#INTCTHATGOODNIGHT. ( paul. )

[godresembled]

@intcthatgoodnight asked ❝ i revolt you, don’t i? ❞

He had been planning on ignoring her presence, gaze trained on the filmbook in front of him. But she deserved his honesty, though he didn't look at her as he answered. "No. But you cage me as much as I cage you."

[deficd]

@intcthatgoodnight / Alia whispered, ❝ They’re looking to you to guide them to greatness, as only you can. Take them there. ❞

Deliverance slackens in his fingertips.

He can because he must.

He can't because he's no force of will-- just the whisperings of it.

Paul can see their father in her eyes. It's in the way she looks at him and through him, unto spectacles that even he can't quite see. Narrow paths have jutting, sharp edges that wound, and certainly Alia knows that. His capillaries expand with her encouragement, though he knows all too well it isn't quite that.

"I will."

Can't, won't, shouldn't; as automatic as breathing. Doesn't do that so well anymore, not unless it's burrowed in Spice. Like a tether that chokes.

A process cannot be understood by stopping it. Understanding must move with the flow of the process, must join it and flow with it.

Sometimes it's easier to meld into Mentat in lieu of Bene Gesserit. Sometimes it's worthy.

Even when it hurts.

"But I want you to know, I'll appreciate any insight you have for me."

[brittlefcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight / paul sent a meme.

❛ you already know how this will end. ❜

A whisper of a smile plays at the edges of her lips, lingering for less than a heartbeat as she watches him with her glittering blue on blue eyes -- his own gaze glimmered with the spice, but for all the time that he had spent in the sands of Arrakis, he had yet to feel the inundation of the melange seep into the very marrow of his bones, the very essence of his being. All in due time.

How did she seem to him, she wondered? Young? Old? Ageless? She was not of his people, nor of the ones that he desired to call his. A stranger. A ghost. An angel. A demon? The world shimmered, and shifted around them. Part dream, part vision, part reality. It was difficult, especially in times like this when she was pushing her abilities to their limits to reach him in his altered mindset. His dreams were filled with monsters, and the tormented. Which did he belief himself to be?

"I already know ...." A contemplative pause. "All of the ways in which this might end." The difference was abundantly clear to her. She did not know him well enough, yet, to know if he understood the distinctions. She needed to gain his trust, to convince him to let her in, before anyone else could sink their hold into him. He could be the difference between life and death. The end of all that had come before. The beginning of something new. "Amongst them all, there is a path, treacherous, and difficult, that could lead you to the future you desire."

[impercre]

i will face my fear. (for chani, from paul)

DUNE (2021) PROMPTS | accepting

She watches him as if trying to decipher a riddle. They had shared the Tau during the Sietch Orgy, she had seen his visions. But she also still saw him as the untried youth who had made too much noise fleeing from the rest of her troupe, his skin was too pale and his eyes unclouded like a baby's.

She bumped his shoulder with hers, trying to coax him into a smile. "What are you afraid of, Usul, that you must face it?"

[godresembled]

He remembers the last moment he could have ended this; the stilltent creaking under the weight of the sandstorm, the spice invading his lungs and mind, Jessica's frightened face. The way the ducal ring had slid onto his finger the next morning, fitting better than it ought to have given how small he had still been compared to Leto.

Alia, in that stilltent with them, even if he hadn't realized it yet.

It would have been kinder if he had ended the prophecy then and there. No Muad'Dib, no Saint Alia. All of the lives and planets lost under the Fremen attacks would still be bustling. The Fremen would have waited thousands of more years ground under Harkonnen heel to hydrate their planet and claim their independence.

No wonder the gods had avoided existence before them.

"I thought of getting you a deck of Tarot cards." Paul hadn't ever been very good at lightening the mood before he'd become Muad'Dib, and he had to think about pitching his voice correctly into a joking tone, but he was always willing to try for her. His hand briefly tightened around hers again. "To keep us on our toes."

Alia giggled, the sound saccharine sweet, almost childish in a way she had never truly been and could only be with him. But in the span of a single heartbeat, the smile fell from her face, leaving behind something more contemplative. Sanctified before she lost her first milk tooth, Alia knew how to play her role well. The role her brother had placed her in. She was holy and heretic. Saint and witch. A spectacle for the pilgrims who crowded the streets of Arrakeen.

…Exhausting, yes.

“No more than it must be to be a God.” she replied. Muad’Dib was flesh and blood. Mortal. Same as she. Yet she heard the calls of those who worshiped him. More than a man. More than an Emperor. “What creatures they’ve made of us.”

For a moment, she closed her eyes, and a thousand voices echoed in her mind. (Such self-pity is unbecoming, ignoble child.) She shook her head in a single jerky movement.

[ner0ticmemories]

** nine people i'd like to know better ( mun )

last song: funked up by 𝖝𝖝𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖆 favorite color: black + all of them let's be real here currently watching: nothing :D spicy/savory/sweet: all three please! but not necessarily at the same time lmao relationship status: single pringle and ready to mingle cachooooow ;3 ( but i love my own space right now to not gonna fucking lie loooooooool ) current obsession: hmmmm, paul dano's the riddler is kind of one just because of the amount of content i've already put together for him, but i don't think i have a major obsession right now. just loving different things little bit by bit. :3

tagged by: @byronlc and @lcstinfantasy tagging : @houseofwisteria , @fantasywritten , @intcthatgoodnight , @r4chelamber , @progeniterror

[essenceofhispenance]

@intcthatgoodnight ASKED: they can't take you away from me. (PAUL)

"And they will not, beloved." she said softly with a hint of amusement. her hand gently rested on his forearm as if to channel some sense of calm.

"Does he frighten you?" She spoke softer then, as if more to the concept of God than to her man. She had not known him to lose yet. the mere idea seemed foreign, as did the concept of his potential for fear.

She had seen Usul afraid. Usul was flesh and blood. Usul was kind and loving. Muad'Dib was some divine prophet, perhaps something more divine than that. Where the man began and the myth ended, she wasn't sure.

It was the Atreides that frightened her. A being such as that was something else entirely.

"Nothing will happen." she spoke again, less confidently and more cautiously.

[thementat]

@intcthatgoodnight asked: i found my own way to it. you might find yours. (from leto)

Paul   stood   in   the   shadow   of   his   father,   the   words   lingering   in   the   air   between   them   like   the   faint   hum   of   a   shield   generator.   Paul's   jaw   tightened,   a   gesture   his   father   might   mistake   for   defiance,   but   it   was   not   that—not   entirely.   The   weight   of   Leto’s   gaze   was   steady,   calm,   yet   layered   with   something   Paul   could   not   yet   name.   Respect?   Expectation?

He   searched   his   father's   face   for   clarity,   finding   instead   the   well-worn   stoicism   that   so   often   masked   the   Duke’s   emotions.   Paul   felt   a   flicker   of   frustration   rise   within   him.   Did   Leto   truly   believe   Paul’s   way   would   simply   reveal   itself,   as   if   destiny   could   be   unraveled   like   a   spice-laden   desert   wind?   “And   what   if   I   don’t?”   Paul’s   voice   was   quieter   than   he   intended,   but   the   edge   in   it   was   clear.   He   looked   down   at   his   boots,   sand   still   clinging   to   the   edges   where   the   dunes   had   claimed   him   earlier   that   day.   “What   if   I   fail   to   find   a   way   at   all?”

As   Paul   stared   into   his   father’s   eyes,   a   deeper   understanding   began   to   stir.   The   path   would   not   be   given   to   him.   It   would   not   be   clear,   nor   would   it   be   easy.

[jigsawfcrged]

current drafts.

coinquinatvs

john & frank

amanda & paul

john & henry

joyce & henry

eric & henry

gabriel & henry

mark & henry

jill & paul

lawrence & henry

john & paul

john (resurrected) & henry

diana & paul

parker & john

orphanedshadow

john & kara

intcthatgoodnight

eric & will

dexter & amanda

diana & astra

maidencfdeath

eleanor & cassie

logan & cassie

john & cassie

diana & cassie

fantasywritten

allison & lindsey

lynn & adam

john & mark

eric & rigg

diana & john

omniterror

mark & evalyne

gam3-chang3r

jill & shaman

strawmade

eleanor & valthar

sheldoney

diana & sheldon

[inn0cencestrained]

[ forehead ] sender tenderly kisses receiver's forehead (for chani, from paul)

@intcthatgoodnight

The action causes the Fremen's brows to crease together at the gentle, yet firm, kiss to her forehead. Bright eyes find his darker ones when he pulls away and her hand comes to grab at his wrist gently.

"Hey," Chani whispers, scanning over his features as she tried read his emotions. "You're worried...what is it? What's wrong?"

[factiousfcrged]

Drafts:

0/2. riverguides. (pcu.)

0/1. somebadguys - wren. (pcu. )

0/2. aeternals - halston.

0/1. valiantsword. (pcu.)

0/1. defenderofthespear.

0/1. wanderingguest - anna.

0/1. aeternals - desi.

0/1. aeternals / astrakofe.

Memes tbc:

0/2. aeternals - halston.

0/1. aeternals - desi.

0/1. astrakofe.

0/1. galaxye - holden.

0/1. rubiesintherough - mahia.

Starters:

0/?. wanderingguest.

0/?. intcthatgoodnight.

0/1. draconisa.

0/1. coinquinatvs - miller.

0/1. coinquinatvs - paul.

0/1. losinmortalesperdidos - el aro.

[goliathfcrged]

Drafts:

0/1. wolfisheart.

Memes tbc.:

0/1. galaxye - holden.

0/1. aeternals - halston.

Starters:

0/?. wanderingguest.

0/?. intcthatgoodnight.

0/1. coinquinatvs - paul.

[ofbloodandbullets]

STARTERS. -- feel free to lmk if i've missed any.

dark!andy

jigscw

maidencfdeath

intcthatgoodnight - tony

intcthatgoodnight - will

aworldofyou - wan

aworldofyou - dolores

sxbaist

galacticshame - tbd

deficd - arthur morgan

blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn

moonknighttm

grcccvy

Draconisa

psych patient andyy

justicescreaming - kendra

smokedanced - hannibal

historic / etc org. penpal

masterwcrk

pryceism

adopted! kiddo

intcthatgoodnight - tbd

coinquinatvs - paul

reincarnated human lover

intcthatgoodnigh

coinquinatvs

lost item

sxbaise

faithsreward - phel

blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn

dominion

sxbaist

faithsreward - phel's return

blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn

trapped / starvation plot

thebrazenandbold - zoe

blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn - dex

old days / god king

justicescreaming - sam first meeting

faithsreward - first meeting

wanderingguest - anna and/ or eternals

[impercre]

i understand your impatience. (for paul, from leto)

DUNE (2021) PROMPTS | accepting

Paul looked embarrassed, it wasn't so much that he'd been reckless and caught with the fencing mirror at such a high setting but that his father knew. He saw his father so rarely these days disappointing him filled him with deep anxiety. "It was foolish." Forcing himself to rely on the Bene Gesserit control to keep his emotions in check. "I promise, it won't happen."

[supefcrged]

starter to do list, drafts, etc. all under the cut cause it’s long.  i have not had energy or brain or capacity to write for a couple weeks now between pain levels, kiddo’s birthday, money stress & the first week off of uni in two years last week - hopefully i’ll get back on the ball again once this pain subsides.  if i’ve missed anything please lmk.

short starter;

fexrbound

notimminent

strnza

ochrepaints

rooftop-blues

violetmidas

thesonofblackheart

maidencfdeath

intcthtatgoodnight; bruce, lucy, tony etc.

just escaped;

shermerclassclown

bigidiotenergy / mysterio boys verse

w/boys;

shermerclassclown

bnjmin

wrathfl

in cage;

vetrovcalamity

smokedanced; 10

dochaes

shippy;

thesongbiird

notimminent

coinquinatvs

bigidiotenergy - mysterio

para;

liberty-belle

butcherw

thesongbiird

tornions; kara

lettherebemonsters; gunpowder

small shippy;

redemptics

notimminent

coiinquinatvs

comfort thread;

coinquinatvs

tornaers; vera

dhampiravidi; jayn

scbsliinger

redemptics

madeahero

frosthidden

dark kimiko;

dhampiravidi; jayn

orphanedshadow

halloween;

coinquinatvs - harley

songbirdsandsugar (drafted)

orphanedshadow

tornions; kara

ghostlyxsserenade

lettherebemonsters; gunpowder

madeahero

domestic / pre-estab;

americanasitgets

natalianovanon

tornions; kara

coinquinatvs; paul

songbirdsandsugar

DRAFTS.

coinquinatvs;paul

developedniche

benignhomecoming

fexrbound

fiivvee

soleiltm

developedniche

dhampiravidi

tornaers

maelstrom-muse

intcthatgoodnight; lucy

coinquinatvs; frank

orphanedshadow

thewxnderer; soldier boy

bigidiotenergy; the mute

theshitman

thebrazenandbold

getitdcne

coinquinatvs; paul

madeahero

shipping call;

thewxnderer; sb

uultiwrites; steve and or bucky

coinquinatvs; paul + ?

[godresembled]

Dragging eyes upward to meet hers, Paul studied her for a moment. He wouldn't argue with her; it would be an exercise in pointlessness when she was factually correct. Turning off the filmbook, he drew back against his chair, putting a handful more inches between them. "We are." And he ought to treat her more kindly, he knew. It was becoming too easy to be cold and callous. "You do not revolt me. Becoming emperor revolted me." He grimaced at the admittance. "It has been easier to take it out on you. I shouldn't have."

Irulan stood in the doorway, studying her husband's profile, her lips pressed together in a tight line. She considered simply walking away - conversations with Paul were never productive and usually left her feeling more frustrated than anything. But instead, she walked across the room and sat across from him. She would not be ignored. “You may not have made this cage or placed us within it, but it was you who locked the door.” As she spoke, she casually straightened her skirts before delicately folding her hands in her lap. “And now we are trapped together.”