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keyndom · 30 days

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KEYNDOM⸻ INDEPENDENT, MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE AND SELECTIVE BLOG FOR PRINCESS IRULAN CORRINO FROM THE DUNE FRANCHISE. BASED ON THE MOVIEVERSE WITH INFLUENCES FROM BOOKS AND MAINLY HEADCANON BASED. CST + 3. SHE/HER. WRITTEN BY CALI. (#)

an exploration of: prophecy girl, history remember the victors, glorified firstborn daughter, knowledge is power, marriage of convenience, the princess becomes an empress, the negociator, the writer.

PROMO.

temporary rules under the cut.

01ㅤ| ㅤㅤintroductionㅤ : ㅤmy name is CALI (SHE/HER, CST+3) born in 1994, 21+ .welcome to my PRINCESS IRULAN CORRINO muse blog. this blog is private, selective and mutually exclusive. meaning i won't interact with blogs that are not mutuals with me. [this blog is open to plotting both on discord via tupperbox and tumblr].

02.ㅤ| ㅤㅤactivityㅤ : activity on this blog will be medium to low through the week days. i'm mostly active at nights and from fridays to sundays activity will be higher through the weekends and through tupperbox on discord .best way to reach me will be through discord that can be asked upon request to create a 1x1 server or just to talk. [please don't pressure me for replies or asks. as well, communication is key, i'm not a mind reader so if something is bothering you, asking me is okay.].

03.ㅤ| ㅤthreadsㅤ : ㅤthreads will be dropped and asks will be cleared. we are always welcome to do multi threads at the same time. if i get overwhelmed i will usually drop things to start over. i have a generalized anxiety disorder so that affects my productivity too asks are always welcome to be turned into threads . do not reblog memes from me unless we are mutuals. [and if you want to unfollow me, please softblock. as well, if we are friends, always reach out if you are uncomfortable, i will do my best to improve]

04.ㅤ| ㅤㅤformattingㅤ : ㅤfrom january, 2023 , this blog is forced to have only the BETA EDITOR + TRIM. please keep this in mind while roleplaying with me if you are still using the legacy editor. I no longer use small text as my go-to formatting but i might use it at times. i am still available to use legacy when required but do keep this in mind ㅤ[BETA EDITOR + REGULAR TEXT + DOUBLE SPACE. WILL USE ICONS IRREGULARY.]

05.ㅤ| BANNED FACECLAIMS. elizabeth olsen, scarlett johansson, jeremy renner, amber heard, allison mack, gal gadot, johnny depp.

06.ㅤ| ㅤㅤcreditsㅤ : psd, graphics, promo are all done made by me through my resource blog. some days i will be iconless and others i will use them, mostly when i'm at home. [i write novella, multi-para and single line as well text roleplay via discord/tupperbox and tumblr as well].

07.ㅤ| ㅤㅤshippingㅤ : ㅤ shipping is wonderful and it's one of my favorite things in the world. irulan is canonically going to marry paul as part of the new pact and become empress. i would love to explore their marriage and dynamic but i will not push this, but i believe the movies are going on an interesting note for them. for crossover shisp, all of them all welcome.

08.ㅤ| ㅤㅤDNIㅤ : ㅤ due to personal reasons, i won't be roleplaying with characters from the following fandoms. DC'S STARGIRL, PEACEMAKER, MUSES FROM THE BATMAN (2022) AND HORROR MUSES BASED (SELECTIVE), WRESTLING FACECLAIMS. unless we are friends. on my other non ck related muses i don't mind but i have had some bad experiences in the past [personal DNI can be given in privacy, however no name drops will be given here as none of the people are bad and DNI worthy, just uncomfortable].

09.ㅤ| ㅤㅤetiquetteㅤ : ㅤ don't godmod my muse. small things are welcomed. irulan is a bene gesserit of hidden rank with a few of their abilities trained. she is however, very much human but if your muse wants to hurt her psychically, you need to let me know i just want to be given a heads up if you will ever do a thing to hurt them. i assure you, i will not mind if plotted. [as well, don't assume ships with me unless we are friends].

10.ㅤ| changes: ㅤhere are a few of the changes regarding my irulan as i follow her from the movies and what could be, knowing of a few changes they did to the books.

chani leaving at the end instead of bowing down leaves open for exploration of irulan and paul's relationship, as a political alliance and as a marriage. even odd parallels between leto and jessica.

irulan is trained by the bene gesserit, however, she is told she is weak due to her individuality and not following most of the rules that are set for her.

i believe irulan is fascinated by paul atreides, aware that his mother went against rules to birth a boy when only girls are in the order.

she is a writer and scribe and transcribe stories from one language to another and speaks plenty of them.

regardless of paul, irulan always knew she was meant to be empress.

#out ✧ { the logs }#pinpost ✧ { do not interact }

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wulfhalls · 2 years

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set pics of flo as irulan + her desk 🤔

if she doesn't get at least up to two iconic the lady jessicas coloniser fit esque looks im taking drastic measures. this better be im doing hot girl historian shit in private on my scifi art nouveau desk right before the insanely elaborate state dinner kicks off and I'm out and about with my BENE GESSERIT HEAD GEAR that rivals miss marie antoinettes my hair is a ship hairstyle statement pieces. anyways that's my GIRL!!!!! THERE SHE IS PRINCESS IRULAN CORRINO!!!!!!

#dune #asks #irulan corrino #my mediocre bene gesserit historian gf ☺️💞#moonliightings

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witchywomanrunningupthathill · 2 years

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Dreams (Chapter 3 - Herald of the Change)

Pairing: Paul Atreides x OFC

Summary: House Atreides is officially bequeathed Arrakis by the Emperor. House Khumali has its history changed yet again. Rhaenia is put to use. Paul searches for meaning in his dreams.

Warnings: Suggestions of sex, violence (not super graphic), death

Word Count: 4k-ish

A/N: Herald scene dialogue, hangar, cemetery, and officers’ mess scenes taken from the 2021 screenplay.

“When law and duty are one, united by religion, you never become fully conscious, fully aware of yourself. You are always a little less than an individual.”

From Muad’Dib: The Ninety-Nine Wonders of the Universe by the Princess Irulan

Who are you? Those were the words on Paul’s mind as he pulled on his military jacket. He thought himself an idiot for asking that, of all things. At first, he hadn’t known where he’d gone this time while he’d been asleep, but he sure didn’t recognize the place. A large stone keep. It’d been cold, a bit drafty actually. He was surprised considering the way the sun beat down through the high windowns. But he recognized the signs. Tangerine-toned banners… Griffin ornamentation…sandstone…Khumali, he thought, putting his mentat training to the test. Another Noble House – on the decline as of late. He’d read his histories.

House Khumali was younger than House Atreides by only a few centuries. But unlike the Atreides, the Khumali descended from an altogether different world, where there was no Agamemnon, no planet of aqua. Khumali’s story began with the Zensunni Wanderers, ancestors of the Fremen. Following the planet Harmonthep’s destruction, the Zensunni sought out another world and they found Khumali. The Zensunni almost did not settle on the near-desert planet because of the ways of its natives, the Khumal.

The Khumal were a race of engineers, but they were also alchemists, who were responsible for purifying much of the metals used in the construction of Landing Crafts. But the Khumal had niche practices, including fire magick. The Khumal were also griffinlords -- this the Zensunni, and the rest of the Known Universe feared the most about the Khumal. It was believed that the Khumal used magick to create the beasts, but the Griffin is native to the planet’s tropical region, where a majority of the desert oasis and the capital city live. Many of the Zensunni and Khumal mated, supposedly polluting the magical bloodline the Khumal possessed. This led to the thirty-year jihad between both races, however the Zensunni stood no chance facing their Griffin-mastering foes. This prompted their pilgrimage to Arrakis, where they settled next due to the Spice Melange.

The Royal House of Khumali descends from the Zensunni-Khumal race, still leading the critical trade of spacecraft production. Though the Griffins died out thereafter over the next 500 standard years, House Khumali iconizes the mythical beast as a symbol of strength, protection, and miracle realized.

Paul watched his hands in the mirror as they fastened the top button of his jacket. The history had run though his mind like computer binary. His mind shifted briefly to Thufir Hawat, the Atreides mentat, thinking to himself, what a burden it must be to have so much knowledge. But then he thought of himself, of his visions. He closed his eyes briefly, taking in a breath, I must not fear… As he opened his eyes, he heard the door to his room open. It was his father.

“All set?”

“Just about.”

“You’ve handled these past few weeks well. I’m proud of you. We’re almost to the line.”

“Do you ever worry about going to Arrakis.”

Leto paused, thinking carefully of his next words.

“I think that we are prepared to go to Arrakis,” he says. Paul looks his father in the eyes, searching for the meaning of his cryptic language. “It’s time,” Leto adds, pulling an arm around his son for a brief embrace. When he pulls back, he stiffens his posture, holds his head high, looking back at Paul once more before they both exit the boy’s bedroom to meet Jessica in the corridor. They all proceeded to the tarmac.

Atreides flags flapped in the wind as Paul peered up at the distant spaceship in the morning sky. The colossal Imperial Spacecraft landed softly, and soon enough the ship’s door lowered. A green carpet deploys automatically, rolling along the tarmac. Dignitaries exit, men and women and everyone in between in varying ceremonial dress, all led by a man carrying an ornate scroll. He is strikingly regal in both dress and disposition. Atreides officers stand on each side of the imperial party as they stride almost silently across the tarmac. Paul watches the two Bene Gesserit women flanking the Herald from behind.

Rhaenia looks down the carpet where Duke Leto, Lady Jessica, and Paul await. To their left and right stand Thufir Hawat and Gurney Halleck. She grips her hands tightly in front of her, trying to relax. Behind her stand seven members of the Spacing Guild. Their presence is unsettling, but she fights this thought, rejects it, as she continues down the carpet before stopping with the whole party a respectful distance away from the Atreides.

The sun rises slow on Khumali’s horizon. Cassius watches from the castle’s War Room balcony. He closes his eyes, breathes in the air of his homeworld, trying to ignore the nagging feeling in his chest as he heard the Harkonnen ship make its descent. He reopened his eyes and turned back to the room just as Radames entered.

“I’ve instructed the guard to bring them up” Radames said.

“You show the Harkonnens too much trust, brother,” Cassius replied.

“And you show too little faith in me.”

“I only think—”

“We require the spice no more than anyone else in the Known Universe. The Baron can either make right on our demands or he can be left to pick through the fallout once the Emperor gets word of his erm…predilection.”

Cassius had only recently learned of Vladimir Harkonnen’s appetite for young boys. On Radames’ last visit to the Baron, Radames seen and heard far too much of what he shouldn’t. He couldn’t get the image of the boy who looked no older than fourteen out of his mind. He was disgusted that this was the example set by the second-richest house in the Universe.

“A monopoly on spice production and pedophilia… He’s losing one. One must wonder how he plans to make up for the imbalance,” Cassius said. Radames doesn’t respond, only checks his watch.

“They should’ve been up here by now,” Radames said.

Cassius’ heart sunk. He scolded himself for not having taken notice of how quiet the castle had gone only moments ago. As Radames started to say something else, Cassius held his finger up. Both men went still. In the distance, they both heard yells and cries of pain along with the sound of a knife burying itself into a nearby wall.

Both Cassius and Radames looked at one another. Mother. Lady Shirin was on the other side of the castle, and they had no direct route to her from here. They activated their shields. Cassius pulled a pistol from a nearby drawer, while Radames unsheathed his sword. They both exited the room. Outside was a miniscule massacre of Khumali guardsmen. The brothers turned a corner as a Harkonnen trooper entered a nearby room, looking for them, obviously. Cassius motioned for them to go the other direction, down toward the ground floor entrance. Find Shirin and get out unnoticed. That was the plan. The next moment, they faced three Harkonnen men. Or so they believed.

“The Baron sends his regards,” the assassin spoke in the Sardaukar tongue, pulling the pin on a grenade-shaped device and throwing it in the brothers’ direction, before levitating up to the sky.

This section of the castle had no roof. But the gas was flowing too quickly and was too thick to clear the space. Cassius and Radames both saw red as the gas penetrated their failing shields. They coughed, gasped for air, but it was useless. Hydrogen cyanide. The next moment, Cassius was on the ground on all-fours choking and Radames tried to get to his brother despite his own suffering. He felt like his lungs were dissolving and oh how his whole body burned.

Cassius couldn’t take it anymore and succumbed to death, falling over in his brother’s lap. They were never going to meet with Rabban Harkonnen about the spice. Radames watched the life leave his baby brother’s eyes just as tears from the gas irritation blurred his view. As he took his last breath, it was then that he understood the mistake he’d made only one year ago at the Landsraad. He remembered his mother, hoped that she had made it out. And he remembered his sister far away on Kaitain. Rhaenia. His world went black.

Lady Shirin had only minutes left of her life. She’d luckily made it to a hidden chamber underneath one of the castle’s many towers with the greatest haste. She spent her last moments writing urgently on a crumpled piece of parchment. She scrawled in one of the ancient languages to ensure her message’s illegibility. As she finished, she unclasped the large locket from her neck, pulled it open and stuffed the tiny paper inside. She pressed her lips to the warm gold and held the locket in a tight fist.

Suddenly, the secret door was destroyed in a mess of rock, wood, and metal shrapnel. A Sardaukar guard in Harkonnen armor appeared through the smoke.

“Tell the Emperor, he does not know the wrath he awaits,” Shirin said, before pulling a copper dagger from behind her back. She began to chant in Khumali, “Atash…azhar…”

Nothing happened for a moment, until, a rush of flames consumed the Sardaukar soldier. The fire would only attract more soldiers. She then stepped into the flames, which seemed to move out of her way, then drove the dagger through her abdomen. She cried out. A melodious chorus, gathering the strength to use her last breaths.

“Drawad, Rhaenia, akhran az Khumal!” She yelled, eyes wide in crazed determination.

Hail Rhaenia, last of the blood of Khumal. Then Shirin let the fire take her.

Long after the fire had gone out, having overtaken most of Castle Khumali, Three imperial agents searched the rubble to reclaim the last of what had survived. On the spot of Lady Shirin’s death was only scorched stone, a dagger that now appeared to be golden, and a golden locket. The agent picked up the locket and the dagger. On closer inspection, The locket had an ouroboros on the front in the shape of an infinity sign. Inside the two circles were a sun and a moon. The agent carried the bloodless dagger in one hand, pocketed the locket, and made their way back to the spacecraft on which they arrived.

Rhaenia’s stomach flipped as the Herald began in a loud, officious voice:

“By the grace of Shaddam IV of House Corrino, Ascendant to the Golden Lion Throne and Padisha Emperor of the Known Universe, I stand before you as Herald of the Change,” he said, gesturing to those accompanying him. “We are witnessed by members of the imperial court, representatives of the Spacing Guild, and two sisters of the Bene Gesserit.” Reverend Mother Valeria Antony lifts her eyes to see Jessica staring right back at her. “House Atreides is one of the oldest and most respected members of the Landsraad. In the wake of the failure of House Harkonnen, the other Great Houses have turned to you in hope. Shaddam IV agrees. The Herald unfurls the scroll with a pointed snap. “House Atreides will immediately take control of Arrakis and serve as its steward. Do you accept?”

Leto steps forward, and the Atreides turn to face him.

“We are House Atreides. There is no call we do not answer. There is no faith that we betray. House Atreides… Accepts.”

“ATREIDES! ATREIDES! ATREIDES!” the officers shout in one voice.

The Herald nodded, pleased. Leto took the ceremonial quill and signed the scroll. The Reverend Mother and Rhaenia stepped forward. Rhaenia lifted the veil of her habit once more before lighting a small stick of wax. She and Reverend Mother Antony muttered a prayer as the golden wax drips into a pool on the scroll. Paul’s eyes moved from his father to Rhaenia. His words from his dream replayed in his mind.

“Your seal,” the Herald said.

Duke Leto pressed the Atreides ducal ring carefully into the wax. Jessica’s eyes moved to Rhaenia, searching. Rhaenia watched Paul, their eyes only meet for a moment, but it’s long enough for her to communicate what she wanted to him, just before she found Jessica's gaze. You know who I am.

The Reverend Mother looked at Jessica once more, then cast her eyes toward Paul, then back to Jessica. Jessica attempted to keep her composure, but a clear message had just been sent.

The Herald checked the seal and rolled up the scroll.

“The Emperor has assigned a Judge of the Change to oversee the transition. The Judge will meet you upon your arrival.”

"So…it’s done?" Leto asked.

“It’s done," said the Herald, looking into Leto's eyes, a hint of an unsettling smile on his face.

Rhaenia stole one more glance at Paul. He was already looking at her, equal parts inquisitive and captivated. The corners of his mouth rose in a close-lipped smile, barely-noticeable. Then he nervously shifted his gaze over to the Imperial Spacecraft. This was usually the reaction the princess' presence elicited. There was an intensity about Rhaenia that she had not yet learned how to control. She took pride in being watched, in making (mostly men) squirm. But this intensity was also to blame for her loneliness. She had Cassius, Radames (though, they rarely saw one another outside of official matters), Irulan, and the few Bene Gesserit sisters to whom she'd grown close. But perhaps, she'd grown accustomed to thinking, this life was supposed to be a lonely one. In the next, maybe.

Rhaenia, along with the rest of the imperial party, processed back down the carpet into the ship. Goodbye, Paul Atreides, she thought to herself. She turned to see the Reverend Mother watching her as the spacecraft’s door closed once again.

They launch back into the sky, toward the Heighliner that brought them here, into the infinity of space.

The trip on the Heighliner was dark and noiseless. Rhaenia busied herself by conjuring an image of Paul from earlier in the day. He was an attractive boy, beautiful she might say…she had no doubt the ladies of the Imperium were lining up in the hopes of becoming his betrothed, now that he had come of age. She remembered the way her heart raced when their eyes first met. The nervousness. She thought about his smile. Her face warmed at the thought. Then she stopped herself. She shouldn’t be thinking about him like this. She doesn’t even know the boy. Besides, she had Irulan, who Rhaenia thought was in for quite a treat once she returned. They hadn’t been intimate for a while, with their Bene Gesserit duties and all of the drama around the palace as of late. Rhaenia squeezed her legs together at the thought of her plans.

Her train of thought was broken by the entrance of Reverend Mother Antony, who came to sit down in front of her.

“Rhaenia, I’ve just received word from His Majesty,” the Reverend Mother starts.

“A report on our mission, I imagine, your Reverence?” Rhaenia says.

“It is another matter, Rhaenia.” She pauses for a long moment. “I was informed of developments on Khumali." Rhaenia's eyebrows rose. "This afternoon your brothers, the Duke Radames, Prince Cassius, and the Lady Shirin were murdered…”

Rhaenia’s stomach drops. The blood leaves her face as her head begins to spin. She doesn’t believe her ears.

“No” Rhaenia says, shaking her head. Tears fall hot and silent down her face. Her frown turned into an attempt to muffle a sob. It was a fruitless effort. Reverend Mother Antony watched, emotionless. Rhaenia cried into her hands. Suddenly, she felt the Reverend Mother’s voice.

“STOP CRYING!” the Reverend Mother said, using the Voice. Instantly, Rhaenia’s tears stopped flowing, she straightened up, only sniffled once or twice. The Voice was a peculiar thing because while one could take control of another’s mind for a few moments, the person whose mind you took control of could still feel independently of what they were being controlled to do. Quasi-possession, so to speak. A hijacking of the nervous system. And while Rhaenia’s tears no longer showed outwardly, the buildup of despair at the news of her family’s death and rage at the Reverend Mother for using the Voice on her was about to break the metaphorical levy. It made her head pound.

“You musn’t show weakness. Not now. Not here… I have more news for you… The Emperor suggests that you prepare to travel to Arrakis. Both he and Reverend Mother Mohiam are pleased with your work today. This was supposed to be effective immediately, but given the recent events...you have two weeks.”

“I do not wish to go,” Rhaenia said, defeated. She begins mindlessly twirling the ouroboros ring on her finger.

“This isn’t your decision.”

Rhaenia’s dark eyes glisten. The Reverend Mother’s commanding with the Voice had faded quickly, now only Rhaenia stood in the way of herself and showing her emotions. She could feel the Reverend Mother trying to sift her mind. Reverend Mother Antony retreated her psychic attack, and left Rhaenia by herself.

She waited until she could no longer hear the Reverend Mother’s footsteps to break down. Silent sobbing only.

House Khumali, a noble house no more. A dead line, as far as the Imperium was concerned.

She thought of their house symbol, the griffin, and how ridiculous the creature now appeared to her in her mind. The nobles-no-more would be yet another footnote in the long history of the Known Universe.

A fighter spacecraft zoomed recklessly over Caladan's verdant mountains, performing a brutal maneuver between a set of rocks, leaving a thunderous whir in its wake. The craft landed in a military hangar. Nearby, a squad of Atreides commandos prepped equipment: swords, lasguns, rocket launchers… Armor and shield generators. Survival gear.

Duncan Idaho, a powerfully large man, in his pilot’s uniform pulled off his helmet.

“Stabilizers still too loose,” Duncan says.

“We’ll dial ‘em in,” Lanville responds.

“Dial faster,” Duncan says, laying a heavy hand on Lanville’s shoulder. Lanville grins and nods.

Paul walks further into the hangar.

“Duncan.”

“My boy!” He wrapped the boy into a hug. “You put on muscle,” Duncan said, pushing Paul back.

“I did?” Paul asked as he looked down at himself, hopeful.

“Nope” Duncan deadpanned. Paul’s shoulders drooped.

“So you’re going to Arrakis tomorrow. With the advance team.”

“Yep.”

“I’d like you to take me with you.”

“You do? Oh. Too bad. Because no.”

“Duncan—”

“You trying to get me court-martialed?” he asks, studying Paul. “What’s going on?”

“Can I trust you with something?”

“Always. You know that.”

“I’ve been having dreams. About Arrakis…” Paul’s dreams invade his mind. “I saw the spice sands in the deep desert. The Fremen, fighting for their lands.” Harvesters. Harkonnens. The Fremen at war. “And there’s…” A beautiful girl with elven features and blue within blue eyes stares at him through his mind’s eye. Chani. She whispers Paul’s name. “…There’s a girl.”

“Now we’re talking…”

“I saw the Harkonnen legions…”Thousands of Harkonnen soldierns walk into the open bays of their spacecraft. Flags bearing the Harkonnen emblem are everywhere. The industrial-looking flagship lifts off. An imposing fleet of military ships bearing the Harkonnen insignia leaves Arrakis. “I watched them leave Arrakis.”

“Okay, so… you dreamed about stuff we all know about.”

“You’re not taking this seriously,” Paul says. Duncan doesn’t respond. “The first dream was a month ago…before any of this happened.”

“Well…that’s a hell of a coincidence.”

“I dreamt about you. With the Fremen.”

“So I will find them! That's as good a sign as any.” Paul only gives him a grim expression. “Right?”

“I saw you lying dead. Fallen in battle."

Duncan blinked.

"Clean shaven."

Duncan's face floods with relief. He claps his hands.

“Whew! Okay! Not gonna die!” He points to his beard, “I shave for no man!”

“Duncan…”

“That’s why you want to come with me!”

“I saw another girl too. A Khumali. She was surrounded by the Fremen.”

“Listen. Dreams make good stories. But everything important happens while we’re awake. Because that’s when we make things happen,” Duncan said, clapping Paul on the arm then heading back to his men. “I hope the girl parts are true!”

Paul stays behind, lost in his thoughts and out of arguments.

Duke Leto stands upon Caladan’s clifftops, cold wind bristling through his hair, the fibers of his clothing. He leaned over to wipe dirt from a gravestone featuring a carving of a man fighting a giant bull. He looks off in the direction of the castle, Paul walking to join him.

“I miss him,” Leto said, giving his grandfather’s gravestone a last look. “That damned bull.” Leto looked around at the serenity of The Ducal Cemetery. “I wish we could bring them all with us.”

“You don’t think we’ll ever come back?”

“Arrakis is far away.”

“Father, want to join Duncan Idaho’s scout mission on Arrakis. I’d be an asset --”

“Out of the question. You’ll travel to Arrakis in a few weeks, like the rest of us,” Leto said, looking his son in the eyes. “I understand your impatience. When we get to Arrakis, I want you to have a seat on my council. It’s time to teach you how we lead.”

“Great leaders are raised in the mud, not around tables.”

“Don’t throw my words back at me. You have responsibilities Duncan Idaho will never have.”

“Grandfather fought bulls for sport!”

“Yes,” Leto motioned back at the tombstone. “And look where that got him.”

“What if I’m not?”

“Not what?”

“The future of House Atreides.”

Leto took a deep breath. He raised his hand, revealing the glinting ducal signet ring. “I told my father I didn’t want this either.” Paul’s eyebrows drew upward in surprise. “I wanted to be a pilot.”

“You never told me that.”

“My father said, ‘A good man doesn’t seek to lead. He’s called to it, and he answers.” Leto sighed. “If your answer is no, you’ll still be the only thing I’ve ever need you to be – my son.” Leto cupped the side of his son’s face, looking him in the eyes. “I found my own way to it. You might find yours…In their memory, give it a try."

Three dozen men of the Atreides legions, Leto among them, let loose among the free-flowing drinks. Two men danced atop a table in the dim light of the Barracks Mess.

“To Duncan’s last night on Caladan!” Leto shouted. The men cheer and toast.

Gurney sat alone on a bench, broody, glowering into his beer and plucking an open string on his baliset.

“Gurney Halleck. You look grouchy. To Arrakis!” Duncan says, clunking his mug with Gurney’s in a one-sided toast.

“You think we’ve won something?”

“So it is. The other Great Houses trust and admire us. And the Emperor is a jealous man."

Duncan stares at Gurney.

“Did you tell the Duke?”

“He knows. He—he’s right here.”

Duncan looks up to Leto, who speaks in a lowered tone.

“The Emperor is no stranger to treachery. Nor the Harkonnens. We have to be ready for anything. But this is our time. The Atreides never back down from a challenge. And when we prevail, it will mean a better life for the people of Arrakis. For all of us. Until then, we keep our spirits um, hmm?” Gurney nods reluctantly. He toasts Leto, who then turns to Duncan. “Duncan you’re a fine fighting man. But you look like a barbarian,” Leto says. Duncan grins. “Tonight, that beard comes off.”

Duncan’s grin fades. Gurney hands the Duke a trimmer. Duncan starts to rise, but Gurney and Lanville have him by the arms. The room erupts in laughter as Leto steps in.

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Drawad, Rhaenia, akhran az Khumal - Hail, Rhaenia, last of the blood of Khumal

#paul atreides x ofc #paul atreides x you #paul atreides x reader #paul x reader #paul atreides x oc #paul atreides fanfiction #dune fandom #dune fanfiction #dune part one #dune part two #dune part 2

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thisgodwontforgiveyou · 1 year

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In the 1984 movie Dune, the role of the Princess Irulan was played by actress Virginia Madsen, who, in keeping with her appearance in the book, provides an opening narration and only appears in person in the opening and closing scenes. Helena Bonham Carter had been cast in the role, but was forced to leave production for scheduling conflicts with A Room With a View (1983).

this is so scary irulan is the single most iconic and kind of best part of the original movie and helena bonham carter would have been so offputting in the wrong way

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iirulancorrino · 2 years

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Genuinely intrigued by your user name and your pfp...

And in love with your reading recommendations, hope to get editions of those books on my native language <3

Thank you! Princess Irulan was always my low-key fave in the Dune series, I love how she's just quietly in the background narrating everything. My avatar is an icon of Julian of Norwich by Robert Lentz, a Franciscan friar who does a lot of really interesting art.

And I'm happy you appreciate my book recommendations! That's the niche I fill in the tumblr ecosystem. Rooting for you to get translations soon.

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Dune: Part Two, 2024

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Week 5: Movie post - Dune. By Pearl Yanez

TWO critical quotations:

Quote 1: "He who controls the spice controls the universe." - Princess Irulan, Dune (1984)

I find this quote interesting because it speaks to the central theme of the film, which is the power struggle over the valuable resource known as "spice." It also highlights the importance of control and the lengths that individuals will go to attain it.

Quote 2: "Fear is the mind-killer." - Paul Atreides, Dune (1984)

This quote is intriguing because it reflects the film's exploration of fear and its effects on individuals and societies. It also ties into the film's focus on mental and physical training, as characters like Paul must learn to overcome their fear in order to achieve their goals.

TWO pieces of historical evidence:

The following are two historical events that took place in the same year Dune was released.

Gandhi Assassination = https://www.washingtonpost.com/archive/politics/1984/10/31/gunmen-assassinate-prime-minister-gandhi/5eba271c-85db-49a4-b605-d3b5cf89c1fc

On October 31, 1984, Indian Prime Minister Indira Gandhi was assassinated by two members of her own security detail. The United News of India reported that she was shot outside her residence and rushed to the All-India Institute of Medical Sciences, where she later died. According to sources at the hospital, she was shot in the heart and had several bullet wounds in her abdomen. The news agency reported that the two gunmen were killed on the spot by other security guards, while an officer of the security police was injured and "overpowered." An unidentified caller later claimed responsibility and declared, "We have taken our revenge, long live the Sikh religion."

2. Widespread Famine in Ethiopia after political conflict = https://www.worldvision.org/disaster-relief-news-stories/1980s-ethiopia-famine-facts

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In 1984, Ethiopia faced a devastating famine that killed many people. Aid organizations, including World Vision, responded to the crisis and provided relief to those in need. However, it was the BBC reporter Michael Buerk who brought the famine to the attention of the world with his reporting from a feeding site. This led to a massive influx of donations and support for relief efforts. As quoted from the article, "When BBC reporter Michael Buerk, traveling with World Vision, brought stories and images from a feeding site to home television sets in October 1984, masses were moved to donate to the relief efforts."

TWO PIECES OF TEXTUAL EVIDENCE:

Textual Resource 1: A clip from the movie featuring the sandworms

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I find this clip appealing because it showcases one of the most iconic and memorable aspects of the Dune universe: the gigantic sandworms that inhabit the desert planet of Arrakis. The special effects used to bring these creatures to life are also impressive, especially for a film from 1984.

Textual Resource 2: A single image of the Fremen

I find this image interesting because it captures the look and feel of the Fremen, a group of desert-dwelling warriors who play a significant role in the film's plot. The image showcases their distinctive clothing, as well as the harsh, unforgiving environment in which they live.

Basic Questions:

Basic Facts and Context: "Dune" is a science-fiction film directed by David Lynch and released in 1984. The film is based on a book by the same title, written by Frank Herbert and follows the story of Paul Atreides (Kyle MacLachlan), a young nobleman who must lead his people in a struggle against the evil House Harkonnen and its allies in the intergalactic empire.

Critical Reception: "Dune" was a commercial disappointment upon its release and received mixed reviews from critics. While some praised the film's visual style and production design, others criticized its convoluted plot, uneven pacing, and lack of character development. Since the film's release, it has gained a cult following and has been reappraised by some critics as a flawed but ambitious work of science fiction.

Historical Context: "Dune" was released during a period of renewed interest in science fiction and fantasy films, following the success of "Star Wars" and "The Lord of the Rings." The film's themes of political intrigue, environmentalism, and spirituality reflect broader cultural anxieties of the era, including concerns about global warming, nuclear war, and the rise of religious fundamentalism.

Style, Look-and-Feel: "Dune" has a distinctive visual style and look-and-feel that sets it apart from other science fiction films of its era. The film features elaborate sets and costumes, as well as innovative special effects that were cutting-edge at the time of its release. The film's sound design, including its use of ambient noise and whispered inner monologues, also adds to its dreamlike and otherworldly atmosphere.

How is the movie conventional vs. unconventional?: "Dune" is a film that blends conventional and unconventional elements, particularly in its storytelling and characterization. On one hand, the film follows many of the conventions of the science fiction and fantasy genres, including the use of epic battles, mystical powers, and a hero's journey narrative. On the other hand, the film subverts some of these genre conventions by featuring a complex and often inscrutable plot that can be difficult for audiences to follow. The film's characterization is also unconventional, with many of the characters lacking clear motivations or emotional depth. Overall, "Dune" is a film that tries to push the boundaries of the science fiction genre, but ultimately falls short of its ambitions.

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alittlefrenchtree · 3 years

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Helloooo! Guess who’s back? The Dune notes! yaayyyyy!

ok, chill.

SPOILERS BOOK 2 : MUAD’DIB (Chapters 1-4)

Chapter 1:

I’m still struggling to get all the politic aspects and understand who’s on which side but that’s not what I’m focusing on right now. Once I’ve read the whole thing and had the whole picture, I’ll study all the details of this part of the story.

I loved this quote:

in the French translation, and thought it was beautiful to see Arrakis through Paul’s mind and eyes only to find out that the original quote said stuff like Cheddar-colored. Damn you, American people.

Chapter 2:

Bless you, Muad’Dib, your father and Princess Irulan. Might your words be heard loud and clear on every planet of every universe.

I love, love, love this chapter. This whole conversation between Hawat and the Fremen, the world building made through it and through the Fremen is really good. I don’t think the Fremen has a name because he’s exactly what he describing of his people. He’s only one to serve the whole clan.

Many interesting stuff about the conversation and the scene.

First, I wonder if the Mentat’s abilities can work on Fremens? This part seems to say that they can’t : "But still he did not know what this Fremen wanted and this rankled. Mentat training was supposed to give a man the power to see motives." Then here again : "He said worm. He was going to say something else. What? And what does he want of us?" It’s funny to see how Hawat’s powers seem to be limited after we saw part of what Jessica and Paul were able to do.

"You must make a water decision, friend."

is my favorite quote of the chapter. The whole chapter is built to make Hawat and the reader really understand how primordial the water is. Blood doesn’t exist in the Fremen’s mouth, life is all boiled down to water. They doesn’t seem to care about the Spice either. When he’s thinking in terms of currency, it’s not about the Spice or money, it’s still about water:

"You think we have the Byzantine corruption. You don’t know us. The Harkonnen have not water enough to buy the smallest child among us."

It’s one thing I find fascinating about sci-fi/fantasy writers who are creating whole new worlds in different universes. It’s not only about thinking about crazy new technologies or super powers or anything like this. It’s when they shift the whole logic because context is different and you see it in the smallest details, in ways of speaking, in turns of phrases. It’s where you find so much richness for a fandom. And get so easily immersed in the said new universe. Every time I'll get really thirsty in the future, I'll think about this chapter. And the water decision.

I’m guessing water is one of Dune’s real plot? Every stranger coming to Arrakis comes for the Spice, thinking it’s the goldmine of the planet, the way to conquer it and truly owns it. But it’s not and the Fremen are still the one owning the desert powers because they’re the only one seeing that Arrakis needs to be ruled by water and not by the Spice? I don’t know. But that’s where my guesses are heading at the moment.

About this,

I’m really curious about how they’re going to handle on screen the deep religious roots of a large part of the story. We all know how tricky it can be. Is it going to be tone down? Are we going to see people living in the desert worship a young white male? We’ll see.

Chapter 3:

It’s cute to see how, even if Paul sees himself as a some kind of monster or as something else and undefined, he’s still sensitive to what he sees with his powers of prescience. But it's difficult to get a grip on what he is exactly, and how he feels.

Ok-- wait a minute. Last time I’ve heard about Liet, it was supposed to be a local divinity and now… Liet is Kynes. Ok. If you say so. — does it mean there going to be some kind of competition between Liet and the Muad’Dib? About who has the biggest divine aura? About who’s supposed to lead?

Anyway, what Kynes says, it goes with what I mention earlier. About how all the different people who came on Arrakis have failed to make it a Paradise because they were all focused on the Spice instead of the water.

I love how convenient Paul and Jessica are as characters to introduce the descriptions of every room they step in. You can go wild on details and just be like that’s not me, the bene gesserit/mentat/whatever Paul is things are calling for all. the. details. I should do that. Only write characters who allow me to naturally waste 7 lines of words on the pattern of a wallpaper. Frank Herbert doesn’t do that, but I definitely would.

Again, it’ll be interesting to see how Tim is going to handle the Paul and Kynes’ confrontation/conversation. We’ve seen him touch on these kind of feelings and behavior with The King but Paul seems to require a lot more of everything. So I’m impatient to see.

And I’ve already leaked the quote but let's look at it once more time. Quickest way to prove Timmy is the right cast for Paul.

"In this moment he'd give his life for Paul, she thought. How do the Atreides accomplish this thing so quickly, so easily?"

Because that’s what Timmy does, right? Makes people ready to give their life for him.

Ok about Duncan… We’re back at it, right? He’s not dead until I’ve seen the body. And I didn’t see the body so, he’s not dead. I think? Paul’s abilities don’t seem to be 100% reliable (at least not yet) so even if he believes Duncan’s dead, he might not be. I certainly hope so. My boy Jason deserves more.

I still wonder how the power of prescience is working. Are the blind spots blind because Paul is living through them at the moment and can’t have knowledge of the immediate future OR would they have been blind even if he had looked in their direction long before?

I was also wondering if Paul was going to rely too much on the new dimension of his abilities and how long it was going to take until he realized he made that mistake. It was… quick but I guess it’s Paul, so it shouldn't be surprising.

And that fear litany ❤️ I could kill to write something as iconic and powerful. I could read it every day and still got the chills each time.

Chapter 4:

The Baron is like me, he needs to see bodies to believe in death. I’m delighted to have common ground with that creepy, disgusting asshole. Delighted. To be honest, I’m not that interested with the Baron himself. So far, he’s been nothing but clichés over clichés and really not the best ones. He’s the evil character so he's all the kinds of evil. Shocker. I usually like evil characters (very often more than I love "good" ones) but not him. Really not him. I hope it'll change but I’m afraid he’s too far gone and beyond redemption.

I’m very interested by what’s Hawat is going to become though. Will he turn his allegiance to the Baron? It kind of remind me of Teal’c in Stargate SG-1, but the other way around. The Baron opposes two things : Hawat’s loyalty and his admiration towards those who calculate without emotions. Based on what we know about Mentats and how the human part carried by the human body overpower the Mentat’s education and training, I’d say loyalty should win? And the part of me who is part Mentat agrees on the loyalty so, we’re all good. But it can be an interesting storyline, so I’m waiting for it.

What’s funny about this quote

is that he could very much be talking about Paul and still be right. Or the baby sister. Or Lady Jessica. All Harkonnens are waiting.

And what’s also funny is how The Baron thinks of Feyd-Rautha. In addition of being absolutely disgusting there are some similarities between what the Baron wants for Feyd and what Paul is meant to be/already is.

I wonder if Feyd is meant to become some kind of opposite alter-ego to Paul. A better, more subtle opposant than the Baron. Could be fun.

You know what? Every time I start this kind of post, I said to myself: I'm pretty sure I haven't that many notes this time, it should be quick. And then here we are again 🤷🏻‍♀️ See you next time! 🌖💛

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