#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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paid content!! 85%OFF click the source link for #500 gifs of TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET born in 1995, in A Rainy Day in New York (2019). All gifs were made by me, 268x150, for RP use only. Please, do not repost in gif hunts, gif packs or any other media without my explicit permission, nor claim as your own.   Like or reblog if you end up using them. comissions are open TW: drinking

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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

(Player can add more later)

We desperately need a Paul!!

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

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open rp / any muse 21+ (pre-estab vibes only plz)

connection: family member, best friend, or significant other.

"You don't understand it, and that's okay... But if you've ever been a kid driving down Route 42, you'd know there's something magical about that dewy dome and all those palm trees..." He's referring to The Wildwood Inn, a tacky theme hotel he's dreamed of visiting for twenty-some years and counting.

"Please go with me... PLEASE? Oh, and help me pick a room! I love them all, I can't decide... I'd like to stay in each one, just once," he sighed dreamily. "I swear on all that is holy, that if I ever come into enough money, I'm starting my own theme hotel... and I'll get to stay in a different room every night... and the only thing that'll remain the same is waking up and having breakfast with you..."

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DASH ICONS : TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET . by clicking under the cut you can find 05 dash icons of TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET. all dash icons were made from scratch by me, so don't edit them in any way, repost them or claim them as yours. please reblog if you found them useful.

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message me if you would like to write with Hal or any of my other muses. 

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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[elecctricsugars]

open rp // mfnb all ages

summary: woe is willy. y/m could be a stranger he's venting to or they could be an acquaintance. ocs and canons welcome. @indiestarter

"... First icy water interrogation, then a four-mile swim... at night... and now... attempted-murder by chocolate made via cooked books... It's not an exaggeration to say I need to go for another swim just to get all this off me..." With curls sweetly stuck to his skull, Willy shakes his head, crestfallen. One of the few times he's been seen this way since beginning his journey of joining the great Galleries Gourmet. "My clothes... I hate to say it, but they're practically ruined... I think this is too much laundry even for Willy Wonka's Wild and Wonderful Wishy-Washy Wonka Walker..."

"Luckily, we won't be needing its services anymore." Even his scarf was currently chocolate-covered, not proving useful in this particular moment even as a handkerchief.

"Or Tiddles', for that matter..." Is it wrong he missed that big lug of a pooch? "You know, with Scrubbit and Bleacher behind bars, what's going to happen to him? Tiddles, I mean... I-I really need to see to it that he goes to a good home! He must miss Bleacher something terrible!"

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Would timothee chalamet be wanted?

of course, we'd love to have whoever you have the muse for !!