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Rules for what I write and requests

This blog is 18+ I will check people that interact with my blog minors and unmarked accounts will be blocked.

Over all I will wright for any fandom even if I don't know the character I will still attempt to do it, I love research. There is very little I won't write for, but if it is not addressed on the list just ask and I see what I can do. (:

will write for :

fluff: what author doesn't love fluff gimme :).

angst: It may hurt me but I shall always come back, I wont to any to over the top when it tomes to toxic relations and abuse due to my mental health and my concern for others everything will be labeled with TWs. still ask if I feel its tooo bad I will dial it down to my comfort.

AU's: I love AU's they are amazing and my life blood they give us the happy ending our babies deserve. I will wright for almost any AU once again, but if it makes me uncomfortable I will change to an appropriate level or not wright it.

NSFW: I will right smut whether its a slow burn(I have no patience so not a lot of those) to head-cannons and smut shots. and as for what kinks and stuff I will do I will make a separate list.(everything/one must be of age or 18+)

on shots: these will either be small rambles writing prompts of your requests

head-cannons: yesses I have so many for so many fandoms and character, love to wright these

gender-bends: I will wright these, but I will not change the gender of one character to make it a straight ship that's not nice:(

LGBTQ+: all are welcomed and excepted

I will not write for:

underaged: it is wrong and disgusting

abusive relationships: if it is the center point of the request I will not do it. If it is part of backstory or shown then amended or fixed I will allow it just not a lot of it or the extreme sides.

adult x minor: nope nope nope nope this is bad and ill bend yo knee caps backwards.

mpreg: I just don't participate like this and don't want to know.

body shame: I hate this and if I every see anyone doing this catch these hand bitch.

shit/piss: nope just wont its gross to me.

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Dark Paul Atreides x Reader Pt. 3

I had a silly thought. What if the reader fell in to the world of dune, with a yandere Paul and there are prophecies of there arrival on Arrakis, so here are my crazy thoughts on that. Chani is still around but no longer a love interest. Please keep in mind that as I write this cannon is a suggestion. I have read the main books but I plan to base this off of the movies that recently came out. If you have any ideas that you would think would be neat please share them I would love to hear. This is my first time writing in a long couple of years, I hope its like riding a bike. I have no editor either so fuck it, no beta we die like Duke Leto.

Blue font is Chakobsa, Red is Sardaukar, and Orange is Harkonnen to identify what language is being spoken and for when I am to lazy to translate full sentences, but I will provide some translations for word and small phrases when I am able. Also as a small note for the sake of the fan-fiction when the movie is mention in the fic all the actor look different so the reader can meet all the characters and not realize its them for a minute. And to clarify when you show up is after Paul drinks the water of life but before the war and with the idea that the war took some time to prepare. So there is about a year between the water of life ritual and the challenging of the emperor.

Apologies for the delay on this chapter and its shorter length, but real life stuff has been hard and trying to find time to type while fighting for human rights is a tad difficult. But the fic must go on. "We buried our friend in the morning, protested in the afternoon, and we danced all night." (<- not mine- ) and I have two left feet so here is how I dance. Please enjoy and remember. Let the good times fuel the good fight for all, my friends. I will try to have more soon but given the state of thing a set schedule may not be achieved so my apologies. Again please enjoy. : )

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“Now with you by my side, everything will fall into place as it should.”

The smoldering sun of Arrakis was perched high in sky its oppressive heat beating down on the endless fields of dunes, but your body feels as if ice shard were trailing their way through your veins as the wild wind rushes past your face. A deafening wave of sound rushing past your ears as the wind desperately tries to relays a message you can not yet understand. Your bare toes dig into the sand with each step you take, mindlessly dragging your whole body forward. You stand softly marching forward at the top of a high and long dune. Its narrow peak cutting the vast spice tainted desert consuming your field of vision in half. The vast winding and ever changing dunes of Arrakis stretching out in front of you appearing almost as if it was divided in two. Looking further up from the dune at your feet, looking to your left, shock and horror fills your being as a graveyard of war torn corpses and ships litter the once serene and undisturbed dunes. Not given any time to process the horrific scene laid out before you a loud ominous and all consuming deep guttural sound from you right demand your full attention. On your right side peaking through the sand like breaching whales, is serval Sandworms looking almost as if they are feeling something. Moving toward you and seemingly running away from the direction your feet appear to be mindlessly bringing you in.

The sand below your feet vibrates with a genital intensity forming lines and intricate patters that disappear just as fast as they appear. The sand almost looks as if it dances with the disturbances bringing a gentle smile to your face as you forget all around you for just a moment. A violent and sudden whip of wind drags your attention upward. Raging far in front of you way in the distance is a giant sand storm, pushing volant winds forward wrapping around your head raising your attention forward . Racing racing across the sand like a massive wave, consuming the rolling dune laid out before it. Covering the whole of the horizon that you can see. Something in the far reaches of your mind tells you that deep in the cloud of dust and spice there is something far worse inside of it, concealed by the wind wiped sand. Your attention is ripped away from the brewing catastrophe that steadily creeps closer. Suddenly the sound of the wind and sand rushing past your ears falls silent in an instant.

Everything around you shifts, blurring together and suddenly you are standing in a endless black void, faint whispers wrap around the edge of your consciousness. Your whole body feels stiff and you want to look around but your limbs refuse the commands you give them. The air around you flips in a flash of bright light and a harsh pull as if you were being jerked somewhere by some unseen force. Coming to an abrupt stop but you body barely moved your standing onto of the palace of Arrakeen a war ragging on draped across the city. further out in the open desert in front of the palace stood the emperors ship and his whole army laid out upon the sand the battle rages on. loud explosions ring out and screams bleed into the air. The choking sour smell of mixed smokes blocks out the fragrant smell of spice from the prepossessing plant that is now now up in flames. Smaller air crafts crashing into the ground indiscriminately onto the troops fighting below, as small unguided missiles rip through the air and do the same. All at once the sounds of war halt to a stop, raging whispers fill the air rising into a deafening cacophony before a calm and soft voice separates itself from the mess and breaks the siege of voices.

“ Please my peace you must find me. Find the boy who had hope for peace. He is not dead, Paul Atreides did not die, he is lost lost in the sands. Find me before its to late my peace of mind, remind me of my own voice, my own choice. My own voice.”

The sun beats down on the all consuming open desert, something that I once found harsh but now appreciate the beauty behind. We've been going to sietch after sietch across the North headed to the South gathering men and supply for the cause. I have seen the path ahead it will be long and hash but well worth the blood and sweat spent. lives well spent. We are clear of worm territory at the moment so we are moving towards the sietch at a stable pace now. My men have final informed me of a moment I have been craving for since before the dreams of Arrakis began to fully take root in my mind, and that hunger has only grown since consuming the water of life. The woman whom the desert has gifted me had finally shown her face. All the cards are in my hand and the final pieces are falling into place now, with you by my side we will win this war. A small smile creeps its way onto my face I have been eagerly awaiting this very moment since the water of life opened my eyes. One of my men drag me from my spice tinted thoughts as we make our final approach to Sietch Bahada. On his back he carries a com-link that crackles with life, his hand pressed to the side of his head allowing him to here the message better.

“Muad'dib a report from Sietch Bahada she has awoken from a vision and and appears to be frightened. The Sayyadina say she is panicked and is still in the late effects of the suns haze but shows signs of recovery.” The smile on my face grows a little more as I stare out into the vast ocean that was, the visions where right, she sees as I do. My peace of mind will understand everything better than any one else, but for her to understand I must help her. She will be sensitive like I was, weak at fist like a baby bird yet to use it wings, but I will show you how to sore. I can’t wait to show you my world my love, and now your world now. Your finally apart of my world and I won’t let you go. A small voice in the back of my head reminds me of the people around me, leading me from my deep thoughts once again.

“Tell the Sayyadina to allow her to rest. She has been through much to make her way to us, and have them bring her food, light on spice, for she will be sensitive still. Tell Naib Farah we will reach the sietch before the sun falls behind the dunes.” My voice firm and commanding, with my eyes now open thanks to the water of life I can see that I am meant to lead these people to freedom and you are the key to my success. my peace. I have dreamed of you since I was a boy on Caladan and now its more crystal clear than ever, you are my path, my future. Our future. You will help me lead the universe into its destined future. but fist I must teach you to see as I have you will be confused at first but just as you are meant to guided me I will be your guiding light. Soon I'll have you right by my side right where you where always meant to to be. and I won’t let any one take you from me, and they will try but I won’t let them.

A warm spice dipped breeze rolls over the hills of Arrakis filling my senses ever since consuming the water of life the air has felt more alive almost as if the desert itself has woken up. I let the spice filled haze guide my steps leading me across the dunes to the sietch where my peace now resides resting. Lost in the spice my feet pull me across the desert at record speed my Fedaykin following with fierce loyalty, eager to meet there destined queen as well. Steadfast and filled with trepidation after losing track of time I finally crest over the ridges of sand that obscure the sietch. The sight that greets me fills my head and chest with ecstasy blocking out all exhaustion from my long and strenuous trek across the desert. The pains of battle fade away as I ascend the final dune and I am met face to face with someone who not weeks ago I thought was just a figure in my dreams, a mere fragment of my imagination.

“You are here Fadla-Wa Nar Ruzam,” My voice barely above a whisper, a small part of my being still believing you to be that figment of imagination, teasing the edges of my contentiousness in fleeting dreams. Your face just as picturesque and perfect as in my visions, as if you where that of a deity drifting with the sands of the dunes. “I have waited and the fates have finally brought you home... Here by my side where you were always meant to be.” The roaring whirlwind of voices and thoughts all falls still and silent as only you fill my head like a new drug. The ever present ache in my temple since arriving on Arrakis gone for the first time now that I am at your feet.

Slowly I reach out scared you might be just another spice tinted light beam, tricking my mind into a moments serenity. The ecstasy blooming in my chest spreads throughout the whole of my body as my fingertips meets graze your hand before tangling together like embracing vines. A firm rooted hold. The mark of Shia Hulud wrapped around your arm a physical mark of your tie to this world, a tie to me. Gently I pull your hand down and away from your face allowing me to see your beauty in whole. Our eyes meet and for the first time and all the desert seem to stand still. Your eyes held the same far away but ever present look that I myself often got upon my first tastes of the spice tainted visions. I see your sight has brought you to me. A gentle smirk fills my face as you come back to the present for a moment and meet my gaze. You are absolutely perfect. I just need to show you the way as I have found it, show you how to navigate and survive this dangerous path laid out before you and me. We will guide this universe to a beautiful paradise.

Your spice dulled mind allowing me to effortlessly pulling you into an embrace, no longer able to hold myself back I burry my face into the top of your head breathing in your sent. The intoxicating smell of you blinding my sense like fresh spice, your presence a new found high I wish to never come down from. All of the dunes slip away the gathering crowd of fremen, the Sayyadina from the sietch behind you, and my Fedaykin now non existent to me. You are mine now, I have you and I will never never let you go. This universe has taken and taken and taken from me. You are my one selfish want and desire. Mine. Mine. Mine. And I wont let anyone take you from me ever.

“Now with you by my side, everything will fall into place as it should.”

As I finish saying this your spice blown eyes roll back and drift shut, before your full weight is dropped into my waiting arms as your body slumps forward. Shifting your weight as you lean I slip an arm under your arms and under your knees, catching you in my arms as if you where a newlywed bride and I rest your weary head against my shoulder. I know the strain visions can be on ones body if not accustomed and prepared. I must let you rest and even then I know your journey has only just begun. The universe has brought you to us, to your new home. This will be a change for you and you must adapt, But your are made for this world you just don’t know it yet. And I will help you see, learn the was of this world and how to survive in a mess of death and spice. My world of death and spice that I now shares with a beacon of light, that I won’t allow anyone to snuff out. Cradling your unconscious form against mine, I now look down the dune at the group of fremen who have gathered to watch the foretold events of there messiahs coming to be. Many dropping to there knees singing old fremen prayers of blessings and praise. With caution and precession in each step I make my way down the dune. Careful to not disturb you as I trace the very steps you left in the wake of your spice trip. the sea of people parting as I approach whispers of Al-Fadla Ru Lisan al-Gaib and chants of Muad'dib and Lisan al-Gaib permeate the air saturating it with and intense energy only feeding my emotions as the swirl in my head.

I follow the trail you left me in the sand back to the sietches familiar walls. Guided by the flow of the tunnels as I make my way back to the holy chamber at the very back of the sietch. The Sayyadina follow like shadows behind me as I approach the chamber. Rushing around us as we enter, swiftly moving some dished off of the left side of the slab as I approach. Readjust the old slightly worn cloths adorning the alter as I carry you through the room. I look to my left and hanging on the wall closest to the alter and furthest from the door was an old worn tapestry containing an image from an old fremen prophecy. the Lisan al-Gaib and Al-Fadla Ru Lisan al-Gaib stand atop a mountain with a raging battle in front of them. A grim reminder for Paul of the future to come, and what he must prepare you for. Crouching to take a knee I gently lay you out upon the stone slab before straightening up stepping back a little, hands resting on the edge of the alter and looking at you in whole. You look like an offering for the divine, an offering just for me.

“Leave us.” The voice that crawls its ways past my lips is not mine, but warped and jagged. Draped in layers of something ancient, something dark. Without a word all the Sayyadina simultaneously cease all movement and slowly stand in sync before orderly making there way out through the intricately carved entryway. Gently I trace my finger across your jaw, Farah had told his men that her hunting party had found you in Kadem clicks away from any sort of fremen stronghold or ship and your body devoid of any stillgear. With no damage from the harsh desert it was almost as if the sun had chosen to spare you from its damming fate. They found you in what appeared to be imperium styled work gear, like that of an engineers, covered in mechanical grime and oil well worn from use. On it where patches containing dialect none of the fremen had been able to read. Paul had asked the Naib to have the Sayyadina change you into something fit for recovery. Even draped across this alter in simple and plain cloth, devoid of gems, silk and gold, you rival any art piece or princess of the imperium.

My hand drifts from your jaw tracing the Column of your throat down to your shoulder, the wide long sleeves on the shirt donning your form had rolled up slightly. Exposing the Sandworm coiled around your arm the mark, several shades darker than your natural skin but blending in as a part of you, resembling an intricate birthmark, a physical marking of our bond. A fond smile grows on my face you are finally here, with me, we may finally move forwards and find the promised paradise. My smile twitches downward and my eyes hared in an instant as I remind myself of the treacherous path ahead. there are those who wish to see me fail and the fremen fall. They will try to use you, hurt you to hurt me, but I wont let them. I will kill whoever tries to use you against me, I will kill anyone who touches you. You are my peace, my guiding light, you are to be the final key to achieve paradise and I won’t let anyone touch a hair on your head now that I have you.

Slowly I sink to the floor, like a man kneeling for prayer, my knees meeting the hard sandstone. My hand drifting down your arm, fingertips tracing your beautiful mark, afraid that if I remove myself from you you will disappear like sand in the wind. Pressing my body against the side of the alter I rest my head on the edge of the stone. Positioning myself so that I can still gaze upon your angelic like features as I rest,my hand grasping yours once again holding on tightly to your hand. The exhaustion and aches from the journey and fight with the Harkonnens settlings into my bones as the euphoric state slips way and the desperate need for rest take its place.

“Now it is time for the both of us to rest. Gather your strength Fadla-Wa, I have so much to share with you to teach you and show you when we awaken. Finally together at last.” And with that, as much as I want to continues to watch over you, the fear you will fade away into hints of spice as I awaken from this sweet dream ever present. Though it seems sleep has other plans for me and forces me into its all encompassing wake, but I will be here when you wake, I refuse to let you go now that I finally have you here with me. Now and always, I wont let anyone else be taken from me ever again.

-translations-

Sietch - A vast systems of cavers inhabited by the fremen.

Bahada - A deep crack of fissure.

Muad'dib - One who points the way or small kangaroo mouse.

Sayyadina - A fremen priestess.

Naib - A leader of the people of a sietch.

Fedaykin - A fremen warrior dedicated to the fight a protector of the fremen.

Fadla-Wa Nar Ruzam - My peace of mind.

Shia Hulud - The maker or Sandworm.

Al-Fadla Ru Lisan al-Gaib - The peace of the voice of the outerworld.

Lisan al-Gaib - Voice from the outerworld.

Kadem - The inner desert of Arrakis.

Fadla-Wa - My peace.

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Stilgar x Reader Ha dim resham

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This is my fist attempt a hurt/comfort so no idea if I got if right or not. Please enjoy my probably failed attempt at fluff with my favorite desert man. For some clarification reader is Duncan sibling and believes themselves to be the last member of the Atreides guard, this take place about two months after the battle of Arrakeen and the reader is still hurting and Stilgar make sure reader doesn't go thru it alone while Paul and Jessica are off doing movie plot. Trigger warnings there just incase.

trigger warnings :suicidal thoughts, depression, minor PTSD

-Translations-

Sietch - A cavern city where the fremen live.

Bourka - A insulated mantle worn in the open desert by fremen.

Naib - A leader of a fremen tribe.

Chakobsa - The language of the fremen.

Sayyadina - A lower level fremen priestess who has not drank the water of life.

Dim resham - desert blade.

Fedaykin - A fremen warrior or group of fremen warriors.

Ha dim resham - My desert blade.

You stare out into the vast expanse of desert perched atop a rock back leaned against another. Your body hidden gingerly among the rocks, almost as if it was a small throne tucked away hidden atop the sietch. You had found this place in the first week you had been in Sietch Tabar, slipping away from the crowds of people and expecting eye, hoping to catch a moments peace resting atop the high peaks of the sietchs walls. So high above the dunes below almost as if you could hide from your own problems if even just for a moment.

The scorching heat of the setting sun was tolerable for the moment using a old bourka. Chani had given it to you when you had arrived at the sietch with Lady Jessica and Paul. You’re grateful for the girl, she was one of the few left in the sietch who still treats you the same as your first visit. You stare out into the open sands, your brows creased in frustration, a mixture of emotions fly around in a mad sandstorm in your brain. Thoughts racing over every event from the last several weeks. Its amazing how quickly things can change. Just a little over two months ago you left this very sietch with your brother Duncan, laughed along with gurney and your fellow solders about how you lost your sand compactor your first week with the fremen and got stuck inside your stilltent. Stilgar had been the one to come to your rescue, while Duncan had just sat back and laughed with the fremen you had thought had come to consider you a friend as you had them. Unfortunately given the situation you can’t blame them and there newfound mistrust for you. You and your brother came and promised these people they would never have to feel the pain of the Harkonnens again and now here you sat defeated, tail between your leg, hiding behind the vary people you had promised to help save. And the one person who was always on your side was taken from you.

You try to force better thoughts to the front of your mind. You attempt to think of Stilgar’s gentle voice as he teaches you of the desert and it's ways. How the wind traps work and how to use a paracompass to guide your way through the soft dunes. His hand as they make their small motions, bringing life to his stories as he teaches you Chakobsa. But with every happy thought you drag to the for front of your mind to detract yourself with. There sitting right next to you is the reason for you pain and sorrow. It should have been you, you think. He was the better fighter, the better mentor for Paul, the one who could lead. You should have noticed him in that hall, staring at the door with caution. You should have left your spot behind Jessica faster and fought with him. Now here you remain. The final member of the guards of house Atreides. Believing your lady to be safe in the walls of the sietch, you slip away seeking solitude. Even with the animosity some of the felt towards them you knew the tribe would never disrespect their Naib’s decision. So you took a rare moment for yourself. You wanted to be away from the stares filled with either hated, distrust, or just pity. You often find yourself retreating to the top of the sietch to watch the final rays of light dance over the horizon hoping to find some peace.

Everyone you had cared for was gone. Your duke was gone, Your best friend gurney, the man who you had fought side by side with for years was lost in the battle. And Duncan, your brother the one who had been there for it all. You should have followed him down that hall, maybe it would have ended differently. You wanted to stay close to your lady and her son in case of any danger, something that had been programed into you. You had always followed protocol closer than your brother, now you regret it more than ever. The warriors that you had lived beside for weeks now give you looks of mistrust and some even disgust. You have heard some of their whisperers. The Chakobsa Stilgar taught you had stuck with you, though in this moment you wished it hadn't. You try not to let them get you but you always thought your brother had the thicker skin of the two of you. They call you weak and a cowered, some say that you should have stayed and fought and died a warriors death like a real fighter. But you were lady Jessica’s guard and under the protection of the Bene Gesserit as a result, and in the desert you got dumped, you didn't get a chance to even try and defend your home.

Never before have you wanted to cry so badly In your life, to scream at the top of your lungs, kick and punch at nothing around you. But you are just so tired, and that would waste so much precious water, not that you didn't already feel like a massive one. A few of the fremen who whisper as you pass agree with your sentiment, only cement the thought further in your mind. Your eyes stung from the tears that you are fighting so hard to contain, but Stilgar's words ring clear in your mind.

‘Never waste your water, never, for it is precious.’

You want to believe his words but you just feel like a waste of water. Since the ornithopter crash left you with a broken arm you haven’t been able to use your right arm properly, leaving you unable to fight. You have been unsuccessful at helping at more the homely tasks, feeling more like a block than any actual help to the Sayyadina, who treat you with so much kindness you feel undeserving of. It was just a broken arm but for you, the bandages immobilizing it felt akin to a death sentence, a giant red label of useless stamped on your forehead. Still deep in your thoughts, lost in their all consuming grasp, you fail to notice a familiar set of footfall over the rocks, approaching you from behind. Ever since you had taken up an indefinite stay at Sietch Tabar, Stilgar had mad a habit of checking on you when he returned from defending the spice fields from the Harkonnens. Sometime he even comes to you before he finds time for himself, you feel happy when you see him but only a few moments. As he recalls his tales of victory and asks how you have been settling into the sietch, you feel like a waste of his time, shouldn't he be doing something more important. He is the Naib of this sietch, there has to be something more important or demanding of his time than a broken soldier with no home to fight for.

Stilgar pauses his soft approach as he spots you perched on a rock high atop the sietch watching the sands of the Arrakis desert. Unaware of the turmoil in your head he takes this moment to admire you, the way the setting sun seems to highlight all of you, the curve of your nose, your gentle silhouette, the way you hair frames your face. And your eyes oh, your eyes, they weren't the spice stained blue of his people but something unique to just you. A mixture of shades he would get lost in if you would allow him the time and pleasure. You had captured his attention long ago when you had first came to the sietch with Duncan. He watched as you tackled one of his men that had pinned your brother. Throwing your own well being out the widow for that of your brothers, he found it very honorable and something had stuck that day. Your presence unable to leave his mind as he completed his tasks as Naib and as he is out in the dunes. Given the recent events he knew you would be struggling with everything. He had heard from some of the Sayyadina that you had begun isolating yourself and that a group of fremen had been verbally abusing you. He has spoken to those people and shut it down harshly. You where one of the few outsiders ready to lay down your life for his people and he would not tolerate petty insolence.

“Dim resham, this is where you have run off to. huh. Making an old man climb a mountain just to find some good company.” His laughter deep in his chest as he crossed the last few steps to perch on a rock just next to you. Startled by his sudden appearance you jump slightly, his voice bringing you from the depths of your mind. Turning to face him as he approaches, he gives an exaggerated sigh as he squats on a rock just next to your perch. His own bourka blowing lightly in the evening breeze his hood pulled back. His normal head covering lay around his neck and shoulders, revealing his messy short locks of dark brown hair exposing it to the setting sun. You attempt to feign a smile not wanting to burden the man you have come to care deeply for with your trivial problems. Quickly you ask him about his time out in the dunes in hopes of distracting him from asking about how you have been settling and attempting to keep your voice void of the emotions rattling around inside your skull.

“ahhhhh” He makes one of his exasperated sighs as he pats his knee. “You should have seen it dim resham, many victories for our fedaykin, they all fought with great sprit. Especially that boy of yours Paul, he seems to be finding his place here I think. Seem to be getting along well with my niece.” He chuckles looking out into the desert the look on his face one of proud father. “She will be a good friend to the boy, help him learn the ways of the dunes and the fremen.” He continues on recalling more moments from his journey among the sand. “Your boy says he owes his skill to that of you, your brother and an old master. He is grateful for you, says once you heal he may actually have a chance at besting you now.” Stilgar burst into his deep rolling laughter again as he believes you would still best the boy in any condition. His laugher dies out and cheeky smile slips as he sees your face when he turns to see yours. A deep frown to match the one you wish you could force yourself to show covers his gentle smile. “What is this face, I know yours and this is not it. What is wrong ha dim resham? Please let me aid you in what saddens you.”

“I’m fine Stilgar just had a long day trying to help lady Jessica, wore me out I guess.” A crack begins to form in the shield you have been keeping up, his words slowly chipping away at you defenses. But you refuse to to let your walls fall, and attempt to brush off his concerns. Still believing yourself to be a bother, you come up with a half baked excuse to deter him. What you didn't expect was him to call you out on you lie point blank. He cuts you off calling your real name, grabbing your attention instantly. He rarely ever use your name, only ever using is in serious matters, your head whips up eyes locking with his just for a moment. The pain in his eyes catches you off guard. This only made you feel more confused, why was he so upset? You just wanted to not be a bother, why was he so hurt by you trying to keep your personal problems to yourself? Unable to keep his gaze, you shy away head turning to the side hoping this would help hid the emotions forcing their way onto your features. Staring down at the sand that has gathered atop the rock beneath your feet you attempt to count the grains thinking this would distract your mind from all the pain your feel.

“Don't lie to me.” The pain that shows in his voice hurts you more than any ache you have felt from your arm recently. “The boys mother says you only linger, like a shadow of what was, I worry for you ha dim resham please don't do this. The Sayyadina have told me you don't come out of your quarters, you eat very little and refuse water when it is offer at times. Please share your pain ha fadla, you don’t have to hurt alone.” Your lower lip begins to tremble slightly. You catch it between your teeth biting it, the sting in your lip providing a distraction from the gathering tears in your waterline. No, you can’t cry, not now, especially not in front of him of all people. You won’t prove everything your head is screaming right and waste water right in front of Stilgar. He watches you fight a battle behind your eyes, gently climbing off the rock he was sat on and moving to squat in front of your form tucked into the rocks. As he move to fill you field of vision, his warm hands reach out and cup your face keeping your eyes locked with his as if he wouldn’t let you isolate yourself from him. You have no control as the words begin to spill out.

“I’m so, so tired Stilgar, I have lost every thing dear to me. My Duke is gone, my best friend lost in a battle for my home I couldn't even fight in. I didn’t even get a chance to try and protect my family, my home. All because of a connection to an order I have no personal affiliation with, I was dumped in the desert. And even then I failed to protect my own blood, my own brother. I'm a failure of a fighter, a disgrace to the Atreides house. And now I'm a waste of your peoples water, you should just let them give me to the well.” All the thoughts you had been keeping in your head come tumbling out. Your mind screaming to stop talking with every word shared, but the relief your body felt emptying what had been locked inside drown out the screams. The gasp that left Stilgar’s lips was as if you had ripped the crysknife from its sheath on the back of his hip and stabbed him in the chest with his own blade.

“No!” The anger and pain in his voice raw for all to to hear all of the emotions in his tone. “No, no, no! Never say such things, never! You're are not a waste. You are precious, precious water, never a waste.” You stare at him eyes wide as all the voices desperately tell you he is wrong and lying to you, that he could never care for you. He continues refusing to let the pain you feel consume you.“Pain is to be felt and shared, not bottled and left to fester. I know you have been hurt, in a grievous way that no one can fix. That leaves pain. So please don't bottle it. Share it with me, I will always be here for you. As long as i breath i won’t allow you to be alone ha dim resham.” His words are the final crack in the dam and you can’t help the tear that slip down your cheek, only making you feel worse. You expect him to scold you tell you to stop wasting water still but his action stop the storm whirling behind your brows. He leans forward, still holding onto your face with a steady grasp, and softly kisses the tear away and pulling back slightly to gaze deep into your eyes. His thumbs gently tracing the line of your jaw as he begins to speak again. “Even the best warrior needs rest after a long day out of battle, and you haven't allowed yourself the dignity of healing from a fight for you life. The fight you fought wasn’t fair, the world wasn't fair to you so, allow yourself the kindness and be fair to yourself. Rest my heart, please. It pains me to see you cause yourself this pain.”

Stilgar moves his hands from the sides of your face to your shoulders squeezing them in a comforting hold before gently pulling you from the rock and pulling your whole form onto his lap almost as if he was holding a child. He was extremely cautious of your right arm as he positioned you in his lap, careful to not cause you further discomfort. He gently presses a kiss into the side of your head as he holds you close. “ha dim resham you said you have lost all you care for. Deep in your shadows you can not see how your boy Paul still looks to you for guidance even from under my wing. My fedaykin eagerly await your full recovery to see you in the field once again. There is no replacement for what you have lost but what I can do is show you who is still here that cares for you, to show you you are not alone. You did not fail to fight a fight that was never yours. Your brother had faith in you and so does your boy, yes it hurts but now you must live to show your brother you are just as strong as he knows you are.”. His words make you look up at him you desperately want to believe him but there in the back of your head is a little voice calling Stilgar a lair.

Stilgar looks down at you gaze holding a gentle affection, seeing the battle between your eyes continue, he speaks again. “I know it will be hard, healing takes time and energy. It is not a simple or easy process. But we won’t let you go through this alone. I won’t let you do this alone.” Another tear falls and he kisses this one away too. “Do not cry, you need your water my love. I know it is hard but I am here.” After two continuous months of holding yourself together his words gently take you apart. The trepidation slowly leaving your body as Stilgar’s body heat melts it away. Months of tension slipping of their hold on your nerves. A deep ache settles into your bones, but it wasn't a painful ache it was like when you lay under your covers after hard days work. Stilgar still watching attentively notices and brings your head to his chest once more tucking it under his chin gently, humming an old fremen tune, almost as if he where lulling a child to sleep. Gently and careful to to not hurt or drop you he stand and begins to head back inside the sietch as the moon begins to peak over the dunes.

“Rest ha dim resham I will be here when you wake, and when you are well rested we will fight your shadows. Together.”

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[zinaanqar16]

During live TV coverage, Nasser Medical Complex was bombed and more than 15 people were killed, including 4 journalists.

"Mohamed Salama Al Jazeera cameraman, Reem Abu Daqqa, Hossam Al-Masry Palestine Channel photographer, Moaz Abu Taha"

[ramblesofajester]

Dark Paul Atreides x reader Pt. 2

I had a silly thought. What if the reader fell in to the world of dune, with a yandere Paul and there are prophecies of there arrival on Arrakis, so here are my crazy thoughts on that. Chani is still around but no longer a love interest. Please keep in mind that as I write this cannon is a suggestion. I have read the main books but I plan to base this off of the movies that recently came out. If you have any ideas that you would think would be neat please share them I would love to hear. This is my first time writing in a long couple of years, I hope its like riding a bike. I have no editor either so fuck it, no beta we die like Duke Leto.

Blue font is Chakobsa, Red is Sardaukar, and Orange is Harkonnen to identify what language is being spoken and for when I am to lazy to translate full sentences, but I will provide some translations for word and small phrases when I am able. Also as a small note for the sake of the fan-fiction when the movie is mention in the fic all the actor look different so the reader can meet all the characters and not realize its them for a minute. And to clarify when you show up is after Paul drinks the water of life but before the war and with the idea that the war took some time to prepare. So there is about a year between the water of life ritual and the challenging of the emperor.

If you have made it to pt. 2 welcome fellow nerd have too much time on my hands and here is the results :)

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"Peace... oh peace of mine. It is time to wake up, you're so close to me now, so close I can see you. Now you're mine."

You can see that man again, this time is different though, he isn't standing a few feet away anymore. Now it's almost as if you are laying with your head rested on his lap. A comforting warmth and the smell of spice and sandalwood envelope you as his hand gently brushes the side of your face. He whispers more sweet words you can't quite make out, the vision fading out into the sound of sand blowing over the rocks.

Your eyes fly open once more, you clutch at your chest as the memory of everything that had happened flood your brain as you wake. Slowly you sit up looking around yourself hoping to find something that might let you know what the hell is going on. Laying your palms flat on what appears to be a wide sand stone bed carved directly out of the wall. The stone is draped in beautifully patterned cloth that was soft to the touch from age. You also notice that your dirty coveralls have been replaced, that didn't sit well with you. A loose set of brown woven pants and a soft white long sleeve shirt had taken its place. The bed is pressed up against the far back wall of a long rectangular room. The wall behind you is covered from the top of the stone bed to the high ceiling. Completely covering the wall was a carving of a hooded figure. Their arms outstretched and uncovered by the cloak obscuring the figures face, but one thing stands out in the carving. The figures arm is adorned in the same twisting mark that now resides on your right arm as well. Even though the persons face is obscured, you feel an undeniable connection to this mural. you wonder who that person is? You feel like you know them in some way. Now sitting up on the stone bed. You somehow manage to pull your attention away from the grand work of art covering the back wall, and turn to face the rest of the room.

The room was no longer than a city bus but had high ceilings with several thin support pillars reaching down to the floor of the cavern. Now facing the center of the room you are greeted not only with the sight of this strange chamber, but you notice the group of about 12 women sitting in the center of the floor about two meters from you. They all sat perched on the floor, in what appeared to be a prayer circle. Draped in loose fabrics covering most of their forms. Many having only their face or eyes exposed, and a few with completely concealed faces. They seemed to be deep in prayer based on the small whispers and mumbling you could make out. Some even rocking back and forth to keep the pace of there prayer. None of the women had seemed to notice your awakening yet, this could be an advantage. The only door out of the room is on the far end from where you are about two more meters behind them. The sidewalls of the chamber have no windows and are made of solid stone that connects seamlessly the floor and ceiling of this cavern. Tapestries showing stories of the desert drape the walls and a few woven baskets lie scattered around. If you can creep along the wall behind the few support pillars there just might be a possible way to sneak out of here.

In your attempt to plan an escape route you fail to notice the prayers of the woman had ceased. The room now eerily quiet. The silence reaches your ears, stopping all thoughts in their tracks. Slowly turning your attention back to the women, you now see all of them starting at you as well. The faces and eyes you can see have expression of joy, which confuses you even more, are they happy to see you? Now having all the attention centered on you the feeling of being a cornered animal slowly starts to sink in again. Now with everyone aware of everyone the air in the room feels thick. You never liked being the center of attention. You would do just about anything to break the tension and learn about what the hell is going on here. Without a moments thought you can't stop the words before they tumble out. your voice, meant to be confident, wavers and cracks at points. It echoes through the cavern, the fear unwillingly bleeding into your voice.

"Where am I? What is going on? Who are you people?"

The group of women cautiously spread out from their small pray circle that they had formed in the middle of the room. Moving to sit at the base of the stone bed you rest upon. A few women reach out and attempt to give a comforting hold to calm your apparent fear, but this only makes you flinch back. An older women whose face is not concealed, places herself right in front of you. Her face is warm, like that of a sweet mothers. About a half a meter away now, from her perch on the floor, she cautiously reaches out both hands placing them palm down on the fabric covering the stone slab.

"Calm, calm, little one. We see your fear and don't wish for more. You are in Sietch Bahada in Kadem, not too far of from where our Fedaykin found you.

You must rest Ha Fadla, you lost much of your water when you when out in the desert. Let us call the Naib and bring you some food and water so that your body may replenish what its lost."

Her words were soft, but brought little comfort, although having names for place made your mind feel more stable in some small way. The mention of food did not help either. Your stomach, which has been empty for an unknown amount of time, growled at the mention of possible sustenance. Another women from beside her speaks as one from the back of the group quickly but silently sprints from the room. Probably to go get the Naib they mentioned.

"We are the Sayyadina of this sietch, My lady. We are here to make sure you recover well. When you are ready... We are to prepare you for Lisan al-Gaib, we have all been waiting for you!"

Her words are expressed with quiet and barely contained joy, but they ring out like the final nail sealing a coffin. This was either an elaborate prank, a dream, or some form of hallucination. These people where acting like real fremen and scariest part is nothing looks or feels fake. There eyes ere the piercing spice stained blue you had read and dreamed about as a kid. No mater how you looked it couldn't be contact lenses. You have never been in a cave before in you life, but you sure as fuck were sitting in a cave right now. Something deep in your soul stirs. You're not sure what but it made you chest feel tight and your head light. This place, wherever it was, made you body feel like never before. Like you had entered a new atmosphere. Somewhere small in the back of your mind was inclining you to agree with the women. You where on the planet Arrakis, a long, long way from home, and you have no idea how the hell you got here. You stare at the woman like she just grew a second head. All this information and the impossibility of it all making your head hurt again, but you aren't left much more time to you thoughts.

A tall woman with long black hair tied in a braid that wraps around the crown of her skull. She has beautiful light umber skin kissed by the dessert sun. Her eyes sharp and hardened, stained blue with spice as well. Her body is cover in a what look like stillsuit, but it looks different than in the film, less tubes, more armor like padding on the outside. It looks well worn. She also wears a light brown almost shear sleeveless robe over top. She held a determined but soft look. The Sayyadina make a small path for her as she approaches. She take a knee on the ground between them. Bowing to you out of what you would assume is respect, but you don't know why.

"My lady we have waited, Shia Hulud has told of your coming. we have sent word to Muad'dib. Him and his Fedaykin will be here shortly, before nightfall."

You want to ask her if she is joking and where the cameras are but a part of you is afraid of how that would go, not wanting to sound crazy. So all you can mutter, filled with uncertainty is a small but choked reply.

"Okay?"

As you give your weak reply, you think you might be going into shock. The woman who left before appeared from the hall carrying a tray into the room. She moves around the the group of Sayyadina with grace. Placing the tray down on your right side at the end of stone bed, before joining the women on the floor again. On the tray rest a small stone bowl half filled with a light red brown paste, it looks similar to lightly mashed beans. Some small flat circles of what look like pita bread rest on a plate of stone. A small metal bottle sits in the corner with a thin straw at the top, probably water. Even with how famished you feel, you hesitate to reach out for the food. Almost as if sensing your unease the woman in the stillsuit clears her throat before quietly speaking again.

"I think Ha Fadla would like some time to be at rest, so let us allow her to rest. She has had a long and strenuous journey to reach us. Come now, come now, your reverend mother requests you. Many are praying and are headed to the Main Hall you must go now join them now."

She gazes fondly at the women as they happily scramble out of the tall chamber. Giggling among themselves in hushed whispers of excitement. The woman in the stillsuit quietly laughs to herself at their antics lightly shaking her head. She turns her attention to you for a moment.

"I know you must be tired, sun haze often has lasting effects. I'll leave you to rest in a moment. Muad'dib will be here soon, under his request we let you rest until his arrival.

I have Fedaykin down the hall if you require anything at all, My lady, just seek them out. I can not stay though duty bounds me elsewhere.

It brings joy to my heart to finally meet you."

She gives a small half bow before turning to leave. You open your mouth to say something, but you're not quite sure what you want to ask, so nothing comes out. She notices this and stops before she is fully facing away from you.

"Yes? Is there something you require, My Lady"

There it was again. 'My Lady'. Why did they keep saying that. You can't help the word that fall from your lips next.

"why do you keep calling me that? 'My Lady' ?"

She look at you with a smile on her face like the answer is an obvious one.

"You are Al-Fadla Ru Lisan al-Gaib, Peace for the Voice from the Outerworld. You are one with Shia Hulud. As is written. Now, Muad'dib will be here soon, you just need rest."

And with that the women left with no further words, exiting the room through the small carved archway at the far end of the room that she had entered in through not minutes before. This all seems so real. Turning your head you look back at the food that had be brought for you. your stomach groans again as you begin to smell the mixture of food. Scooting away from the wall and dangling your legs off the bed, you sit on the edge. You have little idea what any of the food is as you look it over. the bread looks like pita bread, but its made with a strange grain, so there is at least one semi familiar thing, Then there is the strange paste in the small bowl. It doesn't look appealing but has a nice savory smell. You can't quite pin what it is though. Cautiously you reach out and grab the spoon tucked on the edge of the tray and grab the bowl.

Scraping up just a small coin sized bite of it, you cautiously bring it up to your face giving one last small sniff. You determine it to be alright and carefully taste the strange food. Surprisingly it was a mixture of sweet, savory, and salty with hints of what you swear is cinnamon. It wasn't like anything you have ever had before, it was strange but oddly good. Now with food in your hand you realize just how famished you have become in the indistinguishable amount of time that you have been in this place. You quickly eat the rest of the bowls contents, before grabbing the strange bread from the craved plate with less caution. It looks like a pita made with white flour but more grainy almost like corn flour. It has a plan taste to it but its filling and the three pieces are plenty. As you eat you feel better than when you had felt when you had woken up. The food fills your body with a comfortable almost tingling warm feeling. Now with your stomach no longer demanding fuel you try to focus your thoughts.

Looking around the room again at a slower pace this time. Allowing your brain to fully take in everything around you. Not to far from where you sit, the support pillars that rest around the room you now see are covered in small intricate carvings of what looks like words. Squinting to make them out as you slowly stand up from the slab and creep closer to read the foreign letters of the inscriptions. To your own surprise you can actually read a few of the words. Based on what little words you where able to understand and read, they are names. At the base of the pillar you can see a lager set of word inscribed right above the floor and you are able you make out most of the sentence.

'Those who have given their water in search of Al-Fadla Ru Lisan al-Gaib'

Wait that's what the women were calling you. Did these people think you where this person they had been looking for. No that can’t be right, gave their water? That meant they died right? This is all too weird, no logical explanation can form itself in your head. Each new thing you see only convinces you more this is all real. Turning slightly to face towards the tapestries covering the walls. Upon examining them you see that they tell a story similar to stained glass in a churches windows. Starting from the left side by the door they show a person buried in sand, a sandworm circled around there form. In the next one the figure is walking through the desert as it stretches out in front of them. Another one depicts the figure from the wall carving standing behind a kneeling figure. They hold the persons head in their left hand almost cradling it. Their right arm, that had the same mark that you now do, held a dagger high above their head blade pointed toward the sun. Almost as if they are sparing the kneeling figure. Turning to look at the other wall now to see what the other tapestries hold. Starting by the door again in this one this one the marked figure is now standing next to someone else in a hood as well. They both stand in front of a crowd of people holding hands. Your brows furrow together at the stitched image, who was this other person with the marked figure? You stare at the tapestries as if it might just tell you the answer to your question. The tingling feeling from the food seem to almost grow filling your body with static like feeling from the top of you head to your toes. Why do you feel like you know these figures, they seem so familiar. Maybe it is something from the book you just can’t remember.

Suddenly your head feels extremely light and a deep smoky smell fills your senses. It smells like cinnamon and a deep sandalwood, light begins to streak like rainbow over your vision. Almost as if moving under instruction, your feet begin to slowly make there way to the entrance at the far end of the room. Still in the smoky haze, you rest you hand on the wall to support yourself as you walk down the long halls. They remind you of ant tunnels stretching out in front of you, branching off at several points. The walls, floor and ceiling all covered in shallow intricately carved lines almost resembling fingerprints. It feels like something is almost whispering in your ear with how you navigate the halls as all other sounds begin to mix and drown each other out.

Walking down the hallway you pass a few fremen and Fedaykin, some in the same woven clothing you're now in but more layers draped around them, others simply in stillsuits and loose robes. As your feet guide you past them they seem to all be happy to see you. Stepping to the side, mumbling excited greetings only for them to mix with the voices guiding your feet forward. Allowing you through and bowing lightly as you walk past them. Something in the back of you mind says to stop and ask them questions, anything you can think of. But the haze that fills your senses had taken over like a ghost guiding you down the hall. The whispers tell you, look for the sun, you must see the sun, you need to feel the warm sand. Unaware the people you pass slowly follow behind you. Staying a few meters back like they are in awe as the watch, almost as if they are waiting for something.

Your feet aimlessly lead you to a narrow passage with uneven and steep walls. Little bits of sunlight spilling down, staining parts of the walls, the intensity of the light almost making the deep orange stone walls glow. Tall walls lead to where a ceiling should be, instead high in the air is a giant crack in the sky. The slanted cavern walls only allowing a few puddles of sunlight to reach the now smooth sandstone floor. Your toes dip into the edges of them as your body dance down the narrow path as if you had walked it a thousand times before. Smooth sandstone slowly turned to soft sand as more sunlight clambers its way through the crevasses as the walls widen out. A warm breeze dipped in spice flows through your body as it enters the passage. The whispers seem to rise in strength with the wind as it whips around you as if it was now dancing along with you.

“You’re so close, Fadla-Wa. Just a little further now.”

The hairs on the back of your neck begin to stand, and the static feeling filling your body disappears in an instant. The voice sounded as if the man from your visions was right there beside you, dancing along with your steps. Warm wind presses on your back gently urging you forward. The walls now wide and spacious as the passage slowly slips away from the edges of your vision, leading you out in to the open desert. As you cross the line of light cut in the sand by the sun, the walls block out the vast of the light in their reach. Something in your mind feeling like this is a point of no return. Warm sun bathes your body as the wind and something else deep in your bones tugs your body forward. All your senses are blurred but something deep in your core tells you this is what you need to do. Keep going. Now with the walls of the sietch left behind you as your trance leads you out into the vast ocean that once was.

The blazing Arrakis sun kisses you skin and covers you like a warm embrace as it crest over the mountain housing the sietch stretching out behind you. The spice tinting your vision dances with the blinding sunlight. Finally gaining a small bit of control over yourself, you raise your right hand up to shield your eyes from the beautiful but dangerous light. Your eyes land on the mark now residing on your arm as you're reminded of its presence. With the light and spice tainting your sight the mark of the maker appears as if it was dancing in the light as well. Twisting around your arm with the beams of light eager and impatient. The force pulling you forward is stronger than ever in this moment. Someone beckoning you closer. Please just a little further the whispers seem to plead. Your eyes slowly blink in their haze adjusting to the all consuming sun that lords overhead as you feet take you the last few steps up the steep dune.

As if materializing from the light itself a figure suddenly appeared standing directly in front of you. No fear enters your body but instead a feeling of peace and a sense that something had finally been completed. A set made whole. A hand intertwines its fingers with yours, pulling your hand down from your face the sun no longer a bother as the man in front of you seemingly demands your whole attention. In you spice driven haze you give it to him willingly. His other had rise to caress the side of your face tracing from your temple to your jaw with the back side of his hand as he take in each and every detail of your face as if you might disappear from in front of him in an instant. His eye a deep striking blue, bore into yours. A smile grows on his lips as he breaks the thick and heavy silence.

“You are here Fadla-Wa Nar Ruzam,” his voice barely above a whisper but it rings clear in your ears. “I have waited and the fates have finally brought you home... Here by my side where you were always meant to be.”

He pulls you into a hug, your spice dulled mind allowing him to embrace you. He buried his head into the top of your head breathing in your sent as if it was intoxicating to him. The control you thought you had on your body slips away the longer you are in his presence everything around you beginning to fade out till its just him.

“Now with you by my side, everything will fall into place as it should.”

And then everything goes black.

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-Translations-

Sietch - A vast systems of cavers inhabited by the fremen

Bahada - A deep crack of fissure

Kadem - The inner desert of Arrakis

Fedaykin - A fremen warrior dedicated to the fight a protector of the fremen

Ha Fadla - his peace

Naib - a leader of the people of a sietch

Sayyadina - a fremen priestess

Lisan al-Gaib - voice from the outerworld

Muad'dib - one who points the way or small kangaroo mouse

Al-Fadla Ru Lisan al-Gaib - the peace of the voice of the outerworld

Shia Hulud - the maker or sandworm

Fadla-Wa -. my peace

Fadla-Wa Nar Ruzam - my peace of mind

[ramblesofajester]

Dark Paul Atreides x reader

I had a silly thought. What if the reader fell in to the world of dune, with a yandere Paul and there are prophecies of there arrival on Arrakis, so here are my crazy thoughts on that. Chani is still around but no longer a love interest. Please keep in mind that as I write this cannon is a suggestion. I have read the main books but I plan to base this off of the movies that recently came out. If you have any ideas that you would think would be neat please share them I would love to hear. This is my first time writing in a long couple of years, I hope its like riding a bike. I have no editor either so fuck it, no beta we die like Duke Leto.

Blue font is Chakobsa, Red is Sardaukar, and Orange is Harkonnen to identify what language is being spoken and for when I am to lazy to translate full sentences, but I will provide some translations for word and small phrases when I am able. Also as a small note for the sake of the fanfiction when the movie is mention in the fic all the actor look different so the reader can meet all the characters and not realize its them for a minute. And to clarify when you show up is after Paul drinks the water of life but before the war and with the idea that the war took some time to prepare. So there is about a year between the water of life ritual and the challenging of the emperor.

I hope u enjoy :)

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"My planet Arrakis is so beautiful when the sun is low. Rolling over the sands... you can see spice in the air.

At night the spice harvesters land. The outsiders race against time to avoid the heat of the day. The ravage our land in front of our eyes.

Their cruelty to my people is all I've known.

These outsiders, the Harkonnens, came long before I was born. By controlling spice production, they became obscenely rich. Richer than the Emperor himself.

Our warriors couldn't free Arrakis from the Harkonnens, but one day by imperial decree they where gone. Why did the emperor chose this path and who will our next oppressors be..." '-dune, 2021.'

Warmth... you feel warm, all around you wind wipes at your face tracing your neck filling you lungs. A rich smell, like deep smoky sandalwood mixed with clean dirt and a hint of something you can't quite place. You haven't felt like this in a long time. You can't tell where your are. No matter how you try to will yourself, you can't seem to find it in you to force your eyes to open. Wanting to chase this feeling just a little longer. It feels like something old, something lost... it feels like home.

Suddenly a loud obnoxious shout of your name finally rips you from your throughs. The dimly lit, dusty old closet that has become a small safe haven in the personal hell you call your nine to five. Your boss Ethan's voice grinds against your eardrums, he sounded pissed, more so that usual. Sluggishly gathering yourself you look down at the cheap watch you have had forever. Your heart drops, 7:42 twelve minutes past you breaks end time. Ethan was going to kill you. You had taken this job in a pinch right out of high school, working at a machine shop was never the dream but is was suppose to pay for bills and school one day, too bad it only ended up paying the bills... and barely at that. So school was dropped in favor of more hours for food now nearly 5 years later your still here stuck in Ethan's shop and he loves to run you ragged knowing you have no where else to go. Jumping up from the old empty 5 gallon bucket you had been sitting on. The force of standing accidentally knocking it over into the brooms and mops resting against the wall. The loud crash giving away your sanctuary. The door flies open with Ethan's forceful entry nearly taking my head off in the prosses, as I had bent down to clean up the mess of mops and brooms, now scattered across the floor further from the Ethan's intrusion. Standing up to face him he begins his likely endless list of demands.

"I have been looking for you for twenty minutes now, where the hell have you been,". He shout his voice louder than necessary at such a close range quickly forcing my attention from my mess to the furious man standing inches from my chest now. You quickly open your mouth to try and explain you where just on lunch and had lost track of time is all but before you can even being to produce sound he has already cut you off. "I don't want to hear your stupid excuses. I pay to to work, fix machines, not sleep with the mops. I need bay four cleared. We have another trucker coming in who need work done on the engines cylinders and the van your fixing can be moved to bay eight." And with that he turned and left. you stand looking at him dumbfounded but he is the boss so you have to do as he says. Sighing you bend over finish cleaning up the broom and go to do as he asked. The work day is almost done anyways.

Resisting the urge to slam the door as you step over the threshold of your small apartment. You instead turn and slowly close the door resting your head against the wood and turning the locks letting out a long deep sigh as you do. The day is finally done. Gathering what little remaining strength you have you push yourself off the door, turning around you face the small dimly illuminated main room. The moon peaks trough the blinds in slivers, casting a soft glow around the room. Everything exactly where you left it, this morning coffee sitting in the coffee table forgotten in the mornings rush, you have chores to do still. the thought makes you groan aloud.

"I'll do it in the morning" you mutter to yourself your eyes catch the CD case resting near the mug on table as you toss your work bag down by the side of the couch. Picking it up you recognize it as the dune movie, fond memories of reading the books in high school resurface. You would disappear for hours in its pages feeling more at home in the dunes of Arrakis rather than in your own bedroom at home. You begged your mom to take you to see them when the remade them in the 2000s, and spent money you didn't have when it got remade to purchased a CD right away you completely taken by the film. You even remember practicing sand walking as a child for fun, the memories bring a tired smile to your face. It is strange though you haven't had the time to watch any movies lately, especially one as long as dune, so why was it out? Brushing the thought aside assuming is was just another thing you had forgotten in your tired haze. Walking over to the old DVD player you got from a thrift store years ago, you absentmindedly put in the movie and turned on the TV.

Turning your back to the TV, you go and flop unceremoniously down onto the couch. Wishing for a moment of peace without the thought of tomorrows problems hurting your head. Using the armrest as a pillow you curl up and pull the small throw blanket resting on the back of the couch down over you. Not caring about still being in your work coveralls and dirty tank top. As sleep teases the edges of your mind you fail to notice that the normal Sardaukar at the beginning of the movie had changed and was now Chakobsa and the voice of Doctor Liet-Kynes.

"the one marked by Shai Hulud will guide his path and be his peace"

Warmth... you feel warm, like really, really warm. Hot enough to pull you from the edge of sleep, slowly gaining consciousness again you become acutely aware of just how hot its is. The AC has broken in the apartment before, but it has never been this bad. Stifling a groan and rubbing your eyes, you reach an arm out behind as you sit up to rest yourself on. Expecting your hand land on a stable scratchy couch cushion, there are no word to describe how you heart fell into your stomach when all that met the palm of your hand was was sand. Eyes flying wide open, only to slam shut once again, due to the viscous assault from the hot sun now hanging high in a unfamiliar sky. Now rubbing your eyes for another reason. You try not to let your panic make you trip over the sand now seemingly all around you, as you squint your eyes. Desperately trying to take in your surroundings and find out just what the hell is going on. Forcing your eyes open a wide as you are able, you can't stop the panic that seeps into your core as the sight of an endless and vast desert stretches out in front of you.

"what... the... fuck..."

Is all you can manage to mutter staring out into waves of sand stretching as far as the eyes can see and more. Spinning on you heal desperate to find anything other than sand around you, you are sorely disappointed finding only more orange tinted sand swallowing your field of vision. In your moment of aw and fear gazing at the fossil of an vast ocean that once was. Almost as if it had been waiting for you too turn and look, a strong hot desert breeze tainted with spice slams into your body. Wrapping around you, almost like a warm hug as it engulfs your form, breathing in as the sent of of the dessert and spice fill your senses. Blocking everything else out, like a heavy blanket being suddenly draped over your form.

All panic slips away for moment all round you you feel over whelming joy, like the kind you feel when you seen a loved one after a long trip away. Indistinct voices float all round you as all you senses dull for a moment you don't know what language they are speaking but you understand it perfectly. There are cries of joy and soft greetings of welcome home. Suddenly your vison is flooded with light again but its not painful like the last time its almost gentle light, like a hand guiding the way. Shapes form in the light slow taking the shape of a man short black curly hair that whips around his head as his gaze of unnatural blue falls on you like you hold the world in you hand, his lips are moving but you cant quite here what he is saying over the symphony of other voices. you attempt to reach out to this figure as they speak again but louder.

"its okay... you're so close now...now I just need to find...

and I will find you."

His words turn sharp at the end almost like its turning from a gentle promises, to to a dark desire, but before you can fully see his form or face the wind begins to howl around. You feel deep sense of dread begin to fill you. A whisper can be heard, hiding in the wind.

"Run."

A loud mechanical groan that vibrate your body to its bones rips you from the sweet spice scented vision. Head whipping in the direction of the ominous sound that is shaking your ribs. From the peak of the dune that you woke up on about 150 to 200 meters away from you you see a missive spider like machine crawling on the ground you don't know how you missed it in you first sweep of the area. The shear size of it make you stand still shocked by its sudden appearance, a startled shriek leaves your chapped lips as one of the legs of the strange machine is suddenly engulfed in flames and a loud explosion rings out across the dunes. Not given time for further reaction a small bight blue beam shoots straight through the bulbus top of the mobile structure and more explosion follow. Eyes flying to the base of the structure for a possible cause and you find what you are looking for. As the machine goes down a group of people emerge from the sand and begin to celebrate the mechanical beasts downfall. Confusion fills you as you watch the scene, it feels so strange but familiar, when suddenly like a train the answer hits you that this is just like dune. The harvester crashes into the ground as you make this realization. Some of the fremen turn and shield themselves from the sand that files around from the fall the strange machine. The sense of curiosity immediately turns to dread as you see one of the fremen stare in your direction longer than you would like. You watch as the fremen, with out looking away from you, get the attention of the one standing next to them and point at you. Who then causes the whole group to turn to you. The winds still for a moment, silence fills the suffocating hot air as you all just stare. You have no way to tell if it was three seconds or three minuets. In an instant the one who noticed you took off running directly at you faster than you though possible.

The harsh heat that filled your body form the arraki sun was gone in an instant. The fear coursing through your veins like ice, takes hold and you spin on your heal once more. Now tripping over your own feet you run down the dune. Head desperately whipping in all directions looking for any place to hide, anywhere at all. After running for a few seconds around the base of a near by dune you seen a small pile of boulders, ones you could possibly hide between. Hope fills you as you almost reach the rocks but a hard knee too your back stealing the winded hot air from your lungs you slam down onto your chest, the sand doing little to cushion your fall. Fear rattles you but suddenly your body acts on instincts you didn't know you had. You shove your self up and twist your legs around the torso of the person. Slamming them in to the ground, using your body weight to pin the fremen to the ground. You see the blade the person dropped, scrambling to grab the blade you quickly press it to the neck of the person whos back you rest upon. As the rest of the fremen arrive and surround you pressing your weight down to keep the person pined, your head whips around as you angrily yell out.

"Stop, stop right there! I don't want to hurt them but I will if you make me!" Most of the fremen surrounding you freeze at your threat, while a brave few still creep closer, wanting to free there friend. A loud gasp from the back of the group makes every one cease all movement. Slowly you look at the man who made the noise, it almost sounded as if he had seen a ghost. Pointing directly at you, specifically your right arm. Still in you tank top and dirty coveralls from work, your arms are fully exposed. to your shock as well, your once bare right arm now had a long winding tattoo like birthmark of a sandworm. Its tail disappears under your wrist and onto your palm that grips the knife. Its long body curling all the way around your arm till its mouth is wide open on your shoulder. That definitely wasn't there when you fell asleep. In a strange language you don't remember learning, but understand the mans every word, he begins to whisper in shock.

"they bear the mark of Shia Hulud, the peace of the one who points the way. We found the the one he has been looking for!". The man uttered in pure disbelief. The others around him break out in more whispers, these are harder for you to make out in the mix if many hushed tones. One of the voices say something that makes its way through to your ears. "we need to bring them to the Sietch Bahada immediately, to him!" you can't pin which one said it but you did not like that statement at all.

"You're not taking me anywhere!" You cry out cutting the whispers off, before you can start to shout more threats at the group, the one pointed out the mark spoke again. "I see no still suit. You'll dry up in hours, come with us peacefully. Don't waste your water. we mean no harm, we have been waiting." He spoke slowly but bluntly as if talking to a scared animal. He switch to what sounded like English in the last bit of what he said. This only hurts your head and confused you even more. One of the fremen slowly reached toward you in what might have been an attempt to calm you but only had the opposite effect. Jumping off the person you had pined to avoid contact in a moment of panic. Clutching the knife you're borrowing from the fremen. You clamber clumsily up the rock, accidentally cutting the outside of you thigh as you stumble to a half stable perch up atop the rocks away from the group. Blood has been spilt ending the challenge that you unknowingly started. The fremen around you mumble among themselves each before cutting a small scratch on the back of there arms as well. Sheathing all of their blades this brought you little comfort though. His words echo in your, head no stillsuite, dry up in hours. This has to be a dream, it has to be. That is fiction it's just in books and movies. Your head hurts. You look away from the fremen for a moment and look at the desert clutching the side of your head, The sun and confusion almost literally clouding your vision. In your moment of haze you fail to notice a figure creeping up behind you, you hear a whisper from behind, your mined to muddled to react fast enough.

"My deepest apologies peace bringer. It is for you own safety." And with that the brightness, the sounds, and the heat all cut out at once with a sharp thump of pain to the base of your skull.

"Peace... oh peace of mine. It is time to wake up, you're so close to me now, so close I can see you. Now you're mine."

You can see that man again, this time is different though, he isn't standing in a few feet away anymore. Now it's almost as if you are laying with your head rested in his lap. A comforting warmth and the smell of spice and sandalwood envelope you as his hand gently brushes the side of your face. He whispers more sweet words you can't quite make out, the vision fading out into the sound of sand blowing over the rocks.

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-Translations-

Shia Hulud - the maker or sandworm

Bahada -a great fissure or crack in the rock.

I have some more typed and it will be ready soon, I'm just posting this part of it as chapter one because it seemed like a nice spot to stop at. and I'm kind of posting this portion to see if anyone even wants to read this so lemme know if you would like some more :)

also I haven't posted anything in a long time if you notice any errors please feel free to point them out the help is welcomed.

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"They’re not collateral damage — they are being targeted."

The image you see is not from a war movie. It's a real X-ray of a Palestinian child. A sniper's bullet pierced her skull. This was not an accident. It was a calculated shot — to the head. How many children must bleed before the world opens its eyes?

I see this, and I tremble. Because I, too, am a mother. My own child is injured. He cries every night from pain. He needs urgent medical care — but we are trapped under siege, under fear, under silence.

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[gaza-giving-tree]

Imagine being an Information Technology student, your days filled with lectures, coding projects, and dreams of a better future. Then one day, your entire world is upended. You find yourself standing atop the ruins of your home, the bitter wind biting through your clothes as you stare at the devastation stretching endlessly before you. In the blink of an eye, your world has transformed from textbooks and computer screens to survival amid the wreckage of a genocide.

Images: (Top) Mahmoud before the start of the conflict. (Bottom) Mahmoud, standing atop the ruins of his home, destroyed by occupation attacks.

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Before the war, Mahmoud was an Information Technology student at Gaza University, harboring dreams of building a brighter future for his family. Those dreams were shattered when the university was bombed, classes were suspended, and his home in Khan Yunis was reduced to ruins. Now, Mahmoud and his family live in a makeshift tent in a displacement camp, fighting to survive without water, electricity, or access to food.

The winter cold seeps through every threadbare inch of the tent, and the howling wind drowns out the silence left by everything they’ve lost. With his father sick and his brother in need of medical care, Mahmoud shoulders the burden of his family’s survival alone. Every day is a battle against hunger and despair, a struggle to find clean water and enough food to keep his loved ones alive.

Despite the ceasefire, the nightmare continues. The streets of Gaza are lined with hollow buildings and shattered glass, a grim reminder that peace is a fragile but unwavering hope. The infrastructure is decimated, jobs are nonexistent, and the people are left to fend for themselves amid the wreckage. Mahmoud's dreams of finishing his education are now intertwined with a desperate plea for survival—for the chance to escape Gaza, to rebuild their lives, to turn the page on this chapter of endless loss.

Your support can help Mahmoud continue his education outside of Gaza, to rebuild what was destroyed, and to keep his family alive through the darkest winter they’ve ever known.

Please consider making a donation to help Mahmoud's family rebuild, or by sharing his story so his call for help can reach others who can.

You can donate to Mahmoud's GoFundMe campaign [HERE].

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💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You

Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,

When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.

From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.

💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength

As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.

But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.

“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.

“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.

🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now

Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.

But things have only gotten harder.

The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.

We’re trapped.

🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨‍👩‍👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.

And yet…

Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.

Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.

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If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.

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My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my

✨ Why It All Matters

This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.

Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.

🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology

There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.

When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.

If that happened, I am truly sorry.

Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.

I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.

If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.

Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.

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This is my daughter Salma. She is only 3 months old.

She was born under heavy bombardment and fire belts.

Now she suffers from a severe psychological condition due to the terrifying explosions and horrifying sounds all around us.

Her tiny body trembles in fear, and her eyes are lost, searching for safety she’s never known.

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Desperate Plea: A Call For Relife‼️ 🥀

Hello, It's Momen Al Madhoun, writing from the most miserable area in the whole world, I am deeply thankful to all of you. Your support means the world to my family

🍉🍉🍉 I urgently plead you to keep sharing our campaign with your friends, family, and acquaintances

15 months have passed as if it were 15 years, and suffering increasing day after day 😔

Our health is decaying, we have NO IMMUNITY to fight diseases. No healthy food to feed our worn cells. Finding a quiet, clean place for us to get some rest is IMPOSSIBLE! I'm in urgent need of serious financial support so that I can take action and save my family! Our faces speak the misery we're going through! my children can't bear the ruthlessness of war life… pain and cold does not allow either of them to sleep 💔

I found in drawing a way to relieve stress and describe what we are experiencing, but even this i was deprived of, due to the difficulty of obtaining good internet and electricity for a sufficient time If you are interested in art, you can check my blog and find my artworks, i hope you will share them and support me to continue fighting and trying Every share and donation brings us one step closer to saving my family's lives. Your support, no matter how small, holds the power to rescue my loved ones from grave danger There are no words can describe how many times we have been displaced The situation we're living now is really hard to imagine Where do we Go?

Imagine the vastness of this universe, we cannot escape to a safe place far from the war

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I'm a teacher who lost her job and some of her students also lost my home and my school. We lost everything here in Gaza. Please if you care about us don't left me alone. I'm fighting for my dreams and hope here. Also my 3children and my husband need your support. Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss. Also I need to rebuild my future and to start building my project to teach students who are in need so my friend it will be great from you to help you this war destroy everything and many schools here in Gaza.

We need to raise total of $40,000. Every dollar you contribute will make a tangible difference in our lives.

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