#paul astreides

[whitestellar]

So, guys, the messiah-god-emperor fucked my planet but he kept me around as a artist, and he asked me to drawn his fursona…. anyway

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For your bingo celebration can I request a pregnancy reveal with fem reader X Paul atreides where maybe after the movie reader and Paul have been trying for a baby and have been together for a while, so reader reveals by an outfit for his mother, and his mom saying I'm going to be the best grandmother, and Paul is shocked and is happy and maybe he proposes cause they've been together for ages and yeah maybe smut

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Paul Atreides x plus size reader

As the war between House Astreides and the other great houses plateau, Paul and his lover endeavour to continue their great line

Warnings: pregnancy, fluff, mentions of the events of Dune part 2, reader is technically Paul’s concubine since they aren’t legally married, little bit of smut, breeding kink, some angst, vague mentions of struggling to conceive, Alia doesn’t exist WC: 1.5k

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The orange light of a sunrise over Arrakis was truly one of the most beautiful sights in the universe. The entire planet seemed to glow under the haze of sand and Spice and Y/N couldn’t be more grateful to witness this miracle of nature each morning from her bedroom in the palace. But what she loved more was the ways that the sun’s rays caressed the naked skin of her lover as he slept next to her.

Paul’s pale skin perfectly reflected the early morning light, highlighting the curve of toned muscle along his spine as well as the silvery lines of scars from the many battles he had won. His face was peaceful where it rested upon her breast, his arms wound tightly around her waist. It was not common that he indulged in the luxury of rest, especially now that he was Emperor and dealing with the other great houses as they attempted to usurp his rule.

Y/N valued these moments far more than her lover ever realised; the quiet of early morning and the weight of his body against her own was a treasure that she could not ever bear to part with. Paul shifted in his sleep, his grip on the young woman tightening. Gently, she brushed her thumb over the crease in his dark brows and his restlessness eased, if only for a moment. 

“Why are you awake so early?” Paul pressed his lips to the swell of her breast, a lazy imitation of the occurrences of the night before. Her fingers twisted into his unruly black curls as he slowly kissed his way up her soft torso until the young Emperor was settled between her legs.

“How could I sleep any longer when such a beautiful man is in the bed beside me? You are far better than any dream Muad'Dib.” He groaned, his long eyelashes fluttering.

“You are a seductress my love.” She laughed as he gripped her naked hips, his bright blue eyes darkened with lust. “Perhaps we should continue our endeavour of an heir.” 

“Perhaps we should, it is our duty.” Her hands trailed down the expanse of his back while he delicately lifted her leg to wrap around his waist. Already, she was dripping onto the sheets beneath them. Paul tutted, his fingers gathering the ambrosia of her body before he pressed them to her sensitive pearl at the apex of her thighs.

“Then we shouldn’t let this go to waste.” The words had barely passed his lips when he finally breached her, his cock reaching the deepest parts of her. Y/N gasped and clung to his back.

“Paul!” He smiled against the skin of her throat before gently nipping at the thin flesh.

“That’s my girl, giving me my heir.” The cacophony of their moans sang out over the dawn of a new day.

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The heat of the afternoon steadily crept its way into the walls of Arrakeen, soon it would be too great to bear and both women would retire to their own chambers to cool off. Though Jessica was far more used to the heat than her almost daughter-in-law. 

Y/N cringed as she took another sip of tea. She had hoped the bitter taste would have grown more pleasant if she let the brew cool but it still turned her stomach. Her nose crinkled as she placed it upon the side table that had been brought into the room for her while she tried on new dresses specially ordered for her new position.

Lady Jessica looked up from her own tea with a curious expression. “Are you feeling quite alright?” 

Y/N waved off the reverend mother. “I think I’m just exhausted. I don’t think I was built for being the Emperor’s consort, I’m not a bene gesserit.” Her laugh was light but Jessica’s gaze didn’t waver. Her eyes, so similar to Paul’s, looked through the younger woman.

After a moment, Jessica turned her head and gestured to one of the ladies in wait beside the doorway. She immediately rushed forward. “Would you retrieve my son, I believe he should wish to see this next dress.” As the girl scurried off, another approached Y/N with yet another pile of fabrics that would somehow create a grand dress. 

She held back a sigh at the sight; all she wished to do was to go back to her rooms for a cold bath and then a nap, hopefully with Paul next to her. But instead, she slipped behind the privacy curtain, her lady following behind her to assist. “I thought I had enough dresses Reverend Mother.”

The older woman chuckled this time, her mood now somehow lighter. “I believe that you shall be needing more soon enough.”

Y/N gulped as the air was forced from her lungs. The constricting fabric pulled tight around her plush stomach, clinging to her curves like a second skin. This was so unlike the others she had been fitted for today, all were beautiful of course but they were elegant, conservative as is befitting for a consort. But the light green that now adorned her frame was far from appropriate for her position. Her weighty breasts were held up and practically on display as the neck of the dress dipped down almost to the base of her sternum. 

She looked down at herself with curiosity, something about her was different but she couldn’t quite place it. “You look beautiful my lady.” The young girl assisting her spoke up.

“She always does.” A deeper voice rang through the room, immediately setting Y/N at ease. 

“How nice of you to join us Paul.” Jessica looked up at her son but he didn’t even spare her a glance, his blue eyes focused on the screen that hid his beloved away from his gaze. She knew how deeply he loved her but in moments such as these, she was reminded of how Leto had loved her and she could only hope that her son’s story had a happier ending.

“I was invited and I never deny any opportunity to see my love dressed up.” Heat crawled up Y/N’s cheeks though it did not come from the harsh sun over Dune. 

“Well, I don’t know about this one, I doubt it will be even remotely appropriate anywhere outside the bedroom.” She muttered.

Paul’s laugh sent her heart racing. “I certainly wouldn’t object to that.” Lady Jessica remained silent, a sly smile spreading across her tattooed cheeks. “Come on, let us see this dress then.” 

Y/N took as deep a breath as she could without popping out of the top and stepped out. Paul’s eyes flicked to her bust before quickly travelling down the length of her body. His lust for her was clear, but so was his adoration. She went to cross her arms over her stomach but Paul gently grabbed her elbows, keeping his view of her unobstructed. 

“Something is different about you.” His hands travelled to her hips, then, when he didn’t find anything amiss, to her stomach. He cradled her like a poor man would a precious jewel, she was priceless, she was everything. She followed his movements with her own hand and although her lower belly was more firm than she remembered it, nothing seemed to be wrong.

“I feel it too, but I cannot place it.” Her free hand grabbed at his thin waist as if to anchor herself to him. Silent tension filled the air like Spice. There were only so many possibilities and to Paul’s cautious mind, they were only bad.

“I must say that I’m quite excited to be a grandmother.” Jessica sipped her tea, hiding her keen smile behind the clay cup. The two lovers looked at her, then each other.

“It can’t be, we’ve tried for so long and we haven’t been successful.” Y/N cried out though she did not know what for. Her lover, though, remained silent. His palm spread over her womb as his expression hardened. “Paul?”

He pressed harder and then suddenly withdrew his hand completely, his eyes wide. “It’s true, you’re pregnant.” 

“I-I’m pregnant? Finally?” 

“We’re going to have a child, my love. Our child.” Her arms wound around his neck, desperate to be close to her lover despite the scandalous nature of their affections especially in front of his mother. Paul rested his forehead against her own, their faces so close now that she could feel his lashes fluttering against the swell of her cheek. “I don’t know how I didn’t see it before.”

“You can’t know everything Paul.” She teased but instead of his usual eye roll or grin, Paul cupped her belly once more and took a deep breath.

“Marry me. I cannot stand another moment not having you as my empress, my wife.” He pleaded and just for a moment, Y/N could see the boy before Muad'Dib, the one who had never experienced pain or loss, just blind hope for his future and his family.

“How could I ever refuse you, you’ve owned my heart since the very first moment you looked into my eyes.” His lips captured hers in a kiss so filled with joy that she could not stop herself from smiling.

Dune would have its empress, its heir but Paul would have his family and they would have him. And he knew that he would do anything to keep them safe, anything at all.

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Resenha: Duna vol 1 - Frank Herbert - audiobook

Conheça a história de Paul, mergulhe nesse universo incrível de uma lenda... Só toma cuidado com os criadores ou vermes da areia... #lido #leituraconcluída #resenha

Alerta de Spoiler / Cuidado com os Vermes da Areia Imagina um ambiente hostil e seco de um deserto, especiarias e a agua como riqueza, mudando de outro planeta com lendas sobre o Muad’Dib ou Lisan al-Gaib profecia de a voz do mundo exterior, essa história é de Paul Astreides, quando ouvi o audibook com o tempo que eu ouvia pensei em Hamlet, mas com um tema mais ficção cientifica, com segredos…

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the dune movie is masterpiece, i can’t recover from it

[darrowsrising]

Hello. What's your take on the nascent religions on the series? around Eo and Darrow? Is first mentioned on IG, and when Romulus says the are fighting a religion whose god still lives. Then in DA, Dancer pretty much says the rising have been winning because the soldiers go suicidal mad and he joined the senate to counterweight the reaper. Then there is the Lysander cult for we have no information. And finally Ragnar's, he is already a god.

I do have opinions on them, but they are not objective, except for one - it was a given that this will happen. Darrow is the most god-like figure in the series and he is alive. Of course people will rally behind him and even make cults for him. It's a good thing that he is how he is and his worshippers can tell how not to push the lines.

I heard Paul Astreides, the hero of Dune, gets his own cult at some point and he is so remote from his people that they start doing shit in his name that he never would condone.

Darrow feels remote, but he would never ever allow or give his cult the opportunity to be arseholes in his name. It also helps that they fear the repercussions - Reaper goes through you, but the Goblin stays for seven courses.

Reaper being alive to say what goes and what doesn't is way better - like civil war, he refused it, although he knew that the people who side with him will go to ajy lengths for him, and they stood put, at most they manifested themselves pro Reaper, but peacefully.

I say it is way better, because if you look at Eo's cult, that's a religion that went out of line. She would indeed side with the Vox Populi, but as we all realised (some sooner than later), the Vox was wrong. Not in their demands (it's normal to want better rights for workers, to demand better in general), but in the way they went about it and the core philosophy they had - that Red should be on top and everyone else after them - basically a reserve pyramid, same opression, other opressors. I think, though, that even she would have been horrified at the crimes commited in her name - they executed innocents at her obelisk. If she were alive, she too would have been killed and martyrized for a madman's ambitions just like Dancer was.

Now to more subjective opinions -

Darrow is right that the Vox dragged her corpse in the Senate and dangled it around to make a point. Wrong points. Even though she would be on her side if she were alive, she is a symbol for hope, power against adversity, for everyone. Not for politicians to use her as an argument everytime they cook up some shitty idea. Yes, the peace was bullshit, some got that sooner rathen than later, but at least there is a consensus now, or it should be.

I think that Darrow's cult is presented in a more positive light - see the end of Dark Age, although there are also bits of Martians rallying behind Reaper no matter what through out teh book itself.

Although Dancer thinks himself some polar opposite to Reaper, I disagree that having soldiers going Blood Red in Darrow's name is something not normal. Because it's about the circumstances, they don't do that unless they are in an unescapable situation. And to say that the Rising has been winning because of that...well, if the Senate would really care about the soldiers so much, they wouldn't have abandoned them on Mercury to Atalantia's Iron Rains. And then go 'we have to cut the loose'. Dancer eventually came around, but he was still a shithead about it. He is the last person that I want to hear preaches on balance from.

No one goes Blood Red, unless they are truly in a situation that is without escape. Blood Red is someone's last stand against the enemy, they will fight with all their might. They will die and take as many motherfuckers with them as possible. Darrow is the only one I know that goes Blood Red and doesn't die. Why? Well, Darrow says that he goes Blood Red, but Lysander finds out what that means from other people.

Darrow always fights with all his might, he always fights like he will die if he doesn't kill the rest first. Because that's the truth. And he has the stamina and the skills to mantain that.

The reason why I disagree with Dancer is because Dancer intentionally created strife, because he thought the soldiers worship Reaper too much. Strife isn't the solution. It's the problem - that strife ended up with the Free Legions in pieces.

The reason why the soldiers are so ready to die, to sacrifice everything as long as there are less enemies and Reaper alive after they die, the reason why they would shank Harnassus in a heartbeat if he even thinks of messing with Darrow is because as far as they are concerned, Darrow cares about them just as much.

Darrow proved that he loves his soldiers more than any idiotic Senator ever could. And he proves that over and over again. The Senete abandoned them, sacrificed them, couldn't care less about them, they are a statistic as far as they are concerned. Darrow, destitute or not, came for them, fought for them. He is not a real god, not in the slightest. He can't just magically save them, he can't protect them, he can't stop the pain, heal the injured, revive the dead. But he loves them. And that's worth it for them. He is worth following to the fields of the Vale. And in this never-ending nightmare of dispair that is war - that matters the most. He brings them the hope and love that they need to endure everything.

That is why the soldiers go suicidal, but it's not on Darrow's orders at all. He is not Harmony.

Dancer thinks he brings balance, that he balances out Darrow's influence. And yes, Darrow SHOULD be questioned. But the soldiers' love for Darrow isn't the same like some actual cults that Darrow has. The soldiers choose to go Blood Red, they aren't brainwashed. Let's make a line in the sand - people who actively worship Reaper aren't the same as his own soldiers.

If anyone can see that Reaper is just flesh and blood, it's his soldiers. They see how human he is and how much he pushes his limits so often, they are surely used to it. And they still choose to do everything for him, not because he is some actual god. But because of the hope he gives them.

Virginia is right, the value of a man is the hope he gives his friends. So that is why I think that Dancer's way around 'the Reaper problem' was more damaging than solving. Because, yes, the people should question Darrow and Virginia, but not hate them. And Dancer specifically let his people call even Pax an abomination. That only created strife and mistrust that wasn't necessary. The Vox reacted how they reacted at the Day of the Red Doves, not because of the heat of the moment, they were boiling for years and Dancer lit the fire exactly like the actual abomination wanted.

A balance was needed, because creating a precedent with the position of ArchImperator is dangerous. Dancer was scared that Darrow would start civil war or that he will bend the Republic to his will or that the armies will rally always behind his every whim. First of all, not every soldier is like that - half the Free Legions bailed when the Senate said bail. Secondly, creating precedent is one, but no one would follow Zan like they do Darrow. And lastly, Darrow is Darrow, he never wanted power, he wanted a quiet life where no one will jump from the sky to massacrate his family - and to deny that, is delusion. That last sentence is not subjective, it's truth. Dancer should have found another way - being the fatherly figure while slandering your 'son' as if he is a momster now, wanting to cut off the Free Legions, but NEVER admitting your own fault in this matter, letting your people call an innocent child an abomination and acting behind close doors like that never happened and making an offensive campaign that benefitted nobody in the long run - was just not ok.

Ragnar's cult was, in my opinion, also promoted by the Howlers and their inside jokes. I think, though, that he is more popular among Obsisians and those he has helped and befriended in Tinos and their relatives/offsprings. People aren't that open to Obsidians even 10 years after his death, so it's not surprising that the Prince of the Spires isn't more popular. At least it doesn't feel so when I am reading. It feels like the people who have bias against Obsidians are just glad Ragnar is dead, because he sounds like a monster to them.

I heard a lot of 'Ragnar wouldn't have followed Darrow'. Maybe not on Venus, but he would have gone to Mercury for sure, no questions asked, he wouldn't abandon his friends! If only to manage to get them out of there, he would have done everything in his power.

So that is what I think about the whole matter.

Howl on!

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The scholar of the multiverse is a traveler of dimensions that seeks the knowledge that every universe has to offer. She met with Luke long ago and made her own light saber in Jedha out of a kyber cristal. She traveled over the hill and under the hill and by the river to learn about a certain ring. She endured the dangers of Lordran to discover the secrets of that ancient Kingdon. She fought against the creatures of Grimm, the Covenant, and the underworld armies of Medusa. She’s been to Ylisse, Konoha, and Skyrim. Met Colonel Roy Mustang, the ronin Himura Kenshin, and Duke Paul Astreides. And she had some interesting conversations about how it all happened with a certain Trunks and a certain Elizabeth. But there is still so many places yet to explore…

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