MIENNE

I don't believe in happy endings.

[reading-out-loud]

GUYS I NEED YOUR HELP

This is a screenshot of an ask from @vaveyard Tumblr: 

I know books are really hard to come by in some countries, either because they’re not published there, or because of the expense. I have an extra copy of King’s Cage I would love to get to this anon but who are they??? Help me to find them by signal boosting this post and I will send them my extra copy.

Anon, if we can find you, DM me your address and I will send you the book as long as you pass it along to friends/other readers when you’re done so you all can enjoy it. 

[reinerovge]

Hmm from the looks of this.. The anon is Filipino.

Anon, where na u, bes? 😂

[nirusie]

@redqueen-is-a-gem da fudge! Pinoy ka pooo? XD XD XD XD #beshiees sorry fc XD

[nirusie]

Every After the Twelfth Moon 🌙 It was the first smiling of the sun After twelve evolution of the moon The bell starts to chime, ringing The silence it holds starts shattering The tranquility is peeling away The painful noise comes The bell starts to chime Destroying its peace' rhythmn and rhyme Unpleasant for the bell to ring Feeling the banging inside its walls The pang inside is unbearable Writhing alone with no one to call But it knows, no one can come inside For it will devastate more the sound So it has to endure alone, Wrenching in rings it creates on its own It has always been like this During the rising sun, after the 12th moon is complete The bell feels to sound And so to pain, it is bound The bell wanted a company Yet longs to be alone The pain is lethal, but still it knows The bell has to sound, the bell has to grow. Every after the twelfth moon, the bell feels sad 😞

[arse-thetic]

#justiceformuslims

[csidesuicide]

I love every single person who reblogged this

[achromatiq]

I don’t think people realize how much of an impact this kind of support can have, I don’t think everyone knows what these little things can mean to us.

It may just be me, I don’t know. But every single time I see this on my dash or on someone’s blog or anywhere else, I kind of just breathe a sigh of relief. That’s one more person who cares. That’s one more person who doesn’t hate me.

Because it means so much, especially when all the media is spewing out is that I’m a terrible person and no one wants people like me near them. It means so much because I’m tired of people who won’t sit next to me in class, or who choose to join the longer line at the grocery store because they don’t want to be beside me and my family. It means so much when I have to lift my head any time someone says the words Islam or Muslim because I’m scared that they’ll say something that’ll hurt, when I have to pay attention to the news because who knows what so and so is saying now, who knows which of my people are being attacked now, who knows what’s going to happen to me now.

It means so much because I’ve been given the idea that the world is against me. And a huge part of it may be, but at least I’ve been reminded that some of it, just a small group of people, acknowledges that I’m a person too. That people like me are just that, people.

Maybe it’s just me, I don’t know. But now you do, so thank you for believing that I’m human when so many people don’t.

[ello-bby]

Have a great day x

[writing-prompt-s]

Go unfollow this blog all you want, I am reblogging this. 

[edeneye30]

I am aware this does not follow this blog’s style, however, I find it necessary to reblog this

[f-ire-fly]

Reblog this. It’s so important #justiceformuslims

[nirusie]

They are our brothers and sisters in humanity 

[nirusie]

Your Crown or Your Queen

Choose One: Your Crown or Your Queen (Part 1)

 M A V E N  C A L O R E

Crumpled papers litter the floor. I have been writing for a while to calm myself but my mind does otherwise. I can’t seem to focus on what I intended to do.  My heart slams loudly against my chest, wanting freedom. What am I to do? What am I to say?

I ordered the guards to wash her, dress her, and bring her to me. Here. In my room. I need to talk to her. I want to talk to her.

I pace around my room. Fixing the imaginary creases my mind seems to put on the newly ironed duvet so I could suppress my anxiety. At the least, I know I’m inside my room, not lost in my thoughts. I pace around again, then stopping every time in front of the walled mirror. I fix my hair. My heart continues to thud.

A loud knock on my room makes my heart scream more. Demanding freedom. I cleared my throat before speaking. Clinging to the hope that it will clear the anxiety rising in me.

“Come in.”

It seems that the world slows down, the swinging of the door takes a long moment. I long for the girl that it will revea…

Evangeline Samos.

“What are you doing here, my lady?” I smile.

“Why do you look so distressed?” She beams. “Am I not the one you are expecting?” She moves closer to me, but stopping just beside the window. We’re three steps apart. The sun is about to set and she basks in the lights of orange-yellow and pink. I can smell her fragrance. It’s intoxicating. I close my eyes for a moment, wanting to inhale her.

“I see you had a nice bath. Where are your guards, my lady?”

She only beams. Her smile reaching her eyes.

Yes. She’s beautiful. I grin, staring at her. She mirrors my smile. If this is a lie, I commend her for mastering the art of acting genuine.

“It’s not in your nature to be concerned.” I continue when she doesn’t answer and move closer to her. We both bathe ourselves in the glory of the setting sun.

“No. I guess not”, the beam never leaving her face. The wind whispers and her hair ruffles. Strands cutting the picture of her pretty face. “I’m not as bad as you think. I am your betrothed, King Maven Calore. I care about that person I’ll spend the rest of my life with.”

She doesn’t let me respond as she closes the gap between us. She plants her soft lips on mine. Automatically, I place my hands on her waist and pull her closer to me. Her dress and my suit are the only things keeping us apart. Her arms snake around my neck, her hands pull my hair.

I let my right-hand travel around her back. Tracing her curves, feeling her heat. The other hand rests on her waist, securing her.

My lips nibble hers. We only pull apart if we cannot suppress any longer our need to breathe.

We stay like this, for a little while. Crashing our lips against one another and letting our hands explore other’s territory. It has been like this for a couple of months now. Evangeline, visiting me at the most unexpected time just to fire me up and ignite my needs.

This… somehow… is a different one. Her kisses are sweet yet fiery. Her lips are screaming claims. I am yours. You are mine.

She let out a sigh of pleasure as I bite her lower lip and travel my hand to her front. Touching. She tightens her hold in me and her kisses become more demanding… claiming.

I try to match her intensity. Battling over the dark clouds of hesitation against the summer of the girl I am kissing. I nibble her lip as I push my tongue in. Yearning to taste more of her. But the fire is all I feel. Desires. I know, if I am as heartless as others think I am, Evangeline would be the perfect match.

But my heart thuds. I have a heart. Picture of her bubbles on my mind. Again, I battle against the clouds that threaten to make her vivid on my head. I kiss the girl in front of me. As if she was a rope so my thoughts won’t take me away from what is real. Evangeline is real.

Series of knocks echo in the room. At this moment, I know I must pull away. The fire dies instantly. Both of us were gasping for air. She bores her eyes on mine.

I want to ask her what she sees in me, in my soul. But it turns out that it is me who yearns to be asked by the very same question. What do I see in her? What is in her soul?

I cringe at the passing thought of possible answers.

“I’ll be back,” Evangeline says. She leans onto me again, plants a long, soft, wet kiss. My lips burn as I feel the after taste of the lips I just kissed.

She fixes her hair and positions herself, ready to leave. My queen, my betrothed, walks out of my room.

It was only then when I notice that the door opened when Evangeline’s voice says, “There comes the little lightning girl.” The guards bow as Evangeline passes. Mare didn’t.

Mare. Our eyes met.

“Bring her to me.” I say. My voice firm, but kinder. My eyes never leaving her face. The facets of torture are painted on her beautiful face. Still, I see beauty in it.

You could’ve been my Red Queen. My Red Queen.

The thunderstorm that has been occupying my mind since early this day hovers over me is in front of me.

A/N: Hello! If you reached this message, I’ll assume that you have read the whole fan fic. This story has been bothering me for a while now, the words wanted to be spilled and written. Anws, here it is. I hope you enjoy the first part. ((: As I have said, more Mare and Maven Writings coming up. Those might be the next part of this, or plain poems and prose. Thank you so much! Few weeks more before King’s Cage. I’m excited! ((: ~niruesie (writing for God’s glory) 012217 NO TO PLAGIARISM ((:

[nirusie]

Solve the following

1. 🔥 + 👑 = what 🏠? 2. 🔥 + ⚡️ = what ⛵️? 3. ⚡️ + 🐠 = what ⛵️? 4. 🔪 + 🔫 + 💣 + 🚩= ??? Game? Let's plaaay! 💕

[nirusie]

His name burns in mine 🔥

Yep! That’s me! My name is Mienne 👑

I’ll do more poems and prose about Red Queen Series. Thank you to those who have read some of my works! 😍😘 Credits to Sheena who made this calligraphy! ❤️😊

[nirusie]

I wonder what will happen if Mare got the chance to tell Cal what she feels?

Thoughts

[nirusie]

Another Book

Me: I want to read another book tonight.

Cal: No.

Maven: No.

Me: When do you want me to read another, then?

Mare: After the fourth installment.

Me: But that'll be in, what? 2019?

Shade: Just do what you're told. You don't want to be messing with these three.

Kilorn: Trust us. This is based on experience.

[nirusie]

STORM

I have always liked the rain The winds are again whispering Thunders are laughing. They all seem to ease the pain. When the skies darkened Brought by the gloomy clouds And all noise are silenced by raindrops. Healing are my scars that were deepened. Yes. I love storms. But as I gaze outside my window Surprised by the smiling sun. No storm, no gloomy clouds, no raindrops.

  That is when I realize The storm I was longing for The storm I am expecting Is raging inside.

[nirusie]

BLUE

I was told that blue is a color of sadness I almost believe that it is But the glimpses in your eyes Told me otherwise The blue of the ocean reflects your soul How deep it is Carry me in your waves, I'm not afraid I know I am safe in the waters you are made Do you know how I love the blue sky of the morning And the dark blue duvet that hovers above at night It comforts my tired heart You are just like the sky, you are a maginificent work of art! Those blue skies and blue waters Have comforted me in every ache And here's another, a girl who loves blue Thank you for telling me that the first line is not true 💙

[nirusie]

I AM MAVEN CALORE

I am sorry for all these wasted blood

All those silvers and reds, all bodies that flood

My kingdom, that I ought to protect. And you –

Mare, who had suffered the burden of our fates.

 Apologies won’t do so much good, considering all that I have done

Vainly, I started a war in which neither red nor silver won

Each day, I long for nothing but you, Mare, and my deliverance

Notwithstanding the pain I have willingly carved in your heart, I long for you - and your forgiveness.

 Can a heartless man get another chance? In another lifetime, I hope,

Another chance to see if goodness can overcome my dark, perilous heart?

Lowly, I bowed my head, as the shames of my life rises in my throat. I need to finish this.

Obediently, I followed the last wish of the beating one which has deceived me for so long. I need to finish this.

 Regret will follow my grave. Yes. But, Mare, I believe that even the darkest person deserves to rest.

Eventually, but not now. I understand. Your forgiveness will be with me in the afterlife.

Maven Calore,

House of Calore; House of Merandus

The real traitor prince; The fallen king

“Lies bring me up, lies will bring me down”

Writ this day,

November 28

Day of my Death

 “Close his eyes. Close his eyes, Cal.” I tremble at the sight of the lifeless body in front of me. Tainted in silver. A dagger pierced in his heart.

Cal goes to him and smoothly runs his hand over his brother’s face to shut his eyes.

“It’s going to be fine. Everything will be,” he says. He puts a warm hand over mine but even his fire can’t kill the coldness inside me. I shiver violently. Tears stream down on my face. I break our contact, snatching back my hand.

“I love him.”

“Mare.”

“He doesn’t deserve this.”

“No one does.”

“I forgive him.” I move closer to Maven’s body. “I forgive you. Even after everything.” I whisper, leaning to him. His temperature dropping and matching mine. For some reasons, I feel like we’re the same. He is lifeless, cold. Dead.

I am too! Lifeless. Cold. Dead. I can’t feel my heart beating. I can’t hear it beating.

“Mare. We have to go.”

“I hope my forgiveness finds you.” I can’t hear Cal. I can’t hear anyone. My tears are so loud. I plant a swift kiss on the corner of his lips. I allow myself to stay there for a while.

“Mare.” Cal moved closer to me. He puts a hand on my shoulder, urging me to stand up.

My lips are wet with both my tears and Maven’s silver blood. I stand beside Cal, both of us looking at the fallen king.

“I still love him. Until we meet again.” Cal knows the last four words are for his fallen brother.

After all this time, the real traitor prince, the betrayer, the murderer, the grandest liar… has my heart.

Photo uploaded by @lipnitskayah and tagging @vaveyard

[nirusie]

HEARTBEAT (You have to breathe)

I understand the race

That your heart is trying to win The ramble of thoughts in your head Recalling everything that was said I understand the pain The fear and the sadness You always feel when things are rough But let me tell you that you are tough Tougher than what you think Stronger than what you feel If you just breathe the air And let go of what you bear Life is unfair, it is given Struggles are its synonyms But life is more than what is seen Listen to your soul and see the places it has been In every heartbeat, there is pang In every blink, there is tear But let me tell you to breathe In every heartbeat, girl, you have to breathe Inhale the goodness you found Exhale the bane in your veins There is no other way You just have to breathe and enjoy each day

[nirusie]

How is it that, I am wounded By the pain I inflicted on others. I am sorry For those I have murdered Using my words

Thoughts

[nirusie]

It's alright As long as we are under the same sky Gazing at one moon, one sun Our hearts will always beat as one

[nirusie]

Sixth Moon 🌙 It has been a habit To gaze at the sky, to wait For the sixth moon to outshine The lamps on the street After that moonlight Time is up I will swim in the clouds With the hope to heal the blight Soon, the stars are within my reach Inside of a bird, I will be Soaring, inhaling the change of the winds Fredom, I will no longer beseech Those strips of white From another land will make this possible When the sixth moon shines Then, I have to say goodbye --- Photo reuploaded. Credits to Paolo Gudio for a wonderful shot of the moon.

[nirusie]

STAY AWAY (Save Yourself) Like a cloud hiding the light Something unhealthy blinding your sight Stay away from me, please I am hell and you deserve a bliss Just when you thought I am a flower Maybe I am, but poison is all I can offer Stay away, I don't want to add more pain You deserve all sweets but I am bane Like those weeds around a tree I suck all the positivity I am not someone to befriend You are an angel, I am a fiend Do not approach the danger zone I'm better left alone Those who came close got wounded Hearts tore and their souls bled

[nirusie]

FRUSTRATED (Inspired by Howl's Moving Castle) 😓 📚 Define frustration. Is it when you crave And long for more But can't suffice leaving an aching sore? Is it when you still want to travel But the ship arrived at port When you have to climb off And you have to set forth? Is it when a world is too heavy For a paper to carry And when the cover you once adore Closes that world's door? Is it when you still want to play and sing To know and explore To laugh and to cry But the ink ran dry? It seems to be. Frustration is when There is a lack of page And the story ends. 

--- I WANT A LEGIT BOOK 2 😭😭😭