book based paul atreides . 20+ only . oc and crossover friendly . written by aj
“ Conversation ran short. ” [Sardaukar Marc]
UHURA LOOKED DOWN AT THE DEAD ROMULAN at Marc’s feet, clearly unprepared for the lone Sardaukar he would cross blades with this far out in the northern desert; Romulans proving better equipped to survive further in the desert than most who aren’t Fremen. With swift hands she immediately began stripping the body of anything valuable, upwards to collecting his water; water from Romulans being far more useful and consumable then the chemical-ridden water of the Harkonnens. While at her task, Uhura pried out loud at Marc the reason a singular Romulan was this far in the desert, clearly meant to survive out here for at least a week given the presence of that many rations and a frem-kit. But she was met with a very concise and unsatisfying reply– “ Conversation ran short. ” She certainly didn’t buy into the fact he attempted to extract any intelligence from his kill. Uhura was Fedaykin and few others understood the art and necessity behind combat as they did, but given the nature of the fight being for their very freedom and autonomy to live on their own world untrammeled by outworlders; they also deeply understood the necessity of subterfuge and interrogation. Setting aside a para-compass, the frem-kit, rations, various other small tools and devices, she spoke without looking up from the black, rubber pouch she filled with the body’s water of Marc’s dead Romulan, “ — you would think a Sardaukar would be interested to know why his enemy is so far from their normal patterns. Though I never thought Sardaukar did much thinking, so can I really say I’m surprised? ” The vitriol in her tone apotheosized at the very end of her statement, where she cut herself short, abruptly so. She didn’t like him. Very nearly the whole Sietch had shared this sentiment – until prophecy was spoken. Lines of holy script, but really just venomous propaganda spewed for centuries by Bene Gesserit missionaries. Uhura loved Layla – and yet no one in the Sietch could rile her to anger as quickly as Layla. The antecedent cause to that anger was always rooted in prophetic and religious beliefs that Uhura could simply not subscribe to; particularly in the exacting way with which Layla tended to believe in these Holy Signs. Holy Signs where Uhura only saw lies meant to enslave the faith and beliefs of her people, while Romulans and Harkonnens saw to enslave them in a more literal sense. Marc had fit the lines of prophecy; things about the foe becoming the friend, a man of three. Lines that didn’t even register as sensical to her nor did she care to have them explained by Layla inside of her religious fervor or Spock inside of his logical litanies. So it was decided to reform the Sardaukar rather than to take his water and give his body to the desert. Uhura didn’t understand it, and there was a large part of her that didn’t want to, not when she was there squatting on the ground watching the blood drip off his blade and wondering how much blood from her people ran down the same metal edge. Admittedly the only ones who really spoke to him in the Sietch, beyond functional discourse, were Spock and Layla. When the last of the water was drained, she threw the packs over her shoulders, and looking at his sword and back at Marc, she spat “ – feel better, Sardaukar? ”
@silverjetsystm
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑷𝑨𝑪𝑬 𝑶𝑫𝒀𝑬𝑺𝑺𝒀 𝑜𝑓 𝑴𝑰𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑳 𝑩𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑯𝑨𝑴 - 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑒𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 & 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠𝑜𝑑𝑦;𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑠.
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- 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘥; 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘥; 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 – 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 – 𝘚𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸.
HER BROTHER HAD LOOKED HOLLOWED OUT.
𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵; 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 – 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦.
𝘚𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 – 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 . . .
𝘚𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥; 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦, 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘹 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 –
- AND OVER.
𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵; 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.
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ɪɴᴅɪᴇ . ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴛ . sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ . ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀ/ᴏᴄ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ . ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ+
. 𝐼 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠
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P R O M O
header, icons & promo credit: @fasciinating
animated dividers: @cafekitsune
[ [ all other edits & graphics done by me ] ]
hello there, i’m 30+ & i am mostly writing in the aos / kelvin timeline, but am happy & open to writing inside other star trek timelines ( specifically tos & snw ), but my portrayal will always be grounded in the concepts of the aos trilogy.
quick guidelines: crossover / oc friendly, 21+, slow-moderate activity, multiship, triggers tagged [ — tw. ] & ooc tagged [ — ooc. ], DMs open for plotting & ooc only, extremely heavy on plotting & world building. some nsfw will appear & tagged accordingly. i do use small text, icons, with minimal formatting. will happily adjust anything for mutuals with eyesight difficulties. please operate with basic roleplay ettiquette & manners.
@fasciinating
I missed them so I drew them in the Klimt pose
“You Treat an Outside Wound with Rubbing Alcohol; You Treat an Inside Wound with Drinking Alcohol. It’s Science."
@silverjetsystm for steven!
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.
Incorrect Sand Quotes Pt. 1
@fasciinating , @endeavvor , @ensnchekov , @silverjetsystm , @lalamoon , @mutiineer
❛ I thought you were the ghost. ❜
❛ You got to figure it out. I'm not always gonna be here to help you. ❜
❛ Well, I guess that answers the old "if I asked you to drive off a cliff" scenario. ❜
❛ It's like we've forgotten who we are. Explorers, pioneers, not caretakers. ❜
❛ You're the one who doesn't belong. Born 40 years too late, or 40 years too early. ❜
❛ We used to look up in the sky and wonder at our place in the stars. Now we just look down and worry about our place in the dirt. ❜
❛ You were good at something and you never got a chance to do anything with it. I'm sorry. ❜
❛ Don't make me take you down again. Sit down! ❜
❛ It's pretty clear you don't want any visitors. So why don't you just let us back up from your fence and we'll be on our way? Huh? ❜
❛ You're sitting in the best-kept secret in the world. Nobody stumbles in here. Nobody stumbles out. ❜
❛ I hesitate to term it supernatural, but it definitely wasn't scientific. ❜
❛ We'll find a way. We always have. ❜
❛ Okay, now you need to tell me what your plan is to save the world. ❜
❛ We're not meant to save the world. We're meant to leave it. ❜
❛ You're asking me to hang everything on an almost. ❜
❛ I'm asking you to trust me. ❜
❛ This world was never enough for you, was it? ❜
❛ Don't trust the right thing done for the wrong reason. ❜
❛ Mankind was born on Earth, it was never meant to die here. ❜
❛ We're just here to be memories for our kids. ❜
❛ Once you're a parent, you're the ghost of your children's future. ❜
❛ You have no idea when you're coming back. No idea at all! ❜
❛ Don't make me leave like this. Come on! Don't make me leave like this! ❜
❛ I love you. Forever. You hear me? I love you forever, and I'm coming back. ❜
❛ We're going to be spending a lot of time together. We should learn to talk. ❜
❛ Absolute honesty isn't always the most diplomatic, nor the safest form of communication with emotional beings. ❜
❛ We'll be waiting for you when you get back. A little older, a little wiser, but happy to see you. ❜
❛ You don't think nature can be evil? ❜
❛ Why are you whispering? They can't hear you. ❜
❛ This gets to me. This. Millimeters of aluminum, that's it, and then nothing out there for millions of miles won't kill us in seconds. ❜
❛ Everybody ready to say goodbye to our solar system? ❜
❛ You can't just think about your family. Now you have to think bigger. ❜
❛ I told you to leave me! Why didn't you? ❜
❛ One of us was thinking about the mission! ❜
❛ I was trying to do the right thing! ❜
❛ Oh, we are not prepared for this. ❜
❛ You eggheads have the survival skills of a Boy Scout troop. ❜
❛ Time is relative, okay? It can stretch and it can squeeze, but it can't run backwards, it just can't. ❜
❛ When you become a parent, one thing becomes really clear. And that is that you want to make sure your children feel safe. ❜
❛ I thought I was prepared. I knew the theory. Reality's different. ❜
❛ There's nothing here for us. ❜
❛ So it would be a real good time for you to come back. ❜
❛ I didn't mean to intrude. It's just that I've never seen you in here before. ❜
❛ I'm not afraid of death. I'm afraid of time. ❜
❛ Are you calling my life's work nonsense? ❜
❛ Love isn't something we invented. It's observable, powerful. It has to mean something. ❜
❛ Love is the one thing we're capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space. Maybe we should trust that, even if we can't understand it yet. ❜
❛ I let you all down. ❜
❛ Pray you never learn just how good it can be to see another face. ❜
❛ I hadn't a lot of hope to begin with, but after so long, I had none. ❜
❛ I just want to know if you left me here to die. I just have to know. ❜
❛ There are some things that aren't meant to be known. ❜
❛ We can care deeply, selflessly about those we know, but that empathy rarely extends beyond our line of sight. ❜
❛ Panic won't help. We just have to keep working, same as ever. ❜
❛ Before you get all teary, remember that as a robot I have to do anything you say. ❜
❛ A machine doesn't improvise well because you can't program a fear of death. Our survival instinct is our single greatest source of inspiration. ❜
❛ When I left Earth, I thought I was prepared to die. ❜
❛ Nothing worked out the way it was supposed to. ❜
❛ You fucking coward. ❜
❛ Listen, if you're not going to go, let your family go. Just save your family. ❜
❛ Dad's not coming back. He never was coming back. ❜
❛ You're gonna save everybody? ❜
❛ He left us here to die. ❜
❛ Don't judge me. You were never tested like I was. Few men have been. ❜
❛ You're feeling it, aren't you? The survival instinct. That's what drove me. it's what drives all of us. ❜
❛ I'm sorry, I can't watch you go through this. I'm sorry. I thought I could, but I can't. ❜
❛ The only way humans have ever figured out of getting somewhere is to leave something behind. ❜
❛ No, don't go. Don't go, you idiot. ❜
❛ They didn't bring us here to change the past. ❜
❛ I don't care who describes it, there is no way for it to be exaggerated. It was that bad. ❜
❛ Is this really what it was like? ❜
❛ I don't care much for this pretending we're back where we started. I want to know where we are. Where we're going. ❜
❛ Nobody believed me. But I knew you'd come back. ❜
❛ No parent should have to watch their own child die. ❜