rq game

I’m looking for some new blogs to follow!

If you blog any of the following please reblog this! (likes don’t count, sorry pals)

  • Shades of Magic
  • The Raven Cycle
  • Six of Crows
  • The Grisha Trilogy
  • Red Queen
  • Harry Potter
  • All For The Game
  • basically I’m looking for ya lit +aesthetics!

if my mutuals could reblog this I would love u forever(I mean I already do but u know what I mean)

  • Me talking to the most decent moral character in the universe: Listen up you little shits!
  • Me talking to the worst, most amoral, murdering psychopathic character in the entire universe: Except you, I love you. So glad you are here
Each house as: a board game
  • Gryffindor: Blockhead – can be played up to 20 people, but still epic final duels, dramatic tension escalates thoroughly
  • Hufflepuff: Time’s Up! – team strategy, Answers Not Quite As Expected™, hilarity ensues
  • Ravenclaw: Mastermind – quiet game, simple but endless, the scienz of duduction pretty much
  • Slytherin: Conspiracy – Bluff™, *slams hands upon table before revealing awfully high sum of money*, persuade your ennemies into pestering one another and sneak up to victory

Red Queen Characters playing Hide and Seek

Mare: lets others count and steals their money at the same time

Cal: plays it correctly and hides in the fireplace with fire on

Maven: walks away, because he thinks he has better things to do

Evangeline: ignores it, because she thinks she is too old for this stuff

Ptolemus: doesn’t understand why this should be funny

Elane: hides behind Evangeline

Farley: shows Clara how to make a surprise attack

Iris: observes the game during her workout

Kilorn: knots other peoples shoelaces and laughs when they fall

If Kilorn Warren and Gale Hawthorne met
  • Kilorn: Yo
  • Gale: Sup
  • Kilorn: Did you get friendzoned?
  • Gale: Yup
  • Kilorn: Did you see your girl get kissed by that new guy?
  • Gale: Another yup.
  • Kilorn: Did you-
  • Gale: Let's just say we are kind of the same character except that you are more harsh than me and we are in different books. Wanna get a drink?
  • Kilorn: Yea why not.
RQ Name Game

1.) Your FIRST letter of your FIRST name.

A B C D E - Maven
F G H I J - Evangelo
K L M N O - Farley
P Q R S T - Kilorn
U V W X - Cal
Y Z -Mare

2.) Your LAST letter of your LAST

A B C D E F G - wants to
H I J K L M N - loves to
O P Q R S T - likes to
U V W X Y Z - hates to

3.) Your SECOND letter of your FIRST name.

A B C - kill people
D E F - catch fish
G H I - fight
J K L - dance
M N O - eat
P Q R - watch their enemies suffer
S T U - sleep
V W X - watch the dawn
Y Z - bitch

3.) Your SECOND letter of your LAST name.

A B C D - with Mare
E F G H I - with Maven
J K L M - with Cal
N O P Q - with Farley
R S T U - with Evangeline
V W X - with Kilorn
Y - with Gisa
Z - with Elara

how accurate is yours?

Farley x Shade Hunger Games AU


~District 4, 4 years, 2 months before~

“As always, ladies first,” the over exuberant, way-too-high-pitched capitol representative squeals, making Farley cringe. One more year until she could live in victor’s village and never had to listen to that voice in person again. “Iris Cygnet-”

“I volunteer as tribute” Farley’s voice is loud and sure, unfaltering in it’s purpose as she raises a shakeless hand. Her eyes catch the mayor’s daughter as her body seems to collapse in relief. Farley struts up to the stage with a slight smirk.

“And your name, dear?” The microphone is thrust in front of her face unceremoniously. She barely blinks in surprise.

“Diana Farley.” Her reply is clipped and dangerous, a clear dare to any other tribute. She curls a lip to add to the effect. Her father stands in the crowd behind the barriers and nods at her, his one good eye seeming proud of her. He had trained her since she could walk to win these games. She would be the reaper from hell.

~Victor’s village, 1 year, 2 months before~

She watched the reapings with hawks eyes, assessing everyone with her clear head and crisp eyes. She saw nothing interesting in the ten year olds from district nine and reviewed how screwed they were against everyone else.

1,2, the usual careers, tough but honestly brainless. 3, 4, smarter but not necessarily tougher. 5,6, boring, unlikely to become victors despite how intimidating the 5 girl looks. 7, 8, brawny and brainy but ultimately unfit for the games. She watches 10’s reaping and adds to the list.

9,10, children.

The 11’s were obviously good with scythes but not much else.

And the runts come along Farley thinks as she watches 12’s reaping on her screen.

“Ladies first… Poppy Harthway” a whole lot of annoyed murmurs burst throught the crowd as a smaller-than-average 13 year old walked on stage.

“And the boy… Alexander Harthway,” silence as an equally frail looking 16 year old walks out of his section. Farley normally tried to be apathetic, but when two siblings with an equally horrible chance at winning are chosen, she felt a pang of sympathy.

“I volunteer as tribute,” the words shock her as she watches a thin but muscular 18 year old step out of the crowd. He stalks forward and lets Alexander embrace him in relief. Farley notes the 18 year old whisper something inaudible that made Alex slump further in relief.

“And what’s your name?” The capitol lady asks the man when he reaches the stage.

“Shade Barrow,” he doesn’t stutter and Farley gains a lot of respect for him because of it. He had the broad shoulders of a miner and was tall with short brown hair and golden brown eyes. Attractive for someone from district 12.

They lead them off the stage and the broadcast automatically turns off.

Farley lets her tense shoulders drop and stands to place her now-empty coffee cup in the kitchen.

With four words, this games just got a hell of a lot more interesting. She was now curious to see how this year’s games played out.

~Capitol, 1 month before~

“Farley!” she recognises the yelling voice and turns slightly to face the other victor jogging toward her. She raises an eyebrow as he falls into step beside her. His long legs kept up with her pace easily and she didn’t bother trying to outrun him. They walk towards the training centre in a brisk pace and Farley notes a scowl cross Shade’s face.

“I hate this place,” she nods, underdstanding what he meant. She didn’t enjoy being in the Capitol either.

“I saw your sister get reaped. I-”

“If you say ‘I’m sorry’ I will throw something at you.”

“I was going to ask if she was handling this okay, you ass,” Farley punches his arm for interrupting her. He jokingly recoils from her, feigning pain and rubbing his arm. She doesn’t tell him that punching him is like punching concrete. No point boosting his ego.

“Mare’s okay. She’s tough. Besides, she’ll train as hard as possible to win.”

“I can’t imagine she enjoys listening to you in any aspect of life,” he releases a small humourless chuckle.

“She keeps saying that she can do it herself, but what I wouldn’t have given for guidance last year,” Farley nods at his words.

“Well, maybe she’s just stubborn enough to win. If I remember correctly, you were.”

“Yeah but that was because I had promised mum I’d stay alive. And now I’ve promised her I’ll train her daughter who is just as stubborn. How are your careers?”

Farley sighs and runs a hand through her short blond hair.

“As bloodthirsty as ever.”

~ 1 week before ~

Shade sat hunched on the seat, watching the holograph with razor edge focus, his knee bouncing erratically and annoyingly. Mare is on the screen, fighting with a girl with silver hair who is covered in scarlet blood.

“Evangeline Samos, district 2, so far, 4 kills,” Farley whispers, stance matched with Shade.

“Mare Barrow, district 12, so far, 5 kills,” he bites back, turning to glare with molten eyes, “I don’t need the run through of everyone. You know Mare’s training score makes her dangerous.”

“Yeah, and take it from someone who got the same impossible score, it also makes her a target, Shade. I’m saying the stats because I believe in knowing my enemy, not to deter you,” his tapping knee begins to annoy her and she pushes it down with her hand and holds it.

“She’ll be fine. I’m sure of it.”

“I hope you’re right, Farley.”

They return to strained silence.

Her hand doesn’t leave his knee.

~ Present ~

The bunker was disgusting, the air constantly moist. She hated feeling confined, and this was the epitome of a military style cage. But at least she’d been given clearance to go anywhere, unlike the man that walked next to her, a warm hand pressed gently against her lower back. She relished in it.

The Scarlet Guard (why they were called that no one knew) had set up headquarters all around the country, including deep underground the Capitol. This bunker exists under the ruin of district 12 and is where most of command resides.

As well as where they were keeping the presidents son.

Well ex-presidents son. The extraction was messy, lets just say that.

“Do you think this will work?” Shade’s voice was soft to ensure it didn’t echo down the corridor.

“It has to,” she murmurs, nodding at the guard as they walk past his post. Shade mimics the gesture with same solemnity. “We just need to pray that the Colonel isn’t around his cell.”

“Colonel doesn’t give a shit ‘bout Calore, he won’t be there. Mare’s cell though…” Shade trails off and Farley knows exactly where his mind goes. The stunt that the two of them pulled… breaking the arena. It was dangerous. And Capitol level stupid. Plus pissing off the higher-ups in the guard is never a good choice.

“Your sister will be harder to get out but we’ll manage. We always do.”

They continued their brisk pace down the hall towards the cellblocks. Shade’s hand never moves from her lower back. Honestly, he hadn’t strayed from her much in the last couple of weeks, maybe because she was his only… friend or… other things.

But Farley didn’t have time to think about the middle Barrow child.

No, she had a presidents son to rescue.

anonymous asked:

do you no longer talk about the way you mashed up popular books to create red queen for the money??? is it in the past???? and how you used to talk shit about other aspiring authors in the genre? you used to talk mad shit too.. about how they sucked and publishing was so much easier than what they made it out to be

I forgot that no one has ever been inspired by another book ever (of course I talk about mash-ups still, I pitch RQ as Hunger Games meets Game of Thrones meets X-Men all the time, it’s an easy shorthand, it’s how you pitch and talk about projects). 

Please point out where I’ve talked shit (seriously, I’d like to rectify).

You’re right, publishing is sooooo easy (of course it isn’t, I talk all the time about the ups and downs of this job. Do I talk about how it’s easier to get your work in front of an agent in lit than it is in film/tv? Yes, because that’s a fact. Lit agents have open emails and they read blind queries. Entertainment agents usually don’t read things unsolicited. I’m sorry you misinterpreted this). 

And baby, if I was pursuing a career just for the money, I sure as shit wouldn’t have chosen to go into creative writing.


Semi-Finals Audio Verse Awards 2017

Hey, so this is a small reminder to go vote in this years Audio Verse Awards for our favourite Horror podcast and Rusty Quill Gaming. If you’re worried that RQG and TMA are both in the Best Ongoing Production Category, worry not, you don’t have to decide between them. In the semi-finals you can vote for more than one podcast in a category. So please go and support the RQ Team.

Voting is open until the 30th October!

Best Audio Engineering for an Outgoing Production
Alexander J Newall for Rusty Quill Gaming

Best Audio Engineering for a comedic Production
Alexander J Newall for Rusty Quill Gaming

Best Ongoing Production
Rusty Quill Gaming
The Magnus Archives

Best Comedic Production
Rusty Quill Gaming

Best Writing for an Ongoing Production
Jonathan Sims for The Magnus Archives

Best Writing for a dramatic Production
Jonathan Sims for The Magnus Archives

Best Dramatic Production
The Magnus Archives

Best Actor in a Leading Role for a Dramatic Production
Jonny Sims as Jonathan Sims in The Magnus Archives