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ZENDAYA as Chani in "Dune: Part Three" (2026)
ðððððððð ðð ðððððð ððð ðððð ððð ððððð ððð ðð. ðððð ðððð ððððð, ððð ððð ð ðððððð is hard for the other one to hear. to conceptualize given when she was alive their house was in its prime, with more dragons than her three children, & with plenty of silver haired, violet eyed kin to go 'round. their house had shrunk to almost nothing now with hardly any prospects to gain numbers but daenerys knows she can do this one thing ... she can win back their throne, she can take her rightful place queen just like rhaenyra had tried to do so long ago despite to no true avail or win. ( she had made the history books, yes, but it was a version her brother never told her about. he omitted what he did not want her to know, he was selective, & it had been up to daenerys to learn her own history. of what she could, anyways. ) now she stands as one of the lasts ... no one was left alive to share their stories or tell her things she could never know otherwise. it saddens her more than anyone will ever know yet it also inspires her to drive harder for what belongs to her.
ïļģ ïļĩ ⥠ã @zaldarias asked, " could you make it clear ? " ã
expression takes an uncomfortable turn with eyebrows furrowed, eyes lowered for a moment. hands ball into fists at her sides, body shifting from one foot to another. queen has to take in a deep breath before she can return gaze to her--rhaenyra, someone she is not sure should even be here ... however she was. â i am the last. â statement makes ears ringing as she hears it back. â of our house, of your blood. my children, the dragons, are all that remain of their kind. â it is why she protects them as she does, why she fears with all her soul at what could happen to them in this looming war to come. both with the threat beyond the wall & cersei lannister who sits in her seat. â i am sorry, " a pause, â but i am doing all i can to secure my victory, to make house targaryen the rulers once again. â
ðð ð ððð ðð ððððððð ððð ðððð ðð ð ððð ððððððð ððððð ðð ðððððð, ððððððð ððð tried to stick to her routine as close as allowed & possible. it brings a sense of control, it brings a sense of normalcy when everything else around her is not normal nor in control. rhaenyra has taken back her throne, she has begun the process of fully instating herself & helaena, a bit selfishly, has never been happier for anything else--it takes the weight off of her, it removes a title from her name that the young woman had never wished for. ( in truth she may have one of the only sibling to think different from everyone else. she knew from the beginning, from what her father had set, that it belonged to rhaenyra. yet, what power did she have ? she was second born of her mothers children, she was not the favorite. ) feet halt in their spot when eyes set on baela, fingers clutching her journal a little tighter. head tilts to the side slight as a soft smile spreads onto lips & into her eyes: â baela, â the name is spoken warmer than the other might have expected. â it is nice to see you again. how are you ? â
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thinking abt how daenyra feels as if she lost some part of herself when j.ace died, as his twin & they were always together since birth, but also how she feels like seeing her, being a twin & they look so similar in some ways, might be more hurtful to her mother because she reminds her of j.ace
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Daenerys Targaryen in Game of Thrones 4.01 - Two Swords
ðððð & ðððð ððððð ðððð ð ððð ðððððððððð ðð ðððð ðððððððð. ððððððð ðð in whatever plan umbrella had cooked up, whatever new verse they had created in their labs. was it ever going to be enough ? raccoon city was already bad enough as well as the situations which had followed--people like chris or leon kennedy fight them endlessly as does she yet claire had saved some of her peace by choosing something slight different. ( often times she wonders if these people are human. if they know the harm they do & simple turn a blind eye or are they forced to follow instructions ? ) expression is set firm lingering on angry, nostrils flared & blue eyes hard set on the woman across from her. â do you have any idea the pain you've caused ? â it comes out harsh, accusatory. â the people umbrella have killed. â
ïļģïļĩ ⥠ã @betrayale liked for a starter, ft claire redfield. ã
ðððððð ðððð ðððð ðð ðððð ðð, ðððððð ðð ð ðððð ððððð. ðððððððð ððð ððð ðððððððð that her home coming would accompany so many difficult hurdles that keep her from her goal. if it was not the pressure of what linger beyond the wall then it was cersei lannister who currently occupies her throne. what more could she do but take the steps as they come ? she was born for the throne, she was destined to free the world from tyrants & make as better of a place as she could. daenerys taragryen, the last of a dynasty. arms cross over one another as violet eyes peer toward the other, one of her dothraki guards lingering just behind at the door. a breath is taken in, eyebrows furrowing a little: â how do i know i can trust you ? â
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ððððð ð ððððð ððððððð, ððððððð ð ðððð ððððððð ððððððð ð ðð ððððððððððð to her own kind. people who would understand, people she could talk about to it, friends even. having grown up in a sheltered, religious household in a small, middle of no where town she finally had the chance to open up her mind & learn things she hadn't ever been given the chance to. nothing but time now, right ? being undead, being immortal ... she could do anything she wanted yet the roots of her humanity still clung to her bones or in her eyes. she was not changed by the centuries, by being born in a different time. legs bring themselves close to chest were she sat on her maker, bills, couch. blue eyes take a moment to take in the other across from her. rhaenyra was their name ? â that woman ... â having been turned at just twenty-one, just after her birthday, jessica was still almost overbearingly nosy. but, it was more of a bid for connection. â is she ... your girlfriend ? â eyebrow raises, red hair falling over her shoulder. eyes close to shake her head, â sorry i- ... i might'a not needed t'ask that. it's so ... quiet here, not lots of people like us. â
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ðð ððð ðððð ðð ð ðððððððð ðð ðððð ððð ððððð ððððððð ðð ðððð ððð ððððð, ðððððð type out of all of her siblings. even rhaenyra. but, it was good that she had it in her is it not ? she gave the order to let the dragons pass, she was the one who the guards listened to despite how she tried to urge her mother to make the call for her. she had had a point, she was 'the queen' -- or, was, but now a new queen had taken up the title. rhaenyra sits the iron throne as her father would have liked, intended it, & helaena selfishly feels an immense weight off of her shoulders for it. ( she had never wanted to be queen but no one asked her what she wanted did they ? aegon was crowned & she refused to bow her head to him. even helaena knew it was wrong but perhaps now some right can be given to the situation. ) hand continues to hold her leather bound journal, violet eyes gazing up sister with a softness in them. despite it all, the horrors she was forced to witness & have thrown onto her, helaena still finds occasion to smile.
ïļģ ïļĩ ⥠ã @zaldarias said, " so, where did you get that confidence from? " ã
â i am still not sure. i just did it, i suppose. â eyes hold contact for a moment before helaena lowers them to somewhere on the ground, a bloom she had been examining in the godswood. â mother told me i needed to do it, because i am .. was .. the queen. that they would heed my word. â head gives a small nod as if to affirm her memory of that day. eyes return once again for a moment, the book between palms being squeezed a little as helaena steals in a breath. â i wanted to help. for you, rhaenyra. â eyebrows furrow a little, watching the expressions of her only sisters features. sometimes helaena sees herself in some of it. â i did not wish to be queen, i- ... i was never given choice to decline. â 'are you mad at me?' statement asks.

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ððð ððð ð ððð ððð ðððððððð ðððððððð ðð ððð ðððððð, ððð ðððð ðððððð ððð ðððð. in the moment it takes so much effort for her to silence the whispers wanting to fan themselves against her ear, echo inside her mind in a tone that does not belong to her. the temperature always drops when she's in the presence of a spirit, when they decide to use her to say something unspoken in life. the repression of it felt like being drawn to the bottom of the ocean by weights, the fatigue that overtakes her & the physical withdraw is almost not worth trying to keep is pushed down. ( ever since she was girl it felt like this yet before the trials & horror of adulthood riley had been able to handle it better. perhaps it was the rose tinted glasses, the playful mind, of a child that made her 'friends' easier to digest. ) riley often hated what she was, what she had seen. would it have been easier to be normal, would she had been happier ? instead she was tempermental, grouchy, not the friendliest person alone. there was a reason she was alone.
ïļģ ïļĩ ⥠ã @stabscream said, " it's feminine intuition. " ã
fingers draw cigarette out of its pack as the other hand lights it, a long draw taken as she holds in the smoke for a few seconds. it's huffed out of her chest, eyebrows furrowing with the other beside her continues to talk directly into her ear. throbbing in her forehead makes hand lift, cigarette between fingers, to rub at temples. quickly, patience wearing thin, a groan arises in her throat. head turns, unruly hair following, as lips part to speak: â it's not fuckin' 'feminine intuition' , do ya understand that ?! â it comes out aggressive. brown eyes focus on him, dark circles more notable under city lamp. â i'm-a medium, i hear god damn dead people. yeah ? â a huff as she places cigarette back between lips, â now, could-ya stop stop yappin' in-my fuckin' ear for five seconds ? â