planetmaven

[planetmaven]

lowkey think its weird when people talk sexually about Thomas and Maven. because they were both implied to be minors when they were together. like no let's not talk abt thomaven and who's top/bottom while they were CHILDREN forced in war !!!

[planetmaven]

polite king

Maven Calore may be a mass murderer, terrorist, and major stalker but at least he says please and thank you.

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I was not expecting these 😭 maybe the crying at Maven's wedding HAHHABDBF THANK YOU GUYS SM !!! I HAD SM FUN WITH THIS and cant wait to see what the wonderful mooties got :33

congratulations @planetmaven on your awards!

"very cute, i love the blue aesthetic they have" -voter

runner up for:

most unhinged Maven supporter

most likely awards:

most likely to start a Maven defense club

most likely to cry at Maven's wedding because they aren't the bride

[planetmaven]

Queenstrial Awards survey

the time has come (insert suspenseful music)

these are the main awards for the 2025 Red Queen Grammys. take your time and vote fairly! give everyone a chance. make sure to know the nominees before voting!

https://forms.gle/AyumVGuNiNJgNq1p9

@lucy-the-cat

@unknown198913

@imjulia-andilikecats

@lilo-jacos

@ball-of-butter

@kindarella

@the-best-skibidi-rizzler

@lilyharvord

@northernember

@planetmaven

@nymphenberger

@dustofsilvera

@nortaeventcouncil / @drewtanakagf

@bruised-punk

@elane-in-the-shadows

[planetmaven]

guys I js think abt Maven. Im literally working. GET OUTTTTT anyway listen to Always Hate Me by James Blunt. its so mareven coded.

[planetmaven]

Maven and Evangeline went to go see the Mean Girls Musical movie in theaters and judged it hard in comparison to the original Broadway (and then they did karaoke in the car on the way to their respective homes)

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Official 2025 Red Queen fandom "GRAMMYS" AWARDS

I have had this idea for a while and decided to put it into action and see if other fans are interested. Posters on tumblr for the RQ series fandom will be given awards for different things. These people dedicate much work to feed the fandom and I wanted to find a way to appreciate them. I have in mind art categories, humor, ships, and others. I will be open to suggestions, too! If I tag you that means I know you for posting Red Queen things, I don't usually post anything on my account so if you can, reblog and get the word out to other fans and people who follow you. It would help a lot! You don't have to but it would mean a lot and show support. For everyone who sees this I would love your help and votes if we decide to get this started. Nice to meet you everyone and thanks for reading my first post

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Kilorn's issues were really watered down and I never thought of it this way, but I 100% agree. I do think that Kilorn is kinda childish enough to the point where yes, he would absolutely be angry because of jealousy. But it would've been cool to see him be angry for himself.

Really bothers me how Kilorn's disdain for Cal in GS is boiled down into being primarily made up of jealously over Cal's abilities and his relationship to Mare when Kilorn has every reason to hate Cal and have no respect for him whatsoever.

Kilorn in RQ is nearly sent to his death in war that isn't his to fight and the only reason he avoids it is because Mare saves him after being held captive by the royal family. He's lived in oppression his entire life and Cal is at the very top of the ladder. Cal is heir to the throne that oppresses Kilorn and RQ ends with Cal arresting Mare to have her killed. Kilorn has every reason to hate him, so for Mare, and the narrative by extension, to treat it as something he needs to get over is wild.

I think what disappoints me the most about this is that it could've been used to show how utterly disconnected from Reds Cal is by this point. Have Kilorn hate Cal because Cal is the physical representation of the system that has oppressed Kilorn, and his people, for his entire life. Have him resent Cal for what he did to Mare, Farely, and the Guard as a whole in RQ. And then have Cal's disdain come from something as childish as Kilorn's annoying and Cal is jealous over his bond with Mare- show how disconnected Cal is from the Red's he wants to rule over that he can't even understand the core of why one would hate him so much.

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Asking this to multiple people because I'm curious

Tumblr bestie?

I fear I'm not on here enough to have one 💔 mb guys

[planetmaven]

Super Late Valentines Day Gift Exchange!!!

I was honored with @drewtanakagf !! I haven’t written anything in a long time, but I too am growing on Calorn, so I decided to write a little something on them. :) Hope you like it.

CAL Calore had known Kilorn Warren since the beginning of middle school. Kilorn was loud, annoying, and always throwing paper balls across the room to his only friend, Mare Barrow. He remembered that in 8th grade for Valentine’s Day, Kilorn had prepared chocolates and flowers for Mare. Maven was helping Cal in English when he glanced out the window and noted the awkward interaction outside in the courtyard. Mare had a grimace on her face and denied his gift, saying something Cal couldn’t hear. Kilorn’s lips twisted to a frown before he grinned and pat Mare’s shoulder, ripping a rose from the small bouquet he held. He pushed the rose into her palm and walked off before Mare could say anything.

Cal remembered a few hours later, Kilorn sat outside the school building, flowers and chocolates still in hand. His legs were crossed and his head was leaning against the brick wall of the tall building. A leaf crunched beneath Cal’s foot, and Kilorn finally looked up.

They’d had interactions before. Once a group project they almost failed. Once yelling at each other in gym when Kilorn scored for the other team on accident. Cal was stupidly upset about that. Once when Kilorn accidentally smacked the back of Cal’s head with a paper ball in class. He was trying to hit Mare.

“Hey.” Cal found himself murmuring, awkwardly stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Hey.” Kilorn replied back. Cal pulled out his phone to see if Maven had finished putting his materials away. Their chauffeur should be on the way to pick them up soon. There were no messages yet.

“Rejected?” Cal blurted. Kilorn glared at him and Cal pressed his lips together. The two of them sat in that silence for what felt like hours, until Kilorn ripped open the chocolate box and popped the chocolates in his mouth. Cal glanced at his watch, wondering what was taking him so long.

“Why are you here?” Kilorn grumbled out. Cal blinked in surprise and looked down at Kilorn, still sitting on the floor with chocolates stuffed in his mouth. “Uh, Maven.” Cal replied. Kilorn only hummed in response, but his brows shifted slightly, bottom lip jutting out.

“Why are you here?” Cal echoed. Kilorn swallowed and looked up at Cal, smiling as if his heart didn’t just get turned away. “Rejected.” He replied. Cal fought a scoff. Or a smile. Or maybe both. “I…am sorry.” He said instead, trying not to make eye contact. Kilorn only shrugged, looking away from Cal. “I knew she didn’t feel the same. Mare has other ambitions.” He tugged at the grass beneath him and Cal pursed his lips. “And your ambitions are…?” Cal found himself asking. Kilorn sighed, “Dunno. Maybe I’ll try again next year.” Then, he glanced at Cal again, green eyes glistening under the late sun. “Did you have a valentine?” Kilorn asked him. Cal noted the dozens of letters and gifts in and out of his locker. He had ignored all of them. He wanted nothing but to practice his sport. To be the best and impress his golden child father who became Captain in high school. “I did not.” Cal replied, “I have other ambitions.”

Cal noticed Kilorn roll his eyes. “No one cares about love these days.”

Cal remembered that he thought Kilorn was strange for wanting love at their age. They were hardly fourteen, and Kilorn was already setting his eyes on marrying Mare and having a white picket fenced life. He remembered that right after Kilorn had said no one cared about love, Maven texted him. And Cal left Kilorn sitting there without another word.

When high school had started, Cal didn’t speak with Kilorn. It’s not like they got along anyway. Kilorn was more irritating now than he was back then. Never paying attention in class, interrupting the teacher, and bothering Mare until she couldn’t take it anymore. Cal always caught those two down by a lake where he passed on his evening runs. Kilorn’s laugh was as loud as it always was.

The two of them competed in sports too.

Kilorn was an excellent swimmer. It was the only thing Cal knew he was good at. The two often head-butted in the class. Always fighting for the top spot. Cal knew Kilorn hated Cal for being good at everything. For being good at the one thing Kilorn excelled at. They often got into small brawls in the locker room. Verbally fighting and snapping back and forth with comebacks. But after the first semester of sophomore year was over, they didn’t speak a singular time during the second semester.

Until junior year, when Maven joined the debate team and Kilorn tried out for football. Cal was on his way to being Captain, and he had to train Kilorn Warren of all people.

He wasn’t a terrible shot. Kilorn was a decent runner. He could throw alright. But he was never truly good like Cal was. Most games, Kilorn was benched. But when he was on the field, Cal did noticeably better. He remembered butting his helmet against Kilorn’s after scoring a final touchdown seconds before the timer ran out. The loud cheers of the people in the crowd. The sight of his brothers soft frown in between the other faces in the bleachers. Kilorn’s loud laugh, pat on the shoulder, and praise ran through Cal’s head the rest of the night. Even as they sat on the bus beside each other, Cal staring out the window and Kilorn cheering with the rest of the team, his skin buzzed.

They were on their way to a place to eat. Ptolemus turned around in his seat to face Cal and Kilorn. “You think the judges noticed you?” He asked, the same shit eating grin he always had on his face. Cal shrugged, “I think so.”

“Of course they did.” Kilorn scoffed from beside him, “Cal’s the best we have. If they didn’t notice him then…” He took a pause, glancing at Cal, and shyly turning his eyes away, “What was the point of them coming to watch?”

Cal’s eyes widened and his heart thumped against his ribs. He hadn’t realized Kilorn’s…admiration? If that’s what you could call it.

Cal knew from that night forward, he would never see the loud, paper ball throwing, not good at football, academic failing fish boy the same again.

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GIGGLES OUTLOUD!!! YAYYYY THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU ♥️♥️♥️ you never miss bro

Valentine's Day Gift - Solar Eclipse (1k word start)

I've accepted this is too complex for me to finish at the moment, but here, excerpt of @planetmaven's gift, @nortaeventcouncil

Prompt: Wants: maven! evangeline! mare! pretty much anyone but those are my top 3 characters. as for ships go...platonic/romantic!mareven (either one), calorn (cal & kilorn) childhood! maven and cal, modern aus are super welcome, aus in general <3 ... ICKS: don't really have any. I'm just excited for someone's creativity to come through for this one :)

Burner King of Ciron!Maven x Shadow!Mare as the Sun's Voice

Meet me at midnight.

Mare shivered in the moonlight, the cursed sister of the sun.  She knew well the tales of their war, the soldiers among stars that died by the minute.  The sun had to win.  Had to fight to rise again come morning.  It was why she’d been chosen, why she’d been blessed, why light bent at her fingertips against all odds.

It caught in her hair, shimmering, a glow all her own.  Mare closed her eyes, smoothing out the imperfections of her face.  It wouldn’t do to meet the king with them intact, even if he’d seen her at her weakest.  The thought made her cheeks burn.

She would never let him see it.

Her holy robes were packed away, the gold silk and red sheen that marked her as the Sun’s Voice.  The king’s equal, the shadow to his flame, a lover forbidden to the bone.  It didn’t stop her from fantasizing.

She swallowed, halting at his door.  The question tingled her lips, scandalous and raw.  She couldn’t deny her feelings anymore.  Couldn’t deny the truth pulling her along.

“Maven.”  Her hand traced the doorframe.  “Are you up?”

The rustle of sheets and footsteps greeted her, then his face.  “Of course.”  He smiled.  “You know I’m never asleep.”

Her lips tugged.  “Except when I’m with you.”

He stepped aside.  “Come in.”

Mare glided across the carpet with a practiced grace.  There were no windweavers to flutter her nightgown, but she made do, accentuating the shimmer of the silk and lace.  If she laid on the bed, would it be too obvious?

“Mare.”  He stared her in the eye.  “What brings you here, at this time of night?”

“I missed you.”  She settled against the sheets.  “The real you.”

His eyes studied her, impossibly blue, so unlike the previous burner kings.  The whisper of his long dead mother, a fearsome woman that never failed to make her shiver.  But Elara couldn’t hurt her.  Not anymore

“I missed me too.”  He ran a hand along her arm.  “It’s exhausting, wearing that smile.”

She leaned closer, reveling in the softness of his fingers.  “You have to.”

“Not for you.”  Maven withdrew, gaze softening.  “But it comes more easily.”

Mare let the room darken, brightening the light grazing off her jeweled pendant.  It was the only gem she’d brought, a burning crimson with a hint of orange.  The color of passion.  The color of sacrifice.  The color of the flames he always bid to burn.

His eyes fixed on it, and she shivered.  Oh, for him to take it off.  For his hands to graze her neck as it lifted from her breast, an unbecoming sigh he could mistake for a moan.  For his fingers to mold themselves to her neck before she lunged, pinning him beneath her as she bit the supple skin of his throat.

Mare toyed with the hem of her nightgown, a gentle smile as his gaze wandered down her leg.  “I can make it easier.”  Her fingers stroked her thigh, and his breath hitched.  “So, so much easier.”

He strode closer.  “What do you want, Mare?” 

Her hand slid up her body, bold and brazen.  She leaned towards him.  “Will you kiss me?”

A beat passed, thick with hesitation, and she was tempted to call him a coward.  To inflame his pride until he bed her anyway.  But his palm inched over hers, trembling.  “You know what this means.”

She gazed into his eyes.  “I do.”

“The sun won’t forgive us.”  He raked a hand through his hair.  “Everyone knows we must stay apart.”

Her eyes burned.  “Maybe the sun is wrong.”

Silence.

It was heresy.  He could have her disrobed for the insinuation.  But something in her wondered if Maven truly believed.  If he cared more for the earth than the heavens above.

Maven’s fingers trailed up her spine, hesitant.  “We can’t risk it.”

She sighed, drawing back.  “Yeah.”  Her fingers curled in the sheets, their touch thwarted by forces beyond their control.  “I guess we can’t.”

Wordless, he tied up her hair, brushing the nape of her neck.  “Try to sleep.”  His voice trickled against her like water on stone.  “Don’t let the moon possess you.”

“Right.”  Her gaze fell to the window, to the stars winking down at her as if they knew her fate.  Ludicrous.  Only the sun could see the future.

Only the sun could save her now.

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Meet me at midnight.

Elane wove starlight between her fingers as she stared at the portrait, at Mare’s holy robes glimmering with strength and power.  At the faint brushstrokes of the stars behind her, at the face obscured by the king’s smoke, at the remote glint of a smile peeking through.  She hadn’t sat down for it.  That was clear enough.  The Mare she knew would never have smiled like that.  Elane squinted at it, trying to see her face in Mare’s.  She had been so close to being chosen.  So close to truly basking in the sun’s light.

She sighed.  It wasn’t that Mare didn’t deserve to be chosen.  She’d trained with her since birth, after all, two shadows chasing each other in the darkness, but there was always that lingering unease.  The knowledge that only one would be chosen no matter their skill, no matter their oaths, no matter how strongly they clutched each other’s hand.  The council had found Mare’s light stronger.

And Eve had never forgiven them for it.

Elane tucked her black robes around herself, her crimson hair fluttering in the breeze.  The windweavers were never around at night, but she still longed for them, for the gold silk and red sheen she’d been so close to grasping.  No matter.  She could live with second.

“Eve?”  She knocked on the door, the polished wood carved with the Samos crest.  “Eve, what’s wron–”

The door creaked open, a shoe inching through the darkness.  Light caught on the silver of her impeccable braid, dusted gold and dotted with stars.  Evangeline looked Elane in the eye.  “Come.”  She took her hand, pulling her into her arms.  “It’s time to put things right.”

[planetmaven]

why am I just now finding out that glass sword has a special edition????? I need to add it to my shrine.

[planetmaven]

guys i just seen someone on tiktok post about how both mare and maven's first chapters start the same way 😭

there's the tiktok link but im literally crying

"I hate first Friday." "I hate the waves." LITERAL TEARS IN MY EYES BRO

[planetmaven]

Valentine's Gift Exchange

Thank you to everyone who signed up! We have nine (9!!!) participants which is way more than I anticipated so thank you so much!!!

Primary communication will be through Tumblr DMs, but I may use Discord if I cannot get ahold of you. This is the only instance I will use your Discord.

Now for a change: instead of being blindly assigned prompts, you now have some agency! I have put all the prompts in this document for you to chose the top three you want in this form. I will try my best to match everyone up.

Unfortunately this means the timeline has been changed as well :(. Here is the updated timeline:

Timeline: 

Sign-Ups: Nov 24th - Dec 7th

Prompt Selection: December 9th through 14th (changed from December 14th)

Prompt Assignments: December 16th (Changed from December 14th)

Check In 1: December 28th- plan/idea for your gift

Check In 2: January 18th - have started working on it, last chance to drop.

Check in 2: February 8th - Giftee reveal, along with Submission rules

Gift Giving: February 10-14th

Apologies for the last minute change!

See the prompts here! | Select Your Prompts Here!

[planetmaven]

LOOK INTO THIS GUYS!

Valentines Gift Exchange

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We're still looking for some fan artists and fic writers 👀

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[planetmaven]

ENOUGH im sickkk

elara and maven ahh dynamic

[planetmaven]

hi guys I'd like to show u my fem maven design so far...

i wanted to keep the curly hair. she kinda looks like mare help. UGSHHDHDBDB IDK GUYS lmk what u think and what i can add or change:3