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the insomnia meme.

the i n s o m n i a meme
It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?

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01 • FEAR.

Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.

02 • HUNGER.

Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.

03 • PAIN.

Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.

04 • SOLITUDE.

For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...

05 • DISCOMFORT.

Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.

06 • PENSIVE.

Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?

07 • SADNESS.

Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.

08 • ANGER.

You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.

09 • RESTLESS.

You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.

10 • WILDCARD.

Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario.

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[ The bodies fell apart, ashes mixed into sand. Blood was the only liquid to quench an eternal. Blood. Blood until the land roiled thick with it. Blood caked in her throat.

Serenity sits up in her cot. For the last few minutes, she’s been wide awake, this night’s dream a hundred pinpricks in her spine. Sweat hangs in a thin sheet across her entire body - she reaches up to be greeted by an inferno-hot forehead.

Sickness trickles into her guts and, long enough to see her through as she swings her legs out of the covers, she fears she’ll vomit.

A nightmare. The worst one she’s had since her arrival months ago, even when compared to the madcap images that’d plagued her mind when she’d used the crystal to buffer an attack on the seitch. That effort hadn’t come without its toll: she’d been left drained for days, barely eating, caught in a world between sleep and wake.

That liminal zone, for all its void and darkness, hadn’t contained the horrors of her dream. Nightmare. Hell-glimpse.

Propelled by baser instinct, she stands, gliding across the floor in bare feet and nightclothes. Out the door she goes into twilight hours.

Not far. Her journey wants for distance. Although to Serenity, each step takes a lifetime; by the time she’s reached Paul’s chambers, the terror’s sunk under her eyes and snuck into the hollows of her face. ]

Paul?

[ Her voice sounds foreign, unwelcoming, to her. She’s not so sure she spoke.

The light of two moons fractures into rays of red. She blinks.

She’s desperate to escape the pictures she’d left on her pillow. Behind her eyelids. Here, here.

She might look a madwoman in his room, uncalled for and uninvited, as she claws at her throat. In her haste, she hadn’t put up her hair. It cascades in every direction to prove it has no end. To get here, she’d dragged it on the floor behind.

Jihad.

That word. ]

"I don't care what you believe--I believe!"

[ Paul simply stares at the injured naib. The man he would have called a father figure and a mentor, now changed into a devoted follower. A believer.

Stilgar reaches up and claps his hand onto Paul's shoulder. ] "You WILL take my place, Usul. You WILL lead us to the promised land, eh? All of us here believe it."

[ Not all.

He can feel Chani's stare at his back.

Stilgar waves him away.

Paul moves back to his quarters. They will be emptying out the sietch and moving south. The sietches will come together to discuss what to do with the Harkonnen invaders. How to proceed. Stilgar wants him to take his place and represent them and lead them to paradise. Stilgar believes him to the Lisan Al-Gaib. The Voice From The Outer World.

Paul flexes his hands. Kneels down to the floor of his yali. A hand rests on the floor and eyes close.

Jamis. What should I do? I didn't see this attack coming.

They would have been friends if things had lined differently. If paths were chosen differently.

ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴄʟɪᴍʙꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜᴇꜱᴛ ᴅᴜɴᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴜɴᴛ. ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀꜱ ꜰᴀʀ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ. Jamis's mind floods his senses. Images come to mind of the two sitting on the dunes, looking out over the night desert. The wisdom of the desert imparted to him instead of Stilgar.

The things that could have been.

Paul opens his eyes. Hand curls into a fist. The dreadful purpose fills him once more. There is no more running from it. No more paths to chose and walk. If he can't see then they can't fight. He can't know what pieces are on the board when and where.

They'll kill us all.

He has to go south with them.

Billions dead.

Holy war.

Jihad.

His eyes raise to the doorway as a familiar shape stumbles in. They rest on Serenity's figure and how disheveled she looks. Her hair down and a mess, still clearly recovering from using her own latent abilities to protect the sietch as best she could from the Harkonnen onslaught.

Does she go with him or does he ask Uranus to take her away to the stars? Somewhere safe.

The curled hand relaxes and both simply hang from his knees in silence. ]

[ The silence presses in from every side with no reprieve from Serenity, aside from the ragged edge of her breathing. Fat, hot tears stream down her cheeks towards the hollow of her neck where she wears them in driplets of a necklace, unabashed in her vulnerability.

Her focus hunts him in the dark. Unable to make out the finest details, she trains in upon the most humanoid of shapes until she's at his bedside.

Her legs can't withhold her weight - they make it to him, at least - and she collapses into the waiting mechanism of her knees, hands akimbo at any coverings she can grip.

He'd died.

No, the dream-remnant murmers sweetly, it was far worse.

Her temple grazes the bedframe as she turns her neck. ]

Paul. [ The more she says his name, the more she can ward off. The less the dream means.

More quiet. Her breathing slows. ]

Please, let me stay here with you. Just for a minute?

Edited (just kidding i had to make myself sadder, it's catharsis) 2025-04-05 00:48 (UTC)

[ A hand comes up and cups the back of her neck as she falls down beside him on the floor. A gentle hold. If he walks the path that is before him? This moment may never repeat. There are too many possibilities of fall out that he can think of but not see. ]

They're all going south. [ His voice is quiet, tone mumbled. ] Stil wants me to go with them... and speak in behalf of the tribe. Only a naib can. He'd want me to kill him and take his place.

[ Paul stares at the floor as if it will give him another answer. ] Doing that would make me the mahdi their minds. Becoming what my mother wants me to be makes me their Shortening of the Way.

[ There's no other options. ]

I didn't see this coming. I didn't know they'd attack like this. I have to see to know... to keep everyone safe.

They can't.

[ Southward points to danger. To destruction, irrational flurries light up in her mind. She's awake, yet can hear the screams of suffering that embedded into her sleep. Stop. Stop. Stopstopstop, no, she doesn't want...! ]

You can't. [ Her voice, a tiny, shattered thing, glass beneath feet. Any moment, the world could open up and claim her into the sinkhole threatening her heart.

Everyone. Hear my prayer. Make me what I need to be.

If she's thinking (she may not be, the whims of her wreckage too overpowering), it's not enough to moor her instinct; a hand frees itself from the nest of blankets to take his wrist, wrap it up so that she can stroke the heel of his thumb. ]

I had a...nightmare. A terrible one, about the Fremen and the rest of us.

Edited 2025-04-05 02:26 (UTC)

They have to. They're bringing all the tribes together to decide what will happen next. [ Paul closes his eyes. The terrible purpose haunting him once more. Settling over him. Deep in his bones. His person. What he was bred to be and do. ] There's no other choice now. They can destroy us all now. The board changed. We have to change with it.

[ He finds a sort of finality within his mind. Not a peace nor a comfort. Just a knowledge in the path that he was always to walk on... ]

What was your dream about?

[ At first, it seems as though she may not answer, her ministrations at his hand the apex of her ability for the time. She shakes her head, in fact; he may feel it from where he holds her.

But Serenity is Serenity to the quick and soon, the words double to the frontlines. ]

Death. If they go south, so many of them won't ever leave. Or if they do- [ A garrott is around her windpipe. How can she speak? How can she go on, when the dreams cut at her heels? ] Blood will run until the whole world is dry of it, men and women and children.

[ Her back hunches toward some invisible center of gravity. No longer a person, she's a fountainhead to the images. ]

Stars blink out as their life-forces perish. But some raised their hands to worship a-and...I couldn't look at who they were gazing up at. Until I had to, then-

[ From the sound, the tears must be back (they'd never left), soiling the edges of the blankets. Her tone flies distant, now, almost unawares of who she's telling. ]

More pain. Thousands of years of it, and I saw the Sovereign. [ A title held at arm's length; breathing it to life gives it power. Messiah of Silence. ] She raised her glaive to end worlds. Again. Again. Again, I lost count of it. And I couldn't stop their crying.

[ They called out for a Messiah.

Somewhere along the way, she began clinging so tight to him that her nails bite skin where they can. ]

After eternity, I stood at the edge of the [ Say it. ] end. A pit of all the darkness that's ever existed and ever will. It was where stars are born before it fed on the decay brought into the universe. I-it told me I belonged to it.

[ The bed holds her aloft, nothing else. ]

It told me its name was Chaos and that it would devour the light inside of me and with it, everything.

[ As always, she speaks through emotions and images. The images do not match the ones he has seen in his mind, but instead, they echo it. All he does is hold her as the information and horror spills out of her. There is little else he can do. When visions on Arrakis take hold of the mind? All one can do is move with them. Let them flow out of you until nothing is left.

Most the time it simply happens in his dreams.

What she sees is unknown to him, information and things reflecting in away her mind knows them. The way her kingdom had seen and understood the universe. He simply blinks as he processes it all. Gaze falls back once more to the floor. ]

The Lisan Al-Gaib. Kwisatz Haderach. [ His voice continues in the low fashion and mumbles. The Shortening of the Way. Voice of the Outer World. Endless names. ] That's who they're worshiping.

A jihad in the name of their promised messiah. The one who will lead them to paradise. The one that will see Arrakis turn from desert to a lush green world. Rain. Clouds in the sky. All done on a path of billions of lives from war, famine, and upheaval of the Known Universe.

[ He gently guides her to pull back from him. Just enough so that his blue tainted eyes can stare into her eyes. ]

I don't know the things you have seen besides that, Serenity. [ A gentle shake of his head. He doesn't dismiss her visions. ] Prescience is limited to what the mind can process. That's why humanity is limited in their vision.

[ A sad smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. He waits to see if her visions and dreams have led her to the identity of the horrible being that brings so much death... or if he should announce it himself. ]

[ An united attunement passes through at the eyes, hers still crystal blue in spite of the beginnings of the kiss of Arrakis present in the innermost corners. She shakes her head.

Can’t.

Don’t.

She knows.

What’s worse, the growing affection she has for him, so obvious in her expression, never flags for a microsecond. ]

Jihad. [ Turns the word over with a too sharp of knack, salt poured on the tongue. Jihad in his name. ] But it’s a dream, and they can change.

[ How she has changed. It’s a testament to the sandstorms of Arrakis that they’ve worked on a girl who, only months ago, would’ve laid in a shamble on the mat. Instead, she drags closer, elbows propped against the surface that permits them.

Dreams aren’t set in stone nor sand. She dreamed of who she would marry, or who she thought, and that path wound another way. Love hadn’t come to them.

(For someone who claims to memorize her own heart, she misses obvious clues.)

Neither does this have to. ]

Edited 2025-04-05 12:44 (UTC)

[ The small sad smile remains on his face. There is no other way. Maybe there never was and he had simply fooled himself. The hand at the back of her head moves up to brush the mixture of tears and sweat from her cheeks. He's resigned to it all now.

It's become necessary to see.

All he hopes is that if he can see he will know why such a horrible future haunts him and has ever since he came to Arrakis. ]

You have the choice to leave now, Serenity. Have Uranus take you back to the stars in the morning. I have to go south with the others. The Harkonnens are using weapons that the Convention have long discarded. This is officially a war now.

[ As soon as it slides down, his open palm serves as a lifeline to her. In a blink - it's her mother's, Uranus', Mars', any who've touched her with a spark of kindness, and she's dying for it, her chin tilted towards him so that the horizon of contact never ends.

She'll lock him here. Away, inside of her, where it's safe, they'll rebuild the sietch, protect the people.

Or they could both go back. Not that there's a place for them, either of them, but the blood wouldn't reach them. ]

War won't stay here. It's s-sickness. [ Given time to mull over the ruthlessness of the Imperium, she's yet to comprehend why men make war to begin with, but she's discovered that their battles never stay in one place. War makes wounds that fester and infect the good flesh around it until worlds are corpses.

It shouldn't be that way. It isn't fair. But if no one stops the wheel... ]

I'm to be exiled again. Be kept away behind walls while the rest of us die.

[ Near inaudible, her words strangled out by a safety net she's already taken in the shape of him.

Us. ]

It spreads across the universe like unquenchable fire. They rage a war in the name of their messiah. Those who don't believe die.

Pilgrims worship at the shrine of my father's skull.

[ He's known the possibilities of this future for some time. He has desperately tried to fight against it and find other avenues. Now, the path comes at him and demanding of a choice. He knows if he doesn't see then they will all die at the hands of the Harkonnens backed by the Emperor. They believe he is their mahdi no matter how much he has pushed against the idea. No matter how he has tried to explain it is a concept that is not him, but a long standing manipulation. They will not hear it. They hear what they want to hear.

The mahdi is so humble he does not even admit to being the madhi!

Paul sighs and lowers his gaze once more. The family atomics will cause untold death. The Harkonnens will cause untold death. Death. It's everywhere. He can't escape it. Every path leads to worse and worse ideas in his mind. There has to be a way he can't see. He has to see it now.

There are no other paths. ]

It's an option for you to take. The decision is yours. I'm only offering it to you.

Edited 2025-04-05 20:58 (UTC)

[ Homage of that sort would be the last thing Duke Leto wanted. While she never met the man, she can only imagine his reaction. A martyr with one singular purpose. Wielded like a sword. The heads of his people, the possession of his son by a compulsion that seems impossible to battle. Even in death, the poor man finds no peace.

The ones he's left behind come out no better after the floods.

Listening to the metronome of Paul's voice, she's skirted along the floor enough that her upper arm abuts his knee. ]

No. [ A face pale as solar dust reflects back at him. Her fingers nudge at his leg. ] I won't. Never, not when people I care about are hurt.

[ At 'hurt', her head's resting at the outside curve of his thigh. ] I'll send Uranus off planet.

Edited 2025-04-06 00:11 (UTC)

[ Paul freezes only long enough for her to make herself comfortable. Then, a hand raises and hesitantly rests atop her head. He thinks briefly that she should have her hair loose more often--free from restrains. Something he seemingly can't become. ]

You know Uranus would stay here to protect you. You can't simply send her away. [ He realizes the irony before he even says the statement. ] What's more important? Living and fulfilling what your mother would of wanted for your future... or following me down a path of horror? Especially when that path won't grant the arrangement our parents agreed on.

[ She doesn't appear in the visions of that horrible ugly future. Perhaps that means she is kept safe from all of the destruction. She leaves the borders of the Known Universe to the kingdom she came from. She lives with those guardians that keep her safe. Someone on a planet that resembles the Old Earth finds her and captures her heart.

Paul blinks once then closes his eyes with a sigh. He can't tell if it had been a vision or wishful thinking. ]

[ Her loose hair - pretty and impractical- only indicates another barrier of between her and this place that everyone else imagines. ]

She has duties. [ Following a pregnant pause, water still heavy at her lashes, Serenity responds. Paul’s hand at the top of her head must’ve sedated her temporarily. The rumble along her back pacifies. Her shoulders even. ] She also has a woman that she loves.

[ Her guardians, her mother, even Paul, she sometimes allows, think her a child. Maybe that is her fault, too; she’s never been able to make them understand what she sees. The words don’t come. If only she could rip herself open, let them be her a little.

If the crystal could follow their pulse like it does hers, all would make sense.]

Mama made her promise. I’ve made a different one I’ll need to keep, not just to you. The visio- nightmare can’t stop me.

[ Another tear. This time, she catches it at her knuckle. ]

I’m wasting too much water.

Mmm. [ Paul says nothing more on the subject.

Serenity's decisions are always guided by the heart. His life and examples have always been that one puts duty before that. Thus, he can't see where Uranus would simply put her duty to care for her Queen to the side for her lover. Then again, he is also mildly surprised that none of the other guardians have made their way to the Imperium, or at the very least Arrakis. ]

I won't tell the others. [ About the fact her water has been wasted. ] I imagine there has been a lot of water wasted these last few days.

[ Serenity is not a child in his mind. Naive and far too willing to let her heart dictate decisions. However, as he has deduced her to be an empath, he is also keenly aware it is her nature. It leads to things needing to be explained more in the matters of emotions and not simply just the cold hard truth and facts of the matter at hand. ]

You should try to sleep again for the few hours we have left. The journey south is going to be harsh. A few of us will direct the worms while the rest of you sit on their backs. We need to move quickly before the Harkonnens return to finish the job.

[ The outposts of Serenity's system, unexplained to Paul due to her own frail understanding, are a complex web that must be minded with the upmost care. Some guardians cannot leave their stations. Others-

If they did, the results would upturn even Paul's Golden Path, though neither of them know that. Only one knows the ending of the story in its fullest shape - and Pluto is sworn to her silence.

But Paul, for the most part, is correct: Serenity lingers in the periphery of her upbringing and her kinder angels, perhaps as much as slave to her love for everyone she meets as he is to his destiny. For it's love, her own brand, that binds her to this planet, the Fremen, him.

Is she in love with him? Some have started to gossip that the poor girl harbors an unrequited affection for the mahdi. Although the truth is...

Harder to piece, as all things are.

She's not moved her head. Months ago, she'd stopped wearing her golden earrings and the pearl clips in her hair, asleep or otherwise. Arrakis shapes any obstacle put in its path. I'm wasting too much water.

Blue-within-blue. What she's yet to tell anyone (Uranus, Paul, anyone) is that the spice, especially at night, hurts as it widens her senses. The pain the people of Arrakis suffer. Their regrets, their hopes, their devoutness. An ocean of consciousness to fall into. A snare.

Not only from the Fremen. The people of other stars nearby, too.

She feels.

Sometimes, it's more than she can bear. ]

...can I sleep in here?

Yes.

[ Paul gently shifts then to encourage her to move. A gesture is made for her to get comfortable on the bed--under the covers if she prefers. He has no intentions of sleeping despite how he should. His mind is not racing, but more, coming to terms with the layers upon layers of implications and meanings behind the path he is about to embark on. The Golden Path remains beyond his understanding or even knowledge for the moment.

All he truly knows is the death that will follow this choice. The suffering. The war for their messiah. Yet, somehow, that terrible purpose that fills him gives him the feeling that something could be far worse. Now, he can't run from the choice. He either moves south or they will all die.

His eyes follow as she moves to lay in the bed. A blink, then eyes move downcast once more. Legs swing over the side of the bed, but he makes no move to leave it. Not until she will fall asleep. Even then he does not plan to leave the room.

How long will she be willing to stay with that promise once things change? ]

[ Without a shred of a thought of how this isn't how proper heirs behave, unwed and so close, she floats into his bed like the impropriety doesn't exist. She will take the covers, a nod in thanks, and soon enough she's hunkered down as sure as she'd been tucked in. Warm.

Despite the perspiration that drenches her nightgown, the heat his blanket radiates siphons her in, in, deeper into an embrace she didn't ask for. The fabric cradles her cheeks; for a length, only her eyebrows are visible alongside a tuft of hair.

Then, gentle puffs of air from the fortress.

Has she fallen back to sleep?

A squeak from the padding below them. ]

...you know that I'll do anything to protect as many of us as I can, don't you?

[ Half-question, one you offer up to the night. ]

(* visions because she dies before they get to KH time. )

Edited (okay i'll stop for real) 2025-04-08 22:26 (UTC)

[ He pauses in his step as she speaks. Eyes move towards the ceiling of the room as if he would be able to see the stars above. That terrible purpose fills him once more; the sense that has nearly fully awakened telling him the answer to the declaration.

She won't like the answer, but it's the truth. ]

That's not your purpose here, Serenity. You can't stop what's coming anymore than I can. [ His tone has changed. No just longer Paul Atreides, no just longer Maudi'dib. A tone of knowing. Old yet ageless.

The sleeper has almost awakened. ]

I don't know what yours is yet. I can't see it yet.

( presience blocking presience woops )

Edited 2025-04-08 23:06 (UTC)

[ They've had this conversation. This same argument, too, where she insists that the future won't be set in stone. She'll plead. She'll entreat his softer side. Try, she'd say, and think of another path. We could find one together.

She's tired of this conversation. It never helps.

In lieu of the usual, she holds her tongue. Pulls her arm under her side. Observes his back from her burrow.

There's something else at the tips of her fingers, just beyond her knowing. ]

Tell me what you think. [ Clarification: ] Not what you see, what you think might become of me.

( *great coming her direction. )

[ Finding another path would, at this point, require him to see. Gaining the family atomics and using them would lead to a path worse than the one they are headed--breaking the Convention. Simply announcing himself as the returned Duke Paul Atreides would not make the impact needed. Allowing the Harkonnens to continue as they are leads to the death of everyone.

Eyes raise at her question. He glances over ag her. Then, they lower again. Her answer is not as simple as she would believe. Like everything else around him, it is a careful balancing act. ]

I think if you can take how you feel--what you naturally are--and hone it into a way that the Imperium works? You'll survive. If you accept the universe for how it is, not only what you think it could be? You'll be able to find the path you desire.

I think your path can lead either to destruction or restoration. It just depends on how you approach it and act on it. Not only feel.

[ She settles back into the plush of the bed once she lets free a prolonged exhalation, the remains of what she’d been holding. Short of exasperation, near to an affinity for what she’s told. ]

I thought you might say that. [ And she flips over onto her back so that her head lolls, the watch upon the ceiling now. Her right elbow hooks over her body to allow her forearm to rest at her stomach. ] If I can only save myself, though, I’m not sure what these powers are good for at all.

[ Although he may not see it in the dark, her expression sends her light years away. ]

Maybe I’m selfish, but I don’t want to just survive. I need to do more so I can figure out why I was born into this universe.

You can't save someone else if you don't save yourself first. [ Paul gently states with gaze moving to her once more. ] Trying to save everyone first won't lead to those answers. You have to survive first then carve your place into the Imperium. All we can do on Arrakis right now is survive.

[ A long pause follows. ] You're more than just the abilities you have, Serenity.

I'm sorry if my answer wasn't what you wanted to hear.

paul atreides | dune | ota

As discussed, assuming a lil’ time skip/them being more ~involved, but keeping stuff bendy

aggressively tweaks the timeline don't worry golden path intact

golden path, priority number one, also I read that as 'twerks on the timeline' which, tbh, real

watch paul eventually go NAH oh cool [ dune messiah spoils ]

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spice-fueled visions said 'worst of dune meets worst of sailor moon? ok bet.' [ stars spoilers ]

[ dune redacted ] + [ bssm redacted ] = killin it.

that TikTok ‘she knows’ song

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pulling the old Usagi special

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Get this guy to drink the worm pee already!!

will that make things better or worse? (related: i've convinced myself she doesn't show up in his*)

I mean he'd at least tell her things so... (ALSO WOW NO *sad kw noises* i was going with presience

IT COULD GO EITHER WAY, who knows? Either explanation, can't wait until he sees some of the...not*

definitely let her meet end game paul lmao

nooooo but yes, I need some of that good angst

he'll get to tell her all the stuff and she'll understand!!

I mean he'd at least tell her things so... (ALSO WOW NO sad kw noises i was going with presience