#irulan

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N kisses Irulan on the cheek…

Irulan: darling behave

Y/N: in front of whom? It’s just us. Alone. In your office

Irulan gives it some thought…

Irulan; thank you for reminding me

She pulls her spouse into a fiery kiss…

[drmistytang]

"A beginning is a very delicate time." ~~~

Irulan shows up in David Lynch's dune for approximately five seconds, but I dig her. Also I get a kick out of her opening narration... silly goose, forgetting to tell us that spice exists on only one planet in the entire Universe. But she fades back into reality to tell us, so it's all good.

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[kasztanek86]

irulan sketch and a wip for a chanirulan scene drawing (from a fic i'm still writing) :d

[diana-foggymaster]

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[the-gom-jabbar]

Paul in Dune Messiah, every time Irulan goes off world:

[phantom-threaded]

FLORENCE PUGH as PRINCESS IRULAN CORRINO | Dune Part Two (2024)

[foibles-fables]

[#FFF353 - Wolf in Sheep's Clothing]

Weekly fifteen-minute flash fic freewrite challenge courtesy of @flashfictionfridayofficial :)

Fandom: Dune Pairing: Chani/Irulan

It takes an instant to interpret a known thing when that thing is exposed as something unknown.

After, they lay in long silence, skin draped full against skin. The sweat of their exertions had already begun to wick away from the hot press of their bodies, taken by the quenchless air. Lost from them, but not wasted. Only returned to the world that might one day offer it back in kind.

Where the narcotic illumination faded, an awareness of strange communion remained like an evaporite mineral. Irulan's gaze lingered high and far away through the repeated mental folding of gestalten incorporation, through the winding calculus of every movement and choice that led her to here. Her breath found its steadiness beneath the weight of Chani's cheek laid upon the bony space between her breasts. Irulan glanced down at the body strewn atop hers, sinewed and tender, cord-pulled and rendered slack.

When she threaded her fingers through the roots of Chani's hair, Chani allowed it.

And, stripped of imperiality, Irulan finally murmured, "You are not what you seemed."

Slowly Chani lifted her head. A look, wordless but replete. A measuring. Whatever she tallied she did not say, and did not need to. How unexpected, Irulan thought, to see the blue-within-blue of her eyes and think of deepest water.

[etchingstar]

thumbnail/concept sketch i shambled together last night for a future irulan illustration — it will be more of a fashion illustration / costume concept than anything else, as i was mainly focusing on the cut of the dress and how i imagined the fabric to flow. (have i mentioned how deeply fascinated i am by the canon fabrics in dune?)

i gave her little silver ram horn pieces in her hair, a bit like a laurel crown, because i felt this outfit was more giedi prime than kaitan — and of course house harkonnen's animal is a ram (yes, or a gryphon, but it depends on who you ask, and i feel like the ram is more feyd-adjacent, being that he is from lankiveil. and lankiveil is very icelandic in my mind. and i like sheep — you can take the girl off of scafell pike but you can't make her draw a gryphon)