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dr seuss yaoi

#not my own #text a little bit

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You can only reblog this today or until the next Monday, June 19th, 2034.

#not my own #text a little bit

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Does your OC know how to ride a horse?

#noah can #but only robot horses #angel cannot and will not #samuel can and will and is great with animals of all types

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It’s a hard thing to do, swallowing back fire that’s already begun to burn in your throat. The dragon did it anyways with a grimace and extended a scaly talon out. The claw was almost as long as the young woman laying just inside the mouth of the cave, but touched her gently.

“Human,” growled out a voice unused to speaking. “Human, what are you doing here?”

There was no response. One wasn’t expected, though, so the dragon took a single step closer, bringing itself to loom over the tiny creature.

There was a noise, the clatter of metal and drawn blades from further down the mountain. The dragon dismissed it. If they were heading to its lair, they were still a ways off.

The tip of the dragons tail slid across the ground, back and forth, it’s yellow eyes fixed on this tiny thing. Tiny even for a human, it decided, and much more worn out than any it had seen before. Her black hair was tangled, smudges of dirt covered her bare, tan skin, and much of her clothing had tears in it. Worn out clothing, at that. She had to have been wearing it for a while.

A large, scaly hand reached out and wrapped around the tiny creature, gently lifting her into the air. It carried her to the back of the cave and set her gently in a pile of fancy cloth that had been offered by some castle or another as payment to leave them alone. It hadn’t even been planning on harassing them, but it was more than happy to remember it as a kindness.

It returned to the mouth of the cave where it had been enjoying some fresh air and curled itself around this time, but it kept its face towards the entrance this time. The clatter and clang of metal was a little bit closer, now, and if dragons were known for something other than their ferocity, it was their curiosity.

The dragon waited almost an hour before the first of the group appeared, clad in worn and beaten armor. His sword was still sheathed, but it was ready to be drawn at a moments notice. The dragon approved. This one knew how to act around dragons. The next five men did not, drawing their weapons from sheathes as soon as they rounded the corner and saw it, but the first man held up a fist and they halted.

The dragon let the following moment of silence draw out, one eye opened and fixed on the group. It didn’t move. Almost a full minute later, the leader finally spoke.

“Dragon,” he said in a smooth tone that almost felt greasy to the ear. “A woman has come here that we were charged with transporting. We have come to retrieve her and return her to her home.” Finally, the dragon moved, opening its other eye and sitting up. “What concern of that is mine?”

“It certainly is not your concern, but we are here to recover her. If you will but let us take her, we can be gone in but a moment.”

The dragon thought. It certainly would be simplicity itself to allow them to take her, but something about this rubbed it the wrong way. It wasn’t quite certain what it was yet, though.

“What will you do if I don’t let you?” It asked, one claw moving in a circle on the stone under it. The men in the back watched as the simple motion left lines scored in the rock.

“Then we will have to come back with more men and take her by force,” the man replied, his hand clenching as if aching for a sword. “It would not be pretty, dragon, I assure you.”

“What has she done to draw so much effort, then?” The dragon asked. It had not often been threatened like this, and was finding the experience to be interesting.

The leader took his time in answering while his followers looked at each other nervously, their hands restless. They had come prepared for a fight, and hadn’t found one.

“She is accused of killing one of the kings men,” he replied, adopting a grave tone. “A well respected adviser, she murdered him in his sleep. She is to be put on trial for her crime.”

The dragon sat up straighter. Normally the workings of humans didn’t concern it too much, but this was more interesting. Treason, or close to it, and committed by that little slip of a girl? It had to know more about this.

“What would you do if I said I ate her?”

“I would ask for your leave to look for her and verify that she isn’t here. We saw her enter, and she didn’t leave. If she isn’t here, that must be true.”

“I did eat her, you know,” the dragon said, a broad grin breaking through as the men before it shifted uncomfortably. “You may look, of course, if you can’t take me at my word.”

“In any other situation I would, venerable one,” the leader said. The dragon felt a moment of shock. It wasn’t even 200 yet. “In this case, I must insist.”

“Oh, very well. Just don’t take anything. I will know,” the dragon stated as if it was immutable fact.

“Of course. Men, come search. Frederick, you stay and make sure she doesn’t slip out past us.”

The men began to enter the cave, giving the dragon as much clearance as they could, except one man who stayed near the entrance. He sheathed his sword, eyeing the dragon nervously.

The dragon tapped a finger against the ground. Illusions were simple magic, and while it didn’t have much experience, placing a wall just in front of where the young woman was sleeping was simplicity itself. It lay its head down and kept its eyes on the man at the entrance, who in turn watched it fearfully.

Only a few minutes later the rest of the men emerged from the back of the cave.

“We are sorry to disturb you. It is clearly as you said. I hope, at least, that she made a good meal,” said the leader, clearly perturbed.

“She was passable. You should go before I decide to see how you compare, though.” There was the fear it was looking for. The men tightened their grips on their swords. Once again, the leader held up his fist and they stopped. Without another word they turned around and left the cave.

The dragon waited for a few minutes, until the clatter of their armor was down the cliff further, and dropped the illusion, placing another one of itself sleeping. With that done, it cast one more spell and felt the peculiar sensation of the world growing larger as it shrank down into one of its favorite human shapes and pulled on the set of robes it had been laying on.

She inspected her illusion, checked her robes, and hurried towards the back of the cave. She just had to know what this was all about. The human, of course, didn’t wish to cooperate, and was still unconscious.

The dragon sighed and crossed her arms, fingers tapping against her elbow. She would just have to wait. The human, though, would probably need something to eat when she awoke. Well, she hadn’t acquired a number of cooking utensils just to never use them.

By the time the human awoke, the dragon had made, and eaten, three full meals. The fourth was almost done by the time the woman stirred, sitting up slowly. She sniffed cautiously a couple of times. If she had been caught again, it was unlikely they would be making something as aromatic as whatever that smell was, and she looked around.

“It’s about time you woke up,” the dragon said, stirring something in a pot over a flame with seemingly no space. “I was starting to think that I had an ungrateful guest.”

The woman startled and rose to her feet, immediately staggering to catch herself on a wall.

“I… Thank you, but who are you?”

“You came to my cave and asked for my help, and you don’t know who I am?” The dragon’s eyes flicked shut and then opened again, her pupils slitted and elongated. “You truly must have been desperate.”

“I was, but thank you for helping me.”

“It was nothing. Call it curiosity, if you must. It gets boring up here, sometimes, and the story they told me piqued my interest.” She smiled, teeth bared, the canines coming to needle points. “Now come, sit, eat, drink, and then tell me your version. I’ve not known many humans that kill so easily as they claim you have.”

The woman stood and made her way to the table. It was a nice table, once upon a time, but it had been neglected, and storing it in a cave hadn’t done it many favor. Instead of chairs, there were a pair of stumps on opposite sides that had been recently brought into the cave, dirt still clinging to the roots. The table would work, though, and had an ornate, if tarnished, pitcher of clean water, and the stumps were level. She sat and poured herself a glass and took a sip. She had never known water to taste so good.

It was barely any time before a plate was put in front of her with a set of mismatched but once again ornate utensils. She sniffed at it. A number of spices filled her nose, several of which she couldn’t name. “I hope it’s edible. I’m afraid I don’t entertain often,” the dragon said, sitting across from her, sweeping her robes out of the way. “It’s all fresh, but I couldn’t get anything to make bread on such short notice.”

The woman just stared, unsure what to say to that, and began eating. After the first couple of bites, she wanted to devour the rest, and would have if the dragon hadn’t leaned across the table and carefully gripped her wrist.

“Slowly, now. It wouldn’t do for you to choke before I can hear your story.”

She swallowed, her mouth suddenly too dry to eat, and set her utensils down.

“What are you going to do with me?”

“Me? Why, nothing at all,” the dragon said, tilting her head, birdlike. Her pupils had gone back to being round, but they were a shade of green brighter than was usual. Her hair, too, now that the woman looked at her, was a shade of red that was almost normal, but something about the color wasn’t quite right. “I just wish to hear what caused you to kill such a great man.”

The woman said nothing for a moment.

“I did kill him, I’ll admit, but I don’t believe I did a thing wrong.”

“Oh? I thought killing someone was one of the worst things that a human could do.”

“It is, but someone like him, with the kings ear and a grudge… No, he had too much power, too many people behind him. If nothing else, he’s gone and can’t steer the king to something worse.”

“So what was he?”

“A monster, or worse. A warmonger, looking to profit on the deaths of others.”

“A monster? Like me?” The dragon asked, smiling across the table and gently taking another bite, her needle sharp canines showing again. The woman shuddered and shook her head.

“No. You’re not human, we can’t expect you to act or think like one, for better or for worse. He was supposed to care for his people, but he was willing to throw away lives for personal profit.”

“How do you know that?”

“I read it. I was a maid in his manor. I thought,” the woman paused for a moment. “I thought he was a decent man. The pay was sufficient, we were never asked to do more than our duties, and he wasn’t cruel like I’ve seen some be. He was indifferent, if anything. I was assigned to clean his office, though, and he left something out. I’ve never been able to not look at things. It was a piece of correspondence, sending someone to stir up trouble. I looked around and found more things. Maps, plans, more correspondence.”

“And you killed him?” The dragon asked, and the woman shook her head.

“Not immediately. Not for another month. I had to be sure, but when word came back of riots the the town he’d sent his man to, everything just dropped into place. That’s when I did it. That night. I sneaked into his room and slit his throat in his bed, and left the things I had found on his desk,” she said, barking out a laugh. “I didn’t expect to get away with it, but I thought I would at least make it to town. I didn’t even make it to the gates, and then nobody wanted to hear my reasons.”

“And then you made it all the way here. Not many humans could manage that,” the dragon said, propping her chin up on one hand and smiling. “Why here?”

“I just saw a cave, and then when you were inside it, the only thing I could think to do was ask for help.”

“Well, I suppose that was interesting enough for today,” the dragon said, picking her utensils up again. “You may stay here for a time. In all honesty, you’re the most interesting thing to come through in a couple of years.”

The woman stared, feeling as if she would tear up if the had the water in her body to do so.

“Thank you.”

“Think nothing of it,” the dragon answered, waving a fork in a vague gesture. “I just want to know more about this human who made it all the way to my door.”

“I’m sorry…. I’m just…so….tired, can I rest h-” the human said and then collapsed right after…in the dragon’s lair right in front of the dragon.

#rose is writing #writeblr #just for fun #i'm sorry about the sudden cut off #i just didn't know how to end this

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i hate how you get desensitized to the cool stuff in your WIP if you've been writing it for a long time so when you read back over it you're like "this isn't as cool as i thought :(" but it still is! you just read it too many times

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Hmm, this sounds familiar, but I can’t quite put my finger on why…

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The Thylacine

A cramped ship with generous cargo space and plenty of illegal aftermarket modifications, Thylacine is a surprisingly versatile ship. Two single person fighters and a few gun emplacements make her tougher than you would expect, and the engine is strong enough to carry much more than you would expect.

#sci-fi character #my oc #the thylacine #writeblr

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Ilyviel Lucien

A Dungeons and Dragons character in a group of three with her friends Adrian Cooper and Natalia Cross.

A bard of no small skill, but painfully shy. She's attending a school for magic users along with her friends. She doesn't talk often but can when she does, people listen. Her mother has gifted her with a dagger that she uses when she's too close for magic, the blade supernaturally cold.

Ilyviel mostly wears clothes in shades of blue, along with some whites and some shades of gray.

She is a half-elf and small even for that, barely taller than five feet. She's pale with long blonde hair, almost white, that she has dyed black streaks into. Ilyviel is fast and specializes in fencing, but has picked up a working knowledge of weapons just by knowing Adrien for as long as she has.

Her spells are mostly ice based, with some fire and sound based spells to round them out. As she gains new spells, she will find herself picking up a few based around talking, and eventually find herself able to kill with a single word.

#dungeons and dragons character #my oc #ilyviel lucien #writeblr

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Samuel Rose

Ask him if he can fix something and you'll find a wrench coming at you at high speeds. Tell him something needs to be fixed, and he'll do it with a grin. He was born with a wrench in his hand and a chip on his shoulder, and he was drummed out of the military just before Barlow and Angel left. He had heard of them both, and when he heard that their ship was hiring he was the first to show up.

He has quirks and a temper that he's working on, but nothing gets him angry faster than asking if he can fix something. He can fix anything, or so he claims. So far he's been right.

Since joining the ship he's been surprisingly attached to Angel, and is working on learning sign language properly. He plays translator for her when she needs to talk to someone that doesn't know it, and he's improving quickly. Just don't ask him to sign. He can, but his hands are usually full.

He's a little bit shorter than Barlow, but nearly twice her weight in muscle. He keeps his black hair shaggy, but pushed back out of his face while working, using an assortment of hair ties, clips, and bands of varying colors to do so.

#sci-fi character #my oc #samuel rose #writeblr

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Natalia Cross

A Dungeons and Dragons Character in a group of three with her friends, Ilyviel Lucien and Adrian Cooper

A sneaky young woman who wanted to supplement it with some of the magic she felt sparking at her fingertips, Natalia is a rogue/sorcerer. She's most comfortable at a range with a longbow, and the spells she learns are similarly long ranged when they aren't simple and utilitarian. If she has to go in close she has a set of brass knuckles that she's attached blades to.

She wears mostly dark shades of blue, purple, and black, covering herself to help stay hidden.

Natalia is an introvert and very untrusting of anyone other than her two best friends, and she doesn't keep that a secret. She willingly gets dragged into any problems the other two get involved in and only complains about it a little bit.

She's human, technically, but is also a magical homonculus made as a replacement by her father for the daughter he once had that passed in an accident. She is relatively tall and muscular, as her chosen weapon requires her to be.

#dungeons and dragons character #my oc #natalia cross #writeblr

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Adrian Cooper

A Dungeons and Dragons character in a group of three with his friends Ilyviel Lucien and Natalia Cross.

A fighter who is going to a school for magic to help get an edge on people with only martial knowledge. At his parents insistence, he is loaded down with not just the broadsword, which he prefers, but also a number of backup weapons. This has led to a few occasions of fumbling for the perfect weapon when all he needed was one that was good enough.

He mostly wears colors in shades of green and brown, with some purple lining in some of his nicer clothes.

Adrian is the only extrovert in the group, capable of making friends with almost anyone. He defers to the other two, though, and is well aware that part of the reason he is so good at making friends is that he's a little bit too trusting. If Ilyviel or Natalia tell someone is not to be trusted, he believes them.

He is a human, tall and broad with plenty of muscle. His hair is a dark red and he's managed to get a tan somehow. He prefers to fight in melee, and the spells he learns complement that, either being spells that require he touch someone or spells that make him stronger and faster.

#dungeons and dragons character #my oc #adrian cooper #writeblr

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Hey, can y’all rb this if it’s okay to send you messages asking about your ocs, cause on god I wanna interact with y’all but I am terrified of being annoying lol

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Captain Noah Barlow

She came to me fully formed in a dream, fighting a man in power armor with a sword on her spaceship.

Captain Barlow is ex-military, resigning after an injury took half of her left hand and took her out of the running for a ship of her own. She retired, cleaned out her pension, got her fingers replaced, and bought a ship.

These days she flies around the edges of known space, transporting goods and people in her ship that goes far faster than it is legally supposed to.

Captain Barlow is tall and wiry, with short cut black hair, dark brown eyes, and dark skin. Her presence commands attention, and if she wants you to shut up and listen, you will.

She's not without her soft sides. She was well known to care deeply for the people under her command, and has brought that same care to the crew of her ship. She'll hear you out if you have a problem, she pays fairly, and she never asks for anything she isn't willing to do herself.

She's a dab hand in a melee, using a cavalry saber with a few tricks to it. She can also use firearms of any description, but she tends not to while in space. While ships can with stand small arms fire these days, it's still considered a bad idea.

#sci-fi character #my oc #noah barlow #writeblr

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Angel Elliot

Angel was born on a space station and tries to stay in the sky as much as possible. She doesn't like a lot of things, and one of those is the gravity of planets, and she only tolerated it long enough to get certified to fly in both space and atmosphere.

She was in the military serving under Captain Barlow and left at the same time, following the only commander she actually had respect for.

Small and skinny, Angel isn't much for any kind of fight that doesn't involve a ship, but put her in a gunner station of a pilot's chair and she can shoot down anything with incredible precision. Just don't ask her to communicate verbally. She communicates from a text console or with sign language, and only speaks in an emergency. It gives her voice a lot of weight, though, because if she's actually speaking, something has gone horribly wrong.

Like her commander, she keeps her hair short, leaving just a little bit of red stubble to come through. She's pale and small, able to fit into just about any space she needs to, including panels that weren't designed for people to fit in.

#sci-fi character #my oc #angel elliot #writeblr

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An Introduction

Hello to anyone who finds themselves here. I'm Rose, a woman in her late 20's. I enjoy writing and making characters in my downtime, and I thought that I should share some of that here for anyone that may be interested in seeing it.