#natalia arron

[kadisbook999]

Small sketches with Natalia and Rho

P. S. I took references from @likepotato

[lonewizzy]

I need to talk about the Three Dark Crowns series. I finally finished the series, and I'm disappointed and slightly angry.

I love this series

I thought the series was about how adults fail growing children and leave them with a broken and corrupted mess to fix.

SPOILERS

I thought our triplet queens were going to figure out the true histories of the reigns before them (like the Blue Queen and Oracle Queen) and then go on to reveal the treacheries that took place and then teach the truth of the Island.

Is Low Magic ACTUALLY the Goddess' truest magic? I think it is, it requires: blood, sacrifice, and intent. And it's as tempestuous as she is. (IF it is, it would make sense why she chose Madrigal to continue her line.)

The Legion Queen Plot: I hate it.

SO THE GODDESS JUST PUSHED THE REDO BUTTON!? Like, Jules CLEARLY was the Goddess' chosen guardian for her queen. I thought her final battle was her prophecy, "being the end of the queens," would have been IT.

Nobody spread the truth of the blue queen.

No adult in power was faced with the fact that they defied the Goddess' will, they just recieved the consequences for it (Natalia Arron)

Mirabella:

I thought Mirabella's death was going to be a sacrifice that was her own to make, not to avoid becoming Zombie Queen 2.0

Katherine:

I thought they were going to tell Katherine everything and get her fully involved in saving Fennbirn. I thought her death/sacrifice was going to be THE course correction. I thought with her, Mira's, and the losing Queens' final deaths, the Goddess would be ESPECIALLY pleased with Arsinoe as Queen Crowned.

Arsinoe:

Arsinoe, the Low Magic user, clearly pleased the Goddess, which is why I think she lives at the end. Technically, the Goddess got her winner. I think Mira and Katherine telling us that Jules would be the next queen was a mistaken prophecy (or the author shoehorning to make her ending work). I think If Arsinoe was a part of the trip to the shrine, they would have received a crystal clear vision.

I think Arsinoe and Katherine being switched at birth should have been focused on significantly more. It could have led to learning about the histories and intentions of all the gifts. Like, I think the Poisoners were intentionally supposed to be Healers/Apothecaries, but the Arrons corrupted then changed the status quo for power. Arsinoe's gift steered towards healing and low magic,

I think the Goddess' original intentions were for each gift to incorporate low magic as well. The Oracles seemed to have used aspects of it in their craft, which I think led to them being viewed as taboo or mad. The Oracle Queen was imprisoned 500 years before the current story, and the Sight gift was barely known about back then, too.

I adore the world Kendare Blake, but I have many more thoughts too.

[lightsims8]

Arron Reid

Arron Reid lives in my nocc LS8 Crick Cabana brick apartment, residential building with modern interior, in Willow Creek. Both are for download on gallery. [All his outfits, makeup, & accessories are set]. His likes; getting tattoos, working out, creative painter, likes music, alternative & summer, guitar, likes black & white colors, cooking not baking, likes mixology, photography, gaming, writing. Dates male or female, open-minded, down to earth nice guy, loyal boyfriend. Wants a roommate. Poseplayer in game poses by moc, flower chamber, natalia auditore, ._. ?... (2 or 3 pose creators names weren't on their poses in game, sorry I can't tag them, I can't remember for sure who they belonged to.)

[number-0-iz]

Okay so let's say that I would make a Three Dark Crowns fic. I could name it Unspoken, because it seems pretty. Would y'all read it?

[lushlife-07]

I JUST REMEMBERED I QUOTED THREE DARK CROWNS IN AN ANIMAL FARM ESSAY MY TEACHER SAID "nice phrase"

THIS IS EVEN FUNNIER WHEN YOU REALISE MY ENGLISH TEACHER HATES ME

(It was a quote about Natalia aswell)

[realismreading]

The First Summer - Indrid Down

Katharine’s first summer in Indrid Down was as cold and lonely as it had been every other night she had been in Arron stronghold. 

She had fallen asleep crying most nights, and had woke with a terrible headache the morning after. 

Her red eyes, forlorn expression and tendency to cry at any raised voice made her a particular target for Genevieve. She seemed to thrive of criticising everything and everyone around her. Her eyes were not the piercing colour of Natalia’s, capable of sternness but also kindness, but her lilac ones seemed to be filled with poison.

“Up on the podium.” Genevieve commanded early one morning. Katharine obeyed, too afraid to ask what was happening. “Down to your undergarments.” 

Katharine opened her mouth to question, but immediately snapped it shut and obeyed again. 

Don’t say anything. Don’t give her a reason to yell. She will yell more when you cry, and pinch you where the bruises won’t show when you can’t stop. 

Katharine shucked off her nightdress. Underneath she had a simple and light linen shirt and shorts. As she finished, she saw Natalia walk in. 

The sisters began to inspect her, walking around and occasionally gently repositioning her to inspect her knobbly knees or bony wrists better in the light. 

“Still too skinny.” Genevieve said. The younger Arron was not in any way shy in her statements regarding Katharine. “And weak, too. How is she supposed to be able to withstand poisons when her body seems likely to break if the wind picks up.”

Katharine clenched her jaw and kept her head steady to prevent herself from crying. 

“We’ll build her strength up.” Natalia assured. “Katharine, come with me.”

Katharine picked up her nightdress, pulled it back on and followed Natalia out of the room and back towards the room she slept in. 

It was not her bedroom. Not in any sense of the word. Katharine’s bedroom was in the Black Cottage. Her bed had purple covers and soft feather pillows that Katharine’s head sunk into at the end of each day. 

This room at Indrid Down was cold and dark and too big for Katharine. Her bed was larger than she’d ever need, and the pillows were stiff. The mattress was firm and awful at bouncing up and down out. Though that activity was best done with a friend. Or in Katharine’s case, her sisters. 

“Sit.” Natalia said. Katharine sat on her bed and Natalia brought over a small box. “I want you to have this. Open it.” 

Katharine opened the box and was immediately greeted by red eyes, and a curled up body no more than seven inches long. The animal uncurled and slowly ventured upwards towards the open side of the box. 

Her red, yellow and black colouring made Katharine smile. Such pretty colours! Black for a queen, red like the creature’s eyes and yellow like the sun above the Black Cottage on hot days. 

“She’s a coral snake.” Natalia said. “She is yours to care for. To keep you company. Every poisoner should have a nice pet like this. And a beautifully venomous snake like this is befitting the queen that you must become. Beautiful and venomous.”

“What’s her name?” Katharine asked. 

“That is your responsibility to take. As is her care. Until she’s bigger, feed her insects. When she’s grown, you can give her mice and small lizards. The servants are bringing up her glass cage. You must tell them with plenty of notice when you need more food for her. There is plenty of space over there for her cage on the dresser, and you must be careful when using a chair to reach over the side of the cage.” Natalia explained. 

“I’ll take such good care of her.” Katharine promised. She carefully held her hand out for the snake and her heartstrings tugged when the snake slid into it and began to curl around her wrist like a bracelet. “She’s a sweetheart.” She whispered. 

“I’m glad you like her.” Natalia said. 

“That’s her name.” Katharine told her. “Sweetheart.” Her voice did not quite feel like her own, and as Katharine looked at her snake again, she felt an overwhelming desire to always have Sweetheart close and protected. 

Natalia paused before speaking again. “If you insist.”

“Thank you, Natalia.” Katharine said earnestly. “I love her.” 

Natalia’s mouth quirked up briefly, and Katharine felt proud. That was the closest to a smile Natalia had ever come before. 

“You’re very welcome, Kat.” 

Katharine smiled widely at the nickname, though her heart ached. It reminded her of her sisters, and it was the first time she had heard it in eight months. 

It had been a long summer, and a longer spring before that, but Katharine felt better to now have a companion.

[a-little-slice-of-fandom]

*if the Arrons raised Arsinoe*

Genevieve: haha you seriously can’t tie your shoelaces

7 year old Arsinoe: I CAN’T TIE MY SHOELACES BUT I CAN FUCK YOUR BITCH

[one-pissed-off-child]

Natalia/Camille Happiness

Happiness

Natalia had always considered the vague idea of happiness a childish and impossible endeavor. And indeed, as she and Camille watch three little girls chase each other on the sand, she thinks she may have something even better.

Send me a title and a pairing

[saedii-gilwraeth-simp]

Natalia/Baby Kat (platonic ofc)- Thunder

The first sign of a storm is the cracking thunder in the clouds above and that was how it felt to hold this tiny child in her arms, knowing all well and good that she was about to ruin the gentleness of the newest Queen of Fennbirn.

Send me a pair and a title

[treegirl-love]

After Katherine’s Breccia Fall

Natalia: Katharine is at a very special age when a girl only has one thing is on her mind.

Pietyr: Boys? Natalia: Homicide

[queencamden]

Katharine: I can’t believe all these people dressing in black. All-black was my thing, and now they’re all doing it to be cool!

Pietyr: Katharine, I cannot stress this enough. We are at Natalia’s funeral.

[sprnklersplashes]

I love how the Three Dark Crowns fandom is like “we can excuse wanting to kill kids, but we draw the line at cheating on your girlfriend”, as we should really

[kadisbook999]

I confess that this joke made me laugh And I couldn't help but draw her I hope you've been waiting for the Dark Sisters

[number-0-iz]

So far I only have casted 3 characters + my oc 🥲

I got Pietyr, Mirabella, Katherine and my oc😭

[lushlife-07]

ODT SPOILERS

Page 308: "Pietyr has turned his back on her. A mistake." - just as Katharine throws a knife at him

Page 395: "Natalia turns her back. A mistake, perhaps, but she cannot bear to look at him any longer." - just before William Shitr attacks her

Ah another way they are similar

[realismreading]

“Katharine! Kat, calm down! It’s just a nightmare!” 

Katharine poked her head out from underneath her covers and almost burst into tears again when she saw that she was still in her dark and cold room in Greavesdrake instead of at the Black Cottage.

Instead of with my sisters, I should be with my sisters, I want Mirabella and Arsinoe, I want Willa.

Natalia was perched on the edge of her bed, concern written across her features for a brief moment as Katharine locked eyes with her. 

One flash, and then it was gone. One moment, and she was Natalia Arron, foster mother of the Queen, foster sister to the last Queen, once again. Stone cold and blank faced. 

But she still called me Kat. 

Natalia had been ... different in recent months. It had been almost a year since Katharine had been taken from her sisters and from Willa, but it had felt like an age to Katharine. She had never wanted to come here, she had never wanted to be stolen away. She wanted to be running around, chasing after Arsinoe and letting Mirabella gently weave flowers into her hair. 

She didn’t want to get pinched by Genevieve when Natalia wasn’t looking. She didn’t want this massive, stiff bed and lessons all day about poisons and tonics and toxins and plants. 

She was a poisoner who did not want to be a poisoner. A Queen who did not want to be Queen. A child who did not want to grow to hate her sisters. A little girl who wanted to know her mother and father and wear clothes other than black as everyone else did. 

Mirabella has always said that green would suit me. Green ... though it is a naturalist colour. Purple for a poisoner, she said, would make me look ill. My complexion and my frame would have people believe that I had been starved all my life, no matter how much Willa fed me. 

“It’s okay, Katharine,” Natalia said. “It’s just a nightmare.” Katharine looked around the room once more, making sure that there was nothing, no one, lurking in the shadows. 

Once the perceived danger was most certainly no longer there, Katharine pushed the covers away from her face and sat up. 

“What was the nightmare about?” Natalia asked. 

“My sisters.” Katharine said softly. 

“Oh? Are you scared of your sisters?” 

Katharine shook her head. “I was scared that I’d hurt them.” She said. “Genevieve said that I would have to kill them. She said that all the surviving women in my family had killed their sisters, that it’s expected of me to do the same. She said my mother was sneaky and her sisters looked peaceful when they died, but the foam at their mouth gave it away that they’d been poisoned. Genevieve told me that I should be smarter, that I should make them bleed and suffer so the island has an Ascension that shows the power of a strong queen.” 

“Genevieve is just trying to scare you.” Natalia assured. 

“So I don’t have to kill my sisters?” Katharine asked, suddenly brightening. 

Natalia smiled, and was quiet for a few moments. “No, you don’t have to kill your sisters.” She said. “But they will try to kill you. So you have to survive at any cost. You might have to make some hard choices to do that, but that’s why Genevieve and I are here. To make those decisions a little easier when the time comes.” 

Katharine nodded. “It’s alright, Natalia. They won’t try to kill me. We’re the best of friends, we love each other a lot. We could never kill each other. We’ll all be queens together! We’ll make history and we’ll live happily ever after!”  

“I’m sure you will, Kat.” Natalia said quietly. “Now what do you say we go down to the kitchens and try to sneak away some fudge? I have it on good authority that Cook made a fresh batch ready for Genevieve’s birthday tomorrow.” 

“Does it have poison in it?” Katharine asked worriedly. 

“Of course not. I asked her to make sure that there was some untainted ones just for you. We wouldn’t want Genevieve to be mad about a reaction, would we?” 

Katharine shook her head and Natalia opened her arms. Katharine smiled and threw herself into them. Natalia wasn’t Willa, but her hugs were just as good. 

Natalia bundled the tiny seven year old Katharine up in her arms and carried her all the way to the kitchens. 

And when Katharine’s eyes had dropped with only half of her fudge eaten, still wrapped tightly in her hand as if she were scared it would be stolen away from her, Natalia brushed the silky black hair from her face and carried her all the way back to her room, took the fudge and put it in the bedside drawer beside the bed, tucked Katharine in and pressed a singular, feather-light kiss to the girl’s forehead. 

She is not my blood, and she is too soft to kill her sisters of her own accord. So I will make sure she survives, even if I have to kill the other two myself. She is mine, and I will always protect her. 

My Kat. 

~

Thank you to the lovely anon who suggested Natalia comforting Katharine after a nightmare.

If y’all have any more prompts, I’m certainly taking them. I’ll do my best to write them ASAP. Luckily, I don’t have much to do for uni work at the moment, so I have a lot of time to write!