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judes-dagger · 38 minutes ago
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One direction as folk of the air scenarios
Vivi, taryn and jude chilling in their living room right before madoc ruined their lives
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Cardan when he found out that jude thought he actually exiled her out of spite
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Locke the whole time looking at all the drama he has caused
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Judexcardan when they play any competitive game with their kids and they win (i just think it will be like that, especially jude):
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This is definitely cardan when jude is trying to talk in a meeting and he is just really proud of her:
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Holly black watching us freak out throughout the books
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pretend-im-interesting-asap · 39 minutes ago
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songs i think cal has on his playlists
y’all cal is so boring. mans has NO taste. definitely listens to juice. but for the sake of this post i shall make him slightly cultured. you’re welcome.
also cal makes me so annoyed. like he annoys me so fucking much.
unorganized, done on mobile, all rap
Colossus- Tyler, The Creator
tbh i feel like cal wouldn’t skip the f slur while singing and mare would sit there like😐
def giving me republican vibes from him
cal really enjoys tyler because of how mean his music is
cal doesn’t really understand the deeper meaning behind the music though
he doesn’t take the time to appreciate music
Frick Park Market- Mac Miller
literally cal likes to think he’s so badass
which in part he is
but like he’s the type of guy to act like he came from the trenches
like no babes you were fed with a silver spoon
all he listens to is rap like it’s so most annoying kind
probably shits on punk/rock music because it’s for the weird kids
King Kunta- Kendrick Lamar
def plays this while working out
literally likes it because it’s called king kunta
mr. i am the rightful king likes to think this is his theme song cuz he a baddie💅
when working out he probably avoids running as much as he can bc he used to do it with mare
probs does floor cardio instead so he doesn’t have to run at all
Donald Trump- Mac Miller
do you see the vibe i’m going for here?
he thinks very highly of himself
not that he can’t recognize his mistakes
but most of the time he thinks he was in the right
like sometimes he really doesn’t understand why mate can’t accept his choice to go with his grandmother
he thinks he deserves it after all his hard work
Cant Tell Me Nothing- Kanye West
pretentious check!
he weight lifts to kanye and kendrick ONLY
he’ll stretch/warmup to more chill rap
like mac or atmosphere
he thinks his music is so superior it’s nauseating
stubborn as an ox
honorable mentions!
Broccoli- Shelley FKA DRAM
Man of the Year- SchoolBoy Q
Blunt Blowin- Lil Wayne
She- Tyler, The Creator
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lucy-the-cat · 3 hours ago
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Lover's Curse Chapter Seventeen - Queen of War
Mare
He’s insane.
No.
I’m insane. I’m crumbling to bits and he’s putting me back together, piece by painful piece. A healer of destruction. A monster of kindness.
He’s remaking me in his own image.
I stagger through the corridor, electricity scorching my bones. I still see him. He’s still sprawled across my bed, eyes to the ceiling as I brand him as he did me. Muttering deserve this, deserve this over and over again until I stop.
Maven has no sense of restraint. No sense of reason. He would have stayed there as long as I let him. Would have thanked me afterwards.
Kissed me.
My knees give out, and I slide down the wall, huddling on the floor. You can be. I won’t stop loving you.
I understand.
I hyperventilate, vision blurring to tears. He thinks this is romance. That I enjoy this in the same way he does.
A part of me does. A part of me wants to watch him writhe in agony, too ashamed to make me stop. A part of me wants him to know how it felt at Harbor Bay, trapped by a merciless lover, isolated from all who could help him.
I shouldn’t indulge that part of me. That part of me would rip the world asunder with her spite. That part of me revels in excess.
The rest of me is sane. The rest of me understands his game. The rest of me has control of my emotions.
I won’t let it be otherwise.
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“I’ve composed several drafts for you to review.” I slide the papers from his desk to his hands. “I’ll need a few more days to perfect her handwriting, but I can mimic her cadence well enough. I hope you enjoy them. Those insults weren’t easy.”
“Lovely.” Maven folds his arms. “Please get out of my chair.”
“No.”
He twitches.
“I was here first. If you wanted it so badly, you should’ve been sitting in it.”
“You’re right.” Maven hovers in front of me. “Move over.”
I blink. “What?”
“I’ll share the seat with you. Move over.” He’s smirking. “Do you not want it anymore?”
This is stupid. “Fine.” I scoot over, wedging myself against the left arm. “You wanna sit? Sit.”
He hesitates for a few seconds before nestling beside me, tense and uncomfortably warm. “We don’t fit.”
“‘Then get up.”
“You get up.”
“Never.”
“Excuse me.” An attendant pokes a head through the door, brow furrowing. “Your Majesty?”
Maven stills. I point. “His idea.”
He surrenders, grey creeping up his neck. I spread across my newly conquered territory, savoring the plush cushion, the regal frame, the rich mahogany. “My chair.”
The attendant bows, speaking in rushed, uneven sentences. “The guards apprehended a nymph at the gates. She has demanded an audience with you. Should I--”
“Bring her in.”
Crap.
I sweep the drafts into the garbage, heart racing. He frowns. “You want Iris to know about them?”
Before Maven can respond, the doors swing open. Arvens may surround Iris, but they cannot keep her contained. Mud streaks her skin, dress torn to shreds, hair sticky with blood. Whose, I never want to know.
“They killed him.” Iris’s voice used to be lilting and melodic, like a folk song caught on a breeze. Now, she sounds like a graveyard. Dull. Grey. Lifeless. “I gave them my floods, and they killed him.”
“Wife. So glad you could join us.” Maven’s eyes dance with mirth. “Did you have fun?”
“Father is dead.” Iris punches a wall. “I will destroy them.”
“I’ll take that as a no. Shame.”
“What is she doing here?” Iris jabs a finger my direction. No longer does she eye me with coy amusement. She never will again. “Do we allow prisoners out of their chains now?”
“Her name is Mare, darling. Use it.” Maven crumples a piece of paper and places it near his flamemakers. “Your mother could learn that the Scarlet Guard killed her husband and her daughter. All the better for me.”
“I’ll destroy you too.”
“I’m sure you will.” Maven leans against my chair, brushing aside my hair to stroke my neck. Her gaze burns holes into us both.
“She’s Scarlet Guard. She’d tear our throats without a moment’s hesitation. I forgot that.” Iris stares at the floor as if it could swallow her whole. “I’ve half a mind to execute her.”
He sharpens. “You’ve half a mind, period. She’s my consort now, and you will treat her with respect. Find a guard to play with.”
“I didn’t give permission for a consort.”
“I didn’t ask.”
I squirm. “Do I have a say in this . . . ?”
“No.” Iris narrows her eyes. “Why are you in Maven’s chair?”
“It’s my chair. I fought him for it.”
Maven rubs his forehead. “Don’t ask.”
“Find a use for her, or I will make one.” Iris has no tendrils to curl, but somehow she seems more dangerous without them. “Her head would make a lovely present for Mother.”
Another death threat. They’re beginning to bore me.
“So short-sighted.” He tsks. “You think I haven’t? Think of the narrative. An impoverished Red with Silver abilities, groomed by the Scarlet Guard to kill a king and brainwash another. Rebelling against her commanders once she learned of their evil, she sits at my side for months, friendship giving way to something more. What a beautiful tale.”
I knew this was coming.
It still hurts.
“A boy forced onto the throne too soon, soft-spoken and compassionate, committed to righting the injustices of his ancestors.” Kill me. “Measures lifted. A war ended. And when he falls for a Red, she is declared the equal of any Silver mistress.”
“The manacles are a rite of passage, I’m sure.” I scowl.
Maven ignores me. “This is a propaganda war, Wife. Reds outnumber us, and we cannot allow them to be lured by the Scarlet Guard.”
“Very well.” Her tone is placid. Her expression is not. “Keep her out of my sight. I have limits. Push them at your peril.”
“So do I, Wife.” He ignites the parchment. “So do I.”
She leaves.
Maven slithers beside me, eyes wicked. “Was there something you wanted to do in this chair?”
“You can have it.” I pat his head.
He doesn’t see me fish the letter from the trash. He doesn’t see it as I walk out the room, handing it to a nearby attendant for mailing. And he never read the final paragraph, scrawled hastily as if in a panic.
I pray to Amalese for Father’s safe return. Perhaps a vengeance goddess is the worst to ask, but she understands justice better than anyone else. Far better than my husband.
I miss you.
There is no god named Amalese.
There is no god of vengeance.
But there are justices Iris would ask for. Ones that do not end well for Maven.
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hhmmmmmmmm thinking about whisper maven as a concept
THINKING ABOUT IT A LOT FOLKS
Too much
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Main Characters at the Beginning of the Red Queen Series:
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Main Characters at the End of the Red Queen Series:
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lucy-the-cat · 2 days ago
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Anyone else think a gender-swapped "Lullaby for a Princess" is a really good Cal/Maven song?
Luna you're loved so much more than you know
May troubles be far from your mind
And forgive me for being so blind
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Is there a Red Queen discord? If there is who do I need to pester for an invite?
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Okay hear me out: Maven might be a bitch, but he still a bisexual icon.
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i'm having a hard time labelling myself, so if anybody asks, i'm a *inhales*
lesbian who is also attracted to fictional and/or unattainable pale white men with longish jet black curly hair, a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, light eyes (preferably grey or hazel idk something about blue makes me feel weird)
no, my standards for men aren't too high
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daisybrekker · 3 days ago
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Why did no one tell me that Victoria Aveyard (Author of Red Queen Series) lost a bet to Leigh Bardugo and that's why Mare's guards in King's Cage are called "Caz" and "Brecker"
Why am I finding this out now😭
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lucy-the-cat · 4 days ago
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As a neurodivergent person, lots of little details about Maven Calore speak to me, but my favorite is the neurotypicals around him think "hey! that's kinda like me" and co-opt his terminology to describe themselves
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Welcome to the Red Queen fandom,
here we have: people that still crying over the morally gray guy’s death, people wanting the badass lesbian to step on them and the people that melt over the funny good boys.
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There are two kinds of people in the Red Queen fandom: The ones that would die for Maven and the ones that would die for Evangeline.
 But if you search deep enough, you’ll also find the ones that would die for Cal and Kilorn because they love a charismatic boy.
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elliemarchetti · 4 days ago
Do you plan to update your red queen fanfics anytime soon?
I take the opportunity of this ask to publish the update of Pride and Prejudice AU but apart from this story, which I intend to finish as soon as possible, I am not sure that I will continue the others, as long as I no longer receive feedback and some requests on how to continue. I hope you enjoy this chapter and quench your thirst for new Red Queen fanfiction! @lilyharvord I must also apologize to you for the very long wait, but life has definitely come between me and my interests
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After breakfast, the girls took a walk in the village to find out if Mr. Maven was back, and to complain about his absence at the ball. He joined them as soon as they entered the city and he and Mr. Thomas took them home, a double advantage, as Mare could spend time with him undisturbed and the opportunity was propitious to present him to her father and mother. Immediately upon returning home, Miss Skonos was delivered a letter which was immediately opened: the envelope contained an elegant sheet of satin filled paper with beautiful, flowing feminine handwriting, which however changed her expression as she read it. It was from Evangeline Samos, and what it contained surprised her greatly, as the whole party had left the Stilts, with no intention of returning. When, later, Mare too was able to read it, she looked at the high-sounding expressions used with all the indifference of suspicion and, although surprised by the rapidity of that departure, she saw nothing really worrying: there was nothing to suggest that their absence would also prevent Mr. Samos from returning, and about the loss of their company, she was convinced that Wren would’ve certainly stopped worrying about it, being able to enjoy his. Sure it was unfortunate that she hadn't been able to see her friends again before they left the countryside, and that none of them were willing to return that winter, but wasn't that the reason why those who could afford it owned two houses?
"But you don't know everything. I'll read you the passage that particularly hurt me, since I don't want to hide anything from you," added her friend, and finally Mare noticed the second sheet she was holding in her hands.
"I am truly convinced that my dear friend, Lady Elane Haven, has no equal in terms of beauty, elegance and quality, and I don't think I'm at fault if I take it for granted that you agree with me. The affection she has inspired me for years is intensified by something even more significant, namely the hope of soon being able to call her my sister-in-law. I don't know if I have ever told you my feelings about it, but I won’t leave without trusting you, and I believe you won’t find them unreasonable. My brother already admires her very much, all her relatives desire this union for her as much as we do, and I don't think I am deceived by the partiality of a sister if I say that Ptolemus is certainly capable of winning the heart of any woman. With all these circumstances in favour of a bond and none that can prevent it, I am perhaps wrong to indulge in the hope of an event that will ensure the happiness of this many people?"
Mare was stunned. So this was the plan, it wasn't a marriage already orchestrated between Miss Samos and the General, but between her friend and her brother! Wren, however, didn’t want to believe her, and her words about the undeniable affection he felt for her seemed to do nothing but further hurt her broken heart as upstream they didn’t think the same about the letter's emissary, for not to mention that she was convinced that she wouldn’t be able to derive any joy from a marriage to a man whose friends and relatives hoped he would marry another woman.
"You must be the one to decide," said Mare, "and if after mature reflection you discover that the pain of doing a rudeness to his sister is greater than the happiness of being his wife, I certainly recommend you to refuse.”
These words brought Wren a smile, as they both knew perfectly well that she wouldn’t hesitate to accept his proposal, but the shadow of the possibility that he wouldn’t return in six months continued to cast a dark shadow on the general mood, to the point that only Diana’s invitation, addressed to both of them, managed to dispel that constant thought a little, replacing it with genuine curiosity, since she and Wren were by no means intimate enough for such a proposal. The answer to all their questions, however, came the next day when the Colonel's daughter told them that she needed female help, and that Mare was too involved to be the only opinion she would hear. From anyone else, this would’ve been an intolerable rudeness, but Mare knew her friend well, and if it was about romance, an assumption that soon turned out to be correct, she didn't want to be wrong and analyzed every single detail to the point of making the least gesture the most rational. The summary of the matter, however, was that Mr. Jesper had woken up early the previous morning, and unannounced, had gone under her window to ask her for a clandestine meeting. Diana accepted, and he, very awkwardly, revealed his interest in her, as well as his intention to marry her, if she accepted. The entire Farley family would’ve been thrilled with the event, but she had asked him for time to think about it, although she was already certain that she wouldn’t come to any conclusion alone, so she had bestowed that invitation. Wren, who was good-natured, greatly appreciated the gesture, and considered it an unspoken compliment to her sensibility and handling of the matter with Mr. Samos, so she quickly got busy, and all the years they had spent politely ignoring each other were recovered within an afternoon. Mare, however, wasn’t so well disposed towards the idea: she appreciated that Diana had asked for more help to reach the most favourable of conclusions, but she would’ve preferred that she had talked about it with her brother, as Shade had been silently courting her for years, and watched her from afar become the only woman he certainly wanted to marry; the prospect that she might want another man had bothered him and not a little, Mare had noticed, although she hadn't said anything, too absorbed in her own problems, but the real possibility that she might decide to marry another man would certainly have prompted him to declare himself, and everyone knew that those two were meant for each other, something that she wanted to remind to her friend.
"Mr. Jesper is smart and pleasant, and it’s certainly inviting for a woman to be the only one who can put a man at ease, not to say reassuring, even if he doesn’t seem like that kind of person. On the other hand, I can already see the blame on your face, Mare, and I want you to remember that your friendship is the thing I care about most in the world and even if I know how you feel, remember I too would behave differently if my perspectives were different, but they’re not, so I’m just asking you to be happy for me if I accept.”
"I will be," Mare assured her, though she wasn't sure she would ever be able to rejoice in her brother's unhappiness, "I just ask you to tell Shade before making any decisions. Do you think you can?"
To the affirmative answer of the other, Mare waited a time that she considered reasonable and took leave, followed by Wren, who asked her if she wanted to be accompanied home, which Mare refused, determined to be left alone with her considerations. It took her time before she could reconcile herself with the idea of ​​such an inappropriate union as she never imagined that, once called to decide, her friend would sacrifice all her best feelings. The next day, Mare was sitting with her mother and sister when Colonel Farley appeared and requested an audience with Mr. Barrow. Terrified of what might have happened, Mare remained tense the entire time they spent in the library, but the tones never rose, and when he left, the Colonel looked as calm as when he arrived. Mare waited a while before reaching her father and asking him what had happened, fearing a reproach for her advice to her friend, which could’ve broken the relationship between the two families, if the situation between Diana and Shade had been from her misunderstood, but he replied very calmly, saying he was happy and satisfied that Miss Farley, whom he had always thought fairly intelligent, wasn’t as foolish as his wife or daughter Gisa. Although this didn’t gave an explicit answer to her question, it reassured Mare, who was convinced that she could get more direct answers once her brother, who had gone out with Bree and Tramy, returned, as she didn’t want to be pressing with Diana, who could also have took offense at how things went the last time they met. At first, Shade seemed a little surprised by all that attention, but when he realized that Mare’s wasn’t just a fervent desire to know some new gossip but real concern, he told her not to worry, and that everything would turn out right in due time, a time that however established a reserve between the two friend that became a silence so heavy that convinced Mare their confidence was stained forever. Furthermore, these gloomy feelings certainly didn’t help Wren's mood, who hadn’t heard from Mr. Samos for a week and hadn’t even received an answer to her letter for his sister. Even Mare was beginning to have fears, not so much that Mr. Samos was indifferent, but that his sister could keep him far. Reluctant as she was to admit such a devastating idea to the happiness of the only friend she had left, and so dishonourable about the constancy of her love, she couldn't help but think about it often. The united efforts of two insensitive women and a friend so influential, favoured by the charm and amusement of Archeon, might’ve proved to be too much, so she feared, for strength of his affection. As for Wren, her anxiety about that uncertainty was, of course, more painful than Mare's, but whatever she felt she just wanted to hide it, and therefore between her and her friend there were never any allusions to that subject. The mother, on the other hand, wasn’t held back by such delicacy and hardly an hour passed without speaking of Mr. Samos, expressing the impatience for his return, or even asking her daughter to admit that if he didn't come back she would feel treated very bad. It took all of Wren's mild steadfastness to endure those attacks with acceptable tranquillity, which diminished, however, upon the arrival of Miss Samos' letter of reply, which removed any doubt about their winter accommodation, they would have settled in the General's residence, and, according to Wren, also regarding the feelings of Mr. Samos towards Lady Haven. Mare paid no attention to those speculations, she hadn’t seen, in fact, any warmth between the two in the time they had spent at the Hall of the Sun, but the fact that Evangeline was so evil she could take pleasure in the idea of undermine her own brother’s happiness, and in such a mean way, filled her with indignation and resentment, equal only to the concern she felt for her friend, who had fallen in love with a man of such lightness of character, a slave to intriguing friend, willing to sacrifice his own happiness at the whim of their desires. If, however, it was only his happiness
that was sacrificed, he could play with it as he wanted, but it was also Wren's that was involved and she believed he should be aware of it. In short, it was a topic that could’ve been thought about for a long time, even if, perhaps, to no avail, but she could do nothing else, and whether Mr. Samos's affection had really died down or had been suffocated by the interference of his friends, whether he had been aware of Wren's feelings or they had escaped his observation, in any case, even if the judgment would’ve been concretely influenced in the different hypotheses, the situation remained the same, and the peace of the girl equally wounded. It was a couple of days after, that Wren found the courage to talk about her feelings with Mare, but in the end, left alone by Mrs. Skonos, after a longer than usual rant on the Hall of the Sun and his owner, she said: "Oh! If my dear mother controlled herself more, she has no idea how much pain her constant considerations about him give me. But I don't want to complain, since it won't last long. He will be forgotten, and we will all be as before."
Mare looked at her friend with affectionate disbelief, but said nothing, although the doubt about those words could be read on her face like lines from an open book. Wren blushed: she knew that this man, who had been so lovable to her, would live forever in her memory, but that was all. If she had something to hope, fear, or even blame him for, the situation would’ve been different, and time would’ve done nothing but make the pain greater, but in that case she had the immediate comfort that it was nothing more than an error of her imagination, which had hurt no one but herself. If she had said those words aloud, Mare would’ve told her she was too good, and she would’ve attributed ethereal adjectives to her sweetness and impartiality, but it wasn't praise for her character that she needed to hear at the moment, only how much she was loved, words that not even her mother seemed willing to give. Even her father considered it only a mere disappointment, and indeed, he seemed inclined to joke about it when the Barrows went to visit them, inciting Mare to have her own heartbreak with Mr. Maven, who seemed a very nice and stylish man. Regarding him, it can be said that his company helped to dispel the melancholy into which the last, unfortunate events had thrown the two friends, who saw him often and had been able to add to the long list of his qualities the total absence of reserve, as the whole story already exposed to Mare soon became public, and everyone was satisfied thinking about how much they had always thought the General unpleasant before coming to knowledge of the whole matter. The only one who could imagine that there could be some extenuating circumstance in the matter was Miss Skonos, whose mild and firm candour always put forward justifications, and insisted on the possibility that there were misunderstandings, but by all the others the General had been labelled like the worst of men.
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thinking about how maven proposed to 3 different women and none of them actually liked him
not in a sad way I just think it’s really funny skdbsjdnsibdnskdd
mavens three fiancé’s: in love with his brother, is a lesbian, would kill him if it was ever convenient
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HI RQ FANDOM I AM THINKING SO HARD RN
ok here me out “Good For You” from DEH but it’s everyoen yelling at cal around like war storm era ish. Heidi is mare, Alana is evangeline, and Jared is maven I guess? cal is Evan ofc
I think evangeline samos deserves to yell at cal don’t @ me
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icycoolslushie · 4 days ago
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Maven + IQG
Maven: Helpful grammar trick: "farther" is for physical distance, "further" is for metaphorical distance, and "father" is for emotional distance.
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