#timothée chalamet rp

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Independent multi-character roleplay account Mun is 30+ she/her. 10+ years of RP experience Rules / Starters / Bio: Elio / Eli / Hal / Oliver (full bios coming soon) Crossover OC LGBTQ+ friendly 18+

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Under The Light Of The Moon

Paul Atreides x Irulan Corrino 905 words

Summary: Taking place after the final battle between Feyd and Paul. Marriage to Irulan is inevitable, but what if it was to become a slow burning love instead? Messiah alternative universe.

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His own knife slid into him faster than he could move back from it. His breathing broke into a grunt of pain. Echoes of the people around him gasping in their despair. Paul staggered back when Feyd cast him aside. The Harkonnens mistake was not finishing him then. Pain and exertion took their toll on his body. He panted for air, the sharpness of it in his ribs with every inhale. The battle was over. This was it. They knew it. He knew it.

Paul was able to take one last glance back to Chani as Feyd approached. He didn’t move. Didn’t try to back off or pull his knife from his wound. One path. One more chance. Feyd would want to make a spectacle of this. Paul knew any other alternative would be his death. He wouldn’t count how many times he’d seen variations of this moment.

His hand shot up to grab at the offending blade drawing in towards his heart. Feeling it cut through into his hand as it was pushed towards it’s fatal mark.

‘I have you’

‘Aye, but look down, my lord. You’d have joined me in death. I see you found the mood.’

His other hand shifted with speed. Last chance. One final strike sank into his opponent. His blade. The blood flowed more freely from the wound into his suit. Feyd’s eyes changed from triumph to realization. They both sank down. That was too close. Feyd had been an excellent fighter, his final words spoke of his skill and respect. The people around him broke into ovation. An ovation of calls not to him, but to their god. Lisan al-Gaib. Now to be spread across the world in his name. This wasn’t to be celebrated, he thought.

Standing up straight and looking between the former Emperor and Irulan, his wife to be. He’d made a promise that he’d keep her safe. Paul would keep to his word, though he knew it meant losing Chani. He’d seen a time where she’d come back. He’d try to hold onto that. His eyes never left Irulans. Pity felt in the curl of his heart. This is the way it had to be, but he still felt sorry for her.

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After all was said and done, Paul was given medical treatment and the blood of Feyd would be cleaned away from the floor. He knew the Fremen would’ve only taken the water only to replenish their stillsuits. Being a Harkonnen, his water was impure.

“No,” he would say when he saw what they were about to do. “Give him full funeral rites. His water is now mine. It’s to be given to Irulan at the ceremony tonight.”

He spoke to the people, but it was also for the benefit of his wife-to-be in knowing what came next. He knew his words wouldn’t be challenged by anyone, but the significance of them was felt by the Fremen. Feyd was being honoured. Lisan al-Gaib’s reverence was to be followed as the word of god.

Paul ran on autopilot. Going from one motion to the next. Emperor Atreides. Mahdi. Lisan al-Gaib. Future sight made him less inclined to feel anything for one moment or another. His mind was elsewhere. Grounded by the discomfort and pain of being alive. He couldn’t afford to remain despondent. Ships were already being prepared to be filled and sent in the first wave of his jihad. None would know the true horrors of how damaging this path will be until it’s all said and done.

Once night fell they were to be married out in the open desert under the light of the two moons. Paul had sent Irulan to remain with her entourage until the ceremony. She had the Fremen at her disposal. Paul had ordered house staff to go to her and see to it she’s cared for. They’d likely offer to dress her traditionally for the ceremony.

He’d been taken and cleaned up. His suit removed and gone for repairs. Redressed in traditional Fremen attire. He waited at the entrance of Arrakeen alone. The rest of his wedding party and his sietch had already gone scouting ahead. He was to travel there with Irulan. He suspected she’d never been out in open desert. While the threat of worms was minimal especially after they tired in battle, the deserts were never completely safe.

He kept his hands folded together in front of him when house staff brought her to him. His good hand covered the bandaged one. They left at his signal. Finding himself truly alone with her for the first time. Paul didn’t move right away for them to begin the trek. Anything he thought to open with fell flat on a quiet tongue. None seemed like the right thing to say.

“Are you doing okay?” he finally settled on. Knowing this was all new to her. Paul didn’t know exactly how much she knew about Fremen culture. She was book smart, he knew that much. “We’ll have stillsuits waiting for us at the sietch. We’ll be there before sunrise. The ceremony out in the desert won’t take long. I’ll talk you through it as we travel. Here.” He dipped into his pocket with his uninjured hand. Pulling out a small chain with coin-like rings attached. It could be used as a bracelet or worked into her hair or outfit. He held it out to her expectantly.

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open rp // mfnb all ages @indiestarter

summary: [new friends and old friends welcome!] the candy man is found mid-song while picking some fresh fruit ingredients 🫐🍒 does your muse choose to interrupt or will they simply stop and listen?

"♪ Where can this good fairy be? Waiting in the woods for me... Maybe she lives underneath the CHOCOLATE-tree! ♪"

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CHARACTER WANTED

Name: Paul Atreides

House: House Atreides / Fremen

FC: Timothee Chalamet

Bio:

Emperor of the Known Universe

Sister to Alia Atreides

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We desperately need a Paul!!

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you remind me of every junkie I've ever met. 🩸

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WANTED.

“Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.”

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TW: drug addiction, alcohol abuse, trauma, mental illness, death, violence

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Character Hal Chevalier (OC)

Bisexual

Jewish, French, American, New York City.

Loving, funny, doting, manic, ambitious, caring, protective, vulnerable, addict, alcoholic, Untreated mental Illness, Impulsive, unstable, destructive, hyperactive, forgetful, insecure.

Hal is a very talented writer but he sabotaged his chance to attend his chosen school. It is his biggest regret.

Hal was born in France and lived half the year in New York City. His Mother is American and his Father is French, they are separated. They care for Hal, and they have tried to help him but now they are running out of ideas.

Hal started drinking when he was 14. Self-medicating untreated mental Illness and trying to cope with being overwhelmed by his parent's expectations of him. Hal has attended rehabs, and mental health clinics and spent time behind bars but nothing could slow down his chaotic self-destructive behaviour. Hal will do anything for those he loves and cares about, he has a terrible habit of latching onto people or trying to solve their problems when he needs to be focusing on himself.

Hal has a history of drug addiction, after episodes of overdose and trauma from what he has done to get the drugs it has changed him. What has happened to him is a mystery to even himself. Sometimes Hal doesn't sense, and sometimes his completely out of control. Hal doesn't understand the consequences of his actions and finds the world a scary and confusing place to live in.

Verses - Main verse. 19 years old, couch hopping or living on the streets. - Killer verse. Hal has violence that feels unstoppable. He has killed people. He keeps moving, he lives in a van and travels far from his victims until he kills again and has to move on.

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[festivelesbian]

I'm watching little women tonight. I want to trap Timothee Chalamet in a little jar like a bug and tap on the glass a bunch *tap tap tap* hello Timmy

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I Will See You Again

Paul Atreides x Ghola!Chani Kynes 830 words

Summary: A canon-divergent universe taking place between Messiah and Children of Dune. Spoilers ahead. The jihad has happened and wiped out a good portion of the known universe. The Lisan al-Gaib controls the new empire under the Atreides banner. After her death, Paul accepted the offer of bringing Chani back as a Ghola. He knows there will be a price to pay but has yet to see it.

Under the light of the two moons, his sayyadina took her last fighting breath. He’d seen it, knew it was coming, but to experience another moment of it was too much to bear. He should feel guilty for permitting it. Should have reasoned his way out of agreeing to it. But soon they were carrying her body away and there was no going back from the path now laid out before him. This was always going to be the way his vision went.

She was gone, and now all he needed to do was survive until he could be with her again.

He felt the overwhelming urge to abandon himself to the grief. It beckoned him in a serenade of sand and the sound of water towards his finality in this plane of existence. To live on again as an echo in time. Paul Atreides held onto himself as there was no more Chani to do that for him.

The noise of children brought him back to focusing on the present. How easy it was for him to slip away into himself.

He held them for as long as he could that night. Reassuring the children it was going to be alright. Irulan, Stilgar and Harah rallied around to ensure the twins would survive the coming months without their mother. He was told they had those same knowing eyes as Alia had. Abominations. He couldn't see their futures quite so clearly. In the end, he saw his own path remained for as long as Chani did.

Creating a Ghola was no simple feat. It would take time. Paul kept no track of the way the days bled into one another. Letting himself run on autopilot, flickering in and out from one moment to the next. Until that final day someone told him, “She’s here, Muad'Dib. The Tleilaxu would like you to accept this gift as they send their condolences for your loss.”

He was back in Arrakeen when it happened. Unable to leave the throne unattended for too long. The children kept protected under the watchful eye of his sietch back in Tabr. Unwilling to bring the children away from the bubble of protection they now had.

He’d remembered his first encounter of Hayt. Their discussions and strangeness between their relationship until it no longer was. None of it had prepared him for meeting Chani.

Removing himself carefully from the throne he ordered his Fremen to bring her to the room and for everyone else to leave. Chani had been created for the revered prophet and the Tleilaxu had given him the gift of another burden. One he would carry for the rest of his life. He’d resigned himself to carry it without complaint.

“Hello Chani.” Paul started, the vision of her floated before him into the room. Finding his voice faltered on sounding so formal. It felt the weight of their disconnect with his desire to be close. He'd been waiting at the bottom of the stairs to the throne, making his impatience known as he kept a shortened distance from her. The sound of footsteps around them indicated the departure of all others. Without the gift of sight, Paul relied on his other senses to reach out consciously towards her. Seeking out that spark he’d felt the first time he’d encountered her all that time ago.

“The twins are safe. They’re with your uncle. You must have more questions. I have some of my own.” He lowered himself to sit on the sandstone steps, reaching to pat beside him. Bringing the conversation down. Wondering if she carried any inkling of maternal instinct for their children, or if they were now also just strangers. Much like he was. A painful thought he wouldn't entertain for long.

He wasn’t the Emperor of all the known universe in this space. All he wanted to be was Paul, or at least, whatever was left that remained of him. “I used to get nightmares of some of the things I could see. You would wake me and soothe those non-existent tomorrows with a touch of your hand. I know there’s no waking up this time. No touch that can soothe me. All I know is that I couldn’t live in a universe where there was no you. Be that what it may. You're free to decide for yourself how you choose to live this life.”

Paul dipped his head and faced the ground at his feet. Hoping she wouldn’t stare too long. The universe had not been kind to him or the vastness of the lives within him.

“The Tleilaxu will be wondering how their previous Ghola has managed to overcome their conditioning. Though they won’t openly admit to this attempt on my life, or the lives of our children. Their means to kill me has failed, and you’re either here to remedy that situation or to also try for yourself.” He smiled faintly in a sad sort of way. “So... nothing new.”

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