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[of-the-sword]

"Why couldn’t my family have had a more normal heirloom, like an engagement ring or something?"

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Heirloom was written by Robin Howell and performed by Robin Howell. Audio editing and sound design by Tal Minear. Produced by Ezra J. Wayne and Tal Minear.

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Me and the Devil ; ii

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word count: 8.5k warnings: familial trauma, descriptions of blood/violence, irrationality due to bad coping mechanisms, fear, Paul has one (1) almost-panic attack, switching POVs, arranged marriage, politics, not much else. mutual mistrust. notes: hi again <3 here with chapter two remastered of this fic. feedback very much appreciated, i rly love 2 chat :) also a little bit of smut in the next chapter ! should be coming soon. previous series masterlist

In the traditional customs of House Bourbon, the path to marriage is paved with symbolic rituals and gestures, each sacred to the planet Sabberon's native culture. Though the house may have dwindled in stature over the past three centuries, its customs and rituals remain rooted deeply in the enduring legacy of a once-great lineage, which claims to come from the root of the planet itself.

Unlike the grandiose affairs of many larger noble houses, betrothal within House Bourbon is considered an intimate and sacred process, guided by the rhythms of nature. Rooted in their own ancient spiritual religion – which has embattled centuries of change and upheaval – marriage is viewed as not merely a union between two individuals, but an acknowledgement of the ancestors who came before them, and those who will come next. 

This section reviews the process of Courtship and Betrothal for the House of Bourbon, including: 

Betrothal Gifts 

Heirloom Exchange

Harvest Festival Offering

Ceremony: Handfasting Ritual and Vows

Marriage Consummation: The Sacred Pine of Sabberon

-  “Chapter 68: Customs of Marriage,” The Noble Lineage: Exploring the Customs and Cultures of the Houses Major of Landsraad. Atreides Library. 

A skip in the audio of the holovideo playing before Paul jolts his vision. 

Gathered back to the land of the living, his head jerks in the palm of his hand, lashes sleepily knotting over the glossy page below him. 

The video does not cease its accented drone, the voice sounding eerily similar in cadence to your own Sabberovna accent; though his eyes laze along the words as they are read out to him in the documentary; a faint twitch of muscle below his eye does not give up as he blinks the syrupy remnants of his dozing away. 

"Marriage consummations are a deeply personal and intimate affair–” An innopportune time perhaps to focus; an unease pools within Paul’s stomach as his eyes flick from Thufir back to the textbook before him, fighting a sprout of resistance that blossoms into disdain as he reads the page. 

Among the more unique traditions of House Bourbon, the consummation of marriage takes place outdoors, through a path walked by many ancestors. Upon a pristine white sheet, under the House's Sacred Pine tree, this ritual symbolizes not only producing legally recognized descendants, but also the sacred union of the betrothed with nature and their ancestral lineage. 

It grows increasingly hot in the study room; Paul’s cheeks burn, his throat drying up as his ears pick up the droll words that read just a line behind his own pace. A glance to Thufir reveals an irritatingly calm expression – Paul blinks away his rising anxiety, some stirring creature of reluctance and alarm; what kind of archaic ritual culture does your house have? 

Paul can hardly imagine you practicing any such traditions on Geidi Prime – though the very thought of what your life had been like sends a wave of nausea through him. 

Words blur and dance; mocking with implications, with visions of white, with soil under grasping fingers, with soft sounds swallowed by thick brush, sharp gasps dissolved by the call of birds in the trees. 

A sunbeam penetrates his vision, and it is searing; with a sharp breath, Paul's fingers pinche the bridge of his nose.

A life guided by the words of duty and future is one too swaddled by a promise of one day – but to Paul’s horror, one day has seemingly overnight become today, and he feels the sands of time slipping through the cracks of his cupped hands, blinded by the sun. 

Noises are too loud – birds scream in the sky outside, the wind howls and wails – the hum of the holovideo has set his teeth on edge, and the quiet breathing of the tutor in the corner has caused a twitch upon his eye. 

It is all very suddenly too much. 

Here he sits, a boy in a castle; and a looming presence upon his shoulders, shadows which bend in the light and whisper the names of those who have sabotaged his family for centuries. Such small panic suddenly festers and blooms into a garden of contempt, curling with branches of sharp thorns.

A hand to keep within his own – a hand which curled around pools of shadows for years. You, who walks the halls of this very castle – who haunts his mind with the ghostly absent gaze and your very own kinds of shadows. 

It is too much. 

With a sharp sigh, he snaps. “Don’t you think it’d be more pertinent to study Harkonnen tactics, instead of this?” Paul’s voice cuts clear through the accented drone of the video, his arms crossing sharply. “She’s just as accustomed to that, I’m sure.” 

Erratic breathing takes his senses in a moment; and he is left with a sweat-stuck tunic and a panicking heartbeat. Thufir turns to Paul, eyes sage, wary. 

“Paul, she was–” 

And immediately, his voice is far too calm for the matter at hand; a Harkonnen puppet walks these halls, and yet even in the preparation for the upcoming Space Trade Referendum, Paul seems to be the only one with any such sense of alarm.

It is just as soon as Thufir begins that Paul’s rage takes hold. “–No! Nobody will listen. She was one of them for almost half a decade. She was accused of espionage, her family was proven of it – who's to say this isn't just another trap?" 

Mentat training can take a lot out of one, Paul has been told; and so Thufir lets him release his anger, with very little protestation – it serves to irk Paul further.  

There is that anger once more, the scraping hunger that claws through his chest and calls for him to pick up a blade. Abruptly, Paul rises – an uncharacteristic burst of emotion, he swallows.  “Thufir,” His heart thunders, panic rising, “I will finish my readings on Sabberon later, I swear to it. But I’d prefer to do it on my own, if it’s alright.” 

Thufir holds his gaze for a moment, though a ghost of acceptance reflects in his visage. “Very well. Though I may remind you: Your father suggests you initiate the heirloom exchange soon.” He finishes; Paul’s overwhelmed expression must bleed through the deep breath he takes.

“Sit down, young lord. Let us begin today with cause and effect–”

On Caladan, the sun casts long shadows through the windows at midday.

But hiding behind drawn clouds of moisture, it is sullen and gray this afternoon. The third day waking up within the castle has brought you news that the Duke wishes to meet with you in the late afternoon; and that you are invited to join the Duchal family for supper this evening – though besides this, your day is free. 

A daunting thing indeed. 

The morning is spent staring warily at the dark corner of your chambers, awaiting the ghost to crawl from the shadows once more; though he does not, and your dreams begin to slip away into a misty memory of a wooded forest and a sinister grin.

Despite your fears of the dark, it is serene in your chambers – natural curves of patterned wooden beams, spined arches which draw in the warmth of the sun; steaming tea and three girls who sit with you quietly, watching you move as if you’re made of porcelain. 

The news of your impending meeting with Duke Leto has settled anxiety deep within you – a foreboding thing in of itself, but the sense of apprehension has spiraled you into a restless stirring. 

It is not until you finish preparing your hair for the mourning veil that you speak – and with a voice soft but firm, you turn to the girls who tidy your space. “I'd like to go explore,” you decide, turning from your vanity to watch their looks of surprise.

You have not left your chambers much since your arrival; aside from attending sparse meals and the first morning when Paul had escorted you through the premises, you’ve remained in the dreamspace of your room, twitching at shadows and waking yourself up with hoarse screams. 

In truth, you yearn for the comfort of metal and leather curled beneath your fingers; an itch unable to satisfy, a phantom limb which looms somewhere in the depths of the castle. In a blink, you're lost to it: A glint of a blade from your dream, hands lithe and pale reaching for the hilt.

You watch the shine of the sun over the sea as your veil is lifted over your eyes, haunted by visions of metal glinting under a black sun.  

It is with mercy that you are dressed today – dark trousers and a tunic the same deep cerulean as your veil.; and your chambers are left quietly with a denial of company from the workers who clear your tea.

You slink in that way you know how; with a small smile growing on your lips unbidden as you inhale such a clean breeze that courses through the ancient place. It is, in a way, quite a solace; your lungs, so heavy and exhausted by the recycled air of Giedi Prime – a fresh breath, one that does not sting your throat. 

A freedom licks at your spine as you continue, turning corners on a whim, eyes sliding in avoidance of any other being you pass, though you bid them a good day with a nod of your head. It is peaceful in this castle, and some resentment bubbles in your stomach because of it. Beams high above your head are patterned and shaped to breathe intricate shadows over your frame; high, vaulted ceilings, old stone cool beneath your palm. Along the castle, plants burst with the fruits of healthy care; and laughter echoes somewhere far off in its depths. 

In another world, you would have felt such joy to call this your home. 

Today's clothing is more forgiving; your trousers are loose but more reinforced at the hips and waist, allowing you to move much quicker and quietly through the halls. A gentle swish comes from the cloaked veil upon your head – and you, with a moment of resistance, nearly rip the damned thing off. How easy it would be, to toss it into one of the several lit hearths in the vicinity, eliminate the evidence of it.

There still remains a small rage within you, simmering and igniting more each day you go on like this – resentment for the customs that you barely know, for your house that no longer exists; for the people lost to time and slipped through the grasp of your family’s lineage. An embarrassment, you know, to be told of your own family's traditions by foreigners.

Out the window is a glimpse of the glistening sea. Violent in its own way, it slams against the cliffside, silent to you but louder than life; it is green in the way everything is, and once more, you wish to see the planet without the veil’s tinted vision. 

But in a blink, the sea changes; it is dirt, soil acidic and unfamiliar – and a casket is lowered into it, forested and glossy; it is sand, sun glinting and white – and bodies are thrown down upon it, black blood leaking and jeweled. 

Guilt is an old friend, and you welcome its embrace with a swallow and shaky hands. 

You leave the window behind. 

The walls seem much more empty as you go further into the castle's bowels, dragging your palm along the cool stone; at the turn of a corridor, you find yourself at an ornate doorway. There are intricate carvings deep set within the wood – a man and a bull; your fingers trace the slope of the man’s shoulders, pressing gently to feel the door give way easily. 

The air is still within the room – a study, one with shelves and shelves of ancient artifacts, of tomes and scrolls. Your arm stirs the sunbeam leaking in from the high-set window; dust particles swirl and dance in your wake. A slow turn yields an understanding – several pieces of select furniture are covered with sheets, as if the room is no longer commissioned; You bite back the lingering feeling that you're somewhere you're not supposed to be. 

There is no true danger – if you were to wander somewhere you didn't belong on Giedi Prime, you'd have been punished; though in truth, you doubt the guards here would dare touch you unless you gave them a reason to. 

You walk among the forgotten room, hidden away from prying eyes; fingers over the spine of a leatherbound tome, eyes tracing over the foreign language. 

You come upon a large hawk spreading its wings carved in the window in front of you: large, proud; green and black with gold embellishments. The Atreides colors. 

And then, another book that your forefinger traces – a deep blue color, the spine is old and well-read. A few of the pages are even dog-eared, the dust deliberately swept off its pages as if it was read recently.  

Caladan: A Comprehensive Ecological Study of Biodiversity.

You pull it out gently, if only to study its contents quickly, momentarily forgetting the task of finding the armory in your piqued interest; Yet before you can explore further, you hear footsteps approaching from behind. 

Hair stands up on your neck. 

They're light, sneaking – intentionally quiet. In less than a breath, you whirl around, slipping the book into the waistband of your trousers, hidden by the train of your veil from behind. Though the presence becomes apparent, your hand instinctively goes to your hip; and you come up empty, a flash of irritation washing over you as a reminder of your absent beloved nameday knife. 

Paul Atreides stands in the doorway, expression guarded as he takes in the sight of you, stood amidst the shelves.

You flounder, having expected it to be one of your handmaidens coming to redirect you, or perhaps a member of the Duke's guard – but his stare is similar in its surprise; flecks of green turn suspicious, glancing to the desk beside you, towered with old Atreides family war strategies and tomes of battle tactics.  

“What are you doing in here?” His voice is accusatory in itself; no greeting to you beforehand to soften the blow of accusation. His cheeks are flushed, eyes narrow – he is harsh in the dim light, and you do not need to see the crazed look in his stare to know he’s agitated about something. Irritated. 

This causes no waver in your position; you lift a concealed brow. “The door was open.” 

His voice returns with its same sharpness. “This is my father's old study.” He takes another step into the room, “It's not meant for prying eyes.” 

A lurch in your heart at the implication, a rush of heat prickling your skin. You stiffen.

“I was looking for a place to train,” your voice shoots back, stubborn and defiant. No matter how thinly veiled, you bristle at his suspicion. “I didn’t intend to intrude on your father's privacy.” You continue, “You may give him my apologies when you see fit.” 

Dust swirls in a storm next to Paul; his gaze is piercing, laced with distrust despite his chivalrous facade. Your pride prickles under his narrowed scrutiny. 

“Forgive me if I’ve offended you, Lady Bourbon,” His words clip you and set your jaw tight, “Considering certain circumstances, I'm sure you understand our cautiousness in matters of trust.”

A bristle in your spine, temper heating your cheeks as he continues, “But if you're lost, then allow me to escort you.” 

Your step forward is no such acceptance of his venomous tongue. “Forgive me for assuming you’d know better than to judge based on matters of circumstance,” you retort, your voice sharp with wound, “Please don't exert yourself, my Lord, I'm sure I can find the armory without a chaperone.” 

It is a brush past his shoulders in the doorway; you leave with a burning frustration, fingers flexing for a blade – your footfall echoes in the corridor, some staccato rhythm you cannot care to hide any longer. Anger pulses through your veins, simmering your resentment; a belittling thing, to let Paul speak to you like you are the enemy. 

Paul told you just yesterday that you will one day be Lady Atreides; if he is so afraid of your so-believed connections with House Harkonnen, why has he not insisted you be cast away?

Resentment is a familiar beast clawing in your heart: Your own lineage is gone. A house as old as the planet it ruled, burnt to the ground – the other Houses Major, complacent and willing to see it happen – and they plan to use you for themselves. 

You may be betrothed to Paul Atreides, but you will never be a part of their house; your blood is the ancient blood of the Pine, of the Sword.

You'll have to be a wife to the future Duke – sire an heir, live in the castle, command the planet. 

But you will not go down easy. 

The armory is not as empty as you'd wished. 

In fact, it is one person too many; you're mistaken sorely when you storm in, chest heaving and cheeks hot with anger, to find one person standing in the middle of the floor. Hurt and anger boil dangerously within you; and the only thing that might placate you is swinging a blade. 

Your arrival is not quiet. 

“Duncan.” You greet the man icily; He faces you, blinking back his surprise with a poorly concealed expression. 

And, salt rubbed into your poorly healed wounds: He uses your first name; a gentle thing as he nods to you. "Is everything alright?" He wonders. 

A foolish question, really. 

In anger, you nearly scream; Why did you wait so long to get me? Where were you? Where were my parents?

But you already know the answer. They were doing nothing. 

You grit your teeth, instead striding purposefully towards him, tossing the book from your waistband onto the floor with a smack. “You're the Swordmaster of the Duke,” Your voice is cool, masked – and of course, this is known; He's been Duke Leto's Swordmaster since before you were born into the world. 

“That's right.” He affirms, wary of your movements as you stride towards the weapons rack.

You hum, fingers tracing over the various weapons laid out – none of which, your precious nameday blade. “I find myself missing my knife,” You muse, “If I remember correctly, you took it from me on Giedi Prime.”

It is then that you walk slowly towards the center of the sparring mat where he stands, in front of the rack of shortswords. You look up at him. “I would like it back.”  

To your surprise, Duncan nods – a flicker of something in his gaze. “Of course,” He agrees, “Would you like to spar for it?”

He reads you like a book.

You, after only a brief moment, acquiesce: “No honor without a fight.” 

And so without waiting for a response, you snatch a blade from the rack; He tosses you a shield that you activate swiftly around your wrist, assuming an offensive stance as he settles his own. 

For a moment, neither of you move; your blood sings, eager to take out your anger; eager to show him who you've become. 

To show the beast everyone expects you to be. 

You lunge at him; it is quick that you are reminded of his impeccable skill – you’ve not sparred with anyone in over a week and a half, save the weak attempt at a fight you gave to Duncan and his men when you were taken on Giedi Prime. 

In the commotion of your family's abdication, the arenas had been filled to the brim with your house's soldiers and advisors the whole week leading up to your exit from Giedi Prime; Even Feyd had been too occupied to fight with you.

It takes only minutes before your muscles are aching, screaming.

The frustration of the morning and the despair within your stomach spurs you forward, keeping your feet under your body; and soon, your panting and the clang of steel on steel fills the room, punctuated only by both you and Duncan's measured breathing. 

It’s been a lifetime and a half since you last trained with Duncan Idaho. 

There was a time that you moved together like water, even when you were just fifteen; he'd taught you how to fight like a Ginaz Swordmaster just as much as your own family did – and though his visits were sparse, he'd never miss Sabberon’s harvest festivals. 

He, arriving onto the snow-kissed tarmac and you, always with a blade in your grip and your brother's hand in the other.

You were graceful when you were young and still learning – but now you're quick, snarling like a rabid dog, lashing out with tooth and nail. It feels nothing like it used to be, and it shows in his expression. 

“Have something to say, Idaho?” you hiss – a quick gasp from you as he gets near to taking you down, ducking at the last second as he charges your right side. He lets out a breath as you slide past him, slamming your elbow hard into his side; A dirty move. 

You have little room to feel relief that he seems some manner exerted – you, however, are drenched in sweat, fatigued, and alight with endorphins. A sheen over his forehead in the light leaking into the room is all forgiven to you as you duck a blow. His brows raise. “You fight different, Little Bourbon.” 

And a pang in your stomach once more at the nickname, how easily it comes to him. As if nothing’s changed. “You already told me that.” You hiss, wiping sweat from your brow and parrying a strike to your side, “It's the veil.” 

To be fair, it could be the veil – it's restrictive, catching on corners, pinning beneath your arm, tangling as you fight hand-to-hand; simply, it is inimical to your interests.

Though he does not bite at such bait. “Is it not the years with those beasts?” 

Your blood runs cold.

“What do you know of those beasts?” You snap, heart pounding; memories of pale hands slipping over yours, of a glinting black smile – the one that'd called you pet but paraded you like a wife; Spoiled you, ruined you – haunted you, nurtured you. 

What is that old saying, about biting the hand that feeds you? 

But in a swish of the veil and a blink, Feyd-Rautha is once more in front of you; curved blades, painted chest, and a sinister smile.

Your steps stumble back in shock, your breath caught in your throat. An intimidating, lithe frame of shadow – and he laughs a mirthless, dangerous chuckle. 

Don’t worry, my pet. I will find you again.

It is all you can do: You lash out, grunting as you swipe at his face – though as your blade comes down against the shield, it is once again Duncan in front of you. 

You can't hide the gasp as you blink away the vision, heart thudding heavy between your ribs. 

His recovery is swift, tutting, “I didn't mean to imply that it is a weakness, my lady.” He blocks a blow and you struggle for a moment against his sheer strength; with a twinge of anger, you can tell he's going easy on you.

He continues on. “–Far from it. You seem to forget that I've fought them, that I know them, too.” He's momentarily distracted when he disarms you, and you use the opportunity to flip sideways, jumping gracefully over the water station to retrieve the blade. His countenance betrays a grin of appreciation at your acrobatics, smirking as the pitcher of water upon the table shakes slightly. 

Concealing a grin, you creep back around, launching into an attack that he parries quickly, dropping you on to your side. You grunt, kicking with your legs to twist, trying to force his body off of yours – you strain, muscles screaming. 

He stares down at you, raising his brows. “I'm just saying – maybe there's aspects of your training that could benefit from a balanced approach.” 

He finishes his sentence just as he bests you, your blade flipping against your own ribs as he forces your arm tight against yourself; your shield flickers red. 

He's won. 

Still fighting the adrenaline from your vision of Feyd, you hiss. “What are you implying? I'm too rabid an animal to tame?” Your head tilts on the ground, dragging your veil upon the mat.

“Is House Atreides scared of Little Bourbon?” You muse, still heated by the previous encounter with Paul this morning, by Duncan’s unremarkable reaction to your jabs, by the ghost who seems to haunt you awake and in dreams. “Or, are they just afraid I've become Little Harkonnen?” 

Once more, he does not take your bait – instead he rolls off of you, offering a hand. With a sharp glance, you take it, letting him pull your full weight off the ground as if you're nearly weightless. 

You sigh, side cramping as you move from his grip to pour yourself a glass of water. You pour a shaky one for Duncan, too, trying to fight the creeping sensation that he's talking to a stranger. He regards you, wiping sweat from his brow, “What I am saying is that I am here every day. Come train whenever you please.”

You give him the glass and he grasps the water gently, watching you from the corner of his eye. The hesitation makes your jaw clench in anticipation; You busy yourself by examining the various blades that lie before you, knowing what's to come. 

Finally, he says your name softly. You hope he does not see your spine stiffen. 

“We haven't had the time to speak about…” A gesture half-thought; he is clearly trying to put together words, but you cannot bear to hear them. You drag your finger along a curved blade, eyes squinting shut, pain swirling in your heart.

“I'm sorry. I–” Duncan starts gently but trails off as if he can't bear to say it out loud. His fingers hesitate just before your bicep, as if reaching out to you; For a moment, you almost lean into his presence – but a memory of sharp words and harsh eyes courses through you. I'm sure you understand our cautiousness in matters of trust.

You swallow down bitterness as you step away slightly, tossing the knife back on the rack with a clatter. “I'm fine,” you reply curtly, voice steelier than ever. “Nothing to do about it now.”

Duncan sighs, but does not call your bluff. You almost appreciate him for it. 

You turn to face him again, glad for the veil to conceal the glint of tears upon your waterline. 

“Now where did you put my knife?” 

It is one of the many things that strikes you about the Atreides as you sit in the conference hall that evening: They do not sit like a council, looking down at you – instead, the table is rounded, attended at all sides with only one chair unoccupied. You suspect Paul's is the body absent from the chair – he’s training with Duncan, then; you must have just missed him on your way back. 

Your newly reclaimed blade shines, restored and clean, with etchings inlaid across the hilt; you’re significantly fatigued after your sparring, though Duncan’s words have threaded unease through you. This string of angst pulls taught when your eyes land upon Lady Jessica. A relieving presence, quite welcoming – though her ability to stare through the veil and into your own gaze is rivaled only by her own son. It is a wholly unsettling talent of them both. 

A press of your finger upon the tip of your blade; it beads with a lick of crimson, and you sigh. 

After a moment, you set the blade in front of your place for all to see; a threat, or a sign of respect – you’re unsure. 

Though in the flash of your fingers upon the hilt, guards in the room unsheathe their own blades – and without a blink, Duke Leto holds a hand to halt them, signing something to them in their war-language. 

You watch on with a stilled heartbeat.  

“Lady Bourbon, thank you for meeting with us.” His voice is a deep caramel, “We understand the weight of your sudden responsibility, and it does not go unappreciated.”

There is a knot in the table before you, glistening within the polished wood; you nod rather curtly, not particularly keen to drag out the pleasantries of this meeting. Your voice comes stonily. “How may I be of service, my Lord?” 

At your deflection, he merely nods slightly. “I was told you spent the afternoon training with Duncan Idaho.”

 He speaks plainly and you are, if nothing else, appreciative of that; His eyes glance over the short sword that lays in front of you, to the signature black leather that wraps around the hilt. Once, it had served as a claim: A detested thing, one held out of self preservation; perhaps in a way it still is.  

“Yes, my Lord.” 

Brows draw over his eyes; an expression serious and dutiful, and for a moment you can see the echoes of Paul in his father’s expression.

It is not surprising to you that Paul is a well-respected figure in the castle; even the workers who tend to your quarters each morning seem to speak well of him. Hestia, around the rim of her teacup just this morning, had spoken to you of his rigorous training, the time he spends with his mother and with Dr. Yeuh, Thufir Hawat, and Duncan Idaho; and though you were less than interested in the more sentimental aspects of her recount, of some promise of intelligence, of depth, of humor – a thought you find most impossible – you can admit that he will easily assume his father’s role when the time comes. 

A voice from beside the Duke: “We’d like to reiterate that you are free to pursue your interests, to educate yourself, and to engage in hobbies that bring you joy or interest. We hope for you to consider this your home, and know that we are here to support you in any way we can.” 

In the moment that follows, you blink rather dumbly; thrown off-balance, a raft in a sudden clench of rapids – this is not how you’d anticipated the meeting would go. 

And here you sit, rigid as a board, eyes wide: It is not shocking to learn that your unease and discomfort on this planet has been rather clear – you hardly rest, you have never eaten around any others than your handmaids, you barely speak; hostility grows from you as branches of a willow weeping in summer. 

You shift within your seat, growing uncomfortable under such attention, the kindness so raw and unburdened in the room. “We’d like to know of your interests, so we may set you up with any materials you may need. I'd like to introduce to you Dr. Yueh, as well as Thufir Hawat, who have volunteered to help tutor you, should you wish.” The Duke’s words bring a rush of heavy emotion through your chest, “Duncan Idaho also wishes to help you train if you see fit. I understand you knew him when you were young.” 

Your eyes have begun to sting with the lurching sensation of emotion; For the first time in what feels like an eternity, you're being offered a taste of freedom, and it has sent you into a state. 

It is a feeling of fight or flight; your heartbeat pounds against your ribs, your hands clenching tight against the healing crescents within your palms. A mantra in your mind, some whisper of a breath leaking from your lips as your gaze bounces wetly from Duke Leto, to the knife before you, to Lady Jessica. 

I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me.

With a sharp inhale, you come back to life; a blossoming willow as your headchain chimes, steadying your palms on your thighs. “Apologies, I…” A weak attempt, and with a swallow of humility, you begin again: “Your generosity overwhelms me.” 

In a silent beat, it occurs to you that they await your revelations; and with a sheepish swallow, you wonder: What, indeed, are your interests? Have you any, anymore? 

You swallow the burning bile climbing up your throat. “I was educated in politics and Imperial economics for some time.” It is difficult to speak of yourself as the faces watch you – though you continue stoically, your heart thunders in your ribcage. “I've always been fascinated by cultures, by botany and ecology– I…” your mouth is incredibly dry, voice void; a tear has escaped your waterline, and you hope it does not come through in your voice. You don't know what else to say. 

“Thank you.” 

There is a small gleam of recognition that passes Duke Leto's eyes at your words, his smile intrigued. “Those are all noble pursuits, my Lady. You have similar interests to my own son; I believe you two will have much to discuss.” 

A laughable thought – and your mouth bitters at the realization; For a moment, you'd slipped away – into a world where you are their daughter, a world where you aren't tainted by the last several years, by the crimes of your House, of your blood – where you haven’t been turned into a monster that hisses at a glimpse of the sun. 

“I’m sure we will.” You echo; and in the breath following, it becomes clear there is no good will for free: 

“Though we are hesitant to put you into another painful situation,” Gurney Halleck’s voice errupts from across the table; you move to stare at him with the patience of a statue, back stiffening. “It is hard to deny just how helpful you could be to us, my Lady.” 

Your eyes snake over his pressed uniform, back prickling. You resist the urge to run, or to throw your blade at his head.

Though his following words are surprisingly delicate: “–And we hope, when you are ready, you might give us some insight into your previous arrangements.” 

It is a song and dance well-known from your time on Giedi Prime: Coercion disguised as cooperation. 

You do not by law owe the Atreides anything besides marriage to their son; though perhaps cooperating with them would be in your own interest as well as you await the upcoming arraignment. 

Faces watch you, sharp and poised; a dark green that runs nearly blue in the light, their uniforms are cerulean and pressed, and you wonder indeed how many lifetimes ago it was that you were back in the strategy room on Sabberon, surrounded by tan and green. 

Perhaps, if not just the Harkonnens, they prefer you for your relationship with your mother’s sister, the lady of House Ginaz; This thought has several times crossed your mind, but you're sure they'd be displeased to hear of how strained such relationship became when the Harkonnens started filtering your messages.

It has been ages since you heard from her – the Baron grew suspicious at such interactions, and you’re near certain almost none of your letters made it out of Barony Castle at all. Certainly none came in after only months.

A mountain grows within you – one with sharp slopes, with hissing winds – a self preservation remaining from the days of survival. You unfurl slowly, calculated. “During my time with the Harkonnens, I became privy to certain…” Your lips purse, “lateral moves.” 

Gurney Halleck's eyes fly to you, as do Lady Jessica's.

Your jaw ticks beneath the juniper fabric, “However, my interactions were primarily with Feyd-Rautha.” Your eyes flick to the blade before you before rising again to Duke Leto, “The Baron held little interest in me until my family was accused, and even though I saw him quite rarely, Glossu Rabban suspected me of being a spy long before he’d ever met me.” 

 An effort you put in to pretend not to notice the flicking of Lady Jessica’s hand’s by her side; the eyes of the Duke and War Master following the motions. 

You continue, harboring a slight upper hand that you cling to with your resolve. “I admit, I do not know much about their deals on Arrakis. But I have gathered enough about their industries on Giedi Prime.” You say, eyeing them all. Recalling Paul’s earlier mistrust, you add, “The Harkonnens destroyed my life. I have no reason to lie.” 

In the corner of the room, a sunbeam strikes through a swirl of dust; it pierces through the budding leaves of a jade succulent and casts a dappled shadow onto the table. The members of House Atreides discuss in short whispers until Duke Leto turns back to you. 

“I’d wonder if you might attend a meeting with our Strategy Council next week.” His proposal sends your brows to raise in intrigue. “As you are surely aware, there is a Space Trade Route Referendum on Kaitain during the same summit as your House's arraignment. I believe we would benefit greatly from your insight as we prepare for the drawings.” 

A wildfire of flush spreads across your cheeks; pride, that little kerneled seed, festers in the poisonous soil of your heart – and yet you must remind yourself where you are, who you are. Yes, they see your value, a mistake your last keepers have reaped; but a key is only valued for the locks in which it can turn. 

You are a rabid dog for them to muzzle; a blade to sheath. A pawn to play. 

“I’d be pleased, my Lord.” 

Melodious as it is in its Sabberovna lilt, your voice remains short of genuine in tone and you cannot effectively mask your apprehension. 

Duke Leto says your name once more, and it sends a jolt through you. “If I may.”

You wait in your evergreen stillness, and he takes your quiet as acceptance to continue. “Plans have changed quickly, as you well understand. Though regrettable, it is more than understandable if you have felt unwelcome, or alienated here on Caladan.” 

The breath out of your lips blows the veil; you bite back a bitter quip regarding his son’s willingness to chew you out for walking the halls of what is supposed to now be your castle – and instead take another breath. 

Your anger and resentment is not the Duke’s nor Lady Jessica’s to receive; no matter how distrusting or misguided their son might be – because they have shown nothing but respect for you since your arrival. 

Quarters with a view of the coastline, of rolling moors of green that shoot up suddenly in dark rock – bowls of fruit in the mornings with your tea, an offer to study any such subject you wish… you bite your lip, the gnawing pain of guilt bleeding through the bodice in your gown just as your sisters did that fated day in the black sun. 

“I regret that I have come off as ungrateful.” Your voice lands softer than anticipated, a footfall in fresh snow; you thank the void that the Atreides boy is not here to snicker at your apparent misery – though as sharp eyes turn to regard you, the self-deprecation melts away once more into a small beast of disdain towards Paul and his disrespect. “It was never my intention.”

You, calculating, choose your words carefully. “I am not unused to being treated like a spy, even in the house I am supposed to become a part of,” Your chin is tilted towards the Duke, resolved and unflinching. “Though perhaps if I were less interrogated by select members of House Atreides, I might feel more at ease.” 

And, if nothing else, perhaps a childish part of you hopes Paul will face some hand to ear for this, some chastising by his father or mother. You do not falter at the faces of men and women who have known Paul his whole life, who have known you for mere days; you will not be pushed around. 

You continue in the absence of response, folding your hands neatly before your nameday blade. “I'd like to pass along my personal apologies for entering your old study this morning when I was lost, Duke Leto,” You nod to him, “Lord Paul informed me that it is off-limits to my kind.” 

And perhaps it is worth it, the indignation, if only to see the varying degrees of surprise upon the visages before you; the Duke, however, glances sidelong to the empty seat beside him before clenching his jaw. Halleck sighs gently, hand falling over his forehead; it is evident the Duke is about to speak – though you do not wish to hear whatever excuse is provided for the actions of his childish son, your future husband, who did not even bother to attend this meeting. 

Alas, you do not dare disrespect Duke Leto, after all he’s done for you; and so you sit, knee bouncing restlessly, as he purses his lips. 

“The suddenness of your arrangement was a shock to Paul, as I’m sure it was to you. Though that does not permit any disrespect towards you. You have my promise it will not happen again, my Lady.”

 This, indeed, comes as surprise to you, having expected them to support Paul’s each whim; and you sit forward, spine still rigid, though interested.

“–As for my former study, it is now used as an archive room. I apologize if there was any confusion regarding its accessibility – I will speak with my son about the importance of clarity and respect in our household.” His words, stern – scolding, though not towards you; a silent admonishment instead directed towards his absent heir. “You are allowed wherever you wish.” 

It hits you in some dropping sensation within your stomach: Perhaps the Duke's son has his own opinions about you and your history, but that does not mean his parents feel the same. Soon grows a small spark of rebellion; could you find some new purpose within this House, despite any ulterior motives – or, perhaps, because of them? 

After all, your house was once a strong ally of theirs; and the thought, a tantalizing one, lingers for a few moments before being swiftly extinguished by the reality of your situation.  

No, you remind yourself bitterly. 

You are tainted with blood – not Atreides, not Bourbon – but Harkonnen. 

And it seems Paul will always see you as a beast, wife or not. 

Supper is called later than Paul expects.

It is past dark when he greets his parents in the room, his formal clothes dark and pressed. Paul’s stomach growls quietly in protest; though more than his hunger, he is mocked by the box he holds. 

He places it beside himself, and it will sit there until the end of dinner; It glares at him tauntingly, mockingly.

He avoids its stare. 

Words, echoed through his mind in the wake of his childish fit from earlier; and his father’s voice, then: 

You may not always like her, but you will treat her with the respect and care befitting of a future spouse. 

How foolish he’d been this morning – held captive by the terrene emotions in his mind: flustered, angry at the arrangement – and what awful coincidence he'd run into you, snooping around the old study. 

Paul is no fool; he knows better than to treat you in such a way, despite his apprehension. It is difficult to dismiss the knot in his stomach as his father’s gaze lingers; the tension from their earlier argument hangs heavy, but still, Paul’s path is clear. 

Whatever his doubts, it changes nothing – you will be his wife, and he your husband. Paul, with a quick glance to the dark horizon, rolls his neck; a sharp pop breaks the silence.

There is, of course, that aching sorrow he holds for you, still; he knows that whatever he is feeling, you're likely feeling a hundred times more.

So for both of your sake, he will learn to endure, to coexist; And it begins tonight.

It begins with the box at his side.

You find the dining room with a burst of doors; and despite himself, Paul’s cheeks heat rather quickly. 

Your dress is a dark forest; simple – snug around your figure, though the sleeves flow and pull low near your ankles. Paul’s lashes tangle as he blinks slow, shocked. 

Your veil, gossamer thin; it softens you in a way, though it hides less than any you’ve worn yet. Through its shroud, your eyes find his nearly immediately as you walk in – you stare, wide, unyielding.

Paul is struck with a bout of iced chill when he comprehends that he can see your stare, the fullness of your lips, the upturn of your cheeks, the line of your brows, the way you take in a quick breath; He's struck immediately with your evergreen, growing beauty. 

The sweet slope of neck, a swirling lick of hair brushed beyond proud shoulders; and Paul forces himself to nod and greet you, his palms clammy from the heat from the castle’s hearth.

You sit beside him, and still there’s that look you always have: Contained, a schooled politeness – but Paul knows better. 

A stolen glance once more – and eyes glow against dark green mesh, glinting just like the metal beads that fall over the crown of your head. Paul is struck with the strange desire to see more of you. 

Instead, he stares at the knot in the polished wooden table before him. 

Mercifully, dinner is an endeavor less strenuous than anticipated; you, more relaxed than he’s ever seen, though your voice is still calculated and stoic. Even his mother is relaxed. She asks you of the wintering sports you enjoyed in your youth; you describe stiffly the pack of wolves your family had and raced with on sleds, about the waxed narrow planks you strap to your feet to race down snowy slopes. His father, enamored with the bladed skates you'd wear upon the glacial lakes when their surfaces froze over; Paul's small huff that is met with a quick glance when you quietly recount the tale of you breaking your femur upon a tree while racing your sister.

Paul’s interest in the lifetime spent upon Sabberon is eclipsed only by the looming box beside him, watching him throughout the meal. 

By the time the dishes begin to be cleared away, his heart is hammering in his chest. It is inevitable, something tells him in his mind; the first of several of your House's courting steps – he’d kept true to his words and poured over the chapters about your culture before going to train this afternoon. 

Paul anxiously thumbs the box under the table, knee bouncing against the grain of wood –  perhaps this won't be the most traditional example of your culture's marriage customs, but most of your people are gone, anyways – he simply hopes it will be adequate.

He will no longer fight it; and he can only try his best to make you feel more comfortable here, especially after his foolish actions this morning. 

His parents excuse themselves, and you rise as well; with a jump of panic, Paul calls for you to stay, just for a moment. 

You, stilling in your cascading dress, with your stare and your coolness; you stare at him, wordless, and he lingers as his parents wish you a good evening.

When they are gone, you remain standing half-turned from him, solid in your ground, rooted in the ancient sway of your gown. Your eyes are wary; Perhaps you expect him to berate you again. 

A quick sigh, his eyes fluttering closed – and the passage flickers through his mind once more. 

Gifting heirlooms is a sacred tradition, passed down through generations, where the betrothed proudly wear the sigil of their new house as a symbol of unity and commitment.

Paul's heart races – he wipes a palm upon his tunic, straightening it before approaching you; you, a flower thorny and veiled beneath a layer of frosted snow; you, a blade sheathed in silk. 

He can see the apprehension in your gaze, now – an odd thought, one that stirs something foreign in his stomach – and with each step closer, your eyes sharpen with the glint of suspicion. One hand shifts through the skirt of your dress, as if searching for something; though you have no chance to wield any such weapon as he rounds on you, holding out the velvet box with a tremor. 

His reluctance is swallowed down with a force of duty; he flips the box open, waiting with his gaze upon the crown of your veil. 

You stare down at it, your demeanor guarded, unreadable.

And then, plush lips – partially hidden behind gauzy green – part gently; and for a moment, Paul wonders why indeed you seem completely...shell-shocked.

His brows furrow, though he brushes aside the thought – the formality of the gesture after his childish behavior earlier in the day must have brought upon some whiplash, and that he understands.

Paul chooses to go unspoken the intent of the gift; for it is your culture’s tradition, after all: “My Lady,” His voice is steady though a part of him winces internally at the tinge of nervousness, “I hope you will accept this pendant as a token of my–” Sharply cutting himself off, he clears his throat, “Of our betrothal.” 

It is a mercy to have been so trained in diplomacy, Paul knows; for he sounds much more confident than he feels. “I apologize for how I acted this morning. It was childish,” His voice is quiet in the room, and his stomach flips at the memory of your muscles tensing in the morning light, watching him; a ghost in emerald, haunting the halls. 

You stare at the necklace still within his palm. 

Your lips remain parted, your gaze likely taking in the green and gold sigil of Atreides; a hawk. 

Small, ornamental – it was his great-great-grandmother's, from her wedding day; cherished for many years. 

It took him many hours to find something that seemed fit to uphold your family's tradition; though he’d decided upon this pendant once he laid eyes upon it – the color will suit you. 

Paul awaits your response, hoping you'll see the gesture for what it truly is: An attempt to bridge the gap between the two of you; Suggested by his parents, yes, but chosen and executed by himself. 

He, in the unease of the silence, nearly says more; but soon your eyes harden and your reach moves towards the box. 

“Thank you.”

But your voice is much too cold; your eyes hold none of the shine he’d seen previously, and it is with a pang in his stomach that he recognizes your sharp glance sideways, towards the sparse workers who attend the dining room. 

Your eyes are lethal – just as lethal as the rest of you. 

You would not be as civil if it were just you and him, he is sure of it; His parents may be gone, but there are servants who watch you with the corner of their eyes as they clear dishes. 

A crawling sense of regret, some grimy dishonesty that rises within him – perhaps he should have waited until the two of you were truly alone; he’d not even considered how it may look to you.  

Your own hands shake as you reach under your veil – Paul watches warily as you clasp the necklace slowly; his lips are dry, throat begging for the relief of water – and he knows better than to recognize your tremoring hands as anything but a result of your sheer resentment towards him, towards the marriage. 

Your lips are plush as they are freed from the trappings of your teeth. 

“It is a gorgeous collar,” you utter; and with a turn to stare up into Paul’s eyes, his heart thuds, breath catching. His head tilts to hear you – and your voice comes just as it always does. 

“I shall wear it like a dog.” 

The choice of words unsettles him completely; a pang of regret within him – but you are out of the door before his lips find anything to say. 

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[skywerse]

I think I’ve finally stopped cringing enough to share some of the stuff I worked on for my short film, “Heirloom” and this is the colour script!! :D

The colours carry a lot of the emotional weight in the film, pulling you through each stage of the story and making you feel every shift the characters experience!! This was especially crucial since there's no dialogue or narration to lean on... So let me yapp a bit about that—

The first act features vibrant yellows, greens, and oranges—warm, lively tones that signify peace and stability. This palette establishes a sense of calm and familiarity, but as the act progresses, darker hues begin to infiltrate the scene.

In the latter part of the first act, the colour scheme shifts dramatically to dark, gritty reds and oranges. This transition introduces this tangible intensity, this foreboding feeling, highlighting a surge of anger and tension. The dominance of these reds signals a significant change in the narrative.

The second act dives into violets and purples, evoking a sense of novelty and uncertainty. These colours effectively illustrate the protagonist’s struggle to find his footing in a world that has moved on without him.

The third act is divided into two parts! Initially, deep blues dominate as the protagonist returns to a home that's long gone. These dark, sombre tones represent profound sadness and loss.

The final part of the film transitions back to these bright, saturated yellows, concluding on a very hopeful note. This return to vibrant colours signifies a resolution and a full-circle moment, reflecting the protagonist's journey and his redemption :)

if you have 7 mins to spare to watch my short film, look under the cut!!

(BEWARE!!! I was on a tight deadline for this, the audio is SHIT)

[milkinthemicrowave]

Theory: The Magnus Archives entitites are homophobic. /nsrs

One of my favorite things about the Magnus Archives is the LGBTQ+ representation. However, what’s VERY funny to me is that since this is a HORROR series, the fact that more gay people are being targeted by eldritch horrors than the national average… makes it look like the dread powers are just, SUPER homophobic. It’s completely unintentional and extremely funny to me. “Statement of Herman Gorgoli, regarding his period trapped alone in a suburban area of Cheadle, and how he almost died while on the way to give his ex-husband Alberto’s moose heirloom back-”

“... that’s like the 5th gay person this week that almost died in an eldritch encounter. I’m… noticing a pattern. Will bring this up to Martin. Anyway, audio recorded by Jonathan Sims-” Herman and Alberto from Episode 150: Cul-De-Sac are one-off characters who, in any other media, would ABSOLUTELY be a wife and husband by default. But in the Magnus Archives, the fact that they are both men isn’t isn’t screamed about like “LOOK!! DIVERSITY!!!” …It’s completely normalized. As it really should be. In the Magnus Archives, a character doesn’t NEED a reason to be queer, just the same as they don’t need a reason to be straight. 

But… if we assume that the percentage of LGBTQ+ people mirrors that of our world, the amount of queer relationships in these statements does not match the population average at ALL. 

...And this series is about eldritch dread powers almost killing people. 

So… why are so many of the victims LGBTQ+? The dread powers are homophobic. In this 500 page essay, I will. DISCLAIMER: this is a VERY non-serious theory. I know that Jonathan Sims made it this way just because he could, and it’s EXTREMELY refreshing. I love the series how it is, and would never want to change it. This is just a very funny thought that popped in my head one day. Thank you for reading my ramblings. Also, this theory goes RIGHT out the window if we assume that there's a higher percentage of queer relationships in the world of the Magnus Archives, so. That could also be true.

[battleangel]

LA Fires: Hell Is Earth

Its not hell ON earth — hell IS earth.

Fires were set on PURPOSE.

They find mentally unwell individuals and get them to do things like this, mass shooting in Vegas 2017, planned purges.

The Vegas shooting in 2017 — why did they block the exits?

There were SEVEN SHOOTINGS — why werent the other shootings at the other casinos and at Hard Rock reported on?

Three eyewitnesses told the truth — there were MULTIPLE SHOOTERS at MULTIPLE LOCATIONS and people were BLOCKED FROM EXITING ON TO THE STRIP ensuring that casualties would be maximized — ALL THREE EYEWITNESSES DISAPPEARED!

THEY TOLD THE TRUTH TO LOCAL LAS VEGAS NEWS NETWORKS & ALL THREE VANISHED WITHOUT A TRACE!

DISAPPEARED NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN, SOCIAL MEDIA PROFILES DELETED, STILL MISSING TO THIS DAY.

UNSURPRISINGLY, EYEWITNESS TESTIMONY CORROBORATING THE DISAPPEARED’S RECOUNTING OF EVENTS DISAPPEARED FROM THE META FALSE NARRATIVE OF THE 2017 VEGAS SHOOTING.

DO YOU REALLY THINK LAS VEGAS DOESNT HAVE TIGHTER SECURITY?

HOW DID THE SHOOTER GET THAT MANY GUNS INTO THE ELEVATOR?

INTO THE CONCERT VENUE?

YOUTUBE VIDEOS AT THE TIME IN 2017 OF FORMER LAW ENFORCEMENT & MILITARY PROFESSIONALS ADAMANTLY STATED THAT LISTENING TO THE AUDIO OF THE SHOOTING CONFIRMED THAT THERE WERE MULTIPLE SHOOTERS WERE ALL DELETED & TAKEN DOWN FROM YOUTUBE.

DO YOU REALLY BELIEVE EVERY LIE YOURE TOLD?

Disgusting sick sad cruel world.

They are clearing the way for their planned cities of the future owned by megacorporations like Amazon and rich tech founders NOT government.

Permits have already been submitted.

They are burning people to death, they are killing people, 10k buildings destroyed, dozens dead, all the water from the Pacific Ocean is RIGHT THERE BUT THEY REFUSE TO USE IT as they are setting up their cities of the future on the charred and burned corpses of LA residents today.

Remember the UFO drone sightings all over New Jersey last winter?

They have enlisted aliens to set these fires and they are purposely letting them burn and not containing them on purpose.

Have you noticed in a lot of the broadcasts of the LA fires that palm trees are NOT burning yet homes and buildings right next to them are?

They could put out the fires TODAY!

Its CALIFORNIA!

They are RIGHT BY THE PACIFIC OCEAN!

They WANT people to die!

They set these fires on PURPOSE!

They are letting people die on PURPOSE!

Buildings burned on purpose!

Lives & businesses destroyed on purpose!

Family heirlooms reduced to ash on purpose!

Priceless photos and memories consumed by flames on purpose!

Dozens of elderly & disabled dying alone of thermal injuries on purpose!

Vulnerable individuals dying of smoke inhalation on purpose!

For cities of the future. To reset society.

For Amazon & Lord Bezos’ future cities.

Disgusting sick sad cruel world.

They hurt sicken & kill people for money & profits!

This place is fucking sick and literally sickening.

10k burned buildings to pave the way for cities of the future with the ashes of charred corpses and immolated memories.

They hide the truth from everyone about everything and then anyone who tells the truth is accused of being a “conspiracy theorist”.

Its not hell ON earth — hell IS earth.

Making money off of lying to people & poisoning them & burning them alive!

Burning their homes!

Toxic noxious fumes!

Homes are made of plastic, formaldehyde & extremely toxic materials & substances releasing extremely harmful toxins into the air & atmosphere when burned that can persist for decades dangerously reducing air quality for hundreds and thousands of miles that cause asthma, cancer, pulmonary conditions, early deaths compromised immune systems that lead to fatal immune system disorders!

You can heal yourself!

Avoid & minimize carcinogens — which they dont tell the American public about & there are no warning labels despite hundreds of studies — just like tackle football — like animal fat & animal protein, OPFs (overly processed foods), artificial sweeteners, sugar substitutes, synthetic chemicals, toxins, pesticides, herbicides, GMOs, high fructose corn syrup, modified food starch, monosodium glutamate, partially hydrogenated vegetable oil (transfat), artificial flavoring, artificial colorings, preservatives, sucralose, dextrose, aspartame, saccharine, fast food, national chain restaurants, junk food, fried food.

Avoid a sedentary lifestyle. Engage in physical movement 20 to 30 minutes a day. Be outside in nature 15 to 30 minutes a day. Meditate. Journal. Breath work. Energy work. Reiki. Yoga. Tai chi. Stretching. Sound bath healing. Deep water flotation. EFT. Tapping. Shadow work. Somatic work. Subconscious work. Narrative self therapy. Art. Movement. Self expression. Hz healing audio. ASMR. Medicinal plants & herbs. Essential oils. Fresh fruits & vegetables. Leafy greens. Diet high in protein & fiber, low in animal fat & protein, low in sodium & sugar. 32 to 64+ oz of water a day. Beans, legumes, lentils, quinoa, leafy green vegetables, natural herbs & spices.

Open your third eye. Induce your ego death. Self awaken. Self actualize. Self ascend.

Realize you are an eternal energetic limitless being wearing a very temporary human suit.

Realize your higher consciousness self exists on the astral plane while you very temporarily exist on the physical plane in a very temporary human suit.

Your true form is of an ascended crystalline light being.

You are telepathic, eternal, limitless…

There is one universal consciousness — this is what is bastardized and confused for a “creator god”.

There is no creator god — only universal consciousness aka the Akashic library aka the sum of all of our experiences which you can access and download at any time you just have to be attuned and tap into the frequency.

Creation created itself — a big bang kemetic explosion which in the monetary instant of creation eternally shot itself — creation — into the past & into the future in an eternal loop — which is all the infinity symbol really represents — there is no beginning & there is no end — existence is eternal, infinite & endless.

Magical mythical creatures exist on the astral and etheric planes with our higher consciousness astral plane crystallized light being selves — whales, dolphins, unicorns, angels, mermaids, butterflies, fairies, sirens, etc.

We currently temporarily exist on one of the darkest lowest realms that exist, the 3D physical realm.

There are other similarly dark realms where dark entities, dark empaths, malignant narcissists, toxic energy vampires & abusive sociopaths roam.

It is up to us awakened actualized ascended aware third eye open crystal children born in the 1980s, starseeds, star children & crystalline light beings to get humanity to awaken their consciousness and mass ascend so together by elevating our consciousness we can remove the planetary grid placed on our earth millennia ago by the dark entities that inhabit the center of our planet and control our politics, elections, global economy, militaries, wars & genocides through controlling global elites, political governmental & military leaders, dictators, strongmen, industry executives & insiders, CEOs, founders, celebrities, influencers, financiers & bankers & religious leaders & shadowy figures behind the scenes, puppet masters & kingmakers.

They are the ones responsible for poisoning us, chemtrails, synthetic toxins & chemicals in our food, beverages & self care & personal hygiene & household cleaning products, herbicides & pesticides literally raining down on us, contaminants in our drinking water, fast food, restaurant chain food, alcohol, fentanyl, opioids, Adderall, antidepressants, pain pills, chemotherapy, radiation, hormone therapy, violent medical interventions & surgeries, injections, pills, shots, junk food, social media, online gaming, streaming apps, messaging apps, diet culture, plastic surgery, weight loss drugs, body dysmorphia, dystopian obsession with beauty, cancer industrial complex, educational indoctrination centers, fake religion dogma, bastardized religion to control the masses, fear to control the masses, planned mass shootings, false flag events, viruses that kill millions purposely made in a lab, fires that destroy thousands of buildings purposely set & not put out, climate change destroying the earth, ecocidal consumerism overconsumption materialism fomo superficiality, cult of personality, numbing the populace, sheep, apathetic amnesia, genocides, ethnic cleansings, colonization of earth by alien dark entities only interested in power and harvesting humans making deals with global elites to siphon our lifeforce energy, burning rainforests, burning forests, death again, war crimes, crimes against humanity, atrocities, ethnic cleansings, femicides, patriarchy, paternalism, misogyny, gendered violence, commodification of human beings, commoditizing sex, dehumanization, throatfucking everybody with AI & robotics, purposely eliminating 80% of all current jobs, decimating economy, purposely causing suicides, death cult of capitalism, hypercapitalism, late stage capitalism, end stage capitalism, oncology industrial complex, fast food industrial complex, military industrial complex, colonialism, capitalist citadel hellscape, combat as entertainment, consuming our young, exploiting girls under 21, souls for sale, militarism, hegemony, settler expansionism, land acquisition, exploiting land & resources, war machine, hate machines, suicide machines, suicide downloads, false narratives, propaganda, misinformation campaigns, gaslighting, torture, beatings, rapes, assault, sexual violence, gendered violence, masochism, emptiness, numbness, forcible druggings, misdiagnoses, overdiagnosing, pathologizing normal human condition, not knowing the self, golden handcuffs, career as identity, being trapped, corporate ladder, corporate ambition, mass planned cyclical layoffs, wall street, ritual planned sacrifices in the form of planned mass shootings, earth dying by 2100, mass extinction events, victors writing history, victors never punishing themselves, gonzo, facials, bukkake, double anal, double vaginal, airtight, gangbangs, vaginal tearing, perineal tearing, anal tearing, blowbangs, PIV, double penetration, GFE, anal creampies, vaginal creampies, STIs, forced pregnancies, forced childbirth, modern day slavery, child labor, forced labor, sexual trafficking, human trafficking, child trafficking, hebephila, pedophilia, false personas, false idols, false images, tainted crowns, tainted love, suicides, self harm, stock market, disappearances, kidnappings, abductions, hostages, home invasions, police brutality, police state, cop cities, off with her head, burn the witch, convenient targets, retaliations, reprisals, ex communications, coercion, intimidation, manipulation, force, deception, dishonesty, distortions, using the head as a weapon, lead with your head, cage fighting, helmet to helmet, losing your personality for a sport, losing your memory to entertain people with violence, being consumed, being subsumed, drowning, suffocation, asphyxiation, immolation, being made an example out of, plane crashes, murdered whistleblowers, poisonings made to look like natural deaths, 9/11 inside job, la wildfires allowed to burn, deaths for profit, killing machines, hazings, psyops, psychological warfare, alien weaponry, psychic weaponry, the upside down…

They keep us inside of buildings 90% of the time penned up like animals to purposely sicken and kill us slowly over time and sever us from nature.

Sever the mind body soul heart spirit connection.

And to make people think their physical body is all that exists and to sever them from their higher consciousness selves that simultaneously eternally exist in the astral plane alongside our VERY temporary human suit physical bodies projected by our elevated eternal limitless consciousness in the 3D physical realm.

They make people sick on PURPOSE then lie to them and tell them they dont have the power to heal themselves.

This realm is fucking sick, dark, literally sickening & evil as fuck.

They created the sedentary lifestyle — 90% of life spent indoors, sitting down, staring at screens — to purposely mindbreak people, attack their psyches & auras, energetically attack them, purposely sever their connection with nature — then when they get sick ACCORDING TO PLAN they hide the truth from them that they can heal themselves while also giving them OTC & prescription pills injections shots surgeries with horrific side effects and debilitating pain to make them even sicker to maybe just barely temporarily address the symptoms but never bothering to ever even examine the root cause which is almost ALWAYS a mind-body imbalance as you are literally DIS-EASE which is almost always the root cause of medical conditions, disorders and DISeases as it is almost always a mind body imbalance manifesting itself as physical and mental maladies, pain, discomfort, unease, depression, anxiety, compulsions, obsessions, insomnia, panic, weight gain, menstrual pain, PMS, PMDD, constant fatigue, muscular pain, back pain, neck pain, shoulder pain, sciatica, diabetes, asthma, allergies, rhinitis, migraines, tension headaches, pressure headaches, stress headaches, vertigo, hypertension, hypotension, pulmonary conditions, circulatory conditions, cancer, autoimmune deficiencies & disorders, arthritis, apnea, heart disease, OCD, suicidality, aggression, violent tendencies, emotional dysregulation, chronic pain, chronic fatigue, gastrointestinal conditions & disorders, skin conditions, tinnitus, sinusitis, obesity, eating disorders, body dysmorphia, ADHD, neuropathy, nerve disorders & conditions, etc.

They hide the truth from people about their OWN self healing properties and NATURES natural healing properties.

Five football fields burned in 60 seconds?

Thats literally not human.

McKinsey & KornFerry have both published studies confirming that within the next 3 to 5 years 80% of all current jobs will have been replaced by AI & robotics & further innovations in automation.

They are paving the way to that near future by constantly terrorizing & numbing the populace with planned purges — mass shootings, fires, virus outbreaks, plane crashes, de minimis loopholes allowing fentanyl into port entries of the United States enriching Chinese & American elites while becoming the top cause of death for 18 to 45 year olds causing hundreds of thousands of deaths a year, unsafe & untested vaccines & weight loss drugs relentlessly marketed to the millions of drugged up, drugged out sheep…

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New Fiction Podcasts - 30th November 2024

Mind the Analog Audio Drama Welcome to Mind the Analog. An apocalyptic time travel horror podcast revolving around a colorful cast of characters making their way through their new reality. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241114-01 RSS: https://pinecast.com/feed/mind-the-analog

Into The Dark Realm Audio Drama On the night of his school dance, Billy has finally gotten a chance with his crush. But upon putting Stacy’s corsage on her wrist both are transported into a new magical world. Billy quickly learns this new world is a dangerous and brutal place for a small boy, but stumbles upon some odd friends willing to help him save Stacy from The Goblin King. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241118-01 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/8030a1d0/podcast/rss

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Thought Thief Audio Book Long ago, Rifts were torn into the reality of the Mortal Plane and invaders, the Demerosh, spilled into existence bringing with them war and a new, strange, frightening magic. Five thousand years later, the Great War is a distant memory, the Demerosh pushed back into the holes from whence they came. But gone does not mean forgotten. The Rifts remain. No one has seen inside the “Hidden Kingdom” of Alletierre for eighty years. No one knows the state of the Rift nipping at Alletierre’s borders. No one is sure if the royal family is friend or foe to the Mortal Plane. So when Renn, a retired Thought Thief, accepts a job to find a lost priceless family heirloom hiding somewhere inside Alletierre’s gates, she makes sure the client pays through the nose. She won’t be able to make it inside on her own though. Lucky for her Brannora, the new queen of Durandur, is also going to Alletierre along with her beautiful and efficient lady in waiting, an affable Golem ambassador, and a young wizard with an unwanted mental parasite. As desperation forces this group of outsiders together and the walls of the Hidden Kingdom start to close in, everyone must choose who to put their faith in. But that is easier said than done. How can someone be sure what is real and what is in their mind? How can you tell if you are using someone, or if you are the one being used? Can these people keep Renn safe and help get her home to the family she loves? And can they in turn learn to trust a Thought Thief? https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241119-01 RSS: https://media.rss.com/thought-thief/feed.xml

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At Fifty, a Woman is Doomed Audio Book This is a collection of short stories. They combine brief descriptions of men, snap-shots of women, fragments of stories and atmospheres and simple scenarios where you can stay a while, look around and see how you feel.The stories are told at a contracted pace that is often similar to a photo shoot or video footage which lingers no longer than necessary. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241117-01 RSS: https://media.rss.com/atfifty/feed.xml

The Multiverse Employee Handbook Audio Book “The Multiverse Employee Handbook” is a mind-bending journey through interdimensional corporate culture, blending cosmic satire with real scientific insights. As you navigate quantum coffee breaks and file expense reports across eleven dimensions, you’ll also explore the actual science behind parallel universes, quantum mechanics, and more. With a mix of reality-warping wordplay and humor, this podcast transforms mundane office life into a surreal adventure, leaving you questioning your job, existence, and the true purpose of quantum staplers—all while learning something new about the universe. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240821-09 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/multiverseemployeehandbook/feed.xml

Sam's Fiction Hub Audio Book Welcome to Sam’s Fiction Hub – a podcast where storytelling meets adventure. Each week, join Sam as he narrates thrilling chapters from his science fiction and fantasy novels. Dive into gripping tales of mystery, danger, and discovery, all told in vivid detail and designed to transport you to new worlds. Whether you're a fan of fast-paced sci-fi thrillers or epic fantasy mysteries, Sam’s Fiction Hub is your escape into the unknown. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241118-02 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2422619.rss

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Gone but Not Forgotten. Audio Drama True Crime Podcaster Declan Moore introduces listeners to the curious case of Andrew Hilton, who went missing in 1956. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241108-03 RSS: https://media.rss.com/gone-but-not-forgotten/feed.xml

No Dating Till You're Married Audio Book The audiobook podcast where we read the original book, No Dating Till You're Married written by me Leela Rani Dua, together, week by week, chapter by chapter.No Dating Till You're Married is a belated coming-of-age story about second-generation Indian-American, Aria Kohli. When her mother gets sick and her best FWB wants a real relationship, she must decide which piece of each culture will define her adulthood. Gilmore Girls meets Crazy Rich Asians.  Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241114-02 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/no-dating-till-youre-married

2064 Audio Drama Serie de ficción que narra, a través de la historia de diferentes personajes, cómo sería vivir en Uruguay en el año 2064. Estas ficciones surgen de las entrevistas a diferentes expertos que nos explican cómo se imaginan el país dentro de 40 años. Se realizaron más de 25 entrevistas y todos coincidieron en algo: Uruguay vale la pena y su futuro es prometedor. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241120-01 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/fdb11054/podcast/rss

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MilkFish Audio Drama A baby chicken from outer space crash-lands on Earth and tells a ragtag bunch of misfits that they are the “Chosen Ones.” He then gives them the ability to summon and play instruments, so that they can use the power of music to save the universe from a threat beyond their comprehension. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241122-01 RSS: https://media.rss.com/milkfish/feed.xml

EUphoria Actual Play Audio RPG Inclusive Casts & Stories featuring the European TTRPG community. Featuring content from our main channel. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241125-01 RSS: https://feeds.captivate.fm/euphoria-actual-play/

Twist of Fate Audio RPG A haunted mother will do whatever it takes to find her abducted daughter. A Torchbearer embarks on a quest that forces her to confront her true nature. A brilliant tactician seeks to forge an unbeatable team to achieve his dreams. A disillusioned cleric, touched by divinity and swayed by chaos, runs from his past. A exuberant Halfling teen faces the twisted power that lurks within her. A world weary traveler seeks to reunite his scattered family. A fearless Orc warrior desperate to prove herself in a world that means to break her.Thrown together by the weave of fate, these rag tag heroes choose to stand before the malignant forces of Salduir, God of Darkness. A race against time to foil a malicious plot to bring about eternal night, they face monstrous challenges and insidiously powerful foes. These folk are stronger together, yet find themselves divided by conflicting intentions and a maelstrom of inner demons.Grief tears them apart...but a Twist of Fate may unite them.Twist of Fate is a unique D&D podcast experience. We focus on immersive roleplay to tell a cinematic story that engages and captivates you from start to finish. Dive deep and discover what drives these characters and the choices that lead to a Twist of Fate. We treat this experience more like a TV story than a traditional TTRPG actual play. With 12 episodes in Season 1, the plot is constantly building momentum. it's a rollercoaster ride that will keep you hooked from the opening sequence.Our goal is to use D&D as a vehicle to help us tell our story, but we are in the drivers seat. This isn't just about homebrew and the rule of cool. Twist of Fate is all about weaving a fantasy epoch, we make mechanics to fit the story. That's where the Twist of Fate comes into play. At pivotal moments in our story, the Narrator, or cast will call for a Twist of Fate, this is a moment that can significantly change the course of a characters journey in an instant. The cast member in question will be handed a coin, one side leads to a positive outcome for their fate...the other leads them deeper into their darkness. Each episode a Twist of Fate will occur that effects one of our cast members or a significant character portrayed by our Narrator / Dungeon Master. Watch as the outcomes of these Twists compound over time, drastically altering the Fate our characters thought they were in store for. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241118-03 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/twist-of-fate

Mr. Song, Keep Calm [Japanese] Audio Drama 「宋さん、落ち着いて下さい」のストーリーは、恋愛小説を読むのが大好きな少女、シー・ババがある日、『CEOの素敵な奥さん』の "偉そうなCEO "（モー・シェン）に嫌気をさしながら本を読んでいると彼女は、なんと物語の中に閉じ込められてしまう。物語から出るには、与えられる課題をこなし、失敗すれば最初からやり直さないといけないのだ。そんな中、物語の中で、ミステリアスで魅力的な青年（ソン・チャン）と出会う。 https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240802-04 RSS: https://feeds.transistor.fm/f8876327-1b76-454e-8e22-9b1749721296

Liam of Carcanne Audio Book Step into a thrilling new realm of adventure, monsters, and magic with the exciting audio serial Liam of Carcanne! Join Liam, an ordinary college student thrust into an extraordinary fantasy world, as he embarks on an epic journey filled with danger, discovery, and destiny. Will he master the mysteries of this new world, or will its perils consume him? Tune in and find out—an unforgettable adventure awaits!Liam's story updates every Friday. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241113-05 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/liam-of-carcanne

Dank Dungeons Audio RPG Join a group of three brave adventurers as they travel through mysterious lands in search of an artifact of great power. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241119-02 RSS: https://feeds.transistor.fm/dank-dungeons

LEGENDS Audio RPG An actual play tabletop role playing podcast that tells a new story every season. This season follows the characters Bud Nicholson, Bartholomew Grieves, Maryanne Hyde and Gaspin Crow in a post apocalyptic 1950s world, hired by a wealthy treasure hunter to find the lost Dr. David Hyde. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241119-03 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/lgends

Tidal Blades - The Roleplaying Game Audio RPG More and more monsters have started to break through the Fold, a barrier of space and time magic protecting the city of Naviri, and the Elders have considered resurrecting the lost order of the Tidal Blades – they need only a new generation of dreamers daring to be heroes. Tidal Blades is a story set in the world of Tidal Blades, the popular board game to celebrate the Kickstarter announcement for Tidal Blades 2. The Tidal Blades roleplaying RPG book by Monte Cook. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241015-10 RSS: https://www.spreaker.com/show/6350263/episodes/feed

RADIO STREGA - Il podcast de L'INSONNE Audio Book L'INSONNE è una serie a fumetti italiana pubblicata in edicola, dal 1994 al 2006 e creata da Giuseppe Di Bernardo e Andrea J. Polidori. Si tratta di un thriller esoterico e onirico che ha come protagonista la DJ nottambula e affetta da una misteriosa forma di insonnia, Desdemona Metus.  Info---> L'INSONNE su WikipediaSu questo podcast troverete i racconti neri che Novaradio, grazie alla voce di Isabella Mancini, ha mandato in onda dal 2005. Alcuni di questi racconti sono raccolti nel romanzo "La lunga notte de L'Insonne" edito da Cut-Up e scritto da Giuseppe Di Bernardo.PER COMPRARE IL ROMANZO, CLICCA QUI.LA LUNGA NOTTE DE L’INSONNE (Cut-Up)Giuseppe Di Bernardo è riuscito a dare spazio e corpo a un personaggio che ci ha raggiunto prima con le sue storie a fumetti e ora con questo romanzo. Giuseppe è riuscito a dare voce a questa musica conturbante che coinvolge i lettori in misteriose avventure, in bilico fra il drammatico e il paranormale. Le storie abbandonano la carta del libro e invadono i nostri sogni, i neri fili d’inchiostro si sollevano dalle pagine e, come i neri capelli della protagonista Desdemona Metus, avviluppano i nostri pensieri e li trasformano in incubi. Incubi liberatori e costruttivi. Utili per affrontare la realtà da un punto di vista diverso e maturo, per non addormentarsi di fronte alle paure e ai problemi.(dalla prefazione di Carlo Lucarelli e Mauro Smocovich) https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241119-04 RSS: https://www.spreaker.com/show/6410473/episodes/feed

Evergreen Murders: Return to Evergreen Audio Book High –powered Hollywood agent Mackenzie Monroe has just gotten engaged to her boyfriend Nick Tenenbaum and they are planning what else? A Christmas wedding in the tiny town of Evergreen Ohio where they first met... oh, and where they first solved two murders. After putting the perpetrators away for life, Mackenzie is looking forward to returning to Evergreen, seeing all of her friends and getting married to the love of her life. But of course, Evergreen and Christmas have other plans in store for her. Not long after Mackenzie gets back, someone winds up dead. And, almost before she can start to investigate that killing, another murder occurs. Mackenzie must once again solve the murders before her own Christmas wedding. Will she make it down the aisle or will she be next? The Evergreen Murders: Return to Evergreen is the third installment of the wildly popular The Evergreen Murders: A Mackenzie Monroe Christmas Mystery series with a new episode premiering every Tuesday. And make sure to check out the first and second seasons: The Evergreen Murders and Murder at Mistletoe Manor wherever you get your podcasts. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241119-05 RSS: https://www.spreaker.com/show/6410316/episodes/feed

Cartoon Island Audio Drama Two acquaintances wash up on a tiny, two-tree island. Packages mysteriously arrive every morning. The items are pretty useless. The island is a bit weird. Welcome to Cartoon Island. An immersive, improvised comedy of errors podcast. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241126-02 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2424952.rss

HAVANA SYNDROME Audio Drama From the award-winning creator of "Kalila Stormfire's Economical Magick Services" comes a new spy thriller audio drama and alternative reality game: HAVANA SYNDROME. Moving around the world, the Menendez siblings only really had each other. Now out of college and out of the globetrotting lifestyle, Dimitri (the baby) is happy to settle into some form of stability near his parents in Florida. Guadalupe (the middle child) is happily married and living only a little bit abroad in Canada. But when the eldest of the three, Juniper, drops a stunning confession via voice note and disappears on an unauthorized trip to Cuba, the Menendez siblings have to decide if their unique bond is strong enough to withstand a world of secrets and power struggles. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241128-02 RSS: https://feed.ausha.co/vAGj6cmMK4NO

Captain Kayato and the Catsairs Audio Drama (Audio theatrical play series.) Speeding across the cosmos in the Freedomquest, the Seventh Fastest Ship in the Galaxy, it’s Captain Kayato and the Catsairs! Captain Kayato, “Big” Bill, Sam Antha, and Dean Nah are joined by their latest “cadet,” the human Rikki Rocket. They continue their quest to rob the evil, rich aliens of the galaxy and give what they steal back to its rightful owners! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241121-01 RSS: https://feeds.podcastle.ai/48933738-4bda-4111-819c-2893c0602471.rss

Forbidden Forest Audio Drama Deidra Ann is a twelve-year-old girl living in southern United States during the mid-1960s. Living with her grandmother and aunt, Deidra Ann has never met her mother. Behind their house is a forest where mysterious things happen; a forest that is off limits to Deidra Ann. Some claim that her grandmother is a witch. When Deidra Ann's classmate Jenny goes missing, they all want to help. Especially Deidra Ann, as it gives her a chance to explore the secretive, mysterious woods - and maybe prove the rumors about her grandmother right. The Forbidden Forest is a production of Voyage Media and GoKidGo. Executive Produced by Connie Beckett. Developed and written by Jorjeana Marie. The series is based on the “Deidre Ann Adventures Books”, by Teter Keyes. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241030-07 RSS: https://feeds.megaphone.fm/STM7180082028

The Nowhere Histories a The Lady Afterwards Actual Play Audio RPG Brancrug, an island long forgotten by reality, has new visitors. A group of strangers pulled by the ethereal nature of the island, and one seemingly personally so by The Hush House. The home of mysteries and chaos on Brancrug. What awaits out on the Island for the poor souls that have come? And worse, What awaits within the walls? https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241115-04 RSS: https://feeds.castos.com/0pqr3

The Genome Killer Audio Drama An FDA and FBI agent team up to solve a string of murders occurring around the country, targeting victims seemingly at random through poisoned water... only to discover the connection that unveils the killer. If you enjoy movies like Zodiac, and TV series like CSI, take a listen to The Genome Killer. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241002-06 RSS: https://feeds.megaphone.fm/thegenomekiller

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Jack's Chronicles - The Unwritten Story Audio Book Jack's Chronicles An Urban Fantasy Fiction Improvised Podcast SeriesWelcome to Jack's Chronicles, an urban fantasy fiction podcast that unfolds one chapter at a time. Join me as we dive into Jack's unpredictable story. Each month, a brand-new chapter will be released, written only after the previous one has been shared. The twist? I don’t know how it will end either—together, we’ll uncover the magic, mysteries, and mayhem Jack faces in this ever-evolving tale.And the best part? Your feedback will be incorporated into the story! Each listener's thoughts, ideas, and reactions may inspire future chapters, making this journey a shared experience. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241125-02 RSS: https://media.rss.com/jack-s-chronicles-the-unwritten-story/feed.xml

Mona Dearest Audio Drama A family shattered. A father hardened. Children left adrift, their wounds never healed. “Mona Dearest” is a new audio drama that tells the story of how love, with all its twists and turns, can ultimately heal even the deepest wounds. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241119-06 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/fd686598/podcast/rss

Sabeas Baby Audio Book "Sabeas Baby" ist die Fortsetzung von "Sabeas Haus".Bühlwil, das Dorf, in dem die Pflegefachfrau Sabea mit ihrer kleinen Familie lebt, hat sich von einer massiven Naturkatastrophe erholt. Aber es gibt noch mehr zu erzählen. Sabea ist zum zweiten Mal schwanger und wird von Bettina, einer Wanderhebamme, betreut. Dieses Mal spielt eine Pflanze eine Rolle, die es auf der Welt ein einziges Mal gibt: die Cyanea Heluensis. Wie schon in "Sabeas Haus" wird Euch Sabea, die umsichtige, kluge und liebenswerte Pflegefachfrau, auch dieses Mal durch sämtliche Irrungen und Wirrungen begleiten. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241124-01 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2420570.rss

Santa’s Summer Sleigh Audio Book In collaboration with the LEGO Group, Sophie Beer presents Santa’s Summer Sleigh. It was Christmas Eve, and Santa was stuck! Arriving in New Zealand, his reindeer had quit. Rudolph couldn’t handle the heat and returned to the North Pole, sleigh in tow. So, Santa called on the children of Australia and New Zealand to help him rebuild his new sleigh. What follows is a magical story of Santa’s journey Down Under, made possible by the creative imaginations of kids. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241124-02 RSS: https://feeds.captivate.fm/santassummersliegh/

Il Diario di Tommaso Audio Book "Il Diario di Tommaso" è un audiopodcast immersivo che racconta, giorno dopo giorno, la sopravvivenza di Tommaso in un mondo devastato da un'apocalisse zombie. Attraverso le sue registrazioni audio, vivrai un racconto personale e crudo, fatto di paure, speranze e riflessioni sul senso della vita in un mondo che sembra aver perso ogni umanità.Ogni episodio è un frammento del suo diario vocale: la lotta quotidiana per il cibo, gli incontri con altri sopravvissuti, il pericolo costante dei non-morti e la ricerca di un motivo per andare avanti. La narrazione, intima e coinvolgente, ti trascinerà nel cuore di un'apocalisse, dove le parole sono l'unico strumento per mantenere la memoria e la speranza.Se ami le storie post-apocalittiche, piene di tensione e profondità emotiva, Il Diario di Tommaso è pronto a trasportarti in un mondo oltre la fine del mondo. Ascolta e preparati a sopravvivere. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241122-02 RSS: https://www.spreaker.com/show/6149287/episodes/feed

Aria viziata Audio Book Rcconti senza fiato - di Annalisa Teggi https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241122-03 RSS: https://www.spreaker.com/show/6409090/episodes/feed

Montagovy příběhy Audio Drama Zvukem ožívají příběhy, které vás vtáhnou na pomezí známého a neznámého, kde se realita ohýbá pod tíhou lidské představivosti. Co se stane, když člověk uchopí otěže své vlastní existence? Každá hra čerpá inspiraci z vizionářských světů Raye Bradburyho, Aldouse Huxleyho, Franze Kafky či Charlie Brookera a přináší nejen nečekané zvraty, ale i otázky, které dlouho rezonují v mysli. Příběhy vznikají ve spolupráci s umělou inteligencí, avšak jejich podstatu a hloubku vkládá autor sám. Jsou to příběhy, které odkrývají skryté pravdy a vyzývají k zamyšlení – jste připraveni je slyšet? https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241122-04 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/fdea94f0/podcast/rss

Dungeon and dominion Audio Drama Podcast https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241122-05 RSS: https://media.rss.com/dungeon-and-dominion/feed.xml

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Crits N Chaos Audio RPG Cold wind ever assaults the watchful eyes of the towers. The soldiers of the Vigilant Hand remain, their role as important as ever, to defend the people. Will the people see the signs before it is too late, or will they be crushed under the avalanche of chaos… An all femme and enby TTRPG stream. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241122-06 RSS: https://media.rss.com/crits-n-chaos/feed.xml

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The Ladies of Burdoo Springs Audio Drama Welcome to Burdoo Springs. A mostly quiet, Australian country town, halfway between here and who cares where, in a time between then and sometime else.Come for a visit and enjoy the rich tapestry of this small community as the locals prepare for one of the biggest events on the social calendar. The Burdoo Springs Country Ladies Union Farm Safety Fundraising Spring Gala Ball.Let’s meet the eclectic collection of townsfolk.Heather Blythe, the local doyen of style and etiquette, whose ongoing rivalry with her arch-nemesis Susan Smith-Smyth simmers just below the surface and threatens the rosy façade of Burdoo Springs.Barry, the passionate radio station caller, who is not afraid to share his opinions on everything.Trevor, the tractor collector and hot property among the more mature ladies of Burdoo Springs. Jack, the young butcher and football star whose surprising secret threatens to leave him as an outcast in the town.Carol, the long-suffering head of the Burdoo Springs Country Ladies Union Fundraising Sub-Committee who has a heart of gold and a recipe book from hell.Jack’s sister Kate, dating one of the town’s more eligible bachelors, but is she happy with the status quo?Join us as a mysterious phone call is set to shake up the town and the Ladies of Burdoo Springs will never be the same again! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241121-02 RSS: https://media.rss.com/the-ladies-of-burdoo-springs/feed.xml

El Codigo Oscuro Audio Drama Bienvenido a Código Oscuro: donde las líneas de código esconden más que bugs. Soy Kani, tu guía en este viaje entre bits y sombras.Aquí exploramos historias de suspenso, tecnología y misterios digitales que podrían ser tan reales como tu última actualización. Si alguna vez te has preguntado qué pasaría si tu app favorita tuviera un lado oscuro… este es tu lugar. Prepárate para adentrarte en un mundo donde cada línea de código podría cambiarlo todo. Porque en el fondo, la tecnología no es buena ni mala, todo depende de quién la controle. Nuevos episodios cada semana. Dale play y de https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20241121-03 RSS: https://www.spreaker.com/show/6415267/episodes/feed

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Here's what I've been up to lately, other than moving!

Working (editing) a lot, but I think this big contract I started last month is actually a scam :')

Listening to audiobooks. In the past month-ish: half of Braiding Sweetgrass; The Unbroken and The Faithless; The Archive Undying; a few chapters of Eye of the World*

Not writing but thinking about writing. I'm not feeling ready to commit to any of the big projects (Heirloom or Rose Garden) but I'm still posting Heirloom vignettes monthly on Patreon and vaguely considering a Rose Garden prequel about elves (??) which would probably also be for Patreon

Also thinking a lot about rebranding/starting over/new pen name/etc. No real moves on that because I need to find time to write before I find time to worry about those things, but it is a goal for this year!

*Resisting the urge to give my opinions on all of these but I will say that audio is probably not the medium for Archive Undying and, controversially, Wheel of Time seems pretty derivative thus far, which is fine, because I would like to keep to my streak of not reading any Branderson Sanderson books

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Why do Villas are high in cost ?

A Villa is a huge private house built on a persons specific needs and requirement’s which boasts a high quality of luxury and architectural designs with a swimming pool multi car parking facilities and huge garden of an individual to have a peaceful time in his house with his family . 

A Villa is built with more quality and more luxurious looking lifestyle house for wealthy peoples .

The exterior of a villas are designed by highly experienced architects to give a look of unique way of styling and it looks like to stand away from the crowd .

Amenities of Villa 

They do have a unique style of swimming pools built .

Some may prefer a rooftop swimming pool .

You will have tennis court to spend your time on some physical activities .

You will have outdoor lodging area .

You will have a garden where if you want to spend some time alone or with your family.

A Villa would be a best place for pet lovers because of its huge amount of space.

A Villa would be a best place for car enthusiast or people who would like to have a garage full of supercars  and luxurious cars.

Some people will build a mini golf course as wealthy peoples have a habit of playing golf.

You will have a huge space for gardening trees and being nature friendly.

Interior of Villa 

When it comes to Villa the interior are what it is make it so spectacular and it answers the question of why the cost of a Villa is high .

Traditional Interior Villas

People who prefer traditional and royal designs chose traditional interior types .

Traditional interior of Villa consists deep rich - earthy colours , oriental rugs, wooden textures, native arts or antiques and family heirlooms are used as a sense of history and tradition.

You can add traditional fabrics and patterns while selecting curtains, pillows, rugs and furniture.Creating artistic walls with wallpapers and murals or texture paint can add depth or interest to your Villas interior design.

You can employ vintage and retro-inspired pieces that are making a comeback in interior design.

Exquisite Luxury Interior Villas

Luxury is all about quality and class.

Luxurious Villa interior design creates a space that exudes elegance , comfort and opulence.

You can choose high-quality materials like marble , granite and exotic woods for flooring , countertops and walls . 

These elements not only look luxurious but also add durability and longevity to your Villa .

To feel luxury you can include smart home technology like automated lighting , temperature control and security systems to enhance the comfort and convenience of your Villa .

You can transform your villa bathroom into a private oasis with heated floors , soaking tubs , rain shower heads and luxury bath products for a spa like experience .

Nature Inspired Interior Villa

Nature-Inspired Villa interior design can create a calming and relaxing atmosphere by bringing the beauty of the outdoors inside . 

By adopting this type of Villa interior design idea , you can introduce some natural elements to a specific section of the Villa or the entire Villa .

It will not only add a touch of nature to your space but also improve indoor air quality and reduce stress levels .

Enhance the appeal of your Villa by adding indoor plants , like hanging plots , to create a lush and inviting fresh environment .

Incorporate water features such as fountains and water-walls would generate a serene and relaxing atmosphere with the sound of running water .

For comfortable and inviting entertaining space in your Villa , install a home theatre with comfortable seating , soundproofing and a large screen .

Add a game room with a sound system with a comfortable seating and consider outdoor entertainment features .

Include mood lighting and invest in a high-quality sound system for a seamless audio experience.

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Beginner Players Unite!

Hi everyone,

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What sets luxury wedding films apart from standard videos? The answer lies in the details:

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Personalization: From pre-wedding shoots to interviews with loved ones, luxury films can incorporate special touches that make them truly one of a kind.

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Creating a wedding film requires expertise, creativity, and a deep understanding of storytelling. WedinMotionUK takes pride in crafting cinematic experiences that are both intimate and grand. Our team combines technical skills with artistic vision to deliver films that exceed expectations.

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Achieving a breathtaking wedding film involves more than pointing a camera and recording events. Here’s what we focus on to ensure your film is nothing short of stunning:

Pre-Planning: Understanding your vision, venue, and timeline helps us capture the moments that matter most.

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Creative Angles: Drone shots, close-ups, and wide-angle frames offer a diverse perspective of your day.

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A wedding film is more than a keepsake—it’s an emotional journey back to the most beautiful day of your life. With a luxury wedding film, you’ll not only see the smiles and tears but also feel the love and happiness all over again. It becomes a family heirloom, cherished for generations to come.

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At WedinMotionUK, we are passionate about creating films that reflect the uniqueness of your wedding day. Our commitment to excellence, attention to detail, and personalized approach ensure that every frame of your film radiates authenticity and elegance. From your first consultation to the final delivery, we strive to make the process as seamless and enjoyable as possible.

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With the power to take a ghostly form and target people using their mementos and heirlooms, Adina Venture is the invisible assassin you never see coming. She doesn't do contracts. Just gruesome accidents, untraceable and custom-made. When the secret oversight organization know as the Order accuses Adina of murdering one of their own, she must find the real killer to get them off her back. Literally. Because until the case is closed, she will be magically bound to Chief Inquisitor Levi Breitling, an infamously powerful investigator with the ability to melt minds and a searing hatred for traitors. But what begins as a simple clearing of her name leads the pair deep into an unseen side of Sin City—one that’s rife with Operators of magic.

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Introduction:

In the realm of audio technology, box speakers stand as stalwart guardians of sound quality and fidelity. These humble devices, often overshadowed by their flashier counterparts, offer a timeless appeal and unmatched performance. But why exactly should you consider investing in box speakers? In this comprehensive guide, we delve into the essence of box speakers, uncovering the reasons behind their enduring popularity and exploring the myriad benefits they bring to any audio setup.

Body:

The Essence of Box Speakers:

Box speakers, also known as bookshelf speakers, derive their name from their compact, box-like design. This form factor serves a dual purpose: it optimizes acoustic performance while ensuring space-efficient placement in various environments. Unlike their floor-standing counterparts, box speakers are designed to be placed on shelves, stands, or mounted on walls, making them versatile companions for any room layout.

Unparalleled Sound Quality:

At the heart of every box speaker lies a meticulously engineered audio system that delivers exceptional sound quality. From crisp highs to deep, resonant lows, these speakers reproduce audio with remarkable clarity and precision. Thanks to advancements in driver technology and cabinet construction, modern box speakers can rival larger, more expensive setups in terms of audio fidelity.

Space-Saving Elegance:

One of the key advantages of box speakers is their compact size, which makes them ideal for environments where space is at a premium. Whether you're outfitting a cozy living room or a compact home office, box speakers offer a discreet yet powerful audio solution that seamlessly integrates into any decor. Their understated elegance allows them to blend in effortlessly while delivering a captivating listening experience.

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Ideal for Multi-Room Audio Systems:

With the rise of smart home technology, the demand for multi-room audio systems has surged in recent years. Box speakers are perfectly suited for this purpose, offering a compact yet powerful solution for distributing audio throughout your home. Whether you're streaming music in the kitchen, hosting a movie night in the living room, or unwinding with a podcast in the bedroom, box speakers deliver consistent, high-quality sound wherever you need it.

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Despite their impressive performance and versatility, box speakers remain remarkably affordable compared to their larger counterparts. Whether you're a seasoned audiophile or a casual listener, you'll find a wide range of options to suit your budget and preferences. From entry-level models that deliver solid performance at an unbeatable price to high-end offerings that rival the performance of professional studio monitors, box speakers offer something for every listener.

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