#mare barrow

Officially passed 100k woohoo

Lyric from Glory and Gore by Lorde

Nominee for Best Fanfiction and Best Alternate Universe in the Red Queen Awards

In war, healers are the first to die. House Skonos stood tall and proud before the Newblood uprising, a noble house that served the highest titles in the land. Their head would heal the king himself, easing wrinkles and gray hairs for all his days. Mother liked to grumble about it in the mirror. Then came the mutations. Their sister house, Blonos, was able to flee. As their ability was to heal themselves, they thought they had nothing to fear when the rats came pounding at their door. But one arm was grabbed, then another, the life force draining from their skin. Leechers, they were called. House Carver, they named themselves. Skonos healed others. They could not heal themselves. _ Mareven Role Swap AU where Newbloods rule, Reds are still oppressed, and Silvers exist in a hazy space in between

Mare: Would wish for a billion dollars💲 and either get her family out of poverty or get her in jail for money laundering/tax evasion.

Maven: Would wish for Cal to go bald 🦲 or his dad...whichever pissed him off more that day.

Cal: Does not like fortune telling, and the premise of a wish-fulfilling twig is adjacent to that. So, no❌️, unless it's explained to him, then he wishes to eat all the sweets🍨 he wants without the health-related consequences.

Evangeline: Doesn't use it on her cause she is ✨️Perfection✨️, but would wish for better parents, though.

Farley: Would wish for all the classist, racist, and elitist to disappear.🌬

Kilorn: Would wish for the ability to always be invited to group activities.👭👬

Maven Calore has been given a second chance. Kidnapped by a girl claiming to be his sister, he's been sent back in time to the day of Queenstrial. Desperate to win back the love he lost, he agrees to her plan: relive the next couple of months so their mother survives.

But as the months draw to an end, so too do his options. The choice is clear: Mare or Elara. The boy he could've been . . . or the monster he became.

i cried when a gecko (idk if this is the right translation fuck it) appeared in my room and u’re telling that girl had the pressure of ending a fucking centuries old monarchy??? bffr