𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓾𝓰 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻

𓆤⭒𓆑⭒𓆣⭒𓆨⭒𓆦

A project ✨️

Independant character portrayal of Helaena Targaryen for HBO's House of the Dragons series.

STRICTLY MDNI (21 +)

Writers below 21 will be soft blocked.

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About me

I am 30+ writer with a knack for plants/bugs myself. I do ask you be respectful not only to my character but to myself as well. Any issues, please discuss it privately. I am an open and understanding person and do not wish to upset/harm anyone for any reason.

Any chances I am given to write/befriend, i thank you in advance - C.

They say things happen in 3s.

Monday - a serious family emergency.

Wednesday I broke my screen and if fell Friday, causing mass hysteria again.

Friday my car killed itself due to possible theft.

I am moving in 30 days as well due to Mondays issue which resulted in fire/police and paramedics.

Rain check for tomorrow, I woke up from my nap unwell.

Awoken from my nap. Crazy dream. The vibe was bizzar again.

The sun spider ☀️

It's not actually a spider.

An arachnid...Yes but not much like a typical spider you will find in the corner of the quarters, threading a home.

She is a ground spider. One that lives in the sand of the desert.

It has eyes that see the darkness. It follows shadows, seeking refuge from the light. It runs from the fire.

She carries 10 limbs...8 for the walking and 2 for the air. When their hands do not feel, they become teeth.

They shear the hair from the dead for the unborn cradle.

If you see one running to you, please do not fret...She is seeking refuge from the sun.

It wears a crown. 6 hundred of them will walk in circles.

The wait for the hand from the sky to take them.

Say it back.

By request

They may seem as one but there are many species of bumble bees.

Fun fact

One in particular she will speak of today is Bombus lucorum

The white tailed bumble bee.

Fuzzy blanket scattering across the petals, they have a tail of white snow with bands of burnt gold and black like coal.

Tongues long enough to drink from the deepest of floral trumpets while some too short to reach and are fortunate enough to only bite the throat of the flower to get a single drop.

They sing a song in a low hum.

The rightful kingdom can hear the low hum however...The traps may await the humming as well.

It's quite the saddest aspect of life.

Silkie Chicken

She holds feather of spun silk. White like snow but beneath such plumage she holds skin as dark as ink from a glass, containing it. The colour seeping deep into her muscle and bones.

A beautiful bird.

..She is not for the swallowing.

NO!!

She sits on a throne of stone with 5 toes to balance. Her young held on a thread of protective string.

She is an exemplary mother. A caring mother. A protective mother.

The perfect mother to her young.

She has feelings very similar to that of a domesticated dog.

She is capable to love and to be loved by a mother like me.

A milkweed with a monarch butterfly feeding from its milk.

Does it call itself milk? It bleeds white when cut...

Why do they say those who taste the milk are considered poisoned but this bold, orange filled wings and fancy black and white designs that paint such an artistry design grow so bold from drinking the blood of such a plant?

It's quite poetic in a way that draws her curiosity more...Leaning into the plant and butterfly a little more until...She startled it.

The butterfly will remain safe and free...Flying in the sky...

However, it will not stop the peril that may happens when it suddenly...Stops flying.

Not all of them are used for meat!

They make wonderful additions to households.

A parasite

An ectoparasitic isopod that enters and weaves itself into the breathing room of prawn.

Though a parasite, she wouldn't consider it an invader but more or less some sort of stray thread that found itsway into tapestry.

Pesky thing...

Those poor prawns.

She's noted it has eyes...A rounded body and little tiny legs.

An exoskeleton...Like a crab but...Very tiny and...No claws.

Like shrimp but...Not shrimp.

They must have been swimming freely in order to get where they need to be...? Surely their eyes can see or do they have a strong sense of smell?

Curious.

Her mind is entering a state of wonder.

What would it be like to live life as a prawn? What is life like to be a free floating parasite and then wedging yourself into a place you do not belong?

Rambling again....side tracked.

Back to the topic

It feeds from the prawn's blood. Taking all of it's blood and energy until...The prawn cannot carry itself any longer...No energy left for it to produce its young...

It's very sad.