#ch: nate

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𝐈𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬:

Name: Nathaniel Mejias

♊︎☉ • ♓︎☾ • ♌︎↑

Age: 75ish

Sexuality: Gay

Species: Faerie

Court: The Itzamnás Court

Powers: Mediumship

Occupation: Death Whisperer; Courtier

Disabilities: Depression, Restricted Usage/Chronic Pain of Dominant Hand

tag list: @achaotichuman @lux-scriptum @sonics-atelier @livvywrites @autumnruby

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The Main Characters of Iron Wrought:

Bairre Hayes: God's Gonna Cut You Down - Johnny Cash

Ashwyn Ó hAodha: Burned - Grace VanderWaal

Seida Sherazi: Angel of Small Death and in the Codeine Scene - Hozier

Cameron Maržena: The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie - Colter Wall

Dacia Ó Faoláin: My Heart's Grave - Faouzia

Nikolas Mejias: Let 'em Burn - Nothing More

Nathaniel Mejias: (It's Gonna Be) Okay - The Piano Guys

Ceire Meirdryn: Various Storms + Saints - Florence + the Machine

tag list: @incandescent-creativity @idreamonpaper @solangelo3088 @halstudies @livvywrites @lux-scriptum

[soughtserenity]

" how the fuck did I get voted so low? I know fashion and women and what looks good on them who the fuck is playing this game? "

[jacobsullivan]

closed starter || @nate-windsor Nate & Jake at the camping retreat.

The sleeping bag he'd been given to endure two days camping was all but useless seeing as it didn't cover Jake past his shoulders. He found a better use for the bags when he challenged Nate to a hop sack race in his and Song's sleeping bag. He didn't think his camping buddy would mind, but he certainly didn't risk asking Song to find out. "Okay, so.." Jacob began to lay out the race's path. He spoke with one hand, while the other held up the sleeping bag he was already standing in. "...we go down this hill, allllllll the way across the field, around those two trees, then back up! Sound good? Wanna go on three?"

[georgianaortiz]

Dark eyes softened, brimming with empathy as she heard the weight in the other's confided confession. She, too, knew what it felt like to love and lose. Though she hadn't mourned her spouse in many decades, it was a grief she knew well. A lofty surrow that only time had eased for her, as she imagined it would for him. "Don't fear," A pleading coo. "Your candor is safe with me." While a terrible gossip at times, when Gia committed to keeping a secret she kept it. When the Earth finally reclaimed her body back to dust, she would greet death with a mighty full grave. For all she had spilled, the little brunette held more. "I wish I remembered more of mine.." It wasn't often Gia spoke of her human life, having occurred almost two centuries ago, the memories were fuzzy. Yet, she felt compelled to in their shared moment of vulnerable honesty.

Laughter, musical in sound, bellowed from wine stained lips, as amusement danced in her orbs of chestnut. "You are funny." The wine glass in her hand went dry after one, last sip, and Gia quietly beckoned the bartender for two more. "Mozart? Sure. He's a classic. Speaking of the rap genre, I must admit, Tupac was a prolific, modern poet, and any EDM..." She annunciated each letter, like it entertained her to do so. "..is not my particular cup of tea."

Nate's brows drew together, immediately rejecting the motherly tone, stitched together entirely by an echo of adolescent defiance. It held for one sluggish beat before he blinked it away, eyes sliding from her face back to the menu in his hand. She seemed to think he was already sloshed, but his too-loud brain thoughts begged to differ. Although, he'd just called them brain thoughts so maybe she was onto something.

Her commentary on the music made his eyes snap back to her again, foggy brain clearing as he found himself feeling suddenly defensive. Until a few months ago, he'd loved this song, loved what it meant to him, the memories woven through every note like a tapestry. The only thing dreadful about it was the fact that all he had now were the memories. "It was my wedding song," he heard himself admit, eyes widening a little in horror at his candid admission. But it was out there so he was going with it. "So I suppose my dreadful and your dreadful don't quite see eye to eye. I am curious what you'd find passable, though. Mozart? Sir Mix-a-Lot? ...Steve Aoki?"

[yaolmao]

It takes two to solve the puzzle ig

[hephaestn]

Nate Mann as Robert ‘Rosie’ Rosenthal Masters of the Air (2024) — Part Six

[mylovelookup]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is dedicated to Mor who’s always such a sweetheart to me by never failing to lend me their eyes when I look at my work. Thank you for being you and for always commenting on everything I make. Your tags and comments literally give me life ! You’re the best and ily! @vamqira

[lunar-years]

hello everyone here's my very late and very humble contribution to swiftie powerpoint night

[tedlassosource]

3.10 | 3.11 (aka nate sneaking into richmond to personally deliver a handwritten apology and kind gesture to will, then checking in with him to make sure one of the people he wronged most wants him back at the club as well)

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ᴏᴄ ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄꜱ: ɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴɪᴇʟ ᴍᴇᴊɪᴀꜱ, ɢᴀʏ, ʜɪꜱᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ꜰᴀᴇʀɪᴇ

ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ʟɪɢʜᴛ

ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄʀɪᴇꜱ

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙ ᴜ ᴛ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ꜰ ʟ ɪ ᴇ ꜱ

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WIP Aesthetics: The Male Characters of Iron Wrought

Forgive Me

I'm Just a M a n

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[rosiesriiveters]

This excerpt from Masters of the Air lives in my brain rent free by the way:

With the war over, [Rosenthal] was still not through.  Back home in Brooklyn, working for his old Manhattan law firm, he found himself in an unsettled state. “Throughout my war service, I had been tightly disciplined. I put the brake on my emotions and probably held too much inside me. Now I began to unravel. I couldn’t concentrate, I couldn’t focus on my work. We were working on some important law cases but the work seemed humdrum compared to what I had just been through.”  Rosenthal had been closely following the news of the Nuremberg war crimes tribunal, which had convened in November 1945, and felt he ought to be there.  […]  [Rosenthal’s] job was to investigate the racial crimes committed by those who served under Göring, Joel, and Keitel.  “I interrogated all three of them. Göring was arrogant and unrepentant, but the army generals talked to me in a grandfatherly way, claiming they had nothing to do with the Nazi atrocities. Keitel was especially insistent that he had adhered to the German military’s code of honor. They lied, of course.” “Seeing these strutting conquerors after they were sentenced - powerless, pathetic, and preparing for the hangman - was the closure I needed. Justice had overtaken evil. My war was over."

[jacobsullivan]

closed starter for @nate-windsor Jamie + Nate at a Karaoke Bar in town.

It'd been a tough few weeks to say the least. The mental anguish ate away at every healthy copying mechanism he'd sought to develop, and Jamie was back in the bars to drown his sorrows. Inspired by his heart ache and too much to drink to get up and sing.

The music began. He didn't need to look at the screen but knew the words by heart.

Achey Breaky Heart

A poet more than he was a performer, an artist who rarely was the face of his work. The stage wasn't, usually, a comfortable place for Jamie. Though, tonight he shined. He was sure the tequila helped with how confidently he belted the country tune. His voice more than bearable to listen to, minus the notes he put a little too much feeling into.

After a modest round of applause, likely from patrons as drunk as he was, Jamie retook his seat. Another round or three and maybe he'd put in a song again. For now, he gave other love sick smucks a try.

[felicitykings]

NATE MACAULEY & BRONWYN ROJAS

ONE OF US IS LYING (2021-2022) ↳ 2.05 Simon Says Ho Ho Ho!

[reinanova]

you know a show/book/media did something right when the fandom writes fanfics that are an extension of canon, rather than a rewrite of canon