#Kanli

[kanli-mim]

[15-lizards]

Was scared Tula was going to go “noooo I can’t kill my Atreides boyfriend bc of true love 🥺” and have no backbone but she said BEEF IS BEEF and did a deep cover sting operation to continue the blood feud nothing for respect for my revenge hungry teenagers

[hoetmazel]

cig ete dokunamama ve assssiri pismemis etleri yiyememe hastaligina sahibim

[american-baidu-yandex-contact]

Kanly

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[cervenakoviny]

Kornel a Ileana Ronayová, aka Kanli Kurt.

[mutsubaki]

AU, where Emperor forces Harkonnens and Atreides to end the kanly (because no active feud means they would stop forming alarming alliances with other houses), so Feyd-Rautha and Paul meet for the first time as teenagers in some house court. And they are infatuated with each other, as two young nobleman would (“You are such an exellent dualist, may I see your knife, it’s so unique”).

But there is a problem - for Feyd. Paul confesses - actually, he slips, and Feyd-Rautha deduces the rest - that he really is into someone he could never have because of their position in his father’s court. Feyd quickly connects this and the way Duncan Idaho spins Paul when they meet. And he is so, so jealous. He is an heir to a great and powerful house, he will inherit so much power, but he can’t compete with a grown man and a warrior with accomplishments of his own victories. He can’t compete with an ideal of a man that Paul wants to be and wants to be with. So he’s sulking and brooding and probably writing terrible poetry and rushes to get himself at least a spark of battle glory.

The catch is Paul deeply loves his mentour, but his childish love slowly transforms to adoration for a person who made his heart bloom for the first time. And Feyd-Rautha, even he isn’t the first, makes something else in him bloom.

[wendelsae]

Lankiveil

The name Lankiveil is generally believed to be a derivative of Llanc IV Il, apparently named for a young dead machine-prince of the Old Empire whose ferown-tomb still stands on an isolated isle. Shunning this paynim etymology, the Lankiveilis themselves commonly claim Lankiveil to have been the name of the deva that led St. Soobbesm, the bastard son of Maometh's brother's half-wife's concubine's sister, to the planet. The synthetic exegesis makes the angelic Lankiveil be the celestial rebirth of the prince after being freed from jahannam by Soobbesm's prayers.

The planet is noted for its heavy water cover and relatively cold temperature for a biospheric world. Native lifeforms are mostly at a rare Ordovician level of development. Despite this plethora of advanced alien creatures, the most famous animal of Lankiveil, the Vair or so-called Fur Whale, was until recently of Terranic origin.

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Lankiveil had a long history of political & marital entanglement with House Harkonnen, owing to the latter's homeworld of Giedi Prime being mainly of Lankiveili Buddhislamic faith after being swordily converted (from the Sikunic sect) by the infamous usurper-baron Maragir. After the kanly-extermination of House Lankiveil proper in 9997 by Philippos XV Atreides, the Landsraad elevated the native House Minor Rabban to the Amiralhaj County, under condition of feudal duty to their more prestigious kinsmen House Harkonnen.

One will note at once that the Comital title of the Rabbans would normally outrank the Baronial title of the Harkonnens. The Count Glossu, resenting the overlordship of his uncle, was often bothered by this. After the deposition of Leto I Atreides, Vladimir was eligible to claim the title of Duke of Arrakis by right of conquest and so regularize the ranking issue; he refused, on grounds of kanly-honor not to take a title filthied by his foe. Glossu apparently took this as a personal insult, and it is noted that in his last years he arrogated himself the quasi-title of Acting Duke of Arrakis, though never in communications with his uncle.

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There were two main industries on Lankiveil. The first & elder was the lucrative field of religious tourism, for Lankiveil was the great Fifth Kaaba of the largest branch of Orthodox Buddhislam in the known universe. Most of the northeastern archipelago was Sanghamosque land, with the great Ilamamates conventionally passed down to second sons of the House Minor families. The ruler of the planet held the prestigious title of Amiralhaj as secular guardian (and beneficiary) of the pilgrimages. Contrariwise, the Sanghamosque also took an important role in arming House Harkonnen. As an act of pious charity, the Ilamams would purchase enslaved soldiers from the interstellar markets, and free them in exchange for their conversion & renunciation. Naturally, the soldiers were expected to become not common renunciates, but continue their secular profession in a more spiritual tune as members of the Order of Black Chenrezig, the elite crusaders whom the Atreides contemptuously called the "Gwanyin Ghazis". It is said that Gurney Halleck's rejection of such an offer was the beginning of his personal vendetta with Glossu Rabban.

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The other great industry of Lankiveil was of course whale fur. Originally the peltes were merely one of the many products of the traditional whaling of the antarctic archipelago, and it was worn scarcely by even the secular magnates of the northern hemisphere. Buddhislamic teaching regarded the bloody industry as impure & sinful, and this impractical disgust at the livelihood of the southern isles was one contributor to the lack of progress made in catechizing them. And the Siridars, who were almost parasitic on the clergy who were their sole source of profit, did not dare dispute them.

This changed during the reign of Countess Falia Lankiveil-Harkonnen. Her predecessor & elder sister Irina, exposed in a scandalous relation with an Ilamam's designated heir, was found stabbed to death; chaukmurky had been poured into each of her wounds. Falia had spent much of her youth offworld on Kaitain, and when she arrived in Lankiveil's orbit she stopped there, did not descend, and had herself crowned there by a Noukker of the Sardaukar. For the next nine years she remained stationed in orbit while she opened the monasteries & mosques to the pillage of her offworld mercenaries. (Her descendant Muad'Dib, who made Countess Falia a saint of the Golden Elixir, once remarked that while his strategies were learned from hers, even the fury of his Fremen against the heretical homeworld of their oppressors had not matched the ferocity of the sack which she had worked on her own planet.) When she finally deigned descend to the planet to be welcomed by the condottieri she had enfeoffed, she wore a whale fur dress to signal that she was inaugurating a new Lankiveil; she wore the same a two months later on Kaitain for her wedding.

Having created demand and impatient to build up the industry, Falia opened up the planet to settlement from skilled seamen on very generous terms. Many came from many worlds, but the most numerous were the endonymous Astrapaistag- Nonconformist Vajrayana Christians from Yiretel. Their religion, preoccupied with the crucifixion, had little issue slaughtering the beasts that quickly became a symbol of their god.

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While Falia's successors did not continue her ruthlessly anticlerical policy, they did carry on the business she had established. The Buddhislamic clergy in time quietly economized their condemnation of the industry- all except a few monastic hardliners no longer preached against the wearing of the Vair; they merely condemned the unclean paynims who produced it. The Fur Whale was adopted as a symbol of the planet & house, and Lankiveil's southern hemisphere itself became known as Whales. However, an obvious problem quickly faced House Lankiveil- with their efficient industrialization, the whales were being killed faster than they could be replaced.

The original Vair was a creature descended from the fur seals of Old Earth, mostly evolved without artificial intervention. Gestation took three years and twins were rare, to grow to mature size took 50. In favorable markets, to harvest the whales at 20 years of age more than broke even on the cost of the harvest, but this killed them before they had long been in sexual maturity. This system could not go on.

These facts were explained to the Bene Tleilax, who quickly set to work improving the stock. In the first iteration, sexual maturity and growth were accelerated and brood size increased, but at the cost of maternal health; this proved unworkable. The second iteration brought a breakthrough. With appropriate sedation (that of course could be grown in the whale's own body through an additional organ) & the inclusion of certain clotting genes modified from the Yirateli manta, the whales could be captured by a suspensor carrywhale, flayed, and then set back in the sea still alive. Regrowing a pelt was, after all, far quicker than regrowing an entire whale. To protect the harvest the Vairs' natural predators, the indigenous endocerids, were exterminated by a targeted virus.

This revolution in whaling pleased the siridars, but it did not please the whalers. By this time the immigrant Astrapaistag had intermarried & syncretized with the native South Islanders, and the harvest of the whole whale was sacred to them. The new system was like torturing Christ without killing him. There were riots, which were suppressed. Emigration followed. The Buddhislamists, long envious of the favorable exemptions to the Faufreluches that Falia had given the Vajrayana Christians, pushed the siridars to act against this risk to their profits.

A six-year moratorium on emigration was announced while foreign workers were sought. After thirty years the ban was still in place, and the whaling airships had been stuffed with slaves. The Astrapaistag, disappointed by their lords, were courted by Atreides agents. A plan was formed, whereby the main Atreides force would divert Harkonnen attention by the seizure of a space port on Giedi Prime (and dig in, making no further forrays), the Count Rautha would then be murdered by his Falianag bodyguards, and a smaller elite Atreides force would then assist in the Astrapaistag seizure of their planet.

When word came that Giedi Prime faced an unexpected raid by House Ginaz and the Atreides were making their move at once to coordinate, the Lankiveili side of the plot was immediately set in motion. Count Rautha was slain, though his brother Sirush quickly retook the holy city of Haj. The Astrapaistag regime who had seized the Southern Isles were offered relatively lenient terms (Sirush was not entirely displeased with his brother's death), but Alipticon Corippus, their contact with the Atreides, warned them not to trust Sirush and urged them to wait for their allies to arrive. So they waited, and waited, while one by one the islands fell. The leaders of the revolt settled in for a lengthy siege on their last stronghold- they were told the Atreides had been delayed by a counterraid to Caladan but were on their way. But they were instead destroyed almost at once by an orbital strike. Sirush saw little issue with annihilating a single island, and he could rely on the Tleilaxu to help deal with any environmental aftereffects.

The Falianag bodyguard were hanged, drawn, & quartered, while the other Vajrayana Christians were crushed down to the lowest level of the Faufreluches, legally bound to the planet and indeed to their isles of residence, forbidden to practice any other occupation than the filthy art of whaling that their religion now cried out against. Alipticon, who of course had been the traitor, converted to the state religion with Sirush's personal oversight, and was rewarded for his loyalty by being enfeoffed Lord of the Southern Isles, thus to be lamented forever by his former people as the man who had sold his soul for Whales. His House Minor maintained an impeccable record of Buddhislamic piety, and centuries later his direct descendant Zeng Corippus was the Count Glossu Rabban's bashar on Arrakis.

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Free of the need to care about the Astrapaistag's scruples, House Lankiveil, and later House Rabban, gave the Tleilaxu a permanent contract to refine the Vair stock. Seeking greater efficiency, the serpentine vertebrate body plan was discarded in favor of skeletal-esophageal "windowpanes" linked by networks of furred skin. The introduction of this variety was detained only by the need to manufacture new forms of carrywhale to harvest with. Still iterations continued. Few of the high class consumers who bought & wore Vair knew that the original cuddly Fur Whale that seethed rampant on the House Rabban crest was extinct except in a few aquariums.

The Imperial Planetologist Timon Akat, whom Count Abulurd Rabban hired to examine the state of the oceans, reported that while the ecosystem seemed stable to support human life (or at least it was being altered so quickly that it couldn't destabilize), it seemed that almost all native or terranic macroscopic life apart from a few common fish species had been displaced by a trophic network of iterations, most of which bore only a very slant resemblance to the notions of fur or whale. He later wrote, "I'd had to deal with planets where religious dogma meant that there was widespread disbelief in evolution by natural selection, and Lankiveil was one of them, but it was only when speaking to the Bene Tleilax that I began to suspect that religions could exist that regarded evolution as very real, and also mortally sinful. I don't think the Harkonnens could restore their oceans even if they wanted to."

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The natives of Lankiveil are noted for greyish skin, bluish hair, and craggy rectangular faces; these features are common even among the Astrapaistag, who had intermarried much with the old whalers. Renunciates or partial renunciates to Lankiveili Buddhislam have a red triskelion with three dots tattooed on their forehead and cheeks, a triple symbol of the Three Jewels and the Three Muhammads.

[jaybushman]

How many ADHD folks were ruined by early exposure to Dune convincing us we needed to have “plans within plans” to survive?

Wait, just me?

[birbuketaycicegi]

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[kanli-mim]

[deepsuns]

rambling headcanons (part 1?)

feyd-rautha centric / house harkonnen

literally just my personal thoughts while writing out my feyd-rautha fanfic. feel free to use my ideas with credit if you like ❤️ enjoy my ridiculously large extrapolation of Dune material that sounds like insanity

• the marks painted on feyd-rautha's skin are rectangles, or purposefully/artfully changed rectangles. rectangles are relative to the number four, which in some cultures references "death". i would equate it, in relation to the harkonnens, as being from Slavic mythology - the god Svetovid has four heads and is a god of abundance/war (in which the harkonnens are engaged in kanly with house atreides, making it a good metaphor for fanfics). additionally, the rectangle is the metaphor used upon anything meant for use in life: here, in the arena, feyd-rautha is being prepared for "use" by the Baron to display himself during his birthday and appease the masses. with the rectangles painted upon his chest signifying the number four, feyd-rautha is being prepared to bring death in abundance for house harkonnen. with svetovid having four heads, i would also suspect these heads are the following: the Baron, feyd-rautha, lady jessica, and paul, each to represent an aspect of house harkonnen unconsciously.

• touch is a sacred thing. intimacy (true intimacy, that is, such as vulnerability/affection/tenderness) is a sacred thing. the harkonnens do not indulge in casual touch, but the Baron blasphemes this aspect of his house practice by doing so casually towards feyd-rautha (and so have those before him). the servants do not touch feyd-rautha at all during the preparation hall scene, and are wearing gloves to apply the ink/paste. in addition, feyd-rautha is careful not to truly touch anyone outside of canon typical violence. also, there is a heavy chance of poison being present on skin as well.

• house harkonnen is a house that admires power and strength. by that thought, we can assume that margot fenring's remark in the books ("here is one that will not let himself go to fat") internally as she regards feyd-rautha, insinuates that the baron has willingly let himself go to fat after his illness but is still respected due to his wealth and power. by comparison, feyd-rautha is the perfect visual of an heir and everything that the baron is not and he does his best to mold him into a different shape.

• feyd-rautha engages in mithridatism, or the self administration of lethal poisons in non-lethal amounts. it would not be out of the realm of possibility that assassination attempts happen often in regards to house harkonnen, and poison is the most subtle way to do so, whether it is by skin on skin contact, proximity, through food or drink, or simply touching an object.

• in house harkonnen, masochism/sadomasochism would be a heavy coping method, alongside extreme versions of hypersexuality. such a violent and dangerous house is doomed to have those who cannot stomach it or are majorly human, and manipulates their tastes in childhood to that of the extremes rather than normality.

[deficd]

"I agreed to a marriage." Rather, that old bloated bastard had on his behalf. Plans within plans. "And I never lie, witch."

All that he was, beloved liar never quite found utterance. The truth often proved a crueler blade, even if it must be painted up pretty when the need arose. He hadn't lied, not in front of the witches, the spoiled bride, the men that rule their houses like ice picks, like chemical spills.

Black seeds sprouted best in pretty gardens.

It was not difficult, remembering her scent long after the return from Ruushya. Spices and frost and rainfall without a chemical aftertaste. Stole a scarf to keep his memories clear, to keep himself from screaming out as rage crept in and defiance took root. He'd had so many playthings, so many soft bodies; none have been her, none have been Fox.

When Feyd-Rautha hooked his claws in, they either returned bloody or not at all.

"You've made a mess, boy," the Baron's voice filters through, though he sounds more amused than enraged, "Clean it up."

And that means, it means, do what you do best.

Feyd played with the blade at his waist, unsheathed it to inspect beneath the dim light. Black shadows dragging tongues over Lankiveil steel: his favorite. But he hadn't offered it to Alexei, not yet.

Gaze flickered over Fox, cascaded, her pool of fabric, the tears-mixed-blood he could see glittering beneath her veil. And she'd never looked more beautiful.

The na-Baron paced without conviction, licking his lips in thought. "Now, what's one daughter in place of another?" Stepped closer to Duke Alkaev, languid in appearance, though he was as ready to strike as the other man. "I was promised an Alkaev woman, and she's the one I choose. You'll either let me have her now, or when I follow you to Ruushya with my ships."

Playing on wombs as a commodity-- how could he know? How could he?

He hadn't.

"And I'd prefer not to cause a scene when your sullied daughter is preoccupied, swollen with my heir."

For the first time that evening, her lids lifted. Not the sister who stood before him, but the ghost amongst the other Bene Gesserit who had accompanied the Revered Mother for the union of the Great Houses. A heavy stone caught at the base of her throat, pebbles falling from it with each swallow to constrict the air in her lungs. She could not breathe as she looked upon the na-Baron from behind the netted veil poorly concealing her face, her expression.

"You lie," the Revered Mother ground out, her voice gravel skirting over marble. Betraying the shock and panic as the plans they had so carefully set before them unraveled. "You have already agreed to a marriage, you may not change your mind now." She was not above using the Voice on the young man she was now viewing as no more than a petulant child. "You do not know how to make an heir," she continued, turning up her nose. There would be no saving the situation, for his words had set in motion a catalyst fueled by decades of pain, resentment, jealousy.

Fox did not hear the slap of Kyla's had across his face over the rush of blood in her ears. Bowing her head as her sister turned her wrath back, toward her, where her hand came to impact again. The beads woven into the veil cut across her cheek, but she knew, her sister would not survive the cruelty without a few cuts of her own. "How could you." She hissed before pushing by her, their mother fretfully following behind.

Her head stayed bowed as the Revered Mother approached to speak with her own sisters. Convinced that there had been no possible outcome in which Feyd-Rautha's words had been true. There had scarcely been a night past that she had not thought of what he confessed to. That silent knowledge held between them in glances and the unlocking of a door. Over and over and over again, sleepless, twinning dark circles beneath both of their eyes. Bedsheets scalded clean day after day in shame, but how she held her pillow close to catch the scent of him. How she thought of his black-hole of a mouth, his fingers, his--

"Tell me it is not true," the Reverend Mother shook her from the reverie. Ancient hands squeezing her shoulders. Whispering sharply, though not so sharp that it was able to dislodge the stone in her throat. Fox was uncertain if his words had been true, if she carried his heir. There had been an unsettling lack of blood over the past moons and she did feel odd. Desperate and craving. She had no words for the Reverend Mother, but she did not need them, the other woman read it all on her face, pushing her forward like a prize he had won and one they were happy to be rid of. The plan was changing, but at least this one was more pliable than her sister, more devout--despite her Jezebel actions.

Fox stood where she had been pushed, tears mixing with the thin lines of blood on her cheek. Relieved and terrified and utterly unable to move another step. Instead, she bowed deeply enough that her knees hit the floor, skirts splaying around her. A motion of respect, of acceptance, and perhaps more importantly, a motion that kept her legs from going out beneath her as a weakness shot through her limbs.

"I will not have this." It was not the boom of a man seething with anger. It was the calm tone of one so wholly enraged that a knife was already in his hand as Alexei Alkaev moved to stand between them.

[sandwormrp]

A Soul For A Soul

Feyd Rautha Harkonnen x Leiana Atreides (OC) 614 words

Summary: Alternative Universe taking place at the end of Dune, Paul's twin sister Leiana interrupts the fight and Feyd ensures his place as ruler. Part of the Chaos Theory timeline.

Warning: Violence & Death

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It was down to one last final fight. Everything he’d ever wanted now at the tip of his fingers. Both their moves were timed and calculated. Blades and limbs clashing in an intense showdown. The Atreides had proven to be quite the formidable opponent. Though Feyd had been built for such a challenge. Designed at the hands of people far more destructive than he.

When it came down to the last moments, he’d gained the upper hand. Had gotten the sharp Crysknife embedded into the chest of the man they’d claimed was their Messiah. So much for his divinity. Too bad it wouldn’t save him from death. Feyd would take an immense amount of pleasure in making them all watch their god be snuffed out.

The Emperors blade came close to Paul’s chest, a hand grasped to prevent it but it merely slipped through his fingers. Edging closer to the mark.

A scream in the crowd willed them to stop. Feyd would have ignored it, this was Kanly after all and he was owed this death. Something in the words swirled in his mind preventing him from making the final blow and he recognized it as a Bene Gesserit strangle on him.

His head spun to find the source, fury in his eyes for being denied his prize. Eyes landed on the mother but her lips were tightly sealed. It was the other �� the twin — that had called for an end.

No, he thought.

His nose creased up in his frustration. Lungs regathering air in every pant. Preparing to fight against those words.

“I yield,” the rasped breath of his opponent came next. Paul followed his sisters cowardice. Feyd threw Paul to the ground in disgust. Taking the blade embedded in him to yank out and keep from him. Now the fight truly was over. He’d won. But not at all in the way he’d wanted to. He was owed a soul.

What would he want in return? Everything.

He was to marry the Corrino Princess, ensuring his right to the throne. He would remain as Baron of Arrakis and the titles of the other worlds his late Uncle carried.

But first-

Feyd stalked over to Leiana to face her. A dangerous look in his eyes spoke of his controlled fury. Raising his bloodied blade up to raise her chin to look at him. “You dare interrupt my fight? For that you will pay dearly, my darling.”

As quick as anything, his other arm holding the crysknife made one fast swoop across. Taking aim for the mother’s throat beside her. One fatal blow. Not one the Emperor would punish him over. These were traitors to the crown. He was doing the other a favour. Jessica Atreides would never again speak false prophecies. She would drown on her own blood at his feet. Denied the chance to have another abomination live.

Leiana could try to stop the bleeding. Could beg her mother to stay with her. None of it mattered anymore. This was his room to command now. Feyd looked back to the others with indifference. His voice a touch smoother than it had been just moments before.

“Gag the remaining Atreides and send them to the dungeons. I will deal with them in time.” He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at the men following his orders, “Give them no voice.”

As they were dragged away they would see Feyd moving back to the center of the room. Arms adjusting to flaunt his two blades. Corrino and Atreides at the tips of his fingers. Willing anyone to step forward and try to stop him.

“Anyone else brave enough to challenge me?”

Continued on our jcink rp!

[reythemandalor]

an AU where Paula Atreides and Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen are sent to to be ladies-in-waiting and companions to the Princess Irulan to make a friendship between the two houses and as a reminder that Houses Atreides and Harkonnen are still only servants to the Emperor.

The two girls share a room in the Princess' quarters, are made to learn good Imperium etiquette to prepare for betrothals and become quite close. The Emperor is happy for the gashes of kanly to be sewn shut through the bond between these two girls.

[bcswindler]

kendime hem bayiliyorum hem de kanli bicakliyiz

[paramounticebound]

A chuckle, mirthless and hollow, escaped from the cage of his chest. Wanting meant nothing, particularly in the narrow spotlight of the Duke Singh. Hypocritical, perhaps, as he was still a man and not liberated of desire himself. Oh, evident in the way his gaze raked over her, hungry.

"The Baron will be disappointed." Not a threat. Promised with a cutting tongue, a recently whetted blade. "He ought to know better."

Lomor hadn't been treading carefully. How could the greedy Baron expect House Singh to remain apathetic with the break of an affiliation? Minor House or no, his line had always been faithful of its alliances. He wondered if there were other motives at play-- there often were.

"I will send word to your father so you do not have to." And he would; he'd send it himself, without the need for an advisor or servant to do so. A personal matter required a personal touch.

"In the meanwhile, Anne, you need not worry. Continue your duties here."

The breath she released was one of relief. The anxiety she had felt before going to Khan had stopped her in her tracks more than once. Though their houses were in alliance and had been for some time, she knew that they could be fragile things. That a Major House could dissolve an alliance with a Minor House at any time.

She had been afraid to bring the news to him in case it was something he already knew. Though she was an Imperium Doctor, though she bore the black diamond tattoo, she was still a woman of a Minor House and her position was limited.

"Jealousy, I would presume," she answered. As an ally of House Singh, House Rovas held a higher status among other minor houses. "If I were to guess, Baron Lomor wants what we have."

She said nothing about the looks the Baron gave her during the last banquet. Once her father learned she had gone to Khan he would be quite cross. There was no need to add more fuel to the fire.