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hey guys! so, I wanted to get back into the writing community, but tbh, I needed a fresh start. I’m leaving this blog up as an archive, but from now on, all my active writing will be over at @axtolatry - come visit me, and lets write together!
thcblackrosc:
.&& Alex
The human poked his head around the bookcase, and Alex tilted her head, caught off guard. He wasn’t the first human to find their way into her lair - far from it, which is why she had a second, larger chamber that was completely empty just beyond this one, where she typically spent her time destroying the roving bands of knights who thought they could come in and leave with her scales and heart and a story to tell. But this human - he came without armor, without weapons, and didn’t even leave the same lightning striking just out of sight feeling that magic users did. An unarmed, completely human male, in the middle of her lair- Alex was intrigued. At least, intrigued enough not to snap when he touched the sword again, and, worst of all, put it back a half inch off from where it went, muscle twitching in her jaw as her eyes narrowed. “Good. Thieves and Knights are a dragons worst enemies” She responded, before standing, staring down at him writing with her head tilted quizzically. “What are you writing?” She asked, before an idea came to her, and she snapped out “A guide on dragons weaknesses?” At his question, however, she stopped dead, staring at him, absolutely motionless in a way no human could ever get. Meet with her. Or rather, the dragon, who he had no idea was her, because no dragon had ever let knowledge of their human form escape from beyond their species. He thought she was a prisoner here, most likely, and yet he still wanted to what - talk to her? Or to what he thought was holding her, rather? Oh dear. Was he asking to get killed? “Why?” Alex couldn’t help but ask, dropping back down into a crouch to peer at him. “Most people come with knights, looking to kill a dragon. Or with magic users, wanting to take them apart for spell ingredients. No one ever wants to meet the dragon. What favor could you possibly ask?” She questioned him, suspicious. He might want to have a dragon attack an enemy kingdom, that was the sort of things humans got up to, right? Or perhaps try and take the most precious or powerful part of her hoard for himself? He’d find himself a smear on the wall if it was either of those options, Alex knew that much.
“Oh yeah, no, do not want to be an enemy for a dragon.” he would rather stay alive, thank you very much. It would be hard to keep doing his research if he laid dead in a cave, right? Maybe even became the food of a huge dragon… what did dragons even eat? Maybe lambs and cows? Some had disappeared from the nearby kingdoms, that was for sure. But they hadn’t been enough to feed such an enormous beast, right? Uh, now, that was an interesting question that he really should ask the dragon when he met them. Nate was going to write that question down when her words stopped him “Wait, dragon weaknesses? Well, uh, I feel like saying no would be the safer thing here, but if I want to be honest and everything that would be part of it? But I wouldn’t call it weaknesses per se.” he turned his papers around so she could see what he had written before he remembered that she was far away and probably wouldn’t be able to hear his scrawly handwriting. “It’s like when you’re writing about any other being, you know? Like…” he made a waving gesture with his hands “Like you want to know everything about them?”
He frowned, trying to get his scrambled thoughts back into place so he could explain to her what he had come there to do. “I’m a scholar and I have noticed that there isn’t anything written down about dragons? They’re this huge mystery and it’s no wonder, really. They’re beings that like living in seclusion, only coming out for food and to get more treasures. And don’t you think that’s a shame?” he looked back at the woman “I mean you work with one, right?” which just left such a slew of questions in its awake that he would have to ask both of them. “They seem to be magnificent creatures, and I just want to know more about them? Study their habits, ask some questions.” Nate paused “So, uh… Can I see them? And uh, are you able to communicate well with them? Because that is like, something I really need to do to actually do a good research and everything.”
Throughout his entire rant, Alex just stared, her head cocked to the side as she watched the human fumble with his papers. “What is there to know?” She asked, curious in spite of herself. “You all seem to have a pretty good grasp on things. Dragons are vicious, mindless beasts, with no families or language or society, monsters who live in the hills and take things for fun, best dealt with by killing them as quickly as possible if they take a liking to any sort of land near your kingdom.” The words were sneered down at him, voice caustic and sarcastic, and the brunette stared down at him as she spoke. Most of the ones who managed to find their way here were either looking to kill her, or sent as some kind of fucked up gift, that she was more than happy to pretend to sneak out and into another town far away when the situation called for it. This was - new. Completely, and unexpectedly, and dangerously, new. But - Well. Alex knew her weaknesses, and knew that right there on the top of the list was one that nearly every dragon shared - she was vain, and she was prideful. And someone, anyone, coming and calling her - or rather, “the dragon” - magnificent - well. Maybe she shouldn’t eat this one, after all. “You know, you’re the first person to ever even ask me if a dragon can speak.” She commented, arms still crossed, staring down at him. True, she’d have to play things carefully - if he found out too much, it would put her entire species in danger - but hell, why not. She was bored, and this seemed more entertaining than going and moving things around in Noahs hoard again. “You know, dragons dont actually like having people in their space.” She responded, before sighing. “Stay right there, I’ll come down. Dont set off any booby traps. I guess theres no harm in you staying the night at least, theres a spare bed around here somewhere.” and, if he did try and kill her during the night, she could have a lovely midnight snack.
thcblackrosc:
Alexia smiled at him, so today had been a lazy day for him, uh? She could see it, him in his panther form, stretched in one of the big windows, curtains wide open on sunny days so he could bask in the sun. Or him on his human form, laid on the couch on their study, surrounded by books and papers. He really was such a precious man, and Alexia did love him and his quirks. “I’ll send a letter to the leader and ask him for the research, they’re probably dying for an alliance now that I’m the coven leader.” because it meant that the old ways would be changing, plus, Alexia did help Michael meet his husband, so there was that helping them, wasn’t it? A laugh before a kiss was pressed to his lips, teeth nipping at his bottom one “You’re the best familiar I could ask for.” her nails scraped his scalp “Cute and smart. Just a perfect panther.” her smile grew “Thank you, Carson. You were a great help holding me back from just cursing them.” a teasing kiss to his lips.
He could have gone along with her, of course, but Carson knew that whether he accompanied her or not, Alexia would get the results she wanted. It was a simple truth in his life - when the witch set her mind to something, she got the results she wanted. Still, it was a shame that they wouldn’t, in fact, be visiting Michael and his husband - or, more importantly, the wonderful research library they’d amassed. Still, this was just as good. “They should be, I can’t imagine anyone not wanting to get on your good side” He teased, welcoming the kisses she pressed against his lips, content to have her warmth in his arms and a laugh in her voice. “Well, as fun as it would have been to let you turn them all into mice so I could practice my hunting skills, vermin are just so terrible for the books” He sighed, hiding a smile in the kiss he brushed to her cheek, before continuing. “Besides, I’ve told you love, I’m here for whatever you need. Even if that does include not cursing elders with their heads stuck in the past and their egos blown up larger than a blimp”
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co-written with @axtolatry one of my absolute baes. this happens in a world where people can shift into animals.
They said that the war took too many lives, that it was horrible and bloody and a mess that shouldn’t have happened in the first place. A terrible ordeal that ended in a piece that should have been signed in blood as it had been more abundant in the ground than the ink they used.
They say time heal all wounds, and one hundred years have passed since the Blood War. Hatchets have been buried and grudges resolved, and to celebrate a century of peace, there can only be one way - an extravagant celebration.
And so, for the anniversary of the treaty’ creation, the descendants of those who created it, and the members of their households they brought along, have agreed to meet for a month-long festival in honor of a century of peace. One that was supposed to end with a final party before they all returned to their own kingdoms. At least, until a murder sends things into somewhat of a chaotic mess, keeping them there until whoever committed it is found.
Any of the diplomatic parties leaving would be seen as an admittance of accomplice, if not even guilt. So the month-long stay has just been extended… indefinitely.
Now, they are trapped inside the halls of the lavish palace that would be more like a hotel with them, with nothing for entertainment but themselves and the chaos that can come with having so many different personalities in the same room.
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👏🏻 if u don’t love me at my “consistently ignored female/poc/queer/overlooked/original muse” then u don’t deserve me at my “fandom-wide thirsted-after male canon muse” 👏🏻
AU where people age until they reach 18 and then stop aging until they meet their soul mate so they can grow old together.
i’d never die
but imagine already being in a relationship at 18 and then at 22 you’re both sitting there looking at each other and realizing that you both haven’t aged a day
imagine platonically moving in with ur best friend at 18 and then realizing a few years later that you’ve been aging together
imagine purposely never finding your soul mate so you can reign eternal
holy shit i think we may have stumbled upon the greatest romance/adventure concept ever
What if you killed your soul mate so you’d make sure you never aged.
This just makes me really want a story where the main antagonist is someone who has been killing their soulmate for centuries whenever they find them, and the main protagonist is the newly re-incarnated version of their soulmate
co-written with @axtolatry one of my absolute baes. this happens in a world where people can shift into animals.
They said that the war took too many lives, that it was horrible and bloody and a mess that shouldn’t have happened in the first place. A terrible ordeal that ended in a piece that should have been signed in blood as it had been more abundant in the ground than the ink they used.
They say time heal all wounds, and one hundred years have passed since the Blood War. Hatchets have been buried and grudges resolved, and to celebrate a century of peace, there can only be one way - an extravagant celebration.
And so, for the anniversary of the treaty’ creation, the descendants of those who created it, and the members of their households they brought along, have agreed to meet for a month-long festival in honor of a century of peace. One that was supposed to end with a final party before they all returned to their own kingdoms. At least, until a murder sends things into somewhat of a chaotic mess, keeping them there until whoever committed it is found.
Any of the diplomatic parties leaving would be seen as an admittance of accomplice, if not even guilt. So the month-long stay has just been extended… indefinitely.
Now, they are trapped inside the halls of the lavish palace that would be more like a hotel with them, with nothing for entertainment but themselves and the chaos that can come with having so many different personalities in the same room.
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Kevin is the real villian in Home Alone
The movie establishes that the phone lines to the house are down, that’s also why nobody is able to call Kevin at home. The movie also establishes that all of his neighbors are out of town which is why he couldn’t borrow their phones. The movie ALSO BEGINS by introducing the main antagonist as a “police officer” which is why Kevin doesn’t trust the cops. I’m so tired of the ignorance. The slander.
FINALLY we’ve reached the time of year for home alone discourse
#he did what he needed to do to survive. then he did a bunch of other stuff he felt like doing (via @hotcrossedfangs)
I just watched this movie and I fully agree
thcblackroscsinners:
Anna only attended these auctions because not doing so would make sure they thought of her as weak, someone they could overthrow. And though proving them wrong would be extremely satisfying, it didn’t mean that the blonde wished to waste time with such stupidity. Mostly, she rung around others that were likeminded like her. And thankfully, duties hadn’t kept Noah, Nate, Lexa or Orion away, which meant that the evening would at least be spent in good company instead of those that didn’t have the brain cells to understand that omegas were people and not property.
A breath escaped her lips as one of the harebrained alphas started to taunt her group, and not even a scathing look from her blue eyes had elicited much of a reply from them. Though he was soon distracted as the auction began, and maybe it was petty fo her, but Anna made sure to bid on the one omega he seemed intent on getting. And having into account she had yet to ever buy an omega, it was no wonder that the winning bid had been hers.
Her instructions had been sharp, leaving no space for doubts that the omega was to be dressed and treated well while she waited for the carriage to be ready. It had been a huge surprise for Anna when all the alphas in her group had left with omegas, which meant that maybe something would change? The blonde smiled at the omega when she took sight of him “Hello, darling.” hopefully he wasn’t scared of her as many omegas usually were “Did they follow my orders and treated you well?”
Xavier had never really had much reason to interact with the few alphas that his life could have intersected with before, and so being surrounded, being watched by so many alphas would have been a new experience either way for the omega, and one he might have actually enjoyed - if they weren’t all looking at him with the aim of outright buying him. At first he’d tried to keep his eyes on the crowd, tracking the movements of arms and signals each time the bids raised, but even he - usually one to delight in others attention, and any sign that he might be desired - felt his skin crawl at the look of some of the alphas watching him. And so instead his gaze fell back to his feet, heart jumping like a rabbit with every cry of the auctioneer, time seeming to stretch longer than he would have thought possible until - “Sold!” The cry marking his fate. He didn’t bother to struggle like some of the omegas he’d seen get purchased that day, instead just walking between the guards that had grabbed either arm, trying to ignore the gazes on either side, from omegas awaiting their turn on the block and alphas here to go home with a pet alike. To his surprised, they didn’t drag him directly towards the cordoned off area where he’d seen more than a few alphas meet the omega they’d just won, or directly towards where he assumed they must be keeping their modes of transport. Instead, he was guided - with a far softer touch than they’d used to drag him on stage - back into the holding area, causing his fear to spike once more. But instead of shoving him back into one of the cells, they’d directed him to a bundle of clothing, bringing him back outside once he’d changed. And that, apparently, was the last reprieve he was going to get, he realized, as the two guards began to trace a path around the back side of the auction, towards where he’d seen the other purchased omegas go. And apparently his new alpha was already waiting for him, a blonde woman, standing outside a carriage as they turned the corner, and Xavier swallowed slightly. No turning back now then, as if he ever could have before. “Hello Ma’am” He greeted, dipping his head as he’d been taught - everyone knew the first rule of dealing was alphas was to show respect if you wanted to keep your head on your shoulders - and nodding slightly at her question. “They did.”
thcblackroscsinners:
From everything that Nate had expected, being spoken in such a manner hadn’t been it. And it left him bereft about what he should do, should he ask to get just one chair to join another table where they wouldn’t mind him being there? Or should he stay and try to get them to accept him being in the table? He could feel his stomach drop and his throat getting tighter as his mind kept going through the scenarios that could happen, all the possibilities that probably didn’t even come close to the truth. The other brunette’s voice broke through his thoughts, allowing Nate to take a deep breath before giving a relieved smile towards her “Thank you.” and he was really thankful that she had spoken, it would have become quite awkward if Nate had kept working himself over such a small thing.
He sat down before smiling at who he supposed was Alex “Sorry if I’m intruding in your space, but I really didn’t have a free chair in the other tables.” maybe that way she wouldn’t look at him as if she could kill him? Maybe they were in a relationship and it felt like he was intruding? Maybe that could be it too. “I’m Nate.” he introduced himself, offering his hand and hoping that at least the one who was smiling at him would pick it up.
Really, if she had a choice in the entire thing, Alex would have claimed a spot in the furthest corner of the room, glared off anyone who tried to sit with her, and promptly skipped as many classes as she could once the syllabus was handed out - she’d had to register as a sub for this class after all, and she didn’t have high hopes for it based on that. And, if Ava hadn’t spotted her in the hallway, thats she would be. But instead, the other had dragged her to the front, her teachers pet ways apparently not at all diminished. So here she was, stuck in a position she didn’t exactly want to be in, but at least Ava didn’t expect her to respond. Unlike this dude apparently. Alex didn’t bother to respond, instead pulling out her phone and rolling her eyes at Avas response.
Ava sighed slightly at Alex’s behavior, not that she’d ever expected anything different. They’d been friends, growing up, even after - well. After everything that had happened. So instead Ava just smiled, nodding happily, shaking the others hand when he introduced himself. “Hi Nate, I’m Ava, and thats Alex. No worries, we’re happy to have you join us.” She said, ignoring the slight huff Alex gave at her words, the only signal the other was actually listening, waiting until the boy sat down before she spoke again. “What year are you in, have you heard of this professor before? I couldn’t really find any information about them on the website.” Because of course thats the first thing she did when signing up for classes .
thcblackroscsinners:
It took Nate a while to really understand what was going on, though the pain from the hit on his head had subsided, there was still a slowness to his thoughts that he really didn’t enjoy. But he guessed that no one would if they were on his shoes - in a dungeon, cold and wet and dreary; probably on the enemy kingdom and facing danger. The prince blinked at the woman, brown eyes going from the towels and water bowl to her face. There was something close to familiar, but not really there, some features that he thought he had seen before in a very faraway past. Maybe he had seen her somewhere on the market? Or maybe it was just the hit on his head making his memory do funny connections that didn’t even connect at all.
“Uh.” his voice was rough from disuse, and Nate swallowed to see if he could wet his now parched throat. How long had he been out? Probably more than enough. His nose twitched as her scent finally registered in his tired and dulled mind, that tilting sweet scent of omega clinging to her. The alpha inside wanted to relax because there was no way that an omega would be of danger, but Nate did know better. Though Nev was by far the best one at combat from the two of them, so if she truly was dangerous, he doubted that he could actually do something about it. “Sure?”
He wasn’t very sure of that himself, but what choice did he have? Let the wound continue to seep blood until it scabbed over, or worse, until it festered and he became ill enough to be in danger without the need of another hit from anyone? “I’m, uh, Nate?” he tried to fill the awkward silence as he waited for her to make her way inside, doubting that his legs could actually carry him anywhere. “What’s the name of the land?”
She’d been too young to even know what war meant when her father had begun this conflict, and Alex had been raised in it so thoroughly that she couldn’t imagine what peace looked like. There was just conflict, and casualties, and the occasional siege, all of it threaded through with something she viewed as an absolute truth - she wanted this war to end, and the only end she would accept was victory. And if that meant kidnapping one of their rivals princes, putting him in a dungeon, and pretending to be a servant to get his trust, then she would damn well do it. So she played the part of a serving omega - waited in the doorway for the other to respond, hands clenching the rag and bowl of water, watching the alpha with slightly widened eyes. He paused between words, and Alex had to cling to her self control to wait him out, knowing that the kind of girl she was posing as would wait for an alpha to respond before entering. So she waited him out, only stepping forwards once he agreed, crossing the small room until she was in front of him, placing the bowl gently on the ground before dipping the cloth in as she peered at the wound. At his words, she shrugged, lie falling easily from her lips. “Hello Nate. You can call me Maria, if you want.” Her middle name, and a far safer name to give him than her first one. After all, the reports that made their way to her desk always described him as reliable and intelligent, and even as trapped as he was, it wouldn’t do to have him realize who exactly had put herself in a cell with him.
But she did want to tend to his wound, if only to make sure he would stay alive long enough to be useful, instead of dying of an infection, and so the brunette put a gentle hand on the side of his face, guiding his head into a better angle, beginning to gingerly wipe away the blood that had begun to dry in his hair. “You’re in the center of Meridian right now, in the dungeons of the royal family. A long way from home, I’m guessing by your accent.” He certainly didn’t sound like anyone who had grown up in her court.
*has muse*
*prepares to do replies*
*looks at drafts*
thcblackroscsinners:
.&& noah
Noah: Baby I really cant reschedule this meeting again - Noah: You really know how to push my buttons, huh Noah: I’ll be home in fifteen.
Lia: i think they’d understand if you said you had a pre-heat omega at home Lia: it’s my job to know what gets you off <3 Lia: :D Lia: Thank you, Daddy!
Noah: you’d be surprised Noah: some of these guys are still old fashioned assholes unfortunately Noah: you’re going to be the death of me babygirl
