#mentatemperor

[lumenist-moved]

📌🏆⭐️

shout-out meme!!

📌 ― a staple on the dash

one of the many is @petitsdieu! mel is amazing, and hara is such a wonderful oc. one of the first blogs i followed over here and was very supportive in the making of selah! beautiful writing, gorgeous aesthetic posts, and just a kind person. mel is great, and we stan hara ora in this house!!

🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend

if any of you are not following @bloodebayou, what are you doiiing? lourdes is such a cool oc, and grunk is just so fun to chat with ooc. such funny threads and interactions, too. i love reading the mean things lola says about people 😭 and just the symbolism? the layers to lourdes? incredible.

⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character

@mentatemperor !! (is it cheating if you sent it in? nahh.) every thread with your paul feels like a deleted scene, and just the massive care you put into your portrayal of him is !!! chefs kiss. i am obsessed. literally the reason i am reading d.une lmao

[s1hayas]

@mentatemperor said: My  muse  asks  your  muse  to  say  their  name  again,  just  to  hear  how  it  sounds.

she  wonders  at  how  long  its  been  since  someone  said  muad'dib's  name,  not  this  false  epithet  synonymous  with  genocide  and  slaughter  ...  an  off-world  cleansing  trickling  slowly  through  arrakis.  she  does  not  know  her  own  people  anymore.  they  are  whatever  shape  mahdi  forms  them  into.  right  now  a  trembling  close  fist,  stretched  out,  clamped  tightly  over  the  base  of  her  throat.  it  hurts  to  see  how  gentle  each  interaction  is,  he  treads  through  the  wasteland  of  their  love  with  familiar  eagerness.  for  a  second  there's  only  paul,  sat  next  to  her  on  a  dune,  eyes  the  color  of  lush  earth  using  the  bow  of  her  lips  as  a  fixed  point.  his  chin  feels  the  exact  same  beneath  her  thumb  as  it  presses  there,  steadying  that  fear  drunk,  far  away,  look  on  his  face.    ❝        paul,             ❞    the  exact  placement  of  his  name  on  her  tongue  was  so  sublime  she  does  forget.  the  breaks  in  her  start  scabbing  over...

he  looks  tired.  hair  wind  swept  when  fingers  push  through  strands,  palm  settling  against  the  side  of  his  skull.  cupping  carefully.  comforting  him  came  natural,  stretched  impossibly  tight  around  her  bones  now,  if  she  were  ever  split  open  they'd  find  his  name  etched  into  them.    ❝        usul  ...  are  you  unwell?           ❞    

[petitsdieu]

📚🎀🌼

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ... 𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑈𝑇-𝑂𝑈𝑇𝑆 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑊𝐸-𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒.

📚 ― 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑

@atreiuhdes + @truemother ... shamelessly i'll be reading jessice and leto's complete saga together. i'm waiting. i'm foaming from the mouth. no pressure. —he fucking said ... i would beg. for you, i would. are you kidding me.

🎀 ― 𝑎𝑙𝑙-𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛

@faeblcssed ... pan is undoubtedly kind and has used that as a tool to crave out a space in the rpc for individuals with like-minds and interests to flourish in that kindness. i've had the best time in your server chatting, sharing inspiration, and watching things together.

🌼 ― 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

@horroreverent ... it's been an absolute joy to see on dash, in threads, and in dms that headcanons you come up. specifically for adapting a spaceverse for orlok. it's creative, yes, but more importantly is strange, add, grotesque ... and i mean these all with the utmost respect and delight. i thrive in the odd-canons. got me considering plots i write on the select. overall very yummy headcanoning over here.

[petitsdieu]

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 📜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑞𝑢𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟. ↳ @mentatemperor

[s1hayas]

sihaya

sighs in fremen, usUL

[nutsos]

@mentatemperor.

from  her  vantage  point,  it  was  impossible not  to  notice  the  color  bleeding  from  the  young  man’s  face.  the  line  of  his  smile  had  started  to  splinter,  nearly  as  pale  as  the  rest  of  him:  she  didn’t  need  credentials  to  read  the  situation,  his  body  had  already  given  her  the  answer.   “ mmm  [ … ]  those  lips’re  telling  me  all  i  need  to  know. ” 

without  waiting  for  a  reply,  &  with  a  swift  gesture  of  her  hand,  she  extended  the  absurdly  oversized  bottle  she’d  been  sipping  from.  it  was  already  uncapped  &  tilted  slightly  forward,  as  if  it’d  been  brought  with  him  in  mind.

“ c’mon,  drink  up  b'fore  you  topple  over. ”   brows  arched,  amused  &  oddly  maternal,  a  trace  of  softness  folded  at  the  edges  of  her  beam.

[s1hayas]

@mentatemperor said: i'll give it all up if i can just be with you.

muad'dib  cannot  waste  the  water  of  her  people  needlessly  ...  keep  them  resting  at  his  fingertips  to  flick  wherever  he  wishes,  there  must  be  purpose  and  reason  for  risking  their  most  precious  commodity.  lips  press  together,  flit-plug  tugging  with  the  sudden  movement,  his  resolve  flounders.  rests  on  a  knife's  edge,  threatening  to  tip  towards  oblivion.  she  has  always  been  reason  to  the  boy  ―  perhaps  the  man  usul  died  for  could  not  escape  such  fate  either.    ❝     there's  no  giving  up  anything,  paul  atreides,  you  have  fundamentalists  waiting  on  your  word,  my  people  have  spread  out  to  claim  the  paradise  promised  them.      ❞     it  was  not  what  sihaya  would  have,  they  could  be  elsewhere,  others  (  within  a  life  of  their  own  making  )  now  this  ...  would  he  abandon  the  purpose  he  chose?  what  love  could  grow  from  that?

her  fingers  rise,  ungloved  for  once,  and  press  lightly  to  his  cheek  ―  calling  those  wide,  far  off  eyes,  to  find  a  fixed  point.      ❝      i  wish  this  wasn't  where  we  were  but  it  is.  i  can  help  you,  be  your  safe  place,  make  a  home  out  of  arrakeen  but  not  if  you  disrespect  the  water  my  people  gave  to  you.       ❞

[skywalkir]

starter call ⁕ @mentatemperor

" the desert is endless, " he mutters to himself, irritation rising & falling with every breath. he can almost feel the sand between his toes despite his boots & the heat prickles under his skin like an infection. " those living like this are either insane or destitute. "