Ugly Photoshoping

Every generation on the island of Fennbirn, a set of triplets is born: three queens, all equal heirs to the crown and each possessor of a coveted magic. (…) But becoming the Queen Crowned isn’t solely a matter of royal birth. Each sister has to fight for it. And it’s not just a game of win or lose…it’s life or death. The night the sisters turn sixteen, the battle begins. The last queen standing gets the crown.

But I was wrong. That color meant everything. It was a command to the Queen’s ladies that they shouldn’t greet me or acknowledge that I’d entered a room. It was an indelible line drawn between me and the other Grisha. It was a signal to the King that he could follow me into my chambers and press me up against the wall, that I was available for his use. That there was no point to crying out.

For @sansapotter​ 

Rickon Stark

He was using words as chains to bind her again. He’d had so many chances over the years to tell her that he loved her—he’d known how much she’d craved those words. But he hadn’t spoken them until he needed to use them as weapons.

Run away with me Lost souls in revelry Running wild and running free Two kids, you and me Long live the pioneers Rebels and mutineers Go forth and have no fear Come close and lend an ear  And I said hey Hey, hey, hey Living like we’re renegades

A Much Very Happy Birthday for the dear  @themiddleliddle​

The Third Life: Old Women

 The brighter the star, the faster it burns, the quicker it dies. The darker the night, the colder it seems, the lonelier it feels.

Stars that die quickly are born slowly, with century after century spent collecting what is needed to reignite. To shine.

Lonely nights are born quickly and die slowly, with century after century spent losing what is needed to remember. To love.

But sometimes in the dark, in the loneliness, there are mothers. And mothers do not lose as easily.

Lone Candles, by Nymja

“The novice Evanjalin has a gift, and I promise you this: in my time I have come across many who claim to have extraordinary gifts, but I know this girl speaks the truth. She professes to have walked through the sleep, not only of your beloved heir, but of your people trapped inside Lumatere.” It was one of the most fanciful stories…

The Second Life: The Heretic

Over one hundred years ago, a girl fell from a cliff. Her bones will stay forever in the valley, but the rest of her went somewhere else.

Over one hundred years ago, a boy and his mother fled from a village. Part of his heart will always belong to that girl, but the rest of it was put away for something else.

They meet again when she is twenty three, in the city of Kribirsk. And the boy has not been a boy for a very long time.

In their first life together, he came to her with blankets. In their second, he comes to her in chains.

The first life, The Firebird 

They’ve lived ten lives together. Only one has ended happily.

It’s believed that shadows chase the light. But the truth of it is that the world was born from darkness. It’s known that light is the only thing that can conquer the bleak stretches of empty space. But the fate of every candle is to go to the dark when it is extinguished. Every time he is born, she follows. Every time she dies, he waits.

“He has served countless kings, faked countless deaths, bided his time, waiting for you.”

“People need hope, symbols. After Father Gabriel died, Ramon and I tried to give that to them.”

“You do,” Loup said. “But why doesn’t everyone?”

“Oh, honey!” Her face softened. “That’s one of God’s biggest goddamned mysteries, isn’t it? And if I ever meet the mother-fucker, I’ll be sure to ask”

Roadtrip AU because…

Them arguing over which music to play and in the end they just play the funkiest songs they can find like the playlist of Shrek or what does the fox say and slowly everyone of them start singing along to the songs until they’re all screaming their lungs out and performing them dramatically…