#and it being dune too is crazy

[calamitoustide]

Frank Herbert, Dune Messiah

regulus black

[controld3vil]

invisible strings

pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (platonic)

synopsis: requested/inspired by this ask!

⤷ alt: coincidences are strange. however, what's more strange was not knowing you were in previous works with your costars.

notes: this one is pretty short. reader is gender neutral. set in the same verse as popcorn bucket (♡´౪`♡)

Ding!

"Ah I don't think you guys are going to get this one," you puffed, eyes trailing down to the question on the Vanity Fair card. The cast and you were playing the Vanity Fair Game Show for a fun video. You all eventually filmed with one another at some time during production. Though your schedules were all over the place/locations, everyone got along with each other. That is to say, some like yourself had been in the first film and kept in contact for the sequel. "What was my first show audition?"

Mumbles in unison scurried. Some hums and thought-provoking nods were seen as you hurriedly scribbled down your answer in black ink.

"Oo Shake It Up!" Zendaya points out, eyes wide with her quick response.

Austin Butler who sat beside Florence Pugh raised his head, almost surprised. "Wait, really?" While the blonde actress knowingly glances back to you for confirmation. The rest of the cast was all too eager to know because clearly they had no idea.

"Yes, correct!" You raised your arms, doing jazz hands. In a burst of energy, the mixed actress scores a bright grin, raising her fist in the air in victory. Only for you to pump her fist back, smiling back.

"How were we supposed to know that?" Timothee Chalamet says, snickering accusatively at the camera as if they had an answer. His gaze moves towards you, "You never told us that!"

You shrugged your shoulders, looking half guilty. "You're lost, pal!"

"At least I got the point!" Zendaya puffs up her chest, swiping the invisible dust off her shoulders while Florence giggles. However Timothee looked almost offended even.

"Wait you were in Shake It Up?" Austin shakes his head in pure astonishment. You gave him a slow nod, as his expression grew wider, eyes staring at you in awe. "That's crazy! I didn't know that!"

"Was it a show?" Josh Brolin's comment seemingly pops in and all four of the younger cast including yourself snickered shortly. His cluelessness only substituted for better curiosity to you. As really, you never really told them about your previous works.

"It was a Disney show," Flipping the Vanity Fair card over, only to reveal your messy handwriting, you stated fondly. Timothee then hastily pointed at the small drawing you drew next to your answer. It breaks your concentration for a second as he only stares at it in confusion while Zendaya covers her mouth from giggling. "Like a sitcom really. And I played one of the background dancers." Even you couldn't stop yourself from giggling further, taking a look at your draw.

Truly it was one of those topics that are never mentioned around you. The only reason Zendaya had known was that you had told her once about it when discussing your dance careers. The both of you were young actors and did not expect to know each other back then and even now. Though it was a cute recollection to look back upon.

"Is that a stick figure waving his arms?" Florence cocks her head sideways, having a concentrated face.

"He's supposed to be dancing!" You plead, pointing at the way you drew his arms in the air.

"That is not dancing!" Timothee's smile only grew wider from laughing too much, having to lean forward to look at the little drawing closer. "He just looks- like he's discombobulated!"

"PFFTT!"

"I mean it's a cute drawing!"

"You know what- you don't appreciate my art," You gently placed the card on the floor, giving your costar the stink eye. "I thought this was a fun game, you guys! People are being bullied for no reason!"

"No- I'm not saying your drawings are bad!" The French actor stumbles, in beats of laughter, clenching his cards to his chest. You only swat his presence away before grabbing another question.

In another instance, Austin takes his turn. For a few rounds, he asked about his hobbies, such as what instruments he knew to play. It was quick flashed answers, one by one you managed to pass through flying colors.

"Guitar and piano," Austin bobs his head, as the rest of cast suddenly became enamored at his musical skills.

"Hey!"

"Alright!"

"But also violin," He says sheerly, scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh okay!" Florence drags out an amused hum, in a teasing manner.

"Is that true?" Timothee quirks his brow, having one leg over another, looking all composed.

"Yeah."

"Okay, let's go Disney Channel kids!" You chanted, with the mixed actress a seat away from you joined with as well. You both raised your hands in victory while Austin looked away and blushed.

"We got all the talent!"

At the CCXP Panel in Brazil, fans from all over came to attend to fantastic event. Hosted by Collider Interview, it was a massive event with an enormous stadium, fit for a band performance. There were arrays of lights, standing from the alleyways and above the ceiling. You felt extremely fortunate to have attended and made it to Brazil, for being such a joyful experience.

This time you alongside your young cast members and director, Denise Villeneuve, posed happily with all of you. The panel followed with many turns and twists, with questions coming from the crowd and host alike. One moment fans caught on was your reaction to something that Florence at said.

The Collider host mentioned Florence's history of working with Timothee on Little Women which made both of them cackle, reminiscing those dotting moments.

"Oh you know what," the British actress starts, holding her hand up. The audience was silenced, wondering what she going to mention next. She slowly turns in your direction and points. "I just remembered this, but you were in Midsommar yes?"

"Yes..." You mumbled, ending your answer on a high note, unsure really what she meant. Until it came flashing back to you, much prevalent to your shocked expression. "Oh yes yes!" And seemingly the rest of the cast and fans were roaring in surprise and in cheer.

Though you weren't present in most of the film's production, Florence had fond memories of Midsommar. You were one of the minor characters doomed to death in the first half. Both of your characters had a brief meeting together and that was all. However, it surprised you how Florence was able to recall it all. You had only filmed for a few days and vaguely met her casually.

"This is so weird but I don't know- I just kept forgetting to bring it up," She scrambles to find the right words, throwing gestures back and forth. "But for some reason, I just remembered you being there and then I was like- huh! We were in Midsommar together!"

"Right!" You lowered your tone, the weight on your heels slowly shifting to one side. As you licked your lips at the revelation. "I can't believe we just realized this now!" And you could discern the pure chaos the rest of your costars were feeling. Timothee was wheezing, desperately holding his mic for support. While Zendaya crossed her arms in a mixture of sarcasm and odd mischievousness. As if saying, Really? You guys never realized?! Austin on the other hand, solely was observing from the sidelines, with an amused smile. And all for Denny to be panned to the right with a funny disapproving look on his face.

"This is what I have to deal with," Your director somberly states and the crowd cries out in cackles.

"I don't think we were in anything together before."

No interview or video was being shot. Surprisingly it was lunchtime and a grace period for cast and production alike to go back to their trailers to rest. You did not want to go back to your own trailer so instead followed your costar to his. Knowing he had a better air conditioner and wanted to catch up on anything new you guys enjoyed talking about.

But more importantly, his air conditioner.

"Yeah, I don't think we did," Arms securely behind your head as you leaned back on the couch. You still were in full costume, in Fremen wear however it did not stop you from lounging around in every corner of the set sites. "Does Dune count?"

A light-hearted scoff escapes from Timothee, who is on his phone on the other side of the couch, in costume as well. The air conditioner was blasting heavily on all sides of the trailer yet you two did not mind the loud background noise. "No, it doesn't!"

"That's crazy right?" Lifting yourself up to look at him. His eyes don't leave his phone screen yet you know he is focused on your words. "I'm genuinely surprised we haven't played siblings,"

"We look nothing alike!" He shouts, finally lifting his gaze to your playful one. Suddenly you see his phone flash turned on as it faces you. "So, what do you think of Dune Part Two so far?"

You get up swiftly, stretching out of your tired limbs in the process. "Like a walk on the sand!"

"Aye!" He fist-bumps you as he turns the camera on him, face not covered in any gear. The audience can notice his messy locks and smudged face.

"Directors, sign us up to play something!" You waved before adjusting to put on your mask. The camera swerves to find you clipping on the clasps. A couple clicks can be heard as you move the gear up and down from your face. "Literally anything! I could play his serial killer and I would be happy."

"What-" Timothee almost choked on air, prominent to how shaky the camera view became. Though he quickly recovered, "Why do you always want to kill me in these scenarios?"

"Because it's much more fun!" You whine, shoulders deflating, as you can feel him zooming in on your expression.

[folkwhoredoll]

𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 - 𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝒇!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

kinktober 2024 masterlist

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: smut

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The air is thick with the scent of saltwater and pine, the wind ruffling through the trees as the waves crash against the shore nearby. It’s late — well past midnight — and the only light comes from the moon and the dim glow of a lantern you left by the blanket. You and Rafe had slipped away from the beach party hours ago, finding a secluded spot at the edge of the forest, just beyond the sand dunes, hidden from view but close enough that the distant sound of music still drifts through the air.

It’s peaceful, or at least it was.

Rafe stands in front of you, his eyes locked on yours, dark with that familiar, dangerous glint. The kind of look that sends a shiver down your spine because you know what it means, he’s got something reckless in mind, something that’s going to leave you breathless and gasping for more.

His fingers brush against your wrist, the touch light, teasing, but there’s nothing gentle in the way he tugs you closer, his grip firm, possessive. “I can’t fucking wait any longer,” he mutters, his voice low, rough with need. His hands slide to your waist, pulling you against him, his lips hovering over yours. “I need you. Right now.”

You glance around, your pulse quickening at the thought of being out here, in the open. The soft sounds of laughter and distant voices from the party are faint, but close enough that someone could stumble upon you at any moment. “Rafe, we’re not exactly hidden,” you whisper, your voice shaky with both excitement and nerves.

He grins, that dangerous smirk you know all too well, the one that says he doesn’t care. “Good.”

Before you can protest, his lips crash into yours, silencing any argument you might’ve had. The kiss is hard, desperate, all teeth and tongue, and you melt into it, your hands instinctively reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. Rafe’s body presses into yours, backing you up against the rough bark of a tree, the sharpness of it biting into your skin, but the sensation only heightens the thrill.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all night,” he murmurs against your lips, his hands already working their way under your shirt, fingers grazing the bare skin of your waist. “You knew what you were doing, didn’t you? Wearing that little outfit like you didn’t know I’d lose my mind.”

You can barely breathe, the heat of his touch mixing with the adrenaline coursing through you. “I didn’t think—”

Rafe cuts you off with a growl, his lips moving to your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin just beneath your ear. “Yeah, you did,” he mutters, his voice thick with lust. His hands slide lower, gripping your hips as he presses his body against yours, the hard length of him obvious through his jeans. “And now I’m going to make you pay for it.”

The heat between you is overwhelming, and your heart races as he drops to his knees in front of you, his hands gripping the waistband of your shorts. You glance around again, the thrill of being out here, so exposed, sending a fresh wave of excitement through you.

“Rafe,” you whisper, your voice barely audible as he tugs your shorts down your legs. “What if someone sees?”

He looks up at you, his eyes gleaming in the dim light, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “Then they’ll get a fucking show.”

Your breath hitches as his hands grip your thighs, pulling you closer, and before you can say another word, his mouth is on you. The first swipe of his tongue sends a jolt of pleasure through you, and you gasp, your back arching against the tree as he works you over with slow, deliberate strokes.

It’s too much. The sensation of his mouth on you, the rough bark against your skin, the open air and the constant, lingering threat of being caught — it’s all overwhelming, intoxicating, and you can barely think straight as Rafe’s tongue flicks over your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

You glance toward the beach, your heart pounding in your chest as you imagine someone walking past, seeing you like this, your hands gripping the bark of the tree, your legs trembling as Rafe devours you like he can’t get enough. It’s reckless, dangerous, and it drives you wild.

“Fuck, Rafe,” you breathe, your hands tangling in his hair as he sucks hard on your clit, his fingers digging into your thighs, holding you in place. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

He pulls back just enough to look up at you, his lips glistening with your arousal, his eyes dark with desire. “Don’t act like you don’t love it,” he growls, his voice low, dangerous. “You love the idea of someone seeing you like this.”

You do, but you can’t bring yourself to admit it. The risk of it, the thrill — it makes your pulse race, your body react in ways you can’t control. And Rafe knows it. He knows exactly how to push your buttons, how to make you fall apart, and you’re powerless to stop him.

“Tell me you want it,” he demands, his voice rough as he stands, his hands gripping your waist as he lifts you off the ground, your legs wrapping around his waist. His hard length presses against your core, and the friction sends another wave of pleasure through you. “Tell me you want me to fuck you right here.”

You hesitate, glancing toward the beach again, the distant sounds of the party still drifting through the air. But the heat in Rafe’s eyes, the feel of him pressed against you, the way your body aches for more. It’s too much.

“I want it,” you whisper, your voice shaky, breathless. “I want you, Rafe.”

That’s all he needs.

With one swift motion, he frees himself from his jeans, his cock hard and ready, and in an instant, he’s inside you, filling you completely. You gasp, your head falling back against the tree as the overwhelming sensation of him stretching you has your entire body trembling.

“Fuck,” Rafe growls, his hands gripping your hips as he starts to move, his pace hard and fast, no patience, no hesitation. He’s like a man possessed, every thrust driving you harder against the tree, the sound of your bodies colliding mixing with the distant crash of the waves.

The angle has him hitting deeper, harder, and the pleasure is almost unbearable. Every nerve in your body is on fire, and the constant, thrilling fear of being seen only heightens it. Your fingers claw at his back, pulling him closer, desperate for more, as he takes you with reckless abandon.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, his voice rough, his breath hot against your neck. “So tight. So fucking perfect.”

You can barely think, your body reacting to every thrust, every word, the pressure building inside you to a fever pitch. The cool night air against your heated skin, the rough bark against your back, the sensation of Rafe fucking you like he owns you;

And then you hear it.

A voice. Someone calling out, laughing, getting closer.

Your heart skips a beat, your breath catching in your throat as you realize someone’s coming. But instead of stopping, instead of pulling away, Rafe only thrusts harder, faster, his hand clamping over your mouth to muffle your moans.

“Don’t make a sound,” he mutters, his voice low, dangerous. “I want you to come for me, but don’t make a fucking sound.”

You can’t help it. The thrill of being caught, the overwhelming pleasure; it all crashes together as your orgasm rips through you, your entire body shaking as Rafe fucks you through it, his hand still over your mouth, his pace relentless.

By the time it’s over, the voices have passed, and you’re left trembling in his arms, breathless, spent. Rafe pulls out, his breath ragged as he presses a soft kiss to your neck.

“Good girl,” he mutters, a smirk tugging at his lips as he helps you adjust your clothes. “Told you no one would see.”

[axkirak]

The Curse of Cassandra [EP : I]

Read in Ao3 : here

Pairings:  Qimir x f!reader(SEA Reader)  [The Acolyte]

Content Rating : Mature 18+  Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning (AT YOUR OWN RISK)

tags/themes : Alternate Universe - Dune & Star wars, Partners in Crime, Strangers to Lovers

Summary: you have always denied your own power. But fate has its own path. Sometimes it can be changed, but often it cannot be avoided. You realized this truth when you met him for the first time, as you stepped into your seventeenth year.

Status: finished writing this fic! (It will end in Episode 14)

➡  Intro // EP : 2 // EP : 3 // EP : 4 // EP : 5 // EP : 6 // EP : 7 // EP : 8 // EP : 9 // EP : 10 // EP : 11 // EP : 12 // EP : 13 // EP : 14 (Completed)

Special OS : Phantom Thread // My mother is my enemy

[Episodes 1] There is no escape—we pay for the violence of our ancestors

"We were once far greater than this," That's what your mother often told you many times when you were much younger.

For the most part, the tales from your mother's lips were no different from myths. The details were ancient and blurred by time, seeming more like delusions than truths. People never believed anything she said, dismissing her as just another mad woman with an unsound mind.

You were the only one who fully believed your mother, not just because she was your mother.

But because you saw it, just as your mother had seen, and just as all your ancestors before them had seen.

The Awakening —that's what your mother called it. It was said that one of your distant ancestors could look back into the past and see thousands of years into the future.

Mother believed this was a gift, a great inherited legacy passed down through blood, bone, and spirit, strung together for countless eons.

You thought the opposite. You saw it more as a curse.

Since the collapse in the past, your lineage has greatly weakened, and not everyone could bear the Awakening like your great ancestors. Knowing too much, even knowing what shouldn't be known, was an unnatural mechanism that directly affected both body and mind. The more one saw, the more twisted and destroyed they became.

Thus, everyone's fate was not much different. Most ended up committing suicide or being killed. A few went mad, and even fewer were scorned and despised by others as being crazy.

Fortunately, your mother was the latter.

You firmly believed this, until your mother intentionally gave you poison to drink when you were fifteen.

"Drink it," Your mother voice was harsh as she placed the glass on the wooden table in front of you. Inside was a pungent blue liquid that smelled like cinnamon mixed with some kind of medicine. She had a glass in her own hand as well, gripping it tightly as if it were precious. Her blue eyes, once as dark as ink, were now pale and vacant, not even bothering to look at you.

For a moment, just a few seconds but feeling like an eternity, as the strange smell wafted into your nose, the awakening enveloped your senses. You looked up into your mother's eyes, acutely aware of what she was about to do.

"Ten percent, Hara," your mother told you, her voice flat and emotionless. "Worth the risk."

That was the last sentence before she drank the poisoned glass in one gulp. Your mother's entire body collapsed in front of you, and never woke up again.

Outsiders judged on their own that your mother was insane, deranged to the point of trying to commit suicide along with her own daughter using some strange, untraceable poison.

And since then, you have always denied your own power.

You didn't want to be like your mother, and you didn't want to end up like others in the past.

But fate has its own path. Sometimes it can be changed, but often it cannot be avoided.

You realized this truth when you met him for the first time, as you stepped into your seventeenth year.

Your breath comes in ragged gasps, filled with panic. Your entire body hangs suspended in mid-air, swaying back and forth as you struggle to find a way to escape. But no matter how hard you try, it is useless. The straw rope from the trap binding your ankles is too tight, and the branch of the large tree to which the rope is attached is too strong. You know well that you have no way of getting out of here unless someone comes to help.

"Say ‘please’."

You look towards the voice, seeing an upside-down image of a man leaning against that tree. He wears an old black cloak with patches of mending here and there. One hand casually twirls a short knife, its sharp tip gleaming in flashes of sunlight.

You respond by spitting at him.

Of course, your saliva doesn't reach his face, barely making it to his feet. It becomes yet another futile attempt on your part. He laughs at you mockingly, and that laughter irritates you even more. You struggle harder until you can feel the straw rope fibers cutting into the flesh of your ankles. Blood begins to trickle out bit by bit.

"You're about to cut off your own legs, you know that?"

You stop your actions when he approaches. Those black eyes still gleam with amusement as he stands watching your pitiful state for a moment, deliberately torturing you a little for your defiance, before finally deciding to help.

One of his hands swiftly cuts the rope, while his other arm wraps around your waist to prevent you from headbutting the ground. You had never known his strength until today, discovering that he could carry your body and flip you back to standing on the ground with just one arm, without his expression changing one bit. As if you were just a plank of wood, not a full-grown human.

"You shouldn't run away like this," he says, gesturing around the dense forest. Wherever one looks, there is nothing but trees and grass packed tightly everywhere. "The planet Khofar is full of dangers. Even most bounty hunters don't like coming here much."

You already knew that, and it was the main reason why you chose to hide on this wild, forested planet for the past two years.

Who would have thought you'd meet someone else crazy and brave enough to come here too?

"What's here that's more dangerous than you?" You retort without hesitation.

You have never trusted this strange man, and this isn't the first time you have tried to escape from him. But whenever you manage to find a way to run, he always tracks you down, like a game of cat and mouse.

And you are quite sure that he enjoys hunting you. The gleam in his eyes reveals as much, clear, and undisguised.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

The man smiles mischievously without flinching. His hand grips your upper arm, refusing to let go. You feel yourself shrink when standing close to him. He is as tall and large as a stone pillar, his sharp features with a slight beard giving off an atmosphere of stern seriousness. Even though there is a playful smile on his face, it does nothing to diminish his intimidating presence.

"Alright, little girl. Instead of just running away like this, don't you think it's time we sit down and have a real talk?"

He bends down, bringing his eyes level with yours. You see the scrutinizing, fault-finding look in his eyes as they survey every feature of your face, stripping you bare with his piercing gaze, trying to find the slightest sign of anything you might be hiding.

"Tell me, how does a small woman like you, who has nothing, end up becoming a wanted criminal with a bounty on her head?"

Wanted Criminal—that's what Qimir has called you since your first encounter, and it is the same reason you have been stuck with him for so long.

Someone, or perhaps many people, have decided to label you a criminal, putting a price on your head as if you were dangerous, even though you haven't done anything terrible at all.

Your only crime was being born into this lineage. That alone is enough to be branded as a danger, unworthy of living in any galaxy.

True, those events have long passed, so much so that most people have forgotten that your ancestry once existed in this universe. But there are still some groups who remember well. These are people who fear history will repeat itself, wanting to permanently erase the cursed bloodline, and those who desire to exploit the hidden power that exists only in your family line.

And when your mother chose to die early, there was no one left but you—the only bloodline of past greatness still breathing and sane. Now you are the final target being hunted relentlessly by those people.

You don't have many choices. The only way to survive safely is to keep running aimlessly, like a legless bird that never stops flying until death, trying to hide as discreetly as possible.

You have lived like this all along, never being caught once, and never revealing yourself to anyone. But even Homer sometimes nods. Eventually, failure creeps up on you unexpectedly when this strange, peculiar man appears.

Qimir is a smuggler and mercenary who takes on any job that pays well, legal or illegal. Like other bounty hunters, he seeks fortune by hunting you, but he managed to do what many others couldn't—he was the first to find you and capture you without getting his throat slit first.

You are puzzled by this man. It is strange that he doesn't just kill you but instead keeps you like a stray animal he has taken in. He doesn't imprison you but won't let you leave either. His mind is full of endless curiosity, questioning everything about you. He keeps asking you repeatedly why an ordinary girl like you has such a high bounty on your head.

Of course, you have no intention of answering him, no matter how much he persists.

"It seems everyone wants to get their hands on you. Did you know even the Jedi are looking for you?" Qimir had told you, his tone a mix of warning and intimidation. "You're not secretly some kind of Sith or something, are you?"

'Sith' is a forbidden word throughout the Empire. The name of an evil, ruthless sect that believes in absolute power and tyranny. They are the complete opposite of the Jedi, known as the guardians of virtue and keepers of peace in the universe.

Hearing this, you can't help but laugh derisively. To you, both Jedi and Sith are bizarre, extreme factions locked in an endless struggle, as if the entire universe were just black and white.

"I don't have the Force, so I can't be a Sith. And I can't be a Jedi either," you reveal, cautiously avoiding saying more than necessary. "I'm just me, nothing more."

Qimir stares at you intently, his eyes narrowing slightly and thick eyebrows furrowed. It is clear he doesn't believe what you say. If he had the Force, you think he must be trying to read your mind right now.

But even a Jedi couldn't do anything. You have learned many things from your mother's teachings, one of which is how to shield your mind. Without your permission, no one can invade your thoughts.

Qimir sighs and shakes his head slowly, eventually giving up his attempt to catch you lying. "Then you're useless," he says, and you see this as a great opportunity.

"Exactly. My mother used to say keeping a Tooka was more useful than keeping me," you say, biting your lip as your left leg throbs with pain from a deep wound. You are too tired to fight him and can't even walk properly, which only makes your words seem more plausible. "And now, with my injured leg, I'll just be a burden to you..."

Qimir glances at you again, considering the serious, solemn expression you are feigning. A slight smile tugs at his lips, nearly breaking into a laugh. He isn't fooled by your act.

"For a burden worth Nova Crystals, I'm willing to carry it," he says.

He doesn't just speak—in the blink of an eye, he wraps an arm around your waist and easily lifts your body over his shoulder, causing you to scream in surprise. Hearing the satisfied laughter from him only makes you more furious and resentful towards this man.

I must kill him and escape your resolve is firm, even though you know it won't be easy.

[phightingheadcanons]

Let’s talk about the factions and their SFOTH ties! More specifically, which deity I think watches over each domain.

For starters, I know there isn’t enough factions for everyone. The deities are cool with this, and travel freely between them all. Just because one deity is protecting a region doesn’t mean that others can’t visit.

What are they ‘protecting’ you may ask? Well, the definition changes between deity to deity. But the general consensus is that they’ll only step in if something REALLY bad happens, like a faction invading another.

Crossroads - Not sure if this counts as a faction, but it’s also canon that this is Firebrand’s domain. He didn’t do anything drastic to the place unlike his sister, but I like to imagine that Windforce peer pressured him into flipping that pyramid statue thing on its head. To “mark the region as his” or whatever. Eh. He could have done much worse. Ironically, Firebrand doesn’t visit this faction the most out of his siblings. Don’t get me wrong! He happily interacts with anyone he comes across. No myths or legends here. Just a chill fire grandpa. It’s just that Venomshank spends way more time there, but more so as an observer.

Playground - It’s already canon that Windforce watches over Playground lol. While she might not care about mortals too much, she probably likes kicking back and watching Playground’s usual chaos unfold. Heck- she’d probably contribute to the random street phights as well, picking a side to cheer for and disorienting the others with wind gusts. She lifted an entire faction into the sky just because she could iirc. It’s not too far fetched lol. None of the other deities like spending time in Playground, besides Darkheart for whatever reason.

Blackrock - Blackrock is like. 80% snow and ice. Of course Icedagger’s going to be watching over it! Is he particularly fond of the region, or its inhabitants? Nope. But he still protects the place out of obligation. They say that when he actually makes an appearance down there, the wind weakens, and the snow falls more gently. But if he’s in a bad mood, then the already-terrible weather will take a turn for the worst. Illumina is neutral towards Blackrock, and can be sometimes spotted amongst the snow.

Lost Temple - Illumina is the protector of Lost Temple. He is also very much aware of the church, but doesn’t pay it much mind (he thinks. No. He KNOWS that he’s above whatever those mortals might be worshipping.) Some Inphernals claim to have spotted an odd purple figure walking along the dunes, but most chalk it up to mirages. Others say that this purple stranger will stare at them from a distance, before vanishing. Ghostwalker is mildly interested in the goings-on of Lost Temple, with his sightings being even more scarce than Illumina’s.

Thieve’s Den - Call me crazy…but I’m saying that this would be Venomshank’s region. Besides the occasional zombie or Sisyphus, Venom usually only appears in-person during festivities or events. And even then, his visits became even more scarce after Sword came along. While it’s not his domain, I think that it’d be Ghostwalker’s favourite region regardless. In comparison to all the other regions, Thieve’s Den is the least chaotic (to him, at least.)

— 🍃 anon

ooohhh yeah

i like to think that having to look over a faction would be at least something to do but they end up neglecting it anyways which is why they have very distinct cultures than the themes of the gods looking after them

[aust-een]

Omg I'm having a mental breakdown. My brain cannot seem to register Austin being this thick.... I know he put on a lot of muscle during shanara and Dune 2 but this time it's different. He looks so manly.... I love it but I love slim and trim Austin Butler too

I have been struggling to function the last 2 days I have seen so much of his manly, solid biceps, it’s insane, I also love trim Austin too but when he’s built I lose my damn mind, it’s so hot, like him just leaning against a bar is nuclear fire because his arms flex like crazy, I actually want to eat him ahhhhh.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Sister, Sister: After the End

When Eliza invites the entire family to Midvale over Easter weekend, none of them offer a single squeak of protest. It's been a long few weeks of working on their own endeavors, with only infrequent, hectic teamups between them.

It's nice, Lena decides after dinner the first night. The warmth, the easy familiarity that sinks in as though it never left. But even so, she's grateful for a spare moment to snag a blanket and go out to the dunes, where waves crash steadily against the quiet of darkness.

She spreads the blanket out and lays back, folding her hands over her ribcage. Her magic fills her these days, and she can feel the power of the ocean tugging at her, as though inviting her to join its current. She can also feel the shifting energy of the sand beneath the blanket, and the sway of the reeds that obscure her from the view of the house.

She's not too difficult to find though, as footsteps whisper through the sand towards her. Lena closes her eyes, biting the smidge of irritation that creeps up on her unexpectedly.

"I'm fine," she issues pre-emptively. Kara settles down on the blanket next to her.

"Didn't think you weren't."

Lena's eyes snap open as her head whips towards Nia's voice. Not Kara.

She huffs a laugh. "Sorry," she offers readily. "Thought you were someone else."

"Mhmm," Nia returns. "Considering she's the only one able to get hold of you these days."

Lena grimaces. "I know, I'm sorry--"

"Me too," Nia assures her of no hard feelings. "I could have done more to make it happen. It's just been..."

"Busy."

"Yeah. It's a little crazy to think about, you know? I'm doing more as Dreamer for the foundation than I am as a crime fighter or whatever. And you're back to being on top--"

Lena scoffs a laugh that turns into a giggle as she turns her head to look at Nia. It takes a moment to click.

"Oh--! Lena! You know that's not what I meant!"

The light smack to Lena's ribcage only earns a throatier laugh. Nia joins in with a giggle of her own, and they laugh for a long moment before calming.

"I know what you mean," Lena concedes after a heavy sigh, returning to the moment. "The foundation is everything I hoped it would be, but--"

"It's different." Nia turns her head, and Lena echoes the movement to meet her gaze.

She nods. "Yeah. As much as I don't miss the entire world being in peril..."

"You miss how it was." Nia's voice is quiet. "Even if it's better now."

"Yeah."

They stare up at the stars for a long quiet moment. The sky is clear tonight, and the Milky Way spreads out before them in a wide, untouchable ribbon. A wave of nostalgia overwhelms Lena, and not just for the good old days. Sudden tears burn at her eyes.

"I miss my mom," she whispers.

Nia doesn't turn, but pats across Lena's hip until Lena reaches down to clasp the questing hand.

"Me too," Nia returns softly. Her next words curl with a gentle smile. "They'd be so proud of us though."

Lena chokes out a bit of a chuckle, which mostly sounds like she's being strangled. "Yeah." She squeezes Nia's hand. "She would have really liked you."

"Oh my gosh, are you kidding?!" Nia's voice lifts. "My mom would have gushed over you! Especially now with the whole earthy, witchy vibe you have going on these days. She'd love that."

Lena grins. "Could you imagine if they'd had the chance to meet?"

"Oh god." Nia covers her eyes with her free hand. "Inseparable. No embarassing childhood memory would be safe..."

Lena laughs, truly, as though she actually had memories with her mother to be embarassed by. In this fictional world they've created, she would.

"Hey." Lena catches Nia's gaze, and offers a wide smile. "I'm proud of you too."

Nia's lips pinch tight, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. All she can manage is a trembling nod, and a firm squeeze on Lena's fingers to reciprocate the sentiment.

Neither of them keeps track of how long they stay out there on the shallow dunes. They simply lay there, hands clasped, as the galaxy slowly swirls above them.

[kynimdraws]

Is it gay to camp with ur bf and ur ex?

To see the story drabbles the prev part is here (all entries tagged under "#Hunter and the Mask Verse Story") Yone design ref for this verse can be seen in detail here

Let's find out under the cut lmao

Over a week had passed since they started their long trek through the desert to reach Nazumah. There had been some encounters with stray Bacci and dune hounds, which were taken care of relatively quickly. It was also fascinating for Yone to see K'sante in action: in the dense forests of Ionia he was far more careful about his swings with the ntofos. But in the vast dunes of Shurima, he seemed more in his element. The power and grace of his moves just seemed to belong here. Of course Yone's soul-sword techniques were sufficient to dispatch foes as well.

During one of the nights (K'sante figured that it would take another day or two to reach the outskirts around Nazumah), they suddenly find a relatively large party pass by. K'sante and Yone tense, since it was initially unknown whether this traveling group was friend or foe until…

"Tope!" K'sante calls after recognizing his former lover.

The two embrace and laugh, and the tension disappears immediately from everyone. The two parties set up camp.

"Traveling by night too? So not a hunt, I presume? Where are you headed?"

"No hunt. And I was about to go to Nazumah to warn the council there about…suspicious activity at the Sun Disc."

Tope informs that through Taliyah, there has been some unrest between Xerath's Magus cult and Azir's newly built Empire following. While the independent Shurima nations were aware of this building conflict due to the increased activity of soldiers, cultists, and Baccai…there never have been full on war.

"While I would just let those two fight until both no longer walk this earth, their violence might bleed into innocent tribes and nations that want nothing to do with them. And there are tales of Azir's descendant that may be able to sway the crazy emperor, and I wanted to recruit able-bodied people for the cause."

K'sante nods. His mother, who was one of the Nazumah councilwomen that ran the city-state, would surely agree with Tope's plan. But instead of assuming it was much better for them to get an audience with the netire council.

"Then I will help, and I will be guessing Nazumah will also support. With me and you, and others at our side…we will be unstoppable!"

Then the two men chatter about trivial things, mostly catch up with one another. Throughout this Yone quietly listens in, somehow finding himself sitting between them. He would have been content just being an observer, but Tope was not the type to let that pass.

"So, who is your travel companion K'sante? He isn't Shuriman that is for sure."

"Ah, about that…"

Tope holds up his hand, a signal for stop K'sante from talking.

"I know you are a great storyteller, but I want the stranger to answer."

Yone chuckles at that, and concedes. With SOME interjections from K'sante, Yone retells how the two had met and now are traveling back. Tope in the meanwhile that brought out some palm wine that was shared between the three.

"I see," Tope finally remarks after the storytime ends. "I am glad you found good company with K'sante. By the way did you know…"

Before K'sante would stop him, Tope started talking about some of his adventures with the man. Yone is very amused by much of them, especially whenever K'sante would awkwardly say how much of a reckless idiot he used to be in those earlier times.

As they finally settle to rest for the day, K'sante claims he needed to sleep early and steps out from the campfire. Seeing that Yone was not quite ready to join K'sante, Tope comes closer to talk to the man in private.

"So…how do you like him?"

Yone starts.

"What do you mean?"

"A man does not merely follow another man to his homeland just for saving him. You could have just stayed back in Ionia. To remain as good friends. But it seems there is something more than that."

Tope smiled warmly. Yone meanwhile felt a bit awkward, especially given how Tope was…K'sante's former lover. He just looks away and stays silent.

"For the record, I was not making fun of you," Tope starts up the conversation again. "I think you are good for him. He is not perfect, but I can see that he cares and is a better man especially towards you."

He laughs a little.

"If anything, it is quite funny seeing him tiptoe around you like you are a frightened dune gazelle, because he is usually much more direct about his feelings. I was surprised he introduced you as just a 'friend' after hearing all you went through."

"Oh?" Yone finally responds.

"K'sante is like a desert storm sometimes, he will just charge and say his piece. But with you…he is being gentle. As if he wants you to say something first. I think even if you reject him, he'll respect your decision."

Tope chuckles again, pouring the last of the palm wine for both.

"A toast, to whatever path you take in your life. Regardless of how you go with K'sante, knowing what you know now."

Yone nods and toasts to Tope's health in return. Finally the two eventually turn in for sleep.

[foreverdolly]

IM OBSESSED WITH YOUR FEYD FIC, ITS SO GOOD DOLLY 😭 i was actually looking for a fic where feyd's personality wouldn't change THAT much but at the same time, he wouldn't be an absolute freak, who harrasses the reader. and your fic is the perfect combination of both! can't wait for the next chapters whenever you'll be able to write more <333

one of the main things i’m worried about is changing feyd’s personality too much. i want the dialog and mannerisms to read as “canon” as humanely possible given the unlikely circumstances i’ve placed him in. genuinely this means so so much to me, so thank you from the bottom of my heart!

don’t get me wrong though, feyd is definitely a freak in this fic. things get freaky and smutty from here on. he has very animalistic tendencies, hence why the crew made the stylistic choices that they did in dune part two. so i’m playing into that a lot with my rendition of him!

he’s crazy territorial and wants his woman to smell like him at all times- which is a trope that is highlighted in this next chapter. i hope you don’t mind him being a freak too much ;)

[ladyclwriter]

State of Grace - Paul Atreides!AU

I'm not a Dune reader, I only watched the movies. Everything here is fanfiction!

Summary: Paul succeeded at bending most of the noble houses at his upcoming command. You are the leader of a Minor House, Polaria. Spending some time with Paul before battles, you find yourself resonating with Muad'Dib, and your advice to the older boy is: don't let them take Atreides from you.

Longshot, time jumps, platonic, gender neutral reader, lots of high fantasy stuff

*In purple: creation of mine, fanfiction.

The curved walls weren't welcoming, it's dead gray like a panicking hug, differently from the colorful shapes of your planet. You could still remember the suffer of waking up inside concrete boxes, which they called chambers — at your little palace, the place where you'd settle your head to sleep was adorned on silk, feathers, and rainbow furniture. Walking through corridors busting with laughing children, maidens carrying baskets, warriors with swords, elders with it's incenses perfuming the air. Greeting many faces, and trying to remember all of them, was a daily task. You had to smile even when you didn't want to, for there was no time or room for melancholy and paranoia.

And now, you would find yourself praying to find anyone at all willing to even look at you. Irrelevance, how much of a pain it could be. And loneliness was a death sentence to a Polaritia.

After your platoon playing a definitive role at a conquering battle against one of the Major Houses, Duke Paul started to pay more attention to you. He'd discuss attack plans with you, trust your guidance and build teams at your observations.

“They have no reasons, nor power, to come against me” he said nonchalantly to Halleck. “Sometimes the weakest, the smallest ones, are the ones to trust”

You were teached to be trustworthy, but not the one who trust. The Atreides house could hold the power of the Voice now, but forgotten people like Polaritia mastered the ability of listening. You'd spend minutes hearing the Duke's casual thoughts, his worries, his plans and his craziness. From time to time, the boy would talk to himself, lost in visions and ghosts that only he could deal with. You were there, standing like a tree, pretending to not be paying attention until he remembered of your existence again.

The catch is; there was no catch. You were as important as a stone, a tool, your value based on for what the Duke would need you for. And it had to change.

“Your Highness, Muad'Dib” you get on a knee until he pats your shoulder, walking to his own bed.

“Polaris” he says in a casual tone. The title of the leader of your little nation became your name. Actually, he probably doesn't know your name. “It's late. And you don't come to me without a reason. Something bothering you?”

Not that he cared if the answer was yes. You stand straight, hands behind your back, eyes following the skinny man as he sits on his duvets. “I'd like to ask what awaits my nation, Your Highness”

He raises a dark eyebrow. His hair follows his head as it tilts slowly, blue eyes looking at some specific point inside your being. That eerie aura only he could carry.

“You should be clearer, Polaris. That sentence could have different meanings. And I can give you as many answers” yes, he could. Your eyes wander from his, as you inhale and humbly declare:

“I have no interest on your holy visions, Muad'Dib”

His eyebrow is still up as he smile, and nod. For a moment, he's silent, looking at nowhere, caressing his own hands. He nods once more, not talking or daydreaming, but coming to a conclusion. Your heart was beating at your ears, a pressure on your chest as the worst answers come to your mind.

“Your people is amazing at arts, we could make use of some cultural schools. And no one compares to your acrobatics” he's not looking at you while he speaks, making sure his thoughts are being well articulated. “I don't need more worshippers. But I don't need more nobles too”

When his eyes meet yours again, there's a silent question in the air. You were following his logic, and you knew the right answer to give even before he could ask. He knew that too.

He leans back at the bedpost, hands crossed on top of his spread legs. “Can Polaria promise neutrality and loyalty?”

The answer was a definite yes. There was no room for a no. Yet, you keep seconds of silence. Your lips part, and your eyebrows lift slightly. But your face gets back to a plain, obedient expression.

“My people has a deep passion for the colors, for the life” it wasn't an explanation. “With your protection and affection, we would be guardians. Your art, your culture, our enemie's. Not vowed to the House of Atreides, but servants of joy and knowledge. A safe place for the ones interested on nurturing something more than power”

He stay quiet. His eyes go to nothing again. His thumb clashes against the back of the white hand it holds, feet swaying carelessly. It lasts a minute or two, until he looks at you with the most serious face he could do in his sleepwear.

“Isn't passion the biggest of the fuels, Polaris? Wouldn't your House behold a power too high for it's hands to reach?”

You couldn't contain the sparkle in your eyes. That specific feeling at the roof of your mouth, something warm inside your stomach. The smile wasn't at your face, and your voice was cold, but he could see through the etiquette. His own pupils dilated with interest, challenge.

“We are inside a flying machine, Muad'Dib” your hands tighten at your back, and you don't know if you're breathing when he smiles right after you say: “The sky was never a limit”

Ever since that day, for the first time, the people of Polaria had a purpose. The citizen captured the message, and in no time the planet was well organized to be some sort of academic safe haven. The well trained warriors were with you, battling for the Imperium. Your acrobats, illusionists, and alchemists something to be reckon when joined with the Fremen. Your mind was always aligned with Paul's, and even if no one would dare to consider you such, you became an arm of his operation. But, as nothing can be perfect, the Duke of Arrakis would also keep you at an arm's length. You couldn't read the reason, not when he looked so distant and nonchalant every time you two were alone.

Being alone with him was as entertaining as terrifying. He was easy to memorize, easy to decode, if you pay enough attention to the details. The way he would smile at things without importance, or the way he couldn't hide the turmoil inside his mind when destiny obligate him to go against him instincts. Changing weight from a feet to another when about to snap at someone, or his jawline straightening when in the smallest amount of fear.

“You seemed so sure about this. The marriage, I mean” the commentary comes out in a quiet tone, as you don't look at him in respect. “What changed?”

Can I help you in any way? was the question. He kept staring at himself on a mirror, the royal silver outfit contrasting to his disheveled hair. He asked the maidens to leave before they could finish his look. The boy needed silence, and it was understandable.

When he doesn't answer, you look at the floor. “Is it the Fremen woman?” his fingers twitch beside his body. That was enough.

There was nothing you could do about his lost love. Nothing you could do about any of his feelings, at all. So, you stay there, quietly waiting for him to speak up. When he does, the distress wouldn't be detectable. Except for the fact you knew him enough to do so.

“Do you think these clothes look good on me, Polaris?” you don't answer, but your eyes go back to his reflection. He's quiet, and you only know you were supposed to say something when his eyes meet yours.

You swallow words. Compliments and critiques. He reads it. An eyebrow is lift, a silent inquisition.

“I do, Muad'Dib” you say with an uncommon hesitation. You knew he needed more than that. “Personally, I dislike it. The attire, I mean. It... It is the Imperium style, their colors. And... That doesn't feel like you, Your Highness”

He ponders. That was clearly an unexpected answer, but he didn't seem to disagree. “I bet you don't know the colors I used to wear”, his tone was cold. “Black. Dark like tar. In simple attires, thought to represent both royalty and strength.”

Considering the armory, and how he could pull it off, you could picture he looked equally good at those. But you stay quiet, letting him think. “This feels wrong. It's too light, makes me vulnerable to any threat. It's shiny, attracts attention. It's trouble” he was mostly talking to himself. “I'd be dead in minutes wearing this at Arrakis.”

His voice drifts away. He tense up, jaw clenching. Fear. Fear of losing his past. Himself. The woman he truly loves and the people who put him where he is. And his eyes water. Sorrow, grief for what was no longer on his life.

“Duke?” you call out. He hears, but doesn't react. Your chest inflated when you inhale deeply, closing your eyes while doing your best to maintain education. But you decide to flip the coin.

Your steps are purposely noisy when your boots reach the floor. You stop at his front, but not directly, not blocking the mirror. Your gloved hands find his collar, fixing an asymmetric button.

Your skin burns when his eyes are on it, and the air inside your lungs suddenly feels too warm. But you play nonchalant, hands slow, delicate, careful not to break into his walls. “If the worms of Arrakis could see, they'd call you dramatic. That's how I would describe the high houses's style.”

He raises an eyebrow, like he always do when curious or barely listening to you. “In my planet, we dress however we wish to. I, a leader, could wear either a white dress for battle, or a pink armor for a dance. Our streets are almost blinding with colors. It's insane, really.”

Your fingers trace other details of his clothes, fixing slight errors, straightening the shiny cloth. “I can't really see the use of a silver attire. It's brilliant, it's smooth, but... What is it implying? Why is it relevant to an Emperor?”

“I don't see the dramatic part” he comments lowly, emotionless.

“The drama is a whole House have a color to dress. Unnecessary, vain, indeed” after having nothing left to pretend to fix, you join your hands at your back, meeting his eyes with a polite smile. “I know my House is loyal to me and our ideals, even if we are many, and not only a family. We don't need a color or a shield. We're Polaritia.”

He only looks at you, taking what you said with a cherish he couldn't express. A nod, and he turns on his heels, summoning maidens to fix his hair.

Mission accomplished. You eased the tension on him once more, giving him something random to think about.

The days would go on like this. When not on field, fighting, you were wandering around spaceships, fortresses, either busy with the newfound Cultural Center of Polaria, with your own platoon, or, well, making sure Paul Atreides wouldn't go insane. The more battles won and planets conquered, the more his eyes would go hollow blue. Distant, shallow, lost inside his disturbed mind. His marriage with Princess Irulan, the already settled weight of him becoming the Emperor of the Known Universe, while being the Messiah of many people, was draining every single bit of humanity the young man had. And you were there, watching, trying the best you could to keep him sane, alive. To keep him as, well, himself. And it was an agonizing way to live.

That eyebrow wouldn't lift. His jaw wouldn't clench. No half smile, no silent curiosity. At a certain way, it was killing you too. And, hours before the ceremony of his marriage, you decided to step in.

“Excuse us” the maidens didn't question; not after your months of work and lone moments with the Duke. “Your Highness. I'd like to talk”

No answer, as always. He was sat at his bed, hair combed back, wearing a shirt that was being taken care by the maids. You stop right in front of him, determined. “Don't you give me that dead fish face, my lord. I know you hear me. Talk to me, please”

His eyes find yours slowly, emotionless. That makes your whole being shake with anger and frustration. “Sir. Talk to me” you demand. When he keeps staring at you with those glass eyes, blood burns in your veins, and you snap. “I will not stand here and watch you falling by the strings of a fate you didn't choose”

No reaction.

“For fuck's sake, Moad- Paul!” you yell his name. For the first time, it comes out your lips in a shout. “You are the fucking future Emperor of the New Universe, former Duke of Arrakis, of Polaria, Caladan, and countless other planets we raided days ago!” he wasn't reacting, but listening. His eyes weren't on yours, but down. At your moving angry lips. That could make butterflies on your stomach if you weren't so pissed. “You are the first man to behold the Voice. You are the Lisan al-Gaib, the Harkonning bastard who gave us freedom. You are a living legend, a god, a savior!”

You point towards him, you spit your words. None of them resonating within him, neither within you. No, these weren't the titles he needed. These titles weren't him. “Your Highness. Paul. I...”

How painful it would be to watch such a man fall for the manipulation of forces he himself could dominate. You get on your knees. Taking his cold hands in yours, you lay your forehead at his palms. “You are good. I see goodness in you. I see faith, of a million souls. And I see hope”

As you lift your head, the vibrant blue orbs are fixated on yours. His irises shake, switching from each one of yours. A reaction.

“And I see me”

It was true. You've been thinking about that for days, working it in your mind. “I was born to shine a light on my planet. To bring us recognition, greatness. To be Polaris”

He blinks. Just once. Listening.

“I lived under the shadows of a hundred people's expectations. Literally a hundred. That's our population” you chuckle bittersweetly, tears in your eyes. “And it was heavy. It was twisted, torturing. But I had to do be. If it wasn't me, no one would. And it was hard to not lose myself on it. On who they wanted me to be”

You squeeze his skinny fingers on yours, hoping it would convey your empathy, your deep need to bring that man back to life. You did it for yourself, once. And he deserved a chance.

“Paul,” it cascades down your tongue, your lips. Caressing your teeth with a sour taste. “before all of this, you were someone. You were the son of Leto Atreides and Gesserit Jessica. The boy of Caladan”

The stories were clear. And you had to study them, as Jessica required you and anyone near Paul to. “You were a loved son. The light of your parents, and your family, even if too monotone sometimes”

You get up on your feet slowly, pulling him by his delicate hands, and he follows. You lift your chin to the tall pale Duke, and whisper:

“Become a myth alive, Paul. Conquer the New Universe” your voice shakes, and by the warmth in your eyes, you know you had tears. “But, please, don't let them take Atreides from you”

His eyebrows twitch. You gasp, finally having a reaction. Tears fall freely down your cheeks, and you laugh alone at the way your emotions were overflowing. A hand is lift to the back of your neck, and you don't think straight when your face is against his bony shoulder blade. But you close your eyes, hands at his back, clenching the fabric in it.

He wasn't a friend. Or a companion. But you hug him tight, crying for the lost man whose chin was on top of your head. Whose nose was, now, sunk in your hair.

“The universe will be damned if you get lost” you whisper, voice shivering.

The feeling of his hand running softly in your hair gave you goosebumps. He was certainly not normal, certainly not the Paul Atreides. But he was, at least, conscious.

“The ones unseen are the ones to befriend” his voice is warm, low at the side of your head, reverberating inside your chest. “For in the cold darkness lies the truth of men”

His hand cups the crook of your skull, as he lowers his head to perfectly whisper at your ear:

“Stay with me, unseen one. Help me thread through the shadows surrounding us” it wasn't a command, but it wasn't a suggestion. A whisper to your soul, your beings speaking to each other.

“I will. I will stay with you, Paul Atraides” you whisper against the cloth of his blouse. Well, that was the feeling his believers had. Reverence, hope, submission. You understood it all.

“Thank you” he sighs, sending electricity down your whole body. One of his hands travels up to your cheek, and he looks inside your eyes like a lost, madman. But completely sane, as he whispers:

“I don't think Paul Atreides will exist for long” he admits, melancholy I his tone. “But with your help... Maybe I can have faith in me.”

I watched the movie and I had this sentence in my mind. "Don't let them take Atreides from you". And I had to find a way to put it out.

Please, tell me your thoughts! Every commentary is appreciated.

And to the ones who follow me, sorry for the hiatus. I'm working on some stuff and I promise I will try to finish them this year (lol).

Thank you so much for reading!! Love you all

[feyd-meowtha]

Have you seen the pilot of dune prophecy? If so, what are your thoughts?

Peering over the screen like 👀👀👀👀👀

Ok, I'm late to the party but I finally watched the first 2 eps: have my very disorganised thoughts

- LANKIVEILLLLL HELL YEEEEE

- love the rampant drug use, that's what it's all about though I am begging them to rack a line and use a snorty, theyre being so wasteful and messy and spice is EXPENSIVE (I'm presuming it's spice, could be something else though? Cus this stuff seems like 'space coke' and I will die on the hill that spice is much more like space acid, or if you want something snortable, space 2cb which also has a little buzz. Guess we'll see. Maybe we'll see some samuta or Sappho juice as a treat)

- THE BENE GESSERIT I LOVE THEM

- VALYA I LOVE HER!!! also thank fuck for some human-looking harkonnens at last. She is ruthless but very human!!! This is what we NEED from our harkonnens thank fuck

- one of the acolytes is played by the girl that my bf had his first kiss with so that's.... extremely funny. Get in there Mr Hilly, what a pull.

- pre-horrible Salusa Secundus? Noice

- druggy sex club!!!! This has been my agenda since day 1, we love to see it. Fremen bartender girl is hot. The two who actually bang? Not really it for me but ok whatever. I would also have it be way grimier but this is a rich people club so I get that. One day ill get my Geidi Prime warehouse raves

- that blue spice inhaler???? THATS MIST!!! The drug from Prayer Of The Rollerboys, an incredible 1990 film about a roller skating drug-cartel of pretty-boy Nazis and starring COREY HAIM!! (Featuring NIN on the soundtrack). The drug is called mist and it's a blue vapour in an inhaler exactly like what they're doing in that one scene. Go watch POTRB now, it's free on YouTube. It looks like this, it's amazing

- very extra marriage ceremony, a little heavy handed but I'm into it

- that annoying kid was literally playing with a forbidden bakugan battle brawler lmaooo (rip)

- the Atreides guy is sooooooo Scouse like why? I love it, it's hilarious but I do laugh at everything he says. Where in the universe are the Scousers? Are all the Atreides Scouse in this time period? So many questions

- neither of the corrino siblings or scouse Atreides man are doing it for me but it's ok cus I have milves galore in the BG and also crazy Nordic man who I can vibe with

-idk wtf is going on with the fire guy himself, what he can do is p outside the norm of what I expect from this universe so colour me intrigued I guess (rip Kasha (?) you were hot)

All in all I am enjoying it very much and am excited to see where it goes! I haven't read the prequels and dont intend to any time soon so I'm pretty chill about the whole thing. Honestly, at this point I have been both delighted and disappointed by every version of Dune so I'm just here to have fun. I'm a fan of the books, the 84 movie, the sci fi show and the new films and I'm happy to enjoy this too.

[dinozenkaiju]

I need to share my thoughts on Austin being casted in American Psycho bc I'm having a weird moment here.

For the last few days before the news I have been thinking that after Austin's role in Dune he was going for sure to be casted to play a psychopath someday just like Evan Peters did.

It's not a bad thing but what I was worried about was how some people tend to go crazy for those type of roles, Austin is popular but he still manages to run from Fandom spotlight so what if he gets even more popular?

And then today I woke up to the news that he is going to play in American Psycho and I'm that didn't take long lol I was just thinking that...

And all my stupid thoughts about crazy new fans is replaced by people not liking his cast?

People making the same jokes about his Elvis voice, method acting and lack of acting range?

I'm excited to see him in this role but tbh I whish it wasn't this soon /I mean this film is not gonna come out tomorrow but in 4 or 5 years? Still I think people are criticizing him way too much right now and I don't understand why.

[austinslounge]

First let me say I never was too deep in Austin’s fandom until Dune and I started to follow fansites and it kinda ruined everything for me but I’m still holding on and pushing through bc I look at it like I’m Austin’s fan and not a fan of his relationship. And those that ONLY talked abt his relationship I just unfollowed 🤷🏻‍♀️ So appreciate that you do talk abt his relationship and answer questions but try to always bring it back to Austin. Seeing so many fan pages just mostly talk abt his relationship is so draining but I also get it and how frustrating it is and fans wanna vent. So TY for always being it back to AUSTIN! bc sometimes we give this girl more attention then Austin!! And i refuse she’s is not important to me at all 🤷🏻‍♀️

also I’m Austin’s generation and I can say like the other anon it seems impossible to find someone within our generation that’s authentic and genuine and I’m saying this based off my mine and all my ppls personal experiences ���� I know many who are too afraid to be alone so their just staying in a unhappy relationship. And I could totally understand staying with someone you really don’t have to worry abt using you if you already know what your getting with her and her family bc their in a position your life is headed at the time (and surpassing for sure). I think this relationship is running thin for Austin at this point and it may be hard for him to let go maybe bc of the person he is and his past experiences. Some celebrities stay within that circle bc they feel there’s less of a chance to be used outside of publicly and some celebrities only want relationships with normal ppl. It will be interesting to see what he does after this relationship. Hopefully he just enjoys being by himself for a while.

also to end this on a better note which Austin photo shoot is your absolute FAVORITE? 👀

So appreciate that you do talk abt his relationship and answer questions but try to always bring it back to Austin. Seeing so many fan pages just mostly talk abt his relationship is so draining but I also get it and how frustrating it is and fans wanna vent. So TY for always being it back to AUSTIN! bc sometimes we give this girl more attention then Austin!! And i refuse she’s is not important to me at all 🤷🏻‍♀️

Thank you, Anon, for the kind words ❤️

Yea, I totally understand why us as non-shippers need a safe space to freely vent about our frustrations with this relationship, or even with Austin himself 😩 (a lot of us have been bullied and silenced for so long), but I too was starting to feel like even some Austin-related blogs were talking more about the nepobaby than Austin himself!

Maybe other blogs can get away with this, but my blog is actually named "Austin's Lounge" lol, so unlike neutral-named blogs that discuss Austin, my blog actually has Austin's name in the title, so I like to try to keep my blog Austin-centric for the most part.

Don't get me wrong, I don't mind discussing Gerber Baby, Kaustin, or even Austin's previous relationships/gfs (we all need to discuss things or vent sometimes), but at the end of the day, I'm not a fan of Kaia or his relationship(s) -- I'm first and foremost a fan of Austin. 😊

also I’m Austin’s generation and I can say like the other anon it seems impossible to find someone within our generation that’s authentic and genuine and I’m saying this based off my mine and all my ppls personal experiences 😫

Same. I'm right there with you, and I know what you mean. 😓

I can definitely see Austin or just some actors in general staying in relationships that don't suit them just because they don't want to be alone.

Also, keep in mind that KG latched on to Austin during a time when he was not at the level of fame that he is right now, so she was with him during his rise to fame with "Elvis", and all of the other craziness that went along with it, so he might be wondering if a new woman would be with him for him, if they would understand the business or his busy filming schedule, or if they would just be liking him for his fame.🥴 What's funny, is that the latter is exactly why KG latched on to Austin in the first place (imo), but she just timed it perfectly.

I think it can be hard for some actors to find genuine relationships in Hollywood just in general.

It will be interesting to see what he does after this relationship. Hopefully he just enjoys being by himself for a while.

I agree. I'm very interested in seeing what Austin does after this Kaustin relationship ends. To me, that will be pretty telling. I agree with you as well, I actually think Austin would benefit from just being single for a while as well, but.... 👀

also to end this on a better note which Austin photo shoot is your absolute FAVORITE? 👀

Good question! 😁 I love it.

You know, that's a tough question, because I like so many for different reasons, so I'll just list some of my faves.... 😍

Austin for Variety

Austin for Actors on Actors (Variety)

Austin for YSL MYSLF

Austin for GQ Thailand

Austin for Interview Magazine

These are just a few of my favorites. 😁

[oneatlatime]

The Desert

Alternate title: Gimme Appa back.

"But I believe, Aang can save the world." no pressure kid.

I had completely forgotten about these two chuckleheads. For once the 'Previously On' segment is useful rather than spoilery.

Ok Aang is going to get the world's biggest pass this episode, because he's in the suckiest of all situations. But even so, how exactly was Toph supposed to come and get them, when she was both actually blind for once and the only reason the library hadn't drowned them yet?

Aang has something of a history of running away. Does going after Appa count as running away from his friends?

Zuko's theatre kid tendencies are genetic.

The way Iroh said "What Now?" you know he was actually saying "fuck's sake."

Zuko's hair seems to grow very quickly. I thought that I could use his hair growth to measure time passing but this is not tracking. He barely had a buzz cut in The Chase and now he's fluffy.

Two things: a) this guy has eyes greyer than Aang this episode. b) He's cocking his hands like that ridiculous Henry Cavill scene from Mission Impossible where he cocks his biceps.

This guy's spear has piercings. And is coming out of a Dragon's mouth.

I don't know that I'd call these guys legendary. They're zero for two against an Avatar in Drag and two starving refugees with three functioning arms.

Doesn't Katara ever change out her water? Or even use it up and have to refill it?

I said it last episode, and I'll say it again: why did five people, a lemur, and a ten tonne sky bison travel into a desert famous for its desertiness with only a single water pouch between them? Admittedly, if they'd brought extra water and left it on Appa, they'd be having the same problem, but still...

Is a kids' show actually going to go there?

They actually went there!

Honestly if you're dying of dehydration in the desert, eating strange plants is absolutely the way to go. I'd rather trip my way into the afterlife than just shrivel up and die.

I love the way Aang's glider shadow moves over the dunes. Another one of those tiny details that the animators could have left out, but they didn't!

Sand benders must get crazy high speeds if Aang can't spot even a trace of Appa from up high. He wasn't Appa-napped very long ago.

Everyone go watch the scene where Aang blows up the mushroom cloud. Go right now I'll wait. And pay attention to Sokka's mouth. It does the wave.

His mouth does the wave and his arms do the worm. Someone really had fun this episode.

Zuko breaking the world record for highest number of Fire Nation wanted posters. Despite being the only person on that board who's unquestionably loyal to the Fire Nation. What a nice reward he got for his loyalty.

How is that one wrestler dude's hair so shiny?

Why, other than plot convenience, would Zuko and Iroh be at the Ice Spring?

I see now that the left hand shadow is Sokka with a Momo on his head. But for just a second I thought it was Ramona from Scott Pilgrim.

There are some really beautiful colour gradients in this desert.

"We won't survive without Appa." Well yes, but you have to try.

If this is a normal desert they're going to freeze their butts off overnight.

No comment. Just vibes.

Hey this is a Katara episode! Toph is blind, Sokka's zoinked, Aang's given up, so it's Katara time baby!

This episode has no business being this pretty.

"Sokka. I was there." I'd be very surprised if Katara's voice actress doesn't have an idiot older brother. That line was delivered a little too perfectly.

I'm not going to comment on every Sokka is high joke, but rest assured I'm finding them all hilarious.

Those drinks cost a gold piece each. Where did they get five gold pieces from?

Colour me shocked. The chuckleheads actually had a good idea for once.

Colour me shocked again! I vaguely predicted this!

Zuko. Honey. How are you this dim? He's so very good at missing exactly what's in front of him.

"Gold?"

Big muscles. No brains.

Very pretty. The sand texture is good too.

Well that was mean.

Passive aggressive glider deployment. Also how low is that cloud if Aang can reach it to bend it?

Aang is not shining this episode (understandably) but Katara is going from strength to strength. I NEVER would have thought that she was someone who could keep her cool under pressure like this. Happy to be wrong!

I have no idea if Sokka is going to remember or be aware of this epic trip he's on, but this is probably the best time he's had in months. Certainly since Yue died. He deserves this. Bad timing, but he needed a break.

"You must forgive my nephew. He is not an initiate, and is dumb as shit and incapable of reading the room."

Why is there a flower shop in the middle of the desert? What clients do they have? Obviously it's a front for this pai sho secret society thing, but why did they pick such a nonsensical front?

Toph has so much personality that it's easy to forget how tiny she is. Like a little gargoyle.

Sokka talking like a Greaser was the thing I didn't know I needed.

Poor Katara. Now you know how your brother feels every time he has to save your bacon from your weekly prison break.

I am losing my mind over these colours. Especially after The Library.

"I have a natural curiosity." I'm going to start using that.

Oops they found the circle bird nest.

Hey showrunners, you're going to take Momo from me too? You sure you want to do that? After last episode? Don't give me a pretty sunset with a latte swirl. Give me back Appa, put down Momo, or I'll sic Toph on you.

I do like Toph as a piece of artillery.

Turns out a combined Appa and Momo -napping is what it takes to get Aang to break his no killing rule. I now know how to defeat the Fire Lord.

The Audacity. Going to Ba-Sing- however the hell that's spelled. The sheer audacity. But then what? What's the plan after they get there? Just live the rest of their lives?

Rejected Mortal Combat guy.

You ever have one of those days where you do only your top lip?

Whoever made that door, and that lock - good job!

Nothing to see here, just making a delivery of two giant planters in the middle of the desert. The Owl decided to spruce up his entryway.

Y'all are fucked. Y'all deserve it. Aang has completely lost control. He's spent the whole episode losing it more and more and now he's gone completely off the rails. Has he ever zipped into the Avatar state that fast before?

Never underestimate the power of a woman who's fed up with everyone's nonsense. Just so fed up.

Well that was sad.

Badass name of the day: Malachi Throne, voice of a character whose name I don't recognise.

Final Thoughts

This was Katara's episode. I'm not going to forgive not getting Appa back, but Katara actually keeping a level head for once was an unexpected delight.

This episode was pretty unrelentingly heavy in the A-plot, which is why I don't understand why Sokka and Momo tripping worked so well. It did work, and I very much enjoyed it, but it should have stuck out like a sore thumb and it didn't. The beat up Sokka quota fulfillled from within by chemicals was a nice creative touch.

I am very happy to see Iroh take the wheel, although I'm not convinced there's a long term plan here beyond get food and shelter. Which, fair enough, goals tend to be short term and immediate when you're in dire straits.

This episode really stomped all over Aang. And then stomped some more. I was surprised how negative and shouty he was at the beginning, but by the end I was surprised how long it took him to lose it. Apart from his staff and his clothes, Appa really is all he has left from before he got frozen. That sandbender punk was rotten to the core.

So I guess we're going to the earth kingdom capital regardless of the eclipse information. Is the rest of the season going to be getting there? I also can't help but notice that it's where Iroh and Zuko are headed as well. Zuko could actively run in the direction opposite to the Avatar and he'd still end up tripping over him. The earth Kingdom is ginormous. And yet, like every two episodes Zuko runs into the Avatar. Is it fate? Is it plot convenience?

I should dislike this episode. It's 24 minutes of our faves getting beat down and not finding Appa, with a b-plot of Zuko being more oblivious than usual. I should dislike it, but I don't. This is definitely going on the rewatch list. It was a very pretty episode, which helped. Beyond that I can't put into words why I liked it, but I did!

[hangingfire]

So it's somewhere around late 1983 or early 1984 and I, a weird kid who somehow manages to read too many books and watch too much tv, am watching a show on Nickelodeon called Standby, Lights, Camera, Action!, which is hosted by Leonard Nimoy and goes behind the scenes into the making of various current and upcoming movies. (This show is to blame for my enduring fascination with the craft of filmmaking, but that's another story.) This week the show is focusing on a movie called Dune.

I don't know what it is about what I'm seeing—probably I was already primed for it by being into Star Wars—but I am immediately obsessed. Shortly after, I con my parents into buying both the novel (for which I am definitely too young, but that's another story) and Ed Naha's The Making of Dune. This is where I first learn about what it is a film director actually does, and that film director whose process I learn about is David Lynch.

I don't know this in 1984, but my life has just been completely changed.

Flash forward to 1990. I've grown from a weird kid to a weird teenager and there's this new show on TV and it's directed by the guy who made that crazy Dune movie. Also it seems to be some kind of murder mystery and I'm really into murder mysteries. So of course I'm on board for this.

Twin Peaks isn't exactly what I thought I was expecting. It's better. Weirder. Funnier. More disturbing. And now I'm old enough to understand that I'm looking at something important, and I'm a different person on the other side.

I don't think you can really overstate the effect David Lynch had on the baby cinephiles and artists of GenX. And it's worth noting, particularly in light of, shall we say, Other Shit from this week, the way that his work goes to some incredibly dark, nightmarish places—the real underbelly of humanity—but he himself was a remarkably wholesome individual. It's a contradiction and yet at the same time it isn't. It's Jeffrey Beaumont in Blue Velvet smiling as he says, "It's a strange world, isn't it?"

Thanks, David.

May his memory be a blessing.

[meep9898]

Nobody asked, but here’s a short(?) list of the best things I watched/played/read in 2024:

-X-Men 97. All of it was fantastic and it did a wonderful job of keeping and improving the essence of the original. Episode 5 was on a league of its own.

-Arcane Season 2. It is flawed AF, but the animation was stunning, every frame being a masterpiece. The music was really great too. There’s a certain song I posted a while ago. That song along with the animation of that scene has to be one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.

-Look Back. A precious story that is solely responsible for me taking up drawing again after years. I’ve seen it 3 times and every time it hits me in the gut with heartbreak and determination. Fujimoto is a crazy genius!

-DanDaDan. It is a love letter to everything weird and occult. The weirdness may not be for everyone, but damn is it good. Episode 7 was god-like and I can’t emphasize that enough.

-Dune Part 2. Look, I have to confess I haven’t read the books, but I loved what the movie gave me. One of the best sci-fi things to experience on the big screen.

-The Rehearsal. This didn’t come out in 2024, but I watched it for the first time in that year. Nathan Fielder is a genius. What if you could change a conversation you failed? What if you could relieve a certain moment with the knowledge you have now? What if you could never get something/someone right no matter how many times you try? He perfectly encapsulated common feelings of anxiety by taking them to the extreme and, in a weird way, it was endearing to see someone that awkward try to navigate through all that. The way it blurs the line between reality and fiction is also impressive.

-Squid Game. With how much it’s been memed and talked about, I can’t believe I enjoyed it as much as I did. Both seasons were okay overall, but the whole concept behind it, most of its characters, and how it incorporated game theories and game politics was super interesting to me, and as much as I don’t want to admit it, I couldn’t stop watching. Binged both seasons in two days (like 15-16 hours?). I don’t binge shows.

-Super Psychic Policeman Chojo. I have to be honest, I stopped reading it because I got busy with other things, but what I read gave me hours of laughter thanks to how ridiculous it could get. Very underrated in my opinion, at least until the chapter I read. I should probably pick it up again.

-Finally: Limbus Company Canto VII. It’s been a long time since something has emotionally moved me to my core like that. That final battle and Don Quixote’s whole story…Phew…I can’t recommend nor praise it enough. I love you, Project Moon!