a private, selective, and preferably plot driven writing blog for 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙸 𝙺𝚈𝙽𝙴𝚂. mainly novels & headcanon based, with few movie exceptions. Written with love by Alondra [ boricua, autistic, she/they ].
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a private, selective, and preferably plot driven writing blog for 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙸 𝙺𝚈𝙽𝙴𝚂. mainly novels & headcanon based, with few movie exceptions. Written with love by Alondra [ boricua, autistic, she/they ].
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worst boy alive and the girl from his cryptic, prophetic dreams. history has seen this many times
ik it was mostly because she didn’t really believe Paul would have a chance, but her giving out jamis’ moves to him before the fight makes me laugh like ok
beneath the obscure veil of night, two bodies emerge, wavering in the haze like hallucinations. they are caught in a dance of the sands — chani’s left foot sweeps, just as paul’s right foot slides, and they meet together in quick step. he is a quick learner, chani thinks. no arrogance that taints his pale face. but he is still an outsider, used to a lushness of water she cannot begin to imagine, a forestry she cannot conjure. a quick learner, yes, and the voice of a leader — the lingering influence of his father, but chani still looks back in worry, as if the sands will claim him any moment.
when she is assured of his safety, her vision returns to the machinery before them. a hulking mass of mechanical flesh, breathing in their sacred spice. a shadow spills over her features, and she reaches downwards, a hand grazing the hilt of her crysknife.
“ Tell me, my beloved. Which side shall we strike first? ” @atreivine
I have things in my drafts I’ve just been busy …. Also been trashing white men on tiktok who shit on Chani
spice harvest raid threads … spice harvest raids
Chani finds her gaze constantly returning behind her, narrowing in exasperation at the space between their bodies. @mosvani notes this, and whispers ‘ something you want to say? ’
‘ You move too slow. ’ Chani hisses, ducking beneath the shade of rock. The sanctuary of night grows weak, surrendering to the tilt of the axis, the pull of the sun. They had only a mere hour or two now, else they’d find themselves stranded in the garish light. Victim to the infernal temperature. Already the air around them has begun to sharpen, and she can feel the heat begin to tease her exposed flesh, coiling itself around her. Chani, however, remains measured in each movement, calm as the drifting sand.
‘ Stay close. I will not drag your body with me if you fall. ’
this is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen
I want longer threads actually who can I involve in this.
‘ what are you doing in a place like this? ’ , questions @dualsuns. the yellow of his hair glimmers in the light of the dying suns. it reminds chani of grains of sand, topaz filtering through her grasp — my beautiful planet. his is reminiscent, in some aspects, but still she feels a pang in the midst of her ribcage. home calls for her.
‘ and you think yourself able to assume the places where I belong? ’ chani’s brow raises, clicking her tongue in annoyance. she finds herself constantly surprised by the attitude of non-fremen, each more presumptuous than the last, bloated by the wealth of their water.
‘ don’t concern yourself with my movements child man, lest you meet my blade. ’
stilgar: I said leave him be chani you spawn of a lizard
chani: call ME ??? spawn of lizard????
‘ will i ever see you again? ’ , questions @notintrepid.
‘ I should not think so, Ryland. The desert is no place for those not born from its sands. ’ Chani’s answer is direct, followed with a short shake of her head. Though he has proven himself sincere, intelligent — his body weighs heavily with the privilege of water. Her beloved dunes of Arrakis would provide no sanctuary, and it is not her duty to teach him their ways.
‘ You would suffer for it, and I have no desire to watch.’ For Chani is not cruel; but there is a teasing lilt that follows her words.
I love Leto ii I don’t care that’s my baby who is also a worm
chani board …
stop because chani has beautiful red hair. And it’s so funny to think of zendaya playing two roles where the chara is meant to have red hair but both times they just didn’t let her
Like this is the hair she’s meant to have
Actually I will write chani as both sayyadina and fedaykin because I can do whatever I want