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I can't stop staring at Feyd-Rautha's walk here and what it implies about his fight with Paul now that I'm able to stop just comparing it to Timothy's killer body work matching it (or vice versa).
Villeneuve takes the book canon, that the Harkonnens took the Atredies's morbid heirlooms of an oil painting of grandfather's death and the bull's head with his blood still dried on his horns to hang above the arena as trophies to the next level: making Feyd-Rautha the victorious young matador with the guards dressed as bull-minotaurs, circling to play banderillos and sink banderillas into the backs of the Atredies bull if it gets too close before the final faena has Feyd-Rautha pulling his opponent past him in the close, intimate passes that show off his athleticism and skill before his false blade is exchanged for the one that will be used for the killing blow and oh my god there are whole schools of thought on coming forward to meet your opponent vs waiting for them and killing with a single blow to the heart and honoring the fight and if anyone who knows how to make gifsets wants make one about this to I'd LOVE to rant more about the breakdown of these two fights and how Feyd is 1001% Matador Machismo but my point to all of this is:
Look at that Sand.
Look at his feet dig deep and kick it up as he strides out into the heart of that arena. Is it a rhythmic walk? Oh yes. Confident. Powerful. In the book this will be his 100th arena kill as he comes of age. This is his natural habitat. Where he learned his skills, for us to parallel with what we saw for Paul in Part 1.
This matters, because it's one of the main premises for why the Fremen are so Good At Fighting. When everyone is trained to fight with shields (stun then slow) and bulky armor, and on flat, solid ground with lots of cover, it's easy to be fast and silent and terrifyingly effective against them. Gurney Halleck is shown to be one of the best fighters in the franchise and the film makes a point of showing how his (recognizable) footsteps are not suited to move quickly, lightly, and with stability on sand like they are on solid ground.
Only... Bullfighting rings aren't sandy. They're fairly hardpacked. Earth for the bull and Matador to maneuver in quickly. There is a layer of albero traditionally layered on top, a chunky yellow clay dirt that serves aesthetics but also absorbs blood quickly. The idea the sand may not be white because... With Giedi Prime who knows?! Is Fantastic.
Paul Muad'Dib became the only Atredies to be recognized as Fremen, to see his father's dream of Desert Power recognized, to fight as Fedaykin, to be recognized as the Mahdi, the One Who Points The Way, and it is made clear to us from the opening words of a Child's History of Muad'Dib that Arrakis was his Home, and yet every major one-on-one duel he had from Jamis to Feyd-Rautha was on solid ground, giving him an advantage that made him respected as a fighter among the Fedaykin right away as part of his training.
Feyd-Rautha was the one Harkonnen who may have learned combat primarily or even exclusively with sand beneath his feet, and he died on Arrakis on the polished stone floors of a palatial residence, still trying to play by Matador rules.
thank u for coming to my Ted Talk
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Every time I watch Dune I forget about it but I'm foaming at the mouth over how Paul has a vision of himself as a powerful, respected, divine figure with millions worshipping him and he just says "Somebody help me"
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I'm sure this is old news, but Oswald's notes are killing me, this petty bitch! The notes for Fish are no surprise, if a little teen serial killer-ish, and unfortunately I can't quite make out what Falcone's says, but Mayor James with the dunce hat saying "oink", Bullock's saying one thing to be replaced with the kill note, the newspaper photo of Bruce at his parents funeral with "cry baby Brucie". Its so catty. It's so unnecessary. Oswald, honey, c'mon now. And then Jim's label being "Stooge" with three exclamation marks because he's Dramatique like that and Barbara's labelled "lying slut." Gurl please, it's basically the Burn Book. Seriously, spot the difference.
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Can you play Feyd?
• Feyd-Rautha I LOVE you so much ♡⋆˚ ༘
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Redrew a scene from chapter 8 as a celebration for reaching 1k hits!
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He could only hold onto the scratchy sheets as he asked, “ Edward, do you love me?”
Edward flinched but didn’t look away, “ I like you.”
“ But do you love me?”
“ I’m not sure, but….”
“ But?”
Edward tugged at the seams of his pants— he’s going to dig another hole. Oswald wanted him to. He wants to sew it up again.
“ I want to kiss you, I think,” Edward mumbled quietly, but it echoed loud, “ It’s uh— That’s… I just….”
Oswald swallowed. Heat radiated off Edward. Oswald felt cold and spread his legs at a wider angle, making some space for Edward to scoot close to him.
He held the fabric over Edward’s collarbone and tugged him closer, close enough that their noses briefly rubbed against each other. Edward exhaled nervously, and Oswald shivered as the air hit his upper lip.
Gathering up his courage, Edward quickly pecked him on the lips. Soft and quick like a fly. It was different from the peacock in Don Falcone's garden.
Oswald frowned.
He took Edward’s hand and placed it on his cheek, “ Try again. Make it last a little longer.”
Edward licked his lips nervously and moved in for a second kiss. He followed Oswald’s instructions, but his hand and lips hovered anxiously over him, barely touching him. Oswald pulled him in by the collar for a little more friction— it needed to hurt, to bruise.
Edward’s other hand came up to hold him, and Oswald allowed him. He licked Edward’s bottom lip, but there was no response, they were closed, firm and stubborn.
He dared take a peek then, and realized Ed had his eyes open. Oswald sighed, pulling away a little, “ Am I your first kiss, Edward?”
The tips of Edward’s ears turned red, “ I’m— Um— I’m sorry. I—”
Oswald held Edward’s cheek softly, “ Just… close your eyes, and... open your mouth when I lick your lips. You have to move with me, like a dance”
“ Like a dance…” Edward nodded, and his face warmed up under Oswald’s fingers. Otherwise, he regained some confidence and leaned in for a third kiss, closing his eyes this time.
Edward was stiff against him, unsure and jittery. He tried his best, Oswald could tell, but their teeth kept clashing, Edward’s glasses kept slipping to hit his head, and he felt hands hover awkwardly over his love handles, unsure of what to do, but Oswald kept him close, urging him to kiss him over and over.
Suddenly, Oswald felt a sharp sting on his bottom lip, and Edward pulled away immediately. In the mess of the moment, Edward had bit him, and his bottom lip bled.
“ I’m— I'm sorry, I uh,” Edward panicked and awkwardly used his thumb to wipe off the blood, “ I’m so so sorry.”
“ Do that again.”
“ What?”
Oswald held the back of his neck, pulling him close, “ Again, please .”
Edward nervously tapped over Oswald’s thigh before boldly, hungrily, closing the distance between. Edward did make a small hole in the lining of his pants, over his inner thigh. Oswald dug his thumb through it and pressed onto the warm skin underneath, widening the hole. As a result, Edward moaned deeply, and Oswald took the chance to lick into his mouth.
The peacock made his hand bleed that day in Don Falcone’s garden. His mother chastised him as she wrapped up his finger, but his mother was gone, and that very finger was cut off.
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hey there!! just starting reading your content and my god it’s AMAZING. i understand requests are closed right now, but i have a little idea for when they open back up? maybe an after spray (post spray, whatever people call it 😭) jeremiah getting sick with a cold headcanons or an actual sick fic? like perhaps the reader finding it so different because they aren’t really used to seeing him all sneezy, feverish and just overall under the weather? i imagine jeremiah would still keep up his looks whilst being ill, because well.. it’s jeremiah. but the reader can’t really take it seriously seeing him just being himself then two seconds later thinking he’s hiding the fact he’s blowing his nose into his handkerchief when everyone is literally watching him do so. this is just a cool bit of inspo whenever your requests open back up but keep doing what you’re doing! your writing is fucking SICK!! <33
Jeremiah Being Sick
Post-Spray! Jeremiah Valeska x Reader
A/N: Thank you so so much!!!
Out of the thousands of people that know Jeremiah's name, you were the one that got to see him at his most vulnerable
And even during those specific moments, he had a tough time letting his guard down
So it was really no surprise that even when he was physically weak, nobody would be able to tell
Well, besides you
In the dead of night when he thought you were sleeping, you could hear his fitful coughs and groans of frustration
You could see a few drops of sweat make their way down his face while riding with him in a hidden car throughout the city
And you could feel how clammy his hands were whenever they touched your arm while guiding you around
Even his voice had a slight roughness to it that you weren't used to
He was sick, but there was no way he was ever going to admit that
And this lack of vulnerability only caused his symptoms to worsen
A cold wasn't going to get better when you weren't properly resting and were still acting like your body was fine
It was odd to see Jeremiah stand before hundreds of people, threatening their lives and terrifying them one moment
Only to be quickly hiding himself away in an alley, letting out a wheezing cough and blowing his nose the next
He may have known that you knew what was going on at this point, but if he did, he didn't seem to care
When you two were alone, you found him locking himself in his office more than usual
You figured it was because he didn't want to risk getting you sick
But it was also the fact that he didn't want you to see him so uncomfortable
You did notice that he was a little more cuddly than normal though, pulling you close to him when he finally decided to come to bed
It was after almost two weeks of this behavior that you finally snapped
If he wasn't going to take care of himself and ask for rest, then you were going to force it
You began sneaking cough drops and lozenges in his pockets
He definitely noticed they were there, but he was too prideful to mention anything to you
But you could have sworn you smelt menthol on his breath a few times
You also began laying out extra handkerchiefs by his suits every night so he'd see them in the morning
And whenever he locked himself in his office, he was always met by a gentle knock and a tray of tea outside his door
You knew he'd never give up his old habits, so these small actions seemed like the best way to let him know you wanted to help him feel better
Jeremiah slowly started to accept these changes too
He began to come to bed earlier each night
And he would regularly join you in a warm bath most days whenever he had the time
You could tell he was finally feeling better within a week
Jeremiah isn't really one for words of affirmation or even saying "thank you" for something
So you weren't expecting anything in return
You did notice a gentle smile pull at his lips whenever you asked how he was feeling however
It was only a couple weeks later when you got home to see a brand new outfit and a happy Jeremiah waiting for you that you knew he was thankful
Sirens rang out in the background as he explained he set up a few
"inconveniences" for the GCPD so he could take you out for the night
He gave you a big kiss as an explosion sounded throughout the city just a few blocks down
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is the amount of love and adoration i have for this character unhealthy? ...maybe
has he taken over my life? ...probably
do I care at all? no. no, i don't.
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