From flames

Hey all!

I'm back after a 4 year break so a lot of my old RP partners are no longer around / deactivated so if anyone would like to get into trouble together feel free to like for a DM! I would love to plot a thread together.

Naturally, 18 and up please. This blog contains NSFW elements and Predaking is a horny boi PFFF. Thanks everyone for your patience! I look forward to causing trouble on the timeline once more-

Oh how he'd missed his sweet Chromia, still doting on him.

::It would be faster to meet me on earth. You have access to the teleporters there, do you not?:: He asks, suddenly feeling the need to look his best, even with some of his newer scarring that had dulled over the years.

::I am not in immediate danger. My injuries have long since healed, I assure you. The connection is about to break- I will see you on earth. The teleport pad will be awaiting you. I-:: The connection fizzes out before he can finish his sentence, earning a growl of frustration but he'd at least gotten across the basics. He was coming home- to whatever the state his islands was.

It had been years since he'd been able to see his islands, and it felt like longer still. There was more civilisation now, a real city starting to form with both beast and cybertronian alike. He'd barely set pede upon the earth before a celebration was breaking out amidst the people. Predaking had to urge them to wait just a moment longer, promising his full attention soon but urgent matters were at hand, heading towards the teleporter pad as promised.

A Canien was waiting on his call, as he'd promised.

Hey there!

Overall i'm okay with OCs, but unfortunately I'm quite picky when it comes to them for a few reasons. The number one reason being minors love trying to get into communities they shouldn't be in with them and my blog is very clearly an 18+ blog.

If a blog doesn't have an age in the bio, I tend to block and move on for my own safety.

Additionally so many OC blogs don't even have a basic banner, theme or even a basic dossier / easy to access sheet. I'm not going to interact with people who don't make it easy to understand what's going on with the character because I don't have much time these days. Without core elements demonstrating their design and personality, it becomes much more difficult to get a good impression of them.

send me a ⚠️ with a reason my muse should be shamed (e.g. “hangs toilet paper backward”) and I can only confirm or deny

"It depends on your definition of large! Size is, after all, a matter of perspective. But I am indeed large! Blackout would most certainly agree."

The dragon shifts, contemplating the sign with a grin.

It had been far too long since he'd ventured off world and gone exploring for himself. One particular planet had drawn his attention for reasons most would avoid-

Sand.

Miles upon miles of perfectly unpolluted sand, silica specifically. Perfect for his poor plating to get the cleaning it needed between joins and really scratch loose the potential rust particles that threatened to take over.

Landing planetside was easy enough, with how little pollution there was it was easy to break through the atmosphere with his space faring form, the vast dragon creating quite the impact when he landed. To locals it would look almost like a mushroom cloud with a shockwave to boot.

There he was though, glass formed around his crater, stepping out to identify the landscape-

And flop. The predacon rolls eagerly in the sand the moment he feels the fine dust on his talons, basking in how nice it felt, kicking it up and practically burying himself in it with a rolling metallic purr that to a human, would sound terrifying.

It was time for Predaking's spa day.

( Continued from here X ) @chromiatfp

Oh how he'd thought he'd never hear that voice again.

He does his best to find a better spot, the connection stable- for now.

::Chromia- my love. It is Predaking- I am finally able to hear your voice again,:: he rumbles in that sweet tone he got only with those he cared most about. ::I cannot express how dearly I have missed you... And how sorry I am for being away.::

A deep regret lingers, but did he not owe his life to his sire? He'd never turn away from his creator, for even he didn't know what had awaited them out there in deep space.

::I will explain all I can with what limited connection I am provided. We are to be be back on earth within 3 terran days- currently limping past their gas giant... 'Jupiter?'::

He sounded more mature now, if that were possible. The tinge of youth from his creation gone and in it's place an air of responsibility and familiarity with leadership. It was clear much had happened to him, just from voice alone. The dragon shifts, wanting to hold her already.

Blackout is in the middle of Primus know's what in his office when the call comes through. At first, he is silent, but then, excitement strikes.

:: Preds? Dude. What the fuck, where you been? Are you okay? ::

Predaking had never expected to get a reply, having fully antisipated people to be furious with him for vanishing so suddenly without a trace, not even a distress beacon left behind. There one day, and gone the next- much like the titan and his nomadic ways he supposed. Perhaps that's why he wasn't met with ire?

Instead the excitement that coloured Blackout's tone has him surprised, frankly endeared the giant owl was happy to see the dragon at all- or rather hear him. However choppy the signal was.

::I believe I owe you an apology, firstly. I've-::

The predacon pauses, worrying at his bottom lipplate.

::Stranded was where i've been. I was with my creator- Shockwave. He had requested assistance to what should have been a routine inspection on his territories... It was not, as you can guess.::

Predaking sounds far more tired than the last he had met Blackout, their audacious rambles across the lush islands now long since colonised by Cybertronian and Predacon alike.