#Shifting Dune

[wickedzeevyln]

Paper

Lost in an ever shifting water-colored dune dyed with the last drops of a golden summer smelted in the sun’s furnace, a dream swallowed by a dream, you are. When this body shrivel into weariness but the thoughts must wander on, they clamber onto the sustained note of a night’s song to find you garbed in a dress of snow garnished with lilacs for the sight to feast. On and on, you lingered. When…

[druidshollow]

slugcat ocs, all purposed by someone to some extent

[houserautha]

I desperately need to know how Feyd handles his wife going into labor, and how he is during it! I feel like he would be so out of his realm, and in aw of his strong wife but also very distraught

I need to bear this man’s children

Same

I think you’re exactly right! In my head, at first, he’s totally cool about it. Like if his wife’s water breaks or contractions start, he’s holding her hand and coaching her through it.

But then labor really kicks in.

Honestly I think Feyd would feel so fucking helpless and that would frustrate him to no end. There is no enemy for him to vanquish. He can’t solve his wife’s problems with his blade or with his wealth or through intimidation. He just has to endure this with her as she’s doubled over in pain and crying out and cursing his name. And her labor seems to go on and on and on.

And as a result he would snap and bark at anyone who came near her. On a normal day everyone is afraid of Feyd, but now they’re absolutely terrified. It makes it hard for his wife to receive treatment because he glowers at the physician and the servants who bring his wife ice chips. Eventually his wife has to send him out on a walk or an errand or something — anything for him to relieve his molten-hot anger.

And, of course, he would be a good little soldier and obey. Feyd would stew the whole time and probably reflect about his wife’s pregnancy and his upcoming role as a father. And right as he’s wondering what the hell he just got himself into, a servant fetches him to let him know that his wife has started pushing and the baby will arrive sooner rather than later.

Harkonnens know well that labor is just as taxing as battle, so the physicians allow Feyd’s wife to labor however she pleases. His anger would transform into absolute awe and admiration, watching as his wife works through each contraction, body shuddering, covered in sweat and reddened in the face. And he would think that his wife has never looked more beautiful, that all of his victories pale in comparison to the slick thud of his child sliding into the physician’s hands, his wife’s resulting cry of exultation.

Feyd has never felt so many things all at once, or so deeply. It crashes into him like a fucking sucker punch. He uses a ceremonial blade to sever the umbilical cord, the tether between his wife and his son — who sucks in his first breath and releases it with tumultuous fury, bloodied and bruised from his own battle.

And then the physician is handing his wife the infant and Feyd’s entire world shifts. There is nothing more magnificent as his wife, smiling despite her prior agony, holding the babe to her chest as he squirms and writhes and wails. Feyd realizes with dizzying certainty how his family had failed him, had looked at him as a helpless babe and still wreaked havoc upon his life — and how he would never allow the same fate to befall his son. No, Feyd would do anything for his new family and, as far as he was concerned, his only family.

[amythetraveler]

Now my life wont be the same once i see dune again bc i wont be able to unsee this 🙃

[blxkstar]

ᴀʀʀᴀᴋɪꜱ

"My planet, Arrakis, is so beautiful when the sun is low. Rolling over the sands, you can see spice in the air." I made a playlist for the Arrakis. Please check it out!

Arrakis teaches the attitude of the knife - chopping off what's incomplete and saying: 'Now, it's complete because it's ended here"

I serve only one master. His name is Shai-Hulud.

[demon-of-the-ancient-world]

One reason I think the book-film change for Chani's character works so well is actually because she doesn't have much to do in the books.

As someone who affects the overall plot, there isn't much to her -- the only piece she really affects is Paul, and subsequently their relationship. So having her go from someone who's real only purpose is one half of an interpersonal relationship to someone who has a bit more agency works, and makes things all the more tragic, because she is really unable to affect the plot.

I have no idea how it'll be handled in Messiah (though I've got ideas aplenty), but at least in part 2...Chani being against the prophecy and Paul's rise really didn't change the overall story, only her relationship with Paul and therefore the lens through which the story was told.

Denis taking a character who in the books ultimately doesn't do anything with major repercussions in regards to the wider story of Dune (at least until Messiah, and then the only action of hers which majorly affects things is having Leto II) and giving that character an opposing viewpoint to her book counterpart makes things more tragic because the rest of the story essentially goes on in the same way in spite of her views. The story and outcome is the same, one character just feels a whole lot different about it -- and can do nothing to stop it from happening. Flipping Chani's beliefs around doesn't drastically alter the events of the story (so far at least), it just makes them harder to watch because you've now got someone stuck inside screaming that it's wrong, and can't do anything about it.

[000marie198]

🌹 :3

Hello, Thankyou!

I'll give you a fun one

"Lamp? Wait a second, you came from this?!" Sonic held out the dusty lamp, swiping his gloved fingers over his fur to rid of the dust now smudged to the white fabric.

I miss Shifting Dunes so much ough

[keanotte]

Just watched Dune 2. Im thinking of shifting to arrakis😭😭

[skybristle]

i posted this earlier but that was before i did the really high quality gauntlet piece ok ...

[ribbittrobbit]

also, the science fiction vibe that burrow's end is building up to is extremely cool and i love it so much

[skytouches]

Insane of me to watch Dune Part 2 and be like “it wasn’t long enough” when it’s literally 2.5h long but I wanted more development of Chani and Paul’s relationship and Gurney’s later influence so maybe I’ll have to read the books

[sand-and-spice]

Whale fur never goes out of style.

[daybreakrising]

KING DESHRET - CURRENT TIMELINE VERSE

DUNES MAY SHIFT BUT THE DESERT REMAINS (slight spoilers for the 'golden slumber' world questline)

everything we know about deshret points to him being highly intelligent and cunning, with plans within plans. there are many theories about his actions throughout history, including that corrupting apep with forbidden knowledge upon his death, per their agreement that apep would consume him to absorb his knowledge, was a kind of fail-safe he had put into play. so, to me, it only makes sense that he would have other plans too - and some text found through the scarlet sand slate implies that "his intelligence lies elsewhere" (delving deeper: the mausoleum of king deshret).

naturally, i'm taking that and running with it. whilst his physical body was indeed consumed by apep upon his sacrifice, he succeeded in separating his consciousness and secreting it away somewhere unknown in the process.

this was done entirely in secret: no one but deshret himself knew of this. he bound his soul and locked it securely away somewhere within khaj-nisut, where it remained for thousands of years - until an eremite seeking his throne, and his power, uttered the words of a prayer and awakened the consciousness of the king himself.

"whoever acquires the wisdom of al-ahmar shall lose their bodily form", states the scarlet sand slate on khaj-nisut, and this is precisely what happens to the eremite samail - in a sense. after his defeat in the 'eternal dreamland', samail's consciousness was erased, and replaced by the consciousness of deshret himself. thus, the scarlet king was indeed resurrected: into the body of the deceased samail.

IMPORTANT NOTES

though prophesied, no one actually knows of the resurrection itself. gods, dragons, or similar beings will be able to sense something about the eremite should they cross paths, but not necessarily know who he is (at least not immediately). the first person he would directly reveal his identity to is n.ahida.

he goes by the name "ammon" in his eremite guise. an incredibly obvious name if you know who he is, of course - and this is deliberate. he's hiding in plain sight.

though it undergoes a few minor changes, his appearance remains that of samail's. only his eyes and hair are altered to better fit his former appearance - the body type remains the same. for reference, samail had the look of an eremite sunfrost. his eye colour is similar to a.lhaitham's (teal with orange pupils). his hair colour is similar to c.yno's.

when travelling, he keeps his eyes covered in the eremite fashion. he will remove the coverings, however, when he is at rest or within cities.

he still strives to rebel against celestia. his goals have not changed at all since his sacrifice, though he has definitely learned a lesson with regards to knowledge. perhaps a little too late, he heeds the warnings nabu malikata gave him in the past, but his ambition still burns hot within him. (if any dragons want to recruit him in their war against celestia.... just saying-)

he commands the power of dendro. with dendro's ties to technology and knowledge, no other element made sense for him. for appearance's sake, he does carry a fake vision.

[nicollekidman]

SHE!!!!!

[amythetraveler]

Ok so,almost one week ago,i was buying an laptop cable(my dog bit my old one) in walmart with my cash,and on the tvs in the electronics section saw that they were having dune 2 on the tvs.

I think its some sign to start shifting this week(ive been pretty busy with some recent personal issues)..

Wht u guys think?

Edit:

Also,why tf i havent seen people say that they want to shift to dune,wich is so wierd bc i seen ppl mention how much they love leto in tiktok.

Any thoughts on this??

[demon-of-the-ancient-world]

Another excerpt as promised

A much shorter & simpler one this time cw: animal death

It’s dead.

Alone, a slight but noticeable textural difference from the sweeps of sand around it, easily visible beneath two full moons. His eye had fixed on it immediately.

Were it another creature – any other – maybe he wouldn’t have noticed. He is used to dead things. But it is what it is, and it lies dead in the sand, and he’s noticed it.

Maybe he’d known. Maybe that was what sent him down this route back to the Residence; this sand-swept alleyway far from the city centre he’d hardly noticed until now.

Sometimes the visions are still long and far from the truth – months, sometimes – while at times they’re true within seconds. In this case it’s closer to the latter; but instead of seeing what he’d come across, he’d only felt it. A profound, out of place sorrow he would never have expected from one of his silent, solo walks after dark.

Normally, this is when he lets himself forget.  

He kneels beside it, strangely unwilling to touch it. He’s wearing gloves – logically, it isn’t a problem. But he sits back, wary, as though it’s something much larger and more dangerous.

Its eyes have gone. Beetles have taken them, ants, flies. Nothing else. It hasn’t been here long. No sign of what killed it – no marks of lizard claws or talons of a desert raptor, rare in the city. Its sand-coloured fur is unmarred.

It occurs to Paul, as his eyes brush over the tiny, coiled limbs, that he’s never seen one dead before.

There was a den. A nest. He’d been brought there, followed...many people. So many. And then a knife; sometimes in another’s hand and sometimes in his own. He shuts his eyes for a moment, the memories coming hard and fast.

And then it’s all gone. Hasn’t happened yet. Never will, now.

There was a time when he’d known no other mood than sombre. That time has been scratched away at, slowly, gradually, over many years. Now it’s back in an instant, raw and brutal facts along with it.

He reaches one hand out towards the dead kangaroo mouse, hesitantly brushing a finger along the lip of its ear. An emotion he can’t name has lodged itself in his throat.

He wishes he could close its eyes.

An old pain twists in his chest and he fights a wince, rising to his feet. It will ease once he starts walking again. Some of it.

It’s time, now. Time to go home. But it feels wrong to leave the tiny body at his feet, buried in the sand. A small thing, so very small, yet wrong to do.

Here, the sand takes all in the end. It should stay. He doesn’t want it to.

Voices call out to each other from the end of another street, rising and falling. Some night insect hums on and off from a rooftop. Paul leaves the way he came, footsteps fading into the insect speech and hollow whine of night air through a windcatcher.

In the morning, someone will find the mouse. Maybe. Maybe they will see an ill omen – the namesake of their godlike emperor lying dead in the street. Or not. Maybe it will stay there, hidden, turn to bones and then dust, indistinguishable from the sand in which it was buried.

For once, his vision gives him no clear answer.

@fuckyeahisawthat i have delivered