#paul.

[ratatatastic]

"I should [learn Finnish] probably from Niko Mikkola. I'm pretty sure he's swearing at me." and other things to say about the tall cryptid you kidnapped from the woods and made them to play hockey

media availability | 10.29.24 (x)

[sillylittlegaymer]

WARGH

[slipknot-brainrot]

Paul.

[menlove]

paul..............

[megaaceofspades]

the locked tomb girlies, pls enjoy ingydar by adrianne lenker as a song to associate with our lyctors. why should you believe me? “everything eats and is eaten, time is fed”

have fun!

[the-implications]

Paul x Pokey ship? Eldritch gods are fun, lol

yesssss paulkotho goes so hard...... poor paul does not know whats going on @ first but pokey is sooo into him and will do anything to have him.... including start an entire musical apocalypse in order to get his attention....

these two are so fun because of the clear, Literal, power imbalance, which leaves room for ANGST !! (my favorite) like imagine paul becoming absolutely entranced with pokotho's power similarly to how grace does at the end of npmd? he's just constantly chasing that feeling which probably leads to paul maybe opening himself up to infection...

which i was gonna make a seperate post about this but it kinda fits here so fuck it! but i'll never stop thinking about half infected paul.... pokey literally torturing paul with the thing he hates most in the world... and he's conscious during all of it. so paul has to live out the rest of his days singing and dancing but also he doesn't care because it feels good. he KNOWS he should hate it but he physically can't because of the infection.

like omg theyre so....... SO good. idk i think that might be a 9/10 for me 😩

[rejectory]

@petitsdieu *

He nearly has Gurney do it.

I beg, she said, half-folded in space, wedging her balance on water. She went lax over Paul’s unoffered arms, invoking a right not hers, supervening on a tie more ancient than her planet so carelessly: the one who prays and the One who hears.

No steepled fingers. Not on her knees, either.

She doesn’t know her place. She guesses at it. He’ll only correct once.

When he softens her into her bed, she weighs half of him.

*

The fast is broken to birds and smoke. Belarilia, Alia had prompted. Gurney smacks his way through his helping like a starving toddler.

"My lord's going to weaken his future goggles if he doesn't eat."

The maids’ hypocrite eyes watch him as if eager to poison his food. Gurney’s mouth unsticks. They watch as if, when he scoops into their simple minds, cruel and stingy - finally finally finally hadn’t been their farewell to their dearly departed King.

❝Not hungry.❞

The joining of their guest, in her own home, isn’t optional. She may come down on her own terms if those don’t exceed a quarter hour. Paul sits on how the Atreides implanted a well-meant colony on Arrakis; how the Harkonnens in turn laid eggs inside Caladan in their absence.

He cuts himself on the thought. Daybreak has seen him ill-fitted, moving in the wrong socket. That is, until either he or it work the other to dust.

[sebstagram]

[irulean]

❛❛ when he wanted, he could radiate charm and sincerity, but i often wonder in these later days if anything about him was as it seemed. i think now he was a man fighting constantly to escape the bars of an invisible cage. you must remember that he was an emperor, father-head of a dynasty that reached back into the dimmest history. but we denied him a legal son. was this not the most terrible defeat a ruler ever suffered? my mother obeyed her sister superiors where the lady jessica disobeyed. which of them was the stronger? history already has answered. ❜❜

[thealiviajane]

Paul...

[survivedsarchived]

leo's touch startles him, jerking paul from his thoughts. every muscle tenses, breath caught between his teeth, and it takes him too long to unknot: fingers unfurling slowly, arms crossing, nails digging into his own skin. he exhales. shifts in his office chair, glancing guiltily across the papers and books piling atop his desk, before finally allowing himself to look at leo — who seems just as haggard.

“shit, man.” paul's voice is heavy with exhaustion. for the past hour — he thinks it's only been an hour, anyway; the clock on his desk has been recently defaced, its hands removed to cease its ticking — he'd been attempting something akin to sleep, upright and uncomfortable in this chair, but it continues to elude him. what comes instead are foggy snatches of memory, ben half-faded in every snapshot. (like a ghost hovering between worlds. paul's considered asking leo if he sees hope the same way, but — he can never form the words. he doesn't want to put an image like that into his head.)

he shakes off the last remnants of his failed sleep, head canting backwards. there's a burning his throat that he knows is dehydration, but paul makes no effort to correct it. he blinks at leo instead. “i was supposed to meet you, wasn't i? i, uh. lost track of time.” he says it with no conviction, no real attempt to make an excuse: he tells himself that leo understands.

belatedly, suddenly, paul gestures towards the seat opposite him, a quiet invitation for leo to sit. (make himself as comfortable as possible, in the mess that's become paul's office.) “are you okay?” paul feels his mouth twist, before he can stop it. “i mean... you look good. better than me,” he says with an unconvincing laugh. “—have you been sleeping?” + @doomdays

[sillylittlegaymer]

This is the closest thing im getting to making pepton real

[itgetsbetterproject]

merry gay christmas yall

[parasocialpixlriffs]

ROSANNA PANSINO???

??????

[zegalba]

Bed of Lettuce by Paul Octavious