#About Maeron

[ase-trollplays]

7, 11, 18 and 22 for Maeron

7. Their tickle spots

Her belly, underarms, and her feet. :3c

11. Bad or petty habits

She's impulsive when someone makes her mad and often reacts with a disproportionate amount of violence. She has to actively restrain herself if she's not in a place where she can lash out. If not for the fact Karima was her best friend, Maeron would have killed Florah at least a dozen times over for how he treated her.

18. Things they’ll never admit

Her deadname. She would sooner die than ever tell anyone what it was.

22. People who’ve influenced them greatly

Her moirail. Ever since quadding with him and allowing him to live with her, she's much less reckless with her actions and who she brings home, and she acts much more responsibly and takes more consideration for the consequences of her actions.

[laulo821]

(bun (right) is @waffled-iron 's oc)

i think theyd get along. and have a complex relationship.

[wynco]

Just realized that at the same time the blight was happening my inquisitor was like 17 dealing with the death of his mother and suicide of his dad and is raising his not even 2 year old sister. I never thought about it like that

[misswynters]

Let the World Burn

[SYNOPSIS: You and aegon have to beautiful twins, Aelora and Maeron. It takes a dark turn when you are ambushed while singing them a lullaby. You have gravely injured and the twins are no where to be seen. Aegon is furious.

[TAGS: kidnapping, pure angst, crying,

[a/n: abit rushed near the end sorry :/

The first light of dawn crept through the half-drawn curtains of your chambers, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. You stirred awake, the weight of sleep lifting from your eyes as you glanced around the familiar, cozy space. Beside you, Aegon Targaryen slept peacefully, his arm draped protectively over you.

It was a rare morning of quiet calm in the bustling capital, and you relished the tranquility. You carefully disentangled yourself from Aegon’s embrace and slid out of bed, not wanting to disturb his rest. You padded softly to the window, pulling aside the curtains to reveal the sprawling city below, bathed in the gentle morning light.

Aegon stirred at the sound, his eyes fluttering open. He stretched, his gaze immediately finding you by the window. A lazy, contented smile spread across his face as he watched you.

“Good morning, my love,” he said, his voice still thick with sleep but warm and affectionate.

You turned to face him, your heart swelling at the sight of his sleepy smile. “Good morning. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Aegon sat up, propping himself up on his elbows. “You could never wake me. The sight of you is my favorite way to start the day.”

You walked back to the bed, sitting beside him and resting your head against his shoulder. His arm wrapped around you, pulling you close. The warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat were comforting, making you feel safe and loved.

“I was thinking about how much has changed since we first met,” you murmured, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “How different everything is now.”

Aegon chuckled softly, his hand coming up to cradle your face. “Indeed. Back then, we were just two souls navigating the complexities of life and duty. Now, we have each other and our little ones.”

A soft knock at the door interrupted your quiet moment. Aegon looked up, his smile turning into a grin as he rose from the bed. You followed him to the door, and when it opened, a servant appeared, carrying a small bundle wrapped in a soft blanket.

“Your grace,” the servant said, bowing slightly. “The twins are awake and waiting for you.”

Aegon’s eyes lit up with joy. “Thank you. We’ll be right there.”

He turned to you, his expression a mixture of excitement and tenderness. “Shall we?”

You nodded, your heart fluttering with anticipation. Together, you made your way to the nursery, where the morning light filtered in through the windows, casting a warm, inviting glow.

The sight of Aelora and Maeron in their cradles brought a smile to your face. The twins, with their tiny hands and faces full of wonder, were the embodiment of love and hope. Aegon carefully lifted Aelora from her cradle, his movements gentle and practiced. He handed her to you, and you cradled her in your arms, feeling her tiny fingers curl around yours.

Aegon picked up Maeron, his face alight with a paternal pride that never failed to touch your heart. The sight of him holding his son with such care and affection was a reminder of the depth of his love for both you and your children.

“Look at them,” Aegon said softly, his voice filled with admiration. “They are everything we’ve ever dreamed of.”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his with a shared understanding. “Yes, they are.”

The four of you settled into a cozy corner of the nursery, surrounded by the soft colors of the room and the gentle hum of the morning. Aegon sat beside you, his arm around your shoulders as you both took turns speaking softly to the twins, their eyes wide with curiosity as they listened to the soothing sounds of your voices.

“Do you think they know how much we love them?” you asked, looking up at Aegon.

He smiled, his gaze tender and thoughtful. “I believe they do. They feel it in every touch, every word, every glance.”

You leaned against him, feeling the steady beat of his heart and the warmth of his love. “I’m grateful for every moment with you and our family.”

Aegon kissed the top of your head, his touch gentle and loving. “Me too. Every day with you and our children is a gift, and I cherish every second.”

As the morning sun continued to rise, casting its golden light over the nursery, you felt a profound sense of peace and happiness. With Aegon by your side and your children in your arms, everything will be alright. The warmth of the moment and the strength of your shared moments together made you feel as though you could conquer anything. In the soft embrace of the morning light, you knew that the greatest adventure was the one you were living every day—with Aegon and your precious twins.

The council chamber of the Red Keep was abuzz with the murmur of discussions as King Aegon Targaryen presided over the meeting. The large, oval table was surrounded by advisors, generals, and key figures of the realm, each discussing matters of state with a sense of urgency.

Aegon, in his regal attire, listened intently as a seasoned advisor detailed the latest developments in the kingdom. Despite the importance of the discussions, his mind kept drifting back to the nursery and the peaceful morning he had shared with you and the twins. The memory of Aelora’s soft cooing and Maeron’s playful gurgles was a balm to the relentless pressures of his duties.

Suddenly, the doors of the council chamber burst open, and a breathless messenger stormed in. His face was ashen, eyes wide with a mix of fear and urgency.

“Your Grace!” the messenger called out, struggling to catch his breath. “I have grave news.”

Aegon’s heart sank. The tension in the room shifted palpably as all eyes turned toward the messenger. Aegon’s expression hardened, a sense of dread settling over him.

“What is it?” Aegon demanded, his voice low but commanding.

The messenger hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Your grace, there has been an attack on the nursery. The twins… the twins have been taken.”

The words hit Aegon like a blow to the chest. His blood ran cold, and his mind raced with images of Aelora and Maeron in danger. He gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles whitening as he struggled to maintain his composure.

“What of ___?” Aegon asked, his voice strained. “Is the queen safe?”

The messenger’s face fell further. “The Queen… she was injured in the attack. She is being tended to by the maesters, but her condition is grave.”

Aegon’s world seemed to collapse in that moment. The thought of you, hurt and in pain, was unbearable. He could hardly process the fear and anger boiling within him. His heart ached with a profound sense of helplessness.

Without another word, Aegon turned on his heel and stormed out of the council chamber. The corridors of the Red Keep seemed to blur past him as he raced toward the royal quarters. The sounds of his hurried footsteps echoed off the stone walls, each step fueled by a fierce determination to find you and his children.

When he reached the nursery, the sight that met him was a nightmare come to life. The once serene room was now a scene of chaos, with broken furniture and scattered toys marking the violent intrusion. The air was heavy with the scent of blood and fear.

Aegon’s heart pounded in his chest as he pushed open the door to your chambers. The room was dimly lit, and you lay in bed, a pale and motionless figure amidst a flurry of concerned maesters and attendants. Your face was pale, and bandages were wrapped around your head and limbs.

Aegon’s breath caught in his throat as he approached your bedside. He knelt beside you, his hand gently brushing against your face. The warmth of your skin was reassuring, but the sight of your injuries left him feeling as though the ground beneath him had been ripped away.

“___,” he whispered, his voice trembling with anguish. “Please, stay with me.”

One of the maesters, a stern-faced man with a practiced demeanor, stepped forward. “Your Grace, the Queen is stable for now, but her injuries are severe. She needs rest and continued care.”

Aegon nodded, though his eyes never left you. “And the twins? Have there been any developments?”

The maester shook his head solemnly. “We are still trying to ascertain their whereabouts. The city is being searched, but it will take time.”

Aegon’s heart hardened with resolve. He stood up, his face set with grim determination. “I will find them. I swear it.”

With that, Aegon left your side, his mind focused solely on the task ahead. He gathered a group of trusted guards and emissaries, quickly briefing them on the situation. His commands were clear and unwavering: find the twins, bring them back safely, and bring those responsible to justice.

As he prepared to set out, he took one last look back at you, lying so still and vulnerable. A surge of fierce love and protectiveness surged through him. He would not rest until his family was safe and whole again.

The search for the twins began with urgency, every resource at Aegon’s disposal devoted to the task. He knew that each moment counted and that his determination would be tested like never before. But with the strength of his love for you and his children driving him forward, he would face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The battle for his family had only just begun, and Aegon Targaryen was prepared to fight with every ounce of his being. The flame of his resolve burned as brightly as ever, and he would not be swayed until the twins were back in his arms and you were safe once more.

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[thegreatzombieartisan]

Sauron and the Softboi Artist-to-Dictator Pipeline

Joseph Stalin, Osama bin Laden, Nero, Mussolini, Fidel Castro, Chairman Mao, Francisco Franco, Saddam Hussein, and Kim Jung-Un — what do they have in common?

Mass murder? Yes, but also writing poetry. Although seemingly counterintuitive, iron fists and sentimentality aren’t mutually exclusive. Rulers and verse have a long history. In fact, artists and revolutionaries share core traits: idealism, sensitivity, and desire to leave an impact on others.

But for totalitarians, ‘creating art’ is another way to exert that sweet, sweet control.

Blacksmith-poet to lieutenant-poet to tyrant-poet

Just Sauron at basecamp jotting down songs of power he could use against the sons of Feanor. Best to be prepared.

Sauron’s strength doesn’t lie in physical combat, but in wielding language to deceive and control others. With cunning words and enchantments of sorcery, he is able to seduce and conquer.

The dark verse inscribed into the one ring, and his battle of song against Finrod, reveals that Sauron had mastery of narrative and lyrical verse, which by arguably includes musical composition. The dark lord is practically a troubadour, presumably minus all the singing about courtly love.

Two interesting tidbits:

In Sindarin, Mairon translates into Maeron. Interestingly, Maeron usually refers to a poet.

Sauron and Apollo, best known as the Greek deity of art, music, and poetry, and whom Sauron shares some striking similarities

But would Sauron compose leisurely poetry for himself?

Sure, why not —although perhaps not in the Third Age. He didn’t cultivate this art as a mere tool for domination. The Valar and Maiar are, in essence, storytellers — they sing, tell tales, recite poems, etc.

Sauron isn’t the typical poet who wakes up and wants to write about the beauty of the world. But if Stalin wrote love poems while starving his own people, I’m open to a Sauron who unwinds by expressing feelings.

Magic power of words

Like most dictators, Sauron would have used verse to further his political agenda. Some of which would double as enchantments. Some merely persuasive by evoking powerful imagery. A list of use:

Charm and entertain the likes of Celebrimbor and crew or Ar-Pharazon’s court.

Propaganda and recruitment. Wandering minstrels would circulate poems and songs extolling his (or Morgoth’s) victories — and promised rewards for allegiance.

Moral corruption such as demonic sermons belted from the pulpit at the Temple of Melkor.

Demoralization of enemies. In ye olde times, it was popular to covertly spread crude songs about enemies so others can taunt them. Imagine the Faithful being taunted in public with rude songs.

[brethilach]

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[vaedar]

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 in the known world came to an end, by means of the most catastrophic disaster in history: The Doom of Valyria. Much was lost in the cataclysm that claimed not only the land, but the peoples who lived there, along with their secrets. What truly transpired for such a grand power to COLLAPSE in a single day and night, is still up to debate and speculation, even four centuries after it occurred. That it was the work of the gods; that the greed of the Freehold brought about their own demise; that inter-fighting and assassinations consumed them; that a magical accident unleashed chaos. Perhaps there is truth to one, a few, or all of these claims but as disputed as they are, only those who PERISHED know of the cause, and are now forever silenced.

They were people both alike and unlike others, common folk with simple lives and nobles with wealth and riches that could shame many a King’s fortune. But true power resided with those families who rode upon the backs of the most majestic creatures ever known to man: DRAGONS. Those men and women held the title of DRAGONLORDS. Their blood possesses a unique and some say magical bond with dragons, for sorcery was also a gift they knew how to use well.

With the fall of Valyria, however, all of this knowledge was LOST. The lives that these Dragonlords led now deep in the waters of the Smoking Sea; most of their names erased from the pages of history… but not all. Few as they are, some survive, scribbled down on some record of an essosi bank or the faded scrolls in an old palace behind the Black Walls of Volantis. It’s all that remains of a Dragonlord by the name of VAEDAR OF HOUSE VALARYS, the last to hold the seat as head of that noble valyrian family.

It was the year 134 BC, a respected Dragonlord, sorcerer and firemage known as Maeron Valarys was halfway through his term as elected Archon of the valyrian city of Draconys. His family—Wife, sons and only daughter, who was with child—had temporarily taken residence in their palace at the city south of the then whole valyrian peninsula. It was a beautiful structure, polished stone gleaming under the sun, sitting atop a cliff overlooking the warm and usually tame waters of the Summer Sea. It’s there that the archon’s first grandchild was born to his eldest son and daughter—who were married in accordance to tradition—Aeron and Vaenya, giving the newborn babe the name of Vāedar. In the High Valyrian tongue, the name meant ‘Song’.

The Valarys Dragonlords were a renowned family, powerful enough to have a position of significant importance but not so as to partake in the dance of power with the two highest ones. They possessed over a dozen dragons, with the eldest being a century old when the Doom befell the land. They were masters of both miner and domestic slaves, but also provided several working freeborn families with shelter and education, whilst they tended to the produce of the territories held in the Lands of the Long Summer. In time, not only did House Valarys grow most of their own food—thus depending less on fellow nobles—They began dealing in the business of wine, and also in fabrics through select patronage in the trade. It was under the rule of the last head that the Valarys reached the height of power by earning the support of not only the freeholder nobles, but of many of the freeborn citizens. Vaedar Valarys meant for change to happen, but as it so often occurs, it was already too late.

[kingsroad]

OH!! Vaena 7 & 21!!!

7. did they have lots of friends as a child? did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood?

while vhaena wasn't particularly friendly (and spent most of her time terrorizing daemon or bothering baelon or viserys), she did have a lot of "friends." she was always surrounded with courtier children at the red keep and often had to pretend to be interested in them for the sake of her grandsire, who often worried with her father over her inability to maintain friendships.

but! she did maintain a very strong relationship with gilliane glover, despite her being a fair bit older. it was this relationship that kept her warm while she took her staycation in winterfell during 104-105 ac. they were extraordinarily close until gilly's death four years later.

21. do they have a temper? are they patient? what are they like when they do lose their temper?

it isn't until she's well into her twenties that vhaena learns to temper herself. she grew up a ferocious little thing, but when she lashes out at her son, maeron, for his incessant screaming only to make the child cringe away from her, she realizes that she must get better about managing herself. at least, around her babies.

an older angry vhaena seethes. she curls her fists into tight balls and digs her nails into her palms and lets her fury grow and grow inside of her chest. and then, she swallows it.

[ase-trollplays]

Thank you for the venom and give ‘em hell for Maeron?

GIVE 'EM HELL KID. ; who does your character rely on for emotional support?

Her favorite boys, Cavler (her moirail) and Raisit (her matesprit). She's one of my most emotionally healthy trolls, but for the times she's feeling really vulnerable or fragile, she can always rely on them.

THANK YOU FOR THE VENOM. ; what does your character think is the meaning of life? do they believe there is a meaning to life at all?

Do what makes you happy, healthy, and fulfilled, and never take the good in your life for granted. That's basically her life philosophy. She's a simple hedonist.

[wynco]

Fuck wait thinking about Bulls quest has got me thinking about Maeron and the Dalish

[windy-trickster]

Amoret, what are your thoughts about Maeron?

"A dear friend of mine. She may ⋈e a little rough around the edges, ⋈ut her softness can show if she likes you enough. I love playing dress up with her too. I will admit she can ⋈e a little scary at times, ⋈ut I tend to see her as a ⋈ig teddy ⋈ear too."

[cloudbattrolls]

Tuuya, while it's sad that it took Karima's death to accomplish it, are you relieved that Florah and Maeron are finally on good terms with each other? Also, what's your opinion on his big floof boof service doggo?

"It's hard to be relieved about that when Florah has suffered such a loss. Not that it's not a good thing, but...you understand I am mostly sorry he has gone through yet more pain. My poor dear.

I would wish his moirail back here with us with everything I have, even if it meant he and Maeron were still at odds...but I can only hope the two can find some solace in each other, now. I know they will never be close, but if they can count on one another in hard times, that is what matters."

"I suppose it is good he has his companion, at least. I think it's good for him, to have another pet beyond Snelly, and one that can support her at that.

Though, such a large animal does require a good deal more care...I hope Florah can manage to keep up with the grooming and veterinary bills. But, I have every confidence she can manage, or reach out for help if she finds it more difficult than expected."

[bcrbleue]

Because I feel like it, here are my muses' voice types. Continued below!

I'm following tv canon for Alicent and Helaena, so refer to their actors for the voices.

Rhaena – Airy, high pitched, yet smooth and soothing. Her voice is soft, but you'll still rarely need to ask her to speak again.

Rhaenys – Animated, she's very expressive even when proper. Her volume is fair, so you never need to ask her to speak up.

Visenya – She has a low pitch, but there's something silvery about it. Can't sing, but is often told her voice would make a fine singing one if she honed it. Wishes she had a high voice.

Ophelia – Singsong, high pitched. Some find her voice pleasant, others can find it grating. She often sings to herself. She sang to Alicent when the woman was on her deathbed.

Peony – Melodic, soft spoken. There's something poetic about how she speaks at times. Sometimes you will have to ask her to repeat what she said. She sings extremely well, performing at banquets and as a bard.

Maeron – Precise, shrill to some, would be soft spoken if she didn't realize some volume and firmness would be needed for her station. Medium pitch.

Naemyra – Soft, honeyed. People don't call her The Mother incarnate for no reason. Her voice can lull you to sleep, but call you to attention with a firmness only a mother could have. Medium pitch.

Alyssa – High pitched, yet sweet and precise. She's clear in her wording and volume, a truly trained lady. Can't sing for the life of her, so only hums whenever she has a song in her heart.

Josephine – Precise, like her sister. Has a medium lowish, husky, pitch and is careful with her words. Sometimes she speaks slowly, not realizing the words she wants to say herself.

Anais – Medium to high pitch. Will be orotund, loud and clear, if she feels it will get her point across or make herself heard. Otherwise, her voice is usually quiet and collected.

Rowen – Soft spoken and quiet. Usually, only her father or brother hears her words. She's not used to speaking to people. If she becomes Lady of the Eyrie, she will come through for the role and become more precise, but there's a curious pitch to her tone. She's still learning to come into her own.

Edwina – High pitched, stoic, and often uncouth. As the only one of my muses who isn't from nobility, she feels no need to put on airs. She won't tailor her words to be sweet and well thought out. There's a lazy drawl to her words, but around her charges she will be professional.

[themonstercals]

9, 10, 16, 25, 35, 37 and 54 for Cyrlen? :D

Thank you for the questions!

This makes me so happy to bring up Cyrlen again :D Dusting off the poor boy.

9. What is their favorite color? Favorite animal?

Cyrlen's favorite color is gold! He likes accenting himself with it, and also thinks that it looks really good on Dorian. His favorite animal is a horse! (If you remember my fic you know I'm kidding. He actually doesn't necessarily have a favorite animal, but he admires birds the most for their freedom.)

10. What are some of their talents/skills?

There's a lot of knowledge stored up in Cyrlen's head. He's a major nerd on a whole lot of different facets of knowledge. Something that also doesn't come up a lot is that Cyrlen is a really good cook. He doesn't cook much because he doesn't eat much when he's stressed. It's hard to be inspired when you're not hungry.

Oh! He's also a relatively good dancer. But he usually will not dance outside of practices with the Dalish or on any other occasion except for when he's alone.

16. Are they religious?

Surprisingly, despite being the First, he's not religious. Not that he necessarily doesn't believe in the gods - he just doesn't believe they need worship. He finds all religious text fascinating, and loves learning about it. But he doesn't worship them.

The reason why is definitely related to some trauma.

25. What is their biggest flaw?

I could be boring and say it's him caring about others too much that he puts himself in too much danger, but I think when it comes down to it, Cyrlen's biggest flaw is that he's selfish. He doesn't even really like other people and doesn't usually try to get to know them or understand them.

He definitely likes to keep to himself - but through Inquisition he is sort of forced to get to know and understand others, which definitely helps break him out of his shell.

He's definitely a know-it-all. Maeron would definitely agree.

35. What is the easiest way to annoy them?

Cutting remarks about elves, saying his name wrong, talking down to him - it's pretty easy to annoy Cyrlen. Maeron could think of thousands of ways to annoy his brother. It definitely depends on who you are. If you're a stranger - ignoring Cyrlen and talking over him will definitely get you on his bad side.

If you're someone like Dorian and you get annoyed at something and take it out on Cyrlen? He's going to give it right back. Most times, though, if you're close enough to get Cyrlen annoyed and see his face scrunch up with it, then it means he loves you.

37. How easy is it for them to say “I love you”? Do they say it without meaning it?

It's extremely difficult for Cyrlen to utter those words. Before Maeron came into his life, he didn't love anyone or anything. And even then, before Inquisition, he didn't think he'd ever love anyone outside of his brother.

Cyrlen says "I love you" in a thousand ways without saying it - taking care of others, cooking meals, etc. But saying those words are very, very difficult for him. He'd never say it unless he meant it with every fiber of himself.

54. What is their current hairstyle? What have been some of their past hairstyles? Which was their favorite hairstyle?

This one is really fun! Cyrlen has thick, wiry hair. At the beginning of Inquisition, it's close and well kept to his head (because Maeron cuts it for him.) But as Inquisition goes on, it kind of gets away from him a bit. Near the end, he's grown it out and put it into long, elegant braids. His favorite style is his current style because he loves being doted on and loves people playing with his hair.

Thanks to @midgemsx for helping me out to answer this last question!

[bastsoldtrollblog]

What would Sil think about Maeron and having her fawn over him?

He'd probably be somewhat indifferent and vaguely egotistical about it. Like yeah I'm pretty great, what about it?

[stuckstucktrolls]

"Is this character fuckable?" for *spins the wheel of crack pairings* Vohert about Maeron 🤣🤣🤣

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