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VALYALINA HARKONNEN EDITS (1/?) / PARTNERS MAY REBLOG.

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AUSTIN BUTLER as VERNON in Eddington (2025)

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OSCAR ISAAC STAR WARS: THE RISE OF SKYWALKER  2019 | dir. J.J. Abrams 

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Gurathin said he wanted to show Murderbot the ropes, didn't he? Or something like that. 👀

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sliding into her with a sigh of relief like you are finally coming home

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Lost?

Hm, she has been, since self-exile had drawn her to strange lands; new lands, new courts. Perhaps that particular flavor of unbelonging has an echo.

"I arrived when I meant to." Not an insult, no staged offense. Niamh bowed her head for the clarity of it. "Tell me you haven't withered away in waiting?"

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The High King turned as he heard the door open. He inclined his head and a smile unfurled on his lips. "You took your time," he said in his lilting, calming voice. "I thought you were lost."

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Hi-res for y’all

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just saw e.ddington with my spouse... AND IT WAS SO GOOD

my spouse says that it'll make you realize how bad a lot of modern films are (because the cinematography, the beats, the everything in this film WAS SO GOOD). and the film student in me agrees.

austin had like ten minutes of screentime and he stole it though

(p.s. @topshelfperverts feyd and i are screaming about valya

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SEND ‘🎵 + PAIRING’ [ FOR FOX X VERA, FOX X FEYD, FOX X AGONIA, &&&&& FOX X FOX ]

SEND ‘🎵 + PAIRING’ AND I WILL TELL YOU... || @vuulpecula || always accepting (and always slooooow)

Vera:

a song that makes me think of them: A Car Crash For Two by Gia Ford

a song i think would play in the background of a love scene:  Tonight You Are Mine by The Technicolors

a song that would make my muse think of yours:  we fell in love in october by girl in red

a song i think would play during an action sequence:  The Bitter End by Placebo

a song our muses would dance to Always Forever by Cults (especially in Situations whoops)

Feyd:

a song that makes me think of them:  Worship by Amber Run

a song i think would play in the background of a love scene  Blind by Placebo

a song that would make my muse think of yours  You've Seen the Butcher by Deftones

a song i think would play during an action sequence  Inside by Gravity Kills

a song our muses would dance to Blood by Jed Kurzel (Duuune and Tender Is the Flesh verse specific c; ) / In Your Room by Depeche Mode

Agonia:

a song that makes me think of them Familiar by Agnes Obel (Bonus for Southern Goth verse: Pray by Xana)

a song i think would play in the background of a love scene  Fear of the Water by SYML

a song that would make my muse think of yours  Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene by Hozier

a song i think would play during an action sequence  Savage Dog by Palko!Muski

a song our muses would dance to Beggin' by Maneskin (Bonus: Pythia by Amanati, for her Dune!verse specifically--)

Fox:

a song that makes me think of them  Love is a Bitch by Two Feet

a song i think would play in the background of a love scene  UFOF by Big Thief

a song that would make my muse think of yours  Starlight by Muse

a song i think would play during an action sequence  Uptown Girl by Billy Joel

a song our muses would dance to Shackles by Steven Rodriguez

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He is addicted to the frost of her lashes, the ghosts he sees inside her— they were the same cell, once, subdivided by a cruelty called survival, and now when he looks at her he can almost taste his own extinction, sweet and numinous. Likes how her words can cut, covets how she wears her fate like a scavenged cloak. She is not his reflection— he’s come to believe, after too many nights watching her sleep, that she is the only thing in the universe that is not about him.

And yet, the only thing for him. Lips to the corner of her mouth, “Every kill today was for you. Did you see it?”

Where Giedi Prime burns bright and hot, Valya carries with her the icy remnants of glacial wastes, her blood still sharp with the native cold of their ancestral homeland, only shedding her furs upon re-entry and settling into the sun-swept heat of their second home, feeling the sands shifting beneath her feet to the beat of the arena where her brother returns to her once more. "Of course not," She says softly, her belly already swollen with hunger as she envelops him in her arms. "But it must be. For a little while longer, at least."

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—”Both of which need absolutely no embroidery, as empirical data more than provides.”

“yes! but it didn’t even have any flowery descriptors of my ass or the depth of my cleavage!”

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His mouth threatens a smile, but martyrs itself at the last minute. What would he have looked like, with gladness? He'll never know. Doesn't offer her the mercy of a lie, and that, too, is perhaps another cruelty, for the truth in him is shaped like a wound: raw, congested with memory, unhealed despite years of cauterization.

He sets his jaw. Some emotion rings between his teeth, wordless, violent, and bright.

“No.”

He lets the syllables hang between them, unfinished. There is more, there is always more that will rot if he keeps it inside; “If I could have, it would be for the same reason you hated me. Because that's what they expect. That's what they raise us for.”

He remembers, in a sudden incoherent flash, the way his uncle’s lips would press into the back of his skull, the sticky sweet scent of those overripe melons dotting the Harkonnen table, the way Vladimir's hand would clamp the nape of him and murmur what a shame it was the Empire would never let their kind rule outright. Feyd used to believe hate could be grown, cultivated, a fungus that thrived on rot. But the hate had burned itself out. Only the scar tissue remained: a thick rind around whatever moved inside of him, and whatever it was, it did not answer to hate.

Feels her beside him like a phantom limb. Some days, it stuns him with pain: with thudding, unplaceable longing; on other days, he registers only the absence, the way her proximity wipes out the background noise of Giedi Prime and leaves just the two of them, a forgotten note in some empire-wide chorus. What does she want from him? He can’t touch it. Whatever it is, it ghosts behind her every question, every gaze, sharp and needful and unknowable.

“What would it cost you to leave? Without your Witch-mother or His Corruptness.” To look back at her, unwavering. “You’re resourceful enough to slip away. To Chusuk, Ix, maybe.”

As he comes beside her, her eyes do not stray from him. She is ever a student- a demanding need to know all that there is, especially on subjects she is not well knowledgeable of. And killing, even if it wasn't her own hands in action, was something she knew nothing about.

And yet Feyd knew about it when he was seven.

Seven.

The reveal chills her blood and she can't stop the hopeless sound that escapes her lips when her head once again drops. She shouldn't be surprised. That was what this place was, and why wouldn't the Baron's nephew get any sort of a pass? If anything he was likely conditioned to even more violence....which was all too real with Piter's dungeon below.

"I don't want it," Irulan whispers, though tonight is just her first drop of it. Once she were to become Empress, orders would be made- orders that would leave people dead. There was no getting around it, not with the rising tensions in Arrakis. "I can't do it."

They sit there in the silence, her eyes trained on the trunk of the Pilingitam while her hands wring with imaginary blood as she waits for Feyd to call her a coward, or mock her for her lack of strength. At the very least place fault on her for being so fixated on that damn scar of his before retreating to his quarters. But instead, his voice is almost soft when he asks his next question.

Emerald eyes come back to him and this whole thing is so twisted that the Princess nearly laughs.

"Yes."

Eyes fall back to the ground. "For years I hated you." Her eyes close now. "I thought I still did....but if I hated you now I wouldn't have sacrificed three innocent men to make sure you stayed alive tonight. I wouldn't care about your scars. But I did, and I do."

Irulan swallows then slowly shifts so her back now rests against the Pilingitam and she can face the Baron straight on. "Do you hate me?"

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Pleeeaaase specify a muse, or it'll be Feyd by default.

sneaky one-liner starter call because apparently i can't reply to any of my drafts right now.

mostly for new folks/people i haven't interacted with a lot/at all, but go wild.