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for the few people that still like this stuff, here’s Feyd and Erebus
Ok but hear me out...
Just in case.
As you can tell, ive been drawing.
The sinful creechur that i know as my sister has demanded i make Feyd in a dress, but i cant draw dresses so heres a low quality feyd in a gacha club dress
Them: are you using pride month as a reason to make weird GK999 stuff that nobody will even see?
Me: noooooooooo...
Also me: *draws this* does Feyd look like hes thinking somthing he shouldnt be? crap, now what?
Im not gonna do it, im just thinkin’ about it...
I did it •_•
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welcome to the internet, this here is what the four horsemen do when they’re not planning war or wreaking havoc.
They’re wreaking havoc, but in a sibling manner.
If Ranboo was a GK character, he would either be the son of Erebus or the son of Feyd (since he’s the prince of endermen). Since Erebus is like a million years old and Feyd’s only a few months it makes sense he would be Erebus’s son, and since Ranboo is gay it wouldn’t be too much to assume his parents might be too. His black side would be Enderman, but it would be dark red, and his white side would be ghast, since Malacoda is the only white character in the same time as Erebus.
Either that or Herobrine made a half Erebus half him.
Feyd Rautha would understand the gravity of impregnating a member of the Bene Gesserit. The promise of a powerful heir born with the voice and truthsaying abilities meant a stable driving force for House Harkonnen with ties to those closest to The Emperor. But when you grow a swollen stomach, round and full with his child, the political chess moves are far from his mind.
The Na-Baron is obsessed. At first you note his unwillingness to leave your side, refusing to take to the arena and slay Harkonnen prisoners while you are with child. His dual hunting blades gather dust, Feyd choosing instead to pose his aggression against any male Harkonnen that dares look your way.
Usually unaffectionate, Feyd lays claim to you by placing his hands on you often. His palm presses against the swell of your stomach, feeling the tiny kicks of the child inside. It almost makes him more protective, insisting he, alone, protect you.
Seperate from prying eyes, Feyd cannot keep his hands, his lips, off you.
“You witch,” he hisses between heavy kisses, his firm grip hoisting your thighs over his hips, “You have poisoned me— Bewitched me with your Gesserit powers.”
But when Feyd sinks his cock deep inside you, his palms splayed across your swollen stomach, he’s too busy growling out your name to accuse you of sorcery. In truth, Feyd Rautha would readily fill you with his seed again and again to watch you swell with more of his children.
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