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Hiatus

[dedicatednotobsessed]

Hi everyone. Long time, no talk.

Before I get into the gist of it let me talk about some positive things that’s been going on in my life:

~ I’m back in college after a 5 year hiatus and I made presidents list for the fall quarter.

~ I’m finally medicated for my chronic depression and anxiety and it’s been helping me able to slowly become myself again.

~ My birthday is in exactly 2 weeks and I’m going to comic con that weekend where I get to meet the voice actor for one of my all time favorite resident evil villains. (I’m also making parts of my cosplay which I’m having fun with).

Onto what I wanted to talk about.

I’ve been running this blog for about 3 years and I genuinely had so much fun with it to start. But, the more progressive it became I didn’t find joy in the work I was writing. I wasn’t happy.

The main reason was because I was known for writing Ewan Mitchell fics and I wanted to branch out, but I found it hard to, especially when I realized some of my works wouldn’t get as much traction as the Ewan Mitchell fics. Which is why I started making more memes on here, but I originally wanted this blog to be a primarily fanfic blog.

That comes to a very hard decision, one I haven’t made yet but I’m not sure if I will be writing fanfiction on this account again. Possibly when season 3 comes out, but again, I’m not sure.

In this time, I’ve made a secondary blog for video games and I turned my “primary” blog (the one I originally signed up with) in an alternative ASOIAF account. A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms gave me inspiration and motivation to write fanfiction for the ASOIAF community again (I’m currently mapping out an Aerion long fic and possibly a Daeron one as well)and with that blog, I feel like I can start fresh.

I really appreciate all the love and support you guys have brought me and I appreciate all of you and your lovely comments about my works! 🫶 I’m really sorry for the sad news and like I’ve said it’s a hard decision for me to make. I’ll still be around, mainly on my other two accounts though and I hope everyone takes care of themselves. 💕

Love, Nat 🩷

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A/N: Evangeline is my OC for Ser Gwayne Hightower. She was the inspiration behind my two part fanfic [here]. You don’t have to read it, but there will be a couple of mentions from it. :)

A Mother's Love [HOTD OC flash fic feat. Gwayne Hightower, Lord Ormund Hightower, and, Prince Daeron Targaryen]

“Make sure to protect Daeron from Ormund.”

Gwayne’s words rang through Evangeline’s mind as she sat at the small dinner table across from his cousin, Daeron, on Ormund’s left. She had a hard stare, watching Ormund cut into his steak. He noticed her staring, his blue eyes piercing into her soul; it felt like it. 

Evangeline held her head high, watching every one of his movements. The way his grip choked his goblet, his expression cool although his shoulders were tense. He licked his lips lightly before clearing his throat, setting his goblet down.

“Is something the matter, Evangeline?” Ormund asked after a moment, leaning back into his seat.

The blonde snarled at the sickly sweet tone he used for her name. Ormund thought of her as a plague on Oldtown, a commonborn who did not belong in the royal family. She met her husband while she was a barmaid at her father’s tavern, The Crystal Drop. She had fallen for him rather fast, and he for her. 

Gwayne’s father was cold to him and colder to her. He hated her status as much as his nephew did. Ormund kept quiet when Gwayne was home, although the moment he left, the Lord of Oldtown became cruel towards her. 

“Nothing is the matter,” Evangeline responded after a moment of silence. 

Ormund hummed in displeasure before taking a deep breath. “Daeron, one important lesson to know as an up-and-coming Lord: you need to listen to your subjects,” he began, his chair scraping against the stone. “Although you need to remind them where they belong.”

Evangeline looked towards Daeron, Ormund’s loud footsteps echoing in the room. She tried to hold back her tears the closer he got. She could see the fear flash across the young boy’s face when Ormund gripped the back of the woman’s chair. Unfortunately, the Lord’s cruelty was a familiar sight to his ward. 

“Gwayne’s lovely wife is a good example here.” Evie tensed when Ormund moved his hand to run his fingers through her long blonde hair. “She may be part of this family, but truly…she never belonged here.”

She closed her eyes, feeling his fingers continue to gently run through her hair, before he fisted a chunk and tilted her head back so she could meet his cold eyes. Ormund smirked down at her, leaning close to her ear. 

“Remember, Gwayne is not here to protect you.”

Evangeline whimpered when he let go of her hair, glaring up at the smug smirk he still had on his features. Gwayne was her protector, although he taught her how to defend herself if need be. She only hoped she did not have to use her dagger on Lord Hightower. 

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Evangeline stared at herself in her vanity mirror, sighing as she brushed through her hair, preparing for bed. Ormund had not played any of his tricks, but she was not foolish enough to leave her guard down. 

She jumped at the knock at her door, closing her eyes. “Come.” 

She turned as her door opened, letting out a sigh of relief at the sight of Daeron. They would always spend time together when the moon came out. She had taken on a motherly role towards the boy, especially after hers and Gwayne’s multiple attempts to have a babe had failed. 

“It was hard to get away from Ormund tonight,” Daeron grumbled when he got closer. 

“Oh, my sweet,” Evie whispered, smiling softly as she grabbed his hand. “Is he still not allowing you to ride on your dragon?” 

He nodded, slumping into the seat beside her, fiddling with her fingers. She liked to tease him for it because she would do the same with Gwayne whenever she was nervous or upset. 

“I don't understand why he won't let me do my lessons,” Daeron said in a slightly whiny tone; a reminder that he was still a child. 

Evangeline moved her hand from his to his cheek. “The same reason he does not accept me as your Uncle’s wife,” she whispered. “He believes anything that does not follow the Faith of the Seven is deemed a stain. He has this dream of wanting to have Westeros back to before the Conquest.”

Ormund, of course, did not tell her, but Evie had to listen to her husband’s long venting about his cousin’s mad ideas. She loved Gwayne with her whole heart, although she did wish he would stop talking after the first hour.

The corner of Daeron’s lips lifted slightly before he sighed. “Do you believe he would let me go on another ride on Tessarion?”

Her heart wanted to break at the sad tone of Daeron’s voice. Evangeline lightly gripped his chin, meeting his violet eyes. “Do not forget you are half-dragon, Daeron. Ormund can not take that away from you. You do not have to ask his permission to ride your dragon whenever you please.”

“But–”

“Fuck Ormund,” Evie said firmly, gripping his chin a bit more. “If he says anything, I will protect you.”

Daeron’s eyes glistened with tears, and he nodded before he suddenly lunged forward into a hug. Evangeline wrapped her arms around him tightly, her fingers tangling in his freshly dyed red hair. She knew it was easier when Gwayne was around, but she was not going to break at Ormund’s will. She was going to protect Daeron no matter the cost.

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Mother manipulated by father. Son manipulated by guardian.

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Headcanon where Gwayne is the sole caretaker to Daeron to protect him from Ormund’s cruelty 🥺

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So many HOTD prompts in my head. Little motivation to write them.

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Matt Smith pre order autographs available for the upcoming Game of Thrones convention Echoes of Ice and Fire ❤️🖤

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I’m having too much fun with this picture.

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𝓛𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓻 || 𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓪𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓼 𝓥𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽

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𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: This is more of a drabble. Still mourning over this strong curly-haired boy. (Hint for this one shot: pregnant reader. A couple of days before the gullet).

𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: Probably emotional damage.

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You lounged back on the plush couch in your marital chambers, sighing while you watched your husband pace back and forth in front of you. The Black Council had been tiresome, not listening to either you, along with your husband’s mother, the rightful heir Queen Rhaenyra.

“Jace,” you whispered, reaching out to take his hand, frowning when he jolted away as though your touch burned.

“I never thought she would be so daft! Why does she think she can trust the likes of Alicent!” Jace’s face was red while he threaded his fingers through his curls. “We need to do something if she will not,” he mumbled more to himself.

“Jacaerys.” Your voice was firmer and louder as you struggled to stand up, placing a hand on your very rounded stomach.

Jace looked over you and took a deep breath, walking over to help you stand fully. “I apologize, you do not need this stress, my love.”

You couldn’t help the smile form on your features watching your husband place a hand over yours, scrunching your nose at the small flutter of kicks. “Our little dragon is telling you that you should not be reckless and stay here for them and your wife.”

Jace chuckled, pressing his head lightly to your stomach. “I was never the reckless one,” he teased.

It was the truth; growing up in the Keep as a daughter of the late Ser Harwin Strong, one had to have a tough exterior around the snobbish older sons of Queen Alicent Hightower. Your mouth often got you in trouble, and after the death of your father and grandsire, you were thankful when Princess Rhaenyra took you in as a ward. Your relationship with her eldest son blossomed over the years, and the rest was a tale for the history books.

“I am not the one planning to go off to fight.”

Jace took a deep breath, hearing your voice cracking slightly, unable to hold your emotions in. “I am fighting for the rightful heir,” he assured you, his lips pressing gently to your clothed stomach.

You moved your other hand to run through his dark curls, frowning. “You'd better come back to me. You can not leave our child and me alone in this world,” you whispered out, feeling the tears sting your eyes. 

Jace looked up at you, and he smiled, standing to his full height, placing his calloused hand on your soft cheek. “I promise I will return, and once this war is over, we can live a comfortable life in the capital with our babe.”

You sniffled, leaning your head against his. “Please, Jace.” Your bottom lip trembled as he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. 

“I will not leave you in this cruel world, even if the Gods try to take me,” he whispered, pulling you as close as he could with your budding stomach before he pressed another kiss to your lips.

Only three days later, he flew on Vermax to the Gullet. You watched the skies for hours, only for the realization to hit that he was not returning home.

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The only Gwayne Hightower scene we got high key makes me want to write a mini fanfic 🫪 LIKE OKAY MY KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR

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I don’t post much about my personal life but I wanted to show you guys the veil I made for my Helaena cosplay that I’m wearing tomorrow 🥹

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Me when I have 3 whole days to finish my costume meanwhile I want to write and play Resident Evil (but the dragon bitches are coming back in 5 days so it will be okay)

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𝓑𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓘𝓷 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 || 𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷

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𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: Adryana Targaryen was the youngest daughter of King Viserys I and Queen Alicent. If one is to believe the tales, she was crueler than her older twin brother and husband, Aemond. Some even mentioned that the princess had bewitched Aemond with the way he lusted over her and worshipped the ground she walked on. Believe what you will, but this story contains the true telling of Aemond Targaryen's wife, Adryana the Blood Queen.

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: None.

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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓘𝓘

It was the first time Adryana was able to escape the celebrations; she sat atop the grassy hill watching her dragon mingle with her mate, Sunfyre. Revnass was a stunning pearlescent with pale purple membranes. She bonded with her in the cradle, which Ana felt guilt over since Aemond would get angry that she had a dragon and he didn’t. That was until he claimed the largest dragon in all of Westeros.

“I was hoping to find you here.” When Adryana didn’t respond, Evin sighed and slowly sat beside the princess. “You still won’t talk to me?”

Adryana pouted as she looked down at the grass, lightly plucking at it. “You have not been to one feast. You are always with your Uncle.”

Evin took a deep breath, looking over Ana for a moment. The sunlight hit her perfectly, causing her silver-blonde hair to shine. “You know he is making sure I will be ready for my lordship when I become of age.”

“Then you will leave me as well.”

The curly-haired boy frowned at that comment. He remembered Ana crying for days on end when he came back from Harrenhal. It broke his heart, and he swore no one would make her cry since that day. “Perhaps, you can come with me to Harrenhal when I take my lordship. I can sway them to build a dragon den for Revnass when you visit.”

Adryana smiled a small smile. “Would a princess and her dragon be welcomed to Harrenhal?”

Evin wrapped an arm around her and smiled softly when she lay her head on his shoulder. “You will always be welcome, Ana.”

It was one celebration after another in the capital. After Aegon and Helaena’s wedding, the twins’ thirteenth nameday celebrations were in full swing. Adryana always loved her nameday celebrations, from the music to the dancing to the gifts. Although Madelyne was still in the capital, it did not bring Ana’s spirit down. Her smile was bright while she danced between sons and daughters of lords, her blush pink dress fanning out as she twirled. She smiled, linking her arm with her next partner, meeting her twin’s gaze.

“I thought you did not enjoy dancing, Aemy,” Adryana teased, using the old childhood nickname she gave him.

“You know I always make an exception for my beloved sister.”

Ana felt her cheeks heat up when he called her beloved. She loved receiving compliments, although she squirmed when one of her older brothers complimented her. Or Evin.

Remembering the young heir, Adryana glanced past her brother to see if she could spot the familiar mop of curly hair. Evin promised he would not miss this celebration. He told Adryana that her nameday gift from him would be their dance.

Aemond seemed to know that he was looking for Evin as he spoke up, “Evin is not coming. You know he has lessons with his Uncle.”

Adryana to hide her hurt at Aemond’s snapping tone. She knew he did not like her spending so much time with Evin, but she did not know the reason why. “He promised me a dance.”

Aemond laughed, causing his sister to frown. “And you believed the words of a Strong? Really, Ana?”

Adryana pouted and stepped back when the music ended. “Why are you being mean?”

“This has been a joyous moon of events! My oldest son and third daughter are wed, my second daughter is betrothed, and my sweet twins are another year older!” The King’s voice echoed through the feasting hall. 

Adryana turned her attention to her father, smiling as he continued, “Seeing my youngest daughter will soon be of age, I have made a marriage pact with the Castellan of Harrenhal to wed her to the heir, Evin Strong!”

The crowd cheered at the news, but Ana was focused on her twin, looking over his features. Aemond knew how to appear emotionless, although Ana could not be fooled so easily. She could see the way his body tensed, a glint of hurt in his single violet eye.

“Aemy,” she whispered, reaching out to grab his hand, but frowned when he only stepped back. 

Aemond stared at Adryana for a moment before he turned on his heel, heading for the doors. She followed him with her eyes, lightly picking at her nails when she saw Evin standing at the entrance of the hall.

The curly-haired boy had his hands clasped behind his back, seeing his friend coming towards him. He opened his mouth to greet Aemond, but closed his mouth and frowned when he bumped his shoulder on the way out.

“Go to the princess,” Larys whispered to his nephew. “The night is for you and her after all.”

Evin nodded, his eyes meeting hers. He could tell she was upset, but her sadness was not directed at him. His Uncle informed him ahead of the engagement, and he knew Aemond would not take the news lightly.

Aemond believed Adryana was meant to be his, bound in fire and blood, he said. They were born together, bonded in the womb. They were meant to be husband and wife, and Evin hid his feelings for the Princess, knowing Aemond would not be his friend.

He walked closer to Ana, taking notice of the eldest prince sneaking away, but no one seemed to care. “Princess,” Evin greeted, his smile charming as he stopped in front of his betrothed. He bowed to her, his hand outstretched. “May I have this dance?”

Adryana had tried to search for her brother after she grew tired. Often, she would have a piece of cake for him since he did not stay for the feasts for long. Although she found his chambers empty when she went, she still left the cake for him for when he got back from whatever he was doing.

She looked down at her own plate while walking into her chambers, pouting at her cake. Ana had a bad feeling that Aemond was not in a safe place, but her thoughts wandered when she saw a box on her table.

She furrowed her brows, setting her plate down before her fingers lightly graced the dark blue box. She tugged the ribbon off and opened it, gasping at the sight before her. It was a silver necklace encrusted with diamonds and large blue sapphires—her favorite.

Adryana looked at the piece of paper tucked neatly under the necklace and frowned, then opened it.

Wear this so others know that you are mine. Wear this and do not forget about me, my beloved. – Aemond.

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Bound In Fire and Blood || Aemond Targaryen Long Fic [Masterlist]

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𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: Adryana Targaryen was the youngest daughter of King Viserys I and Queen Alicent. If one is to believe the tales, she was crueler than her older twin brother and husband, Aemond. Some even mentioned that the princess had bewitched Aemond with the way he lusted over her and worshipped the ground she walked on. Believe what you will, but this story contains the true telling of Aemond Targaryen's wife, Adryana the Blood Queen.

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• Chapter I

[dedicatednotobsessed]

In the past my exes have gotten annoyed at me for talking about my interests and such (but it was okay for them to talk about theirs) and I got a little traumatized by that. So when I started talking to who I am now, he mentioned he watched GoT and of course me being the nerd that I am, started to talk about HOTD and Ewan. I apologized several times for my fangirl behavior but he says he enjoys it and does the same about his interests. 🥹

(He hasn’t watched HOTD yet but I’m hyping up team green so much because I might have to rethink my choices if he’s team black 😗😂)

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You let out a content sigh setting down the bowl of popcorn and two glasses of red wine. It was another long day of filming, and you were ready to unwind with some trashy reality show.

“Ewan, you have ten seconds before I start without you!”

You glanced over and smiled at the sight of your husband, who played your opposite on The Last Kingdom and now House of the Dragon, practically leap out of your elder daughter’s room.

“I’m coming!” Ewan blew out a breath, running a hand through his blonde hair that was getting longer by the day. “You know how Evie likes to ramble about her day with her boyfriend,” he said teasingly with a roll of his eyes.

You scrunched your nose. “Evie was telling me about her and Tom’s dream wedding,” you told Ewan, smiling more when he leaned down to give your lips a quick peck before handing him his glass of wine.

Your older daughter, Evie, called your co-star and friend, Tom Glynn-Carney, and you thought it was adorable. Whenever there was a free moment on set, Evie would spend her time with him if they were on set together.

“This is the new episode of Love Island?” Ewan asked, relaxing on the couch beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

You leaned into Ewan’s side, nodding. “And I promise I didn't watch it without you,” you said, smiling up at him.

“I'm still mad about that,” Ewan joked, returning your smile.

“I had nothing else to watch while you were doing Wuthering Heights! I didn't think you would check Netflix,” you grumbled causing Ewan to laugh.

“It's okay, you can make up for it in a few ways,” he whispered, kissing the side of your head as you cuddled further into him to enjoy your nightly ritual of unwinding down for the day.

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“This time I’m not going to con crunch,” she says as she last minute buys a pale green fabric to make a veil for her Helaena cosplay for a convention in 13 days.

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Update 1: A Dance With Death is going to be put on a Summer hold because I want to focus solely on HOTD while the new season airs. 🥰

Update 2: For the dragon summer spirit, my next short fic is going to be one of the two and I would like you guys to help me decide! (Both are going to be OC based 🩷)

Which short fic idea? (Both are enemies to lovers)

Modern AU!Osferth: when there’s not enough beds for the Spring Break vacation

Vampire!Aemond: Will include blood kink and smut

Voting ended onJun 13