually to simply bend down and pluck the little thing up, glancing about. He tosses it into the air, neck bending to catch it before he falls. 

Oh well. I suppose I can’t keep you. You don’t stick to my fur.

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thealmightyscreamapillar:

the-chaos-bringer:

He often watches the sky. 

Once, he flew. Once, he could beat his wings and it would level a mile of trees, and his fires scorched the earth. Once, he was capable of sneaking up upon his prey. 

That time has long since passed, and he has learned to cope. 

But dragons are beasts of the sky, and he misses it greatly. He is too big for the ground, too big for the rivers, and too big for… pretty much everything. He would fit in the enormous sky, he thinks, but he is planted firmly upon the ground, and has to deal with it. 

So he watches, and, on occasion, sends fireballs out to knock the fliers down. Because he is a mean old dragon that needs to be sent into time-out. Pew pew.

That is not prey, the very big earthbound drake below. Big enough to dwarf even his glorious self. Big and likely hungry, but down there so he is safe-

He screeches his outrage at the fireballs, wings folding to expertly evade. No one knocks him out of his sky, especially not for eating!

Not for eating, no. He’s just being a annoying buggard. Pew. Pew pew. Pew. 

This one shrieked at him and dodges, and he rises from where he’d been laying. He is a mountain-sized beast, head far above even the oldest of trees, the skeletal remains of his wings folded alongside crests that dip down his spine. His tail flicks, and a tree is sent flying. 

He swallows, throat bulging with violet flames, before letting them out of his mouth, a violent plume of purple fire. It follows the flier wherever he may go, ash billowing from his maw. 

Oddly playful, this one is.

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