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Jay’s hands were nervously held together near his chest, trying not to shudder. He wanted to avoid direct eye contact, but he was raised too well, and it was considered rude to do so. His anxieties were lowered as he saw that V seemed genuinely happy, as the officer had not seen her like this since they met.

“Oh- well I enjoyed Johto games!” He couldn’t help but respond to one of his favourite topics. “B-but I also loved the ones such as Mystery Dungeon.”

V nodded. “Johto was a fun region. I haven’t played many of the side games myself, but I really liked Hoenn a lot.” As with many of the things that reminded her of the softer parts of her childhood, Pokemon was something she could talk about in great detail. It genuinely put her at ease.

“Are you excited about Sun and Moon?” For a moment, she could actually forget what she did for a living. Being around Jay tended to ground her to normalcy more than anything else, which she desperately needed considering the general bizarre nature of her life.

#;thread #V;This Is Now #;Pins #redarmypr

His anxieties eased as the conversation went on, as this was a subject Jay was comfortable talking about, and it was one he enjoyed. He kept his hands together as he tried to calm down a bit more as a small smile started to appear. V was pleasant to talk to, despite her seeming a bit harsh, especially when they first met. But since then, she's been kind to him when in private, and that was certainly nice.

"Oh, well yes, I am! Now I haven't exactly been able to play much of the newer games, but in my off time I learn about them. It's certainly interesting, especially since the new region seems to be based off of Hawaii." If Jay was allowed to, he would likely ramble for hours about his interests, as he held a certain passion for each of them. At this point, his anxiety was brushed aside as he spoke.

#[hes too busy crying and worrying to smile]#;other art #[i forgot my tags]

✏ any red army OC I'm indecisive

Send “✏” for my muse to draw your muse.

“I think Jay would look nice if he smiled. He really is kind of beautiful. But, forgive me, I had to do this rather fast. I don’t have much free time you know!”

(( @pinnedgears ))

"Hey, Team Mystic! Fuck yeah!" V reaches out to give Jay a high five. -redarmypr

@redarmypr

V put her hand down at her side, not put off by Jay’s hesitance. She had a calm smile on her face; a little tired, perhaps, but when was she not? “I didn’t know you liked Pokemon, Officer. What’s your favorite game? Or did you not play them?” Standoffish as V could be at times, talking about nerdy things brought down her guard just enough to let her smile without restraint.

#redarmypr #V;This Is Now #;Pins #;thread

Jay's hands were nervously held together near his chest, trying not to shudder. He wanted to avoid direct eye contact, but he was raised too well, and it was considered rude to do so. His anxieties were lowered as he saw that V seemed genuinely happy, as the officer had not seen her like this since they met.

"Oh- well I enjoyed Johto games!" He couldn't help but respond to one of his favourite topics. "B-but I also loved the ones such as Mystery Dungeon."

♋ ((The muffin Jay pls))

Send me a ♋ and I’ll draw our muses together!

Talk about awkward

#;art #;Pins #crimsonmedic #;mailbox

Jay's family: give him love and attention and nurture him to be compassionate.

Charlie's family: their uncle once gave them a shotgun when they were like 5

#[tbh people should send asks]#;out of order

Send me a ♋ and I’ll draw our muses together!

#;Memechinery #;specify

“̸̴O͏̡̨h̵̛,͟͡ th̴́͘a̸͏n̵k̸ ̴͘y͠͝o҉́ų,̕ ̕͜Ja̡͢ỳ́͝!͘͟͜ ̸́H̛͘o͜w͏̢͠ ̴͘s̴͠ẁ͜e̢e͢t̡ ̡o̡̡̡f́͝ ̡y̷͏̵o̸ư͜!͡"҉̶ The angel smiled the sweetest and most sincere smile that Abbadon ever had in his life. Normally, an angel’s smile would have a calming effect, but knowing Jay, whether or not that would stay true has yet to be seen.

"́͝͞H̡̨o̵w̛ ̨̢͜a̷̧̢r̷͜ȩ y͟҉͘o͏̕͞ú͠ ̴̧d̢͞o҉i͏̡ņ͞g͏ ̸̡o̶n̵͟ ̶th͠í̷̴s͝͞ ̧ĺ͞o̸͘v̴e͏́l̸y e̢͜҉v̴͠e̛n͘in̕͜g̵͘҉?҉̕"̡͟͝ The smile stayed as he spoke and Abbadon shifted in place. He was carrying an odd mirror, and he was quite tempted to make Jay look in to it, so he could see his true self, even if Xaphan couldn’t voice the issue himself. But would he really want to do that? He didn’t know yet.

#M!A;Rotten #;Pins #;thread #crimsonmedic

This entire situation was incredibly unnerving, from the compliments to how Xan had plant life growing on him. A feeling of dread and panic was starting to set in, but despite his fears, he stepped closer. It seemed that the doctor wouldn't harm him from the way he was acting, but this only meant that Jay was going to try to help the best he could.

"Are- you okay?" Xaphan certainly didn't seen to be, even if his tone depicted otherwise. The glow and plants personally set Jay's anxiety off, but it wasn't long till he reached out with a hand. "You don't look very, uh- okay?"

With the adjustment of the gear being made, as soon as their eyes saw enough of a gap, Charlie quickly grabbed their arm and yanked the hand out of the machine. The thing was covered in blood and oil, with it grinding enough that bone showed. It truly was a mess to behold, and the mechanic took a second to remind it, even muttering an exclamation under their breath. They glanced up at the lieutenant, flashing a toothy smile. “Thanks.” The tone was crossed between actual gratitude and smugness, but the mechanic truly did appreciate their hand no longer being stuck. They did need the damn body part anyway, so might as well keep it while they can. With a smile, they simply shoved both of their hands into their pockets, shifting their stance as they looked around the room.

“So, miss wonderful- I guess I need a doctor for the damage. Who gets the amazing honour of taking care of good ol’ Addercot, hm?” A smirk was plastered onto their face as they spoke with a rather calm tone. Doctors were always fun to mess with, especially if they didn’t know of Charlie’s condition. Not that the young mechanic had seen too many doctors prior to the army, as that was more of a childhood factoid. Still, it was a wonder when they were one of the rare people who didn’t mind getting check ups and shots.

As Charlie removed their hand from the contraption, V grimaced at the sight. Whether it hurt or not, the damage was truly ghastly, and she pitied the poor fuck who would have to deal with them and their typical demeanor. She pressed the gear back into place as soon as their hand was free, glancing down at Charlie as she heard them express gratitude. She didn’t totally believe it was genuine, but few things were with Charlie. “No problem.”

She rolled her eyes at the snide ‘compliment’. True, they would definitely need to see a doctor for their hand, but which one would she not mind sending Charlie to? They were a walking disaster; who did she trust to deal with their bullshit? After a moment of deliberation, she spoke. “I’m sending you to Stigma, Stigma Schatulle. He can deal with your shit, both in terms of your hand and your general bullshit.” Stigma was a capable doctor with fewer sadistic tendencies than Xaphan, so he was the logical choice. Not that sadism would even work with someone like Charlie; even without taking their lack of pain response into account, they were generally unaffected by most things.

Even as the words left her mouth, she already felt a twinge of pity for Stigma. She could apologize for whatever Charlie’s antics ended up being at a later date; the mechanic needed that hand fixed, and Stigma was the man for the job.

#;thread #V;This Is Now #;Gears #redarmypr

The small mechanic offered a wink and a cheeky smile, despite the woman not being able to see half of it. The way V treated Charlie was more than enough for amuse them, as they hadn't been in the army for long and yet she already couldn't bear to deal with their shenanigans for long. Addercot decided to actually inspect their hand, and first thing they noted was that there was some oil, and a shit ton of blood. "Haha wow, look at that." The bone was showing as well, which for some reason, was funny to the mechanic.

They simply shoved both hands into their filthy pockets and smiled up at the woman. "You have no faith in me, V. Maybe I won't wreak havoc on the poor doctor?" That was a lie and Charlie knew it, as doctors were particularity fun to mess with due to their health conditions and problems. "Where is he though? Can you give me a specific area or?" The natural assumption would be that Stigma laid within the medical wing, but really Charlie was just asking to try and annoy her.

@n0rski

Now, Charlie had people come over and interrupted their workspace on numerous occasions, with some of those being Jay getting upset over how they were acting. The workspace was never in a well organized manner, and it only made sense to the mechanic who dwelled in it. Scrapped machine parts laid lazily against the walls of the room, with oil stains littering around in random places. The messiest location in the room was the table, with some hunk of junk stacked in the middle of it. The thing had already caused quite a few problems, with bandages covering Addercot’s right hand from the recent mishap.

With a proud smile and hands on their hips, Charlie scanned the disaster of their workspace and simply nodded, deciding that it was clean enough. There was simply no need to attempt to tidy up, as Jay had warned that working with their new injury wouldn’t help; not that Charlie listened much. With a whistle and a tune, they headed for the door and pulled the door open, taking a step out without paying much attention to where they were headed. A tall body caught their eye from nearby, and Charlie ended up glancing upward to see who the stranger was. The horns that seemed to sit up on the tall person’s head were certainly a thing, but that wasn’t the most noticeable feature. Half of the man’s face was scarred to resemble strips of bacon, and Charlie was left with a feeling of being stunned and amused at the appearance. They had heard of what the Red Leader looked like, but the mechanic had the luck to not encounter him just yet.

They ended up slamming the door behind them, their eyes not taken off of the leader. Charlie leaned against the door, as they were not exactly aware of the army’s protocol, even thought Jay had warned them. Just because this man just so happened to be in a powerful position, and also their boss, didn’t mean that Addercot was going to treat him like some sort of powerful entity. So, a smile was on their face as they didn’t bother to get into any sort of formal army stance or salute.

“Howdy bossman.” Their greeting was extremely casual for one who held such power, and Charlie did not let the taller man’s looks get to them. It may have been better to at least saluted, but unfortunately that hand was out of order, even if they were unable to feel it. They stayed in their relaxed position against the door, smirking up at the leader.

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There was a sense of kinship built up in Tord's gut every time he ventured into one of the army's many garages. The good thing about having so much land was that there were countless buildings within which Tord could hide vehicles of all times. The robot he used to destroy he old house was naught but the tip of the proverbial iceberg; there were at least three more buried beneath the surface of Tord's base, with trucks, tanks, cars, and planes all laid out across the field in preparation for a battle.

Once upon a time, Tord was naïve enough to think that he could handle that sort of manpower without aid. He was no longer that short-sighted. Hundreds of mechanics and other low-ranking soldiers kept everything in order for him now. One such mechanic went by the name of Charlie Addercot, a strange sort Tord had never met until the day he decided to see what damage his moles had done while he was hospitalized.

He approached Charlie with an air of superiority, but was not surprised when it went ignored. Tord heard enough about this particular goober to know that torturing them the usual way (if it came down to it, and there was always a chance it would) would do no good. Charlie had congenital analgesia, the likes of which Tord had never seen until they came into his ranks as a mechanic. It seemed that the job suited Charlie just fine in that instance; then again, Tord based that thought on an assumption, and everyone knew what was said about assumptions at the end of the day.

Having heard that Charlie was also deaf, Tord folded his hands behind his back, bent down to their level and raised his voice to a louder, lower pitch. He would gradually raise his volume until he found the level he needed to reach so they would hear him speak. "You want to address me as a familiar?" he asked. "Think of that as a privilege, private. One neither you nor anyone else in this army has. I am sir, not bossman."

Whether or not they would address him as such remained to be seen. If they did not, Tord would chalk it up to no one having bothered to teach them manners. No matter; plenty of people found out that they stepped on a mine seconds after walking into the field, and Tord was there to help them reattach their leg. Painfully so, lest they forget the lesson they learned in the first place.

Tord stood back up to full height and narrowed his eye down at Charlie. "Now." His voice remained loud and clear. Hopefully it was enough for Charlie. "Explain your latest work to me. I've been informed that you were helping ten others with construction on Rubermortis IV."

#;thread #;Gears #n0rski #V;This Is Now #[rubermortis sounds so fucking nerdy]#[imagine how cool it looks tho]#[especially considering how the one in the end was there would be a lot of improvements]#[i bet at this point Tord has learned not to put a bunch of robot arms in the cockpit]

The first thought that crossed the mechanic's mind was that this man was on a high horse that was way taller than he was; of course, that was probably on account of how he was the leader of the army, but it wasn't like Charlie was going to care. This guy seemed strict and was probably a major asshole, as he had heard from others what he was like. The only surprised that came out of this encounter was how he was talking loud enough for Charlie to hear first thing, which normally people did not even know that the mechanic had their hearing aids on low most times. Addercot was tempted to turn up the volume just to mess with him if possible, but they didn't feel like doing that so their hands were instead shoved into their pockets.

"Alrighty, top dog." Charlie ignoring his command was either accidental or on purpose, but either way, they weren't going to listen. 'Sir' wasn't in this mechanic's vocabulary list, nor did they even intend for it to be. Charlie was going to treat Tord as if he was an every day person instead of their boss, and they were going to enjoy whatever came out of it. Charlie's position against the door remained relaxed and casual, still not caring for how this was their leader.

"And that hunk of junk?" A smug smile made it's way on their expression in a subconscious manner. Charlie thought they might as well answer Tord. "It's been going just fine, so don't worry your sweet li'l horned head." The mechanic might as well just insult the leader at this point, as their response was lackluster at best and they continued to treat him as a normal person.

If Xaphan could have, he would have rolled his eyes. A sigh managed to escape him, no doubt giving away his annoyed tone. Despite this, he mulled it over for a moment. He did feel guilty over the incident with Jay, and the thought of making him feel worse didn’t exactly settle well. So he would cave, for now, and help Charlie.

“Fine. Come on, let’s go to my office. Do you need help getting there? Would you like to hold my hand or something, or do you want me to carry you?” His tone was as blank as ever, but he was relenting and that was what mattered.

#;thread #M!A;No Pain No Gain #crimsonmedic #;Gears

As stubborn as the mechanic was, Charlie was relieved when the demon finally agreed to help. They weren't so much concerned for their state, despite how awful they felt, and more for how Jay was going to react to this. There was also the fear of losing another sense burrowing deep into Charlie's mind, and that greatly unsettled the seemingly fearless mechanic. They even sighed in relief quickly as they scooted closet to where Xaphan's body was, making sure he was there.

"Just grab my hand and lead me. Try not to let me trip or fall, even if you're a bitter fuck." Charlie's own tone was agitated, but it was more toned down than before. They were already trying to find the doctor's hand with their uninjured one, since it seemed to be in agony.

It was a regular visit; the security officer named Jay was going to hand some reports to the head of the pr, as he was required to do so. When he stepped into the room, he did not expect to see the frozen body of a face he had become familar with. He dropped the documents in shock, tears close to welling up in his eyes. He was frozen himself, and it took a moment before he rushed over to the body. "M-Miss--- V-V- are... Are you?" The poor boy is crying already. [pinnedgears]

Oh god, not Jay. Not here, not now. The poor man cried enough already, seeing her dead was not something he needed. Not something anyone needed, but especially not him.

“Fuck!” She was shaky as all hell, but she drifted over to Jay, accidentally drifting through him. She shuddered extra hard as she did so, horrified with what the poor kid would be dealing with once it sunk in. Hell, he was already crying. “Jay! Oh god, oh god,” she murmured, unsure of how exactly to reach out to him; he clearly couldn’t see her, and she had no clue what to do. Her puzzlement wasn’t helped by the fact that she was on the verge of a panic attack.

She floated, shaky, as Jay asked after her body’s wellbeing. Under normal circumstances, she’d make some kind of platitude or dismissal, but she couldn’t even summon the energy to make a snide comment, let alone be the slightest bit comforting. He wouldn’t have heard her, even if she had done so. She simply trembled, stuttering out apologies and swears.

@pinnedgears

“That’s even woooorse!” He wailed into his knees, unable to stop downpour of that fled from his reddened eyes. It was truly a sight to see a full grown man in uniform break down into tears over something that was supposedly rather common for a military; especially the Red Army. This, however, did not cease the sadness that bore a hole deep in his chest, only increasing the pain of the depression that came from seeing the spirit and body.

Eventually, the poor man cried so much that he couldn’t anymore, his sobs becoming breathless and his shaking slowly coming to a stop as he no longer had the energy. The heavy weight of this sudden loss pressed against his entire being, as if his soul was being affected by a greater gravity. For him, his mind was out of time, and he was stuck in the broken record player that were his thoughts, as he blankly stared through the ghastly figure ahead of his.

Johen’s eyes were stained with tears, with his eyes, nose and cheeks being all red and puffy from the wailing. His throat hurt from the uncontrollable sobs, and his eyes stung slightly from tears. Besides the red, his face was pale, as this entire situation settled in more and made him sick. This does move him.

“Oh, Jay,” she murmured sympathetically. She’d seen the poor man burst into tears before; it was a relatively common occurrence, after all. He cried frequently enough that it didn’t shock her anymore; she simply determined the source and tried to comfort him, often while Charlie destroyed whoever hurt him. Assuming that someone had, of course; poor Jay was something of a crier.

And now the poor guy was shaky and breathless and sobbing because of her. Well, kind of. Enough to let her blame herself for the situation, anyway. Her own anxiety, including the looming sense of wrongness inherent in her phantasmal state, was making her feel even shittier about it than she would’ve otherwise.

She focused all of her energy into tangibility, wrapping Jay in a hug in an attempt at comforting him. Whether it would work or not was to be seen, but she would still try. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, trying to seem warm and solid despite her current state. Physical comfort came easiest to her, so she’d continue to try it.

#;thread #redarmypr #;Pins #V;This Is Now

The downpour of tears was accompanied by a tidal pool of intrusive thoughts, most of which were of how he was a dissapointment to practically everything. There was the backwards thought of him somehow causing the death of the lovely woman, which did not cease his sobbing in anyway. Jay knew that V's death was in no way his fault, but he couldn't help but wonder if it was somehow. The soldier was shaking terribly, shutting down and blocking out the other's voice and his own muffled sobs. He was horrible.

The cold touch resulted in a shiver running down his spine, snapping his awful state enough for him to be brought back to reality. Jay recognized that it was some form of comfort, and he only realized it was a hug when he moved his head enough to glance at the ghostly figure wrapped around him. Why was HE the one being comforted at this time, when V was the one dead? Despite his anxious thoughts, the comfort managed to make him breath a bit more evenly, though it wasn't much. Johens just silently stared at the phantom, too choked up for proper words and sentences.

Though that didn't stop him from trying. "B-but- you-you." His words were quiet compared to the thoughts in his head, as he was unable to form an actual sentence due to his sobbing. Jay's gray eyes shifted over to where V's lifeless corpse laid, and he found himself in a stunned silence with guilt lingering high. "Y-your-"

Haha, yeah sure man. Whatever helps ya sleep at night." That is, if the doctor slept at all, as it seemed a lot of people suffered from sleep deprivation at this stupid army. Charlie only ended up laughing at Stigma's shock, as the man was completely unaware of the mechanic's condition. This only resulted in them squirming a little, including their hand, just to annoy the doctor. They didn't really care if they were being a pain, as it was all for the drama and show.

"Pff, sure. And I'm deaf too." Even though Addercot was simply messing with the man, there was truth within their words and they smiled cheekily. It was always hilarious to see people react to their conditions, as it provided some drama for the mechanic. They stopped squirming after a short bit, simply swinging their legs and tapping their other hand against the table in an impatient manner. After a bit, Charlie started whistling a random tune, not particularly one associated with any song. They were completely unbothered by their hand being treated, as they had no clue what pain was like, nor did they feel it.

#docstigma #V;This Is Now #;Gears #;thread #[i pity stigma]

“̷Ah̷,͢ J̶ay!͢ You lo̴o̡k l͝ov͞ely̴,͏ my ̷d͠e̕ar͡. Ho̡w a͏re ͝y͠ou͏?” Xaphan smiles, he is happy to see Jay. He doesn’t notice his own situation, the flowers, the glow, but he does vaguely notice Jay’s. He opens his mouth, intending to tell the other he looks dead, but the words come out garbled, and surprisingly all wrong.

“̧You ́l̨o͝ok̛ ab̴s̛olút̸ely͢ ̡bea͜utifu͞l̸."͟ It’s said with such sincerity, even Abbadon starts to believe it himself.

#;Pins #;thread #crimsonmedic #M!A;Rotten

The way Abbadon sounded was more than enough to ring several bells, and the compliments rubbed him in the wrong way. The doctor seemed to be angelic in some sort of way, with that heavenly glow; there were even flowers blooming at his feet. Instead of deciding to inspect himself, Jay decided that he better alert the other of his situation, ignoring the compliments entirely.

"Um- you look to be- well, you're all glowing and such." It was hard for Johens to explain, and he hoped that Xaphan wouldn't get angry at him for talking so poorly.

It was a regular patrol, as the security officer just walked amongst the halls, unaware of his situation. Jay was extremely pale, with his usually vivid eyes now a dead gray. He held his hands behind his back in an orderly fashion, not noticing a single thing. That only included himself, as a near blinded light soon caught his eye, and he made his way over to it while squinting. He could make out the figure well enough to find out whom was suddenly a light beam in the middle of the hall. Johens had to cover his eyes with his hands and shut them from the lights source after a while.

"... Abbadon?... Is that- you?" With how bright the other was, he couldn't exactly tell who it was. Jay's voice was rather hesitant and quiet, as he was still uncomfortable with the doctor.

@crimson-medic

#M!A;Rotten #;thread #crimsonmedic #;Pins

black marrow dragon for jay, seawyrm pygmy for charlie

Black Marrow Dragon:Muse will look dead to others even though they’re healthy and alive.

Anonymous said:Crimson Flare Pygmy for Charlie (gOTTA GO F A S T)

Charlie is already running everywhere regardless, meanwhile Jay wanders the halls thinking, not knowing about his new situation.

#;Secret Person #;mailbox #M!A; Speedster #M!A;Rotten #;Pins #;Gears

Dragon-themed M!As

Albino Dragon: Muse now is, you guessed it, albino.

Arsani Dragon: Muse will give their possessions to anyone as a gift.

Balloon Dragon: Muse somehow floats in the air.

Black Dragon: Muse can now use a little bit of magic.

Black Capped Teimarr: Muse will have the urge to get away from home as far as possible.

Black Marrow Dragon: Muse will look dead to others even though they’re healthy and alive.

Black Tea Dragon: Muse somehow emits a scent attracting all kinds of insects. Hope you’re not afraid…

Blacktip Dragon: That date won’t happen… Muse cannot flirt, kiss, or do anything of the sort!

Bleeding Moon Dragon: Do not touch! Muse emits a strong poison, affecting anyone but themselves.

Blusang Lindwurm: Damn stairs… Muse cannot walk and will have to find another way if they want to go anywhere!

Bright-Breasted Wyvern: Muse can only wear bright colors. It’s time to party!

Bright Pink Dragon: Muse now becomes extremely flirty!

Brimstone Dragon: Muse thinks everyone sees them as worthless and hates them.

Canopy Dragon: What do you mean, I can’t climb up there? Muse might just find themselves up in a high tree or on the rooftops!

Cavern Lurker Dragon: Muse will be completely unable to go out in sunlight.

Cheese Dragon: Muse will think everything is food. Om nom nom…

Coastal Waverunner: Muse will grow fins.

Copper Dragon: Muse cannot leave the sunlight, or they will get hurt.

Crimson Flare Pygmy: Can’t stop! Muse will feel the need to go as fast as possible!

Dark Green Dragon: Muse will leave a trail of flowers, vines and grass behind wherever they walk.

Dark Myst Pygmy: Wait, who was that..? Muse forgets everyone!

Day Glory Drake: Muse becomes incredibly hot to the touch. Every time someone touches Muse, it becomes higher.

Daydream Dragon: I’m feeling….a bit….sleepy… Muse will randomly fall asleep, no matter what time of the day it is!

Deep Sea Dragon: Muse has glowy skin, scales and gills. Yay.

Dorsal Dragon: Muse can only talk about themselves.

Duotone Dragon: Right or left? Muse gets two different personalities, and no matter what the problem is, they always want to choose different things.

Electric Dragon: Muse has the urge to touch anything that’ll give them a shock.

Ember Dragon: Muse is sick! (Anon decides symptoms.)

Flamingo Wyvern: Muse will fight over absolutely anything.

Frilled Dragon: Muse is now a child!

Geode Dragon: Muse becomes huge! (Anon decides size.)

Gilded Bloodscale Dragon: Every time someone says Muse’s name, something happens [Anon’s choice]

Gold Dragon: Muse gains a metallic gleam to them, and might just be mistaken for a golden statue.

Golden Wyvern: Any metal Muse touches turns into gold.

Gold-horned Tangar: Muse loses their most prized possession.

Grave Dragon: Muse will sometimes uncontrollably attack others.

Gray Dragon: Everything is just horrible…. Muse becomes extremely depressed, with a raincloud following them as bonus!

Green Dragon: Muse becomes one of the dragons on this list (Anon decides which. Check dragcave.wikia.com for their appearance!)

Guardian Dragon: Muse becomes overprotective of [anon’s choice]. Hope they won’t get annoyed…

Guardian of Nature: Muse gains the power of three elements, chosen by the anon. Don’t piss them off, now….

Harvest Dragon: IS THAT FOOD?! Muse becomes incredibly hungry, no matter how much they eat.

Heartseeker Dragon: Muse used Attract! Anyone who comes close will be captivated by that sweet, sweet scent.

Hellfire Wyvern: If Muse is female, they become extremely aggressive. If Muse is male, they become scared of everything and extremely submissive.

Hellhorse Dragon: Muse just needs to release their anger and becomes extremely violent!

Holly Dragon: Muse becomes extremely cheerful and will try to get others cheerful too!

Horse Dragon: Muse cannot speak.

Ice Dragon: Muse becomes similar to ice. Touching water? It’s frozen over. Touching fire? It’s game over!

Imperial Fleshcrowne: Help! Muse will get scared of even the slightest things...

Lumina Dragon: Muse will think about nothing but dirty, dirty things. Too bad, though, since everyone they had those thoughts about will get to see them when the M!A is over.

Magi Dragon: Muse will be able to teleport small distances. Need to get to the other side of the room? Simple!

Magma Dragon: Fire won’t kill Muse anymore…. but they’ll still feel it! Ouch…

Mint Dragon: Muse thinks everyone sees them as worthless…

Misfit Pygmy: Watch out! Muse will play pranks on anyone, even their lover and/or best friend!

Moonstone Dragon: Muse becomes a werewolf.

Nebula Dragon: Aren't those stars pretty? Muse can predict the future, using [anon's choice].

Neglected Dragon: Muse will try and take revenge on anyone who has ever done something bad to them, no matter how small.

Neotropical Dragon: Muse feels the need to party all night. Wooo!

Night Glory Drake: Muse becomes incredibly cold to the touch. Every time someone touches Muse, it becomes lower.

Nilia Pygmy: Muse becomes hyperactive, and will constantly bug a person of the anon’s choice. Prepare yourself for angry people…

Nocturne Dragon: Wait, is that the sun I see..? Muse now will be unable to move in sunlight!

Ochredrake: Muse cannot think anything without saying it out loud anymore! Better get rid of those dirty thoughts…

Olive Dragon: Muse is now an animal of anon’s choice!

Paper Dragon: Muse is flat and fragile like paper.

Pillow Dragon: Mmm, fluffy…. Muse wants to hug everyone!

Pink Dragon: It’s time for our beloved… GENDERBEND!

Pumpkin Dragon: Muse will be bound to a certain object [anon’s choice]. Whatever happens to the object happens to the muse too!

Purple Dragon: Muse will be extremely innocent. How was i made, mommy?

Pygmy Dragon: Muse is now tiny! How tiny exactly? Well, that’s up to the anon….

Red Dragon: Muse just wants to destroy a couple of villages. Maybe throw a few cities in there too.

Red-finned Tidal Dragon: Muse dances non-stop.

Ribbon Dancer: Muse has to sing everything they say in song lyrics.

Ridgewing Dragon: Muse is happy and smiles at all times. Even if their best friend just died.

Rosebud Dragon: Muse only likes the smell of [anon’s choice] and will attempt to make everything smell like that.

Royal Blue Dragon: Where are my servants? Muse thinks they are a prince/princess!

Royal Crimson Dragon: The title ‘Royal’ is there for a reason. Muse becomes extremely arrogant!

Seasonal Dragon: Muse’s personality becomes centered around a certain season… Winter? Cold! Summer? Extremely excitable!

Seawyrm Pygmy: Muse becomes a magical girl. No, there aren’t refunds on Soul Gems.

Seragamma Wyvern: Muse loses [anon’s choice] until they kill someone…or get killed.

Shadow Walker: Muse becomes nearly invisible.

Shallow Water Dragon: Is this what happened to Haru? Muse will feel somewhat stra- IS THAT A POOL?!

Shimmer-scale Dragon: Muse is extremely wanted by everyone for some reason… Who doesn’t want to own your muse?

Silver Dragon: Muse glows. A lot.

Skywing Dragon: Muse will gain wings. That’s all. Nothing else. Just wings.

Snow Angel Dragon: Muse is slowly freezing! If they don’t get warmed up, they’ll be unable to move, speak and eventually die!

Soulpeace Dragon: Muse switches personalities with someone.

Speckle-throated Dragon: Muse switches bodies with someone.

Spitfire Dragon: Muse just wants to see blood, and will hurt themselves.

Spotted Greenwing: Muse will try to hug everyone they see.

Stone Dragon: Why is it so hard to walk? Muse remains their normal self, but becomes incredibly heavy!

Striped Dragon: Where did you go? Muse will be able to get the same color as anything they touch!

Sunrise Dragon: Muse is an angel.

Sunset Dragon: Muse is an demon.

Sunsong Amphiptere: Jackpot! Muse will have AMAZING luck!

Sunstone Dragon: Muse's spirit is bound to a certain object [anon's choice] and they will have to find their body back.

Swallowtail Dragon: Muse is a minor god/goddess of [anon's choice]

Sweetling Dragon: Muse will beg, scream and even attack, just to get their favorite [anon’s choice]

Terrae Dragon: Muse cannot sleep and will feel the need to work all day.

Thunder Dragon: Muse will shock to anyone who comes too close.

Tinsel Dragon: Muse will be hopelessly in love with [anon's choice].

Tri-Horn Wyvern: Muse is extremely, extremely ill. Hallucinations, vomiting and blood with a chance of death!

Tsunami Wyvern: Muse will be incredibly manipulative.

Turpentine Dragon: My bed is the most popular tourist attraction. Muse is drunk!

Two-Finned Bluna: Muse wants to kiss/hug/[anon's choice] everyone in their inbox!

Two-Headed Dragon: Muse is split into two different versions. Anon decides personalities.

Two-Headed Lindwurm: Muse will be an animal hybrid. Anon decides the animal.

Ultraviolet Dragon: Muse will have hallucinations.

Valentine Dragon: Muse will randomly speak their thoughts about someone out loud.

Vampire Dragon: Muse will want to drink nothing but blood.

Water Dragon: Is that a tail..? Muse is a mermaid/man.

Water Walker Dragon: Muse can walk on paths made on water and air, but they're thin and slippery.

Waterhorse Dragon: Muse will be soaking wet at all times, no matter how much they have been in the sun.

Whiptail Dragon: Muse cannot feel emotions anymore.

White Dragon: Muse will heal any wounds immediately and is unable to get sick.

Winter Magi Dragon: Muse finds a book of spells in their hands! Will they use it for good or for bad?

Wrapping-Wing Dragon: Muse is turned into a toy, only able to speak and walk.

Yellow-Crowned Dragon: Pack your stuff, we’re going to the desert! Muse will want to stay in the sun as long as possible.

Yulebuck Dragon: Wait, really? Muse will believe anything they’re told, from lies to insults.

Zombie Dragon: Braaaaains……

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“Ehm.. They’re more for.. numbing the nerves, I guess.. But.. Sure. One could call them mood-stabilizers, I suppose.” Stigma lightly jabbed the needle into Charlie’s mangled hand, one of his eyes shooting upwards towards his face to see if he’d flinch. “Black market? Heh. You should know that such a large market hasn’t the time for something you could grab off of a corner-dealer, yeah?”

Stigma prepared a few disinfectant wipes as he continued to elaborate on his knowledge of the crime-world beneath them. “Now.. zhings you might see on the black market? Organs. Limbs. Things that might keep the faint of heart up at night, yeah?” Stigma chuckled vaguely and started to clean up the wound. “..I would know. When you’re unable to acquire the proper apparatus through legitimate means, you sometimes have to settle for the latter, yeah?” Another dark chuckle. “But zhat’s a story for another time, I suppose.” Stigma continued to clean, constantly checking to see if the other ever seemed pained by his operation. How peculiar. Perhaps it was adrenaline? He’d study this one further.