#ruingod

[roseguided]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. to create a god that the sisterhood could use, to control, to make their agenda a reality. whoever controls spice controls everything, the neccesary ingredient for interspace travel among other things. for so long they had wanted to achieve the kwisatz haderach to be used as a vessel they controlled, but then jessica atreides defied her orders to give her beloved duke a son. the reverend mother helen gaius mohiam had been furious, but wanda assured her that their plan could still be made as long as they were careful. to instruct jessica to teach her son in their way, for reverend mother helen to be the one to test him. as things turned out, now, he had fulfilled the man made prophecy laid on arakkis centuries before.

@ruingod said, " WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? "

wanda wears a grin on her lips, hands folded at her front. ❛ with this newly aquired power as emperor, as lisan al-gaib to the fremen, i wish to see what you do with it. ❜ almost like a study. she takes a step toward paul, crimson dress following the movement of body where wanda had lowered the hood of her dress. green eyes strong, unforgiving, holding power behind them. ❛ the reverened mother helen finds you an annoyance for being male, ❜ she explains, ❛ but to me you're far more interesting. as someone who has witnessed the creation of the sisterhood, of the prophecy you now embody . . ❜ witch keeps the emperor's eye as she speaks , ❛ i wish to see how someone changes when they've been stripped of their mortality, their humanity, & made into a god. ❜

#ruingod #muse: wanda maximoff #dune verse tbt #guys you just met #stop flirting

[feargrown]

❝      yes. we did.          ❞    she'll  not  lie.   not  pretend  that  the  loss  of  him  after  their  birth  didn't  leave  a  hole  in  their  upbringing.  but  she's  never  been  alone.  she's  held  her  mother  with  her  every  step  of  every  moment  of  her  life.  she  doesn't  feel deprivation  of  growth  without  him.   her  mother's  presence  in  her  mind,   her  stepmother's  affection,  were  enough even  amid  alia's  instability  and  lashing  out.  she  holds  no  anger  for  her  father, not anymore.  chani's  brought  her  peace  with  his  absence.     ❝      but  i  have  everything  i've  needed.  my  mother's  been  with  me  as  long  as  i've  breathed.         ❞

@ruingod said: ❝ you deserve better than what i have been. ❞

she's  learned  him         —         through  her  mother.     through  chani's  eyes,  through  irulan's  history.  the  women  who've  loved  her  gave  her  as  much  of  her  father  as  they  could.  it's  strange  to  stand  before  him  now.   fingers  lace  in  front  of  her  as  she  awaits  any  change  in  expression.             ❝                 i  used  to  be  angry  with  you.   i  used  to  wonder  why  you  would  leave  us  after  we  lost  her.  we  are  half  of  her,  after  all.         ❞

#ruingod #*⠀⠀⠀ 🗡️⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ghanima atreides.⠀⠀⠀ ﹕ in character . #i hope this is okay !!

[desertsprng]

@ruingod said: ❝  you don’t understand.  i need you safe.  not because i don’t think you can handle yourself but because i can’t focus on anything else if there’s even the smallest possibility you’re in danger.  ❞

THE   SKIN   BETWEEN   CHANI'S   BROWS   FURROWS,   was   there   not   much   the   padishah   emperor   had   to   worry   about?   the   holy   war   in   his   father's   name,   houses   that   came   to   challenge   his   rule,   and   lastly   his   lovely   bride.   as   pale   as   ivory   stone,   perfectly   groomed   to   stand   by   muad'dib's   side,   to   be   mother   to   the   new   empire.   nevermind   that   arrakis   belonged   to   fremen,   to   her   own   people,   not   off   worlders.   what   was   to   become   of   their   ways   now?        ❝        my   safety   is   no   longer   your   concern.        ❞        she   had   searched   his   eyes   out   in   that   crowded   room,   wandered   through   the   blue   within   blue,   and   when   the   veneer   fell   away   so   did   her   heart.   he   is   usul   and   he   is   not.   the   boy   who   cared   for   nothing   save   equal   footing   between   them   didn't   exist,   he   was   messiah   born.   the   taste   of   a   single   tear   still   on   his   lips. 

❝        i   grew   up   here,   i   know   every   inch   of   arrakis.   if   i   do   not   wish   to   be   found   then   i   won't   be.        ❞        yet   paul   had,   his   prescience   provided   more   knowing   than   chani   was   comfortable   with,   it   meant   that   she   took   him   with   her   everywhere.   the   echo   of   him   within   her   own   water   would   never   fade.   it   beat   loudly,   a   frantic   tattoo   against   the   inside   of   her   stillsuit.   she   wants   to   disappear   again.   be   forgotten   entirely.   bury   sihaya   and   the   myth   of   her   where   their   love   had   floundered   and   died.   could   he   not   give   her   that?        ❝        so   take   your   legion   and   let   me   do   so.        ❞

#ruingod #dune spoilers / #lets goooooo #* 𝐢𝐢. answered. ↷ this prophecy is how they enslave us. #two seconds she'll address his love sick confession when she's done yelling

[jadebone]

          he stares at himself in the mirror and fails to recognize himself.  in this moment he is both the boy that was exiled from this estate,  and the man that came back changed completely.  he spent more time than he'd like to admit trading verbal blows with hilo,  defending his own life,  his own decisions,  his own self.     (     '     my gods,  you're just like shae,  letting some american man make a fool of you.  i won't fucking put myself in a position of having to fix the mess you've made, blinded by your own stupid behavior.     '     )     anden splashes cold water on his face until his cheeks feel numb,  then pats it dry.  he takes deep breaths until he stops shaking,  until he feels like a hollow version of the person he was before coming back here.  down the hall,  ru's shrill shrieking turns into giggles,  and he forces a smile as he leaves the bathroom and finds paul with the kids.  it's devastating how good he is with them,  even if his method of entertaining is allowing the older two to scribble in his tattoos with non-toxic markers.  anden picks jaya up in his arms and lets her play with his glasses.  in kekonese,  he addresses the boys,     "     come on,  leave uncle paul alone.  are you trying to play tattoo artist  ?  your da won't be happy about that.     "     hand not holding on to the girl ruffles niko's hair and he tries not to think about how the boy is the spitting image of lan.  he wants to leave,  to turn around and never come back,  but he doesn't know how to explain what happened without breaking into pieces of himself.     to paul,  he says,     "     you're not tired yet  ?  i was sure they would've had you chasing them outside by now.  how'd you manage to keep them so calm  ?     "

               FOR PAULATREIDES  @ruingod  ,  FROM  ANDEN     !

#1/? #:) honey u have a big storm coming... #ruingod #* THREAD : EMERY ANDEN. #* VERSE : BAND.

[daecaerys]

❝ all men must die. we are but death’s instruments, not death himself. ❞

❛ i am not a man. ❜ daenerys replied cheekily, feasting on the irony of it, drink coming to mouth which was half-parted in a smile. the heat was glued to her cheeks as essos' breeze came through the open balcony and she wondered ; this planet, her exile, her prision, had sand but no spice, and still, all said about arrakis was thrice as hard, harsh, as it was here. she could still let her mind wonder. violet gaze meeting pure blue. they could play pretend inside these walls. here, she ruled all, and the enemies could only try to climb inside the pyramid to listen. her men outside would show them the way out. his men would, too. would they try to attack me with the spread muad'dib by my side, as my guest?

❛ i don't fear death, duke atreides of arrakis. if that's what you mean. ❜ she offered the bronze cup, questioning if he'd take it. the warmth still allowed for water, still allowed for wine. she was but a girl, and he was a young boy, and still their backs hurt and they seemed older inside the crumbling palaces of forgotten houses and their hyms. whispering about death. ❛ do you? or do you feel like you own it? the right to kill and to let live. ❜ she did sometimes. it would be to lie to say she found no pleasure in letting rotten souls to burn. still, i am not here to use death as a personal matyr.

#verse tbt : dune. #ruingod #*puts seatbelts* here we goooo #/iconless

[sworngod]

  ݁     ✟    .  @ruingod ﹔ ❛  i need you to understand how much you mean to me.  ❜

          “are   you   going   to   remind   me   of   this   during   each   of   our   talks?”   alia   wondered,   raising   a   curious   brow.   the   two   found   themselves   within   the   walls   of   castle   caladan   ﹔   this   clearly   being   one   of   her   brother’s   good   dreams   rather   than   a   nightmare.   “i   understand   it   perfectly,   brother.   just   as   i   understand   and   believe   that   everything   you’ve   done   in   arrakis   has   been   for   the   greater   good.”   she   spoke   honestly.   this   had   to   have   been   something   that   paul   was   aware   of,   considering   the   fact   that   she   and   their   mother   had   done   everything   possible   to   sway   those   who   didn’t   believe   in   the   LISAN   AL   GAIB.   as   they   walked   through   the   home,   one   room   in   particular   caught   alia’s   attention   over   the   rest—   the   training   space.   with   a   small   gesture   towards   the   room,   alia   followed   paul   inside.   “you’ve   never   offered   to   teach   me   to   fight.   how   else   am   i   meant   to   stand   by   your   side   once   i’m   born?   if   you   were   considering   trying   to   keep   me   locked   away,   then   i’d   advise   you   to   reconsider.”   as   alia   spoke,   she   traces   her   fingertips   along   one   of   the   blades   laid   out   upon   the   table,   “don’t   be   nervous,   brother.   i   can’t   hurt   you   too   badly   in   here.”

#ruingod #LOOK AT USSS yet another dynamic to obsess over <3 #࣪⠀⠀⠀ ✟ ⠀⠀ ⠀-⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝚂𝚃. ⠀⠀⠀ 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙰⠀⠀⠀:⠀⠀⠀main verse .

[dieangelo]

PAULATREIDES   .  .  .     ❝ you cannot sneak up on me like that. ❞

            "     i'm not sneaking up on you.  this is the loudest i exist.     "     which,  to his brother's credit,  isn't very loud.  he walks silently,  as if the shadows underneath are blackholes swallowing all light and sound,  and he isn't fond of drawing attention to himself in other ways.     "     this is my place anyway.  if you're so bothered,  leave.     "     please leave. please,  please,  please.  he's sick of seeing @ruingod's face everywhere,  tired of the questions and comments.  the company of his sisters is much preferred.   is it ethical to summon a monster and cause a single casualty event  ?     probably not,  but paul has worn down on any sense of ethics or morality that had existed within nico  —  he just needs to figure out the summoning part.

#nicos wishing on his downfall.. #ruingod #+ threads #+ answered

[roseguided]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 turned slightly toward confusion. what use did her brother have to tell her such a thing ? while she is thankful he trusts her enough, the woman does wonder if it is to unburden himself of something. some admission that isn't direct enough, but something alia is meant to peak between the lines of. blue eyes blink once, twice, in this surprise & she straightened her back. a deep breath is taken in, pushed out a moment later: ❛ it is . . none of my concern to whom you invite into your bed. ❜ spoken as if it were obvious, a hint of questioning toward the end.

@ruingod said, " YOU SEE I'M HAVING AN AFFAIR, AND YOU JUST ASSUME I'M A BAD PERSON. "

a step is taken forward, ❛ &, out of anyone, i don't believe having relations with your wife is so frowned upon. actually, it's most likely encouraged. ❜ with the need for a clear heir still up in the air. poor chani with her misfortunes in that realm . . who's pain is often on alia's mind. she'd like to think they see one another sisters or akin. ❛ are you admitting this to me because you bear some weight of guilt over it, brother ? that chani would be displeased ? ❜ but of course she would. though, alia can sense that perhaps the fremen woman have already broached the subject.

#ruingod #muse: alia atreides #she's like bro i dont care who ur sleeping with

[feargrown]

VIOLET  BLADE  WHIRS  AND  FLICKERS  AS  IT  LAYS  AT  HER  SIDE.         dark  hair  whips  from  face,  dark  eyes  narrowed  upon  the  other  while  grip  remains  firm  upon  hilt.   safe.  safe  with  him?  with what  he  is?  shifts  stance  so  feet  stand  shoulder-width  apart,  prepared  entirely  for  fight.            ❝           you're  out  of  your mind  if  you  think  i  believe  that.            ❞      nowhere  is  safe  for  a  jedi  -  especially  when  faced  with  darkness,  as  stands  before  her  now  promising  her  safety.  darth  arachne.  the  thought  drips  with  bitterness  while  she  turns  her  head  away  a  moment.  so  much  potential  to  be  good  wasted.  just  like  jacen.  speaking  of  .  .  .             ❝           i  don't  need  your  protection.            ❞

@ruingod said: ❝ you’re safe with me, i swear it. ❞

she  doesn't  want  to  harm  anyone.  breath  comes  in  harsh  inhale  while  she  shifts  so  saber  lies  between  them,  prepared  for  whatever  the  sith  lord  before  her  wishes  to  unleash  upon  her.  she  knows  the  sith.  knows  it  in  every  fiber  of  her  being  from fighting  jacen.  from  familiar  moves,  from  angry  swing  of  blade  and  slam  of  palm  through  the  air  to  send  her  backward.          ❝           i  can  take  care  of  myself.            ❞

#*⠀⠀⠀ 🗡️⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ jaina solo.⠀⠀⠀ ﹕ in character . #ruingod

[desertsprng]

@ruingod said: ❝ I don’t like the way they’re looking at you. ❞

YOU'LL   FIND   NO   ABSOLUTION   IN   SIHAYA'S   SMILE,   cheeks   cracking   from   forced   upright   politeness.   she's   so   ladylike   in   stillness   —   a   pretty   ornamental   trinket   freshly   polished   to   gleaming   perfection.   its   revolting.   teeth   blunted   nails   find   bared   skin   of   his   forearm   chisel   a   space   in   half-moons   that   won't   leave   anything   but   superficial   embeds.   still   they're   closely   observed,   fedaykin   form   rank   in   palace   pets,   mahdi's   zealous   believers.   a   disapproving   cluck   of   her   tongue   and   the   atmosphere   shifts,   sand   beneath   feet   quivering   with   slightest   misstep.   she's   tread   treacherous   terrain   before,   how   could   house   politics   compare?   ❝   was   this   not   your   doing,   usul?   ❞   more   eyes   find   them,   wide   '   n   '   wondering,   even   off   worlders   know   sihaya   hold's   the   emperors   moods   in   her   fist.   a   careful   clutch,   lengthy   fingers   widening   their   spread   to   encompass   the   scowl   on   his   face.   she   does   not   cave   to   excess,   to   the   bright   glittering   jewels   that   adorn   the   empresses   head.   the   flesh   tones   of   fremen   represent   those   that had   made   this   planet   home.   long   before   harkonnen   invasion   and   atreides  rule.   ❝   ...and   the   reverend   mothers.   ❞   the   glistening   of   her   flesh   is   jessica,   the   fabric   that   clung   to   her   wiry   shoulders   and   the   graceful   slope   of   her   spine   was   also.   concubines   were   well   presented,   she   bore   her   teeth   to   be   reminded   of   that.

#ruingod #* 𝐢𝐢. answered. ↷ this prophecy is how they enslave us. #chani vc: sounds like a personal problem DUDE

[jadebone]

PAULATREIDES   . . .   [ ARM ]   the sender rests a hand on the receiver's shoulder, their arm draped around them in order to do so.     +     [ PRAISE ]   the sender, having heard that the receiver has achieved great success in a task or accomplishment, gives them a proud pat and squeeze of the shoulder to convey their congratulations.

            there is no blood, no gore.  upon investigation,  if anden is lucky     (     and he rarely ever is     )     the body at his feet will be determined to have died due to a heart attack.  channeling is a messy affair if one is out of practice,  able to turn a target's insides into a congealed mess.  talon knife is held uselessly in non-dominate hand, clean as the day he got it, the jewel in the hilt digging into the meat of his palm.  he's high off adrenaline, own heartbeat thundering loud enough that he doesn't hear @ruingod beside him, catches only the tail end of his words and the weight of his hand on his shoulder.  anden snaps back to himself as revulsion replaces the thrilling buzz he hasn't felt in so, so long, batting paul away and sinking to the ground to place two fingers at the dead man's neck.  no pulse because a cold body doesn't have one.  no pulse because he's gone gone gone.  anden's fault.  no, paul's fault.     "     we have to—     "     do what  ?  be a coward and run away like last time  ?     "     didn't you say you have people to take care of this type of thing  ?     "     

#combined these two.... womp womp #yes king get back into the bad habit u ran away from in the first place this is going to go just fine #ruingod #* THREAD : EMERY ANDEN.

[publicabsent]

@ruingod: ❝  Still curious and willing to learn, I hope? ❞ / accepting.

despite herself, one eyebrow twitches upwards. curious? always. it's a fatal flaw -- always searching, always looking under rocks at what may-or-may-not be. this often leads to her particular type of peril, her life in the spectral hands of those who no longer have one. but willing to learn? that often depends on what's being taught. "hm? wh - why d'y-you as-s-sk?"

#ruingod #✽ ➝ verse 001. ❜ #✽ ➝ answered. ❜

[walkeddeath]

“   if  anyone  is  ever  mean  to  you ,   i  will  break  all  of  their  fingers  individually .   ”

" --- has anyone ever like, told you you're like, really weird?" head tilts, eyebrow raises, a genuine question with a hint of judgement. it's not that gen isn't flattered, she is and she won't lie about it, rather their curiosity that drives her follow up questions. "like, don't get me wrong dude, like, thanks, totally, but like, gotta ask what you consider t'be mean? cause i don't want any fingers broken over like, someone callin' me annoyin', cause that's just like totally being honest." she shrugs and waves a hand, smiling now. "i'm hoping self meanness is like, exempt from it. kinda like my fingers unbroken, they're a total bitch t'heal."

#ruingod #got no actual idea what this is #just know she's wanted to call him weird since you sent this

[ow1et]

@ruingod — [ 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 ] : sender is lifting captured receiver's chin up.

his actions don’t line up with her expectations, and that is what causes the pinpricks of anxiety along her spine. the restraints are trivial. locks and walls have never held her well ( her parents learned that the hard way ). even when survival didn’t move her piece across the checkered black and white board of pitfalls and quagmire, curiosity did. she’s hard to catch, harder to contain. creatures that ache for freedom often are. there’s only one gilded cage that has ever constrained her wings and it isn’t one of his creation.

breathing hitches when he touches her chin, a hiss like being burned. unseen eyes narrow and head attempts to twist out of tightening grip. but she meets his gaze, guilty pride wrenches it out of her.

" not going for the mask first? " ill - advised taunt cants her head to the side as much as he'll allow. habits die as hard as nurtured condescension. " do you have any idea how many people would kill for this opportunity? and you aren't even taking advantage of it. for shame. "

#ruingod #(ㅤ𝓐. 𝓒.ㅤ)ㅤㅤ—ㅤㅤIC . #(ㅤ𝓐. 𝓒.ㅤ)ㅤㅤ—ㅤㅤANSWERED . #she Actually cannot keep her mouth shut #this hit really hard so ty <3

[flmed]

animosity palpably cascades to the swift clutch o'er the grip &. the trigger as a plea becomes an option in the conversation ––––after unbelievable years of unknown misery @ruingod had created upon him by simply existing &. lured his beloved into believing a false god that could save her &. her baby; the mortal that could resurrect the demise.

the man's scoffing upon his own musing as the muzzle of his gun forces the other to be small &. helpless: an image that he longs to witness, &. yet a satisfaction does not come. to know that misery can be lent to a person who does not know his misery, johann is debating to put his gun down, albeit his teeth is gritting from reluctance,

‘ i will put this down if you answer me this: can you really save people, that cannot even be saved? do you understand how long i've been looking for you––––only to see that you're just small &. weak. are you even a god my wife truly believed? ’ / CRIME THEMED SENTENCE STARTERS

#* in character. interaction. ruingod. #ruingod. #so.. jo's wife believed in him that he could bring back her dead baby fbsjfs. #HEAVY I KNOW I AM SORRY. #but.. cultism... hehe.... #q.

[ruingod]

so terribly loser coded but hes my lil ( tall n skinny ) guy

#◟ 🗡️ ʷʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵈ › yerin chats shit #user ruingod is v much book!paul so 4giv me if he's a lil ??? WEIRD IN THE HEAD ???