*He does swing and miss, his hammer smashing into the floor, sending debris everywhere, it was stuck in the floor for the time being, the Firelord does try to throw a bolt but his tracking misses when they made their way out of his line of sight. The Firelord pries his hammer out from the floor.*

*The silence becomes absolutely deafening, the sound of his skin bubbling rises, and the cackling fire from his shoulderpads rings through ears. He brung his hammer out and held his hand out, signaling for them to wait, as he lined himself up for a strike.*

"COME ONE COME ALL, I HAVE FREE AUTOGRAPHS FOR ANYONE DESERVING."

"THEN HOW DOES ONE STROKE THEIR EGO LIKE SO??? IT ONLY ADDS LESS SATISFACTION WHEN I SLAY ANOTHER NAMELESS FOE. SO IF I MAY EVEN ASK, PLEASE FINE MORTAL. WHAT IS 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 NAME?" *Ragnaros even holds his hand out in a pleading way, his hammer being held behind his back barely concealed.*

"I KEEP A BABY ONE IN MY POCKET DIMENSION JUST FOR OCCASIONS." *He doesn't even utter anything, just sways his hand and snabs his hand in and out of the portal, the Spider he grabbed was the SIZE OF HID HAND.* "I NAMED THIS ONE '⟆DIΓΞΔΗ'." *It was barely understandable but he said Sdit-te-ah.+

"INFACT I CAN 'READ MINDS' (Lie) AND I BET YOU'RE WONDERING WHO I AM. AND I WILL 𝘎𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘓𝘠 TELL YOU!" *He takes a deep breath to puff his chest for exaggeration.* "𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙍𝘿!!!" *And lets out a booming roar that came with flames HOPEFULLY singing them, as well as a terrible odor of ash.*

"𝙈𝙀!!! AND ONLY 𝘔𝘌! AND I PROUDLY LAY CLAIM TO ALL THIS HATE THAT I OWN, AS DO I LOVE TO SHARE IT. I HOPE YOU DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT." *He said with a smile... Wait he's always smiling.*

"I KNOW I'M BAD, FIGURATIVELY OF COURSE."

*Grabs the air to NO AVAIL.* "𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆!- I MEAN DAMMIT... WHATEVER BACK TO SCHEMING."

"SPIDERS?! I LOVE SPIDERS!!! I HAVE A WHOLE LAIR DEDICATED TO MAGMA WEB SPINNING MOLTEN WIDOWS."

"I HATE YOU, TERRIBLE EARLY NEXT MORNING AND TERRIBLE CURRENT MORNING, AND SO ON AND SO FORTH." *The lord said from the deepest depths of his heart.*

"GOOOOOD MORNING PESTILENT MORTALS. DON'T WORRY, ONE DAY I'LL INVENT A SOLUTION TO EXTERMINATE YOU FLESH MONSTERS."

"I HAVE A TOTAL OF THREE FANS. ME. MY ELEMENTALS. AND ME."

"WHAT IF I SNUFFED YOUR FIREPLACE FOR THE REST OF WINTER?"

*He instantly snaps his head in her direction and gleefully screams.* "MEERRY CHRISTMAS QUEEN!!! I HAVE A 𝘾𝙍𝙐𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 GIFT FOR 𝘠𝘖𝘜!" *If she thought it was his hammer it wasnt, he already gave it to her before, it's actually a VERY and I mean VERY! Tight bear hug.*

"I WISH YOU A HORRID CHRISTMAS. AND TERRIBLE NEW YEAR."

"I 𝙃𝘼𝙏𝙀 YOU AND WANT TO CRAVE 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 BLOOD. I THINK WE WILL MAKE GREAT ENEMIES, LETS HANG OUT SOMETIMES."

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘂𝘀. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱. 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗼𝗻! 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗘𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗿! 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗘! ◆ 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 / 𝘚𝘍𝘞 (𝘭𝘦𝘸𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯). ◆ 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺, 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘴. ◆ 𝘋𝘔𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 (𝘖𝘖𝘊 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵). ◆ 𝘝𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘣𝘺: me :)

𝘈 𝐆𝐎𝐃, 𝘢 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑... 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗬 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖's 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. • 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞/𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 (𝘭𝘦𝘸𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯) • 𝘋&𝘋 / 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 • 𝘋𝘔𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 (𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘖𝘖𝘊, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦!)

"SANTA IS REAL, HAPPY HOLIDAY'S GRUNTS."

"JUST STRANGLED THE FROSTLORD AHUNE." Wink and pose. ;3

"HIGHKEY WANT TO STRANGLE SOMEONE."

❝𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀, 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁! 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿, 𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝘀.❞ ❧ 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 / 𝘚𝘍𝘞 (𝘭𝘦𝘸𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯) ❧ 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺, 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘴 ❧ 𝘋𝘔𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 (𝘖𝘖𝘊 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵) ❧ 𝘈𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺: Ammatice & Lunarmare103

"LALALALA GASLIGHT-GASLIGHT-GASLIGHT!" *Plugging his ears.* "SANTA IS NOT REAL AND BOTH YOU AND I KNOW IT."

"𝙎𝘼𝙉𝙏𝘼 𝙄𝙎𝙉'𝙏 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙇!!!"

*He's pondering, head in hands, groaning in though.* "I 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝙃𝘼𝙏𝙀 MYSELF."

"JUST SAW MY 'WORSHIPPER' 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘐𝘕𝘎 FOR A 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙍𝘿 𝙃𝘼𝙇𝙁 OF LIFE??"

"𝘽𝙊𝙊!!!"

"DO YOU HAVE A PILLOW? SOMEONE BURNT MINE, AND I WANNA GO BACK TO SLEEP."

"I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU." *burnt toast.png*

He wasn't listening. The entire time he was either flaling around, reaching out from side to side, then he eventually just clawed at his legs, doing all this through his speech. When it was time to let this rabid 'dog' go, the Firelord rolled over and stood up on both legs.

He stuttered in confusion mixed with anger. "HOW IS IT YOU MORTALS CAN JUST BRUSH OFF THESE FOURTH DEGREE BURNS!? YOU SHOOK HANDS WITH 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙀 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗗! LIKE- 𝙃𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙉𝙉𝙂𝙂𝙂!!" He strangled the air infront of him, his hands and arms shook with rage as he seethed.

"HAPPY 𝘛𝘐𝘙𝘋𝘈𝘚 EVRYONE,YOUR DEATH WILL BE SOON AND EVERYTHING AROUND YOU WILL WITHER. I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A 𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙄𝘽𝙇𝙀 WEEK."

"Is it too early to be up?"

"I'M STILL IN A DREAM."

"𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘐𝘚 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘎... THAT MEANS I WILL HAVE TO SUFFER THAT 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙇𝙊𝙍𝘿 𝘼𝙃𝙐𝙉𝙀." *He spoke his name with a mocking tone.*

"DON'T 𝙋𝙄𝙏𝙔 ME- *𝘼𝘾𝙆*. 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞 THAT I WILL CHALLENGE YOU AGAIN 𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌- *𝗚𝗔𝗚* -𝘛𝘐𝘔𝘌 IN THE FUTURE OUT OF PURE SPITE." *His pride and ego is too great to let this slide. Besides in his way of thinking, no throne is too great for him.*

*He goes down with a toothy smile and eyes full of glee yet he coughed all that out when he hit the ground. He groaned loudly, his fingers trying to pry the bindings away.* "I HAVE 𝘕𝘖 REGRETS NOR DO I HAVE ANY MASTERS!"

More art of my dragon sona.

*He peers over the signature written on the throne. HIs cocky smirk was overwritten with a frown.* "I'VE ALREADY MADE MY DECISION, AND I AM 𝗡𝗢𝗧 MOVING FROM HERE JUST TO SPITE YOU." *He didn't even think twice.*

"MY EGO IS BIGGER THAN YOURS, BELIEVE IT."

"OH PLEASE, WE AREN'T GAMBLING: AND EVEN SO IF WE WERE, THEN I'M SITTING PRETTY ON A TWENTY-ONE." *He shrugs and smiles.* "ALSO- RIGHTFULLY, I DON'T SEE 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 NAME ON IT."

"AAAAAAAAAAAA- QUIT SCREAMING. AT LEAST TRY TO MAKE A EFFORT TO PUT YOURSELF OUT, INSECT."

"TOO SOON I WOULD SAY. I WANT TO GO BACK TO SLEEP, BEING EVIL IS TIRING." *He has many tricks under his arms. Most fire tricks but yes.

Too late hes already engraved his name in it, he is fucking with his throne. "I BELIEVE THIS WAS YOURS, YES?"

"UH... YES! YES THEY ARE. YOU'RE NOT RESISTANT TO FIRE ARE YOU?"

*He dips into the ground, and bursts from below in front of her.* "SALUTATIONS, QUEEN."

"I'M NOT KILLING YOU." *He doesn't relent, hes holding onto that hand until he can smell bacon.* "BESIDES, I DON'T THINK ANYBODY WOULD WANT YOUR PLACE, GRANDPA."