#darwi odrade

[letoscrawls]

Can you draw please draw the best Bene Gesserit girlboss, Darwi Odrade?

spent an awful lot of time on this anyways here's mother

#my art #ask #dune #dune art #darwi odrade #please ignore the mistakes

[dunechapterquotes]

Confine yourself to observing and you always miss the point of your own life. The object can be stated this way: Live the best life you can. Life is a game whose rules you learn if you leap into it and play it to the hilt. Otherwise, you are caught off balance, continually surprised by the shifting play. Non-players often whine and complain that luck always passes them by. They refuse to see that they can create some of their own luck. -Darwi Odrade

(From Chapterhouse: Dune)

#dune #dune quotes #chapterhouse: dune #frank herbert #darwi odrade

[spiceblueeyes]

Responsibilities! What an enormous word. How it burned.

Frank Herbert, Chapterhouse Dune

#dune #dune quotes #chapterhouse dune #darwi odrade #frank herbert

[jeffersonseaplane]

can i just say it's so funny to me that villeneuve is planning on doing dune messiah and just stopping because it means most people probably won't ever watch Worm Wars (the rest of the books) like they straight up just won't ever know about it. you and I will know because we are Worm Freaks but the extent of the general populace's knowledge is gonna be "timothee chalamet colonizes a planet"

#although i guess he kind of does that in real life #we will never see horrifying worm beast #reblog for worm beast #it would be just as funny if he continued tho because herbert just completely overhauls the cast in every book after messiah #??? < people who watched the first one and don't know who the fuck darwi odrade is #dune #dune part two #frank herbert #sci fi #dune part 2 #dune 2 #dune movie #rip my tennis followers who dgaf about this

[rarebluechairdog]

Every time I see a post about Van Gogh I’m tempted to reblog it here

#because of darwi odrade #heretics of dune

[sebastianswallows]

The Little Death — 2. A dream of life

— PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Bene Gesserit!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: A Bene Gesserit gets left behind in the Arrakeen palace. When Feyd becomes the Planetary Governor, he finds her there in hiding. The Harkonnens don't traditionally keep them as truthsayers or concubines like other Houses do, but Feyd might have a use for her. After all, he's never had a Bene Gesserit of his own before.

— WARNINGS: a bit of voyeurism

— WORDCOUNT: 2.4k

— TAGLIST: @elf-punk

The best art imitates life in a compelling way. If it imitates a dream, it must be a dream of life. — Darwi Odrade

She confessed with regret that she did not, in fact, have one of those pain boxes. A Gom Jabbar was available in the palace and in fact was in the Harkonnen's possession as far as she knew, but that was just a poisoned needle tipped with meta-cyanide. What he was after was the… active part of the humanity test. That was only at the disposal of those sisters qualified to carry it out.

She was certain Feyd would do away with her once she explained how and why she didn’t have what he was after and prepared herself internally for death. But it never came. He paused in thought and nodded, and his cool eyes moved away from her with a shadow of sadness to them. Then he turned around, his broad shoulders clad in black exposed to her, and walked toward the table.

“You will come with me.”

He picked up a shigawire reel and shoved it in a compartment of his suit, a small pocket at the side of his chest, then walked right by her on his way out of the room. She followed obediently.

The palace was quiet, free of the usual fuss that filled it during the day — servants scrambling, scraping like traumatised automatons just trying to survive — but as they walked past the way she came she heard a violent sound from the direction where her old room was. They’re destroying my things, she realised.

Her eyes turned to Feyd-Rautha’s back once more, the smooth black of his clothes and white of his skin, and she wondered what plans he had for her. Would he be more subtle with his killing than his brother was, or… more creative? Would she be able to use the stunning word and paralyse him in time to get away? Would she have to kill him instead?

“Am I going too fast for you?” he asked over his shoulder. It was not an honest question, as she could tell from the smile in his voice.

“No?”

“Funny. I can hear you breathing.”

She bit her lip and glared at the back of his head.

They passed from the most shadowed places of the palace into the well-lit ones where snow-white lamps hung in the air. There were more guards in this area too, and she gradually realised they weren’t going to the prisons. They were going to his quarters.

“After you,” he said, stopping in front of a jaundiced pair of double doors guarded on each side by armed guards as still as statues.

She looked up at him warily as she stepped forward. He was still smiling in that cocky, boyish way, but something was incongruent. His awkward pose — not quite facing her, not quite to the side — the bent of his back as if he tried to make himself seem shorter, his arms somewhat aimless at his sides… He was trying to be polite and he didn’t know how.

She stepped inside. His room was nothing like what she imagined. The natural pale yellow of the Arrakeen stone gave it a softness that was at odds with the black linens on the massive bed. Moonlight streamed from the twin window slits on the opposite wall, and on the smooth tables lay an array of little boxes, pots, and cases left half-opened. There was a scent of ink there that cut through the modest smell of disinfectant. He’d only just moved in… He hadn’t had a chance to make the place his own yet.

As she analysed these new surroundings, Feyd stepped in and the doors closed behind them, leaving them alone. The palace seemed all the more distant now.

“My lord na-Baron?”

“Hm?” he muttered as he walked right past her, going to place something inside a drawer by the bed — the shigawire reel.

“W-what… what would you have me do?”

“You can do whatever you like.”

Her eyes slid toward the door. “Can I leave?”

She didn’t expect him to say ‘yes’, but she expected even less what he said next.

“Leave?” he chuckled, looking at her over his shoulder. “Where would you go? You’re my Bene Gesserit now.”

And he continued preparing himself for the night as if it was the most normal of circumstances. A part of her, the most human part, felt offended, but from the periphery of her mind, her training whispered to her what was really going on.

Feyd-Rautha kept his back turned and his attention on the objects in his possession — diskettes of reports he sorted for later reading, the daggers at his belt, the signet ring around his finger — and he spoke to her most dismissively and distantly. He was treating her like a stray cat he had just found and brought into his bedroom. Now he was letting her explore her new home, but he still did not dare to look at her directly, to watch her as openly as he desired. In his every move, however casual, there was nervous self-awareness. Completely opposite to how confident he’d been before he met her.

She’d served the Fenrings before, and the Atreides after them, but until now she had never quite felt owned. Still, if it was a kitten the Harkonnen wanted, that was what she would provide.

Without addressing him, she stepped sideways and turned, letting her posture loosen. Her head tilted back in a light stretch to relieve the tension of expecting death. She moved in a wide arch, slow steps, small sounds, while her fingers traced the surface of the wall for no reason in particular, just to absorb its texture.

“Why do you want me?” she asked in a low and silky voice. Seduction seldom failed with arrogant young men.

“I told you,” answered Feyd rather too quickly, his head bowed as he pretended to clean one of his blades.

“You’ve never had a Bene Gesserit of your own…”

“And it’s about time to have one.”

“Would the Baron approve?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he said, finally looking up at her. He smiled at the sight of her slinking across the room, dark dress trailing behind her. “Things can change, even in House Harkonnen.”

She paused mid-step to smile back at him. “Changes awaken something in us…”

He gave a noncommital hum and started walking to her, his head tilted in a thoughtful way.

“What sort of things do they teach you?” he asked. “At your… Bene Gesserit school?”

“Many things,” she said with an inviting tone. “Control of the self, the mind, the body… Understanding of history. Political strategy.”

Feyd came to a stop before her, a trepidation into his step. He walked until he cornered her in a darkened divot of the room. Standing a full head taller, he looked down into her eyes.

“What do you want to know?” she whispered.

He frowned, that strange smooth brow ridge wrinkling quite innocently, and his eyes betrayed transparent thoughts. He didn’t know what he wanted to know, but he knew he wanted something.

“What does… a Bene Gesserit do?”

“That depends on what our master wishes.”

“But what do you usually do?”

“We teach. We advise. When asked, we serve.”

“Did Paul Atreides have one?”

“Yes. His mother, Lady Jessica.”

The hints of jealousy were faint. There wasn’t much to envy in the dead… But he looked at her with that strange look in his eyes again, that speck of a little boy lost, and something in her instinctively wanted to cup his cheek, to pet him, and hold him close. She did not doubt that something inside of him wanted it too, and her body was just responding to the subconscious observation.

“Can you kill?” he asked.

“If I have to.”

“And have you?”

“Not yet.”

“In that way, I’m better than you, Bene Gesserit,” he chuckled.

And suddenly, his hand came up to grip the back of her neck. She was startled by how quick the movement was, how his body gave no tells that he would make it. A true predator. He pulled her closer, strong fingers tightening against her nape, pressing her against him. Beneath his armour, the plates of his body were strong. Every feminine part of her responded with a cascade of lust — not at the hidden hint of beauty but at the symbol of his pride. He wasn’t just a pampered princeling living through his allotted years of beauty. He brought his body to the peak of its potential. The motion pulled the veil off her head, and his eyes went to her soft mane of hair. His grip stayed firm, but his gaze traversed this new part of her as if it were a landscape, with hills and dales and quiet streams, all flowing down.

“Na-Baron,” she whispered, hand coming up to grip his wrist.

“Shut up,” he said, blue eyes still focused on her hair. “Go to sleep.” And then he let her go.

He turned from her and walked away with the energy of someone ready to run off — but there was nowhere for him to go, and his steps slowed. She watched him as she rubbed the sore back of her neck, watched how his head bowed for a moment as if he’d just woken up, how he walked toward the large square bed, how he started taking his clothes off…

He was a strange sight indeed. A broken psyche that reflected the duality present in his features — cold and frightful, soft and gentle, brutal but not so much from the absence of affection as from the presence of cruelty on top.

“Where shall I sleep?”

“Hm? Oh…” He looked around as if only just considering that fact. “Whenever you like,” he said, giving up quickly on thinking about it. “But here, in this room. You don’t get out of my sight, little witch. Not until I decide I can trust you.”

He pulled the layers of clothes off. First the armour on his back and shoulders, then the belt around his hips, and the second skin of the black suit that hugged his body.

“And… what shall I wear to bed?”

He paused and turned to look at her. His chest was as white as his face, but strong and chiselled, far less delicate. It shone with the sweat of a long day beneath the yellow light.

“Wear?” he rasped, his lips twisted in a quizzical smile. “Why should you wear anything?”

She settled for sleeping in a chair in a corner of the room. Feyd had gone to sleep completely naked, and he’d not been shy of parading his body around. She watched without fear, without shame, taking note of all the ways his muscles worked, the stretch and give of the skin, the scent of sweat, of blood.

Noting how much he seemed to like her hair, she did not cover it again, and after he fell asleep she quietly took the top layer of her clothing off. The Harkonnens were used to having their servants quite exposed, but she was not about to give him cause to think that that was what she was. If she wanted to survive, she had to walk the tightrope of perception. She had to be above him, as well as below. A knowledgeable Bene Gesserit sister, with all the guileless charm of a kitten.

She remained in her shift, a long grey piece held up by two thin straps, and used her dress as a blanket. She did now sleep but instead pretended to as she entered a state of Prajna meditation.

The secret pathways out of the room became known to her, faint currents invisible to the conscious mind. A spy hole existed in the western wall, covered on both sides by thin material. To the north, a doorway with no handle led into another room. Beyond it, sounds of restless sleeping. Three figures — feminine? Outside, the guards stood watch, but one was close to sleeping.

She was almost at the point where exhaustion caught up with her too, and like a slow receding wave her meditation ended. Her body lay relaxed and limp, head resting on her shoulder, hands folded. But with the last thread of her extended senses, she caught the taste of struggle in the room. Rapid heartbeat, frantic breathing, shifting eyes behind closed lids. Feyd-Rautha was dreaming.

Soundlessly, she slid off the chair and left her dress on it. The floor beneath her naked feet was cold as ice, it made her want to shiver, but she maintained control of every muscle as she walked toward the bed. Feyd’s body was twisted in the silken sheets, twitching, tense. Jolts disturbed his restful state as if in his mind he tried to get away from something. She could almost see the phantom trace of touches on his skin.

He slept on his front, arms thrown above his head, legs spread. His tossing made the sheets slip off his back to reveal a taut, tense expanse that ended in soft cheeks. Beneath them, the faintest hint of hairless, purpling swells and a limp length. He was so vulnerable…

As she got closer, she could hear him mutter words in a foreign language. Was that what they spoke on Giedi Prime? She could make out influences of galactic language all the way to those of the old Earth, but it was just enough to only guess what he was saying. The tone, nevertheless, was clear. He’s afraid, she thought.

She crouched at the edge of the bed where his naked foot hung off the side, her brow crested with worry. He was dangerous, she dared not touch him, and however much she wanted to wake him as a simple human kindness she wanted even more to see where his nightmares led.

With a long and frightful wail muffled by the pillows, Feyd dragged his strong beautiful body upwards, curling like a snake. He pulled his knees up to his chest and started shaking. Every now and then, his foot would kick. The sign of running in a dream. The whiteness of his body, pure and pale as chalk, the hairlessness of even his masculine parts, it made him look so fragile, so defenceless. A fascinating specimen. To think, the step just before the Kwisatz Haderach would look like that...

She let her body fall down to the floor and propped herself against the mattress, her cheek upon the bed. And she watched him, following the shadow of his dreams, for as long as the night went.

#Feyd #Feyd Rautha Harkonnen #Feyd Rautha #Dune #Dune part 2 #Dune fanfiction #Dune imagine #Feyd Rautha x reader #Feyd x reader #Feyd Rautha fanfic #Feyd Rautha imagine #sswallow;fanfics #sswallow;made a thing

[onewomancitadel]

Now I remember why I hate fandom sometimes because describing Darwi Odrade as a 'girlboss' makes me want to claw my eyes out. I'm taking away the slang from all of you, you're not allowed to say things like that anymore.

#duneposting #narcissism of small differences

[gabbysheartshapedbox]

DUNE PART 2 AND ALSO MESSIAH SPOILERS!!!!!

Fellas… I’m so intrigued with this new direction they’ve taken chani. On one hand, what if she leads a rebellion? What if she is the reason the stone burner happens?

On the other hand, she could also just be his miserable consort and they grow to hate each other and he just grows more evil. Then this way he still gets the kids in the end

Chani definitely humanizes Paul in Messiah and is the primary reason why I don’t view him as a true villain …. and if Denis really wants to drive home the “be careful not to put your faith in charismastic leaders”/“a hero is the worst thing that can befall your people” then he could just outright take away his relationship with Chani

I know a lot of people don’t like Messiah because they don’t want to view Paul as a villain and they don’t want to see the full picture of his story— I think Denis was trying to force audiences to acknowledge that he is becoming corrupt and will do terrible things already so messiah doesn’t seem as much of a surprise. In doing so, will Paul lose the things that keep him human/sympathetic altogether?

I don’t know if this was intentional but I did sense a parallel between Paul’s “taking the water of life and not thinking like a regular human” vs Leto II’s “becoming the worm and not thinking like a human at all” kind of thing which stood out to me more here than the books… though maybe I just need to reread dune to see that.

There were many moments that reminded me of the later books that made me feel like Denis knows he’s not going past Messiah but still wanted to tell the stories/themes of the later books anyways. History repeating itself and all that. Allusions to the later books.

I loved the scene where they go to the atomics cave— it very much reminded me of Darwi Odrade finding sietch tabr and Leto II’s spice reserves. That’s my favorite sequence in all of the dune books and I feel like it began the scene with the same tension anxiety fear that heretics’ had as well.

Are these thoughts coherent?? I don’t think so but I have soooo many thoughts and I can’t. stop. talking. about this movie sooooo

Oh also before I go….. Frank is to Paul as Denis is to Leto II and I’ll just stop there. I’m sorry.

#dune part two #dune #dune spoilers #ummmm yeah I can’t think straight so sorry everyone #brain rot etc etc

[mariacallous]

This book undertakes the first large-scale analysis of women’s agency in Frank Herbert’s six-book science fiction Dune series. Kara Kennedy explores how female characters in the Bene Gesserit Sisterhood―from Jessica to Darwi Odrade―secure control and influence through five avenues of embodied agency: mind-body synergy, reproduction and motherhood, voices, education and memory, and sexuality. She also discusses constraints on their agency, tensions between individual and collective action, and comparisons with other characters including the Mentats, Bene Tleilaxu, and Honored Matres. The book engages with second-wave feminist theories and historical issues to highlight how the series anticipated and paralleled developments in the women’s liberation movement. In this context, it addresses issues regarding sexual difference and solidarity, as well as women’s demand to have control over their bodies. Kennedy concludes that the series should be acknowledged as a significant contribution to the genre as part of both New Wave and feminist science fiction.

Abstract

The purpose of this book is to answer the question of whether the Dune series is feminist through a discussion of the kinds of bodily agency and control the female characters display, linkages with feminist thought, and comparisons with characters in other twentieth-century science fiction. This chapter offers a summary of the six books of the Dune saga, significant critical perspectives on the series, and key texts and theories of second-wave feminism. It justifies the focus on the women of the Bene Gesserit Sisterhood and the use of embodied agency as a framework to analyze them. In addition, it provides an overview of the critical narrative of New Wave and feminist science fiction and suggests that the Dune series makes a significant step toward the maturation of the genre through a clear move away from the use of sexist stereotypes and toward a higher quality of characterization, resulting in agential, three-dimensional female characters. It introduces the book’s argument that the series presents a rich and complex speculation on the ways in which women may exert agency that anticipates and parallels similar issues in second-wave feminism.

[letoscrawls]

Also thinking abt them... one of the most deranged family dynamics in Dune

#well they all are #fav insane people #my art #wip #dune #darwi odrade #miles teg #dune art

[dunechapterquotes]

There's no secret to balance. You just have to feel the waves. -Darwi Odrade

(From Chapterhouse: Dune)

#dune #dune quotes #frank herbert #chapterhouse: dune

[ian-faulkner]

Alexa McFarlane (Darwi Odrade on Facebook), Dr. Kym Harvey (Chiropractor) and myself as instructors are doing a class at Pacific Rim College in the Harmonic Movement Bodywork therapy I created about 7 years ago. It's a very useful therapy for working with people who have been traumatized both physically and emotionally. In many cases it goes deeper than massage yet clients normally wear yoga type flexible clothes which helps it to feel very safe. It's often very effective for helping clients dealing with trauma and PTSD. The classroom shown is at Pacific Rim College in downtown Victoria BC where we will be doing the class. The school is located in most of the upper level of the market Square between Johnson Street and Pandora just before the blue bridge to Esquimalt. It uses a gentle rocking movement that covers all parts of the body. The movement is in harmony with the body's natural rhythm and it puts people in tune with their bodies. We teach in a revolutionary way that makes it much less expensive than most modalities. There is a process to become certified that involves visiting the three of us a number of times to refine your skills after the class. These "tutorials" ensure the quality of work of graduates is uniformly high. The healing modality is based on a combination of Trager Bodywork (which was created by Dr Milton Trager MD), Sufi healing techniques from the 1920s and chakra balancing techniques borrowed from yoga. In a nutshell the class will consist of two five-hour days with an hour's break for lunch followed by an optional third day to help people who do massage to incorporate the rocking into massage. It's a revolutionary educational approach which does not have a corporation to "lock it down". It's an evolving therapy and practitioners are welcome to expand it to include other skills. In the first comment you will learn more details through a link to the website which includes open source textbooks. The first picture is of Alexa McFarlane, then Kym Harvey is shown from the class we held at Pacific Rim College back in 2020 and finally me holding the skull. https://www.instagram.com/p/CnvnjRtru_i/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[boooklover]

November Wrap-Up

Dune #6: Chapterhouse: Dune, Frank Herbert

4/5

The desert planet Arrakis, called Dune, has been destroyed. The remnants of the Old Empire have been consumed by the violent matriarchal cult known as the Honored Matres. Only one faction remains a viable threat to their total conquest--the Bene Gesserit, heirs to Dune's power.

Under the leadership of Mother Superior Darwi Odrade, the Bene Gesserit have colonized a green world on the planet Chapterhouse and are turning it into a desert, mile by scorched mile. And once they've mastered breeding sandworms, the Sisterhood will control the production of the greatest commodity in the known galaxy--the spice melange. But their true weapon remains a man who has lived countless lifetimes--a man who served under the God Emperor Paul Muad'Dib....

Credence, Penelope Douglas

=> Please check TW before reading this book

Tiernan de Haas doesn’t care about anything anymore. The only child of a film producer and his starlet wife, she’s grown up with wealth and privilege but not love or guidance. Shipped off to boarding schools from an early age, it was still impossible to escape the loneliness and carve out a life of her own. The shadow of her parents’ fame followed her everywhere.

And when they suddenly pass away, she knows she should be devastated. But has anything really changed? She’s always been alone, hasn’t she?

Jake Van der Berg, her father’s stepbrother and her only living relative, assumes guardianship of Tiernan who is still two months shy of eighteen. Sent to live with him and his two sons, Noah and Kaleb, in the mountains of Colorado, Tiernan soon learns that these men now have a say in what she chooses to care and not care about anymore. As the three of them take her under their wing, teach her to work and survive in the remote woods far away from the rest of the world, she slowly finds her place among them.

And as a part of them.

She also realizes that lines blur and rules become easy to break when no one else is watching.

One of them has her.

The other one wants her.

But he…

He’s going to keep her.

Shatter Me #1,5: Destroy Me, Tahereh Mafi

3,5/5

Juliette escaped from The Reestablishment by seducing Warner—and then putting a bullet in his shoulder. But as she’ll learn in Destroy Me, Warner is not that easy to get rid of...

Back at the base and recovering from his near-fatal wound, Warner must do everything in his power to keep his soldiers in check and suppress any mention of a rebellion in the sector. Still as obsessed with Juliette as ever, his first priority is to find her, bring her back, and dispose of Adam and Kenji, the two traitors who helped her escape. But when Warner’s father, The Supreme Commander of The Reestablishment, arrives to correct his son’s mistakes, it’s clear that he has much different plans for Juliette. Plans Warner simply cannot allow.

The Nicci Chronicles #3: Siege of Stone, Terry Goodkind

3/5

The Sorceress Nicci, the Wizard Nathan Rahl, and the young swordsman Bannon remain in the legendary city of Ildakar after a great internal revolt has freed the slaves and brought down the powerful wizards council. But as he fled the city, capricious Wizard Commander Maxim dissolved the petrification spell that had turned to stone the invading army of General Utros fifteen centuries earlier. Now, hundreds of thousands of half-stone soldiers from the ancient past have awakened, led by one of the greatest enemy commanders in history.

Nicci, Nathan, and Bannon have to help Ildakar survive this unbreakable siege, using all the magical defenses of the legendary city. Even as General Utros holds Ildakar hostage and also unleashes his incredible army on the unsuspecting Old World, an equally powerful threat arises out in the sea.

Nicci knows the battle won't remain in the city; if she can't stop this threat, two invincible armies can sweep across the Old World and destroy D'Hara itself.

Normal people, Sally Rooney

3,5/5

At school Connell and Marianne pretend not to know each other. He’s popular and well-adjusted, star of the school soccer team while she is lonely, proud, and intensely private. But when Connell comes to pick his mother up from her housekeeping job at Marianne’s house, a strange and indelible connection grows between the two teenagers - one they are determined to conceal.

A year later, they’re both studying at Trinity College in Dublin. Marianne has found her feet in a new social world while Connell hangs at the sidelines, shy and uncertain. Throughout their years in college, Marianne and Connell circle one another, straying toward other people and possibilities but always magnetically, irresistibly drawn back together. Then, as she veers into self-destruction and he begins to search for meaning elsewhere, each must confront how far they are willing to go to save the other.

Discworld #2: The Light Fantastic

4/5

As it moves towards a seemingly inevitable collision with a malevolent red star, the Discworld could do with a hero.

What it doesn’t need is a singularly inept and cowardly wizard, still recovering from the trauma of falling off the edge of the world, or a well-meaning tourist and his luggage which has a mind (and legs) of its own.

Which is a shame, because that's all there is...

#books #bookshelf #booklr #bookworm #booklover #booknerd #monthly wrap up #wrap up #november #bookaddict #bookblr

[historicalhair]

Graham is helping me through this process. Just like how reverend mother darwi odrade presided at the birth of the ghola of her own father

[calvinanddune]

Silence is often the best thing to say

#Darwi Odrade #bene gesserit #Chapterhouse Dune #dune #frank herbert #Calvin and Hobbes #bill waterson

[dune-quotes]

We will worship you, God, but don't bother us. This is our religion, our city. You see, we no longer call this place Arrakeen. Now, it's Keen. The planet no longer is Dune or Arrakis. Now, it's Rakis. Keep your distance, God. You are the past and the past is an embarrassment.

Heretics of Dune

#literature #scifi #dune #frank herbert #religion #evolution #culture #heresy #darwi odrade #arrakis #arrakeen #divided god #the tyrant #leto atreides ii #house atreides #heretics of dune #rakis #keen #rakian priesthood