lightning girl

independent + private/selective MARE BARROW of RED QUEEN

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i have no idea how to drive this thing 

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ironxsilvcr replied to your post “just a tiny lil PSA: i’m starting to consider this blog semi-active....”

'smol bitter human-espresso child' best mare description i have ever seen <3

right??? next self promo line tbh (i can’t really take credit for it though, i’m pretty sure she’s described that way in the tags somewhere lol)

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just a tiny lil PSA: i’m starting to consider this blog semi-active. mare muse is a little more picky (is that even the right word? idk) than my other muses, and it takes a bit more to write for her, sometimes. i’ll still be here and writing for her, of course! i love my smol bitter human-espresso child. it just explains why my activity has been the way it is. :3  

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deathless ♚ sentence meme

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indiemitchell:

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

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Mare and Cal telling each other they’re not gonna leave the other and then doing it anyways (ಠ_ಠ)

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ironxsilvcr:

          ❝ My father is king. His decisions are not for you           to question. ❞ Or me or anyone, for that matter.

     The words leave a bitter aftertaste, even though they’re in defence of her father; her house; her blood and crown. His word IS law — always has been and yet her insides twist every day that goes by; every day that puts more distance between her and Elane. The very thought of her Shadow back in the Rift alone in a palace of steel makes her chest constrict in pain. Eyes close hoping she can chase away the thoughts she’s been running from ever but all she sees is auburn hair and glowing skin, gentle hands and soft lips. She wishes she sees the same when she opens her eyes but the lightning girl is standing across from her. ❝ I couldn’t care less what Cal does, you know. ❞

“he’s not MY king.” she’ll not be ruled by HOUSE SAMOS, won’t be held by silver chains - - she’s come too far, fought too bitterly, lost too much. no. she has not soaked her dreams in blood, has not lost her BROTHER to be again what she once was. (not even for cal). curious, wary, she watches eyes close, the look - - almost, she thinks - - of one wounded, bearing pain, though what could pain evangeline sits well beyond her guessing “what are you saying? that i could be his consort and you’d look the other way?” a shake of her head, grey-tipped hair in ponytail swinging. “thanks for your understanding, but i haven’t been fighting all this time to put anyone on the throne. i’m not going to be another king’s pet. not...not even cal’s.” 

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character aesthetic ⇢ MARE BARROW // red queen

In the fairy tales, the poor girl smiles when she becomes a princess. Right now, I don’t know if I’ll ever smile again. 

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dutyuntodeath:

     He flinches ever so slightly and turns away from her. He should not have approached her at all… it would have been better for the both of them if they didn’t speak to each other outside of meetings or what was required to maintain an alliance. If they had simply forgotten each other. “You’re just like them.” He replies quietly. He knew how people felt about him compared to his brother. Easily manipulated and follows orders regardless of the circumstances. Refuses—- no, cannot make his own choices. A weak and easy to control king. It stung to know people thought so little of his abilities to be a good king and to have what it takes to build a nation. “You think I can’t do this.”

“i didn’t say that.” it almost took the breath from her, that ‘just like them,’ felt it tighten like chains around her heart, but what DID she think? that cal was his father’s perfect heir, that she had heard him snarl “silver born for centuries’ that the world had changed too much for silver kings? a couple of steps forward, she reaches for his arm, can feel warmth through his sleeve, familiar heat of him, so close and yet -  - now - - so far. “you KNOW i think you’d make a better king than maven. you have to know that.” she wants him to turn, wants to avoid his eyes, can’t quite reconcile what she feels and what she wants. “i don’t think THEY think you can do this. not without them. and i think the world is different, now. this isn’t the same norta that your father ruled. it never will be.” (she’d make sure of that.) 

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stilinskikissme:

The radiation isn’t killing that child- you are.

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the softest palms that never want to touch you until after a bottle of wine.   /   “just braid your hair if you won’t brush it, at least, you useless girl.”   /   pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away.   /   “you’ll get it done before the day is up.”  /   guilt that isn’t yours to have. /   it’s a crooked game, but it’s the only one in town.   /   chains.   /   “how could you do this to me? ”   /   the sharp sting of guilt.   /   you feel something even though you’re paid to do the opposite.   /   the family you never had.   /   falling backwards through time. /   quicksand.   /   drowning, but you don’t save yourself.   /   “you’re getting better. ”   /   “they smile like a snake.”   /   you’re the stars and the sky.  / there’s a part of you that couldn’t stay away even if you were forced to.   /   they are your wings, there’s no doubt there.   /  “let’s take off somewhere. let’s fly.”  /   you edge a bit too close to the sun.   /   another ghost to take your place after every stumble.   /   deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun.   /  rock candy melting in water.   /   waves rise and leave the foam behind.   / the precipice you call home has a tip you’ll reach eventually.   /   happiness is the best front a man can take. /   “i’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you before.”   /   you disagree; they’re more beautiful.   /   discomfort at the tiniest of touches.  /   the sky opens up when you see them.   /   rain comes down.   /   poppy fields.   /   your sanity hanging by a thread.   /   “oh god, what have you done?”   /   roommates weren’t supposed to be the smartest ones of all.   /  they’ve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind.   /   you try to help, but it only got worse.   /   now they’re dead, it’s all your fault.   /   adam & eve in the garden.   /   a temptress in crisp button-downs.   /   “fuck, you’ve gone off the deep end, haven’t you?”   / they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself.   /   the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre.   /   sugar and spice and a taste for the dark side.

yves saint laurent black opium on your pillow, a scented cloud drifting behind you like a cape.   /   crisp green apples piled up on the table.   /   your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper.  /   what a pretty one, they say.   /   you laugh without humour.   /   a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest.  /   there’s a place you’ll never leave no matter who tries to stop you.  /   the seat of power fits like a glove.   /   heavy is the head that wears the crown.   /   you share a space, but not a mind.   /   they think you are weak; you are, maybe. /   “what are you going to do with all of these pills?”   /   an empty bird’s nest.  /   broken pencil tips.   /   there’s an empty paper in front of you that you’ll never fill.  /   “we want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that.”   /   “they weren’t there when it happened.”  /   corruption.   /   there’s a red string tying you together.  /   the scent of whiskey on the horizon.   /   “you’re the best friend i’ve ever had.”   /  pink tipped fingers lock in secrecy.  /   99 red balloons drifting through a hazy sky.  /   you try to lift your head up, but it’s so much effort.    /   always walking on sunshine.   /   there’s a million reasons to come down from the clouds, but you can’t be bothered.   /   loon is the word of the day.   /   hair twisted up with glitter butterfly clips like a haphazard mobile.   /   you drift, but you know where you’re going. /   no one has any dirt on you because you’re infinitely spotless.   /   the empty side of your bed they crawled into when they were nine.   /   court hearings.   / “i miss you.”  /   siblings are a funny thing.   /   they point out every family-shaped hole in every picture on the mantelpiece.   /   ivy infiltrating an empty, corroded church. /   proud marble busts faceless & crumbling: a proud mirror to your waning sanity.   /   you will do anything to keep them. tear apart the world, mass murder: all that matters is that you’re together.  /   a cemetery by the moon, unblessed.   /   even when you walked one would think you waltzed. /   madmen know nothing, but you should have seen me.   /   my blood ran cold, ice cold.   /   power corrupts.

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@barrowred is this not mare?!

[princecardan]

the most problematic thing about marecal??? uh they enjoy running like seriously who does that

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ironxsilvcr:

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A - Age: 23 B - Biggest fear: loing my family or friends C - Current time: 9:00 AM D - Drink you last had:Coffee E - Every day starts with: turning off my alarm, getting dressed, and walking my enormous dog F - Favorite song: At the moment it’s probably Over You by Ingrid Michaelson G - Ghosts, are they real: I feel like there’s a good chance tbh I - In love with: My dog lol K - Killed someone: Nothing more than creepy crawlies that have made it into my apartment L - Last time you cried: About a week ago? Over something stupid. M - Middle name: This is one of those weird things I don’t give away online N - Number of siblings: Two sisters O - One wish: More financial stability (like if this area would stop raising its fair market rent prices that would be great) P - Person you last called/texted: a friend about plans for next week Q - Questions you are always asked: "How old are you really?”  R - Religion: Roman Catholic S - Song last sang: If I Loved You from Carousel T - Time you woke up: 8.30am U - Underwear color: White V - Vacation destination: Italy W - Worst habit: I have skin peeling on my thumb that I constantly pick at X - X-Rays you’ve had: One Y - Your favourite food: My grandma makes seafood pasta with fish and shrimp and scallops and it’s SO GOOD Z- Zodiac sign: Virgo