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[jeuneoiseau]

I’ve got a car full of clothes in california// //where do I go from here?

[brightjin]

so uh i wanted to get back into writing a bit after being away so here’s a random drabble that’s probably pretty bad since im SO OUT OF PRACTICE

The Red Queen stands on her balcony, looking out over her city. In the darkness of the night, the streetlights look like they are mirroring the stars above, a piece of heaven brought down to Earth. Moonlight shimmers in the bay. The war ships are still, but their tattered sails betray their violent past. The Queen sips her wine, then sighs deeply. Despite her many years as Queen, the reality of the situation she is in has still not sunk in.

As a child, the Queen liked to play pretend. She was born an ordinary city girl, not a princess, which meant that pretending she had more became her favourite pastime. Sometimes she would pretend that she was the daughter of a famous silk merchant, that she got to wear his dresses and present them to the aristocracy. Sometimes she would pretend that a young prince fell in love with her and they ended up marrying and living happily ever after. When her parents were killed by people they owed money to, her fantasies changed. Sometimes she would pretend that she was a heartless assassin, a ruthless swordswoman who avenged the death of her parents. Sometimes she would pretend that she had magic and burned the whole city to the ground. One day, when she witnessed the murder of one of her friends, she decided to stop pretending and start acting.

A Queen is not expected to be able to fight, but the Red Queen can. Every day she fought and trained, ever since that day she decided that she could not, would not, turn her back anymore. After many years, she became strong, strong enough to defeat any opponent. The first blood she spilled was of the men who killed her parents. She slashed their throats mercilessly, yet her face did not betray a single emotion. The next to fall to her blade was the man who killed her friend. He died begging for mercy, but the Queen-to-be had none to give. Soon, the people of the town began to recognize her and praise her for her acts. To them, she was their liberator. The Red Queen saw herself as their executioner.

Killing a King is easier than killing his men. This lesson was learned quickly by the Red Queen and she decided that she would be stronger than all of her men. As she pierced the heart of the man that had let his city fall to depravity and corruption, all she could think about was how pathetic he sounded as he screamed and sobbed. Her army, an army made of up city folk and beggars, bowed before her as she placed the bloody crown on her head. They called her the Red Queen, because she was red all over. The armor she wore was red with blood, her sword was dipped in blood, and the blood of the old king trickled down her face. In the sunset, she looked as if she was made of blood and flames.

All that she wanted to be was a fair and just ruler. All that she wanted was to be loved by her people and make them happy. One cannot always get what you want. It began with the executions of high command, who had plotted to murder the Queen because they saw her as weak. The Red Queen replied by beheading them publicly, her white silk dress becoming stained with blood. It continued with strict rules regarding travel to neighbouring kingdoms and restrictions in the market. The Red Queen was becoming paranoid that her people would want to overthrow her, as she had overthrown her predecessor. Instead of preventing the resentment of the people, she allowed it to flourish under these rough conditions, yet realized nothing. All that she realized was her magic potential, a raw power within her that was awakening as she descended into madness and paranoia.

The Red Queen stands on her balcony, looking out over her city. Behind her, she can hear the group of men sent to kill her struggling with the locks on the door. Drawing her sword, she takes another sip of wine before throwing the goblet out the window. The sound of glass breaking mixes with the breaking of the door; all that she has built up, her kingdom, breaking. The group of men look at her, hesitant to attack the Red Queen, wearing a soft silk dress, the colour of a white lily. To them, she looks pure and innocent, like a defenseless woman. The Red Queen does not hesitate as she surges forward and slashes at the four men, cutting through their armour like butter. They fall to the ground, gurgling blood as they draw their last breaths. A second group of men arrive, then a third, but the Red Queen simply smiles as they surround her. Some soldiers look at her in her bloodstained dress with fear, others with disgust. The Red Queen does not care how they look at her.

Any last words, Queen? One soldier sneers as he raises his sword.

You will burn. All of you will burn. The Red Queen smiles, her eyes bright as if lit up by fire from within.

Everything is silent for a second. Nothing heard except for the sea breeze and soft breathing. Then the Red Queen raises her hands, up towards the ceiling and the night sky beyond, and the room bursts into red flames. The flames spread to the rest of the city and the calm of the night is disrupted by the sound of screaming and the roaring of the fire. As the others scream for mercy, the Red Queen is still smiling, despite the fact that her skin is turning into ash.

How poetic, she thinks, that my entire kingdom loves me so much that it burns when I do.

[brillopal]

I love tiddly-pom

[cuddlykier-blog]

For those who care...

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[cuddlykier-blog]

do you talk to yourself a lot?

yeah

[ewlucifer-blog]

Happy Birthday!! :D Have a wonderful day xxx

Thank you so much titty porn! You have a wonderful day too! 

[brightjin]

*whispers* blub

lizzie why are u so cute

[brightjin]

You + Lizzie because you're both awesome and I'd like you to produce me some grandbabies of such an awesome level they make non-awesome people explode

hell yeah son lizzie just gotta get her fine ass here and we'll make you some ridiculously awesome grandbabies right now you gonna be a proud empress of the universe