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Prince’s First Day

Pt. 2 / Pt. 1: A Stern Talking To

Tagging @sonia-aquamarineson @asmito @novafire-is-thinking @bdwarrior1

Summary: Basically Prince and Predaking having an argument about Prince needing to attend RBA(Rescue Bots Academy).

Preview: Prince is what can be referred to as a “spoiled brat”. Of course they weren’t always like that. In fact, he used to be polite, just on the verge of well behaved… for a hyper newborn dragon, that is.

Apparently the all powerful Predaking didn’t know any better and never exactly said ‘no’ all that much when raising Prince. If you catch my drift? Not to mention letting them get away with pretty much anything—heck—he could probably get away with murder if they wanted to.

With Predaking having to deal with the backlash of his people not being all too happy with his protégé’s behavior; he decides to send them to RBA to where he has a trusted friend who’s teaching there. To help Prince take a break from the royal life and to realign their misguidedness.

May Primus help whose poor spark is entrusted with the feral beast.

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Once upon a time…there was a young prince, who lived in a far far away kingdom. A land of Predacons. Voracious creatures who roamed an entire planet known as The Predacon Kingdom. The Predacon Kingdom is ruled by their terrifying yet benevolent king—Predaking. Also known as mentor to their majesty Prince, of The Predacon Kingdom. No, not as in a spawn of the king; their literal name is ‘Prince’.

Their relationship is not simply bound by the energon flowing through their veins. The bond between the two cannot be described as nothing more than an apprenticeship. At least, in the beginning it was…

CLATTER!

Now they have begun to have a closer bond…

SLAM!

Such as a bond between a parent and child…

CRASH!

Loud noises have disrupted the staff within the castle, with everyone turning their heads to triangulate where noise came from. Echoing off the walls and down the corridors, another loud tumbling of what seems to be a gargantuan sized chair. On top of the chair was a small two headed metallic dragon, with sharp yellow claws, a protoform as dark as graphite, and big orange wings emanating a neon glow. The little dragon suddenly had light shining through one head’s neck to its jaw, which immediately shot a large coordinated blast of fire at its target.

“I’m not going to some stupid school on some stupid planet- a billion lightyears away!” Prince shouted. “And you can’t make me!” The two headed dragon jumped into the air and perched himself on a jagged beam connected to the large dome ceiling.

“You will attend the academy, whether you like it or not—child!” Retorted the grand dragon Predaking. An enormous rough-scaled mechanical beast, with big sharp claws and armor dark as obsidian. His body is lined with alien magma shining through his seams and crevices. Most of all, his body takes up a majority of the room as he has been chasing his protege all over the castle. Trying his hardest to be reasonable, though it seems as if nothing would be able to get Prince to listen.

“Why are you trying to make this difficult for me? Attending the academy is your “punishment” for your recent inappropriate behavior!”

“Why? Why?! Are you kidding me?! You're sending me off to get—to get domesticated!”

“For the last time! Learning manners and proper discipline, for your sake and others, isn't as cruel as surrendering your free will! And it's not as if this was my only choice-”

Just as Predaking was about to finish his statement, Prince shot a stream of fire at their mentor’s face; and they took off thinking he was distracted. Leaping off the beam and heading down the nearest corridor. But he didn't have enough time to realize how unfazed Predaking was with his attack.

As Prince was in midair, giant talons suddenly wrapped around him—restraining the little dragon. “Let go, you jerk!” Exclaimed Prince, as he spat another blast of fire at Predaking’s muzzle.

Predaking shook off the flames and replied sternly, “No—I will not tolerate your immature behavior any longer. You’re going to do as I say, and you will do it even if I have to force you through that portal myself.” Prince still continued to struggle in his mentor’s grasp.

Whatever Predaking said went through one audial and out the other. They were putting up one heck of a fight against his opponent, even though he knew deep down it was pointless. But he wasn’t one to back down from a fight so easily.

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[ask-insomniac-cuphead]

Hey cup, do you like cookies?

*Shows giant box full of different kinds of cookies*

Take them! I'm sure you'll find your favorite cookies =]

“thank you!! my favorite is definitely oatmeal raisin, but i pick the raisins out”

“y’know, mugsy is the one who-”

“nevermind..”

- mod 🦠

[worldwideheaven]

Absolutely Anything meme

(I used a new animation technique, do ya like it? :V)

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First episode of a silly silly thing I've been wanting to do for a while! :D :D :D :D

Featuring:

UNSCRIPTED RAMBLINGS!

BAD ENGLISH!

GAMEPLAY OF MY VERY FIRST PLAYTHROUGH (when I was terrible at the game)

FANGIRLISM

FEELS!

an audio glitch I’m too lazy to fix (no, really, my editing program keeps crashing)

Have fun!This is not a lore video, it’s just me discussing the worst/best howling madman in the universe, why I believe he is a brilliant character that embodies the trope of the “tragically smart person” and why he would make Lovecraft proud.

[nezclaw]

"Miiiike... I'm hungryyy..." Micky was draped over a branch staring at Mike upside down.

"You know where the fridge is," the Wildclaw replied with some reproach.

"But all that's left is your meat," the Spiral whined. “And you need that.”

"Then conjure up a sack of bugs," Mike said, rolling his eyes. “You’re Arcane, I know you know how to do that. You’ve done it enough times already.

"But Miiiiike..... I don't know if I can. I'm just... so hungry..." Micky slid off the branch, making a great show of fluttering weakly towards him. "I.. I don't know... how much longer... I can... go... on...." He sank to the ground, stretching out one arm feebly. "...please...." he let out a gasp and rolled over onto his back, tongue sticking out for dramatic effect.

Mike stared at him, hiding a smirk. Good to know that Micky’s penchant for theatrics hadn’t changed here. He nudged him with his foot, rolling him back onto his stomach. Micky promptly rolled back over onto his back. Mike saw one of Micky's magenta eyes crack open slightly.

"You're not foolin' anyone like that Mick," he drawled. Micky's tail twitched very slightly. Mike crouched down... and dragged a claw very delicately over Micky's sensitive, and very ticklish, belly scales. Micky let out a yelp.

"Hey no fair!" he shouted as he automatically curled around Mike's tickling hand. "Taking advantage of a guy when he's down..." Mike lifted him up as Micky started gnawing on his arm.

"Am I really that tasty?" Mike asked, more amused than annoyed. Micky spat out a mouthful of feathers and scratched his head.

"No, not really. You taste like dirt and feathers. I'm not sure why I expected otherwise."

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