timothée chalamet as paul atreides in dune (2021).
❥ 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 .
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‵ perhaps i’ll write a book of great shit i’ve done nobody’s ever noticed. ′ ‵ as god as my witness, i will never be a victim again. ′ ‵ i’m becoming less interesting. the world is noticing and so are you. ′ ‵ you are such a soft and messy thing. nobody knows how to take care of you. ′ ‵ with each passing day i can feel my potential melting away into nothing. ′ ‵ everyone thinks i’ve gotten better. i haven’t. i’ve just gotten better at hiding it. ′ ‵ i haven’t felt real in a long time. ′ ‵ i told my therapist about you. ′ ‵ and i’m plagued by childhood traumas. ′ ‵ you don’t need a reason to save people. ′ ‵ and here you are living despite it all. ′ ‵ i can do this . and even if i can’t , i have to. ′ ‵ i’m afraid of what i’ve become. ′ ‵ i’ll do this my way. ′ ‵ you’ll be just like your father. ′ ‵ i wanted to write down exactly what i felt but somehow the paper stayed empty. i could not have described it any better. ′ ‵ sometimes i have a way with words — sometimes words have their way with me. ′ ‵ some days, i feel everything at once. other days, i feel nothing at all. i don’t know what’s worse; drowning beneath waves or dying from the thirst. ′ ‵ don’t promise to live forever, promise to forever live while you’re alive. ′ ‵ you wear the kind of smile that would be cruel not to kiss. ′ ‵ in your hesitation i found my answer. ′ ‵ thinking of you is a poison i drink often. ′ ‵ flowers will grow from by bones. ′ ‵ if i can still breathe, i’m fine. ′ ‵ you already know how this will end. ′ ‵ who am i? ′ ‵ i fought the war but the war won. ′ ‵ we’ll never be those kids again. ′ ‵ they made you into a weapon and told you to find peace. ′ ‵ they know you walk like a god — they can’t believe i made you weak. ′ ‵ a scar means i survived. ′ ‵ i was not made to be subtle. ′ ‵ my purpose is greater than my pain. ′ ‵ you will not choke the divine from me. i am my own god and martyr. ′
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This dark, dim, and semi questionable setting wasn’t out of the ordinary for the now, rebuffed squaller. Sill, he didn’t like to call to much attention to himself and answering this...invitation was definitely going to get some eyes on him. But at this point, was everything just bound to get worst? The outcome seemed likely.
It had been some time since he considered working with others; there were very few occasions since he left the second army but with the proper convincing anything was possible, he supposed.
There were others, it seemed, who also answered the summons and he was keen to hold back a bit to observe. He never considered himself clever or cunning but cautious? Oh was he cautious when it came to matters involving the Crow Club.
The establishment, it’s owners, and patrons were known for their slight of hand in every way you can imagine. You could either bluff your way through the game or play the hand you’re dealt. Robin was a terrible bluff so he chose not to hide his advantage in the world. It kept him alive this long even after his time away from the second army.
Following the group that came before him, sullen optics moved quickly through them all before settling on the crow’s head on Kaz’s cane. With an affinity for birds himself, the Squaller removed the falcon feather lined cloak from his shoulders. Instead of shaking the rain out of his hair he brought a palm to linger just barely above it manipulate the air around him to gently blow it off.
But even the non-chalent use of his summoning wasn’t his edge in this world but the the fracture of his spirit that should have been obvious to most, was only picked up by few. Some of which, he would come to learn, were in this very room of vagabonds and ruffians.
Unlike the rest of his company, Robin chose not to say word and took a seat in one of the open chairs.
“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”
Robin hated the aftermath of battle even more than the anticipation of it right before. He was unlike most young men his age who flourished in the adrenaline of conflict. Instead, he kept him weary and on edge. The Princess must have noticed that too. He would have much preferred to stay by her side as they awaited the outcome. Not out of cowardice but because of his high regard to life and the lives of others.
"I'm not very hungry..."
King's Landing; the place where men go to die. Nothing good ever came from the place in his experience. Even as a child, growing up in the red keep had been torturous. If it wasn't his mother's poisonous coddling (both literally and figuratively) then it was the Baratheon Prince's sharp tongue and hand. But it wasn't the Stag or Lion that hung outside the castle. No, it was the unfamiliar and looming three-headed dragon of House Targaryen a top a bloodied background that hung from the charred remains its enemies. Tully eyes blinked back the looming doubt that resonated with his return. If he were a man, free to follow his instincts and heart, he would have been heading North instead of South. As it were, being man grown, did little for him and the power he should have over the vale with the tarnished reputation Little Finger had so generously bestowed on him. Now he was here, by the strong suggestion of others, to bend the knee. If it weren't for his caution of the unknown, perhaps he could have more consideration over the positive aspects of this situation. Such as the fact that it wasn't Joffrey that he was pledging his allegiance too. Still, this was a place men came to die and he wasn't so daft to not realize that. His father, his uncle, branch upon branch of his family tree had been cut down by that throne made of swords. "Lord Arryn?" Yohn Royce's voice was a welcomed interruption of his thoughts. He was the only thing Robin Arryn could trust here and the only man he brought with him he could rely on. He had asked so much of the Mountain Men, he refused to ask them here and denied their service when they offered. "I never thought I'd be back here," Robin admitted through grit teeth as he bit back the pain of it all. The laws of men, prohibited after all, any further expression of his sadness in such a situation and place. Treading forth, he passed the main gates and headed for the long walk to the Great Hall, his heart racing with every step to meet with Westeros' new ruler. Little did he know his visit to King's Landing would be more dramatic then he was prepared for.
I still don’t know what my new work schedule is like but so far I’ve been able to write more and have been playing catch up on other accounts. I’m going to schedule time from all my rps and Robin will be included. I have some memes sitting in my inbox; at this point I don’t know if they are old or new bu I’m going to do them anyway.
I joined a multi-verse forum with Robin so at the very least I’ll be able to post up some drabbles here that I do for there. They just introduced GOT characters so if you’re interested just shoot me a message. I don’t run it but it’s been fun! They use the forum and discord.
Anyway, going to update my googledoc with new verse AUs.
GENERAL
- “Can you walk?”
- “How did this happen?”
- “What the hell happened?”
- “I hit my head.”
- “Did you hit your head?”
- “Can you hear me?”
- “Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”
- “Come on, stay with me!”
- “No no no no no!”
- “You shot me!”
- “I didn’t mean to shoot you!”
- “You stabbed me!”
- “I didn’t mean to stab you!”
- “Take the knife out!”
- “Don’t take the knife out!”
- “It was an accident!”
- “That/this wasn’t an accident!”
- “That looks broken.”
- “I think my leg/arm is broken.”
- “That doesn’t look good.”
- “Am I going to die?”
- “You’re not going to die!”
- “Calm down!”
- “Don’t panic!”
- “I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”
BLOOD
- “Are you bleeding?”
- “Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”
- “Is that blood?”
- “Whose blood is that?”
- “That’s a lot of blood.”
- “Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”
- “Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”
- “Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”
- “Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”
- “I won’t let you bleed out!”
- “You have blood on your face.”
- “I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”
- “What’s your blood type?”
- “Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”
WOUNDS
- “That cut is nasty.”
- “You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’
- “Don’t touch it!”
- “Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”
- “I’ll get some bandages.”
- “You’re going to need stitches.”
- “That looks infected…”
- “Did you get bit by something?”
- “There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”
- “There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”
AFTERCARE
- “How are you feeling?”
- “How does it feel?”
- “It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”
- “Let’s go home.”
- “I just want to go home.”
- “Let’s get you into the bathtub.”
- “We need to change your bandages soon.”
- “Get some sleep, okay?”
- “You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”
- “I’ll check up on you in a bit.”
- “You’re going to be fine. I promise.”
Mi rey
By clicking HERE or on the source link below you will find 21 [300x169], of Timotée Chalamet as Paul Atreides in the Trailer of Dune. These gifs were made by me from scratch for roleplaying purposes
There’s something happening to me. There’s something awakening in my mind; I can’t control it.
Dune (2020) | dir. Denis Villeneuve
h o u s e a r r y n
as high as honor
An animal caught in a trap will gnaw off its own leg to escape. What will you do?
Paul Atreides & Leto Atreides
-pops in from beyond the moondoor-