#Mareshmallow

[evangelineartemiasamos]

INFO ON TBS 5 HAS DROPPED!!!!

Paige Mahoney is outside the Republic of Scion for the first time in more than a decade – but she has no idea how she got to the free world. Half a year has been wiped from her memory.

As she makes her way back to the revolution, her journey takes her to Venice, where she learns a dangerous secret – one that could change the face of the war between humans and immortals. Before she can return to

London, she must help the Domino Programme unravel the sinister Operation Ventriloquist.

And it soon becomes clear that the one person who could recover her memories – Arcturus Mesarthim – might also hold the key to saving Italy.

Lyrical, touching and action-packed, The Dark Mirror drives the bestselling Bone Season series forward, showing Samantha Shannon at the height of her powers.

Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing Plc ISBN: 9781408879443 Number of pages: 368

Published: 25/02/2025

@mareshmallow

[leticiadeldebbio]

Red Queen AO3 Stats

(Look what I am doing instead of writing new Deal Breakers's chapters)

[All of the data for this post were collected from stories written in English, on November 12, 2023.]

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According to AO3, the first published fanfic of the Red Queen Series is:

ignite by calcum

Posted on ((14 May 2015))

[The first book was published on February 10th of 2015.]

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In the Red Queen Series tag on Archive of Our Own (AO3) there's only 580 fics. I know, right!? I wish there was more.

Of the 580 posts, "Teen and Up Audiences" lead in the number of fics.

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About the size of them, most of them are between 1 and 5k words.

I was surprised by the number of fics with less than 1k words.

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Of the 580 posted fics, almost 70% are complete. I was surprised!

Most viewed RQ Fic:

1. Calore Dance Academy by Natthefantastic, with 17,088 hits

2. King's Pet by MissDeMeanor (MissLiterary), with 15,461 hits

3. Lover's Curse by beforeIlearnedcivility, with 13,345 hits

(PS: Lover's Curse is my favorite Mareven <3)

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Most liked RQ Fic:

1. Lover's Curse by beforeIlearnedcivility, with 461 kudos

2. Calore Dance Academy by Natthefantastic, with 422 kudos

3. how to flirt (without really trying) by neverthecanonOTP, with 420 kudos

(PS: how to flirt it's my favorite RQ fic of ALL TIME)

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Most commented RQ Fic:

1. how to flirt (without really trying) by neverthecanonOTP, with 374 comments

2. King's Pet by MissDeMeanor (MissLiterary), with 363 comments

3. Lover's Curse by beforeIlearnedcivility, with 345 comments

(PS: I lost count of how many times I've read how to flirt)

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Most bookmarked Fic:

1. Lover's Curse by beforeIlearnedcivility, with 42 bookmarks

2. how to flirt (without really trying) by neverthecanonOTP, with 31 bookmarks

3. and the snakes start to sing by SerenNoir, with 30 bookmarks

(PS: all three of them are on MY bookmarks)

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Longer RQ Fic:

1. Calore Dance Academy by Natthefantastic, with 342,109 words

2. King's Pet by MissDeMeanor (MissLiterary), with 244,487 words

3. WAR STORM by Natthefantastic, with 236,991 words

(PS: of the 3 only War Storm it's finished i.e. there's a LOT more to come)

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RQ Fic with More chapters:

1. Calore Dance Academy by Natthefantastic, with 88 chapters

2. WAR STORM by Natthefantastic, with 67 chapters

3. Chasing Fire by TwistedNym, with 58 chapters

4. Lividus by TwistedNym AND Alternative Realities by inopinion, with 57 chapters

5. Petite Venin by TwistedNym, with 54 chapters

6. Lover's Curse by beforeIlearnedcivility, with 50 chapters

7. Silhouettes by Inky_Pens, with 39 chapters

8. Mala Fides by TwistedNym, with 38 chapters

9. King's Pet by MissDeMeanor (MissLiterary) AND Burning Heir by Abismyth, with 35 chapters

10. Blood Curse by Elane_in_the_Shadows AND Bleeding Crown by Natthefantastic, with 30 chapters

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Writers with most fics

About the AMAZING writers, the list down below it's the authors which posted MORE fics on the fandom.

1. beforeIlearnedcivility, with 58 fics

2. anonymous__koala, with 44 fics

3. TwistedNym, with 32 fics

4. Lily_Harvord, with 19 fics

5. Elane_in_the_Shadows, with 16 fics

6. MysticWisdom and TheLittlestMouse (orphan_account) with 14 fics

7. neverthecanonOTP, with 12 fics

8. marcosburlybiceps and Third__Writer, with 9 fics

9. mareshmallow, with 7 fics

10. Girlswillbewmn28, Cames4eva, animybeloved, Emo_MabelPines, arcane_illusions, with 6 fics

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About CHARACTERS:

Which characters have more fics!? I think the first place it's kind of obvious and expected.

And the others? Check out the top 10:

Mare Barrow, with 342 fics (only 59% of the fics =O)

Tiberias "Cal" Calore VII, with 316 fics

Maven Calore, with 307 fics

Diana Farley, with 120 fics

Evangeline Samos, with 119 fics

Kilorn Warren, with 86 fics

Elara Merandus, with 84 fics

Thomas (Red Queen), with 81 fics

Shade Barrow, with 74 fics

Elane Haven, with 57 fics

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And about SHIPS and relationships???

The first place surprised NOBODY, but there are interesting results!!! (I was shocked with the number of Thomaven fics, but GLAD!)

Mare Barrow/Tiberias "Cal" Calore VII, with 237 fics

Mare Barrow/Maven Calore, with 152 fics

Maven Calore/Thomas, with 88 fics

Elane Haven/Evangeline Samos, with 55 fics

Diana Farley/Shade Barrow, with 45 fics

Maven Calore & Tiberias "Cal" Calore VII, with 28 fics

Maven Calore/Tiberias "Cal" Calore VII, with 18 fics

Maven Calore/Original Character(s), with 17 fics

Julian Jacos/Sara Skonos, with 15 fics

Mare Barrow/Evangeline Samos, with 11 fics

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Sooooo

It's over!

Did you liked it?

Do you think I missed something? Let me know!

[futurebird]

Here is a brand of toothpaste that is very mild and *still* has fluoride (sadly many "alternative" toothpastes don't have fluoride, fluoride is very good at preventing cavities and unless you have a very good reason don't skip it) I do not enjoy the sensation of mint... the "tingle" is not something I like. It took forever to find these. I tried like a dozen brands.

BURSTkids Mareshmallow (very mild, lightly sweet, no mint at all)

BURSTkids Strawberry (sweeter, no mint at all)

BURSTkids Bubblegum (not that sweet, mild, no mint)

Curaprox Be You Toothpaste, Watermelon Flavor (This one is just a tiny bit minty and has a texture, but it's not that bad)

I keep a toothbrush at my desk by my computer and brush my teeth sitting down, then exit to rinse. This is easier to do that going in to the bathroom looking in the mirror and just ... standing there. I can brush longer too.

Happily I've found that I want to brush now that I've been doing it much more often. So after I eat (at the desk) I can wait a bit and then brush.

For flossing a water pick is a nice addition and you can use it in the shower since it's kind of messy. I don't think a water pick is as effective as using real floss, but it can get food out from between the teeth and that makes a big difference.

Also, I've been hunting for less... stimulating mouthwashes, and ACT bubblegum is the best one so far... but would love any advice. I feel kind of patronized that all the products that meet my needs are "for kids" but I asked my dentist and he said it didn't matter. Just get what you can use often.

I have trouble taking care of my teeth because everything that involves doing that is a sensory nightmare. I decide to do some research to see if there's anything I can do about this. The results?

"How to make your autistic child brush their teeth"

"Autistic Children and Sensory issues relating to tooth brushing"

"How to get your little shit to brush his fucking teeth"

Like, yeah Google, thanks, that really helps. And like, even if I was a child, some of the advice seemed... unhelpful. Like, doing a dance and singing a song while brushing your teeth? Even for a kid, I don't think that would help distract from a sensory experience as intense as brushing your teeth. Like, the extremely intense and unpleasant flavor, the intense feeling of the brush against your teeth scraping across it, even mouthwash has such an intense and disgusting flavor that I have difficulty keeping it in my mouth for more than a few seconds. I wish there was SOMETHING that could be done.

[inopinion]

Rainbow Brigade

@mareshmallow... @chelsthebookworm... It’s my delight to gift to you the following fic in honor of this Holiday Season.

Whether due to surprise or etiquette, Cal shot up from his relaxed slump when more people joined him and his silver commanders in the room. Farley blocked his view for a moment and he relaxed recognizing other members of Command. His head snapped between Farley and a man on his right with only a small hint of confusion and a whole heap of annoyance. Then, intending to land back on Farley, he instead looked directly at Mare and morphed like an ember being extinguished in a muddy puddle. He visibly struggled to recover his composure. Cal turned to consult with the squat man with graying temples. Neither of them expected command to be there and Cal hadn’t anticipated seeing Mare so soon.

Command thought Mare could have input on the Guard’s strategy and, disrupt the power balance at least a little. Farley stayed true to Command’s decision and convinced Mare to attend a Command meeting, forgetting to mention that they were crashing a Silver alliance meeting.

It’s only because he couldn’t control his eyes–always finding Mare even during the introductions, that he noticed the sag in her posture. She held her arm to her gingerly, and defensively. She’d left the battlefield hurt, but was healed before they entered the hall with House Samos. Her injuries made him shift in his seat. Twenty-four hours had passed and she was already hurt.

When she slid her hand off the table and under she emitted a soft groan. Cal shifted forward and into the table between them, a physical reminder of his divisive choice. The move stopped the droning speech of the squat man on his arm.

When his adviser put a hand on Cal’s forearm, a sign of caution and meant to ground him, Cal exploded. Flames flickered and heat exuded throughout the tiny room. The man retracted, moving an arms length away. Cal blanched hot, eyes lit up. Suspicion crease the corners of his eyes. His chin jutted up in defiance.

“Who’s games are you playing, Mare?” His echoing snarl snapped in half when the heavy door slammed shut behind him. Clearly, the prince thought Mare’s presence —wounded as she was— a play on his emotions. A play that obviously worked.

Farley turned to Mare, eyes set on rectifying the situation, at least on explaining it; but Mare didn’t have time or patience or enough calm left to give her the chance.

“What game are we playing? I’m not playing anyone’s game.” Mare shook. Shaking was safer than pulling the lights down around the tables, but the lights still flickered.

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“Get me out of here,” Mare demanded.

“I didn’t think… None of us thought…” Farley started but words couldn’t chip away the anger. She hedged with facts instead. “We’re regrouping at the base, first transport at 1540. I’ll put your name on the list.”

Mare picked up an already packed duffel and marched to the field of transports to wait.

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Kilorn and Bree leaned against the hanger and waited for the transport door to spread wide. New bloods spilled out, silent and tired. Most were injured and in need of Sarah’s attention, Mare included. She looked more exhausted than any of them.

“Hey, Mare!” Bree called her attention and Kilorn wished he was the one to catch her first hug as she crumpled in Bree’s arms. “You’re hurt?”

“I’m okay. A New Blood healed most of it on the plane,” Mare assured him.

“Mare, come on. Your mom’s waiting.” Kilorn tugged them into motion. She sucked up snot and dried her eyes, squeezing his arm in response. She fell into her family and sunk into bed next to Gisa, sleeping more than a day in one stretch.

A stroke on her shoulder brought her around. Her dream told her it was Cal, her mind reminded her it was not. And her eyes hardened to see Farley, in plain clothes, looking with pity.

“Why do you want?” Mare hissed, her throat dry and her chest sore.

“Are you ill?”

“What do you want?” Mare repeated, then pushed up and out of bed. She fumbled fingers through her hair and ignored the ache in her body. She couldn’t ignore the pulse of pain from her bladder.

“To see if you’re okay. You’ve been out for a while.”

“I’m fine.” She moved to side step Farley, but she was immediately blocked.

“Sleeping so much isn’t a sign of being okay.”

Mare bobbed left but Farley countered. “Move or I’ll piss right on you.”

Farley twisted to the side and let Mare pass, but stayed outside the door.

“If your sick, I’ll send for Sarah,” Farley murmured.

“A little privacy?”

“Mare—” when the lights flickered, Farley backed down the stairs.

The shower revived her although she didn’t know to what ends. But Farley surely had a purpose specially chosen for her: a performance to give, a speech to read, a lie to tell. She combed her hair and fixed it back into a braid. The gray ends made up nearly half of her length. Running the tail through her fingers she considered her options. If she went down stairs, she’d be obligated to listen. If she stomped out the front door, Farley would follow. She examined the different hues of gray as she turned her hair in the sunlight, then approached the window.

A window on the second floor was directly below her bedroom. It had a brick facade that jutted out an extra inch framing it. The little ledge was enough for her toes. And a small leap away was the sturdy branch of a oak. Escaping became second nature months ago. She lowered herself carefully, caught the ledge, and leapt backwards, twisting and grabbing the branch. Her breath caught as the tight skin forming into a scar on her arm pulled in an uncomfortable stretch. She moved hand over hand to the trunk and slid down to the grass. Better safe than sorry, she ran the length of the street and only slowed when she saw the swirl of storm clouds over the practice field.

She could sense Ella’s power halfway across the base. She exuded an energy that coursed through the air begging Mare to come play. Tyton must have felt similar, as he sucked blue waves of light down into his skin and bounced white, crackling shocks between his fingers. He sent his bolts to a mannequin mock-up. It sizzled and danced on the sand. Mare gaped as the crown toppled off it’s head and onto the ground. She was certain it wasn’t Maven drawing their ire.

Ella’s clouds dissipated and cleared, Tyton stopped crackling his fingertips and both looked sheepishly at their toes. Mare gathered the static from the air and shot bright purple at the tin-foil hat and watched it blacken and fuse together with coils of lightning-glass.

“Sorry, Mare. Rough situation,” Rafe sighed, his hand in a sling.

“You were hurt?” She countered, placing the focus back on him.

“Not as much as it looks. I’m low priority for the healers, scheduled for tomorrow.”

She nodded and turned back to the field.

“You got any more crowns?” Mare asked.

“A few,” Ella smiled, pointing at a small pile of shrapnel fashioned into metal rings. Ella picked one made from barbed wire coils, tossed it a few times between her palms then and then launched it like a frisbee out and up. Mare painted the darkening sky purple.

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“How long are you going to avoid me?” Farley asks, coming behind Mare on her trek from her parents home to the barracks.

Training with the other Electricons was more than a distraction to Mare. And, in her estimation, none of Farley’s business. Lacking actual orders to fight or even a direction for what the Guard would pursue next, everyone had turned to routines and training to pass the time. Mare didn’t even slow her pace, no intention to respond. Petty as it was to hold her encounter with Cal against Farley, Mare couldn’t look at her without sparks threatening to dance on her skin.

“You’re a soldier and you are one step away from being insubordinate. I know you don’t want to face the facts–”

“What else am I supposed to do? I’m training just like every other soldier.”

“You’re not just another soldier. We need you to show up to meetings.”

“Why? I’m not good at scheming like you. Every time I try, I fuck up. Remember? Misjudging Cal. Misjudging Maven. Misjudging John. Misjudging Cal, again. Lets stop pretending I’m at all helpful in making decisions. I am a new blood, a foot soldier. All I’m good at is fighting. So go figure out who or what or where you want me to kill next, because I’m done shitting all over this with my bad ideas.”

Farley’s mouth opened and closed two times before she nodded and let Mare continue to her new bunk.

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“You couldn’t tell me this morning that you were moving?” Kilorn slumped onto the foot of her bed. He wiggled his toes in his boots and stretched his back as if he’d walked a dozen miles. Mare peaked out from under the flesh of her upper arm. She’d been dozing after a hard training session, blocking out the sun and the situation at the same time with the familiar feel of her sweaty skin.

“You ever dye anything before?” Mare asked.

“I walked all the way to your folks place only to be told you decided to rough it out here with us.”

“Dying? Have you ever dyed anything?” she stated with crisper enunciation.

“Not a ‘sorry’ or a ‘oops’?”

Mare sat up on her elbows and pushed his side with her barefoot while saying, “Kilorn, I’m sorry you had to walk an extra half mile and eat diner with my family.”

“How’d you know?” Kilorn sat back, eyebrow raised.

“There’s crumbs on your shirt.” She pointed with her toe. He slapped her foot back down to the bed.

“Tramy sent rolls. I might have ate one.” Kilorn produced two bread rolls from behind his back. Mare snatched them, greedy. “What do you wanna dye?”

“My hair.”

“Ask Gisa.”

“I’m asking you,” she said, mouth full of dry crust.

“What color?” he relented.

“Purple.”

Kilorn considered her thoughtfully, breaking into a small grin. “Conformist.”

“Shut up.” She snapped to her feet, pulled on her boots, and pushed him in the direction of the toilets.

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“I thought you weren’t gonna dye your hair,” Rafe smirked.

“I’ve made a dozen bad decisions, why not this one?” she countered, passing them on her way up the hill.

Half way into practice, a message runner arrived in a transport. Ella took the note, Mare was focused on precision strikes, sweating and cursing as she hit and missed.

“Hold up, Barrow. We got orders.” Ella passed the note to her.

“Lakelands? We’re going to the Lakelands?” Mare racked her brain for any reason why the Scarlet Guard would cross the silver lines and attack in enemy territories, especially without an agreement with Cal. She regretted skipping meetings.

“So?” Rafe looked at her expectantly.

She struggled again, then swallowed hard. Under her own request, she knew no more details than any other soldier.

“Soldiers don’t make choices, they follow orders. Let’s get ready.” She lead them back to the barracks. Her insistence that she didn’t know anything additional didn’t dissuade their pointed questions.

Mare gave her mother a hug like it could be the last and then followed it with her father and brothers. Gisa she squeezed extra tight.

Kilorn pulled a hand out of his pocket so he could punch her shoulder lightly. “You come back, okay?” He nodded at her.

“Stay out of trouble,” she hit his shoulder back a tad harder than he had.

She turned and took in a deep breath when she faced the transport. Kilorn’s hand on her shoulder spun her around and he wrapped her up.

“Stay alive. Don’t forget you got us here. Okay? He means nothing in all of this.”

“Who?” She responded dryly.

“Don’t be stupid just because you’re hurting. Just come home, okay?” He held her long enough to force a nod.

The Electricons waited for her to board first then followed up the ramp.

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Three days of walking into skirmishes and they’d finally stumbled onto a walled city built on the cliffs of the coast. Each company had a rough split of the new blood powers, excepting those that needed water from the ocean or who could turn the iron gates from defensive structures to offensive weapons. Mare called energy from a well so deep inside of her she scarcely believed she had more left to draw. Her energy was fading, she was fading. Never one to pray, she found herself searching for fireballs, heat, warmth, a sign that he’d come and help her, save her. They’d always saved each other. Down on one knee, she saw her purple bend down, snatched and turned yellow. She pushed through the Telky woman battering her with stones and bodies. She watching a blond-headed body streak past, sparks flying from fingertips, but no armor. She raced after him, eager to protect him, to draw energy from him, to get a respite and recover. Another Electricon, an undiscovered Lakelander New Blood could be a powerful ally in recruitment.

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The base gathered around the transports as one after another arrived. The first ship carried the wounded. And the second contained lower priority cases. Each transport that landed after produced waves of returning soldiers, prisoners, and new allies. Every plane was greeted as if they all carried victors and not ravaged rebels. Most of the coastal cities had been freed from silver control. But each was released back to Lakelanders as the small army moved from one to the next. In succession, every town but one was reclaimed by silver lords. But a heavy price had been paid. In the silver-lining, new bloods roused from the Lakeland countryside arrived for training, equipment, and supplies. All were ready to be sent back to join the fight as members of the Scarlet Guard.

Ruth reached Mare first, cupping her swollen face gently. The bruising on her left side was bad enough that she was barely recognizable, and Mare suspected she had a fractured orbital socket.

“I’m okay, mom,” she assured, pushing her mother’s hands away from her injuries.

The rest of her Electricons emerged from the transport behind her. The blond-headed boy starstruck by the big hangers and the crowd straggled for a moment and hopped two big strides to catch up with Tyton and Rafe. Ella limped a little behind the boys.

Kilorn touched her shoulders and chuckled in a nervous release of anxiety. “You’re two colors short of officially being the Rainbow Brigade,” he teased.

“Oh that one? Yeah, picked him up at the first city. He’s been a pretty good addition. He may not need any hair dye to fit in. But I could use a touch up.” She smiled and allowed her arms to wrap around his middle. He rocked her inside of a solid hug, their soles pushing from side to side.

“Good job staying alive.” Kilorn pressed his face to the top of her head.

“Who else is gonna keep you in line?” Mare sighed into him, heavy in his arms. For the first time since they left weeks prior, she let herself relax.

[mareshmallow]

1 exam down two more to go ✌️

[scxrletguardsdawn]

IF YOU FINISHED FIRE LIGHT AND READ THE EPILOGUE AT THE END PLZ MESSAGE ME

I NEED TO TALK TO SOMEONE ABOUT THIS, I AM NOT OKAY!!!!

@clarafarleybarrow @mareshmallow @marecalonly @marecalrandomstuff @lilyharvord @calmareforever YALL ARE THE FIRST I CAN THINK ABOUT BUT PLZ ANYONE JUST MESSAGE ME

[war-sword]

hello my red queen friends! if you’re around my age or just have been on bookblr for a while, you might remember the selection accent challenge from several years ago. I decided it was a cute concept and wanted to bring it back for a new series! here are the details for this voice tag. don’t be afraid if you pronounce the words differently from me or anyone else’s tag you listen to, it’s all about how we each pronounce the words in our head when we’re reading or how it sounds with our own unique voices. if you don’t know how to make an audio post you can always do a video. ((p.s. please forgive my clipped words here and there i live in the south and pollen allergies are REAL))

rules: repost the rules. tag the person who tagged you. tag 5 new people to do the tag. add some of your own words to the list if you want! make sure to tag your post with #red queen accent challenge. started by @war-sword

your name & URL

who tagged you

people

Victoria Aveyard (& Indy!)

Mare Barrow

Cal Calore

Maven Calore

Kilorn Warren

Diana Farley

Evangeline Samos

Iris Cygnet

Cameron Cole

when did you read the series?

how did you find out about them?

favorite character?

books

Red Queen

Glass Sword

King’s Cage

War Storm

favorite book of the four?

favorite scene?

houses

House Arven

House Calore

House Haven

House Jacos

House Lerolan

House Merandus

House Osanos

House Rhambos

House Samos

House Iral

House Titanos

House Viper

Scarlet Guard

favorite quote?

would you be a red, silver, or newblood?

your own tags!

i tag @mareshmallow, @mareiposa, @thosefuckinglakelanders, @lilyharvord, @marecalrandomstuff, @mavenisdaddy, and @redqueenfandom to get us started. also, since this is the first post, you can go ahead and di it without being tagged if you would like to!! anyone can do this :)

[evangelineartemiasamos]

I’m more excited for Paige starting to call Warden Arcturus in The Mask Falling than I can describe. How will they decide on that? Will they have a discussion? Will Paige shade him before doing so? Will the first time come as a surprise? Will it have ... oh no, of course it’ll be filled this incredible yet soft sexual tension between them, the question is rather - will I’ll be reading the scene innumerable times afterward as a paragon of a ship or will it be so intense I’ll combust? When just Warden saying “hm” can be done sexily, Paige saying “Arcturus” with love instead of spite in a pivotal moment of their relationship will be breathtaking.

Samantha Shannon raised our standards with Paige x Warden so much, I’m not surprised she’s so open with hints to the progression of their relationship *cough* - I’m fully convinced she cannot disappoint there.

@mareshmallow

[mareshmallow]

Looking for artists!!

I'm looking for any artists who'd be down to collaborate and make a WebToon. Especially if you don't have a story idea but have always wanted to create one, boy oh boy do I have one for you (is this pitch working?? I, uh, I'm trying to sound like one of those cool infomercials rn)

HOWEVER this is a big undertaking!! If you're like me and are a big fan of WebToons like Purple Hyacinth, Siren's Lament, True Beauty, SubZero, I Love Yoo....etc and are interested in brainstorming, I'd be happy to answer any questions.

Especially if you're into the fantasy/dark academia genres, then I'd think you'd like this! And if you're questioning you're art skills I'm already mad because I have no doubt that you're amazing and I will not hesitate to bully you with love and support. Also the more the better! I'm looking for a team here!!

You will need:

To have experience with digital drawing, lineart, colouring, shading

Have some base knowledge about storyboarding. If you don't then, hey me neither we can figure it out

Come with ideas!!

Love WebToons (lol jk not a requirement)

Submit a few pieces so I can get a general idea of your art style. But don't let this scare you! All styles are appreciated and welcomed.

Feel free to message me @mareshmallow here or on Twitter @adraxsteia

[paperblairplanes]

Thanks to @mareshmallow for tagging me! What a nice surprise to wake up to!

Nickname: B/Bee

Last movie I saw: Ralph Breaks the Internet

Fav muscians: The Vamps, Chloe Moriondo, Little Mix, Anna Clendening. Idk a lot of my favorite songs are from shows/musicals so I don’t have specific artists?

Song stuck in my head: Antidote by Faith Marie

Do I get asks: Nah, I’m not exactly a big account but I like that

Other blogs: I have @deltablairlines but I only use it to throw references and things I don’t have the time to look at at the time in

Amount of sleep: 6-7 hours, but during weekends/breaks it’s 9-10

Lucky number: 11! (Side note: I fucking hate the number 17)

What I’m wearing: Pink hoodie with bright blue sweatpants

Dream job: Research and experimentation in genetic engineering or psychology

Dream trip: Rome!

Favorite food: 짜장면 (a type of Korean noodle)

Play any instruments: I’ve been playing violin for 7ish years now

Favorite song: Right now, it’s Worst of You by Maisie Peters. I don’t really like the lyrics but it’s so catchy

Random fact: I used to live in Alaska! It was so beautiful, I absolutely loved it. I really wish I could go back

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: Fuzzy socks and sliding on hardwood, dark chocolate melting in your mouth, sunlight filtering through green leaves, fire-warmed clothes, wheezing laughter with friends, crimson berries against snow

I tag @eurydicel, @mavencalorethepreciousboy, @znanyjany

[morebooks-pls]

10 Books I Want to Read in 2019

I was tagged by the fabulous @safifonhasstrel !! I especially love this tag bc it forces me in a way to hold true to this promise

1. A Conjuring of Light by VE Schwab

2. Bloodwitch by @stdennard

3. The Wicked King by Holly Black

4. Broken Throne by @vaveyard

5. Children of Virtue and Vengeance by Tomi Adeyemi 

6. The Reckoning of Noah Shaw by @michellehodkin

7.  Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor

8.  The Kiss Quotient by Helen Hoang (fun fact the publishing agency I interned at published this book!!)

9.  The Last Wish of Sasha Cade by Cheyanne Young (again the publishing agency I interned at published this book and I even helped work on it while I was there!!!)

10. The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon

btw I am aware that some of these books are not out yet but fret not! I have a whole list of tbrs that will keep me occupied until they are released 

I tag @lilyharvord @mareshmallow @whydoyoucareaboutmyusername @clarafarleybarrow @queeniriscygnet @usuallyholytrash 

Feel free to disregard this tag if you don’t want to do it! 

[darlingod]

Do u have recommendations for any other blogs like yours, multi fandom generally YA ones?

Oh do I? The list might get long, apologies:

@moikorolrezni @queen-of-nothings @ocvenneyes @gisabarrow @firebitchaelin @elane-samos @maveicen @mcvencallore @afigurativegameofchess @marecalrandomstuff @chaoslaborantin @clarafarleybarrow @mareshmallow @feyrearch @r-hysie @wellsyxgraham @stardustsroses @niinazenlk @my-name-is-fireheart @huntress-of-velaris @aelin-and-feyre @warnersbae @hannaharies @6255igntm @lilyharvord

So I basically just gave you my favorite blogs, not all of them are multifandom or like mine but they’re definitely worth following :)) and I know I’m missing too many blogs but its 5 am and my brain hurts

[shadefarleybarrow]

Red Queen Mermay - Shark Farley

wip

@clarafarleybarrow @lilyharvord @quiteliterallyinthis @mareshmallow @redqueenfandom @wrenskonos

[evangelineartemiasamos]

TBS page 186

Nick: Jax is not from Scion.

Jaxon: Don’t insult me. Further from the Archon than the cradle from the grave. Not that those two states are all that far apart, but you understand my meaning.

Paige: (thinking) I wasn’t sure I did.

Me: “Not that those two states are all that far apart, but you understand my meaning.“ Oh. O_O

@mareshmallow

[carstairsjames]

Do you have any tumblr crushes? (blogs and people that you really admire and like)

Awww I do have a lot of blogs/people that I love and admire! I’m gonna add some of them in here, but there are so many that I’ll probably forget someone (sorry!):

@marecalrandomstuff (the best girl out there)

@maveicen

@caven—malore

@chaoslaborantin

@mcvencallore

@mareshmallow

@lilyharvord

@znanyjany

@hogwarts-the-history

@gisabarrow

@ihnejgafa

@niinazenlk

etc.

These are some of the amazing people that I’m lucky to have in my dash, but of course, like I said, there are SO MANY more! I’m sorry for not tagging everyone!

[inopinion]

For Fanfic Trope: 74(huddling for warmth)-96(scars) ♡MareCal♡

A long time ago this came to my inbox. I wonder who still wants Red Queen Fanfic? I’ll tag the old list just in case, but feel free to request to be removed.

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Within the Static

What they knew about the sea past Norta was that it seemed to be endless. Airships had left with extra tanks installed and still had to turn back before they spotted land. And, without much to do besides bankroll an adventure, Cal found the distraction he had wanted. The ship was made with a wide hull lined in thin plates of metal. The masts were strong and reinforced waiting for when the fuel ran out and they’d be at the mercy of the wind. The more-than-worthy crew came with recommendations and experience on small vessels and large bases that all promised military discipline. They all wanted to see the end of the horizon as much as they wanted the handsome pay.

Mare paused her tour around the countryside to watch the ship leave harbor. The vote was coming and notable war heroes drummed support for the act of casting a ballot. Still, time held still for her as she waved an arm with the masses and watched him push past the jetty and beyond the bay. Her chest twinged knowing, in some way, he ran as much away from her as towards anything else.

The ship disappeared as they’d intended and life proceeded on with imaginings of what would be found at the other end of the water. Mare gravitated to the edge of the ocean and sat as the waves came in and washed over her legs more times than she could count. Her eyes looked east so often, they barely looked elsewhere.

As a year passed and the anticipated return flitted by, the papers posted headlines that, at first, scraped optimistic and then carved ominous. From “The Return of Calore!” to “Calore Lost at Sea?” and then bleakly, “Hope Expires.” And each left deep, scouring divots that soon left Mare paper thin.

Raising support for another ship, without the money of a High House, took another year. All along the arguments against were paired with her pert hope that he’d be coming back into the harbor on his own.

“Rescue Launched” and “Chasing Calore” were the primary taglines that came with the news of the second voyage. Dirty details both true and not were spilled across the pages for everyone to gape and jeer. Her seduction. His rejection. Their reconciliation. The end of the war that ended them.

“The Red Queen Sails for her Prince”

The best had already gone and the runners up had more sense. And yet, she managed to pull together a crew that at least feared a sound shock. A few had useful abilities though not a Nymph nor Windweaver bunked among them. Six months after the two year mark, Mare set out on less an adventure and more a folly looking for the heir to House Calore.

Nothing worse than ‘tyrant’ was ever said to her face, but she overheard much worse. Through pin-hole vision she pushed the sailors across the expanse and into the unknown. A radio waved back and forth and all around searching for any signal and sending more than a few in all directions. Only static returned.

From it, her brain pulled melodies complex and lyrical and after hours words sounded more foreign than the white snow that sank deep into her scars. Among the signals of silence, she made the landscape of her dreams where she sifted the sounds and uncovered a foot here and a hand there, though the rest of him always stayed down beneath the muffling hiss.

“Land! I see land!” The boy on the mast called it for the fourth time this week only this time he’d waited extra long for the mirage to clear.

From the front of the boat, she saw land. At the back, the hurricane spiraled faster than they could outrun. The crew continued to secure what they could, to find sturdy flotation devices, and strapping packs with some provisions though still too light to sink.

Land. There was a hope that they could close some of the gap. That they might just make it to shore. The rain began to pelt the deck. Mare heard it as just more static snow.

When the wave took them up, she knew this one would spill them. She, and the crew, all clung to the railings predicting which way it would turn. The game tumbled like dice with some choosing wrong and others right. Mare leapt as far and as clear as she could. And then she hugged her flotation harness and sucked air when ever she could and sucked water at the same time.

Mare Barrow drowned under the crushing waves and amidst the debris of her rescue craft within sight of a new land. She could see the murky surface of the water as the rise of the massive waves cast shadows and pulled her deep. Her lungs kicked her ribs and her vision faded to black. Deep in her ears, the whirl of nothing lived on.

The absence of the rush meant there wasn’t any static in the afterlife. And the sore pulse of her breathing in her ribs meant there was air. No where in her imagination did she predict her survival. And yet, she laid on her side on a soft mat in the darkness of some place subterranean. And a warm rush of air pushed across her ear.

Crooked fingers and a white scar marred the arm wrapped around her. Hairy legs and nothing else separated him from behind her. She should have snapped away from him, naked as she was. She should have sent a shock ripping through her entire length and left him for dead. She would have if it weren’t for the bracelet under the scar.