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dragongoddessoffate · 2 years
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Queen Elara from Ball of Stars
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mavenne · 2 months
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“I wasn’t always this way, was I? You remember better than I do. When I was a boy, your little brother. Always trailing at your heels, eager to spend every moment I could with you. I used to ask to sleep in your room, didn’t I?”
Cal narrows his eyes. “You were afraid of the dark.”
“And then I wasn’t. Just like that.”
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ball-of-butter · 3 months
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worst decision aveyard has ever made ever was make maven a man because can you even CONCEIVE how legit fem!maven would be can you even conceive it can you even conceptualise toxic yuri mareven omg omg you guys would never hear from me again
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imjulia-andilikecats · 7 months
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You know, why I love Marecal so much? Part 3544
Mare Molly Barrow had indirectly and directly wiped out ALMOST all of Cal's family. His step-mother, father and baby brother.
YET.
Our guy still WANTS HER, LOVES HER AND EVEN MARRIES HER
Cal Tiberias Calore Barrow, was probably like, "It's fine, babygurl. You're the love of my life and we can just RESPAWN👶 a family together."
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drewtanakagf · 7 months
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okay so if i may be ill for a second here. because the calore brothers will always bring it out in me. the fact that cal tried so hard for maven and maven like to talk big but when it came to actually killing cal he couldn't. bc cal loved him so much, and even if maven couldn't even love him back in the same way because elara literally twisted love in his mind.... maven still cared. It might not have been love but whatever it was it was enough for him to still care. and if that doesn't make you go insane about brotherly bonds then i don't fucking know what.
another thing too is that maven was literally cast aside, a shadow. tiberias vi was indifferent to him at best, julian openly hated him, elara wanted to carve him into a perfect heir to get one up on coriane EVEN AFTER she killed her with her own two hands.
cal one the other hand was brought up to be perfect and placed expectation on him by not only his father but the whole court who were watching him like hawks
NEITHER of them had their own agency. it's just that cal's actually gave him a chance to gain a more positive outlook and maven's only choice was to be cynical.
when maven did try, thomas was killed and he lost his ability to love. LIKE!!??!?! TO LOVE
and cal still tried his fucking hardest to love him, despite. and even if it wasn't enough to save maven in the end, it was enough to grant cal the mercy of not killing his brother with his own hands.
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lilyharvord · 2 months
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Flash Fic Friday #3
Another part of that fic I mentioned once. Connected with this one. This part I wrote this morning after my exam and after I heard some clock app sound with the dialogue. I knew instantly who would say it and who it would be said to. @nortaeventcouncil. It's kinda all the prompts smashed together? A lil bit of this and lil bit of that. 🤷🏼‍♀️
It was cold, bitter and biting cold. Normally, he would hate it, and would have taken precautions to make sure he stayed warmer. Doing that meant taking one of Cal’s jackets though, and he was not about to do that. He was not about to wear something that smelled like him or even remotely reminded him of his brother.
Blowing warm air into his cold hands, he stared out across the little space around the cabin. It was tucked away safely in this place that he refused to call majestic. No matter that it had taken his breath away when he had stood on the jetway and seen those mountains dusted with snow and cutting the bluest sky he had ever seen to ribbons. He refused to admit that he liked it here and that the peace and quiet had settled over him, leaving him feeling oddly stifled and quiet.
The porch door creaked and then slammed shut. He twisted his lips, deciding that as long as he kept his back to the door that neither of them would bother him. Maybe they would just see he wasn’t doing anything but sitting and staring out at the trees that were slowly growing nightmarish shadows as the sun dipped behind the mountain range.
The steps that approached him sounded more like someone hopping from one foot to the other, and it was a little body that dropped down onto the step next to him. He observed her out of the corner of his eye, already shying away as she started to swing her little booted feet so the heels struck the wood in an off-kilter rhythm.
He didn’t hate children. This one though, he wanted to hate her with a earnest that sometimes made him wonder how he couldn’t.
She watched the trees with him, not speaking. She was quiet, Maven had learned that about her very quickly. Sh observed everything around her, and she had observing him more than he would like. He knew Mare had told her to stay away, to never speak to him. He had seen the way those little pink lips had twisted, and how her eyes had sparked in such a familiar way after that warning, and deep down had known she would eventually find a way to go behind her mother’s back. He knew why he believed that, but he refused to admit it. It meant thinking about the past, about growing up, and his brother. Who conveniently had to go back to the city early yesterday to handle something. He was surprised Mare had let him go, given it meant she would be alone to deal with him and watch the child next to him.
Slowly he unfurled from his crunched state as she continued to sit and not speak but just kick her feet. He blew more warm air into his hands before glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. Her boots weren’t tied, and her brightly colored blue jacket wasn’t zipped, but she was at least wearing proper pants. He didn’t care. He told himself he didn’t care if she was cold. He was a Burner, and he had a feeling she was too. He had overheard Mare and Cal talking about it quietly one night while they carried her to bed. She wasn't showing signs yet though. So while it was freezing, it was this ridiculous child's decision to sit out here with him.
“She always looks at you like she’s mad.”
He froze, his blood going cold at the sound of her voice. Slowly he glanced down at her. Her little lips were pursed tightly and her brows were scrunched tightly together. She wrinkled her damn nose the same was he used to. He snapped his head forward again, ignoring her completely.
“Does everyone look at you like that?” The direction of her voice had changed. It wasn’t forward anymore, it was directly at him. He tried to avoid looking at her. He always avoided looking directly at her. He didn’t like being hurt, he didn’t like it when he did things that made him ache, but he also had come to realize over the course of his life that he had a hard time avoid it. This time was no different. He looked down at her.
His heart stuttered and his body heated unintentionally as she set those uncanny fucking eyes on him. Fucking Iris’s gods. They had given her Cal’s eyes. Those were his eyes, with the same earnest need to understand with the intetion to aid, to mend, and to heal. He wanted to claw them out of her head, wanted to remove them forever. Cal had always looked at him with those eyes, and it had always reminded him of the sucking, gaping hole in his heart and head where his love for his brother used to be.
She had his hair, his eyes, and she had that sweet face that he had faint memories of from when he used to run after Cal though the hall of Whitestone. Before Cal had gone to the front, before he had come back a yonng man and not a child anymore. Before his mother had ripped any connection to Cal out of him by the root and stem.
But she was not him, even though the first time he had seen her he had almost mistaken her for him in a strange flash of déjà vu. She had peeked around the doorway as Mare had paced in front of him, setting the boundaries that he had thought were laughable. Now he wished she had set more, wished she had left her daughter with her parents in the city. He wished that this girl had not been born, that she didn’t exist. But she did, and in his deepest heart… he didn’t hate that. It meant--he didn't want to admit to it. Twisting his lips, he finally let the words form, but not leave him. It meant he had subverted his mother's meddling, and had found a way to love his brother again. Even if it was just loving the strange mirage of him that his daughter was.
It took longer than he liked to put himself together just enough and put the mask back in place and shrug as if that question was inconsequential.
She continued to watch him, even though he had started to turn away from her.
He felt the moment she slipped her little hand in his. It was warm, warmer than he thought it would be. Maybe she was a Burner after all.
His entire body locked, and he whipped his head over his shoulder, wondering why Iris’s gods had not send Mare out here yet. He didn't smell ozone, or hear the tell tale crackle of lightening waiting to scorch through him.
“I’m not mad at you.” She said, leaning toward him as if she could push those words though his cold exterior and embed them in his heart. His throat locked up against his will, and he had to take a short, shallow breath and swallow multiple times. It wouldn’t dislodge. If he looked at her, he knew he would not see her. He would see his brother, he would see the Harbor Bay room. He would see that look that Cal had given him over his shoulder before slipping out. So he continued to stare out at the advancing shadows, keeping his eyes on the tree line, but he didn’t let go of her hand either.
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aerticent · 9 months
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Cal and Maven thoughts (again)
The multiple instances of Cal almost mentioning Maven KILLS ME. Like that moment in GS when he's trying to comfort the child who's terrified of their ability, so much so that they refuse to even want to learn how to use it, so Cal mentions how he used to be scared of hurting other with his ability as well and he gets so close to mentioning how he was terrified of hurting Maven specifically and that this fear of hurting HIS LITTLE BROTHER is what motivated him to learn how to control it. Or the time in KC where he's trying to convince Cameron to not go and get her brother just yet and she accuses him of not understanding what it's like and he says, "i do if it was… I get it" LIKE STFU RN
like he loves his little brother so much he can never move on from him everything he does is plagued by thoughts of Maven because so much of his heart is Maven I can't breathe he buried Maven on tuck away from everyone and everything because he wanted Maven to finally have some peace and quiet
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darklinaforever · 3 months
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I'm always perplexed when people try to say that nothing can justify Maven's horrible actions because he didn't always have his mother to influence him... Except that I find that completely stupid. People really just say that if his mother isn't around anymore, he should be able to make an effort to change and if he doesn't, then he is completely responsible for his actions. Just, no. Maven was a sick person. Mentally. No joke. And in the worst way possible. His mother literally trained him to be a monster. Obviously he will continue to be even without her. It wasn't just his presence that was fucking influencing him. She literally cut his brain into a thousand pieces with her fucking powers ! FUCKING MAGIC POWERS ! How can you seriously expect the guy to be normal ? She turned him into a monster and just because she disappears isn't the magic solution to the problem. He still hears her fucking voice in his head. Yes, Maven made decisions on his own, without direct suggestions from his mother, but would he have made them if his mother hadn't formatted him from BABY ?! I think the answer is clearly NO ! If you suggest otherwise it's because you think Maven would have been a monster in any case which is contrary to what history shows. I'm tired of seeing people say that yes it's not his fault if he became like that, but to give ourselves moral superiority, we're going to add behind that he is completely responsible once he reaches a certain age and above all when his mother dies. No. It's not that simple. Yes, Maven did horrible things, but I'm sorry, it's not his fault. The guy's had his brains butchered over and over again since he was a baby ! It is broken ! Completely ! Even if he still has some lucidity, nothing can really cure him at this stage. I remind you, he's had his head tampered with since he was a baby. Maven became a person suffering from madness because of this. His actions are actions committed by someone clearly suffering from madness, and if his mother had never done anything to him, he would never have become a monster. Maven is not in the same situation as many bad guys with bad experiences that transformed him or simply having someone who has influenced him since childhood. This is someone who has had his head / brain reshaped by his mother's literal powers since baby. Can you even imagine ? This is a complete rant, but sorry, I don't understand how anyone can say that Maven is actually responsible for the horrible acts he committed. It's beyond an explanation, it's downright a big extenuating circumstance. I realize that many will disagree, but that's what I think. Maven is a horribly tragic character. Nothing will change my mind.
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And if I could, this is what I would do to Maven's dear mother, that bastard Elara... before she touches the baby Maven :
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queen-scribbles · 6 months
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I love her romance so much, guys🥰🥰🥰
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Victoria Aveyard write a 'What If' type novel where Maven, despite being manipulated by Elara manages to break free from her control and gets the redemption arc he deserves and Mare fights Elara and the true villain which is not a teenage boy but corrupt government, aristocracy and discrimination challenge
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mavencaloreswife · 2 months
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“it does no good to dream.” SAYS THE ONE WHO CANT DREAM. I BET THATS WHAT UR MOMMY TOLD U WHEN SHE TOOK IT AWAY MAVEN!
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TRQ Series
the red queen main characters as taylor swift songs
evangeline: mad woman
maven: you belong with me (but more aggressive)
mare: the 1
kilorn: innocent
farley: eyes open
cal: enchanted
shade: dress
coriane: the best day
elara: look what you made me do
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mavenne · 3 months
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quick sketch of younger Elara and her son
I was always intrigued by Elaras character and wanted to know more about her, it's a shame that so little is known about her or Merandus family in general. I believe that just like Maven, she was damaged and controlled by her own family and their ambitions (which she probably didnt want and was forced to achieve, just like she did it to her son).
She was a terrible parent, but here i decided to present her in one of her rare tender moments where she is singing a lullaby to Maven
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ball-of-butter · 1 month
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red queen book 1 is just “daughter-in-law goes head to head with the ultimate boy mum”
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Maven's Free time be like:
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Image: PepitoManaloto
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drewtanakagf · 7 months
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okay an. the fact that thomas died by maven hand also makes me want to chew on industrial-grade steel. like I barely go to thomaven's place however,,, the way thomas are mare are set up as maven's loves.... the one he lost and the one he'd do anything to keep.... like you simply cannot make mareven separate from thomaven. you would not have the obsessive tendencies and the general "omg what the fuck" of mareven if thomas didn't die. especially by mavens hands. and maven had to go back to whitefire and know that he did this. and obv he doesn't want to do it again but. amplified and made more messed up bc of elara.
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