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favourite ya character 1/5: Tiberias Calore vii — Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard

”You opened your eyes, Mare. That’s all that matters to me.”

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Red Queen

Mare: can i sit here?

Cal: that’s my lap

Mare: that doesn’t answer my question, Tiberias.

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This has probably been done but

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Would write a fanfic about cal and mare going on first date and accidentally see elane and Evangeline

A Ray of Sunshine

Words: 1262

In the first photo they had together, Ptolemus was only three years old and sitting on a black designer armchair in which he seemed to be sinking, trying to hold both Cal and his sister Evangeline in his arms. In the next, the two peers were still wearing diapers and they were all sitting on a shiny white marble floor trying to build a crooked brick tower that was destined to fall ruinously. The third was the first where Maven appeared: he was just two years old and struggled to keep up as they all played in the Samos estate’s garden. Shortly after the photo was taken, Maven fell, scratching his knee, and all four did their best to keep it hidden from his overprotective mother. From that moment on, as tied by a blood pact, the four children backed up each other for every mischief, and while growing up, as they saw their families fall apart, they went on certain they still had someone who would always be there to support them, so Cal didn’t ask too many questions when Ptolemus went to his house asking him if he could pretend  he started dating his sister Evangeline.

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Take my Heart | Marecal

Summary: Weeks have passed since Mare was rescued from Maven, but the monsters in her head aren’t going away anytime soon. Neither are Cal’s. As Mare comforts him after another nightmare, they realize they still have a long path to walk towards healing. lots of fluff, lil bit of angst. /// this one-shot takes place during King’s Cage.

A/N: This was requested by a lovely anon! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Also, this was inspired by the song Take my Heart by Birdy. It fits perfectly with Mare and Cal’s relationship during King’s Cage in my opinion!

P.S.: I will be tagging the same people who requested to be tagged, but if you only wished to be tagged for certain ships, or if you don’t wish to be tagged at all, send me a message! Also do so if you’re not tagged and you wish to be! Requests are open, send them through whenever you want!

Tagging these lovelies: @6255igntm @urbisie @imprecisemagic @rhysand-darling @imgoingdowninflames @ sannelovesreading @ miraculoussarahj

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Cal’s living quarters seem to burn like the pits of hell.

           Even at night, with the small window open, my thin shirt clings to every part of my skin, my hair sticks to my forehead and temples, and I feel the blood boiling in my cheeks. But I don’t mind the heat. I’ve been so cold for so long.

           He is sleeping next to me – Cal. Sleep has abandoned me for the night, having no intention to return any time soon, so I distract myself from the haunting nightmares still playing in the back of my mind by watching him. His face is scrunched up in a frown, his breathing troubled. I know better than to wake him from his own nightmares. I know better than to touch him while the monsters are running after him in his head. In his dreams, he may not distinguish me from them. I’m afraid I might frighten him further.

So, I wait, a worried sting in my stomach. I wait for it to end. As I have for most nights.

There hasn’t been a night where I’ve been able to sleep on my own. After weeks of being freed, I still can’t close my eyes without Cal’s warmth enveloping me. This dependency scares me.

But then again, my own monsters scare me more.

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RED QUEEN A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES (Coming never)

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do you suggest drawing on paper before starting digital?

traditional art and digital art need same basics, like figure drawing, anatomy, perspective, values, shapes and stuff like that. honestly it doesnt matter where you draw, in program or on paper.  there are many amazing  artists who only draw in digital art. but its huge advantage to draw in Traditional media too. both can be so similar, yet so different. cant really suggest which one is more better. i love them both. 

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Flavor of Love season 1 — (2006)

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Can you please update the MareCal fanfic A Wonderful Mistake?

Just for you, please don’t let this sink again. 

A Wonderful Mistake (part 9) 

Previous parts

Words: 1305 

Mare suddenly opened her eyes when the plane’s trolley touched the ground: she looked around, and her heart filled with sadness when she saw everyone taking their cellphones to send messages to friends and family, while she had no one to write since Ann was with her parents and her family didn’t even know she was gone. She and Maven had gone to bed early, aware that they would’ve to get up before dawn to get to the airport in time, but Mare hadn’t slept all night and cried silently while he held her tight as if he didn’t want to let her go away, this time for good. They broke up, but the disappointment she felt in finding Ann instead of Cal waiting for her at the front door showed her that it was right. Although it was evident that she had prepared a list of questions to ask her, her expression had to answer all of them and she merely informed her that Cal had gone to the Hall the night before. 

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Kilorn: I spy with my little eye, something that starts with ‘S’.

Cameron, looking at Cal and Mare: Is it sexual tension?

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Mare: This food is too hot, I can’t eat it.

Cal: You’re too hot and I still eat you.

Mare: *blushes*

Cal: *winks at Mare*

Farley: One dinner. I just wanted ONE DINNER.

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hi! i'm a beginner. do you have any tips to write for beginner that i need to read and learn carefully? thanks in advance!

Posts for Writers Who Are Just Beginning

Here are a bunch of posts you might find helpful:

Guide: Filling Your Creative Well Where to Find Story Ideas Coming Up with Ideas and Plot Where to Go from Initial Book Idea Guide: How to Turn Ideas into a Story Turning a Barrage of Ideas into a Plot Guide: How to Outline a Plot What is a Story Outline and Why Do I Need One? Creating a Detailed Story Outline The Main Timeline, Back Story, and the Prologue Finding a Story in Characters and Setting Finding a Plot to Go with Characters/Setting Fleshing Out Plot Ideas Coming Up with Plot Twists Guide: Filling in the Story Between Known Events How to Move a Story Forward Figuring Out Where to Start a Story Tips for Writing a Strong First Chapter Writing Great Beginnings and Endings Beginning a New Scene or Chapter Scenes, Chapters, and How to End Them Paragraphs and When to Break Them Guide: How to Skip Time in Your Story Subtle Scene Transitions The Main Timeline, Back Story, and the Prologue Subplot Shouldn’t Come Before Main Plot (and Why Structure Matters) Plot Before Subplot Character Levels and How to Portray Them How to Make Your Description More Vivid Adding Description to Your Writing Describing Character Appearance and Clothing Writing Natural Dialogue Avoiding Repetition with Dialogue Tags Balancing Dialogue with Action and Narrative (for help with flow) Exposition, Action, and Dialogue, and How to Pace Your Story (flow again) How to Increase Word Count (Meaningfully!) Punctuation Problems ————————————————————————————————-

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All This and Heaven Too Part 2

I LIVE!!!!! Alright, Alright, Alright, by popular demand, I got another part to this, and since it’s in time with rqmission three thought I’d make it about the holidays. Enjoy children. I missed missions 1 and 2 I think but I also have been non-existent on here. Hopefully I can come back. 

Find Part 1 right here. 

@redqueenetwork Mission 3 – Happy Holidays

It’s been weeks since I’ve last seen him, but it feels like it’s been years. Usually we will send letters to each other. They don’t come fast enough though, and are far too susceptible to being stolen for us to truly send anything of importance. Due to the nature of his mission this time, I hadn’t been allowed to contact him, and he had been banned from any contact with the outside world in general. The mission was complete though, and he could tell me all about it. I doubted he would want to talk about it after he heard the news I had. 

I tucked my hands into the pockets of my coat, and buried my nose deeper in my scarf. The snow storm had kept most of the airships from landing, but the military pilots were either brave enough, or stupid enough to fly through the oncoming storm to land on the runway that some considered one of the most dangerous on the entire continent. I for one would not be caught dead trying to sit through landing on this runway. It was icy on a good day, and just the thought of the airship sliding off the runway and falling down from the peak was enough to panic me. 

Still, I waited with the others. By this point, my toes were frozen, and my eyes had started watering from the cold. The wind picked up with a gust just as the ramp of the airship began to descend. My lips curled into a smile as the first people disembarked. A young girl sprinted to her mother, screaming as she threw her arms around her neck. 

My stomach turned at the image, and through the fabric of my pocket, I brushed my fingers along the little bump between my hips. One step at a time Barrow, just see him first, I remind myself. See him first, welcome him home, then tell him. 

Expelling a sigh, I watched my breath cloud in front of me. If he moved any slower he would be in reverse, I think as I watched another group come down without him in it. Slowly the little crowd around me thins, until there is just me and one other. She shifts her feet in the snow and gives me a little nervous smile. I catch sight of the shine of an engagement ring and try not to snort. Newly engaged, probably kissed him or her goodbye for the first time a few weeks ago. She’ll get used to this. The goodbye never gets easier, but the waiting does. I didn’t pace the hallways anymore, or lay awake at night imagining horrible situations. Some nights I did wake up in a cold sweat though, panic lacing through my bones like lightning. This trip was very different though.

Getting woken up to throw up for two hours certainly started the whole thing off well, and then finding out the knowledge that was growing like a bubble of warmth in my chest had kept me up for hours some nights. The terrifying question of what would happen if he didn’t come back kept chasing my dreams away. Even the one I had had the first night, the one about the little boy again, this time though, I could actually reach out and touch him. He had felt so real in my arms, that I had woken up half expecting him to be there. 

Finally, he comes down the ramp, rubbing his hands together and looking around. Each exhale is a puff of smoke. Even though I had already chuckled at the girl next to me bouncing excitedly, I can’t fight the little noise I make as I sprint across the space between us. He spots me when I’m ten steps away and drops his back from his shoulder as his eyes widen.

Still he catches me and laughs as I practically wrap myself around him. My hat falls off and the cold immediately bites at my ears. He’s so warm though that it doesn’t take long for the feeling to return to my fingers. 

“If not being able to write to you for a month generates this reaction, then I don’t know if you’re ever going to get a letter from me again.” He teases as he slowly drops me back onto my feet. Keeping my arms around his neck, I narrow my eyes and admonish, “I’m not allowed to greet you like this?”

“You and I both know this was excessive, even for you.” He says with a smile before leaning down to press his lips to mine. I return the kiss, before breaking it and bitterly saying, “Took you long enough to get off by the way, I was practically frozen by the time you did.” 

Smiling, he bends down to gather his bag. Tossing it over his shoulder, he wraps his arms around my shoulder as we start to make our way back across the tarmac to the little building where the transport is. “I wanted to see whether or not you came up the ramp looking for me,” he teases as we hurry our steps to escape the cold. I snort in amusement, but still smile as I lean into his warmth a little more.

(////) The little townhouse we own is in the heart of the city, and it takes far too long to get there with all the traffic. The holidays are just around the corner, now that he’s back, and will be staying for as long as he can, we will have to decorate and plan for time with my family. I had spent careful hours picking out the gifts for my family this year. My mother’s gift was of course in answer to what I was going to be telling Cal today. She had already bemoaned that she only had one grandchild to dote over. I wonder what she would do when she heard about this one. 

I stomp my boots on the doormat before unlocking the door and letting us into the house. He brushes the snow out of his hair, and steps over the threshold saying, “I see the heater is working just fine now.”

“I hounded the landlord until he fixed it. I think he’s terrified of me now.” I say with a smirk as I hang my scarf and coat up on the hanger by the door. He slips his jacket off as well before smiling up at me and saying, “There are numerous people that are afraid of you for no reason what so ever.” 

Flicking his forehead as I pass I say, “you’re included with them.” 

I bend down then to untie my boots and slip them off. He does the same next to me and grumbles, “I have a healthy dose of respect, not necessarily fear.” Laughing at him, I rise from my crouch, and start toward the kitchen. We need warm drinks, well I do, specifically something with chocolate. I cross the tile floors which are cold even through my socks, and stand on my tip toes to reach one of the cabinets. Taking out mugs and the chocolate shaving Gisa had given to me as a gift a few months ago, I hum to myself. 

Before I can turn and go the milk, he wraps me up in his arms from behind. I gasp at the sensation, and he chuckles before whispering, “I’ve missed you.” Each word is punctuated with a kiss on my neck. Pushing his face away, I tease, “Maybe I shouldn’t write to you anymore.” 

“Don’t be mean,” he murmurs, pulling me back against him, earning a laugh as he runs his hands up my sides. He pauses for a second though, his lips halting on my neck. I wait for a moment, wondering if he’s piecing something together. It’s not exactly like I can hide the fact that there is a new weight between my hips that wasn’t there when he left. It’s a much newer development, something even I was still trying to get used to. 

“What?” I finally ask when he hesitates a second too long. He pulls away, rubbing at the back of his neck and turning white with a blush. I turn and smirk at him, preparing to tease him mercilessly for the thought that I knows is going through his head. I watch his eyes dart around for a few seconds while he calculates how much I might hurt him if he mentions what he’s noticed.

“Nothing, nothing at all. I just—“ He takes a hesitant step backwards, and I have no choice but to stalk after him and continue my little game. It certainly wasn’t what I had originally had in mind for telling him, but I couldn’t help but watch him squirm. 

“Just what, Cal?” I ask as I follow him, batting my eyelashes as if I were about to cry. He points a threatening finger at me and says, “Don’t do that, it’s weird.” 

“What’s wrong? Why are you acting like this?” I continue to advance until I’ve pinned him completely in a corner. Like a mouse he tries to wiggle his way out, stammering and stuttering like a teenage boy. Eventually he cant find another way out and says, “Did you… put on weight?” 

He blushes white all the way to the tips of his ears. I step up on my toes and setting my fists on my hips, I ask, “What do you think?” 

Opening his mouth to reply, he inhales and then closes his mouth quickly, his lips drawing into a tight line. He watches me for a moment before smiling softly and saying softly, “I think it’s completely fine.” 

I frown then, and reply, “that’s not what my question meant.” 

He had settled, happy to have dissuaded what he thought would make me explode with anger. But my new comment makes his eyes widen and his skin pale again. Rubbing at the back of his neck, he asks, “What exactly are you asking about?”

“You tell me, what do you think I’m talking about?” I tease him as I poke at his chest. He catches my hand, and closes his fingers around it. Shaking his head softly, he says, “Mare I—“ His eyes widen for a moment, and he glances down at me before continuing softly, “do I get three guesses.” 

“I don’t think you need that many,” I reply with a smile. His eyes widen further, until I worry for a moment they might pop of his head. Without a warning, he lets out a whoop that sounds horribly like something my brothers would do, and bends down to wrap his arms around my legs and scoop me off the ground. I laugh for a moment, shocked at the feeling, as he looks up at me and asks breathlessly, “You’re sure?”

“Positive,” I whisper with a smile that makes my cheeks ache. He lets me slide down until I’m on my toes and hugging me close he says breathlessly into my hair, “I don’t even… I don’t even know what to say, or feel, or think.” 

“Well I hope excited is in there somewhere.” I murmur into his shoulder where my face is being squished. My stomach flutters with nerves and excitement as he pulls away quickly and reaches out with a trembling hand. He lets it hover above my stomach, his eyes misting for a moment. Taking it softly, I rest it on my stomach and whisper, “It’s okay if you don’t feel that yet though.” 

“I’m… I’m beyond excited,” he beings, a choked laugh managing to escape as he spreads his fingers on my sweater and explores the bump that is only going to get bigger. He pauses for a moment though, his eyes coming up to mine as he murmurs, “But, I thought you were still taking the pills.” 

Reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck I press a kiss to his cheek and reply apologetically, “I sort of made an executive decision the morning of Kilorn’s wedding. I guess, I guess I decided that I didn’t want to live in fear anymore.” 

And I had been afraid, terrified for so long. The moment I had found out I was pregnant, I’d broken into a sweat and sobbed. How could I have let this happen? How could I have possibly doomed some poor unfortunate child to being mine, to have to deal with all the horrible side effects that came with being my child? What if by simply allowing them to come into existence, I had doomed them? 

I’d cried for hours on the edge of our bathtub, wondering if I deserved this gift, this joy after all the horrible things I’d done. But it had changed so quickly, so quickly when I had sat with the thought for a while. This was a gift, the universe possibly paying me back for all of the horrible things that I had gone through. I had been happy, so very happy that I’d cried again. 

Reaching up to push the strands of hair that had fallen out of my braid behind my ear, Cal teases, “Any more executive decisions I should be aware of?” 

Shaking my head, I feel a fresh set of tears start to fall as I remember the storm of emotions that had rolled through me with the discovery of the life growing inside of me. Wiping them away with his thumbs, Cal asks, “Am I going to have to deal with a very emotional Mare Barrow for the next few months?”

Sniffling, I reach up with the sleeve of my sweat and wipe at my eyes and nose, grumbling, “Don’t make fun of me, I get a few pass for being emotional for the next five months.”

He laughs, before pulling me into another tight hug, bringing a fresh sob from me as he does so. Running his fingers through my hair he whispers, “You’re going to be a great mother. I can feel it.” 

“Don’t you dare say that, cause then I will actually start crying,” I hiccup, before burying my nose in his shirt and inhaling his smell. He was home, and he was going to be staying for a long time. Besides, I wasn’t planning on letting him leave anymore.  

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*secretly slides paper* marecal smut; how they came to have the babies;)))

All This and Heaven Too (part one of a series) 

Hello I’m back with another one for ya’ll. I can never write just smut, gotta have my plot and smut… so here is literally a novel for ya’ll. Figured Broken Thrones been out long enough right? Anywho, everyone enjoy. (((: 

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@redqueenetwork‘s secret santa event | mare just being a queen 

for @farleydiana!! Merry Christmas!!:)))

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@redqueenetwork task: mare barrow’s birthday week | day 6; au

↳ if mare was a silver ♕

“In the fairy tales, the poor girl smiles when she becomes a princess.”

Red Queen, Victoria Aveyard

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@redqueenetwork task: mare barrow’s birthday week | day 7; birthday 

“Mare Molly Barrow, born November seventeenth, 302 of the New Era, to Daniel and Ruth Barrow.”

Red Queen, Victoria Aveyard