#broken throne

[maryxherie]

mare barrow fanart in 2024

love ur work @vaveyard

[q8qwertyuiop8p]

A broken throne, bleeding from the heart ❣️

[lilyharvord]

Too Sweet

“Thief.” I remark with a hint surprise as she finally stops struggling. It’s too dark for me to see her features fully, but I can make out the outline of tousled loose curls framing a thin but round face. She’s small, barely coming up to my shoulder. She could truly be a young girl. I almost jeer at the thought, is this what they are resulting to around here? Sending children out to steal? She blinks, and by the light of the stars, those lashes flash over sombre brown eyes. She doesn’t protest when she scoffs at my accusation. “Obviously.”

Hello I am back and I have a fic for you all (: Available here on AO3 (:

[planetmaven]

hi guys I'd like to show u my fem maven design so far...

i wanted to keep the curly hair. she kinda looks like mare help. UGSHHDHDBDB IDK GUYS lmk what u think and what i can add or change:3

[lucy-the-cat]

TV show news?

Edit: nvm looked at the comments

I am consistently disappointed

[ball-of-butter]

the way some maven apologists will hateeee on cal as if cal himself wasn’t the only maven apologist in the series

[cantheywinthehungergames]

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[memento-mori-expanded]

WHY THE FUCK DOES MAVEN LOOK LIKE THAT???? IM SCARED! WHO IS THAT?!?!??!?’cncnvnv

[theidlespoon]

and what if i said maven and cal are just regulus and sirius in another universe. what then.

[northernember]

while its in no way likely i love the idea of maven, after the events of the first book, leaving cals room completely untouched,,,

just the idea of him burning his brothers royal portraits, dragging his name and reputation through bloodied mud, hunting him like he’s some animal.

but cal’s room remains as he left it, left to gather dust and harbor the echoes of brothers laughing and chess pieces tapping against the wooden board.

and the chess board remains set up, prepared in advance for a game thats never going to come. all thats missing is the black king piece, its empty spot having gathered a layer of dust thinner than the rest.

i like to think cal leaves it too at first, avoids it like the echoes of what used to be will shatter whatever grip on himself he has left. and than, after he abdicates the throne and mare leaves for the mountains, he stands in its doorway, looking in at a room that used to belong to a boy that lies in a grave similar to his brothers. a boy that died alongside his father that day. a boy that was going to be king and sit upon a throne made from corpses and uphold the sickening legacy built by those who proceeded him. Some parts still remain of that boy, scattered throughout the craters and fractures of the man that came out the other side.

weeks later, once he finally brings himself to step past the door way and clean it out, packing away the belongings of the crown prince and tucking away pictures of two dead boys into his jacket, he closes and locks the door and never opens it again. leaving an empty room filled with nothing but dust and ghosts.

[darklinaforever]

For me, really, in Red Queen, Mare should have ended up alone. I have nothing against Cal as a character, but something doesn't sit right with me about his union with Mare. Something is wrong with me. If you prefer, it's as if Juliette from the Shatter Me series ended up with Adam instead of Warner, and Zahru from The Kinder of Poison series ended up with Jet instead of Kasta. (And I love Jet with all my heart as a character, he's very cute) I don't know if you know what I mean ? As if it wasn't meant to be after all. And then Cal also seriously fucked up with Mare. Objectively, none of the brothers really deserved it. (Even if I ship Mareven to death) Anyway, that's my opinion.

[maryxherie]

and some tiberias vii calore fanart too cause why not

[lucien-calore]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HALLOWEEN BABY!!!!

[lilyharvord]

RQ Week 2 Flash Fic Friday

... a scene taken from a series of scenes for a fic I wil probably never write.... Bonswa my loves, I have returned (: @nortaeventcouncil. For RQ flash fic fridays (prompt 1 secrets)

“Would you have given them to me?”

            Mare glanced up at him with wary eyes, hearing the way his voice betrayed the nonchalance with which he asked his question. Somehow, she knew he would ask her at some point. It had really just been a matter of when for weeks now. Being at the cabin always seemed to loosen lips, and now was no different. The last thing she wants to do was open this can with him though. She had already suffered his presence from the moment it arrived, and all she wanted to do was stay in the tranquility of this moment for as long as she could.

            “Given you what?”

            His cheek twitched at her avoidance, but his eyes softened at the edges. Glancing away, he stared out the frosted window at the viciously falling snow. On the back of the plush chair, his fingers curled into claws on the blanket draped there. The storm had come violently midday and had stayed well into the night. Travel was impossible, leaving was impossible. She felt like a fish trapped in a tank with a shark.

            “Would you have… given me children?”

            Mare’s hand stilled on Coriane’s curls, and she had to forcibly keep herself from possessively wrapping an arm around her to pull her closer. The question wasn’t directed at Coriane at all, but something about the idea of it made Mare’s hackles rise. He hadn’t made any overt threats toward Coriane yet, at least none that Mare knew of. Maybe her threat had worked that first night, or maybe he had been telling the truth when he told he that he had nothing against her daughter. Given the past, the former had to be true.

            Slowly she returned to stroking Coriane’s damp hair, and considered her as she did so. Fresh from a warm bath, she dozed peacefully. The firelight bathed her in orange and red; the perfect colors for her palette. For half a second, she imagined her with different features, the more angular ones that used to haunt every one of Mare’s nightmares. She imagined her with blue eyes instead of mellow amber. Something in her stomach clenched tightly at the fact that she could not picture her daughter laughing with those blue eyes. She swallowed subtly before saying the only thing she could.

            “They never would have been ours. They would have been your mother’s.”

            His exhales whistles through his teeth, telling her she hit the nerve that has always made him curl in on himself.

            “That’s not true.”

            “Look at me and say that. Look at me and tell me that you really think I would have been allowed to raise them, that she would have let me.” She stared him down across the space, her hand stilling on Coraine’s head again before slowly guiding her closer. She wouldn’t be able to fit in her lap much longer, but it was the only way Mare felt like she could keep her close right this second.  

            He raised his chin at her, those icy blue eyes practically glowing in the low light of the dying fire. His cheek twitched again, and he curled his fingers into a tighter ball on the blanket.

            “I would have made her stay away from them.”

            Mare couldn’t help but laugh. The movement and sound made Coriane shift, and curl tighter against her. Cutting the sound off harshly to avoid waking her, Mare shook her head in exasperation. The least he could have done was say something believable. “You would have tried,” she admitted quietly, when Coriane had sighed and relaxed again. “And you would have failed.”

            His entire being went still as stone, and Mare felt the undulating waves of heat he tried to contain wash over her as softly as the waves on the lake shore. She watched him tear his eyes away from her, and gnaw on the inside of his cheek for a moment. The odd kinetic stillness she remembered settled over him as he began to tap a finger against his knee. Slowly he molded himself back into the blasé image he had been maintaining up until this conversation.

“You think I wouldn’t have loved them.”

            There wasn’t a hint of a question in his words, and Mare pursed her lips at the accusation. A part of her wanted to keep twisting the knife deeper, to inflict the pain she had always been able to with him. The other part, the one that had grown out of the bitter, resentful girl she had been stayed the blow, and ultimately won out.

            “I think, she wouldn’t have let you love them. Or me.” She added the last part quietly, but it still struck home like a blow.

            His finger started tapping again, and even in the low light she could see the nail was bit to the quick. The others were probably no better, so she didn’t bother looking at them. Before it had been easy to just remember the man who had been on the other side of cell bars taunting her and pulling at old wounds. It had been easy to remember the manic energy in his eyes when she had chased him down in Whitefire. Potentially facing the young man he had been underneath all that made her shiver. Her eyes slowly fell, and she dropped her voice to a whisper as she said, “There are no more secrets, not anymore.”

            “No more secrets.” He echoed the words mockingly under his breath before rising and slipping back into the shadows of the house. The fire popped loudly in the grate, the only residue of his emotions, while the wind howled outside and thunder rumbled faintly.

[planetmaven]

this is a scene from kings cage

maven is so sassy bro 😭 there are so many scenes where he's being sassy and snarky and jokey its insane. even when he was held captive in war storm, he always found a way to be a smartass.

[lucy-the-cat]

headcanon that there were at least two Newblood whispers out there and Jon murdered both bc the first one would have been hostile and the second would have been so bad at "curing" Maven that honestly he would have been better off dead