#bene gesserit oc

[oc-rp-blog]

Charlotte pulled at the metal bonds that held her, bringing her eyes to that wide and terrified look. Projecting a helplessness onto her pale features, knowing (or hoping) it might save her from the situation.

“Help me.”

[krillposting]

Piter de Vries x Andrasta of the Word

Ship moodboard - The Interrogation

[the-dawn-star]

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen's betrothed

A/N: Hey, I kind of have not gotten Feyd-Rautha out of my mind so here is a thing about him. (And all the fanfictions including him are always smut, which is fine but I want more sfw stuff too). Also, Dune has occupied like 50 % of my thoughts this year and I have so many thoughts about the Dune-show (:

TW/CW: Reader is basically having a panic attack the whole time, murders, arranged marriage.

Getting married had never been the most intriguing idea in my mind. But I had to do this. I was born into a great house and getting married to form an alliance with another house was a centuries long inevitable that most young women of the house had to go through.  

But getting married to a Harkonnen, particularly to the Na-Baron Feyd Rautha Harkonnen was not something that happens to everyone. But I had been given this role, being his wife, his baroness after his uncle dies at some point.  

I sat on the high balcony of the gladiator arena.  Mother and father sat next to me and on the right side of my father sat the Baron and the rest of the family next to him. My family and I had come to Giedi Prime a few days ago when my engagement was announced to me officially. And somewhere below the arena was my future husband ready to come out and fight, show his power to the thousands and thousands of onlookers.

I picked the edges of my nails. The anxiety and stress hadn’t given me a break since the ship had landed on the colorless planet. My heart hadn’t stopped its overwhelming pounding and with a glass of tea in my hand didn’t stop the shaking. Now the black dress I had been given as a gift by my future husband felt restrictive, especially with the metal jewellery that was brought from home as it was a tradition back home. 

The wedding had been planned to be in a few days and after that my only family and the only way of life that I had known was going to leave. And then I will be alone, alone on this planet with a husband who had rumours of his sadism floating around the known universe.  

I decided to concentrate on my breathing. Not letting the panic override the teachings I had learnt of the Bene Gesserit at home. I let the forced calmness overtake me but even within this state I felt the terror in the back of my consciousness. My eyes glazed over and my sight became unclear but I didn’t mind.

The fighting started as the Na-Baron arrived into the arena and I pushed my years long training past the normal. Feyd-Rautha fought just as well as I had heard. The crowds’ clamour felt like a distant whisper in my state of dissociation. With speed and technique, the future Baron took down his opponents one by one but still clearly showing off the talent he possessed with a blade. The black blood stained the ground but for a reason not known by me didn’t bother me as much as I had expected. 

--- 

The last body fell to the ground dead with his stomach bleeding of blood. The crowd erupted in cheers and I brought myself back to my body in its normal state. My ears rang and as I clapped as did my parents, still clearly disturbed by the cultural change when compared to our home. Father looked like he was ready to retch his previous meals in any second. But I had started to study the Giedi Prime culture as soon as my engagement plans were announced to me. Still, as much as I could learn, I hadn't learnt thousands of years of cultural practices so different from my own, like my parents had expected. 

My future husband made few circles around the arena, raising the audiences’ energy if it was anymore possible. His blades were dripping with blood that showed fully black to the eyes of the eager onlookers. The Na-Baron shoved one of his blades to his belt before circling back to the high seats where his family were sitting next to me and my parents.  

Without a word from anyone Feyd-Rautha dropped to his knee, raising his bloodied blade above his head as if for our box to see.  

Once again, the arena exploded in cheers to the heights I had thought were impossible to achieve.  

“He wants you to accept the engagement, girl.” The Baron’s lazy voice brought you to reality from almost a frozen state for not knowing what was happening. This was the first time the Baron had spoken to me at all, not that I had minded at all. The arena fell into an unexpected silence.  

I stood up with shaking legs, took a step closer to the edge of the box meeting eyes with my future husband. My hands started to shake and I had to squeeze my hands into fists so I could stop them. I nodded uncertainly to my betrothed below on the white sand.  

That tiny nod brought the crowd back to life as Feyd-Rautha rose up before disappearing to the tunnels below the arena where he had come from in the first place. His direction was lost by me. I was too lost in my panic and the work that I needed to do to keep it under my control.  

I let out a breath I hadn’t noticed I was holding. I turned back to my high-born parents. My mother had lost all colour from her face and was breathing even harder than I.  

“My nephew seems to have taken a liking to you, girl.” The Baron’s laughed before leaving with the rest of the Harkonnen family and servants behind him.  

“Maybe this engagement was a mistake...” My mother said in the private llanguage of your great family.  

“Do not speak of such things, wife! This is a great accomplishment for our house!” Father declared.  

My mother and I both knew not to push the topic any further.  

--- 

I had been given my own massive room at Giedi Prime as well as my own servants that were meant to take care of me even after the wedding. For the first time in my short life my servants wouldn’t report all of my movements to my parents. Now all of my movements would most likely be detailed to my future husband if not to the Baron himself.  

On top of the bed was laying one of my gifts from my new home planet. My parents were clear, I needed to acclimate to my new home as fast as possible so, I could please my new family as well as my husband without any home-sickness. At Giedi Prime the clothing didn’t seem to be as meaningful as it had been at home, not that I had anything to complain about. I or my family hadn’t been harmed, I was safe as one could be, I had been told that all that I would want would be given to me without questions, not that I had dared to ask anything.  

I felt the fabric between my fingers. It was rough, thick, heavy, opposite of the silks I had gotten used to at home. But I didn’t mind it, maybe it could warm me in this world so unknown to me. I smiled at the thought.  

A gentle knock woke me from my light daydreaming of my possible warm future.  

“Yes?” I yelled, turning to see one of my servants whose eyes were to the ground. I hadn’t learned their names yet, especially since it felt as if all of them looked so similar. I let go of the fabric, missing the feeling between my fingers.  

“The Na-Baron would like to see you...” I wasn’t sure how much it was a question and how much a demand where my own word did not matter in the slightest. So, I chose to nod without much of a pull to either direction.  

The servant left without waiting a beat and as she left another figure came to my room. This one's name I did remember. Walking through my door was the Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, my future husband who I was going to be bound to by the imperium's laws.  

I straightened my back if anymore possible and tried to keep my sisterhood training in the forefront of my mind.  

He looked just as terrifying in front of me as he had looked at the arena knives in his hands and blood on his clothes. His hands were tucked behind his back and left more space between us than was necessitated by the rulings of the imperium.  

The door closed behind him.  

“It is an honour to meet you, my lord Na-Baron...” I started making sure not to look at him directly, instead lowering my gaze.  

“No need for such formalities. We are to be married, after all...” He looked deep in thought when thinking of his next words. “You are to be my wife and the future Baroness after my uncle passes...”  

I felt the pressure which was building in the room, the space that I had started to feel was my safe haven.

I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to say to him and with this I simply nodded. Feyd-Rautha seemed content with my answer.  

“I have a gift for you...” Feyd-Rautha said as he pulled his hands behind his back. He had a rectangular silver metal box with carvings over it. He took a slow step forward, closer to me. And after seeing I didn’t flee away; he took another step and then another until he was within touching distance of me. I didn’t make a move not wanting to upset the man in front of me.  

He handed the box to me and I took it. Right after getting rid of the box, he hid his hands once again behind his back leaving me unsure what he wanted me to do.  

“Open it.”  

I took a deep breath before opening the box, barely able to do it as my hands shook. I opened it and laid my eyes on the inside. There was a laying a knife, a knife on a deep purple pillow. It was one of those hunting knives. A one that had a curve into it.  

I didn’t take my eyes off of it, unsure what would happen if I were to look at the man in front of me. What was the proper response to this?  

“It is the same blame I used today at the arena, the one I raised for you...” His voice was rough but quiet as if he were unsure of his own acts and words.  

I pulled my eyes off of the knife to face my betrothed.  

“Thank you...” I whispered, my voice weak and almost breaking but my response got an approving nod as a response. 

“Now, I must see my uncle.” 

“Of course...” I closed the box but cradled it in my arms.  

With great care he took my hand to his, pressing a momentary kiss on it before letting go and leaving without another word.  

I was left in my room alone and there I stood for a while unsure of the passage of time. I looked at the box, the carving clearly old. There were stars, forests, plants, snow, all of it as if woven into a one marvelous picture of human talent and craftsmanship that passed even the metal work of your home planet could not replicate.  

“My lady, is something wrong?”  

I turned around to the direction of the sound. The servant from before was standing by my door with shaking hands and anxiety pulsing off of her.  

“Everything is fine... The Na-Baron gave me a gift, that’s all.” I looked at the box once again and opened it, wanting to remember all of those curves in the knife.  

“He gave that to you?” The servant asked as if she needed a confirmation for my words, like she couldn’t believe me so easily.  

“Yes? Is there something wrong with that?”  

“It is an old tradition, giving a knife to the one marrying to the Harkonnen family...” She raised her eyes, giving herself a moment to look at the knife directly. “It is the same knife he used today at the arena... It shows the devotion to their future partner, that they are ready to kill for their spouse.”  

She must have realized that she was telling too much, because her gaze fell back to the floor.  

Now I was the one needing confirmation for her words. “He used this knife today...”  

I closed the box once again. The servant only nodded before leaving the room seemingly as fast as possible.  

I closed my eyes concentrating on my breathing as I let calm waves hit me. I tried to remember, no one had harmed me, even my future husband hadn’t hurt me and was as close to pleasant as most likely possible. Maybe I could survive...  

[wendydoodles]

I watched Dune: Prophecy and none of the women at the all women space witch school smooched so I started scribbling some OC ideas!

[ursulasfishandships]

hi friends!

i’ve been exploring the thought of a bastard daughter in Dune. how lady jessica would treat her and such. kind of the mother-daughter dynamic, especially because jessica is so dedicated to paul. i think jessica is such a complex character, very much doomed from the start (reverend mother set her up)

below the cut is just a first draft of what i think the vibes and circumstances would be. let me know if you’re interested in expanding this

~

“What?” Lady Jessica’s voice hissed through the air. The servant cowarded at her sternness.

“According to law-“

“I don’t care about that,” She snapped, voice like glass shattering, “A child?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

A silence hung in the air of her bedroom. It simmered for a moment, a thousand thoughts running through Lady Jessica’s mind.

A girl. A girl. A daughter. What you cannot provide. What you did not provide. Witch’s work. Failure.

But did she not do what her husband asked? No. He wasn’t her husband.

Leto.

She needed to see Leto.

~

His back was turned to the entrance. Normally he had better instincts than this, but he was focused on other things. He bounced the cooing baby in his arms.

Lady Jessica’s steps were firm and clear when she entered the room.

“Darling-“ Leto started, but he was quieted by her blazing stare.

“Explain.”

Leto took a deep breath, looking down at the baby.

“It was… a fluke of a night. When I was upset with you, when I told you we couldn’t get married. I was intoxicated.”

“That doesn’t make it right.“

“Jessica-“

“A working girl? You must have been desperate.” She spits. “And to have no precaution.”

“Not every woman is a Bene Gesserit, dear.” He still holds the baby close to his chest. “It seems I had forgotten that, too.”

Jessica steps closer, observing the child. Small, pudgy, fresh. She still had that smell to her, the smell of a woman’s womb. Her sweet little Paul didn’t smell like that anymore.

“Will you forgive me?” Leto whispered.

Jessica gave a non committal hum. She looked at her husband’s face. It was those kind eyes, so caring, willing to take in this child. It was those eyes she had fallen for. That had gotten her in trouble, now even more. Something in her bones told her that the Bene Gesserit was behind this. Perhaps not one of their girls, but their doing.

“She may stay. Paul will need a companion eventually.”

“Will you train her?” Leto asked carefully.

“Oh no,” Jessica laughs, “No, she is already tainted.” She looks down at the baby, all wrapped up. Bright eyes stared back at her, not hearing the insults she threw. Jessica sighed. “She will be of use. As long as there are no more, I will be content with it.” She nods to herself.

“I promise, love, there are no more. Just her.”

“Good. I know we are not married but…” Jessica trails off. The betrayal had hurt her for certain, but she was not his wife. This was a cruel reminder. Lady Jessica, never duchess.

Leto pressed a kiss to her cheek. A simple move of affection that warmed her heart. She was going to make this work.

~

The night helped her veil shadow her face as she quickened her steps. The potter’s mortuary was dimly lit, hard to see in the pouring rain. The door creaked open when she touched in.

The mortician looked at her curiously for a moment, but he caught on.

“This way, my lady.” He led her back to where the bodies laid. She was still splayed out. Her stomach was still full, skin pale. Childbirth. The great equalizer. Even with all the nurses she had, it was still frightening. She can’t imagine what this poor woman felt, perhaps alone, perhaps with her fellow workers. She hoped that at least one person was at her side when she passed.

She hovered a small hand over her chest, muttering a small blessing.

Flashes of the birth passed through Jessica’s vision. Pain and agony that she could sympathize with. So much pain, too much. Blood everywhere. One final breath and push. A life for a life. That’s how the world worked.

Another feeling passed through Jessica, a familiar one. Witchcraft. The Bene Gesserit had touched her. A subtle influence of the mind, one almost impossible to detect.

She was right. This was her punishment.

(part 2)

[chic-beyond-the-wall-oc-acct]

Evanora Atreides formal outfit ����🤍🖤❤️

[blackhornedarts]

Fremen Women WIP 4

Some various sketches of different Fremen women designs.

Which is your favourite?

Explorer

Mother & Child

Warrior

Mystic/Bene Gesserit

No! Go To Horny Sand Jail!

[szyszkasosnowa]

One thing about Bene Gesserit is that no matter the adaptation or the illustrator, they will always have some fucked up hats. Or fucked up hairdos. Anyway weird shit going on on their heads.

[blxkstar]

ʀᴇᴠᴇʀᴇɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴊᴇꜱꜱɪᴄᴀ

Lady Jessica, Reverend Mother of the Fremen. She is the influencer of her son's rise to power. Mother of the Lisan al-Gaib, the Kwisatz Haderach. Mother of St. Alia of the Knife. I made this playlist inspired by Jessica after she had taken the worms poison and became the Reverend Mother. Please check it out!

"To establish her and Paul's place in the Fremen hierarchy and guide Sietch Tabr toward continued survival, Jessica undertook the dangerous process of ingesting the highly toxic Water of Life."

"Kwisatz Haderach, show us the way.' You're so close now! Only one steps remains, and you will become the Kwisatz Haderach. Only one steps remains! You must do what I did. You must drink the Water of Life. And your mind, it's gonna - it's gonna open and you will see! You will see! The beauty, and the horror!"

"You're right. If we want to protect your brother, we need all the Fremen to believe in the prophecy. We must convert the non-believers, one by one. We need to start with the weaker ones. The vulnerable ones. The ones, who fear us."

“We’ll be waiting for you. All of us.”

"The Holy War begins!"

[evita-shelby]

Slither

aka the Dune AU

Bene Gesserit!Eva x Tommy Shelby

The Reverend Mother Superior needed to control his bloodline when the first woman she sent him fell victim to her own hubris.

Charles Shelby was supposed to be a daughter Sister Grace would then raise as Clive McMillan's child until she was old enough to be sent to train under the sisterhood. There was no reason for her to kill her husband using the Voice and produce a son to ensure Thomas Shelby married her after. The Sisterhood had no choice but to punish her for her transgressions a month into the wedding to set the example for other willful sisters.

Then Shelby just had to impregnate his secretary and marry her.

While Elizabeth Stark’s genetics and background were undesirable, she produced a daughter with good potential who would be worthy of the Sisterhood and be a foremother to the Kwisatz Haderach. Ruby Shelby was to be trained to succeed Elizabeth Gray and Martha Shelby only to die in childhood from natural causes.

By then Sister Elizabeth had died and the family had finally been deemed worthy of having a Truthsayer assigned to him.

Sister Eva was of a Major House, beautiful in the way that attracted her lord, well-trained and with a gift of foresight that could produce a Reverend Mother Superior and eventually the Messiah. Had Sister Elizabeth not requested no harm come to her nephew’s wife, she would have made the perfect Consort.

Her welcome to Arrow House is exactly as she had expected. Lady Shelby is cold knowing what she is here for and most of the household follows her lead, young master Charlie is curious of her having been bonded to his great aunt for his protection and Lord Shelby is wary of her.

He is attracted to her, Eva had been raised to be alluring, to seduce and slither her way into hearts and minds. Thomas fights it now, but won’t fight it forever, soon he will be under her thumb and in her bed. His wife will have no choice but to accept the role she has been given or she would follow her predecessor into death.

It would not be the first time Eva had needed to dispose of the obstacles in her path, and certainly would not be the last.

[the-manor-7]

My Key to Revenge - Chapter 2

I dreamt of a better universe, one without the Bene Gesserit or the Great Houses in it. They have brought nothing but suffering to the empire, and continue to wreak havoc upon it in the name of justice and true rule. The Bene Gesserit with their scheming and stealing of young girls, and the Great Houses who give them up willingly for profit and prestige behind closed doors. 

-from the letters of the Bene Gesserit Lady Carina Fenring

Carina could hardly sleep all night. Until the early morning hours, she tossed and turned in her bed, dreadfully disturbed by what had happened the day before.

She had spent so long cultivating that one plan. Narrowing her options down into one straight, narrow way. 

Her plan had been flawless, perfect.

And he had to just go and mess it up. To lay waste to all she had worked on, to plans she had started to formulate even when she was still a participating part of the order.

The morning after was not a pleasant one either. Lady Carina was woken by the sounds of shouting and fighting outside of her dwelling. 

Sighing, she could only assume who it was and moved closer to the door to hear more clearly.

Owain’s voice boomed, “You traitor! Lady Carina showed you mercy in bringing you here after everything you have done! How could you?!”

What was he talking about?

“She did not forbid me from leaving.” Feyd’s voice sounded as disinterested and slightly playful as ever. “And you are not whom I have sworn my life to.”

He left? 

“I know this.” The voices got quieter, “But we are both bound to the same person, through all blood and pain that might be inflicted. I must think of her in all things. And right now, I know you have not done what is in her best interests.”

All one could hear was Feyd’s chuckle, before Owain let out a strained sentence, “For nearly bringing the Bene Gesserit to our doorstep, I should kill you.”

It was the Harkonnen’s turn to let out a growl, “You have no right. My life is in her hands, not yours.” 

The silence was deafening. 

He spoke again a few moments later, “Besides, you wouldn’t want to kill our Mistress’s favorite pet, now would you?”

Rolling her eyes, Carina decided that she should step in before it got more bloody than it needed to.

Slamming the door open, she was greeted by multiple pairs of surprised, rounded eyes, as well as a small crowd of her students who ran away back to their studies at her stern look. 

“What is the meaning of this?”

“Lady Carina.” Owain greeted her with a bowed head while Feyd simply looked at her.

Raising an eyebrow at the pale man, she turned her attention back to the one who had spoken to her, “What is this commotion? Right outside my door, might I add.”

Owain straightened and addressed her solemnly, “My apologies, Lady Carina. I did not mean to disturb you.” 

She repeated her question, “What happened?”

Even though he was so straightforward with Feyd before, he seemed reluctant to speak now, “Feyd…left, My Lady.”

“Yes, I know that much. You weren’t exactly speaking quietly before. But, why? And why are we shouting about it?”

“It is not the fact that he left, but with whom he met, My Lady.”

She knew he was just stalling, but right now she just wanted answers, “Out with it already. Who did he meet with?”

Feyd interjected, “I spoke to Reverend Mother Mohaim.”

All she could do was stare at him.

That just felt like a slap to the face. 

Why would he do that? He knew she was the one who had educated her. The one who tortured her for years and forcibly molded her into this vengeful spirit she was now. Why did he go and meet her?

“You spoke to whom?” Her words were forced out through clenched teeth.

Feyd just eyed her curiously, stating what he had said before much more calmly than she had ever seen him, “Reverend Mother Mohaim.”

She was feeling anything but calm at the moment though. 

She hadn’t even come to terms with the fact she couldn't use Feyd to her advantage as freely as she had before because he was now considered dead by the empire, but in not twenty-four hours he had revealed himself to her sworn enemy.

“Just whose side are you on, Harkonnen?” Carina could not even bring herself to speak his given name.

How could he do this to her?

His continued state of odd tranquility grated at her nerves and was setting her fingertips into a jittery twitching of anger.

“Yours of course, Master. As you have said before, I am sworn to you. Whatever I do now, I do for you.”

“That’s hard to believe when you have admitted to speaking to one of the people I have vowed to exact my revenge upon.”

“I’ve done it for a reason, Master.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a letter, approaching her and holding it out for her to take.

Exhaling a sharp breath, she snatched the parchment from his pale fingers, ripping through the seal and holding it up so she could see it. 

To the Esteemed Lady Carina Fenring, 

Is this the asset you have spoken of in your letters past? I must say, I did not know we were looking after the same specimen. Naturally, I did not think him still alive either. As a show of good faith, I will not release information of his safety, but you will owe me a favor in return. I look forward to your hasty reply.

-Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam

The all too familiar scrawl of the Reverend Mother’s handwriting almost made her sick to look at.

Roiling with a mixture of hunger, stress, anger, and past feelings and memories making themselves known, her stomach set itself to a constant cramping.

Placing a shaking hand over her mouth, she shoved the letter at Owain, who caught it midair, quickly skimming it over.

“What have you done?” She kept her hand where it was, afraid that if she moved it, she would be sick in front of all these people she was supposed to appear commanding to, “Was it really so hard for you to just stay here? Was it so difficult for you to do what I say, even just this once?”

His continued calm was pushing her past the breaking point.

“Master, you did not forbid me from leaving.”

“I didn’t think-!” She cut herself off, lowering her tone before her consciousness whirled out of control, “I didn’t think you would go and speak to my enemy, let alone let her know that you were alive.”

His head merely tilted to the side, his sharp gaze locked onto her, “The Reverend Mother already had her suspicions it was me you had your eyes on, Master. It is difficult to hide an alliance like ours, since I had sworn myself to you nearly ten years ago, especially from someone who is so adept at reading body language and discerning true intentions.”

His actions were so foolish compared to his words that the juxtaposition was making her dizzy, “Even so, what was so important that you need to go see her? Why didn’t you tell me anything before you left?”

When the Harkonnen didn’t answer her, she slapped him across the face, leaving a bright red handprint on his otherwise pale skin.

“Leave me, you imbecile. Before I decide to actually kill you this time.”

Owain finally interjected, making a small bow with his head before stepping forward and grabbing Feyd by the collar, dragging him away from her door. 

Stiffly turning around, she mechanically made her way back into her abode, closing the wooden slab behind her.

Fighting not to just drop to her knees right there on the floor, she shuffled over to the chair and let herself fall into it.

In almost a repeat of what happened last night, a soft knock rapped against the doorframe, pulling her from her swirling thoughts.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Lady Carina.”

Trying to compose herself, she smoothed out her skirts and straightened her veil, folding her hands in her lap.

“Come in, Owain.”

Her second-in-command gently opened the door, shutting it closed behind him. 

“What is it, Owain?”

He seemed to have a conversation with himself in his head, his eyes darting back and forth, before he sighed and fixed his gaze on her.

“There is something I think you need to know, Lady Carina.”

Assuming there was nothing more that could surprise her, given the whole debacle that had just occurred, she waved her hand at the always calm and composed man.

“Out with it already.”

Nodding in acquiescence, he let out a small breath before informing her, “I…know the reason why Feyd visited the Reverend Mother.”

Hoping to finally get answers, she spurred him on with a tilt of her head.

His words came out in a rush, “Reverend Mother Mohaim summoned Feyd-Rautha to inform him that a Bene Gesserit lady who seduced him not too long ago is pregnant.”

It felt like someone had just poured cold water over her head, a sensation of freezing shock washing over her.

“Who is this woman?” She spoke softly, not trusting her voice to remain steady if she spoke any louder, “Is it his child?”

“The Bene Gesserit’s name is Lady Fenring, and she is pregnant with Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen’s child.”

***

Clasping her head between her hands, she grit her teeth together to try to hold back the heaving screech of pain that threatened to leak out. 

Her brain felt like it was trying to escape the pain, through any crevice it could find. The pressure on the back of her eyes forced her to clamp her eyelids shut, and the ringing in her ears caused her to try and plug them with her confused fingers. 

She couldn't decide if she wanted to curl up into a ball or reach out with all limbs and beg for help. Her body made the decision for her and wrenched her head up to look at the ceiling, her neck muscles bulging with the effort to just keep it together. 

Only the thought of not wanting to fail kept her from uttering a single sound.

Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Don’t do it. 

She couldn’t even bring herself to recite the mantras, her mind and self was only focused on one thing: survival. 

While she groveled on the floor, an elder Sister sat primly on a chair in front of her, watching on as she went through the ordeal with narrowed, judging eyes. 

Even through the overwhelming sensations cascading across her senses, she could feel an emotion. One that she was not allowed to feel towards the Sisters: Rage.

What had she done to deserve being treated like this? 

No one else she knew was subjected to such trials. 

Why was she the only one?

Pursing her lips together in a last desperate attempt to gain control over her own body, the pain subsided as quickly as it had come. 

Opening her eyes, she blinked bleakly at the all-too-familiar form of the Reverend Mother. 

She knew better than to hope for assistance from the aging woman. 

She had not come to help, no. She had come to merely observe as she always did. 

When the Reverend Mother confirmed Carina was still alive and her soul still attached to her body, she merely nodded and walked away, the image of her sweeping black skirts the last thing Carina saw before she fell to the floor in a pile of cloth and flesh.

Masterlist

[oc-rp-blog]

• Dune!AU OC: Charlotte •

[krillposting]

I made a moodboard for my Dune Bene Gesserit OC, Andrasta.

Because this is how I process things between chapters instead of actually writing them.

I love thinking about her.

Maybe I'll make one for Piter next...

[hymnoire]

Wanted plot :    Together, we conquer, we reign.

Looking for a companion/cult leader associate/king for Kaeleeana ( Tag / Bio ) . Plot inspired in an original lore from midsommar roots to a bene gesserit spirit, in modern times/near future. Transhumanism/dune coded core.

Kaeleena Nara, Mother Supreme of the Church and Sisterhood of Misericorde. The time has changed and so did the world. Now, forces are colliding. She raises daughters, mutated humans of great abilities with the purpose of making the world theirs. A cult, some would ask? A family, she would answer. The sisters of the Sisterhood of Misericorde then find their way to the arms of powerful men, human men, to bare their child and extend their reach. She too, the Mother Supreme, seeks such a partner—but not just any man. Only the strongest, the most formidable of all. He will be her equal, a reflection of the power she wields. A partnership. Should they take the world in their own hands together now? With what he is capable of, what she is capable of as well, if a war between humans and mutants arise, they shall win.

"I promise to never use my abilities on you and to honor our partnership," Kaeleena says, her voice a smooth lullaby. "My daughters, the Sisterhood of Misericorde, will serve our common interest, just as you provide your weapons and soldiers for our shared conquest. I also promise to cherish and love you through this union of ours." Her intense eyes lock with his, a silent challenge in their depths, burning with the weight of her words.

He smirks, his fingers gripping her chin as he tilts her head toward him. "Is such a sadistic, cold heart of yours even capable of love?" he murmurs, his tone dripping with dark amusement.

Kaeleena's lips curve into a wicked smile. "Doesn't that make us perfect for each other, my Sovereign of Terror?" she replies, her voice velvet.

[monostardust]

Yoo it's been so long 😭

I can't believe my family banned me from using the computer for so long I wasn't able to work on my Dune fanfiction. I've been itching after reading Feyd fanfiction for so long.

Anyways here's chapter 2 of it if anyone is interested. Its so hard writing Feyd I have no idea if I'm getting him right. But this is a different story after all. All the things in this world are less misogynistic unlike Frank's original Dune universe.

[ursulasfishandships]

HIIIIIIIII!!!

thank you for all the nice comments on my first post about this of the half sister in the Atreides family. i wanted to explore what that relationship would look like. is Jessica the final boss boy mom or is she just cursed by her mothers before her? i just have a lot of ideas on her life and her relationship with others. i’ll try to not make her mary sue, but my fixation on Feyd-Rautha will be showing through :P

MWAH let me know thoughts!

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Cassandra Atreides was like a feral cat, she roamed as she pleased. Unlike her brother, she was not tied down to any duty. No Bene Gesserit training or noble duty plagued the girl. Instead, she sprinted through the halls barefoot, tracking in mud from outside. She was certainly Leto’s daughter.

Paul was happy to have a sister, or at least half of one. He was made acutely aware that she was just that. One half. And Paul was the heir, which didn’t seem to bother either child very much. It was only bothersome when it got into playtime. Then Paul would complain.

“Mother, why can’t I play with Cassie?”

The nickname itched at her, but she didn’t let it break skin.

“Cassandra is not a noble, Paul. She doesn’t have duties like you. No planet for her to reign when she’s older.”

Little Paul frowned for a moment, looking back at his little sister who still played with the wooden blocks.

“Can we get her a planet?” He was still naive to the ways of the world. He wanted a friend in his lessons, so he would change the course of the empire for her. Silly Paul, with that mindset, he would either make a horrible or a wonderful leader.

Jessica was unsure whether Cassandra got an education or not. It wasn’t her problem. From what she overheard, the maids happily taught her things. She had notebooks full of words, her “stories” according to the maids. They would bring her to the market and town like a commoner, running errands. If Jessica were Leto, she would never let that slide, but he did not seem to care so long as his sweet daughter would run to him and hug his shins.

Jessica did not hate Cassandra. No, that would be cruel and unkind, that would be what the Bene Gesserit wanted. Jessica was simply not the girl’s mother. And for Jessica, that was enough.

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Cassandra had her elbows on the table at dinner. She ate the soup politely and all, it was just her elbows that bothered Jessica. No matter, she was not listening as Cassandra babbled on about where she had explored the forest while horseback riding. Paul and Leto listened intently, it was easy to see how they craved her freedom. Who wouldn’t? Even Jessica could feel the small green monster clawing at her throat the way the girl spoke. And for a moment, it escaped, slamming its fists on the table.

“Well you won’t be able to do that once you’re married.” Jessica said, almost offhanded. Leto had briefly mentioned to her how he had been discussing political strategy, especially with the Harkonnens. Perhaps the youngest of the clan needed a bride.

Cassandra’s head quirked up, looking at Jessica and then her father.

“Am I not too young to be married?” She half laughs, setting down her spoon. Leto let out a soft sigh.

“Not to politicians, you aren’t.” The words hung in the air for a moment.

“Shouldn’t Paul marry first?” Cassandra questioned.

“Paul is… different. His nobility-“

“And I don’t carry the same last name?” Cassandra’s voice grew stern and sharp. What a good Bene Gesserit she’d have been, too bad.

“Cassie, you do.” Leto said to her, keeping himself soft. She met his eyes in a fierce gaze, one that had Jessica questioning if she really was her daughter.

“But?”

“But, Paul is older and a son. You know he is training to take over for me.”

He was not wrong, he was simply just not speaking the whole truth. What kind of father would he be if spoke of her like she was? Bastard. Commoner. Plebeian. Street rat. Whore’s kin.

“Okay.” Was all she left it at.

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