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PRINCESS IRULAN AESTHETIC
I'm so obsessed for Duna and bene gesserit aesthetic, especially Irulan, she's so queen (I mean empress
#bene gesserit#dune#irulan corrino#kwisatz haderach#lisan al gaib#paul x irulan#princess irulan#empress#dune messiah#florence pugh
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the rage of a harkonnen (dune: part two)
pairings: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Fem!Reader
summary: The Emperor’s second born daughter, Harauna, has never been truly seen by her father; Her light always being dimmed by the shine of her older sister, Irulan. As Maud’Dib continues fighting on Arrakis and her father’s spot falls farther into jeopardy, Princess Harauna sees an opportunity to finally find her place in the Imperium…Wife of the possible Emperor, ruling alongside Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. (3.9k)
a/n: i’ve already seen this movie twice and i’m going again😛 austin’s performance is so compelling, i couldn’t take my eyes off of him whenever he was on screen. i hope you all liked feyd-rautha as much as i do…otherwise i may be crazy. anyway, as always, ur interaction is greatly appreciated, ily<3
warnings: blood, death, abuse
in this story, yn is: Harauna Corrino (Harkonnen)
10191 // month 1 // 📍kaitan
“Paul Atreides is not our only prospect.” Reverend Mother Mohiam reveals, standing before you and your sister. “The Baron’s youngest nephew, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, will inherit Arrakis. He may be the answer.”
Your eyes open wide, the name itself sending shivers down your spine. You, along with all of your family, knew of Feyd-Rautha - Knew of the Sadistic Harkonnen, known for slaughtering anyone who challenges him, even his own people.
“Feyd-Rautha?” Irulan furrows her brows, “He’s psychotic.”
“That’s irrelevant. The question is…can we control him?”
You stare up at the Reverend Mother’s black veil, an idea striking you.
Since a child, it’s always been Princess Irulan - The Emperor’s daughter. Irulan will inherit the thrones, Irulan will marry Paul Atreides, Irulan will rule the empire. Never once has your father taken the time to look at you. Never once has he asked the Reverend Mother how you are as a Bene Gesserit. If he did, he’d come to learn that you’re just as equipped to take on the role of Empress as your sister.
You know what you know - You know how impossible it is to ever be worthy of attention in your father’s eyes. The sound of marrying the prince, possibly the future Emperor, doesn’t seem distasteful. Is he a terrible man, yes. May he turn out to be a worse husband, yes. But God forgive you if you choose being the possible ruler of the empire over being second best.
“I will marry Feyd-Rautha…” You suggest, coming out as more of a squeak.
Their eyes dart to yours, Irulan’s gaze feeling more like knives piercing your head.
“Young Harauna-“
“No.” Your sister interjects, turning your body toward hers. “Are you crazy? Feyd-Rautha is the last man you need to marry.”
“Irulan, I want to.” You push back, your voice low. “He may be Emperor one day, we need to secure that opportunity. Do we not, Reverend Mother?”
“We absolutely do, Harauna.”
Irulan’s jaw hangs open, looking between the two of you.
“Are you serious? Reverend Mother, you know Feyd-Rautha. You’ve seen him with your own eyes - You want Hara anywhere near that?”
“She’s thinking of the Imperium, Irulan. Should Paul Atreides be alive, he will want the throne.”
“Feyd-Rautha won’t go down without a fight…” You finish for her.
“Precisely. If he loses, Paul will have a bride awaiting him.” She gestures to your sister. “But if he reigns supreme, he’ll have a Corrino by his side.”
Irulan only shakes her head, disbelief glossing in her eyes.
“Hara…”
“Sister, I need to do this.” You whisper, softly squeezing her hands. “I can’t make decisions like you…I’m not you.”
“W- What does that mean, Hara? I don’t understand-“
“If I get in line for the throne…” You begin. “If I secure a spot for myself in the Empire, I will be nearly equal to you in father’s eyes. I’ll mean something to someone.”
A tear threatens to fall as she struggles to find words.
“You mean something to me.” She shrugs, now wondering if that holds any value to you. “If I lose you to the Harkonnens…If I have to stay here alone while you’re on Giedi Prime I don’t know how I’ll-“ She quickly wipes her eyes, taking a breath. “I don’t know how I’ll survive this impending war without you, Hara.”
You tilt your head, bringing your hand to Irulan’s cheek.
“Write to me, Irulan.” You smile, forcing back your own tears as you solidify this departure in your head. “Send messages to Giedi Prime, will you? Write them like you do your entries and I swear to you I’ll read each one. No matter what happens with the Harkonnen’s, I’ll always have my sister back home on my side, right?”
A thick silence falls upon the three of you, Irulan fighting between perplex and terror as her hands began to quiver in yours.
“I’ll alert the Emperor.” Reverend Mother says, leaving the two of you.
Alone, your sister pulls you into an embrace, one of the tighter ones. She allows her tears to land on your garments, her shoulders trembling as small whimpers escape her lips.
“Don’t do this, Hara.”
10191 // month 3 // 📍giedi prime
“On your birthday of all days. The Baron should know better than to jeopardize his soon to be Planetary Governor in such a public manner. You could’ve died.”
“I would not have died.” Your husband fiddles with his blade.
“All slaves should be drugged, should they not?” You remind him. “It’d have taken only one swift slash of the Atreides’ blade and The Baron would’ve lost his heir. He’s insane.”
“Careful, wife.” He warns, “The Baron is flawed but his promises are rich.”
“What could he possibly promise you that’s more important than the entirety of this planet?”
He stares, his eyes scanning you up and down as a small smirk grows on his face.
“The entirety of Arrakis.”
Creases form on your forehead, your words coming out as stammers.
“…He promises you…Arrakis?”
“If I manage to control spice production.” He explains, reveling in your dumbfounded expression.
Your mind immediately imagines your life on Arrakis, a fate you’ve never considered. The plan was to marry Feyd-Rautha, be by his side when he defeats his opponents, have your father kneel to him, and rule the Imperium from the planet of the Harkonnens. But now, thoughts of working from the dune covered planet makes the hair on the back of your neck rise.
“But-“ You clear your throat, “Um - Is that not Rabban’s job?”
“Rabban failed.” He seethes. “He humiliates house Harkonnen with each Fremen attack he allows. With me ruling the mission, there will be no more.”
“What’s the plan? Once you’re on Arrakis who’s to say my father won’t order you out? What if he doesn’t like how you handle-“
“The Emperor has a set fate too, Harauna. If we were to expose what he did to the Atreides’, the houses would explode. A rise against the Emperor would ensue.” He nears you, looking down at your wide eyes as he bares his blackened mouth. “The throne would be ours to take.”
You don’t know if he meant to admit to what he’s admitted to. Though, you have no doubt he’d tell you his plans to kill your father to your face, indifferent to what you might think. But even Feyd-Rautha should have some sort of limit, shouldn’t he?
“Feyd…” You murmur, “What will happen to him? What will happen to my house? My Reverend Mother, my sisters? They’re innocent they don’t deserve-“
He rolls his eyes, turning away in the midst of your oration. “Princess Harauna asks too many questions.” He returns to his spot across the room. “If you want to sit next to me as Empress, I suggest you straighten out a bit, hm?”
10191 // month 3 // 📍giedi prime
14 hours later
Feyd-Rautha’s room reeks of deceased Harkonnen bodies and dried blood as you storm in, a scowl on your face.
Inside, you see your husband squatted by a dead servant, one that if you look too close you may realize is an acquaintance of yours.
‘FEYD-RAUTHA RABBA HARKO-‘ He’s carved into her pale white skin, his letters bleeding into each other.
The Princess Harauna 3 months ago would scream at the sight. She’d turn and run, alerting her Reverend Mother and father that a cold blooded murderer has gotten into your home. Only…this is home. The man carving names into bodies isn’t a stranger, not an intruder, but the man you married.
Though you’re not sure he knows it, seeing as you can practically taste the Bene Gesserit on him.
You shove, hard, knocking Feyd-Rautha off balance and onto the concrete floor.
“What the-
“Seriously!?” You shout, watching his bewildered expression looking back at you. “You’ve not been of age for one whole day and you’ve already betrayed me!”
“You watch yourself, woman.” He warns you, spite in his eyes.
“I can smell her on you.” You say, knowing all of the signs of a Bene Gesserit’s work, and a sexually vulnerable Feyd-Rautha. “She could be carrying your child!”
Your husband quickly calms himself, seemingly deciding not to waste energy on someone like you. On someone like his wife.
“Would you stop that yelling?” He mumbles, turning and beginning to smear the blood across the mutilated arm.
“How dare you.” You scoff. “I’m meant to be your princess. I’m meant to be your queen Feyd-Rautha! Not some girl who was on a mission. A Bene Gesserit who was here to test you and didn’t want you for more than one night-“
“You’re not any better!” He rises, his demeanor changing like night and day in a split second.
The minute he gets angry, his energy dominates the room. “Don’t you ever think you’re a better woman for being a power hungry leech who called dibs on the heir before anyone else.” He jabs, lowering until he’s in your face.
Your jaw hangs open, offense quickly overpowering the fear that you often feel in the presence of an angry Feyd-Rautha. Or any Feyd-Rautha, at that.
“I don’t need you.” Your eyes pierce his, flames igniting in yours. “I’m the Emperor’s daughter, I was second in line for the throne. If anything, you needed me to get to where you-“
The wind is knocked out of you as your husband grabs your neck, instantly cutting off your words. He grins, nearly frothing at the mouth as he always does at the slightest hint of violence. He feeds off of violence, in the face of which most people quiver he greets it with a big smile, he yearns for violence, he is violence.
“I needed you, huh?” His face about brushes yours, his saliva dripping onto you. “I wasn’t at home being neglected by daddy, Harauna. I wasn’t the second choice. I didn’t need to marry to get power. I wasn’t worthless.”
He’s entranced, his hand on your throat tightening with each sentence until you’re sure it’ll snap. You claw at his stained hands, collecting the blood of his servants under your nails.
“Husband-“ You croak, feeling the pressure in your head increase.
Feyd-Rautha only smiles, adrenaline rushing throughout him as he contemplates letting this be the end of you. Maybe he should rid himself of this royal burden before she sits with him at the top.
“Know your place, princess.” He whispers before letting you go with a shove.
You drop to the floor, crashing into the bloody bodies on the ground and fighting for your pipes to reopen. You frantically heave as he looks down at you once more, evil in his eyes, before he leaves you where you are.
Weeps escape you, feeling selfish as you cry in the presence of women who got it much worse.
But you don’t dare complain. For you asked for this. Your sister warned you, your logic warned you. Nevertheless, in times like this, the possibility of being ruler of the Imperium outweighs the possibility of dying due to your attempts.
“Be the worst position in the highest room.” Your father used to tell you, “For some never make it to the room.”
10191 // month 4 // 📍starship
The low hum of the frigate gives the cold ambience some character. Rabban lounges across the kitchen table, his feet up on the marble. Your husband sits a few chairs down from you, sheathing and unsheathing his blade, creating a repetitive sound for the two of you to suffer through.
“Princess Harauna.” You hear as the grand doors within the starship open. A servant enters, seemingly a younger version of the Baron, with a thin metal tube in his hand.
The big man hands it to you, bowing slightly before shuffling away.
“Say thanks to the piggy.” Feyd-Rautha teases, a devilish grin on his face.
Rabban slightly chuckles as you eye your husband, sighing before opening the letter.
“To my sister, Hara.”
Your eyes gleam, seeming to scan faster and faster the more and more you read. The two men in the room with you don’t seem to notice, mindlessly engaging in their own boredom as the ship heats up in the weather of Arrakis.
You shut the tube with a click, looking down at it as you weakly attempt to process what you’ve just read.
“Paul Atreides…is coming.” You reveal, catching the attention of Rabban and Feyd-Rautha. “He makes his way from the south.”
“Paul Atreides is dead.” Rabban corrects you.
“He didn’t die in the attack-“
“I know that, woman!” He abruptly shouts, banging the table. “I saw to it myself, him and his mother died in the-“
“Sandstorm.” You finish, much quieter than he began. “But he didn’t.”
Your husband has turned his body toward you, now intently listening.
“They live - And they challenge my father now.” You look up at the two of them, “Him. He must be this Maud’Dib, this Lisan-Al-Gaib. Who else would it be?”
“Wait,” Feyd speaks up, “Challenge your father for what, exactly?”
You meet his gaze before reopening the letter, searching for the Irulan’s line on the challenge:
Paul Atreides will arrive unannounced when we land in Arrakis in a challenge for the throne.
Rabban shakes his head. “There’s no longer a need for the Emperor on Arrakis.” He misses the point, “We’ve got the spice production under control. The old bastard can stay home.”
Feyd-Rautha leans his elbows in his knees, looking up at you with that same evil look he gets whenever a dangerous plan arises.
“Atreides’,” He thinks aloud, “They’re little rats. Insects that keep popping up no matter how many times you exterminate.”
“Should I alert the Baron?” Rabban asks, speaking quicker than his acute brain can think.
“You will do no such thing.” Feyd demands, conjuring up his plan in his much more suitable brain. “Since the Emperor is deciding to pay us a visit despite the work l've done here…Maybe the Atreides' will do the bloody work for us. Keep us in the good graces of the Great Houses."
Bloody work, he says. The exposure and diminishing of your father’s name he means.
“Brother.” Rabban counters, “The Atreides’ - The Fremen - They’ll have us outnumbered. Uncle should be aware-“
“You will do no such thing.” His brother orders, now loosely pointing his blade toward Rabban. “The throne is mine therefore the throne is yours. The Baron won’t make Harkonnen the greatest house, brother. I will” He leers.
“Husband,” You voice reason, seeing all of the ways you could lose your promised spot to this scheme. “If it comes to a fight and Paul beats you-“
“He won’t beat me.”
“But if this challenge doesn’t go our way,” You hypothesize, “We could lose everything. Paul Atreides won’t let my father live, not after what he’s done. My family will hold no power, my sister will be-“
"I will remain unharmed, will I not? As will my brother.” He redirects. “Are we not your biggest concern anymore? Are we not your family, Harauna?"
…
The ship gets hotter and hotter as you near Arrakeen. Feyd-Rautha meddles with his torso buttons on the opposite side of the room as you stare at the screen in your bedroom, broadcasting the sandy terrain of the new planet.
“What would your plans be as Emperor, Feyd-Rautha?” You query, eyes locked on the family owned land.
He sighs as he always does when you open your mouth, as if nothing his wife says is worthwhile.
“Princess Harauna asks too many questions.” He repeats.
“Just answer me…Please.” You urge, the question having appeared in your mind minutes ago and hasn’t stopped nagging since.
“What do you think my plans are, princess?” He turns toward you, his dark and threatening eyes seeming to dim the entire room. “I’m going to make the entire Imperium Harkonnen. Our family will be the most powerful spice harvesters anyone’s ever seen.” He begins, “I’ll give my Empress a child, grow our empire, and teach my princeling how to rule.”
You listen intently, trying your hardest to envision your life going from Princess of Kaitan, to wife of the heir, to Empress of the Imperium beside Feyd-Rautha, of all men.
Be the worst position in the highest room.
Your husband goes on. “Caladan will be a thing of the past. Atreides will be a thing of the past. Harkonnen will be the great house and any others will just be…Maud’Dib.” He chuckles.
“‘Your Empress’...” You point out, never having heard your name. You only wish to hear where you and your family stand in his master plan. “Would it be me?”
He gives you his undivided attention, letting go of his leather vest. “Why must you talk so much about things that don’t matter?” He asks, true indifference and apathy in his tone.
For some never make it to the room.
“…Is it me or no one?” You speak up, your voice frantically running before your mind can catch up. “Is it me or death, Feyd-Rautha?”
Your attitude shifts in the middle of your sentence as you realize where you’ve heard these exact words before.
“You or no one, Irulan.” Your father would say, stroking your sister’s hair while the rest of you sat and waited for nothing.
Never in your life did you plan to sit in a Harkonnen’s bedroom and beg for his approval. For his confirmation that you were his.
But here you are, begging the worst of men to love you the way The Emperor never did. The way he never will.
“In two moons I will be Emperor.” Feyd-Rautha strides toward you, holding your hands in his as he bores. “Harauna Harkonnen will be next to me.”
A smile grows wide on your face; An odd, yet full, feeling of acceptance spiraling throughout you.
His eyes suddenly seem to get even darker as his grip on your hands morphs into a crushing clutch. “For as long as she knows her place, she will remain.”
Ice replaces the once warm feeling in your veins. Your smile fades as his grows, watching the fear in you rise with each squeeze of your fingers. Tears form in your eyes as the reality of your situation sets in once more as it has over and over since you step foot on Giedi Prime.
But you don’t dare complain. For you asked for this. Your sister warned you, your logic warned you.
10191 // month 4 // 📍arrakeen
two days later
You all stand completely still, your heartbeat seeming to be louder than the atomics outside of the Emperor’s structure. Inside the ring of Sardukaur lies your family; Irulan hiding behind your father as Maud’Dib, in front of your eyes, holds a blade over the Baron.
You and Feyd-Rautha stand alone across the walkway, your husband seemingly hypnotized by Paul Atreides as he plunges it into his uncles neck. Your hand resting on Feyd’s lower back vibrates as his breathing heavies, being just as amazed by Paul as you are.
The both of your mouths hang open, and for once, you and your husband seem to be on the same page. Paul begins barking orders at your father as you bring your lips to Feyd’s ear, speaking in a hushed whisper to not interfere with the daring Paul Maud’Dib.
“In the event of your death…” You begin. He slightly cocks his head toward you, listening. “Would you have me marry him?”
Paul gives one last daring look at the sea of people standing against him, though, he seems as fearless as your husband as his expression never wavers from stone.
“Is he worthy?”
Feyd-Rautha doesn’t so much as flinch at your comment, new, for a man like him. You can’t help but believe it’s because you’re right. The na-Baron recognizes that the viciousness that is Paul Atreides, no matter how unexpected, is a perfect match for him. A perfect match for his wife.
Is he wrong to admit that if not him, Paul may be the closest thing to fit to be Emperor of the universe?
…
You’ve never laid eyes on a fight so glorious. The two most powerful and ferocious men on Arrakis clinking their blades again and again in a battle for the throne.
The room falls silent as your husband lodges his sword into Paul, holding him close as one of the two release an animalistic roar. His mother stands, his Fremen’s mouths hang agape, your husband just hardly smiles at you over his shoulder.
You can’t help but feel a sense of dread boiling in your stomach. Yes - You want Feyd-Rautha to reign supreme. Yes, you want to be Empress. But as you watch the devilish sneer on his face fill out as Paul’s blood stains his pasty hand, your heart seems to be pulling you in another direction. You’ve always been quite talented at telling good from bad; But Maud’Dib, you can’t seem to figure out. He lays in the gray area in between the two, you determine.
Your reflection is quickly halted as the squelching sound of an edge piercing skin fills the room. You sway to the side, eyes wide as you see Paul’s hand gripping the handle, the rest buried into your husband’s heart.
A gasp escapes many in the room, you included as a hand flies to your mouth. You and your father very well may be the only people in the room who are rooting for Feyd-Rautha. Knowing this, the smiles that sprinkle themselves on attendants throughout the room quickly after the inhale isn’t unanticipated.
“You…” His raspy voice is almost too quiet for you to catch as he fights for each breath. “You fought well…Atreides.”
He slowly turns his head just far enough to have you in his sight. Even in death, Feyd-Rautha remains as menacing as the day you first met him.
He has no words for you. He only bares that stupid, prideful, blackened smile that got him stabbed in the first place.
You seem in a trance as you watch his body thud to the floor, looking as lifeless as the women on his bedroom floor back home.
“Lisan-Al-Gaib!” A Fremen leader calls, breaking the silence as his people repeat after him.
Paul Atreides, Feyd-Rautha’s murderer, rises. He limps toward you and your family, prompting your sister to swiftly grab your free hand as the other slowly lowers from your lips.
You had no love for Feyd-Rautha, nothing real. For him you experienced nothing that you should feel for a husband. Nevertheless, the tears flow all the same.
"The life debt has been paid.” Irulan blurts, squeezing your hand as Paul nears you. “Spare my father and I will be your willing bride. The throne will be yours."
Her words snap you out of your haze, throwing you into the face of reality as it strikes you in the heart.
"I'll take the hand of your daughter. She will remain safe and we will rule together over the empire." Paul declared.
In the span of seconds you imagine the moment a trillion different ways. If only he had nodded toward you, not Irulan.
‘Where is integrity?’ You wonder.
Where is honor in sacrifice when you've given all you know to give and you still don't win. You can never seem to come out on top. You can never seem to be first…But your sister can, as she always does.
You snatch your hand away from your Irulan’s; Your eyes glued to your father, now kneeling, as rage grows within you. The rage of all of the rejection you've faced, the rage of all you have given to get to where you are, the rage of now wishing Feyd-Rautha had stuck Paul Atreides' head on a spike for all of Arrakis to see.
The rage of a Harkonnen.
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The first Empress Masterlist
Plot: Emperor Shaddam IV has three children. After the death of Irulan's mother he remarried Monique Atreides, a Bene Gesserit, twin sister of Duke Leto Atreides. What he did not know was that the twins that Monique birthed were not biologically his but of the imperial planetologist Silgasq, a Fremen who went to Kaitain to serve at the court of the Corrino. Monique and Silgasq had really loved each other and Megan and Jeremy had grown up knowing they were not Corrino but Atreides and Fremen. The Emperor, as soon as the twins' genes became certain, had Silgasq executed before their eyes. From that day on, Megan and Jeremy had sworn that they would avenge their father. According to the plan Bene Gesserit Megan, the protagonist, is destined to marry Feyd Rautha Harkonnen. In an arranged marriage there is often no love: Feyd is a cruel, violent and dangerous man. A man who can destroy you deep down if you’re not strong enough. Upon learning of the marriage, the young Na-Baron grinned: Megan’s beauty was known to the entire universe. He wanted her to become his pet to play with, have fun with and have children with. What he didn’t expect was her to be a strong, cunning and ruthless young woman. He had underestimated that marriage, underestimated the attraction he would have felt for her. For her part, Megan, focused exclusively on the idea of revenge, had found in Feyd her greatest distraction. Her greatest weakness. She couldn't resist him. Can an arranged marriage become sincere? Feyd Rautha is psychotic, will he be able to really love her? Megan’s planning her revenge, will Feyd help her?
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Outfits I think book Irulan would wear:
When she goes to Ix while plotting. Lots of furs, with pearls as embellishments, beautiful, asture yet good enough to conceal a tiny hidden weapon maybe?
A few headpieces for when the occasion demands:
Something like this at court to appear more imposing
And something like this for a state function
She'd stick to layering like we saw her in the movie, in order to project her importance as Empress and also because the layers act as her own armour against the world.
I think she'd also go with a lot of monochrome fits, white and silver in particular not only because they enhance her features but also give the feeling of innocence, a mask of sorts but also a power move combined with the head piece, something very dichotomous.
She would include jackets and coats in her wardrobe with intricate detailing, a bene gesserit hidden pattern to send a message
Or something subtly showing allegiance to her father and parent house while also establishing her own role.
For something more relaxed she'd combine the colours of corrino and atreides, an orangeish blue, her own take perhaps and borrow some symbolism from arrakis, a looser style with yellow for the desert.
Lastly, I think her robes and casual attire though, would reflect her inner feelings the most. Gold for royalty along with symbolising the lions of her house, flowy silhouettes for comfort with some structure to show the routine and duty she holds dear.
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KEYNDOM⸻ INDEPENDENT, MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE AND SELECTIVE BLOG FOR PRINCESS IRULAN CORRINO FROM THE DUNE FRANCHISE. BASED ON THE MOVIEVERSE WITH INFLUENCES FROM BOOKS AND MAINLY HEADCANON BASED. CST + 3. SHE/HER. WRITTEN BY CALI. (#)
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05.ㅤ| BANNED FACECLAIMS. elizabeth olsen, scarlett johansson, jeremy renner, amber heard, allison mack, gal gadot, johnny depp.
06.ㅤ| ㅤㅤcreditsㅤ : psd, graphics, promo are all done made by me through my resource blog. some days i will be iconless and others i will use them, mostly when i'm at home. [i write novella, multi-para and single line as well text roleplay via discord/tupperbox and tumblr as well].
07.ㅤ| ㅤㅤshippingㅤ : ㅤ shipping is wonderful and it's one of my favorite things in the world. irulan is canonically going to marry paul as part of the new pact and become empress. i would love to explore their marriage and dynamic but i will not push this, but i believe the movies are going on an interesting note for them. for crossover shisp, all of them all welcome.
08.ㅤ| ㅤㅤDNIㅤ : ㅤ due to personal reasons, i won't be roleplaying with characters from the following fandoms. DC'S STARGIRL, PEACEMAKER, MUSES FROM THE BATMAN (2022) AND HORROR MUSES BASED (SELECTIVE), WRESTLING FACECLAIMS. unless we are friends. on my other non ck related muses i don't mind but i have had some bad experiences in the past [personal DNI can be given in privacy, however no name drops will be given here as none of the people are bad and DNI worthy, just uncomfortable].
09.ㅤ| ㅤㅤetiquetteㅤ : ㅤ don't godmod my muse. small things are welcomed. irulan is a bene gesserit of hidden rank with a few of their abilities trained. she is however, very much human but if your muse wants to hurt her psychically, you need to let me know i just want to be given a heads up if you will ever do a thing to hurt them. i assure you, i will not mind if plotted. [as well, don't assume ships with me unless we are friends].
10.ㅤ| changes: ㅤhere are a few of the changes regarding my irulan as i follow her from the movies and what could be, knowing of a few changes they did to the books.
chani leaving at the end instead of bowing down leaves open for exploration of irulan and paul's relationship, as a political alliance and as a marriage. even odd parallels between leto and jessica.
irulan is trained by the bene gesserit, however, she is told she is weak due to her individuality and not following most of the rules that are set for her.
i believe irulan is fascinated by paul atreides, aware that his mother went against rules to birth a boy when only girls are in the order.
she is a writer and scribe and transcribe stories from one language to another and speaks plenty of them.
regardless of paul, irulan always knew she was meant to be empress.
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“I saw a woman clothed with the sun, the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown with twelve stars.”
Independent and Selective Irulan of House Corrino, Empress of the Imperium and Consort of Paul Atreides.
Based on the writings of Frank Herbert and various media.
18+. Open to anyone from any fandom.
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CANON MUSE LIST.
Leto Atreides.
Tertiary muse. The Red Duke. FC: Oscar Isaac.
Jessica Nerus.
Secondary muse. The Reverend Mother. FC: Rebecca Ferguson.
Paul Atreides.
Primary muse. The Lisan al Gaib. FC: Timothée Chalamet.
Alia Atreides.
Secondary muse. The Saint of the Knife. FC: Emilia Clarke.
Anirul Corrino.
Primary muse. The Empress Dowager. FC: Olivia Cooke.
Irulan Corrino.
Primary muse. The Empress. FC: Florence Pugh.
Duncan Idaho.
Tertiary muse. The Swordmaster. FC: Jason Momoa.
OC MUSE LIST.
Deara Corrino.
The Empress Who Never Was. FCs: Milly Alcock & Naomi Watts.
Calla Ginaz.
The Jewel. FC: Jodie Comer.
Solana Moritani.
The Blade. FC: Alisha Boe.
Siona Vernius.
The Just. FC: Jessie Mei Li
Helena Fenring.
The Countess. FC: Anya Chalotra.
Nerys Nebiro.
The Wise. FC: Savannah Steyn.
Seha Mapes.
The Feydakin. FC: Amber Midthunder.
Sheets TBA. Also, I will write other muses upon request, but I will deny certain muses (ex. the Baron Vladimir Harkonnen).
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TAKEN CHARACTER
Name: Princess Rugi Corrino
House: House Corrino
FC: Emmy Rossum
Bio:
Rugi was the last of the daughters born to the Emperor and his Empress Anirul, a Bene Gesserit of Hidden Rank. Her childhood was that of a typical princess of the Emperor of the Known Universe. She was instructed in the ways of the Bene Gesserit almost from birth. She was taught by her mother until it was decided by the Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam that Rugi would benefit more at the Mother School on Wallach IX. At the tender age of five years old she was shipped off to Wallach IX to be taught by the Sisterhood themselves.
Growing up at the Mother School, Rugi developed something of a rebellious streak. If she had a solaris for every time she was told she was nothing like her sister Irulan, she'd be richer than her father. The Sisters told Rugi that her sister, Irulan was the perfect princess and the most astute student. That it was Irulan who would inherit her father's throne and be married to a Great House. Rugi began to hate her family from all that she was told.
When her mother's death was reported, Rugi wanted to die. From her memories her mother was a kind hearted person and truly loved her. She wanted to come back to Kaitain for her funeral but her father denied her that and told her to stay at the Mother School.
When her father lost his throne to Paul Atreides, Rugi was secretly happy. Her father deserved everything. Shaddam ordered her to join him on Salusa Secundus, she refused him. He exploded and as her father ordered her to stay at the Mother School until she was assigned as either a wife or concubine. That is where we find her now.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, specifically regarding chani. chani who's titled a concibine, lower than irulan's own as empress, but given more than she's ever been before. by their shared husband, though only hers in title & when they need to be seen together during events. it's cold, it's hollow. irulan holds discontent toward the fremen woman, envious of her for getting a side of paul she's likely to never see. granted basic dignity, compassion, consideration where irulan is not. yet, at the same time irulan has always admired, in some genuine sense deep down, chani's firey spirit. her abilities as a fighter. her voice. office door opens & empress doesn't lift her eye for the moment, hand busy finishing the thought being written down on paper. a letter for her sister, a request to visit from little rugi. however, when they do, she asks: ❛ can i help you with anything, chani ? ❜ clearly it's something if she's coming to her. ❛ nothings amiss, is it ? ❜
[ * @siharkis liked for a starter ! > irulan corrino for chani kynes ]
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to be an heir to a noble lineage is to be built rather than birthed. princess and na-baron alike, each breath is the continued success of the bene gesserit's great plot. one cannot be a stranger to that which runs through them. history has sacrificed to them so much blood, and they pass through vein and artery without a second glance, vindicated to take their place at the throne. the title of empress will one day be hers has she any right to it? the arena shakes with the thrill of the scene before her: the future heir of house harkonnen standing upon a mountain of corpses. the roar of the crowd is deafening, so loud it feels tactile. it seems a miracle geidi prime has not disrupted its own orbit. the match is over, there are no survivors. there has never been survivors. escorts stand and begin their prodding, insistent to keep this visit on schedule. abandoning her seat is abandoning the reach of geidi prime's black sunlight, every hallway drenching her further in darkness. the arena's layout is suffocating, all stairwells and corridors and the drumbeat of her own footsteps. how fitting to make her descend to far to meet him. this trip is a necessary display of good will between the houses. it is an honor to be chosen, it is horrific to be present. princess irulan sits in her disgust like a warm bath, drenched in loathing as a means of ablution, convincing herself moral purity can be achieved through a frown. she spots him before anything else, an unflinching figure of marble in the vacuum of the colosseum's private rooms. "na-baron," her head inclines, civility tasting like iron on her tongue. congratulations are in order.
@rauther, sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet.
her jaw comes askew, her heartbeat quickening, the world narrowing down to the inch of ground before her shoes. spit pools at the bottom of his lip, tinged red against the blank canvas of his skin. he lashes out like a child, stamps out life like one might slap at an insect. who will be left to serve him by the time he reaches ascendency? he is spoiled by the routine gladiatorial combat on geidi prime, by the enduring worship of his citizens. feyd-rautha na-baron. psychotic, pampered prince. irulan’s stomach turns. cruelty is so often swept away to the grumbling underbelly of the corrino empire. violence is not her currency--- her flavor of carnage has always been much less literal. surely he knows this. does he wish for someone to finally grant him the gift of their disapproval? all of this thinking, contemplation, paralysis. who loses more than the ones who do not act? the princess corrino falls back on all of which she has been taught by the bene gesserit, next intake of breath measured, eyes locking onto his. tooth meets tooth, tendons flexing with the force she uses to close her open mouth. he will not have the satisfaction of her horror. "it's an honor."
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Honestly the more about Irulan I learn the more I become an Irulan apologist
#I fully understand her decisions#if I was in love with a man who loved another woman and couldn’t escape him for twelve fucking years#I think I would legitimately lose my mind#i’m not exaggerating#I mean I would lose. my. fucking. mind.#like seriously#fuck Paul for the way he treats her#Irulan deserved better#at least tell the poor girl what kind of quote-unquote wife she’ll be#BEFORE you quote-unquote marry her#didn’t even crown my girl empress#just cause he made a promise to another girl and loved her instead#fuck you that’s not Irulan’s fault#she didn’t plot against you#she just loved you you fucking dick#shut up maggie#dune#princess irulan#irulan corrino#irulan apologist#I guess that’s me now
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Someone else got to my question, so I'm mixing it up in here. 😂 Top five ~fictional~ royals!
Thanks for the ask! 😊
In no particular order:
1. Pretty much all the monarchs from the Queen's Thief series by Megan Whelan Turner, but I have a particular soft spot for the Queen of Attolia - she who cannot allow herself soft spots, she who poisoned her husband by banking on him eating from her plate and taking her wine cup from her to drink, the same way he would have taken her throne and country...and thus dying from the poison she had laced the wine with, barely letting it touch her own lips.
2. Emperor Gregor Vorbarra from the Vorkosgian Saga by Lois McMaster Bujold. The ruler of three planets since he was five years old, he gradually develops throughout the series from an inexperienced young man being used by various factions in his court to outplaying them all and becoming the extremely capable, if burdened, emperor of a militarized feudal space empire...all without losing his mind or his humanity. A favourite quote: "Both of my parents died in political intrigue before I was six years old, a fact you might have researched. Did you think you were dealing with an amateur?"
3. Sabriel and Touchstone from The Old Kingdom series by Garth Nix. Benevolent necromancer queen and warrior berserker king defending their kingdom from the Dead and chaotic Free Magic and, in Touchstone's case, shaving off decades of his life to restore and maintain Charter Magic. Always trying to be there for their children, even when they have to put their royal duties first. So desperately in love with each other.
4. Irulan Corrino from the Dune series by Frank Herbert. Groomed by the Bene Gessiret to be the wife of the Kwisatz Haderach, she ends up married to Paul Atreides in order for him to take her father's throne...while fully aware that he's totally in love with Chani (who's become his concubine) and that Irulan herself has become meaningless and will never bear an Imperial heir. She's also an important historian and her works saturate the books of the main Dune series at least. I love her and I want to protect her.
5. Catherine the Great and Peter III from The Great, created by Tony McNamara. Catherine's trying to overthrow her husband and become the beneficent Empress of Russia, and is having a bit of trouble with it. Peter's a scary man-child who is also strangely compelling and just wants to be loved. They fight crime are immensely fun to watch (and write).
Honourable mentions:
Richard III as written by William Shakespeare. An utter bastard, but by god he's glorious to watch! 'Can I do this, and cannot get a crown? Tut, were it farther off, I'll pluck it down.'
Youko Nakajima from The Twelve Kingdoms by Fuyumi Ono, an ordinary high school student who is dragged into a fantastical world and ends up becoming the queen of one of the world's twelve kingdoms - and, even though her rule is mandated by heaven, she also has to figure out how to actually be a queen.
Padmé Amidala from The Phantom Menace. Fourteen year old monarch of a whole planet, which is actually the norm for Naboo??? Fantastic.
#answering ask#the queen's thief#queen of attolia#gregor vorbarra#vorkosigan saga#sabriel#touchstone#the old kingdom#irulan corrino#dune#richard III#youko nakajima#the twelve kingdoms#padme amidala#the phantom menace#catherine the great#peter III of russia#the great#the great hulu#hulu the great
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Irulan Corrino—quick&lazy facts
comes from a big ol’ misogynist mess of a scifi canon
oldest princess of an empire, gets forcibly married to paul atreides to legitimize his takeover of the empire
not an empress nor a queen, simply “[title]-consort”
was actually raised to be empress regnant lmao to add insult to injury
paul has an exclusive fremen lover (chani) and makes no secret that irulan is nothing but an unloved and untouched political tool
well, he values her enough to give her a place in the council though he also uhh hates and distrusts her
is technically a spy for the bene gesserit and was trained by them as well
she is considered a failure as a bg adept, as she can never fulfill her (gag) purpose
is a survivor of csa & sexual exploitation which is uhhh par for the course for bg training, has some lingering traumas bc of that
“pretensions of a literary nature” = is a historian and librarian unlike any other in the imperium, who shaped the narrative of paul atreides’ reign almost single-handedly
helped her sister-in-law---alia, the holy regnant---raise her husband’s twins
In non-canon verses:
Irulan is also pressured into a marriage with Paul as part of his hostile takeover of [REDACTED] and to add legitimacy to said hostile takeover.
Did some higher education, if applicable, but short of a graduate degree.
Instead of pursuing a career, aided her husband’s. after his death, raised his children. etc.
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Dune Tarot Card #3: The Empress - Princess Irulan Corrino HeliospherePrints
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Concept : Empress Irulan Corrino but taught in killing and knife throwing by Hasimir.
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