#alexandria the great

[orangechickenpillow]

Roy wanted to die so badly he accidentally became a father

[cainibilza]

Watching The Fall again after several years. Think last I saw this movie was back in 2016. Back then I can't truly appreciate it the way I do now and there's a lot more to uncover. And I'm happy that the end of the movie, both Alexandria and Roy actually get to hang out much longer, to heal one another in a little and dimly depressing hospital, reimagined into vast and colourful world as they journey together in another epic fantasy. I wish I knew what story Roy gonna tell next and I could imagine too Alexandria keep cutting in saying "No, not like that Roy!". Or "You keep talking about cats, where is the dragon? You promised to let me ride on it!"- and then the trajectory of the story changes again 😂

[samssims]

Being a toddler is hard

[misty--nights]

Fandom: The Weight of the Stars Pairing: Ryann Bird/Alexandria Macallough Words: 1,464 Summary: After an emergency on their ship, Ryann and Alexandria have a conversation

[one-time-i-dreamt]

[dropitdoeeyes]

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[ancientegyptdaily]

ANCIENT EGYPT BY TRAIN (2023) — 1.01 Alexandria

[artdcnaldson]

ok so the thing is, at this point in time, art is so mean and cruel to reader, like hes hot and sexy, but mean. and he absolutely prioritizes his own pleasure far above hers. so i was thinking a little thought, im 100% convinced that art would pinch readers nose closed while fucking her face... :) probably after she said something extra bratty, or flirted with one of the guys from the tennis team. basically hes sick of her bullshit and wants her to suffer the consequences. whilst either or maybe alternating between, holding her head down on his cock, and smacking her cheeks. all whilst calling her a little slut :(((

i luv him, i need him

-🐞

Ohhhhh agree <3

We got a little of it in the vignette where Art fucks her throat at her house and pinches her nose closed (pre-breakup) but I knowwww he would’ve done it before.

He sees you talking with one of his teammates (a sophomore named Ryan) at a party after he told you to stop fucking hovering around him. He knew it was to get back at him, the way you smiled and put a hand on his arm while you laughed at his jokes. Ryan wasn’t that funny. Ryan wasn’t funny period.

But yeah </3 he has to tug you into a spare bedroom, push you to your knees, and sink his cock into your mouth. You moan around him, lashes fluttering as your eyes grow all wet and slick with tears. He pops your cheek and you whine.

“You looked so fucking trashy throwing yourself at the team. You know people talked about it in the locker room, right? About how desperate you were. I’m teaching you a lesson. This is how guys treat sluts,” Art moans. Your tongue laves at the underside of his cock. He doesn’t know how you know to do that— you must’ve been whoring yourself around. It pisses him off just to think about. He thrusts deeper, holds your head down on him until your throat constricts and you gag.

You’re panting when he pulls you off, lips drooly and strung with spit. You look up at him, suck on his tip, swirl your tongue around the head like you would a fucking lollipop. It makes him crazy. You do that to him. “You’re such a— fuck- god- that fucking mouth— a fucking whore.”

You nod, press a sweet kiss to his tip. “I wanted you to notice me,” you admit. “You only notice me when I’m with other boys. You’re jealous.”

His jaw ticks. That was the wrong fucking thing to say. He grabs the back of your head, bottoms out until his dick is buried in the warmth of your throat. It’s hard for you, he knows, but you must’ve been practicing, or something, because he finds less resistance than he thought there would be. “I’m not fucking jealous,” he says, breathy and fucked-out just from your mouth.

You look up at him, and there’s a sort of knowing in your gaze, an understanding. He can’t say anything to convince you otherwise. He is jealous, you know it, he wants you so bad, you just have to convince him more.

It pisses him off. He pulls out of your mouth, lets you take a few deep inhales, and then he’s thrusting back into your mouth, holding your nose closed so you stop fucking thinking it’s a reward for being such an easy slut. He fucks into your mouth, all hot and wet and suctioning around him. You’re whining, all muffled and drooly. Small little hands pushing against his thighs as you claw for air.

Jesus, that shouldn’t get him hard. He’s a better person than that, he’s not Patrick.

But you’re looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, crying out even though your words are muffled by his cock down your throat. He pulls off, lets you take a heaving breath, and buries himself back inside that perfect fucking mouth of yours.

He doesn’t cum in your mouth, even though he wants to. You’d probably like it if he did. He pulls out, leaves you panting and gasping beneath him as he glazes that pretty face of yours with his cum.

He grabs his phone, snaps a picture before you can react. Your eyes widen in surprise and you stand up, scrambling to take it from him. “I could fucking send this around, let everyone know how easy you are,” he threatens.

“Art, stop—“ you whine. “Delete that.”

He laughs at the sight, of you jumping for the phone he’s holding above your head, lips swollen, face painted with thick ropes of his cum. He could tell you to fucking roll over and you would. He grins. “I’m not going to, because I’m a good person. Because Patrick would fucking kill me if he found out you were getting run through by the tennis team.”

“So what’s the point?” You ask, as you grab one of his shirts and wipe your face off, grimacing at the sticky smear on your skin.

Art just shrugs, settles on his bed. “Maybe I just like seeing you be the one to squirm for once.” He rolls his eyes, pats your cheek and nods for the door. “I’ll see you at the party Shawn’s hosting, right?”

Confusion flickers across your expression but you nod. “Yeah, uh, if you think I should—“ He nods and you smile, all pretty and hopeful. “Okay, yeah. I’ll see you then.”

You’re practically skipping on the way back to your dorm.

WE’RE BACK WITH STANFORD ERA PATRICK’S SISTER AU AND EVERYONE CLAPPED!!!!!!

Angst is fun but i missed the mess i missed the drama. I hve to return to my roots (being crazy)

[gwydpolls]

Time Travel Question 10: Ancient History III

These Questions are the result of suggestions from the previous iteration. I'm combining some similar ones, so some are going to be a little vague. I'm going to also split into a whole lot of different polls because there were so many good and creative ideas. (Seriously, I love the people of Tumblr).

Please add new suggestions for this category below if you have them for future consideration.

You are welcome to suggest specific things from the Library of Alexandria. There will be polls for that.

[shsl-heck]

Thinking about the Chevalier interlude, specifically the inaugural team of Wards. Like in universe, they sell it to this first group of kids (and presumably the rest of the world) as a place for second chances, to find friends and mentors who understand what youre going through, where you can learn to use your powers safely while making good memories. The kids broadly seem to believe in these noble intentions of course, but what really gets me is that I've seen readers buy into it!

"Oh, it's such a tragedy that the Wards program became this awful thing that traumatizes kids even more, and expects them to die for the sake of civilians! It's fallen so short of what it was originally supposed to be!"

No it has not??? The fact that the triumvirate and Hero are saying it has this noble goal doesn't make it true. The Wards was pretty clearly always a way to increase the amount of bodies the prt could throw at threats, and we know this because it was started by the fucking Triumvirate as a part of the Protectorate! Alexandria literally came up with the idea of the Protectorate to legitimize the power of capes, and have a consistent source of heroes Cauldron could throw at problems. That is the whole reason for the PRT/Protectorate existing. So when we have this group of children brought in a subsidiary, there are 2 real options.

1). Cauldron and Alexandria decided they would be really niceys and created this program with no intentions other than helping these kids out.

Or 2). As things got worse, they realized the Protectorate didn't have enough manpower to do what they needed, and so they expanded it to include children (the demographic most prone to triggering). That way, they greatly increase the number of capes who they can send to fight and die as needed, and the ones who do survive their tenure in the Wards will be better trained when it comes time to join the actual Protectorate.

At the risk of sounding conceited, I think the second one is far more likely based on everything we know about Cauldron. Maybe it was originally a little nobler, and the goal was just to create more well trained heroes and cut back on young villains, but there's no way Alexandria, Doc Mom, and Contessa didn't factor in the ability to sacrifice the kid heroes if it improved their chances of success. That was absolutely a perk at minimum.

That's the real tragedy of the inaugural Wards. The kids were lured in with promises of safety, comraderie, and second chances like lambs to the slaughter. All the while, Alexandria and Cauldron knew that many (if not most) of these children would suffer abuse by the prt (like in the case of Reed), die, or face a fate worse than death like poor Mouse Protector. It's horrifying! The idea that they didn't know the danger these kids would be in is literally inconceivable. Especially when one of you is also the head of the prt! They knew, and they didn't care. It improved their chances at the end of the world, and so they did it no matter the cost.

[kenaran]

[skelezen]

“You know Heph… I'm surprised you aren’t a demi god like I, your body must have been crafted by the gods.” Alexander whispered softly into his companion’s ear as he brushed his smooth fingers through his silky, bronze locks with a gently placed smile. In response, Hephaestion chuckled carefree as he soaked in the praise with a serene light heartedness before muttering his utmost thoughts with a flirtatious tone, “Or maybe the gods crafted me to fit you Achilles,”

Alexander laid there in a perfect silence as he turned his head towards Hephaestion whose head was carefully cuddled onto his chest. He let out a sigh staring up to the vivid blue sky that filled with white, fluffy clouds surrounding the sulphur yellow sun; the pure setting adding to their shared tranquillity and contentment.

They shared a long, yearned for kiss as their lips exchanged touch and made their bodies relax to the purity and innocence of their affection for each other, “Σ Αγαπώ” Hephaestion spoke barely whispering as his eyes darted from Alexander’s lips to piercing sapphire eyes; they slowly closed until they opened again with a small twinkle in his eye as his cheeks stretched, “I know Heph, you’re as dear to me as the need to drink and eat, a day without you is a dark day full of despair and misery - I love you too.”

<Requested by a friend>

[jakegardiner]

me: yeah i’m doing great!

my therapist: …is that why you’ve been listening to no one else on repeat for two weeks?

[samssims]

[sapientmanbuncountrymare]

Is it weird to cry over your own love poetry?

Asking for a friend.

~~~~

Scarr'd Love

Your fear, my love, is drowning your desire

I can sense it

I know it of old

Like a childhood friend

Nostalgia has buried within our play that it was an escape

from torment elsewhere

But we are not children any longer

We've met our abusers to face

and called them

by name

The scars still linger

The fear still washes cold

through our gut

But come play with me, my love

No flood of nostalgia;

only the tumbling raucous

brook'd truth

of our love

~~~~

Me checking if y'all are properly appreciating my poetic genius:

[jeannereames]

Did Alexander ever build a palace for himself? If he didn’t, then why? Thank you so much in advance!

Alexander didn't need to.

First, his father Philip had already substantially enlarged the Pella Palace. At the time, it was the largest free-standing structure in all of Greece. There was also the old traditional palace at Aigai. So Alexander would have had no reason to make any changes, never mind that he was in Macedonia only 2 years before leaving to never return.

Then he was fighting for most of his time in Persia. There were already a number of palaces there, scattered all over, many with historic importance. Famously, he burned Persepolis as a sort of "mission accomplished" message back home to Greece (and in Persia, as well). He seemed to have had no intention of using Persepolis. But both Susa and Babylon already had palaces, as did Ekbatana. And he had the Persian king's Ginormous royal tent on the road. (Never mind the various palaces or royal residences in the big cities of various satrapies.)

The one place he might have built a palace would have been Alexandria. It was a brand new city, so it didn't have one. However, it would take decades for Alexandria to rise to real habitability. Eventually, it did become the capital of the Ptolemaic Empire, with a palace, and I suspect Alexander would have made it his western capital (with Babylon as the eastern). Yet it's hard to know how much the Ptolemaic palace reflects any intentions Alexander might have had in designs for the structure.