#Maeron

[vampbyteart]

finally finished this sketch of maeron i had sitting around for ages :3

[wuiche]

Art FIGHT! Where I draw mine and my friends ocs no weapons just full on brawling. Teeheee

And then a few more

[wynco]

Quick sketch of my inquisitor whom I love with all of my heart

[eueclid]

MAERON TREVELYAN: A Summary.

Maeron is the beloved youngest son of Aerys and Amalthea Trevelyan, and the youngest of three. His eldest siblings, both sisters, were married off before he was born. Despite the great difference in age between them and the fact his parents were much older when he was born, Maeron was able to maintain a great relationship with his parents and sisters — that was until his mother was killed while traveling with him. His father, who was once loving, became melancholy and distant. As a result, Maeron became a worshipper of the Maker and picked up most of his father's duties which led him to attend the Divine Conclave — this event was one that would change his life.

SOME STATS:

He is an apostate mage. Similar to Hawke, his abilities were hidden so he wouldn't be sent to the circle and taken away from his family, who believed they finally found an heir in their new son. He was able to hide his growing powers, but they're common knowledge after he is announced as the Herald of Andraste and the Inquisitor.

Maeron supports mages, obviously. On top of his own being a mage and knowing the worst they have to offer, one of his nieces is a circle mage and he doesn't want the templars he's met being around her.

Maeron uses fire and ice magic and specializes in rift magic when he's able to find a teacher.

He's incredibly charismatic, but it's only recently that he's become so. This is because of his starting to take on his father's diplomatic abilities. When speaking to him one on one, Maeron is a little more reserved and even awkward at times.

His party typically includes Iron Bull, Varric, and Cole.

He loves to read. His favorites are romance novels, though he tends to read these in private to avoid being teased. In public, he reads typical fiction novels.

Maeron ends up falling in love with the Iron Bull during the events of the game. He keeps the Chargers safe due to his own attachment to them and their leader, and remains in contact with him after the events of Trespasser, mostly through letter while his company travels around. He is pansexual.

[ase-trollplays]

I debated for a long time whether to put this here or save it for the spicy blog, but I decided this could go here as long as I put a warning on it.

Anyways, here we have Maeron is her ~Sexy G'lbgolyb~ costume, and I use the word costume very loosely. This was inspired by a pic I saw on twitter in a post that has since been deleted, sadly. However, I managed to save a picture of it which you can see under the cut.

[laulo821]

"so... er.... yeah... um..."

Molli belongs to @waffled-iron

it takes time for maeron to come out of his shell. he's got a case of The Big Shy when meeting with strangers. but i'm sure molli is a sweetie and will be patient with him <3

[vorbarrsultana]

Has anyone tried to sindarize Amarië? Her name is derived from márië (Q., n., "goodness, happiness") with infinitive prefix a-. Sindarin doesn't have the exact equivalent of márië (or mára, the compatible adjective). However, it has the word maer (S., adj., "good, excellent, fair") which cognates with both mára (Q., adj., "good, proper, fit") and maira (Q., adj., "excellent, admirable, precious"). Related adverb mae means "well" (as in "mae govannen" = "well met"), and mae- is featured in maed (S., adj., "shapely, pretty"; Maedhros = "maed (shapely)" + "ross (red-haired)"). The noun for "goodness" in Sindarin seems to be maeras. That said, the best I can come up with is Maereth, which is maer + feminine suffix -eth.

(There is another version of ethymology of Amarië, where her name means "of the home": "en" (S., pr., "of the") + "bâr" (S., n., "dwelling, home") + feminine suffix. Bâreneth, then? Or Bârenel(-il)? Bonus of this version — sounds like a Bëorian name.)

[bcrbleue]

maeron edits: 01/??

Princess Maeron had been both a good and difficult child. She rarely cried or fussed, but she asked many questions and challenged what went on around her. In a world like this, girls such as her were quickly humbled. And she would be humbled, but not in the way those around the princess wanted her to be.

[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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[vampbyteart]

let my boy maeron out of the basement to have a little midnight snack >:3

process under the cut!

[erika-xero]

Another one for @lirille! Maglor and Maeron, the poet and the artist.

[ase-trollplays]

Most of my killers make no exceptions for who they kill and will readily murder children and animals and even the purest, sweetest cinnamon rolls too good for this world if given a reason. The only one who makes exceptions is Ruvlin. Unless not killing them will 100% get him killed, he refuses to kill kids. He'd rather incapacitate them than kill them.

I think it’s funny when people have multiple characters who are cold hearted assassins / fucked up serial killers / some other type of Morally Ambiguous Murderer but they always have a moral code to never hurt women, children, and animals so that they’re not ~too irredeemable~ and I’m just here like. Hey this guy has a history of killing animals. This guy routinely kills and eats people indiscriminately. This guy has killed a whole bunch of children. Make your own judgments

[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

[ase-trollplays]

To the Sea (Part two)

Maeron casually stepped out of the bathroom, steam and moisture pouring out of the open door, and stopped short when she noticed her moirail, Cavler, waiting for her.

"Pardon my interruption, Miss, but you missed several calls while you were showering. I also wish to inform you dinner is almost done. I prepared chicken almondine," he informed her. She adjusted her towel slightly and gave him a soft hug.

"Thank you for letting me know. I won't be long," she said and continued onward to her bedroom. Rather than get dressed right away, she walked to the nightstand where her palmhusk was charging to check her missed calls. To her shock, there were eight of them, all from Sonja. With a groan and a roll of her eyes, she grudgingly hit the callback button. Only his Comedy side would be this annoyingly adamant even after she ended her friendship with him. The phone only rang once before he picked up.

"Listen here, I told you we are not friends. I don't entertain abusers and liars," she started with an annoyed hiss in her tone.

"Wrong one," came the voice on the other end sounding completely and utterly defeated. Maeron blinked in surprise as Sonja's Tragedy personality wasn't the type to spam call, not even in emergencies. "May I request your presence. I... I need someone."

"Well, I have plans tonight. Can't you call Sefalo? You sound terrible, and--" The sound of Sonja's breath hitching followed by a pained sob on the other end caused Maeron to stop dead in her tracks.

"Please."

"Messiahs... I'll be right there," Maeron answered, and with that he thanked her and hung up. She couldn't throw on her clothes and apply her face paint fast enough. She tied her still damp hair in a ponytail, grabbed her palmhusk, and started hurrying toward the front door.

"Miss, is everything all right?" Cavler asked from the kitchen after hearing her rushing through the hive.

"I'm sorry, Cavler, but I have to go right now. I don't know how long I'll be gone, so just eat without me and wrap up the leftovers."

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Maeron impatiently knocked on the door of Sonja's hive and waited what felt like an eternity. In reality it was only about a minute, but to her anxious mind it might as well have been an hour. WHen he finally opened the door, Maeron gasped at the sight of him. His hair was completely unkempt, eyes puffy and wet with deep umber sclera, and trails of tears down his cheeks. His foundation was horribly smudged from wiping his eyes, and he stood slumped over in despondence.

She immediately grabbed him and pulled him forward into a tight hug, and he was quick to wrap his arms around her as racked sobs forced their way out of him. After several moments embracing, Maeron lifted him into a princess carry and walked inside the hive closing the door behind her with her foot.

The inside of the hive was just as messy as Sonja looked. Books, magazines, and small plants were strewn about the living space as though a tornado went through it. Maeron could only hazard a guess as what must have happened for Sonja to be so emotional. She took a seat on the couch with him in her lap as he cried.

"Sonja, what happened?" she asked in a sweet but concerned tone. She took out a makeup wipe from her sylladex and handed it to him, and he gingerly wiped off his messy foundation revealing a face full of freckles. She took the soiled wipe from him and tucked it down the front of her shirt to throw away later.

"Sefalo's gone. That... That thing taking over her mind took her away, and I couldn't do anything. I just let it happen," he said with his voice wavering and cracking. Maeron vaguely remembered him saying something ages ago about a horrorterror infiltrating her mind and threatening to take Sefalo.

"Oh, Sonja, I'm so sorry," Maeron said in sympathy and pulled him close. His body shuddered as he cried once more, and she slowly rocked him and hummed much like she would for Cavler when something triggered him and caused a breakdown. She could feel her own eyes start watering.

"I couldn't do anything. I just-- just let her get taken away! I couldn't even mercy kill her so she wouldn't spend the rest of her sweeps enslaved to that monster! I'm a failure of a moirail," he lamented between sobs.

"You're not a failure. There's nothing you or anyone could have done to save her. It's not your fault," Maeron said and ran a hand through his ponytail. He didn't respond and only covered his face with one hand while he continues crying.

"You're gonna be okay, Sonja. Just let everything out. I'll be right here."

[laulo821]

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

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

[ase-trollplays]

A potential kismesis for Takimi persnaps? 🤭

20 sweep female purple laughsassin and church subjuggulator with an open pitch and flush. She was adopted and raised by her clurch from the age of two sweeps after being abandoned by her friends and lusus. She revolves her life and interests around the mirthful messiahs cult, but she's generally friendly and gentle towards other castes (but sometimes condescending). Her chucklevoodoo causes anyone who looks her in the eyes to be overwhelmed with extreme fear and panic. It's defective and can't be deactivated, though she can control its intensity, so she wears a blindfold. Her only non clurch hobby is antiquing. She's afraid of thunderstorms and adores small animals. Will only date fellow clowns

OLD ART ALERT THIS IS GONNA KILL ME

Moirua would relate to her a lot. She also grew up in the carnival (Suits Carnival to be exact) and basically dedicated her entire life to that before it got ripped from her by the death of Ringleader Solitaire, and has struggled to find her purpose since.

She also has some level of chucklevoodoo immunity due to her own voodoos, but honestly, she's dealt with a lot of shit, accidentally being hit with fear and panic beam would honestly be small fry stuff to her (after it was no longer on her).

She's a little mean spirited though and definitely condescending. She likes to have control over the things around her, but maybe that could work for black...