Hi there! We're Sandworm. A small 18+ Dune-themed writing community. We use Jcink to write and Discord to socialize.
I'm still crap at keeping anything organised 🌟 but here's a bunch of things you might be into.
Hope you enjoy reading as much as we enjoy writing!
Masterlist Part 1 (31 fics)
Latest Fics:
When the Time Comes (part 1) - Paul Atreides x Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen
Doomsday Harvest - Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Xenn Awendlay (OC)
Make a Wish - Leto Atreides & Thera Ecaz (OC)
My Word Above All - Irulan Corrino x Feyd Rautha x Paul Atreides
I Will See You Again - Paul Atreides x Ghola!Chani Kynes
A Soul For A Soul - Feyd Rautha Harkonnen x Leiana Atreides (OC)
My Eyes Were Closed To You - Paul Atreides x Feyd Rautha
The Scent of an Offworlder - Feyd Rautha x Zamah (OC) x Glossu Rabban
🔥Flowers Grown From Bones - Leiana Atreides (OC) x Feyd Rautha
Fine Dining - Baron Vladimir Harkonnen & Feyd Rautha & Glossu Rabban & Zamah (OC)
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Coming Up:
Part 2 of this masterlist is now complete! 🎊 Part 3 will be pinned once it gets posted! Follow to keep up!
We have a Dune Prophecy watch party going on in discord. Vote for dates after each episode.
so you're a collection of writers on a different? how do you guys come up with so many different ideas?
Hey nonnie, yeah exactly!
I'm the Admin, Rora, but I've gotten permission from the other writers to share their works here on this blog. I've been dealing with life stuff and haven't posted up any of the newer stories recently.
You'll find more updated stuff on our public jcink forum: Sandworm (scroll to the bottom to see latest posts that'll show up on the right, not 100% sure if that shows up on mobile but going through the different rp forums will show you a few people's threads.) We collaborate on Discord and do all our rp stuff on jcink.
Currently there's about 5 or 6 of us who write at our own paces (most of us are snails), but the forum welcomes anyone who has an itch to write Dune. I'm actually meeting two of these other writers IRL for the first time this month! One's coming to stay with me and we're driving over to meet the other, it's super cool how writing can bring people together like that.
For the ideas, I can't talk for the other writers but for me I just go with whatever character I want to write and figure out the kinds of situations I want to put them in and go from there. Sometimes I'll take other's requests and let the story build (or derail haha). I'm very big on using "yes and" to work with other writers.
With how the site is set up, the goal in mind was to have people write whatever they want, when they want and I think the result has come out with some pretty amazing stories. I love the flexibility and not having to worry about conflicting with other people's plots.
Thank you for the ask, it's always appreciated <3
"She carries the weight and the wisdom of generations and generations in her head. She's never in a singular conversation. It's kind of everything everywhere, all at once. And the one thing that she really feels most strongly about is her love and devotion to her brother, because that is the only person who's ever made her feel like she makes sense."
-Anya Taylor-Joy teases that Alia will do anything for Paul Atreides "to various degrees of insanity"
I noticed you've slowed down! I hope your board is going well. There isn't enough love out there for Dune.
This is super late anon, apologies. I'm so surprised anyone noticed. Thank you for sending this in.
On a personal note as the admin who runs this blog; I experienced a death that took me back to my home country for a while, and then when I got back I was in a slump for a bit. That took me off the grid but I'm doing okay! I'm trying to get back into things, slowly XD
I'm so glad there's still a lot of love for Dune out there. It's a small fandom but a mighty one!!
The roleplay board has been active even while I've not been around! You'll see plenty of new stories on our site: Sandworm: Dune Roleplay
Feel free to come read and lurk any time. You should be able to read everything without needing to register or join discord.
FeydPaul is all very well, but we are starting to forget who was Feyd's intended destiny. Given that House Harkonnen harvested spice and whale fur, they could easily have been trendsetters (they could afford to buy up the Empire's best designers). Furthermore, I don't think the Baron or Feyd would have sought to harm Alia by venting their hatred for the Atreides on her-on the contrary, they both would have tried to integrate her into the "family" so they could then parade her at Landsraad gatherings, infuriating Duke Leto every time. Moreover, Alia, feeling betrayed by her family, would likely have been just as easily corrupted by wealth, power, and depravity as she was in the canon
Okay, to be honest, I just saw the left outfit on Pinterest and thought it would look perfect on Feyd.
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Welcome to Sandworm ! Excited to have you here !
We're all here for our love of the Dune universe - whether it be through the books or the movies - it's brought us all together to write!
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Only requirements to join will be reading the guidebook, be older than 18+, and agree to follow the rules.
• Simple joining process.
No applications to review, just let us know your writing preferences and get straight to writing!
• No character limits/ratios.
Play any canon you want, even if they’re already played by someone else on board. Bring as many OC’s in as you like.
• Sandbox setting.
No set plot. High creative freedom. Canon divergence, alternative universes and multiple timelines are welcomed and loved.
• Relaxed paced.
No activity checks or word counts. Write when you want. This is a hobby & life comes first. No rush or risk of losing anything.
• Opened May 2024.
Lots of space to stretch your legs and make it a home. Dive in and have some fun with it!
Summary: Feyd-Rautha’s ship crash lands near you, and you feel responsible to care for him as he struggles to regain his memory and heal from his injuries. When his past starts to close in, you’re left to wonder just how far for you will go for this volatile man you’ve fallen for.
Tags: MDNI, Feyd-Rautha is his own trigger warning - more tags to follow
Thanks to: the Project Feyd-Rautha Fandom ( @houserautha @psycheetamore @seraphicsage @austinbutlerslovers @mystra-midnight )
You get to decide which way we are going for part 2. Poll (1 day) for part 2 below
The na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen did not care for most people, and reserved an especial hatred towards the fish-like Guild Navigator employed by his uncle. Feyd boarded the massive ship, weaving through the interlocking corridors with ease. He braced himself for the ghastly sight of the Navigator encaged in the glass — the water supporting his frail body resembled the color of phlegm. Feyd's upper lip pulled back in a snarl.
"What an honor, escorting the na-Baron," the fish-like man gurgled.
"Flattery will get you nowhere," Feyd sneered.
He didn't even want to take this trip, but he was on business to deliver a message personally to a foreign ambassador. Feyd sat down in the atrium where the Guild Navigator dwelled, his fingers itching for something to do. He could go anywhere in the ship, but the lack of control in the journey bothered him, so he took to staying with the Navigator despite his searing hatred.
Admittedly, he was fascinated by the process of long-distance space travel. Feyd happened to be an exceptional pilot. Of thopters, that is. Only Guild Navigators — pumped full of spice — had the ability to bend space and time.
Feyd had another reason to linger near the Navigator. He spoke in a sharp tone, as to not invite any discourse. "We will make an additional stop."
The Navigator's bulbous eyes rolled in their sockets to address him. It was nearly impossible to discern what the creature was thinking.
"Under whose orders?"
"Mine."
The Navigator opened his fishy mouth to say something, then must've thought better. "Where would you like to go?"
"Lankiveil." Feyd lowered his chin and glowered, daring his uncle's employee to object.
"Hm." The Navigator regarded him curiously. "And when we return later than expected, shall I tell your uncle about this...visit?"
Feyd replied, "It doesn't concern him."
Both of them — both man and creature — held their gaze. After an uncomfortable period, the Navigator silently relented. Feyd didn't feel assured about the victory, however, and kept a careful watch out of the port window as the ship launched into hyperspace some time later. He might not have known how to navigate through space but he had studied maps, and he would know if the Navigator chose to ignore his request.
Lights blurred past the window, thousands and thousands of stars all bending to the power of the Navigator. It dizzied him, but he stared ahead. Feyd felt no other effects. He might as well have been back in his room on solid ground.
That's why, when the ship gave a sudden lurch, a surprised growl tore through his chest. Feyd shot to his feet, ready to lash out at the Navigator, the words sharp on his tongue, but found his companion flailing in his tank.
The creature scratched and clawed at the glass of the tank, mouth open in a silent scream. Feyd, trained to quickly assess any situation, quickly noted that a black liquid had started suffusing through the tank like poison, and the creature recoiled away as it spread. Seized with alarm, Feyd evaluated his choices as he strode across the room towards the tank — did he dare try to wrench the creature free? Would it even survive?
Feyd didn't care about the life of the Navigator, it was one of many, a grain of sand on a vast beach. Except his life was in danger, for surely if the pilot of the ship perished, then it would crash.
The Navigator wailed in his tank, streaks of bubbles leaking from its mouth and popping on the tumultuous surface. Feyd pounded a hand angrily on the glass. The black liquid nearly filled all of the tank and at last reached the creature.
Horror yawned in Feyd as the creature writhed and spasmed, any efforts of preservation whisked away by the liquid stealing into its lungs. As if in reply, the ship rocked and lurched again. If it wasn't for his white-knuckle grip on the tank, Feyd would've been thrown to the side — liquid sloshed over the edge, burning into the exposed skin of his wrist. Hissing, Feyd let go, stumbling as the ship listed to one side.
There was no wheel to grab, nothing to save them now that the Navigator had been sabotaged.
"na-Baron," a breathless guard flew into the room, eyes widened. "There's been an attack on the ship —"
"I'm aware," Feyd growled out at the same time the guard noticed the crumpled form of the Navigator at the bottom of the tank. Fear showed on the guard's face. Feyd shoved the guard. "Don't just stand there like a damn fool."
It stood to show how terrified his guard was not to be daunted by his tone. "What-What do we do? The ship is going to crash!"
"Then prepare for impact."
With a cursory look over his shoulder, Feyd followed the guard back into the enemy of the ship. Emergency lights flashed on and off in a blinding display, accompanied by the loud shriek of a siren. "Do you know who's attacking?" Feyd asked, shouting to be heard.
Anger coiled inside him, an insatiable serpent.
Before the guard could reply, the ship gave one last jolt and then spiraled into what was decisively a downward trajectory. Pain exploded in Feyd's shoulder as he slammed into the wall, then fell to the floor, gravity pulling him down. They were nowhere near an escape pod or a protective bay. Fighting every instinct not to die lying down, Feyd curled into a ball, doing the best he could to pull his knees to his chest in his armor.
Heat blazed through the ship. It must've caught on fire. Sweat covered his brow, and yet Feyd stayed curled to himself, unaware if the guard was doing the same or where he had gone.
He couldn't die.
He refused to die.
It was the last thought in his mind before the ship exploded around him and everything went dark.
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You determine how this story continues:
Feyd regains consciousness and is attacked while still in the ship
Feyd is saved by a still unknown person
Feyd wakes up in a smoldering ship, with only dead people around him
Someone close to me passed and I'll be flying back to my home country to say goodbye. Spending time with family and making memories while I'm there. I'll be gone a little while longer.
Home is where you make it, but you'll always have your roots.
It continues to amaze me, how much this special community has a place in my heart. Echo's support of the work by these talented writers through making these banners shows her compassion for the stories and her creative flair. And writing with her? Don't even get me started. The style I see is a sight to behold.
Echo's banners inspired me to try out making some of my own when I first witnessed one of them. I'll post them here too in support of the stories and writing community over at Sandworm @sandwormrp !!! *full credit to Rora for her Zamah character manipulations for the last one (Monsters and Sand Demons) *black eye pic and curly haired OC character
Book Chani and movie Chani are so very different, but I love them both all the same.
Book talk ahead, close your eyes.
I enjoyed watching the resistance against what Paul stood for in movie Chani, she was a lot more her own character rather than a plot for Paul. whereas book Chani was on board with the prophecy the moment they met and her loyalty to him was genuinely the sweetest thing (telling him to go bang a kid into Irulan? Chani plsss XD). I'm looking forward to seeing how Denis will handle her in Messiah. She holds a special place in my heart.
Stilgar, driving sandworm: So how was your day?
Leto II: We almost got surprise adopted!
Stilgar: What?
Ghanima: We almost got kidnapped.
Stilgar: Oh, okay. *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!
Irulan: WHY. why did you give Alia a KNIFE?!
Paul: I’m sorry. They said they felt unsafe.
Irulan: Now I feel unsafe!
Paul: I’m sorry.
Paul: ... would you like a knife?
