#maraven

[lilyharvord]

The Great War taylor swift for mare and maven

bestie... bestie you have to promise... bestie... promise you won't get mad. DON'T BE MAD! ....... it's giving Marecal from glass sword through war storm ): I'm sorry bestie 😞.

I'm partial to: so it goes and high infidelity and my tears ricochet for Maraven.

#(*ask lily*) #(*shut up lily*) #red queen #glass sword #kings cage #war storm #broken throne #post broken throne #maven calore #mare barrow #listen #I'm not a maraven writer #so my stuff is conjecture #but these are the vibes for them if you ask me #especially my tears ricochet #sorry bestie #didn't mean to take great war away from you.... #):

[outoftowninac]

IN A NET / THE NET

1918

In A Net (aka The Net) is a three act play by Maravene Thompson based on her novel The Woman's Law . It was originally produced by Lee Kugel.  It starred Izetta Jewel. 

Thompson's The Woman's Law was originally serialized in The American Magazine between November 1913 and April 1914 before being published as a novel in 1914. The Woman’s Law served as the basis for a silent film in 1916. 

It took Thompson three years to adapt the book to a playscript. 

The story of Allayne Norman and her husband Bruce. He commits murder and convinces Allayne to help him blame the crime on a man suffering from amnesia. After Bruce dies and the man recovers, he marries Allayne.

The play opened in Atlantic City at Nixon’s Apollo Theatre on May 16, 1918. After AC, the play went to DC, where hometown girl Izetta Jewel was singled out for praise. Jewel had retired from the stage three years earlier to marry William G. Brown, Governor of West Virginia.  It then went to Ford’s in Baltimore, after which it succumbed to the 1918 Flu epidemic and stopped performances - at least temporarily. 

In November, Kugel mentioned his goal of producing the play in the new year, “when the influenza has become merely a bad dream.”

In preparation for Broadway, the play tried out in Ithaca NY at the Lyceum. After one night, it moved to Detroit at the Garrick. 

Re-titled The Net, the play finally opened on Broadway at the 48th Street Theatre (aka The Widsor) on February 10, 1919. 

“As drama, it has not the slightest excuse for existence.” ~ BROOKLYN LIFE

Critics complained it was just another amnesia play and it closed a week later. Stock rights were sold and the play began being performed regionally. 

In 1923, a silent film adaptation was released after many delays. Like the play, The Net was not well-received by critics. The film is believed to be lost. 

It played in Atlantic City at the Central Theatre on Atlantic Avenue.  

#In the Net #The Net #Broadway #Atlantic City #Nixon's Apollo Theatre #Maravene Thompson #A Woman's Law #Izetta Jewel #Lee Kugel

[harinishivaa]

Maraveno- A VanMozhi OS

Kandariyadhada Kandu has now expanded into Maraveno andK Kandariyadhadha Kandu- I am going to call this an OS and the next one its sequel. 

*****

His sister wanted him at Pazhayarai immediately. 

He knew the code for this- Chozha Nadu was in even more danger than before, and it worried him. He also noted that she had once more purposely excluded details about Vanathi in her olai. He was debating on how to phrase a question about Vanathi to Vanthiyathevar, when the man said, “I have one more olai for you, Ilavarase.”

He looked at Vanthiyar, suddenly curious. Could it be his.. ‘No no, Arulmozhi, stop thinking she will send you an olai, no matter how much you yearn for it.’

He shook his head through Vanthiyar’s banter with Nambi, still curious about the olai. He looked at Vanthiyar, who stepped forward, saying, “Kodumbalur Ilavarasi Vanathi Devi anuppiyadhu. (Kodumbalur Ilavarasi Vanathi Devi has sent).” 

“Olai koduthanupinaala? (She sent an olai?)” he asked, shocked, awed, and just a little confused. He took the olai, hearing Vanthiyar talk of how she had sent it in secret. But his eyes were on the cover, the purposeful design on it, probably hand stitched by Vanathi- the elephant and flower alternate design told him everything he needed to know. She had kept him in her thoughts, and hopefully her heart. His eyes traced the cover as he smiled, knowing his eyes held that hint of absolute love her name evoked in him. He slid the thread out, hearing Vanthiyar and Nambi banter still, their words registering in some sort of his brain, though all he was focused on was her olai. 

He opened the olai as Nambi and Vanthiyar left, thankful that he could pursue her words alone. He could feel a smile erupt on his face as his eyes were graced with her handwriting. This was the first time he had seen it with his eyes, and he felt like they had been touched by the cooling rays of the moon. 

‘Thodudaiya Seviyan Vidai Eriyor 

ThooVenmathi Soodi- Kaadudaiya

Sudalai Podi Pusi En

Ullam Kavar Kalvan,’ he read the soothing Thevaram sung by Thirugnanasambandhar in a fit of Divine devotion at the young age of three. His eyes stayed on the term Ullam Kavar Kalvan for a moment longer, and then he continued to read the other three verses she had added. Every pearl-like meaning stood in front of him like he had learnt it only a day ago. 

‘Edudaiya malaran munai naal

Panindhetha arul seydha-

Peedudaiya piramapura meviya

Pemman ivan andre,’ he smiled further, reading this,delighted that she remembered their conversation about the same Thevaram well enough to send him it, just as he was wondering about her. 

He read the next three verses than she had sent, joy filling his heart, and he lowered the scroll, smiling, remembering her beautiful brown eyes, sparkling with life and mischief, of her soft expressions, her curved jawline and coral red lips, whose smile dimpled her glowing, golden cheeks. 

“Unnai endrum maraven, anbe, (How will I ever forget you, my love?)” he whispered, tucking her scroll into a special cabinet, to read whenever he felt he needed her. 

Hopefully, this will tide him over till he meets her again!

****

He could feel himself sink in deeper and deeper, his dream from the previous night flashing in his eyes. 

It was his beloved Kodumbalur maiden, holding an aarati thattu and standing at the banks of the Ponni. He felt and saw her lean down, and admired her loose plait, falling down her back like a vine, as she placed flowers in prayer to Ponni thaai. 

“Ponniyin Selvare, come back home safely,” her sweet voice said, and he had felt his heart fill when he saw the yearning in her eyes reflect the state of his heart. Did she know what he felt, he wondered. 

‘I will come home to you, Vanathi. To you and to Akka,’ he thought, just as he saw his sister come up behind Vanathi and touch her shoulder. Both faces held worry, worry that he wanted to wipe from their faces, and bring back smiles. 

And now…

And now, would he go back home?

Yes he will.

‘piththA piRai sUdI perumAnE aruLALA

eththAn maRavAdhE -ninaikkindREn manaththu unnai

vaiththAy peNNaith thenbAl veNNey -nallUr aruL thuRaiyuL

aththA unakku ALAy ini allEn enal AmE’

Arulmozhi Varman sank into the Ocean, completely Surrendering to Shiva, praying that his Emperuman would take him back to where he belonged. 

Where his Emperuman took him, there he would be.

**********

Vanathi had been living a huskless life for some time now. 

Ever since the departure of her Ponniyin Selvar, her life had seemed less colourful. There had been no communication directly with him- though he did ask after her every time he sent a message to Akka. And Kundavai Akka teased her a lot about it. 

But Vanathi had cherished his questions, for it meant he thought about her too sometimes, though she knew he was occupied with so many things in Eezham, the largest of which was to craft war strategies and protect his army as much as he can. 

But that she was there on his mind enough that he always asked after her- she blushed, a smile on her face just because of him. 

But now.. 

At least her Thevar was okay, she thought, as she watched him from where she sat at his feet, the fever not quite subsiding. 

She had had a few days of complete lifelessness, of a loss that her lamp indicated had not happened, and yet the words she had heard…

“Ponniyin Selvar had drowned in the sea!”

Even now she wanted to close her ears, just hearing those words ringing in her mind and heart, as if on loop. 

“Thevare, thevare,” she whispered, gently pressing his feet. “Calm, Thevare.”

She continued massaging his feet, thankful as he calmed down, as if her touch had inspired that calmness in him. She hoped she could help him a little at least, and continued her ministrations, moving to the head of his bed, running her hand through his luscious hair.

“Anbe,” she whispered softly, mumbling sweet, loving words of reassurance, unaware that he was hearing every word, and aching to reciprocate each of them with the love he too held for her. 

She continued running her hand through his hair, before suddenly remembering that she had Vibhuti from Ishvara to apply for him. She removed her hand, a whimper leaving his mouth. She looked at him worried and hopeful. 

Had he woken up? 

But that was not the case. He was still having a restless fever. Sadly sighing, she took the Vibhuti, applying it on his forehead gently, singing, “Manthiram Avadhu Neeru…”

*****

Arulmozhi saw his sister in front of him, as he finally opened his eyes after days of restless fever. 

“Iru veera ilavarasargalukku naduvil valarndhaval naan (I have grown up amidst two brave warrior princes). I shouldn’t cry. Make me laugh.” 

Oh Akka, how he had missed her. 

“When I wasn’t there, did you find some man and capture his heart, Akka?” He asked, delighted to see the mild blush that alighted his sister’s cheeks. So his understanding hadn’t been wrong. 

“Poda. Vanthiyathevan said…” she looked flustered, and he couldn’t help but rejoice in the fact. 

“Oh, avar dhaana adhu? (Oh, is it him?)” He sat up slowly, knowing he was being watched and be turned around, meeting the doe eyes of his Vanathi, her eyes filled with hope, joy, relief and tears. His knee jerk reaction was to get up and go to her, cup her cheeks and wipe the tears away, kiss her forehead and hold her close to him. But the moment she saw him looking at her, she hid, once again. 

He turned his focus back to his sister, ignoring the smirk that danced in her eyes, focusing on the details that they had to discuss. 

****

Arulmozhi was going crazy. 

Where was his beautiful maiden? Why was she not here? The one who was to be his wife? 

He still remembered his Akka’s words, which had made him light up like the Sun. 

“Arulmozhi, another important thing. Patti and Amma are of the opinion that you and Vanathi should get married as soon as this mess is sorted out. I also believe so. Would you be amenable to that?” 

Would he be amenable to that? 

To marry his beloved? With whom he has already exchanged rings? Who still seemed to hide from him? 

Hmm, what was he to do? 

He lit up, smiling widely. All he needed was a scroll, some ink, and Vanthiyar!

****

I am doing a separate post on the Thevarams, which is why I have not explained them here. 

@vibishalakshman @thelekhikawrites @thegleamingmoon @nspwriteups @ragkee @whippersnappersbookworm @thirst4light @dumdaradumdaradum @yehsahihai @dr-scribbler @hollogramhallucination @kovaipaavai @willkatfanfromasia @anushyaselvaraj @nature-writes29 Please tell me your thoughts. 

#ponniyin selvan #ponniyin selvan 2 #arulmozhi #vanathi #vanmozhi #kundavai

[imjulia-andilikecats]

Maraven Idea: Maven (Hunter) x Mare (Forest Nymph)

Warning: Mentions of Blood, death animals and Maven with a gun.

Maven Calore might not be the heir of the Calore Manor or his father's favorite. However, there is no denying that Lady Merandus' son was a skilled hunter.

With his lean build and graceful movements, he could effortless stalk his prey without making any sound.

Maven loved hunting. The smell of crunching leaves, the warmth of the rifle resting on the palm of his hand and the satisfaction of bringing home a prize for his family, especially his father, to see.

He hunted wild rabbits that borrow deep in the ground, grinning foxes that laugh maniacilly everytime they outwit your traps and even birds that fly high in the sky, with feathers that help them blend with the trees.

As much as Maven enjoys bringing home his trophies. He never mounted them. Opting on returning them to where all living beings came from. The ground and worms.

One day, Maven decided that it was a perfect time for hunting. Quickly preparing himself for that day. Wearing his forest green hunting cloak, paired with his dark green hat. Making him blend with the surroundings.

As he enters the forest. He immediately headed toward his favorite spot.

The north east of the forest, where the grass grow tall and wild. A sizeable stream with its noise muffling his steps, the mounts of soil and heavy boulders srrounding the steam and the occasional forest creature needing to quench its thirst.

Maven hid behind a wide , flat rock. Resting his arms and setting his rifle on it. As he makes sure its pointed across the stream. His knees sinking into the soft moss. Not caring of the mud seeping through his clothes.

Maven started to court. Timing it with his breath, as he slowly counted down. This process making his movements minimal and as still as a statue.

Not long after, he hears rustling from the distance. Slowly pointing his rifle towards the sound. As his strain his neck to hear it better.

He could hear the snapping sounds of dried twigs and light thuds. A rabbit couldn't make that noise.

Each thud takes a few long seconds for another one to follow, each time getting closer. A fox couldn't make such long strides.

Maven's heartbeat quickened, as he felt a sudden rush of excitment.

"Could it be?" He thought.

Before he could picture the forest animal that he so wanted to bring home.

A flash of light brown fur and long, thin, limbs caught his eyes.

Maven almost bolted in his spot.

Fast. As his finger found its way to the trigger. His eyes, never leaving its spotted fur.

He only grinned. But not fast enough.

Bang.

Maven saw it stumble in the plush shrubs, hearing it grunt in pain, its limbs kicking the plants and earth.

He stood for a moment. Never lowering his guard, rifke still aimed at the shribs, if it dares to run away from him.

When the cries of agony and rustling, started to dwindle down to near quiet, that's when Maven started to walk towards his quarry.

Taking long strides, the grin never leaving his face. He could picture his father's distraught face when he brings home this deer and bury it with the others.

His musing stops, when noises started to change. The nasally huffs, replaced with human-like groans. Higher pitched, almost feminine.

Maven's brows knitted together, as he stood inches towards the "animal" that he shot.

The deer was nowhere to be found.

In its place, was a young woman in a white nightgown.

Her long brown hair, covered most of her face, but Maven knew she was in great pain, as he watched her lay on her side, curling in pain. Her blood-drenched hand grip her thigh, trying to keep anymore blood from flowing out.

As a son of a noblemen, Maven would usually run towards the lady, tend her wounds and carry her to safety.

But as a hunter, Maven knew better.

This woman is no lady. As he studied her closely. Her dress, arms, legs, even her hair were covered in thin, coiling vines. Small white and purple flowers, decorating her wavy brown hair.

Her ears were slightly pointed, jutting out of her hair. The feature keeping her from being called human.

And most of all, her glowing skin.

A soft, golden light radiating around her, making the freckles on her skin appear to shine like molten gold.

Beautiful...and not human at all.

Her groans turned to heavy breathes.

She must have realized that she won't die from her wound. Her head tilting towards him. Her pain turning into anger.

Maven simply pointed his rifle at her. "What are you?" Still marveling at the odd sight.

She replied in kind, flashing her sharp, white teeth towards him. Her dark, brown eyes shining like black gems illuminated by flames.

"Your death, human." She hissed through gritted teeth. Her words sent chills down his spine.

He could only hold on to his rifle, using it as an achor and a shield from this feral thing.

He felt danger. Fear.

But all he could think of were the stories his boring, old uncle would tell them, whenever his lessons become too tiresome to sit through. He only listened with equal boredom, while glancing at his perfect older brother who's eyes were glued to their uncle with a delighted smile.

Stories about the nymphs of the forest. Sworn protectors, who would go to great lengths to keep it safe. Maven grimaced at the nymph's mischievous and outright, vindictive methods in keeping humans away.

Which is why, he should kill her. End this potential threat before it spreads.

That's cowardous side of him kept his finger on the trigger.

His ambitions, however, kept his finger from pressing again.

Maven wanted to know about them. If there is more and where they might be. Glancing at her rage filled face. She will be his guide.

He couldn't wait to take her home. His most prized possession.

"Death?" Maven smiled fully, displaying his pearly white teeth, crouching down to her level.

It only made her angrier. "What a lovely gift." He purred.

#red queen #mare barrow #glass sword #war storm #king's cage #cal calore #maven calore #old meme #random #tiberias vii calore #mareven #mare is a deer #maven is a hunter #match made in hell #match made in heaven

[reodnalezienie]

i read the glass sword and king's cage and thought that damn, FUCK maven. can't wait to see all the maven slander.

then i saw people simping over him and shipping maraven and the series were immediately destroyed for me. a red queen hater forever !!!!

#mare barrow #maven calore #red queen #maven slander #king's cage #glass sword #red queen series #the only enjoyable and redeeming quality of this series was evangeline ! thank u and bye

[ask-dgs-221bbakerstreet]

I know you have talked about the animal charms before Iris, but I was wondering which charms are paired with which, or are they all somehow connected in one big channel or something? (Also any charm shenanigans?)

After I made so many of them, I gave them two channels!

One ear is for pairings - that's me and Daddy, Susie and Runo, Zuzu and Uncle Zieksy, and Ginny and Ria! Maraven is very new, though.

The other ear connects to everyone. But that's only to be used in emergencies.

Daddy kept using it to bother everyone, so I removed it from Hareley.

#the great ace attorney #dai gyakuten saiban #iris wilson #general questions

[artistasdelmundo]

Una reliquia no es tener un reloj cucú en casa. Una reliquia es conservar estas latas de aceite para motores de Maraven y Lagoven

[nafagot]

¿Cuánto cuesta comprarse una camionetota china 0Km en Venezuela?

El primero de los seis concesionarios que venderán vehículos chinos de la marca Jetour en Venezuela, ya abrió sus puertas este viernes 3 de marzo y está ubicado en la Puerta Maraven, ciudad de Punto Fijo, estado Falcón. (more…) “”

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[suruzua]

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[yes77me]

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[localvillainsimp]

The good guy love interests are just bland ok 😩🖐

#darklina #the darkling #alina x darkling #warnette #aaron warner #maven calore #maraven #taristan of old cor #erida of galland

[kilornwarren]

Mare: I just want a boy to like me

Maven: hey

Mare: not that one

#mare barrow #maven calore #incorrect quotes #red queen #glass sword #kings cage #incorrect red queen quotes #war storm #maraven #mare x maven

[mycandyfiction]

I’ll just leave the link of my mare\maven one-shot and go away. 

#mareven #maraven #mare and maven #red queen #red queen au #red queen fanfiction #maven calore #mare barrow

[acourtoffuckmylifeup]

My life is just a collection of unfinished fanfics of non-canon couples

#help me #fandom #gendrya #catradora #darklina #alarkling #marichat #ladrien #lady noir #adrinette #maraven #warnette #reylo #kricket x kyon #mare x maven #darkling x alina #ruby x clancy #ships #noncanon #canon #fanfiction

[jedibookshrikeofnorta]

The Red Queen fandom after War Storm:

#accurate #relatable #red queen #glass sword #kings cage #war storm #victoria aveyard #maraven #marecal #maven calore #cal calore #mare barrow #evangeline samos

[ask-dgs-221bbakerstreet]

i got a question rattling in my mind for iris 🤔

you've made usalock, chunosuke, kumairis etc. dolls before right? if you were to give the rest of the cast some sort of animal doll, what animal would they be?

Hm... but who else would I make one for? I've made one for everyone I know. Well, I suppose Maraven and Mikotobun are new.

Oh! Uncle Zieksy's friend, perhaps? I think he'd be a dog. A really excitable one, like a golden labrador. Albark Harebrayne.

And Susie's friend! She would be... a deer! Hadeeri Murasame.

Who else...? Mr Natsume? He'd be a cat, of course. Soseki Catsume!

And that detective that Runo and Susie know, I suppose? He'd be a zebra! And not just for the way he looks. Satoru Hosozebra.

These puns could be better. But that's what I came up with on the spot!

#the great ace attorney #dai gyakuten saiban #iris wilson #general questions #redundant-identity #((she's haori to me localisation be dammed!!))