[…] less than a god, more than a man.

There is no measuring Muad’Dib’s motives by ordinary standards. In the moment of his triumph, he saw the death prepared for him, yet he accepted the treachery. Can you say he did this out of a sense of justice? Whose justice, then?

“I am the Kwisatz Haderach. That is reason enough.”

“The Fremen have the word of Muad’Dib,” Paul said. “There will be flowing water here open to the sky and green oases rich with good things.

Dune: Part One / Dune: Part Two / Dune Messiah by Frank Herbert / Dune by Frank Herbert

80% of my art of B.E.N and Jean vs the other 20%:

( I to am in fear and distraught over it)

my brain when I'm trying to make a phone call:

so how bad is it if strangers can just guess your favourite characters on vibes alone?

my friend’s dog is missing and it’s really getting to me. he’s had her for 12 years and she’s his baby. she got out and just seemingly vanished, we looked around with flashlights and have been posting everywhere. he and his spouse got covid so i’ve been helping with flyering. she’s a purebred dachshund so i’m worried someone picked her up and is keeping her because she’s very cute and easygoing. anyway, last night i had a dream i found the person that took her and stole her back and it was such a vivid and intense dream i’ve had a hard time shaking it all day, was really disoriented when i woke up 

The phrase rabbit hole is actually kinda funny to me because the rabbits where I live don’t really live in holes, so if I fell down one here it would be even weirder 😆

i am terrified of the optometrist but the ophthalmologist is my best friend do you understand me

i genuinely think i need to be medicated cuz my fear of people my age grows bigger everyday

feeling more unpalatable than usual today...

“ So what made ya wanna join th’ Third Division in particular? “

"Because it's the only division that fits with my family and I's worldview. Us Hizukis have our duties to the cycle of the afterlife. My clan finds it dishonorable to try to find any glory in death, especially if it comes from the expense of innocent human souls. And considering how the third also agrees that battlefields should only be remembered in despair, it made us feel right at home. The quiet atmosphere at the barracks the lack of government interference when compared to the other divisions was a nice bonus too."

"Why the sudden question, though? I don't see any reason why my personal history could for any reason catch your interest."

found a bunch of old voice memos and this is the first time i've listened to my own voice and thought yeah it makes so much sense that people have loved this person . woah

4th of July

Post-Vietnam Klaus struggling with fireworks. Drug use, PTSD, fear, trauma, etc. Canon divergent because it feels like it would happen not long after he was in Vietnam, but there wasn't that opportunity in the canon timeline.

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“What the hell are you doing?”

Klaus, busy with handfuls of dirt, doesn’t bother to answer. It should be obvious. How can it not be obvious?

“Klaus!?”

“Shh!” he hisses, not stopping. “Go away.”

As Ben crouches beside him, something curls tightly in Klaus’s stomach, alongside all the drugs he’s taken that aren’t enough—are never enough.

“I’m hiding,” he grits out, trying to dig deeper.

“In a flowerbed?”

He can hear the disdain in Ben’s voice, the judgement, and he hisses in frustration, that sensation, the frantic urgency turning his blood and organs to acid. He needs to dig harder, to go deeper, to get away before—

The first one is distant. The muted pop of it is still sharp, though, still too much. Klaus feels it echo in him, heightening his fear. It’s not just one he is afraid of, one he could handle. No, it’s all of them, the knowledge that soon the sky will be filled with light and explosions, the night shattering and fizzling with terrible things. His heart beats faster than it ought to, fear buzzing in his veins, adrenaline pushing him on, the drugs he’s swallowed not enough to give him the edge to beat the impending onslaught or to dull it down enough to endure.

Somewhere at his side, Ben is still there. Saying something. Klaus doesn’t hear. With the last, precious window of time he has, he tries to claw a safe space for himself from the earth.

He fails. He’s too late, too useless, and the night around him explodes, shattering the fragile thread he was holding onto. Exposed, he throws himself down, still trying to find shelter in the earth, to flatten himself against the dirt as he covers his ears and screws his eyes shut against the torment. He shakes with it, with the sound, each explosion everywhere around him, each shudder of his body, and wonders what would make it stop. It has to stop. It has to. It must.

He’s not numb enough. The realisation makes him groan, because how can he not be numb enough? He should have taken more. He should have done more. He should have escaped. He should never have been there, in the midst of it all, caught in hell, watching the only person he ever truly loved leave him forever. The next bullet might take him too, bring him to Dave, allow him to follow…

But the bullets don’t come. The explosions stay just out of reach, hovering above him oppressively but never setting him free, like a heavy blanket that smothers the sleeper without stealing the last of their breath. He wants the weight of it, the finality, but he fears it. He wants to run, he wants to scream.

Instead, he lies curled up in a ball, dirt and tears staining him as he sobs beneath the onslaught, the chemicals in his veins bringing him no closer and taking him no further, just twisting the world, leaving him gasping for relief.

And, next to him, still at first and then bowed beneath the weight of suffering he can do nothing about, Ben settles at Klaus’s side so that, at the very least, he’s not alone.

too many things are changing and the only reason why i have yet to snap is my incredible ability to ignore my problems

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To be fair Asha you're really up there on the intimidation scale so you finding me not intimidating makes a lot of sense

omg hii what are some of your favorite enstars stories where everyone is just really silly? I trust your taste 🙏

It wouldve been really helpful if i had written down the stories ive read, but at the top of my head i recommend Burning Azaleas. Tsumugi and Rei making fancams of the war, it's gotta be one of my favorites. Surfing Ocean is about Undead getting lost at sea. Then Angels is Eichi having a detective moment at a tea party. Black Tea is not necessarily silly cuz half of it is set during the war, but i just wanted to recommend it for the Eichi-Ritsu friendship. Comic World is about some ~mysterious person~ commissioning a shojo manga about the war (hint: it's Ibara) and Keito trying to stop it. Spy The Mission is just histerical to me, Madara steals Keito's d. Not telling u what that means, you're gonna have to find out yourself (im very curious if they'll keep using this in the english translation tho, looking forward to that). Magnolia is another fun one with Fine characters, i need to finish reading it at some point. Oh!!!! Pretty Mission!!!! Please please read Pretty Mission, if you're gonna read one story please let it be this one.