every time i see bubby my brain goes "dragon grandpa" so bubby and dragon? idk why he gives off dragon vibes though,,, mayhaps its the pyrokenisis and just how SharpTM he looks
I never said I was going to make the characters into those creatures... but I'll roll with it in this case. (Personally I find benrey to be more dragon like, but if you're here you probably already knew that.)
Burning shit was fun. Be it a random barn or a giant bank bubby didn't particularly care.
Their only job during the heists was to break down barriers, cutting through heavy metal with their fire and claws, but if they were being entirely honest they would rather be out there roasting some boot boys.
Their fire burned bright blue as they slowly cut through the heavily armored door but they were quickly getting bored. They wanted to tell the others but dammit, they had the most important job here! It was only a job they could do and they could always burn some cops when they were done right?
They growled as they pushed their fire to burn brighter and their claws to move faster. They were almost through and any second now they would be able to grab the loot and start frying people. They were getting impatient, sharp teeth aching for something to bite into and rip apart.
There was a loud bang as a fucking sword crashed into a cabinet next to them that startled them out of their rage. They looked over to see Gordon taking cover behind a cabinet as an officer quickly rounded the corner.
Bubby didn't hesitate. They pounced, ripping and tearing and melting the flesh below them. Gordon watched for only a moment before checking on the door. Bubby was almost through when they stopped, and the door was red hot still. Gordon took a chance, picking up the filing cabinet next to him and flinging it at the door with enough force that they both broke on impact, the chunk of door and the cabinet clattering to the floor.
"THE DOORS OPEN!"
Bubby looked up from their prey directly at Gordon, eyes wide and pupils slit behind his glasses.
"Awesome work bubby! Think you can watch our backs while we grab everything?"
Their grin is sharp and dangerous. Gordon takes that as a yes as he climbs in and Tommy and Coomer run over. Bubby runs out into the fray to take their place.
Gordon tosses out the bags and Tommy and Coomer grab as many as they can carry with Gordon climbing out and grabbing the rest. They make a break for the get away car, meeting almost no resistance as the cops have their hands full with the raging dragon. Once in the van Gordon tosses out a flashbang, signaling bubby they were going as they take off.
Bubby spends a few more minutes wrecking shit before letting out a wall of flames and taking off, flying back to the hide out/their nest. When they get there they're happy to see their husband in their nest and a massive pile of cash added to their hoard.
I wanted to draw you but I didn’t want to draw anything humanoid because I can’t draw them that well so I was like,,,, you know what I do draw the best??? Dragons. So I drew you as a dragon! I hope you like it!!!
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“I do like it, darling, very much so~”
He purred, looking the piece over thoroughly.
“A dragon is an excellent choice. Powerful, majestic, and deadly. A good fit for one such as myself, hm?”
"Hell isn't exactly therapy, you know. Not a place I'd imagine people with healing personalities would want to spend their time."
He raised an eyebrow.
"The only person that can heal me is myself. All you lot ever come for is deals, gambling, and punishments. The demons are... well, they're demons. Kindness isn't really a virtue for them. So, to give you the simplest answer: me. And that's just fine."