𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑,

[prumysa]

𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙺𝚂: 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 , 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 , 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 , 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 , 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊-𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆

𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷: ---

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𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽: 'green win' au where the greens when the dance of the dragons, got, iwtv, bridgerton, general supernatural, tvd/twilight and many more.

【 ✧ 𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙰𝙻 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂 / 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝚂 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝚄𝚃. 】

-- i write helaena as 14 in ep6-7, 20 in ep8-10 after the six year time jump, and 20 going into s2

-- i do write helaena as being on the spectrum/autistic. she is reasonably medium-high masking/functioning save for the stims she has, some of her mannerisms and behaviors. she has a sensitivity to noise, as we saw in the show where she tends to cover her ears when lots of overstimulating noise happens, food textures, and fabric. she is not prone to making or keeping eye contact with people unless she forces herself to, but even then she's conscious/monitoring of how long she's kept it and if she should look away or not. i believe she may also mirror people, in expressions or on how to act/react, in social settings or in settings with a lot of people (which is overwhelming to her with the noise, the expectation to act or be a specific way, to keep or make conversation, to have so many eyes on her etc). helaena does not like when people touch her unexpectedly or without permission and is very likely to reject or push away the advance/touch.

-- regarding helaena and aegon, unless written as a ship, i default to her not having any romantic feelings for aegon. she views him more as her brother than she ever has as a husband. their marriage was decided for them, something they were expected and made to do by forces outside of them. as was having their children. helaena will not call aegon 'husband' personally for herself or to others outside of when it would expected of her , but will always refer to him as 'brother.' but, she still does love and care for him.

--- i am canon divergent from h.otd season two in the sense that helaena does not act as if blood and cheese did not happen. nor that her son was not killed in front of her. in the beginning, yes, she is in shock. in denial. compartmentalizing the entire thing and tries to reduce her own suffering of losing a child, like when she said that low born people lose their children just as much or more than high born ladies or queens, by thinking she shouldn't be upset. that only lasts so long before the gravity, reality, of the entire thing hits her and she, staying truer to book canon, spirals into a depression and grief which ultimately drives her to insanity.

helaena also has three children: jaehaerys, jaehaera, and maelor.

--- i write helaena as demisexual/romantic, leaning toward somewhere on the asexual spectrum. she would only really be interested in sex or relationships if she has a strong bond with someone/your muse. shipping with her would take time for her to develop trust, feelings, connection to your muse to be comfortable with them touching, kissing, or being romantic toward her. as she also lacks experience in romantic or sexual settings given she married her brother when she was thirteen years old. romance and sex are not common thoughts/subjects that pass through her mind.

[prumysa]

i think, for right now, i'm gonna move hel back over to my multi @/roseguided ! just until the show picks back up again and i have more muse for her own her own blog. so, if you'd like to still interact with her over there come follow me x

[prumysa]

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇, 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 from baela as she lifted hand to simply aid the princess in fixing her hair. spending the day in the gardens, with the winds, it was bound to happen ... but, helaena never fussed much over her appearance as other ladies might've. it didn't come from a place of not caring, but more like she knew what she liked, how she liked her hair or her dresses, & that was it. she was not picky & in truth, she was more particular about things. ( of the fabric it is made from, of the feel of it against her skin. to have any kind of sense of comfort in her clothing, not to be distracted, it must be as near perfect as it can be managed. because of this, she does not change sets of dresses often. )

@loreforged SAID, " YOUR HAIR KEEPS FALLING INTO YOUR EYES, DO YOU KNOW THAT? HERE, LET ME JUST-- ... "

violet eyes look up to her for a moment after her body moved away on its own before quickly lowering themselves. what helaena did, avoided the others touch, felt extremely improper & rude of her ... but, perhaps baela did not know of her adversion of being touched without asking. it wasn't her fault, ❛ you may ... help me, lady baela, ❜ begins helaena in as gentle, kind, tone as she can muster. fingers begin twirling rings about her fingers to smooth internal feeling. ❛ but, please ... ask next time before touching me. it is not your intent to upset me, i know, but the suddenness of it makes me ... uncomfortable. ❜ to this, helaena forces herself to raise eyes to look at baela & she shows a smile before leaning forward.

[prumysa]

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖. 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 & 𝐈𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄. until she dies, until she's free of this blood soaked, in-fighting hell that she'd been drawn into when her son was murdered ... when would the next one go ? her sweet boy, innocent of his fathers crime--struck down as a child with no understanding as to why. though. perhaps it is some kind of mercy hidden in plain sight not granted to her daughter. jaehaerys will not have to witness nor live through the undoing of their family, the death of the dragons ... it was only a matter of time. ( helaena wishes she'd had more time with him. that she would've done more while hands painstakingly crafted a blanket out of care to be twisted, sullied, & turned into a funeral shroud. )

@perzonye SAID, " SEEING YOU HAPPY IS ALL THAT MATTERS. "

❛ happiness is not something ever truly afforded to me, sister. ❜ helaena speaks, tone clearly tired from her days of pacing instead of sleeping. the dark circles under eyes are obvious as was her exhausted expression--physically, mentally, emotionally. ❛ it is but a fools dream now, i think, for any of us. ❜ targaryens, she thinks. body turns as head glanced toward her open balcony window ... the maids had left it open, said some fresh air might do her some good as well as the sunshine streaming in. 'i could go now, be free of all of my sadness & pain.' it's but a fleeting through, for now, but her violet eyes remain fixated on it still. as if contemplating.

[prumysa]

helaena began sleep walking when she was a girl. it was first noticed when she was found wondering the castle late at night, guards having reported it to the king and queen alike. maesters consulted about it, as more incidents began happening, and they were told to keep a guard posted at her door who, if she should have another bout of sleeping, would simply follow her around until she returned to her rooms which she tended to do after a few minutes to ensure she did not accidentally harm herself. at first, these sleep walking episodes were just helaena's body wondering while her mind slept but as she began having more and more visions/dreams of events, of future things, she began muttering sometimes incoherent things to herself as she walked and these sleepwalking episodes happened more often. it was not uncommon for her unconscious body to wonder into her children's rooms, to stand over them for a moment to walking back to her own. nor was it uncommon for helaena to find herself in her mothers room, in rhaenyra's even while she lived at the keep. if not a guard, then someone in the keep (like alicent or rhaenyra or either of her brothers--depends on whos rooms she found herself in) could calmly, assuringly telling helaena she needed to 'return to her room' and gently guide her back if she does not go on her own.

in the morning, helaena has hardly any memory of being out of her bed. but, she does whatever dreams she was having. if someone had told helaena she looked right at them, talked to them, she would look at them in confusion.

her sleep walking gets worse after the deaths of her children.

[sectumsempraxz]

Macbeth (2015)

[calirph]

𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍

green and gold accents dress. hotd 2.06.

[prumysa]

𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒, 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍. what exactly had happened ? the princess is unclear. she had heard little murmuring about the castle from those of the court, from servants, but never anything clear nor certain. it was hard some days to know what was gossip & what was true. ( while she had always had a hard time understanding people's words, their actions, the princess helaena had been good at getting feelings. when something was wrong, when someone was upset. those were easy, but things like tension or vagueness were not. it was better to be direct in clear terms so misunderstanding does not befall her & she feel more embarrassed for being wrong. )

@zalarys SAID, " WHAT HAS BEEN DONE CANNOT BE UNDONE. "

hands fold in her lap, fingers turning rings on her fingers 'round, 'round, 'round. a similar habit she picked up from her lady mother. eyes look toward daenerys then away then back again before helaena can open her mouth. before she can ask: ❛ i do not understand what you mean, princess. ❜ genuinely speaking, brows furrowing after speaking. a breath taken into her lungs, teeth threatening to bite at the inside of her lip or cheek. ❛ what has happened ? ❜

[prumysa]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒'𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇. helaena perferred silence, calm, places where she could do as she liked without the lingering eyes of others. without internally worrying how those other lingering eyes are perceiving her, thinking about how she's acting or doing. the world around her is confusing, it instills a sense of discomfort cemented in her bones since she was a girl. why was it so hard to understand ? the people, especially. however, helaena & paul seemed to be inside their own minds more than the people around them. more content to contemplate than to comment.

@profecier SAID, " YOU AND I ARE SUCH SIMILAR CREATURES, HELAENA. "

the comment makes her pause, eyes giving a few blinks before arms relax. her embroidery hoop lowered closer to her lap with the raise of her neck. the princess pauses for a moment longer, brows furrowing, ❛ what an odd thing to say. ❜ is her only comment of the moment, violet eyes settling on paul just long enough to show she's paying attention before they lower again. helaena never was good at eye contact ... see too much or see not enough. ❛ no one has ever said they are similar to me nor have they seemed to want to be. ❜ shoulders shrug, ❛ how do you mean, paul, exactly ? ❜ fingers continue their work.

[lauradonna]

NOSFERATU — 2024, dir. Robert Eggers

[stabbyresources]

Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse.

[petalsprompts]

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 & 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄; 𝙺𝙴𝚈𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 '𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚂'.

change  pronouns,  tenses  and  other  details  as  deemed  necessary. &  please  specify  muse  when  sending  to  a  mumu.

I  am  a  secret.  That  is  all  I  will  ever  be.

If  you  cannot  hold  me  in  your  arms,  then  hold  my  memory  in  high  regard.

Do  people  always  fall  in  love  with  things  they  can't  have?

Everybody  wants  their  own  little  place  in  the  world.  And  maybe  mine  is  here,  loving  you  from  a  distance.

If  I  give  in  to  my  desires,  I'll  have  to  deal  with  the  consequences  of  stupid  actions.

Our  love  defies  logic  and  reason,  a  cosmic  connection  that  words  cannot  fully  capture.

Love  is  rarely  a  choice.

I  swore  that  I  wouldn't  kiss  you  again. 

I  kept  hoping  that  if  I  just  ran  far  enough,  eventually  I’d  figure  out  a  way  to  stop  loving  you.

You  said  you  didn't  want  this.  Were  you  lying?

Love  is  love,  even  if  it  is  illicit;  like  light  remains  light  even  in  the  darkness.

I  need  to  stop  running  back  to  you  in  my  mind  all  the  time.

I  do  not  lack  the  courage  to  tell  you  how  I  feel.  What  I  fear  is  how  you  will  react  to  it.

If  I  cannot  be  in  your  life,  then  at  least  let  me  live  in  your  heart.

It  is  terrifying  to  love  someone  who  is  forbidden  to  you,  terrifying  to  feel  something  you  can  never  speak  of.

If  you  come  away  with  me,  I  can  promise  you  pain  and  disgrace...  but  I  will  love  you  like  no  other  can.

We  were  doomed  from  the  start.  A  lost  cause.  A  losing  battle.

Everything  between  us  is  destined  to  become  a  mere  memory

Do  you  want  the  truth?  The  truth  is,  I  would  fuck  you  right  here  and  now.  Right  on  this  fuking  table,  but  I  can't!

I  think  perhaps  I  will  always  hold  a  candle  for  you  –  even  until  it  burns  my  hand.

I  will  never  let  you  go,  do  you  hear  me?  No  matter  how  long  it  takes,  I  will  keep  you  safe.  And  I  will  find  a  way  for  us  to  be  together.

[mcflymemes]

PRETTY WOMAN (1990) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

people put you down enough, you start to believe it.

i'd like you to spend the week with me.

what's going on out here?

i don't feel like being alone tonight.

i think you have a lot of special gifts.

i'm very angry with my father.

i'm sorry i ever met you.

do you have a wife? girlfriend?

no matter what they say, it's all about money.

no wonder why you came looking for me.

if i forget to tell you later, i had a really good time tonight.

it must be difficult to let go of something so beautiful.

i appreciate this whole seduction scene you've got going, but let me give you a tip. i'm a sure thing, okay?

can we just move it along?

i like him so much.

how was your day, dear?

you should go for him. you look hot tonight.

call me when you're through.

what's your name?

what do you want it to be?

you and i are such similar creatures, [name].

i called and called. where were you last night?

you clean up real nice.

what's your name?

that's my favorite name in the whole world.

i'm gonna rip off all my clothes.

wow, great view!

how much is this?

i don't think this would fit you.

i think you are a very bright, very special woman.

i'm gonna treat you so nice, you're never gonna wanna let me go.

i'm here now.

let's watch old movies all night. we'll just veg out in front of the tv.

look, i'll tell you what. i'll be back.

the bad stuff is easier to believe. you ever notice that?

you can't charge me for directions.

you got that... sharp, useless look about you.

i told you not to pick up the phone.

i just wanna know who it works out for.

name someone? you want me to name someone?

what's your dream?

very few people surprise me.

well, you're lucky.

can i have another word, please?

it happens all the time.

some dreams come true, some don't.

so what happened after he climbed up the tower and rescued her?

i can do anything i want to, baby.

you're late.

may i help you?

do you remember me?

you're stunning.

do you have anything in this shop as beautiful as she is?

could you come down to the front desk?

i was in here yesterday.

i have to go shopping now.

did you enjoy the opera?

i have to go now.

she's sweet. where ever did you find her?

people's reactions to opera the first time they see it is very dramatic. they either love it or hate it.

there's a sofa in here for two!

if they love it, they will always love it.

i want you to understand, i heard everything you said.

this is all i'm capable of right now.

it's a very big step for me.

i want the fairy tale.

you're forgiven.

i'm just using him for sex.

are you sure you want me to stay for the entire night?

[dragondreamers]

HELAENA TARGARYEN APPRECIATION WEEK [2/7] favorite outfit

[eleutheria4ever]

“source?” divine intuition, gut instinct, and cryptic symbolism from my dreams

[dancedthrough]

the only reason fiyero had agreed to this journey was for some sort of excitement. adventure. a new place he'd never seen before. his mother and father had made it clear that he needed to stay out of the way, so with that rather ill intended and somewhat offensive request, fiyero decided he would roam the castle looking for something to do. there's a grin flashed toward some of the servants, a knowing expression crossing his features as they blushed and giggled and whispered to themselves before running off. the prince whistles a familiar tune as he made his way down a long staircase, exiting a through a stone archway and finding himself strolling into a well maintained garden. fiyero helps himself to picking a rose from its vine, smelling the petals as he continued on, only stopping when he sees a woman hunched over something in her hands. 'what do you have there?' fiyero speaks up, stepping to the other side of her, only to jump slightly away at the specimen she clutches. 'oh, that . . . is that an insect?' he can't help the slight distaste in his tone. 'never quite been a fan of them, myself, but you seem rather intrigued by it . . . whatever it is,' @prumysa.

[prumysa]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑. 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃'𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓 been forced to attend their announcements or meetings. it was too nosy, too much attention which would, or could, require the princess to engage in socialization she disliked most days. she preferred being with her children, doing her needlework, or being here ... in the keeps garden especially with such beautiful spring flowers being in bloom. in fact, seeing them made helaena take pause, her guards doing the same, to crouch down in order to pick a few colorful flowers from the ground. she'd taken to sitting then , humming under the shade as fingers weave long, green stems into a crown for her little girl. however, in doing so, she gets distracted by a crawling friend.

it's the when @dancedthrough finds her, palms cupping a spider in between her flesh. eyes are fixated on it, observing its marking to determine which kind of spider it is. if it was native to this part of westeros.

❛ it is, ❜ replies helaena in a soft tone, smiling to herself. slowly, though, she comes to stand beside the other with her hands moving the insect closer. safe in her palms, no risk of jumping onto him. ❛ to be more specific, my lord, it is a rather common dwelling spider. one found in homes or castles, like the keep, to control the insect population inside. ❜ it was clear she knew much, found joy in speaking of them. ❛ you can tell by its markings, see ? ❜ this spider features a tan stripe on its back. eyes turn to him, purple lighter in the sunlight: ❛ it is harmless, i assure you. these type do not tend to bite. ❜

[loreforged]

she's got clumsy fingers. no good for the delicate work her mother does. but... perhaps that might be changed, with practise, patience, and persistence, as grandmother is always preaching. to think she might be able to weave her own beautiful webs, bring to life creatures and make flowers bloom, even see dragons take wing, like her mother does... ' please. teach me. ' naturally, all thoughts of needle and thread are forgotten when they reach their destination, jaehaera eager to clamber out of the wheelhouse, taking the hand her mother offers. she practically tugs helaena along, some of the younger dragonkeepers chuckling at her youthful enthusiasm, while the elders cluck their tongues in disapproval. dragons are not pets to play with, they tell her, as always, and jaehaera knows this very well, she does. but she is ever so excited to see her morghul.

judging from his trills as the keepers herd him out of the lair he and shrykos share for now, morghul is equally as jubilant to see her. there is a deeper, lower roar that echoes from one of the tunnels — dreamfyre, her mother's bonded dragon, greeting her rider. jaehaera pulls hard against her mother's hand, now more of a restraint than a comfort, just as morghul opens his maw and shrieks at one of the keepers who steps between them, seeking to calm the young dragon, though blocking his view of the little princess seems to have the opposite effect. ' morghul, lykirī! ' jaehaera's voice rings out, louder and more clearly than it ever does when it is the common tongue tripping clumsily off her tongue, and morghul lowers his head with a whistling purr, stretching his neck until he can touch his snout to her outstretched palm.

[prumysa]

𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆. out of the wheelhouse, onto dirt which turns into stone. the dragon pit is empty, no one had come for some time to sit & make spectacle of their dragons as the seats on both sides of them seem to suggest. the last time she was here was during aegon's coronation, when what she saw in her dream weeks before came tree .. even still, helaena can remember the cheering & then the screaming. the rumbling under the floor. though, thankfully for them the floor has been repaired in the weeks since. ( even if it wasn't, how could she deny her child seeing her beloved dragon ? to have a chance to see dreamfyre herself. it was important, the upkeep of this bond. the teaching from the keepers. if jaehaera, perhaps, would ride her mount once he was big enough. )

hold is tight on @loreforged's hand when they enter the pit, when the clicking & whirl noises of the baby dragon could be heard in an echo. the keepers are careful, slow, in allowing the dragon to approach. helaena, all the same, keeps jaehaera close but is relaxed enough to show morghul respect.

❛ patience, jaehaera. ❜ says the mother in a gentle scold. ❛ i know you miss your dragon, am excited to see him, but you cannot rush your presence onto your mount. you must let them come to you. ❜ as dreamfyre does, with blue snout now coming to nudge ever so gently against the young queens shoulder. asking to be touched, to be spoken to. hand raises, in the same way her child's does, to place against the warmth of blue scales. ❛ see how i do it ? ❜ palm rubs now, the dragon letting out a pleased, comforted trill in response. ❛ now, ❜ head nods, ❛ you try. be gentle, dearest. calm, confident. ❜