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elsa. she/her. twenty-two. main blog.
𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐈𝐓𝐒 — an independent, indie portrayal of characters that live within the dune universe.
rules. muse list.
my neck is actually killing me wtf
He forced a laugh, "Your sisters are as unruly as ever. But I think they enjoy being free of the endless rituals on Kaitain." He knew how the Bene Gesserit worked. They claimed to sift out the humans but really all they wanted was more humans like cattle who could be bred and expected to be docile. That was the true point of the test they all endured wasn't it? To be sure they won't fight and could be controlled.
Mohiam has ordered you to secretly administer a contraceptive to the concubine. The Order hopes we may regain control of the Atreides bloodline, He said with his hands and the tiredness seeped into his face again.
The Order may have been optimistic about regaining control but he was not. One didn't even need to use their Bene Gesserit powers of observation to know that after watching the new Emperor and his concubine together.
A small, soft smile touched Irulan’s face when Seneca revealed that her sisters were as unruly as ever. All that they had ever known had been life at court, and as such, one duty or another had always been hanging over them, threatening to overwhelm them, to overpower them and push them into the oh so harsh ground. Now, those duties had been somewhat relieved, but still, they were not free, unbound. They were just bound by another master, because even though they had been exiled, sent forcibly to Shaddam’s homeworld, they were still at the mercy of the emperor. If they made a wrong move, no matter how seemingly small or insignificant, they could all end up paying with their lives. “They always found life at court to be suffocating. Perhaps this shall offer them a small reprieve from all of that. Not a large enough reprieve that they fall behind in their studies, though, of course.”
She was well aware of this, and yet still, she could not stand idly by and allow the imperial line to continue through the emperor’s concubine. How could she, when her bloodline was unknown, shrouded in darkness? To allow such a line to produce the heir to the Golden Lion Throne would be to dishonor all that she had worked for.
And if he suspects that the contraceptive has been administered? She has already given him a son. That son had been murdered, brutally slain in the deserts of Arrakis, but his mere existence was a testament to Lady Chani’s fertility.
The na-Baron cleans his blade like it has a story to tell. Needs new shine, new slate, to do it. The first rag slouches, floating, in a stone waterbasin more blood than water.
If Giedi Prime has grapevines, she's soaked through them like wildfire.
“A show is a show.” Feyd-Rautha's cadence abrades with a certain smoothness. He sounds like he comes more from the rock of the planet than from mothers, and what he says is like a shrug by way of digressing. “One hundred slaves. Did you know that? The undrugged Atreides was my hundredth kill.”
His stare, though, holds. Black pits like beetle husks in wait. The microfiber cloth between his fingers' press births a hiss into what holds them: scooped walls and quiet. He leaves it be. Let silence poke itself, unsettle her. But the princess stirs for nothing, and Feyd-Rautha's bowed lip curves.
“In that ring, at least. Gladiators aren't the only things I've killed — Your Highness.”
The Atreides heir – Paul – had presumably been killed, slain in the Siege of Arrakeen, but Irulan was not so certain. How could she be, when the Harkonnens, despite trying to return to business as usual, could not. Yes, they had gained back control of the galaxy’s spice hub, but their harvest had been largely unfruitful. The reasoning for this remained obscure, shrouded in darkness, but there were whispers, soft murmurs that there was a desert demon disrupting their doings. That demon had a name – Maud’Dib – a name that meant kangaroo mouse. That was curious, but when that meaning was analyzed, inspected on a deeper level, it became even more so. Because there was only one person who that name could be given to . . .
If Paul was indeed alive, then he could return, could lick his wounds and make a move to usurp the throne. This would make him wild and willful, though, and while his counterpart, Feyd-Rautha was both, he could also be controlled. Really, any man driven by his desires could be.
“A formidable feat,” Irulan breathed, finding that his voice, smooth as stone, made him seem more akin to a monolith than a man. It would fluster a lesser woman, would cause her to tremble in fright, but she did not wilt, did not waver in the slightest. Because she was a princess, a trained daughter of the Bene Gesserit. “Oh? What things have you killed outside of the ring?”
RULES.
01. I only roleplay with those who are 18+ and semi-literate to literate. Ergo, minors should not interact with this blog.
02. I am open to NSFW and darker themes, but I will not take part in roleplays with pedophilia, necrophilia, potty play, blood play, A/B/O, furry stuff, or non-con.
03. Please be respectful. We're here to roleplay and have fun. There is no need to be rude or disrespectful. If you are or display any discriminatory behavior (ex. homophobic), I will block you and move on with my day.
04. Please PLEASE do not one-line. It gives me very little to go off of, which is why I lose interest rather quickly when one-lining. There's no need to write an essay, just give me a few sentences so that the roleplay can flow smoothly.
05. No god-modding, please. I understand that some characters are stronger than others, but that doesn't excuse godmodding, auto-hitting, or anything that falls under that umbrella.
06. Activity will differ according to what's going on in my personal life. I won't always have time to respond every day, given that I am a full-time college student, but if I'm going to be inactive for more than a few days, I do my best to give a heads-up.
07. I love writing ships, but please be straight up with me if you wish for our characters to have a romantic connection. Otherwise, I'll write under the assumption that they're platonic.
08. My main muses can be found here, but I’m open to writing for ones that aren’t on the list. Don’t hesitate to ask about muses that aren’t there, but beware that I reserve the right to deny certain ones (ex. the Baron Vladimir Harkonnen).
09. I primarily write here and discord. I don’t publicly post my discord, but if you’d like to roleplay there, just dm me!
CANON MUSE LIST.
Leto Atreides.
Tertiary muse. The Red Duke. FC: Oscar Isaac.
Jessica Nerus.
Secondary muse. The Reverend Mother. FC: Rebecca Ferguson.
Paul Atreides.
Primary muse. The Lisan al Gaib. FC: Timothée Chalamet.
Alia Atreides.
Secondary muse. The Saint of the Knife. FC: Emilia Clarke.
Anirul Corrino.
Primary muse. The Empress Dowager. FC: Olivia Cooke.
Irulan Corrino.
Primary muse. The Empress. FC: Florence Pugh.
Duncan Idaho.
Tertiary muse. The Swordmaster. FC: Jason Momoa.
Tula Harkonnen.
Primary muse. The Right Hand. FCs: Emma Canning & Olivia Williams.
Sister Francesca.
Primary muse. The Loved. FCs: Charithra Chandran & Tabu.
Ynez Corrino.
Secondary muse. The Crown Princess. FC: Sarah-Sofie Boussnina.
Constantine Corrino.
Tertiary muse. The Overlooked. FC: Josh Heuston.
OC MUSE LIST.
Deara Corrino.
The Empress Who Never Was. FCs: Milly Alcock & Naomi Watts.
Calla Ginaz.
The Jewel. FC: Jodie Comer.
Solana Moritani.
The Blade. FC: Alisha Boe.
Siona Vernius.
The Just. FC: Jessie Mei Li.
Helena Fenring.
The Countess. FC: Anya Chalotra.
Nerys Nebiro.
The Wise. FC: Savannah Steyn.
Seha Mapes.
The Feydakin. FC: Amber Midthunder.
Sheets TBA. Also, I will write other muses upon request, but I will deny certain muses (ex. the Baron Vladimir Harkonnen).
Seneca looked tired, he always was these days. The Bene Gesserit were grasping at straws now that their coveted Kwizats Haderach had been born too early and to willful for their liking. It had struck him as strangely naive so much so that even Reverend Mother Mohiam seemed to him as if she had been made of glass. Had she ever truly believed she could control the One Who Could be Many Places at Once?
He bowed at the waste to his former as befitted her new position. "The title of empress suits you." He said and began moving his hands using the old Bene Gesserit hand signals. Are you being treated well? He asked. We hear rumors concerning the new Emperor's concubine. Are they true?"
A cloud of fatigue hung over Seneca, making him look old, older than Irulan had ever seen him, because for a millennium, the Bene Gesserit had been hard at work, doing everything in their power in order to carry out their carefully crafted plan. This plan had seen them moving around one individual after another, treating them as pawns in their life-sized game of chess. In the end, though, their efforts had been for naught. His efforts had been for naught, because Lady Jessica had strayed, choosing to prioritize the wants of her husband over the wants of the Sisterhood. What had Duke Leto desired? A son, which was why she had given him exactly that, bringing forth a wild, willful boy by the name of Paul Atreides.
That boy was the Kwisatz Haderach, and despite all of his training, he refused to bend, to break under the pressure that the Reverend Mother had placed upon him. Irulan had tried a gentler approach, trying to ease her way into his life as carefully as one did a piece into a puzzle. That had proven difficult thus far, though, for even though she was prepared to carry out her marital duties, he was not. How could he, when his heart belonged to one of the Arrakeen’s warrior women?
“Yes, well, it is a title that I have long been prepared to take on,” Irulan breathed, her emerald eyes falling upon his hands, curiously taking in their movements. They could not speak plainly, not even within the perceived safety of her chambers, because there were rats within the walls, listening to their every word. Thus far, has been true to his word. I have been treated well . . . or well enough, given the circumstances. Ergo, no physical harm had fallen upon her, leaving her broken, bleeding beyond repair. Indeed. He is loyal to the Lady Chani, so loyal that he refuses to warm any bed other than her own.
And why, what an issue that was.
“Do you bring any news of my family? How have they fared since we last spoke?”
ALISHA BOE AS CONCHITA CLOSSON THE BUCCANEERS SEASON ONE EPISODE ONE
Dune: Part One Prompts
Part II An assortment of prompts taken from the movie Dune: Part One (2021). Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. In case of Multimuse, don't forget to specify which one/s. Reblog, please do not repost or add.
“ Yet you risk your life to help us. ”
“ Do you know what this place is? ”
“ Would you bare witness? ”
“ You'd make a play for the throne? ”
“ You're a lost boy hiding in a hole in the ground. ”
“ I know you walk two worlds and are known by many names. ”
“ We have to go. We have no choice. ”
“ I serve only one master. ”
“ The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience. ”
“ We must move with the flow of the process. ”
“ His healing isn't complete. ”
“ Nothing survives such a storm. ”
“ They're dead. It's a certainty. ”
“ Don't be frightened. ”
“ There's much to learn. Come with me. ”
“ Follow me. Do the same moves. ”
“ I think this is the right direction. ”
“ We are not alone. ”
“ He does not speak or act like a weakling. ”
“ What wealth can you offer beyond the water in your flesh? ”
“ Conversation ran short. ”
“ Peace, woman. Peace. I judged hastily. ”
“ I would have not let you hurt my friends. ”
“ You talk like a leader. But the strongest leads. ”
“ When you take a life, you take your own. ”
“ I want you to die with honor. ”
“ May thy knife chip and shatter. ”
“ You should welcome my blade. ”
“ This world will kill you. ”
“ Do you yield? ”
“ You're one of us now. ”
“ If you'll have us, we will come. ”
“ This is only the beginning. ”
like for a starter from one of my dune muses
paul and alia atreides
Such a rich store of myths enfolds Paul Muad'dib, the Mentat Emperor, and his sister, Alia, it is difficult to see the real persons behind these veils. But there were, after all, a man born Paul Atreides and a woman born Alia. Their flesh was subject to space and time.