#nat tag

[dragonsbone]

abrogail strong + aegon targaryen

strap the wing to me death trap clad happily with wax melted, i'd meet the sea under sunlight ( x )

this was meant to be a very belated bday gift, but now it’s a christmas gift to my lovely friend @emilykaldwen​ !! i appreciate you for being so patient with me and i really hope the wait was worth it !! thank you for being such an incredible friend, for supporting me through some of the shit i went through this year, and giving me such amazing and useful advice no matter if it’s in regards to my personal life or fanfiction. you are such a light in my life and im very very very thankful to call you a friend. i love u and i hope u like your gift <3

#fyeahhotdocs #ocappreciation #asoiaf oc #ochub #allaboutocs #abrogail strong #the maiden and the drowning boy #aegon targaryen x oc #house of the dragon oc #hotd oc #friends ocs #my edits #joeys gifts #nat tag #i love u bb merry christmas <333

[murmel-malt]

KICKS YOUR DOOR DOWN

Tell me about your new OC!

Nat, I am kissing you on the forehead and pulling up the powerpoint presentation!!! thank you for indulging me!! ❤️❤️❤️

okokokokokokok so:

Her name is Hedaera (Daera for short) and she is Vissy and Daemon's younger sister (as of now she's the twin of Baelon & Alyssa's Aegon). She didn't get a dragon or a cool sword like her brothers but she did get the braincell of the family.

Baby Daera is the stereotypical pampered, annoying, daddy's-girl of a little sister and adding someone like that in to the mix that is Baelon & Alyssa's sons has been a lot of fun and a great exercise in creating well-rounded sibling relationships.

So far Daemon is my favorite of all the relationships Daera has. It is such a rollercoaster ride and I love it so much. Never thought Daemon would be my favorite in anything (other than a hitlist).

Still possible subject to change is her marriage, which is currently to the heir and later Lord of Old Oaks in the Reach. But I am pretty sold on this. A marriage to either of her brothers was ruled out on the basis that a) Viserys was too old for her and b) Daemon and her would have either murdered each other or made everybody around them fucking miserable.

#given that Viserra was bound to marry a Manderly I strongly assume that one of the oldest houses of the Reach would also be on the table #at least for a dragonless princess #i might consider expanding on a possible Daemon/Hedaera AU at some point though simply because of the clusterfuck it is bound to be #oc: hedaera targaryen #nat tag #fic: hedaera-verse

[stillafanofsonic]

I relate to this image a lot because I would also give knuckles a slice of pie

HE DESERVES IT

also every time we've seen him eating in this show, it's wild and messy, I wonder if he's going to eat like that at Wade's mother's house

#asks #knuckles series #nat tag

[lesboysilver]

happy birthday to my wonderful partner yahooooo @neat-nat

#sol art #nat tag #💜💛 #art for others #SORRY NAT IM REALLY PROUD OF IT IM GONNA PUT IT EVERYWHRRE

[tadokorochann]

Okay but for some reason Shiggy always playing video games also equals him being chronically online and as an incredibly touch starved early twenties male individual I equate that to him consistently browsing pron sites

so like now I'm thinking about what his browser history was before meeting reader and then after

with all his posturing in the previous ask I'm imagining his desire to want to have all the control and thus taking it by force-basically what AFO has been grooming him to do with his powers and manipulating him into his perfect lil revenge puppet --so honestly it's probably involves lots of violence, humilation, debasement of one's partner?

then presented with reader and that all getting almost instantly nullified cause SURPRISE Shiggy isn't actually like that at his core- he's really just not had any good role models. Like yeah enacting violence on someone who did him wrong may still sound appealing but you're basically a stranger and oh shit you're gently touching his arm and his tummy feels a little queasy but in a good way???

And you're apparently the first person in his life with a gotdamn brain cause you recommend he wear special gloves for his quirk so all his fingers are never touching something all at once and that's a game changer cause now he doesn't have to be so cautious about being close to people--even tho he still is--but he "claimed" you and you're running with it so you're not skimping on the cuddling obligations of a kept woman! (plus Kai was also probably with holding of touch due to his germphobia so you're craving touch like hell too)

okay this got outta hand! I meant this to be an ask about you and tomura watching porn together/him starting to share gentle femdom videos with you and shyly asking if you can try them 😅😂😂😂

Yesyesyes to all of this! Personally for this au (or storyline I guess since it’s canonverse?) I envision the reader to have a powerful nullification/cancellation quirk of some kind, purely to make both Shiggy and Kai more obsessed with her 🥰

For Kai I envisioned a kind of, not worship for reader, but… reverence? Or admiration of some kind, viewing the nullification as her body’s own efforts to resist the quirk virus. Despite it in and of itself being a quirk. The same type of cognitive dissonance he has when it comes to regarding himself as clean and undiseased despite having overhaul lol. In any case it was a reason to keep her suffocatingly close, make sure nothing else could touch her, soil her, make her dirty. I know the “I’m the only one Overhaul can touch without getting hives” bnha fic trope can be overused but I 100% do not care because that’s exactly how I saw this situation with reader. But, like you said, he’s a germaphobe. So even with skin to skin contact not being a primary issue I definitely think touch was still a point of conflict. And sex was… a very specific, step by step process that HE decided every little detail about. As was this entire relationship. He controlled her clothes, diet, physical activity, hobbies, any possessions she had. There was no choice which soured things even when Kai happened to pick something she enjoyed.

For Tomura readers quirk cancellation is simply a means for him to be able to touch someone with five fingers down. Hug her. Hold her hand without fear she’ll crumble. And it’s so huge for him 🥺🥺🥺 I’m getting off track as well lmao

Definitely love the idea of both Reader and Shiggy beginning to share/watch porn together and that Tomura’s browser history and stuff changes. Bc one of the things that had me chewing on this idea the most was him having someone to be soft with, and to be able to make self discoveries with.

100% feel like Kai did not allow reader the consumption of porn either for reasons of keeping her “clean” mentally or bc of being possessive, possibly both. And domming him was a definite no, at least in this particular blurb.

Reader explores freedom of choice in regards to sex, porn, affection, food, spending time with actual people (no real companions were allowed at the Hassaikai because Kai was adamant he was ✨all she needed✨) and just generally being happy w him. And Tomura gets to begin to unpack the ideals AFO saddled him with. Meanwhile Kai gets to be armless and having a constant breakdown in Tartarus 🥰

(edit: the idea/blurb referenced is here for those who haven’t seen it)

#I LOVE YOU NAT #Nat tag #bnha #MHA #shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader

[jellybeanium124]

TikTok knows me too well. I just got an ad for the hidden Valley Ranch x Burt's Bees lip balm collection. I think that's a little too much ranch for me.

Too much ranch??? Someone clearly hacked Nat's blog.

#nat tag

[dnfnoodles]

punz is so funny to me bc its more punover than it was ever gover what are those moves

like what is he doing

#ask #nat tag

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

Prompt: Daddy Daemon and Mommy Rhea finally find common ground and maybe fall in love through mutual violence against the bane of their existence: Viserys.

Enjoy the absolutely unhinged AU we entertained the idea of one time. Feeding you well with nearly 3.3k of Daemon being mentally unwell & Rhea being a mama bear

Adrenaline had not stopped coursing through him since he had found Rhaella sobbing in the gardens, wailing and carrying on worse than when he’d taken Yorick to squire. Words tumbled forth from her, muffled by his chest as she desperately clung to him; as disgusted and angry and hurt by betrayal as he’d been nearly fifteen years earlier.

Daemon had gone to Viserys, had unburdened himself of his feelings about being tossed aside to be further forgotten and ignored by their father, and he’d nodded and hummed and patted his shoulder in a bland attempt at comfort. That his elder brother would turn around and wound him so, would do to his child what was done to him–worst of all by his own hand. Hells, this was worse! Daemon had at least drunk himself into compliance so he could make nice for a day while the realm watched him put a black cloak around that bronze bitch’s shoulders, and she had at least been willing and girlishly excited enough he’d thought once would not hurt. There was no complacency from Rhaella, she had not wanted anything more than to aleve her brother of the duty of giving sympathy to the king.

She was wrapped in the blankets from his bed, and curled in on herself on a couch with her head on his lap. Daemon wanted to get up, to pace and spit venom, to go to his brother and smash his face into the model of the old empire he fancied so; he wanted to curl protectively around what was his and not let anyone touch it, hissing and snapping like The Blood Wyrm with anyone who came too close. He stewed in his anger, fingers curling into one of the black blankets.

He wanted and he ached and he yearned. Power some days, recognition and respect all of them, affection too. No one he wanted to gave him that one, not how he desired; but Rhaella so desperately clinging to him for protection and love like how he had done with Prince Baelon and then Viserys…maybe that was how he had wanted it? To be a first choice, to be needed.

There was a pounding on the door, and Ella startled in his lap before huddling in on herself more.

“Leave!” He barked the order as his head snapped towards the door. The knocking did not stop.

“Daemon, open the fucking door!”

“Mother!” Ella’s call was broken and achingly familiar, drawing foggy, half-remembered visions of Vermithor setting a pyre alight to the front of his mind.

“Ella?!” It was Yorick who burst through the door, one of the infrequent flashes of real emotion on his face: outrage and grief–the most common combination Daemon had ever witnessed from his older son. Their mother followed behind him, only to bump into him a moment later. They both stood only a foot into Daemon’s chambers, staring at him and Rhaella.

“You, you–” she pointed at him, face twisted with blind fury for only a moment before her gaze fell to their daughter, “my sweet girl.” She rushed to where they sat, dropping to her knees to take Rhaella into her arms. It was strange and uncomfortable seeing the Lady of Runestone in such a position, to feel her arms brushing against him as one of the children they shared held onto her without getting up from where she laid on top of him.

“I am sorry! I am sorry! I didn’t think that–I just wanted to help!”

“It isn’t your fault.”

“It is mine,” Yorick mumbled. He was always mumbling if he was dejected.

“It is Viserys’s fault,” Daemon snapped.

A strange look passed over Lady Rhea Royce’s face as her eyes, brown and terribly common, darted up to him. Their gazes met, briefly, and then she looked back down to Rhaella. “Go to your brother, sweet girl.”

“But, but–kepus.” Her voice sounded so small when she twisted around to look back up at him, her mismatched eyes watery and pleading.

“He will keep you safe, just over there,” Daemon pointed to the tall divider painted with dragons that separated his chambers in half, and he glanced at Yorick when he continued, “jātās.” Rhaella sniffed hard as she slowly sat up and slid off the couch, and she still held the blankets tightly around herself as she shuffled over to Yorick’s side. Neither of them touched the other, but she was still close enough it was as if they moved as one.

Daemon sprang up immediately, standing at full attention almost before Lady Royce could get herself out of the way to not be knocked in the face by his knees. When she was standing and looking up at him there was anger on her face again. His lip curled and he turned towards the door, but before he could leave to go do something, she grabbed his arm.

“Will you fucking think for five minutes?”

“All I have been doing is thinking, and I decided the best way to off him is to cave his head in.” Daemon pulled his arm further away to try and get her to let go, but the Lady of Runestone held fast to him. He could have pulled harder, yanking his arm from her to go do what he needed to do as she fumed, but he knew she was not mad at him this time. Their anger shared a common goal that served something besides staying away from each other, probably for the first time ever.

“Something has to be done! I will not just sit here and let Viserys marry my daughter!” Not when his brother would treat Rhaella as little more than a broodmare to replace him with, not when Rhaella had flung herself into his arms and screamed her hurt that he could fix.

“Do you think I want that to happen?! Do you think I want our daughter to go through what Aemma did?! We just–gods you are so stupid!”

“I am not stupid!”

“When have you ever had a fully formed plan? Tell me quickly.”

“Going to Dragonstone when Viserys exiled me for Yorick cavorting with that boy from the brothel was a fully formed plan. It is not my fault he brought you to the island and hardly made a decision he was not pushed to.” Sometimes Daemon forgot his brother had barely been primed to rule, and that their quarrels as boys would end with Viserys acting as if he had indigestion.

“Yes, of course, hinging your bets on that cunt making a decision is a perfect, well-formed plan and not some malformed stillbirth of an idea.”

His lips went tight as he glowered down at her. Lady Royce’s insults would be funny if they were not so often pointed at him. “Do you wish to help me save Rhaella, or not?”

***

It took everything in Rhea to keep her expression calm. Her heart hammered in her chest and her hands felt clammy. The weight of the gold ring with its raised emerald felt like it should keep her from raising her hands as she attempted casual gesticulation, and she wanted nothing more than to look at her good brother with disgust after everything he'd done. She hated him, had for years. He was ineffectual and weak and as fickle as the day was long, preferring to stick his head in the sand instead of making any kind of firm choice or resolving a single issue that arose. He had spent years making one of her dearest cousins miserable, keeping her from rest and subtly blaming her for each lost prince as he put on a show to make everyone feel more sorry for him than they did Aemma. He was not going to do the same to her daughter–his niece–no matter how much she “reminded him of Princess Alyssa.” Ella was not dying in the child bed after promising anyone an army of sons.

“A shame Daemon could not join us.”

“You know how he is,” she replied with a noncommittal shrug.

“He is prone to going into moods,” a disarming, almost bland, smile pulled up the corners of his mouth, “he has been since we were boys. There is dragonfire in him.”

Kinder words than she would have chosen on most days, although they were not untrue. That “dragonfire” had been part of why Daemon had been so exciting…then he decided to point it at her. Things usually lost their charm when their worst parts were aimed in Rhea’s direction.

“One could still hope the king’s brother would be pleasant enough that Ser Westerling and Ser Marbrand would let them speak to each other.”

When Viserys let out his annoying little chuckle Rhea wanted to punch him in the face. Nothing about this was enjoyable or casual, and laughter would not divert any tension. Although, if he was so at ease she must have been doing a decent job at pretending to not be bothered. Her father would have been proud of his little girl playing politics so well.

“Have you told him of my announcement? Surely such joyous news would see Daemon’s mood improve.”

“I tried to talk to him earlier, but you know how he is, Viserys,” Rhea stood up and turned away from him so she would not have to see his satisfied smile for another moment, “something wedged itself into his mind and he will have to wait it out.” She traced a finger over the decanter on the small table near their chairs, the digit easily gliding along the neck and crest of the glass dragon.

“But that is enough about my husband, there are other things to talk about than him.”

“Like the rejoining of the two halves of House Targaryen.”

Bile rose in her throat. He'd said as much when he betrothed Yorick and Rhaenyra, ignoring her father’s petitioning of Jaehaerys to have at least Rhea's heir known as a Royce, and now he said the same thing about his wanting to marry her daughter–the girl who so often went by Ella Royce. Not that any of the Targaryens seemed to care what her sweet girl wanted. She took the stopper out of the mouth of the dragon, and placed it on the table. Rhea needed both hands, and she was not going to back down now. She poured wine into two glasses, her hands hovering over one of them a bit longer as the powder her husband’s bastard had snuck from the grand maester’s chambers poured out of the well under the emerald in the ring and into the dark red liquid filling the goblet.

Rhea turned back around to face Viserys, both goblets in her hands and a fake smile plastered across her face. “Indeed. Something so joyous as your honoring House Royce twice over by betrothing Yorick and Rhaenyra, and then announcing your intent to have Ella as your new queen requires much discussion. And perhaps, also celebration?” She extended one of the glasses towards the king, and he gladly accepted it.

She smiled into her own goblet as her good brother drank some of the tainted wine. King Viserys could not content himself with trying to take her oldest son, pretending Yorick was his and snatching him away to saddle him with her fate: an outsider married to one of them. This was for Yorick and Ella, and Aemon eventually. The Targaryen dynasty would not take anything more from House Royce, not unless it was willingly given.

Rhea barely paid attention as the minutes passed, letting the king talk himself in circles. She would nod where appropriate, blow smoke up his ass if his pause seemed to be for a response. Eventually he grew listless, and Rhea excused herself under the guise of attending to her duties, whatever her good brother assumed those even were when she was away from home.

“Seven hells,” Rhea grumbled just loud enough to be heard, “you would think he would want to be at least a bit moderate if he wanted to speak with me.” She paused in her walk from his room to look over her shoulder at the two kingsguard stationed outside Viserys’s chambers.

“Do let me know when His Grace will have had enough time to recover his faculties for a conversation. I do not know his tolerance for wine as well as the two of you would.”

***

Daemon glanced over his shoulder for a brief moment to see if she was keeping up, they needed to move quickly if they wanted to make it to Viserys’s chambers before the kingsguard checked in on Viserys’s progress with “sobering up,” and he was not above simply leaving Lady Rhea behind. She kept pace with him though, trotting along behind him as he led her through the secret passages of The Red Keep.

She had insisted on coming even though her part in the affair of saving their daughter from the angry despondence they had been shafted with was over. But she had said that she wanted to see the whole thing through, and that she wanted to make sure he actually did it. As if Daemon wasn't full of righteous fury, building up over years and finally spilling forth after being given a taste of what he craved; as if he could not be trusted to do what needed to be done.

He stopped before a spot in the wall where light filtered into the secret passage between a small gap in the bricks, and pushed, opening the hidden door just a crack. He pressed his face against the door, peering into the room beyond to make sure he had remembered the correct paths to the king’s chambers. When his eye landed on his elder brother, softly moaning and bent over the great, oblong table where his model of Valyria sat, Daemon felt a mixture of sympathy and rage bubbling up inside him. That was his brother, the person who had raised him when their father withdrew from the world. That was his betrayer, the person who constantly sent him away and had put his hand on Daemon’s daughter.

He pushed the door open and stormed past the tapestry hanging over part of the secret door in order to conceal it. Viserys was slow moving and clumsy when he sat up, and his pale eyes were bloodshot.

“Wha–Daemon?” His words were slurred, and the look on his face was far away. Viserys seemed so fragile under the effects of the poison that Lady Rhea had slipped into his wine.

“Don't just stand there.” Her whisper came out as a hiss, and she shoved him from behind so he had to take a step towards Viserys. Daemon looked back at her, both of them frowning and full of fire. She was right; they needed to act quickly, he needed to let years of carefully tended anger carry him forward like he always did.

Daemon crossed the floor and hauled his brother out of his chair by the shoulders, the extra fabric of his black and red coat bunching in his fists. The king, just a hair shorter than him, was dead weight in his arms, ineffectually struggling against Daemon’s hold on him as words, all mumbled mush, spilled from his mouth.

His bright purple eyes flitted from his elder brother’s neck, to the model of Valyria, to the fireplace. It had seemed so simple before actually being in his apartments, but now his wife’s warnings of the consequence of not thinking nagged at his mind. It was strangely less grating than usual.

“The balcony.” Her words, still hushed to not draw undue attention to their actions while the kingsguard continued to wait out “His Grace’s drunkenness” just outside, were matter-of-fact and unexpectedly calm. She had always been quick to think, and when it was aimed towards collaboration Daemon actually welcomed it was an admirable quality. He followed Lady Rhea as she walked quickly to the other end of the room, throwing open the glass doors that blocked their path. As he was dragged into the twilight something seemed to pierce the fog of Viserys’s mind, and he moaned again, louder than before.

He adjusted his hold on his brother, letting go of one shoulder to stand beside him and wrap the free hand around his mouth. Lavender eyes darted up to meet Daemon’s brighter gaze, searching and desperate and only slightly less far away than before. His heart beat impossibly fast, and he knew that somewhere in the depths of the dragonpit Caraxes was restless and grumbling.

“You do not get to push me off for years, ignoring me until I do some trick to please you and then discarding me as soon as you’re upset, and then believe yourself entitled to putting your hands on my daughter. Rhaella wants you as much as you do me.” With that, he finally freed Viserys from his hold on him and shoved him in the chest, sending the listless king easily over the railing of the balcony.

His wife came up beside him, one hand on the railing and the other on his bicep, as she looked over the balcony to see the last of Viserys I’s fall and broken landing. Daemon didn’t look down at his brother, instead glancing over at Lady Rhea as she winced. The weight of what he just did, what they did, felt heavy. It needed to be done though. Viserys had had as much coming all his years of selfishly casting him aside, at least that’s what the hurt and adrenaline was telling Daemon.

“Come on, you cannot get distracted now,” he stepped back from the balcony and grabbed her hand, pulling her back into the interior of the late king’s apartments and towards the door to the secret passage, “you said we needed to not be suspects, and we will be if someone sees you gawking at the body.” She huffed from behind him, but she did not say anything or fight his hold on her. Pliant as the night at Storm’s End she’d gotten drunk enough to open her legs to make a child to claim Silverwing, but without blushing or giggling like the night of their wedding. Strangely, Daemon liked this better.

His nerves still raced when they slipped into the tunnel hidden between the walls of the keep and closed the door, leaving them in the almost-dark of the secret passages. He walked quickly, navigating back towards his own apartments and their hidden door in the false back of the wardrobe that he’d discovered as a boy. Daemon must have been going faster than when they were going to the chambers of the king, because Lady Rhea took hold of his hand again and stopped him in his tracks.

He looked back at her, and her expression was unreadable. It was soft though, softer than it had been for over a decade. Her eyes were amber when they met his, warm and almost golden in the dim light of the hidden passage. How had he never noticed that before?

“I…I appreciate your–”

That ignited something in him, and Daemon cut her off with his mouth, taking her face in his hands and pressing his lips into hers. Rhea let out a sound of surprise that was muffled by their kiss, but soon she met his enthusiasm with her own.

They were all teeth and tongues and soft moans as he pinned her against the wall. Her hands threaded through his hair, and Rhea gasped when he pressed himself against her. Their lips met again, and he growled into her mouth when she rolled her hips against his.

#asks #my writing #nat tag #sotf extras #at what cost au #nat come get your juice #GOD this is so long #3k words to get to ''daemon targaryen has a praise kink'' #but y'know what? good for them i guess #make that forbidden 4th Roycegaryen

[ronandreams]

adam finally sat down on one of the pews. laying his cheek against the smooth back of it, he looked at ronan. strangely enough, ronan belonged here, too, just as he had at the barns. this noisy, lush religion had created him just as much as his father's world of dreams; it seemed impossible for all of ronan to exist in one person.

tagged by @tommishelby and @camilepreaker to make my url into a moodboard, thanks my loves! 💗

tagging (no pressure ofc): @nordstars, @shipmvn, @starsbythepocketful, @dykenadjas, @annacoleman, @laurabenanti, @hellshee, @charlottesmatthews, @buckybarsn, @spcncershasting, @padme-amidala, @targaryeirene, @fireplceashes, @calm-archer, @und0miels, @joequinns, @waddinghamhannah, @juliet-ohara, @jakeperalta, @itsniceto.

#i had so much fun with this!! best boy 🥺 #tag games #tag game #moodboard #moodboards #ronan lynch #trc #the raven cycle #trcedit #tommishelby #kinga tag #camilepreaker #nat tag #mutuals

[dreamhot]

dream specifically mentioned how this situation affects his family and friends like look at what happened with bad. anon stop being stupid this video is first for dream and second for everyone else

👆

#smile.ask #nat tag #drituation cw

[crimsonsunrise]

good day sol!! wanted to see hru and give u a free gush pass for any f/os on ur mind today 🤍

hi hi nat!! 🫶🫶 i’m good i literally just got off work i hope ur having a lovely day as well 💕💕💕

as always i’m being eaten alive my own brain eating amoebas who are also known are kurokei bc just aiausudhxixhcicjfkfj LOOK AT THEMMM 🥺🥺🥺🥺

everyday i get more and more tempted to have a kurokeisol wedding this fall around october/november since it’s our anniversary but also i feel like i haven’t known them long enough to warrant a wedding 😭😭 for now ill just stare at the aisle be with you mv like it’s coco melon while giggling and kicking my feet

#asks #nat tag #also i realize ive never gushed here before i should post more abt kurokeisol here actually #ANYWAYS thankies for the ask ily 🫶🥰

[dragonsbone]

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change? - FOR MY BABY JOSANA

JOSANA MY BELOVED

change :: has your oc ever drastically changed their appearance? significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? why? how do they feel about the change?

yes, but not as drastically compared to some of my other ocs. however, it’s still as important to josana as a character, especially for a lady of her status. she is a woman of noble birth, raised into one of the most powerful houses in westeros and taken under by her uncle, the most feared man in all of the seven kingdoms, tywin lannister. she grew up with anything and everything she could’ve ever wanted and was not shy in flaunting her riches with the most lavish gowns with the finest silk. she liked to wear many different colors, but she mainly stuck to her house colors of red and gold, as she was a proud lioness from the moment of her birth.

when she goes off to winterfell and, over time, falls in love with robb in the midst of war and grows to care for his cause, she’ll trade in her expensive gowns of her family’s colors for wolf pelts and donning her, eventual, husband’s house colors instead by her own choice and will. at some point i can’t remember when i have to check my notes, tywin even gifts her a golden lannister lion necklace, which she will wear up until a specific moment during her time as a “hostage” under the starks. she gave all of that up for not only robb’s sake ( even though he loved her all the same ), but because she truly believed in his cause and wanted him to win the war. it was her choice on that front.

once robb dies and she is back under tywin’s clutches, she is back in the same clothes she’d given up, the very same clothes she was once proud of wearing. and she hates it. bc after everything she went through and witnessed, she feels like an imposter wearing her own house colors once again after such a long time. and it’s not like she has a choice in the matter either, not when she felt like a prisoner under her own family. josana wants nothing more than to wear the dresses into pieces and burn them to ash, to never wear the lannister colors ever again, but she can’t. not until she has her own free will again, which she ultimately will once she escapes from king’s landing once tywin dies ( which will be a whole big thing in her storyline that’ll work with tyrion’s as well ).

once she gets to be herself again, josana never wears red again. and she’s all the happier for it.

#asks #oc asks #josana asks #nat tag #i just woke up from a nap so i hope this all makes sense #but thank u bb ily

[dreamiara]

they would call dream slurs during fame mma press

everyone but dream can participate. he's had enough

#dont even say that to me #nat tag

[stillafanofsonic]

thinking about that moment in your fic when shadow was like “we’re not related anymore” and eclipse was so devastated. I am in your walls (affectionate)

Eclipse when he thinks Shadow doesn't want him around anymore

#brothers #asks #nat tag #eclipse whipple #wfma

[showinalittlelife]

me looking for traces of my man every jjk leak day

#pic credits go to nat!!!!otrtbs!!!!nat if u see this ur amazing and i warned u i would steal them #but pls omfg every time i look at these pics i die they’re literally the best thing ever #i think i was fr laughing for like 20mins when u posted them #nat tag #gojo satoru #jjk leaks

[theinvisiblemuseum]

heyo!!! 6 + 11 + 13 for the ask game please!! (i’d send the questions but i am on mobile rn sorry 😭🩷)

hiiii nat <3 no worries i was in the same hat sending u asks hfdusjd

6. is there/what is a song that you secretly love but you hate to admit it?

ok it’s not a current song i enjoy but when i was young i LOVED that one gummy bear song that literally everyone alive despises to the ends of the earth 😭

11. what is the best live music show you've ever been to?

oooooooooh this is way too hard. i went to beyoncé’s formation tour way back in like 2016 and that shit changed my life. best stadium tour i’ve been to for sure

13. what's an album cover that you would frame and put up in your house?

weyes blood titanic rising…. changed lives with that cover

like hello look at this !!!!

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