#not Shai-Hulud

[nelc]

The blast furnace & hearth at Redcar Steel Works. Went for a look before it's all gone. The scale is quite mind boggling!

[humanoidhistory]

Spotted in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

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[the-crooked-library]

regarding Dune Part 2: i am obsessed with its consistent visual theme of self-destruction. the shot of paul surrounded by his new followers seems triumphant - until the viewer remembers that each crysknife is made from a tooth of shai-hulud, and paul is standing in a circle of them, in the allegorical mouth of the worm. he orders a missile strike, and the viewer sees them fly directly through his head. every victory for the prophecy is a blow to paul himself; he's killing himself with every step he takes towards his destiny, and we know that already, and the film is screaming it, but it's a hell of a thing to watch it happen, isn't it?..

[foxdoodles]

reverend mother

[vizual-demon]

Dune art by rezaafshar.art

[catrocketship]

a little muad'dib and Shai-Hulud drawing

[bahalanacomics]

Rewatched Ↄ⋃∩Ⅽ part 1 in anticipation of seeing part 2 later and thought of this.

[fanficlurkering]

Comforted

Summary: You share an intimate moment with your stressed na-baron

Pairing: dom!feyd x reader

Word count: 1k+

Warning: smut, deep throating, mature language, amateur hour

In front of the formidable stone doors, two Harkonnen servants with lowered heads open hold each side as you walk in. At the end of dark coarse stone walls is Feyd Rutha, pouring over holograms of the upcoming harvest events on Arrakis, standing over his desk arms outstretched with his head down. Between meetings with advisors and strategic planning, inheriting the title of na-baron has come with unexpected tasks besides pillage and slaughter. It also meant he didn’t have much time left to lavish on his pets.

“My lord,” you said softly in a bow.

There is a pinch in his brow as he lifts his head slowly to glare at you in silence. He sits down heavy in annoyance. You slowly walk to stand next to his desk, like approaching a distracted lion, not knowing when it will strike.

“What do you want” a quiet snarl spills from his lips, his eyes harden, clearly not in a mood to be disturbed from his work. The monotony of these tasks are unusual to him, and it's clearly taking a strain.

“I was hoping to provide you some company my lord” you spoke carefully.

He clenched his fist but remains silent at your request. You lower yourself to your knees on the ground next to his chair, leaning your head on his thigh. He lets out an exasperated sigh and lowers his hand to run his fingers through the length of your hair in defeat. You look up to see the underside of his sharp jaw, his face slightly softened from its original tense expression.

“Come” he gently guides your head over to the front of his spread legs.

You reach to smooth your hand on the bulge slowly forming under his pants, continuing to harden under your touch. The firmness of his bulge fill the palm of your hand. His attention returns to his data pad, seemingly unfazed by you. Unlacing his pants frees his cock out of its confine and the size surprises you every time. You slot your tongue underneath his stark pale length and trace its blackened veins running along the side. His hand returns to run his finger on your scalp. Your eyes roll close and gently moan around his cock at his petting.

The vibrations pushes Feyd out of his feigned disinterest and lets out a soft groan, “Fuck..such a good pet.”

His hand moves to the back of your head and fingers tighten on your hair as you start to increase your ministries earnestly. His cock slips deeper into your throat, and fight against the resistance of your reflexes. Your eyes water. Your hands clench on your lap. Your head stills, anticipating for his harsh push into your throat. He lift his hips slightly to start thrusting. Pain blooms to spread as you force yourself not to gag and tears pool around your eyes.

“Only a bit more..” he grunts as he starts thrusting deeply.

His chair is pushed out, back leaned forward and his head rests on his arm meeting your eyes underneath his desk.

“Look at me” he demands.

Your eyes open to look up at his dark lust filled eyes, blurry from his forceful thrusting. The sight of tears streaming down your cheeks force him to peak. Feyd grits his teeth, tightens his grip around the back of your head, and slams his pelvis into your face one last time. The burn in your throat is overwhelming and you feel a harsh flow of warmth fill your mouth.

He gasps, catching his breath and traces your cheek with a thumb to your lips as he slips out his softening cock.

“Open” he says softly. You open your mouth. “Gorgeous” when he sees your black stained tongue and wet face.

Feyd watches you lace his pants and opens his arms to you. You climb into his lap and lay your head into his shoulder.

“I’ve missed you my na-baron” you whisper into his neck and your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

He laughs softly “so much that you’ve boldly summon yourself to me? You need to be punished soon before the other pets become jealous”

You sneer at the mention of his other darlings “I know better than the others when my na-baron needs me”

He kisses your hairline lightly “That you do.” He sighs as he brings both of you forward in his chair and returns back to work. His fingers tapping away at the screen in front of him.

Your na-baron would never admit it, but you provided solace to him at turbulent times. A small moment of comfort stilled in a period of chaos while you swayed into slumber under the protection of your master’s arms.

[ultima-waffle]

Duneposting on Twitter because I have SpiceRot (spice brainrot)

[conceptartworld]

Dune fan art by concept artist Kentaro Kameda

[organicmatter]

happy valentine’s day from my sand boa

[the-cosmic-creature]

Dune lore is fucking insane. I just finished the first book, and have concluded that Frank Herbert is a goddamn genius.

20,000 years in the future.

Matriarchal cult of eugenisist space-nuns with weird psychic powers

Houses that resemble the royalty of medieval earth, all still obsessed with power and profit over everything else

complex religions with clear inspirations of real-world present religions (specifically catholicism and islam)

Human supercomputers?? that are also assassins??

A prison planet that creates supersoldiers by killing the weak to filter out the strongest

the main villain being the physical embodiment of sin (gluttony, lust, greed)

politics. holy war. oppression of native peoples. false prophets. cults. drugs. worms.

and that just scratches the surface. theres five more books…

[artofrezaafshar]

Dune

Print available (link in bio)

[pedroam-bang]

Dune: Part Two (2024)

[sidhewrites]

worm!

[vizual-demon]

DUNE art by Aditya Damle