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hey guys just a heads up (literally for you guys I'm fighting lololol) (I'm going to behead you) (I promise) (:3) my uncle says I'm not allowed to have a party as wild as last year, so no blood sacrifices this time :(

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do it anyway lol

#a third "atredies" has entered the arena #we only have enough drugs for two lol #might just blame it on the Baron #fingers crossed it works

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Istg if the new reverend mother brings her weird musty son to this place I might actually quit.

#fr he looks like he eats them

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I hate arakkis. I've told my father that I hate arakkis so many times. But guess where we're going on holiday??? A-FUCKING-RAKKIS

Istg it's actually child abuse at this point.

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maybe you should just give it back to us lmao

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why is that bald freak kinda...

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does anyone know if they do baja blast in South Arrakis? craving some rn

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I know a place dw

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MOM WTF I ALMOST DIED

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He almost died! AS WRITTEN!!!!!!

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Guys I'm 90% that My Spice-Fuelled Romance is going to release a new album this year.

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Am I not good enough for you??

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honey, all we asked you to do was the gom jabar, and you ended up getting. impregnated by that measly, vile, and absolutely disgusting freak.

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Omg I'm going to be a dad??? :D

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erm what the sigma

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MOM HOW DOES SHE HAVE TUMBLR SHES INSIDE OF YOU??

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It's the way

#as written

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riding a sandworm with my bf <333

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ilysm ♡♡♡

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damn where's your weird cannibal club when you need them

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I need everyone to understand about the fremen.

They do not cry. Ever.

To give water to the dead is the most sacred honor that anyone could give but they rarely and never do that because it's ingrained in them to not waste water from birth. A single tear could mean life and death for them. To give water to the living? Unheard of.

Paul crying over killing Jamis in the book was a moment that astonished the fremen around him. Jessica ponders their reactions and knows that this is a holy moment.

Jessica then forcing Chani to cry for Paul(this was not in the book btw but I love it) is the ultimate betrayal of her autonomy. To force her to give what is essentially a piece of her life to him without her consent is sacrilegious and she knows it.

Water of Life indeed.

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Promise pt. 3

PAUL ATREIDES X READER

You were to remain on Arrakis to aid in destroying the Atreides family: a Bene Gesserit trained assassin working for the Harkonnen House. It shouldn't have been hard to kill The Duke Leto's son with your Crysknife, however, love can be messier than blood.

You were unsure when it hit you as to what Paul was truly trying to accomplish. Was it when you were ready to draw your blade or when he looked you dead in the eyes with that godforsaken beautiful expression on his face? It was just unfair how he was able to halt your motions by looking at you; his grey-blue pupils looking brighter than the Arrakian sun as the moons shone down from above. It would've been an easy kill, really. But something told you that your plan wasn't going to work out.

In hesitation, you removed your hand from the hilt of your knife and allowed yourself to be lost in his gaze. Suddenly, he placed his lips on yours. You had heard of kissing before, but only in the books on the old worlds that the Harkonnens had within their library. Never thinking to experience it, you hadn't prepared yourself to combat it. In a way, it was more difficult than going over battle strategies or studying the history of The Imperium.

But to your surprise....you enjoyed kissing Paul.

He slowly moved himself away from you, looking into your eyes to try and get a glimpse of an emotion from you; any emotion at all would suffice. He felt warm as he enveloped himself into the embrace that was your kiss; thinking over and over his actions and pondering the potential consequences of them. Your eyes glimmered with something that he was unable to make out in the dark but he knew it was a ferocity equivalent to anger. But then, everything changed. Your face had softened and your eyes grew slightly wet. To say he was astonished by the fact that you could have any other emotion than coldness was an understatement. But he did know that he wanted to capture that look into his memory for as long as he lived.

And then- the impossible happened. You smiled.

"Paul..." Before you could get another word out, his lips were upon yours again, this time more feverishly. Your fingers intertwined in his hair as you forgot completely about the mission you were forced to pursue. The only thing your mind was capable of thinking was the boy in front of you.

Pulling away once more, he rested his head to yours. There was a softness that had entered the room now that all formalities had come to an end; the sound of heavy breathing was the only thing to be heard as you allowed the gap between the two of you to proceed once more.

"I've thought about doing that for a while now. I didn't think I would ever be granted the chance." He smiled.

"Paul." You said.

"Hm?"

"You just made my job a lot easier."

Suddenly a large boom could be heard from the outside. Before he had time to ask you what you meant, a brilliant orange light filled the window above and covered the dark night littered with stars. Something was burning.

He jumped up from where he was laying and immediately ran to the hallway, in hopes of glancing at some of the guards who would tell him what was going on. For the second time that night Paul was astonished. There were no guards anywhere in the vicinity. In fact, everything seemed dead besides from the war that raged outside.

You exited the room right after Paul. Heading for the stairs, you ran to make your way outside. This was it. Vladimir must've finally engaged in his plans. The coolness of the slab floor beneath your feet and the crisp air of the hallway was oddly enough like a slap in the face; a universal gesture saying, "This is it. Run for it."

Taking in harsh breaths as he watched your descent, Paul pushed back his hair and beelined towards his room. Throwing open the door in his haste, he quickly threw on a pair of training clothes and started to search for his shield. Once he found it, he would be able to slip it on and use it to withhold enemy attacks. Hopefully, they weren't familiar with technology from Caladan, whomever these attackers were. He quickly remembered the Hunter-Seeker from earlier. That wasn't a typical gadget known to Arrakis. Yet they had known.

Throwing a cape over his shoulders, he made his way to the commotion.

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Jessica threw water over her still features as she glanced at herself in the mirror. There was something odd about the way her face had taken shape over the past couple of days, and she wondered if it could be sinking in due to her stress from the move. Arrakis wasn't her ideal home, but she was learning to make do with what she had considering she didn't have a choice in the matter. If Paul was really proven to be the Muad'Dib, then he wouldn't have been able to fulfill his prophecy on Caladan. Not that that was her reason for moving, but it was definitely an image that plagued her mind. Her son, all grown up. Constantly living in danger.

It was every parent's dream.

Sighing to herself, she fixed the straps on her nightgown and opened the door to her shared bedroom with the Duke Leto. The room itself was a dark brass color with ancient inscriptions on the walls and ceilings and an abundance of space. It was intimate with the way the room was dimly lit with candles; something again that she didn't see a lot of on Caladan. Her home used to be dark and gothic, with a clear view of grey skies and rain through every window. It was beautiful and perfect. And now she was stuck in a summery wasteland.

Sighing to herself, she slipped into the silky sheets that adorned the top of her mattress. The Duke's side of the bed was cold, as usual, meaning that there was something keeping him in the office; he would probably just sleep among the books again if given the change. The truth was, Jessica didn't like being alone, no. It was a type of loneliness that festered within the very being of her soul when it came to the nights she would find herself with only her thoughts to keep her company. Bene Gesserit, Muad'Dib, the Crysknife. Anything and everything that would pull on her heartstrings until awaking the next morning became a feat in itself.

And that mischievous son of hers. There was no way that he was staying out of trouble, not with you around. Jessica saw every glance in your direction that you didn't; Paul had quickly become infatuated with you. Whether it was because of the close proximity in age or if it was the brief conversations beforehand, she was surprised that her son had taken interest in a servant girl. No matter, he would eventually come to his senses.

One thing was for certain though. Jessica did not like you.

She tried to place her finger on exactly what it might be, but she just couldn't figure out why she found you so detestable. It had nothing to do with her son's intentions and everything to do with your demeanor. You were strong and held a face of power that all the servants she had met in her life didn't have. Almost like...almost like a Bene Gesserit.

As Jessica threw back her covers in realization, the house shook with the first blast of the enemy attack.

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"Ataraxia!" Paul huffed after you once he caught a glimpse of your frame on the desert sands below. Cloak whipping around you, you held something close to your chest as you ran across the cool sands and towards the ships that started to invade the sky. With the fire burning behind you and the blaring of the bombs above, it was truly a sight to be seen as chunks of sand and ship debris flew around the night sky. The stars twinkling overhead managed to look so innocent compared to the rest of the setting; Paul being similar. The innocence that filled his eyes upon catching your gaze once you turned around at the sound of your name. His hair flying about and his nervous stance added to his confusion as you started to walk towards him.

"I promised to take your head. But if you wish to go with me entirely, I can't complain. My uncle desires your death more than the Fremens desire that cursed spice." You tried to voice your words with anger; getting closer and closer to the boy who had it coming from the start. It wasn't fair for him to do this to you, not now that you were so far into the game already. This kiss had really set you off and now you didn't know what to make of yourself. It wasn't fair. What compelled you to act like this?

Paul reached for the shield in his pocket and then- it hit him. Why you acted the way you did. What drew him in. You were never an ally to him or his family. The name Harkonnen filled his mind like a violent poison, reaching every crevice of his soul and leaving a dark empty void within him. It polluted the very veins within him, ripping out his heart and leaving a vile taste in his mouth. You were a traitor.

"O-oh." Was all he managed to say as he placed his hand on his chest in hopes to still his breathing. A dark and solemn look suddenly appearing on his face; he composed himself and gathered every ounce of strength within him as he prepared for a fight, remembering back to everything that Hawat had taught him. Turning on his shield, he furrowed his eyebrows and tried to change the image in his mind of you to become the enemy and not a lover, but to no avail. He couldn't hate you even if he tried to.

"Seriously, how dense do you have to be?" You said, expecting to be reveling off the fact that he had fallen directly into your trap. Yet something in you felt off. Paul was hurt and for some reason, it hurt you too.

"Ataraxia -"

"It's (Y/N)." You corrected him, now finally being able to give away your true name instead of going undercover with that stupid alias your uncle had made. "(Y/N) Harkonnen." Another blast of light was seen in the sky with a loud boom that followed. A piece of one of the Harkonnen ships flew overhead and landed about forty feet behind Paul, giving you the distraction you needed to attack. Without giving it too much thought, you ran forward and made a quick motion with your knife to try and slit Paul's throat. He must've anticipated this, for in a second his hands gripped both your wrists to try and hold you down. With surprise, you knee him in the stomach and drop down to grab your knife, placing it up to his throat once more. The shield around him started to burn with the color red as you held the knife in close contact, trying to break the device with the longer you held it there.

"Atara-(Y/N)! You don't have to do this!" Paul managed to get out between huffs. He used his previous training to break out of your grasp and to pin your arms behind your back, both of you falling to the sand. He holds you in place as you squirm in his grip, staring at him from above.

"You know, I might've actually enjoyed this under different circumstances." You kicked him in the face and waited for his natural retaliation before jumping up and pushing him back down, kicking him in the face and spraying blood from his nose onto the brown earth below. He had a gash along the underside of his chin and most definitely a broken nose. However; you hated to admit that he was still beautiful, even all bashed up and bruised.

"Oh fuck off." He spat and swerved out of the way before you could kick him again.

Just then the ground started to shake but in a way that was both familiar....and alarming. Your heart fell into the pit of your stomach as your brain put two and two together, knowing that the imminent threat of danger was Paul no longer. It was the Shai Hulud that buried itself deep within the sands.

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(AN: Part four coming soon! Thank you all for being so patient with the third installment! 💛🦐)

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This Is The Life You Chose Pt 2.

NSFW SMUT 18+

No Minors Allowed Please...

You looked up at her as if understanding the undertones of her warning, she wanted you as her protector and no one else. she trusted you and would trust no one else with her life. you looked down at the bottle in her hands and decided to make the choice. you softly grabbed the bottle from her hands and drank the entire thing. she looked at you with lust glazing over her eyes. she didn't think you would do it, she more so thought it would be a challenging attempt at trying to convince you. you closed your eyes and felt the water run deep, it swirled through your veins like an ocean and coated every ounce of your being with its ancient liquid. you slightly grunted feeling it reach your chest and your heart began to slightly pump a little faster. once the liquid hit your core you whimpered quietly and bit your lip to try to hide the affects it had on you. she saw your veins turn blue ad bit her own lip to stifle a moan.

" Montie".? she put her hand on your cheek to see if you were okay, after a moment you opened your eyes and the portals that were once a green forest were now a blue ocean. "i..it worked". you spoke softly. Jessica took a little more time to look into your eyes, her hand felt so warm on your cheek yet to others she could be so cold. you searched her own eyes for any sign of hesitation and began leaning in closer. her lips brushed against yours before closing the gap between you. her moans sounded like music to your ears, and the spice that you smoked privy to you being dragged to her palace was still i your system being mixed with the water that has now indeed changed your life.

you put your hands on her waist and pulled her flush against you hearing her heartbeat in your ears, she wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you with her to the bed behind her. "m...my lady should we be doing this right now"? you asked, but she wasn't hearing any of it. she ripped the top of your still suit off to expose your broad chest and strong shoulders, after Leto's death she's been wanting a man to give her what she has been craving for years. "c'mere". she whispered bringing you into the kiss again. your hands begin having a mind of there own, you open the front side of her robe and grab her breasts in your hands while kissing her passionately. she arches into your hands and bites her lip losing her fingers in your long locs. "Montie please". she whispered and moaned in your ear. her neediness was beginning to do things to you and so was the water you drank.

you trailed your kisses from her lips to her jawline slightly biting and nibbling down the column of her neck dragging your tongue inch by inch down the valley of her breasts until you got to her stomach and stopped just above her navel. she gasped as she felt your thumb rub against the soaked fabric beneath her. "Is this because of me my lady"? you asked curiously. "J..Jessica, call me Jessica". she moaned breathlessly. "Jessica". you said, her name rolling off your tongue. you took all the time in the world to unravel her, nipping and sucking the outer layer of skin on her thigh to kissing her clit with such deliciously slow delicacy that she mewled and whined while attempting to push your face closer. the moment finally came from you when your suit became uncomfortable tight in the lower region. so you crawled off of her and slid the rest of your suit off.

Jessica bit the inside of her cheek when she saw the way your cock nearly pulsed in your boxers. she smirked to herself and pulled you back on top of her. your lower half slightly nudged her clit from the impact and she arched into you again feeling her pulse rise. she leaned into your ear and whispered the nastiest things to you, like how she wanted you to hold her legs open and fuck her deep to how she wants you to lay her on her stomach and fuck her in a chokehold. "make me beg and scream Montie, please make me fall apart". how long has this woman been touch starved. you thought. you ripped off her underwear and yours spitting on your hand to lube your cock up fairly well. for her it took no lube due to her being wet to prior ministrations. you lined yourself up between her folds and slowly pushed yourself in so you could bottom out. her eyes rolled to the back of her head with a delicious moan and she dug her nails into your back eliciting a hiss from you. "shhh i know baby i know but you wanted this right". you said lowly. once you bottomed out you rolled your hips and paced your thrusts at a decent pace, not to slow yet not too fast. "fuck, ugh Montie yes just like that". she moaned.

" such a good boy for mommy". she groaned, the pet name made you shiver even more. so much more that you picked up the pace just a tad. you grabbed onto her hips and fucked her deeper. never in your life did you ever think this is what you would be doing but it was happening and you weren't complaining a bit. after a few hours of fucking her raw and dumb you flipped her over and put her in a chokehold grinding into her ass to hit that one spot that made her see stars. "you like when daddy fucks you huh princess". you grunted into her ear feeling her clench around you. "such a pretty pussy". you praised in her ear. she bit her lip and fisted the bed sheets hard, so hard she tore the fabric. your moans got more and more frequent with every thrust. which for Jessica was a warning that you'd be coming soon. "A...are you coming daddy".? Jessica asked in the sultry rasp you crave. with that question you tensed up and came inside of her with such vigor that she shivered from the orgasm you both had at the same time. "fuuuuuuuck". you moaned and bit her shoulder almost enough to make it bleed. once you two calmed down and she was resting her head on your chest you, only then were you able to speak. "i will give my life for you Jessica, for this is the life i chose".

This Is The Life You Chose

living in the desert you had to change a lot about yourself and the way you lived, you used to live in California in a house wedged between two redwood trees in the forest. how you ended up in Arrakis was a mystery that was yet to be solved. it didn't take much convincing for you to become right hand to the Bene Gesserit lady Jessica. she spoke very little to those around her but to you, it felt strange because she always had a lot to say. she would ask you if you were okay, if you slept well or if you ate even. it would go pretty much like this. "Montie do make sure you drink water and eat today, and sit up straight you'll get horrendous back pain little one". the pet name nearly killed you but you managed to lock your feelings away rather tightly. lady Jessica picked you to be her right hand for reasons unknown, the first day you met did not go how you planned at all.

you were outside your tent with a blunt in your hand smoking the spice of the sands enjoying the air and sunlight, preparing to mentally get ready for the day ahead. out of nowhere you saw two men walk up to you wielding swords, because you were an outcast being in your position you could easily get killed and no one would care to notice, so you ran up and tripped the man from under him summersaulted behind him and got back on your feet putting him in a chokehold before he could touch you. the other man got socked clean in the face by your elbow before you got touched. "who are you two...what do you want".!!!you asked your eyes burning with spice. though you were high off the dunes of Arrakis you senses heightened tremendously.

" Lady Jessica would like a word with you". the man under your hold spoke softly as to not piss you off any further. "so you had to get my attention by trying to kill me." you spoke with venom lacing your tone. "she wanted us to test your strength, as you are to be her new right hand." the other man said. "the fuck happened to the first one". you asked plainly. the men looked at each other and that gave you your answer. -TIME SKIP- Back at the palace lady Jessica sat in her chambers awaiting your arrival, once she heard the doors open she stood up and approached you. "My lady if you wanted my services a simple note or delivery would have been accepted". you said softly. the woman raked over your features, the way your shoulders arms and chest stuck out the most in your still suit. how your legs bulked and sculpted the linings of the suit and how your hair fell in locs past your shoulders. the rivers of locs were flowing with sand and spice sparkled in every one from the dunes you ventured through. your beautiful green eyes told a million stories.

Lady Jessica didn't speak to you much but merely thanked you without words for being her new protector. "what is your name dear one"? she asked lowly, her sultry voice sending shivers straight to your core. "Montie". you spoke freely. she nodded slowly and circled you, she reached for a blue liquid that swirled in a glass vile like a calm river flowing downstream. "what's that my lady". you asked. this is the water of life, it can show you things in this world that no human is supposed to see. but the choice to join me is yours". she said gazing at you with her piercing blue eyes. "if i refuse"? you asked challengingly. she stepped closer to you and raised an eyebrow as if accepting your challenge. she leaned close enough to your ear for her lips to softly graze the lobe. "you will join me".