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The Silver Dragon (33/?)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character

Word Count: 2845

Story Summary: Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, the Lady of Runestone, was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge.

Ignored by her father, and alone following the death of her mother, she is raised in King’s Landing alongside her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen. As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. But their lives are far from the fairy tales they read, and as tensions in the family rise, they find their paths may diverge.

Will they be pulled apart when the dragons dance?

Chapter Summary: Aemond and Arianwyn awake with grand plans of spending another day together. But they are met with the news that the King has died in the night, leaving not only their plans unsure, but the fate of the realm.

Warnings: Adult content, Minors DNI.

Author's Note: Again, sorry this took an extra day. That book series I was telling y'all about? It had the absolute WORST ending I have ever read. I was so mad I couldn't write. And by the time I had calmed down, I had gotten out of the Aemond state of mind and had to reread the whole fic up to this point to get myself back into it.

Oh well, those books are already in the recycle, I'm back to writing, and I promise I will deliver y'all a much, much better ending (eventually)!

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The First Death

The King was dead.

Viserys was dead.

His father was dead.

Aemond felt cold hands closing around his throat, yet he could breathe freely for the first time in his life.

The world was spinning around him, yet he had never felt so steady.

His heart pounded wildly in his chest even as he felt a sense of calm wash over him.

He was relieved.

He was distraught.

He was happy.

He was heartbroken.

He was finally free.

He had never been more trapped.

They were supposed to go to Runestone.

Once Arianwyn had her trousseau and his mother had her feast, they were supposed to leave this all behind. Make their own home – together.

Not as a Targaryen Prince and Princess, the second son and his wife. But as the Lady of Runestone and her Lord Consort.

They were supposed to be alone together, as husband and wife.

For one year, they would spend every moment they could in each other’s arms. They would wake each morning together. Fly across the realm together. Spend each night – or really, any and every moment they could – entwined together.

After a year of marital bliss, they were supposed to start their family.

They had agreed: a whole army of children with Arianwyn’s hair and Aemond’s eyes. Each one with a dragon egg to warm their cradle, as Aemond had been denied.

Aemond already had a list of names in the back of his mind.

Their firstborn – their heir – would need a name befitting a Royce. A name of the First Men.

Yorwyck, perhaps. After the first Bronze King. Yorbert or Robar would also be fitting. Or something less traditional. Throughout his studies, Aemond had found several names that caught his eye. Aneurin. Caradoc. Tarian. Edan. Cadogan. Rhisiart, even. If they were feeling adventurous.

But their heir could be a daughter, according to the laws of the Vale. A son was preferred, but a girl could inherit, just as Arianwyn had.

Rhea was an obvious choice. Though Aemond was still unsure how he felt about Rhea having her daughter as an act of revenge, he knew Arianwyn would love to honor her late mother.

Still, there were other options. Though there were fewer historical names for women, at least as far as Aemond knew. But there were so many beautiful names for women in the Old Tongue. Isolde. Guinevere. Rhiannon. Ceridwen. Nimue. Eluned. Nerys. Briallen.

They would have to have so many daughters.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he did not want to give his children a Valyrian name.

A Valyrian name was a burden. A reminder of the legacy that preceded them. A legacy of conquest and glory. Of dragonriding heroes and silver-haired kings. Of cruel fathers and forgotten second sons.

He would not pass that burden on to his children.

“Aemond?” Arianwyn whispered as she stepped in front of him, bringing him back to reality.

The morning came crashing back.

Waking with her in his arms, kissing every inch of her until she had awoken as well. Her sweet, sleepy smile when she finally kissed him back.

Taking his time with her, as he had not had the chance to last night when she climbed on top of him. Worshipping her with his mouth until she screamed with unbridled pleasure. Finally burying himself inside her as he held her close. She had muffled her cries in his neck as she came, driving him to release only a breath later.

Their slowness to emerge from the bedchamber had given Elsie the time she needed to relace all of Arianwyn’s armor. Again, Aemond dressed her himself. But this time, he teased her, punctuating every movement of his fingers with a kiss.

He had lost his composure faster than she had, however. His hands were still tangled in the laces of her cuirass as he fell to his knees and devoured her again, lapping up every drop of her release with his tongue so as not to stain her riding trousers.

They had walked toward the courtyard hand-in-hand when they were intercepted by Orwyle, who nervously redirected them to find the Queen without telling them why.

That had led them to the corridor outside Helaena’s chambers, where they had encountered the Hand with a look of fearsome determination on his gaunt face.

Otto Hightower, perhaps the only man in the Red Keep who could look down upon Aemond, seized his grandson’s arm to bring them to a halt. He looked briefly at Arianwyn before turning back to the Prince.

“Your mother will need you now, Aemond,” he said, his voice that of a commander, not a grandsire. “Do not fail her.”

Aemond did not reply, only held Arianwyn’s hand tighter and nodded before continuing to Helaena’s rooms, faster than he had before. On her little legs, she had to jog to keep up with him.

He had a sinking feeling that he knew what Otto had meant. He didn’t want to believe it to be true.

But then he saw his mother. She sat next on the couch, reaching out to comfort her daughter – she had never gotten used to Helaena’s dislike of being touched. His hurried steps drew her attention, and the moment she looked at him, he knew it to be true.

The everlasting exhaustion in her eyes was sharpened by fear. Fear of what would happen to her, her children, and her grandchildren. That fear now encompassed Arianwyn too.

Her gaze softened at the sight of him, and she whispered an apology. For as soon as he saw her face, he knew that Runestone would have to wait. Arianwyn would have to wait. Their family, their entire life together, would have to wait.

King Viserys was dead. Whether it be to install Aegon on the Iron Throne or defend her from Rhaenyra, Alicent would need Aemond’s sword.

-

Even as Aemond looked down at her, Arianwyn knew he was not truly seeing her. Darkness danced in his eye and the shadows of his face. It was almost as though she could see his anxious thoughts swirling around him.

“Aemond?” she asked again. But he still did not respond. Her only indication that he had heard her was a subtle twitch of the left corner of his lips and the nearly imperceptible reddening of his scar.

Something was very, very wrong.

She turned to Alicent, desperate for an explanation. “What has happened? What is wrong?”

The Queen stood and came to stand by their side, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. Tears shone in her eyes as she spoke. “The King is dead. The Stranger came for him in the night.”

“No,” Arianwyn whispered. Her knees buckled, but Aemond instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her steady and standing. She was not sure whether that had been his purpose, or whether he needed to hold her as much as she needed to be held.

“I saw him last night,” she murmured, laying her head against Aemond’s chest. “I talked to him.”

“I know, darling,” Alicent said, lacing her fingers with Aemond’s with one hand while she petted Arianwyn’s hair with the other. “You brought him comfort in his final hours.”

But she had not. She had said many things, but none of them were comforting.

Still, she did not cry. She had already shed enough tears for that man. So instead, she simply pressed further into her husband’s chest, wrapping her arms around his waist to try and return to the comfort she had felt when she woke in his arms.

The Queen looked up at her son as he lowered his chin to rest on Arianwyn’s head. His eye was still distant, and no matter how hard she squeezed his hand, he would not look at her.

“I spoke to him as well,” she said, giving up and releasing his hand. “He changed his mind, Aemond. He wanted Aegon to be King.”

At last, Aemond flicked his good eye, wide with apprehension, to his mother. “He did?”

It took great strength to push back, again, against the doubt that Viserys would trust his eldest son with the throne. “He did,” Alicent insisted. “He told me so, in no uncertain terms.”

Arianwyn could feel his jaw clenching as he pressed his chin further into her hair and wrapped his other arm around her shoulders. Whether he was pleased with the King’s change of heart, she could not tell.

“Where is Aegon?” he asked.

Alicent grimaced. “I do not know. Ser Criston is searching for him now. We are to wait for him here.”

“I can have my men search, as well, my Queen,” Ser Warren Crayne said as he stepped cautiously into the room.

Arianwyn had almost forgotten he was there, that he had followed them from their apartments. She had made a promise last night to never take her guards for granted again, and she meant to keep it. It had been her plan to ask him to sit with her in her carriage on the way to the Dragonpit, to ask him for help in finding a way to show her appreciation for the whole regiment.

She would not be going to the Dragonpit today. She did not know when she would get the chance to thank her guards.

“That is a kind offer, Ser Warren,” the Queen said, moving toward the old knight. “How many of your men are familiar with the Keep?”

Their conversation faded as Arianwyn looked up at Aemond. “Are you alright?”

The haze in his eye finally faded as he looked back down at her, though his face remained stoic. “I don’t know.”

“Is there anything I can say? Anything I can do?”

He shook his head, pushing his forehead against hers. “I wanted to go to Runestone with you.”

Her chest tightened, and she had to blink back tears. “We will go. We will fly there on dragonback and make it our home. I do not know when, but I promise we will.”

She had made so many promises lately. She was starting to wonder if she would be able to keep them all.

-

They stayed in the solar for more than an hour as they waited for the guards to return with Aegon.

Alicent paced throughout the room, picking at her nailbeds or fingering her necklace. Every so often, she would stand by the door, hoping her presence there would somehow summon Aegon.

Aemond had quickly claimed one of the chairs by the empty hearth, staring silently forward and stretching his fingers as his mind raced. Arianwyn sat, at first, on the arm of the chair, playing with his hair and stroking his cheek to try and ease his mind.

Eventually, her position began to make her rear sore, as though she’d been astride a horse for hours. So, she lowered herself to the rug beside the chair, resting her head on Aemond’s crossed legs while he played with her hair. He always needed something to occupy his fingers when he was anxious. Arianwyn was more than happy to be that something.

Helaena did not stay long. After only a few minutes of waiting, she excused herself to go sit with her children, muttering about a “beast beneath the boards” as she left.

The room had fallen into a tense, uncomfortable silence by the time Ser Criston and Ser Warren finally returned.

“Prince Aegon’s not to be found within the castle walls, Your Grace,” Criston said, ensuring the door was shut firmly behind him. “Your father has sent Ser Erryk into the city to find him.”

But Alicent only sighed and dropped her head, looking decidedly downcast.

“Surely, that is a good thing,” Arianwyn said as she stood from the floor. “Ser Erryk is Aegon’s sword shield. He knows him well, and will be able to find him quickly.”

Aemond frowned, letting his hand fall back to the arm of the chair as they both looked at the knights.

“Yes, but he will bring Aegon to my father,” Alicent countered. “We must avoid that at all costs. But Ser Erryk has the advantage.”

Arianwyn was about to ask why when Aemond tugged on her hand in a silent signal to remain quiet. He did not explain further; he was presently trying to avoid Ser Criston’s gaze and the suggestion he knew the Kingsguard would propose. He did not want to leave Arianwyn, not when everything was so unsure. She must be kept safe.

But so must the new King.

The Queen approached the knights at the door. “I trust again to you, Ser Criston, and to your loyalty. Aegon must be found, and he must be brought to me. The very fate of the Seven Kingdoms depends on it…” Her voice faded as she leaned closer to Cole.

But Arianwyn would not have listened to her, anyways. Aemond pulled on her hand, drawing her attention back to him. He looked up at her, his face again wreathed in shadow as he confronted the conflict inside him.

To protect her, or Aegon?

When he took her as his wife, he had sworn before the gods, both old and new, to protect her.

For more than six years, he had honed himself into a deadly weapon for the sole purpose of keeping her safe. So that when the time was right, he could rid her, and the entire world, of the monster that was Daemon Targaryen.

But his duty to Aegon went back to his birth. From his very first breath, he was a second son. The younger Prince. It was his fate to fight for his elder brother.

That was what was written in the history books.

The younger brother went to war to die in the elder’s place.

The younger brother died to defend the elder’s crown.

The young brother always stood behind, putting aside his own desires, ambitions, and happiness to ensure the elder would be remembered in the history books.

Arianwyn was his soulmate. Aegon was his brother – now his King.

Duty had always been everything for Aemond. It had guided every moment of his life. Every action he took. Now that it was pulling him in two directions, how could he ever choose?

But then Ser Warren Crayne spoke, his deep voice carrying across the room. “I am not as familiar with the city as Ser Criston, but it is my duty to protect Princess Arianwyn and all those she loves. So, I will do all I can to return your son to you, my Queen. The remainder of my men from Runestone will stay here, to protect the three of you.”

Aemond’s heart lightened at the old man’s words.

Yes, it was his duty to protect his wife. But happily, he shared that duty with the twelve finest knights of the Vale. Knights who had protected Arianwyn all her life, even when he was half an ocean away.

It was thanks to them that he did not have to choose.

“You will stay here, Ser Warren,” Aemond commanded, squeezing Arianwyn’s hand once more. “With my mother and Arianwyn. I will go with Ser Criston.”

Arianwyn’s brow furrowed with concern. Knowing Aegon, she was all too aware of what part of the city – which street in particular – they would be required to go to search for him. She did not want Aemond to have to return there. Not due to jealousy or mistrust, but because she knew how much his last visit to the pillow houses had wounded him.

But before she could protest, he stood from his chair and embraced her. When he pulled back, he cupped her face in his large hand and kissed her. Gently. Slowly. Saying everything he needed to without making a sound.

Trust me.

I will be fine.

I will return.

It will all be alright.

When he finally pulled away, he looked down at her again with a question in his eye. He would not do this without her approval.

Arianwyn nodded, running her hand from his shoulder to his heart. She listened to it beat once, twice, imagining the Runes she had once traced there shining through his skin.

“Go,” she whispered.

“No,” the Queen called, hurrying across the room to grab his arms. “That would not be my desire, Aemond.”

He held her back, and spoke with quiet confidence. “Cole needs me, mother. I know the city better than Ser Warren. And Ser Erryk isn’t the only one who knows Aegon’s doings.”

Alicent looked to Ser Criston, then to Arianwyn, hoping one of them would support her. But they both remained silent. They knew he could do this – knew he had to do this.

He was the second son. It was his duty.

With one last glance and a hint of a smile to his wife, Aemond left the room with Criston Cole by his side. They walked out of the castle and into the city with a singular mission: to find the new King.

Next Chapter

[charmantevamp]

I hate my brain. @honorhearted well kinda. /j

It’d technically have to be modern verse cause Audrey physically can’t have children, at least, not before 1910. (See: Nicole de Lioncourt who she parents as a single parent but is sometimes adopted by Lestat out of pity).

Here’s Nicole!

But for funsies. Here’s Audrey’s and Benjamin Tallmadge’s extremely theoretical children.

( @honorhearted )

1782 and 1796, probably.

Angelique “Anna or Anne” Désirée Tallmadge - 1782.

Gender: female (probably inheriting her mothers lack of regard for such notions when she’s older).

Personality: charming, scholarly, persistent, a touch pretentious, and well dressed.

Special Talents: poetry especially prose, lying (affectionate), winning arguments, and being obnoxiously persistent.

Who they like better: Ben, shockingly, she doesn’t understand Audrey’s utter perceived cynicism and want to “keep her safe” she sees it as keeping her from doing anything useful. In Audrey’s defence, she, like Audrey is a first daughter, born 1782. Luckily didn’t inherit her parents much trauma.

Personal Headcanon: really wants to be like papa, but just isn’t, save for appearance.

Face Claim: Saoirse Ronan.

Nathan Achille Tallmadge - 1796.

Gender: male.

Personality: well dressed, good liar (not as good as his sister), persistent to a fault, overly optimistic, some cruel people might say overly sensitive, cautious, and understanding, good heart, loves too hard.

Special Talents: poetry but the rhythm sort, lying (affectionate), politics (shockingly), sword play and rifle shooting.

Who they like better: Audrey, he’s scared to take after his father and end up with his same… heavy emotional baggage. Granted, he’s not very good at seeing and sympathizing with his mothers trauma, she does well to hide it. From most.

Personal headcanon: Phillip Hamilton move over, you’ve got dandy poet competition!

Face Claim: Aneurin Barnard

[haljathefangirlcat]

i know nothing about 1899 except that aneurin barnard was there, but i've heard of the cancellation and i'm sorry for you <3 this extremely capitalistic culture of any tv show getting cancelled after just one season if they don't get the same ratings of a MCU production is insane

Aw, thank you for your message. <3

And yeah, I totally agree. Especially in this case. See, the thing that makes me so *froths at the mouth* about this is how arbitrary and dumb it all sounds.

Like. 1899 was being written by Baran bo Odar and Jantje Friese, the same people behind Dark. Remember how I used to (and still do) wax poetics about that? XD Anyway, like Dark, it was also shaping up to be a complex mystery show with a gloomy atmosphere, well-placed mythological references galore, and morally ambiguous characters who made questionable life choices and whose stories were probably going to be revealed little by little. So, Netflix basically already had proof that a show like this made by these people could succeed before they even began releasing the episodes, right? And when they actually did release the episodes? 1899 stayed in their top ten shows for weeks. People immediately started posting comments, analyses, theories, fanworks. They were engaging with it and clearly wanted more. And official reviews were generally great, too! Like, "this is one of the best shows of 2022, can we have more German stuff plz" great!

And yeah, this show was a lot more slowburn than Dark had been. And some people didn't like that, I guess. Personally, by the end of the first (and now, only) season I wasn't even entirely sure I could trust anything the characters and the narration had said about themselves anymore... or that I'd even had exactly the firmest grasp on either of them through the whole thing, lol. But that very obviously wasn't the result of screenwriters trying to outsmart the audience and keep us in the dark as much as possible for randomness!!!1 shock value!!!1, it was clearly setting up something much bigger that needed a slow, careful build-up and trusting the audience to have the patience to see it done properly -- the amount of detail and care put into it was honestly insane, and I and many others were more than willing to see all the puzzles pieces be put in their respective places one by one. Because, hey, surprisingly enough sometimes audiences like being trusted instead of being hit over the head with a big sign saying Viewers Are Morons and/or wowed with shiny but empty spectacles and "witty" quotable one-liners!

And yeah, okay, it was probably a lot more expensive than Dark had been, too. But... had the execs at Netflix really not taken that into consideration BEFORE okay-ing the entire project?! There were characters of... what, six different nationalities? All played by actors of those nationalities to make sure their portrayal was accurate? All followed by people whose entire job was making sure the dialogue they were going to be handed in their different native languages was accurate and not stilted, awkward garbage?! And that's without even counting The Volume, the technology they were using to film scenes set on the ship's deck and at sea to make everything feel more realistic, which was the same thing used on HOTD to film flights on dragonback and apparently worked well enough to make some of the actors actually sea-sick during their first scenes with it. I mean... did nobody at all look at all that before shooting started, check the numbers, and go, "wait, no, actually we are not willing to spend that much money on an international series/scifi series/original project that's not an adaptation or a sequel to anything/something that most likely won't start any trends on TikTok or get any outraged kids screaming on Twitter, so how about you tone it down a little"?

Seriously... why give your audience a taste of something so creative and well-crafted only to yank it away because, whoops, you didn't really take enough time to think about it and understand that what you had on your hands wasn't actually the kind of thing you wanted? Why take two people who had already proven their skill and their passion (and likely also their willingness to actually treat their cast and crew well, given that one of the actors from Dark agreed to work with them again in 1899 and others publicly showed their support for the new series) and then pull the rug from underneath their feet? And that's not even counting what a great time the rest of the cast and crew all seemed to be having from the interviews and the behind the scenes stuff...

I guess what stings the most -- besides, you know, being left hanging on a cliffhanger that was obviously going to lead to a much bigger mystery that for once I could actually be pretty confident would get a satisfying resolution while interrogating human nature itself in fascinating ways while getting there XD -- is that people like that, ready to come up with big, fun, interesting ideas like that and to assemble great casts and crews like that, giving plenty of talented and hard-working people their time to shine on such amazing and heartfelt works, don't exactly get Big American Platform Able To Pick Up Or Drop International Projects On A Whim budgets every day. And when they do, and they're even lucky enough to get it a second time... they get discarded, apparently. Tossed away regardless of their talent, passion, great ideas, good relationships with their colleagues and respect for their public. Right in the middle of creating something else that could have turned out to be wonderful.

... and then people like me, who'd love nothing more than to stick with them to the end and fawn over them after seeing them stick the landing again, are left with truncated stories that will never give them the satisfaction of a good ending (how rare have those become, anyway?) and the grim knowledge that they probably won't see anything else like that in a long, long time. Because "anything else like that" won't likely get picked up by the people with the money needed to give it the shape it deserves, or even if it does, it will be picked up and then someone will go, "whoops, didn't think this through, sorry, let's pretend that just didn't happen!"

Sorry for the rant, I really did appreciate this message. I guess this whole vent *gestures upwards* had been building up, too. XD

[maxitrash]

Hi! I was wondering about those 1899 cast photos that you posted recently (the three leads + the little boy, and the four Danes) -- do you know where those photos are from? In any case, thanks for sharing them -- they're great!

I got them from an Instagram fan page called @/1899netflix. Aneurin shared the post in his story that's how I found them. The actors were shot by Lorenzo Agius ! He also did portraits of the cast, they are available on his website but I cannot find the exact shoot from my post on it ! Hope this helps :)

[thedoctorwhocompanion]

Aneurin Barnard Joins Doctor Who Series 14

Aneurin Barnard Joins #DoctorWho Series 14

Aneurin Barnard is joining the cast of Doctor Who Series 14, playing “the mysterious” Roger ap Gwilliam. Well, the BBC calls him mysterious. Fans watching on-location shooting in Wales spotted posters of Barnard as Gwilliam, an MP for the fictional Albion party. Its slogan is “For a bigger, better and bolder Britain.” And that does seem to echo the political campaigns of a few right-wing…

[buck-yyyy]

okay, it’s official, i have the weirdest fuckin dreams

this time, it was ‘aneurin barnard was waiting in the hot lunch line at my school and also i was shooting my elementary school borderline-bully with a minecraft bow and arrow’

wtf does that even MEAN????

[frnko-mars]

Aneurin Barnard for 7th Man Magazine

[thegxldfxnch]

to be fair, you have to have a very high iq to understand the goldfinch (2019)

[cynicalromanticaf]

Shoot me daddy.

(Sorry not sorry)

[calamity-bean]

Actors Aneurin Barnard and Zahn McClarnon on what Impressed Them During “Barkskins” Production

Actors Aneurin Barnard and Zahn McClarnon speak with Reel Talker's Jim Alexander. They discuss what impressed them about the “Barkskins” shoot the most and what they learned from the process.

[edwardslovelyelizabeth]

Rebecca Ferguson as Elizabeth Woodville, Amanda Hale as Margaret Beaufort, Faye Marsay as Anne Neville, Max Irons as Edward IV and Aneurin Barnard as Richard III - “The White Queen” (2013) - promo shoot for “Radio Times” (June, 2013).

[behindfairytales]

Aneurin Barnard in The White Queen (2013) → Love and Death

119 gifs had been added to the pack. Please check the rules. TW/display: hunting, bow and arrows, shooting, kissing, candles, flickering, intimacy, nsfw.

[officialleotolstoy]

When you were reading W&P, which version of the characters were you seeing in your head? Or which do you usually picture first and foremost when talking about them? I see the bbc cast but comet anatole. lucas steele is too distinctive

Ooh this is a really good question! Also thank you for sending me random asks I really love when people do that :) I guess I’ll go through each character and explain how I see them. For the most part, I developed my own ideas of them in my head (some of which completely contradict canon but it’s about the ✨vibes✨) but they’re mostly based on the Comet actors since that was my introduction to the characters. However, even if I see a character as super close to the actor, it won’t be exactly the same cause then I just feel like I’m mentally writing RPF of the actor

It also changes based on the time in the book (ex: Dolokhov in my head doesn’t have a beard in 1805 but he does in 1812) and if I’m talking about one canon specifically (ie Comet canon) my mind will tend to use the actors from that adaptation, so I’ll just describe how I see them when I think about/read the book

Pierre

He’s like a bigger, rounder version of Josh Groban with lighter hair and less beard? His features are softer as well. I suppose you could say it’s Fat Josh Groban with a dash of Paul Dano, but he definitely doesn’t look as young and innocent as Paul Dano does, nor does he look as old and tortured as Josh Groban.

Andrei

Andrei is one of the characters I mostly developed my own look for, since he wasn’t really in Comet and I didn’t watch the BBC until after I read the book. He’s fairly sharp featured, he has slightly darker hair than Pierre does, and he! Is! Shorter! Than! Pierre! He never gets any facial hair in my head.

Marya

She’s one of the few who looks nothing like her Comet counterpart in my head. She has hair the same color as Andrei’s (a medium brown) and obviously her eyes are her best feature. I could see her with light freckles. She’s got a very average body type/height, maybe a little on the short side.

Natasha

Her appearance changes SO much in my head, often she looks like a younger Denée Benton, but sometimes she’s white and looks pretty much like her book description. It depends on how deeply Denée’s performance is rooted in my brain at the moment tbh. If the moment I’m thinking of is closer to Comet canon/happens in the Comet part, it’s more likely to look like her. She never looks like Lily James though lol

Sonya

She looks pretty much like a younger Brittain Ashford in terms of hair and eye color, although her face shape is pretty different. Her features are smaller and softer, and her hair is a little darker. I think she’s also taller.

Vera

I love her so much. I gotta write a post on that one day. Anyway, she has long dark hair and expressive eyes. She has the sharpest features out of any of the Rostovs and she’s pretty in a kinda scary way. She’s also tall and stares down her nose at people a lot.

Nikolai

This is just completely off the book canon, but he’s completely clean-shaven and blonde. The reason for this is that prior to this book, the only Nikolai I knew was Nikolai Lantsov from the Grisha Trilogy (💖) and their appearances sort of collided. I think he’d get freckles in the summer. He’s kinda tall.

Hélène

She looks mostly like Tuppence Middleton cause I’m a simp. But I think she’s probably taller and younger and her features are slightly more angular? I’m not sure how to describe it.

Anatole

You’re absolutely right he just looks like a more handsome version of Lucas Steele (no offense Lucas). Every person I’ve ever talked to about this has agreed that Lucas’s look is too distinct and just like. Intrinsically tied to Anatole. Anatole without stupid spiky blonde hair is just Not Anatole.

Dolokhov

I do NOT care what the book canon says, in NO universe is Dolokhov blonde. He’s got really dark hair and his iconic blue eyes 💎👄 💎 although sometimes they’re sort of gray in my head, I couldn’t explain that to you. I will die on the hill that Dolokhov is the shortest member of the Garbage Gang (him, Anatole, and Hélène). He’s only an inch shorter than Anatole but he’s like 2 or 3 inches shorter than Hélène and he’s perpetually annoyed about that. Like I said above, he’s sometimes bearded in 1812 but mostly not before that. I’m very bad at picturing people with facial hair.

Boris

To be honest, now I mostly just see Aneurin Barnard cause I think he has the right vibes, but I think my mental Boris had straight hair? And it was lighter. Also, he’s short.

Denisov

I don’t wanna leave him out because he’s a king but I don’t have a super distinctive image of him. He’s got black hair though and sometimes a mustache. He’s kinda short and stocky but also Shaped Like A Fghriend. He has kinda big eyes?

Thanks for asking, sorry I rambled and if there are any characters I missed that you’re curious about feel free to shoot me another ask :D

[chrryblssmninja]

The show's international cast includes Emily Beecham, Aneurin Barnard, Andreas Pietschmann, Miguel Bernardeau, Maciej Musial, Lucas Lynggaard Tonnesen, Rosalie Craig, Clara Rosager, Maria Erwolter, Yann Gael, Mathilde Ollivier, José Pimentao, Isabella Wei, Gabby Wong, Jonas Bloquet, Fflyn Edwards, Alexandre Willaume and Anton Lesser, among others. All the actors will speak in their mother tongue in the series, which was conceived from the start as a multi-lingual drama.

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"On set, all of the actors can speak English, so the predominant language is English," she says. "It’s so amazing to hear the read-through, it sounded quite beautiful and to hear the characters interacting, or struggling to. It brings a really interesting feel to it." Any temptation to dust off language skills of her own? "Alas, I’m quite rubbish! I’ve been learning German, but everybody speaks good English! I'll pretend to myself that I can actually speak it better than I can, but I do really want to put time into learning it."

1899 also offers her the opportunity to work with some very new technology, with the show's creators spearheading the construction of a giant LED Volume of the sort that has been used for series such as The Mandalorian. According to Beecham, it offers a new layer of reality to the job. "We’re shooting on a ship and it gives you seasickness. Well, not that bad, but you get that feeling like you’re moving, which is so useful. It’s like being in a virtual reality world, that stage, like a giant playground, it’s fun!" It's also highly adaptable, and made for a big change in the shooting schedule: "The entire set can rotate. Because to change the camera angle, you can’t move the giant LED screens, so the set moves instead, and it’s very quick, so in between takes normally you wait hours to change everything and here you have none of that, it just moves. The first time I went on it, it felt like a stage, but you soon get rid of that because stage acting is very different. It’s quite nice, it feels like a stage in the best way."

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The team also shot plenty of footage on the ocean, and have built a significant physical set for their crucial location – the ship – at the Babelsberg facility. It has been an exhaustive prep process.

“You literally take post-production and make it pre-production,” Odar adds. “Everything has to be decided beforehand, you have to create it, build it, so it’s all ready to shoot in camera. You don’t use any green screen, ideally. I hate green screen, you need so much imagination, and the actors do too. Having it [the location] already on set is a big benefit. And then in the editing you already have it all there.”

[bisluthq]

To me Dunkirk is more about the experience than about what happens in it. I love following the 3 different stories and seeing how they join in the end. I’m really into the cinematography, I love the plane shots. I think the soundtrack is amazing and unlike anything I’ve heard in any other movie, and I think it matches perfectly with the vibe. There’s a scene where they are getting people on the boat and the music is building up. You can see there’s oil on the water and when Farrier (Tom Hardy) finally shoots the plane down it falls on the oil and the music stops as it goes up in flames. There’s this scene where Collins (Jack) gets trapped in his plane as it’s sinking and at the same time we see Tommy (Fionn Whitehead), Gibson (Aneurin Barnard), Alex (Harry) and others inside a boat while they’re getting shot at, and the way you go back and forth between both adds so much tension in my opinion. From what I gather people are either obsessed with it and think it’s a masterpiece or hate it and think it’s boring

Okay so I am in between because I do see the masterpiece vibes and I love the soundtrack like it’s on my phone and I will randomly listen to it in the car BUT I can’t stay awake through it. I should watch in the morning maybe.