#domini records

[livdomtruther]

KNEADING LAUGHTER.

This was requested by the lovely janna (@livdoms) 🎀

Liv set up her camera in her cozy kitchen, the warm light highlighting the rustic charm of the wooden cabinets and the assortment of ingredients laid out on the counter. A bright smile lit up her face as she pressed the record button. "Hello, guys!! It's Liv, and today I'm baking cookies!" she announced, her voice full of enthusiasm. She clapped her hands together, causing a little puff of flour to rise from the counter, which made her giggle.

As she was about to continue, she caught something out of the corner of her eye and turned her head, her laughter bubbling up even more. Dominik was standing just off-camera, his arms crossed and an exaggerated pout on his face. He was playfully glaring at her, his eyes narrowed in mock annoyance. "You're not going to introduce me???" he whined, dragging out the words as if deeply offended.

Liv couldn't help but laugh at his antics. With a mischievous grin, she reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him into the shot. "And Dom is here!" she declared, her voice still tinged with laughter. She leaned into him slightly, their chemistry evident as they shared a knowing look.

Dominik grins as he looks down at Liv, a spark of mischief and affection dancing in his eyes. The love he feels for her is undeniable, shining through in the way he gazes at her. With a playful smirk, he gently nudges her out of the frame, his touch so light and teasing that it makes her giggle. Taking center stage, he strikes a dramatic pose in front of the camera. "And I'll be baking cookies today! No more Liv," he declares, his voice full of mock seriousness, though the twinkle in his eyes gives him away.

Liv, not one to be outdone, quickly tries to push him out of the frame in return, but Dominik is quicker. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her close and holding her in place. They both burst into laughter, the sound filling the kitchen as they look at each other, smiles wide and eyes sparkling.

Liv playfully rolled her eyes, wrapping her arms around Dominik. "You're sooo annoying, I swear," she teased, her voice light and full of affection. Dominik raised an eyebrow and glanced at an imaginary camera, breaking the fourth wall like a character from The Office.

"Yet you're still holding meee," he teased back, his tone smug and playful. Liv scoffed, pretending to be annoyed, and started to let go of him, but Dominik tightened his hold, refusing to let her go.

"We have a video to filmmmm!" she whined, her tone full of mock frustration. Finally, with a mischievous grin, Dominik released her, his hands lingering just a moment longer, both of them unable to hide their smiles.

"So, I have a list full of the baking ingredients and steps on this paper!" Liv announces enthusiastically, grabbing a small note off the counter and holding it up to the camera. She flashes a bright smile, excited to start.

Dominik squints his eyes, trying to make out the tiny handwriting on the paper. "You're so blind, oh my god... go get your glasses, babe," Liv teases, giggling as she watches him struggle.

Dominik huffs in mock annoyance, narrowing his eyes at the tiny writing on the note. "Tú también estás ciega, mujer," he mutters in Spanish, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm as he shakes his head. He gives her a knowing look before turning away to fetch his glasses, his footsteps heavy with exaggerated reluctance.

Liv, still giggling, catches the meaning and calls out after him, "I understood that!" Her laughter echoes through the kitchen as she waves the note in the air, amused by the playful banter between them.

She glances at the camera for a moment, a small laugh slipping out of her mouth. "You know, the funny thing is," Liv begins, her tone light and teasing, "I see a lot of people asking for you to bring your glasses back. Some of them even joke about throwing out your contacts." She says it just loud enough for Dominik to hear as he’s off-screen.

Dominik reappears in the frame, now wearing his glasses, and shakes his head with a playful grin. "I see those comments too," he admits, adjusting his glasses, "and maybe I will, but y'all better stop with the threats!" he jokes, pointing at the camera as if addressing the fans directly. He shakes his head again, pretending to be serious, but the smirk on his face gives him away.

"One day, when it’s Monday and you get me mad, I’ll throw out your lenses so you have to wear your glasses on Raw," Liv says, her tone dripping with playful mischief as she flips her hair with a dramatic flair. Her eyes twinkle with humor, clearly enjoying the banter.

Dominik lets out a theatrical sigh, raising an eyebrow in mock annoyance. "I never get you mad, so that won’t be happening," he retorts with a sassy grin, his tone full of exaggerated confidence.

"And you know that for a fact," Dominik says with a teasing grin, his eyes sparkling with playful mischief. He moves behind Liv with a smooth, affectionate gesture, leaning in to place a tender kiss on the top of her head. The kiss is soft and gentle, filled with warmth and sincerity. As he pulls away, a broad, genuine smile spreads across his face, his happiness evident in the way his eyes crinkle and his cheeks lift.

"Whatevverrr, let’s get the ingredients!" Liv exclaims, trying to redirect the conversation and feign annoyance. Her voice has a slight edge, but her flushed cheeks and the way she avoids eye contact reveal that her irritation is more for show than genuine. The redness in her face hints at her lingering amusement and warmth from Dominik’s earlier gesture.

Dominik’s eyes soften with affection as he watches her, a soft, playful giggle escaping his lips. He leans in slightly, his fingers gently poking her cheek in a tender, teasing motion. The touch is light and affectionate, making her smile despite her attempts to stay annoyed. His expression is one of endearing mischief, and he nods with a knowing grin, acknowledging her attempt to change the subject while clearly enjoying the affection.

She then turns to the camera with renewed focus, and Dominik joins her, their attention now on the array of ingredients laid out on the counter. "These are the ingredients we’ll be using for the cookies, guysss," Dominik announces, his voice adopting a high-pitched, mockingly enthusiastic tone that mirrors Liv’s earlier excitement. He gestures grandly to the assortment of baking supplies, trying to keep a straight face.

Liv gives him a sharp side-eye, her expression a mix of amusement and mock exasperation. Dominik bites his lip, struggling to stifle a laugh as he catches her reaction. The atmosphere is light and filled with laughter.

"Okay, so I'm letting Dom start with mixing the ingredients, and then I'll give the cookies their form!" Liv announces with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling as she faces the camera. Her tone is full of playful authority as she sets the stage for their baking session.

Dominik lets out an exaggerated groan, his voice dripping with mock annoyance. "She’s giving me all the workk," he whines, though he can’t help but grin as he begins to gather the ingredients. With a dramatic flourish, he starts measuring and mixing, his movements animated and slightly theatrical.

"Chop chop!" Liv calls out, her grin widening. In a swift, playful gesture, she gives Dominik a gentle smack on the butt. The touch is light, but Dominik’s reaction is anything but. He spins around, his eyes widening in exaggerated shock as he lets out a high-pitched, melodramatic scream. "OWWWWW!" he yells, the sound echoing through the kitchen.

Liv erupts into laughter, her hands clapping in delight as she watches his over-the-top response. "I didn’t even do it that hard!" she protests, her laughter bubbling up as she tries to defend her actions.

"Liarr!! She almost smacked my bum off!" Dominik counters, his voice filled with playful outrage. He takes a few dramatic steps backward, rubbing his rear as if it were genuinely sore. His face is a comical mix of mock pain and amusement, adding to the fun atmosphere.

"I would neverrrrr!!" Liv protests playfully, her voice carrying a mix of mock indignation and genuine affection. She strides over to Dominik, rising onto her tiptoes as she wraps her arms around him. With a flurry of kisses, she dots his face with soft, loving pecks, each one more playful than the last. Her actions are both lively and tender, her warmth clearly visible in the way she showers him with affection.

Dominik’s resistance crumbles instantly. His face lights up with an enamored smile, his eyes reflecting pure adoration. "Fineee, maybe you didn’t hit me that hard," he mumbles, his voice trailing off as he tries to hide his grin. His attempt at maintaining a serious demeanor fails as he looks away, trying to act nonchalant.

Liv’s smile widens, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she shakes her head in mock contemplation. "Hmmm," she murmurs, leaning in towards the corner of his cheek. Just as she’s about to plant a kiss there, Dominik unexpectedly shifts, pressing his lips firmly against hers. The kiss is brief but electrifying.

As they pull away, Liv gasps dramatically. "You're so annoying!!" she exclaims with a mix of laughter and mock frustration, giving his arm a gentle slap. Dominik’s laughter follows, his joy evident in the way he looks at her, fully aware of what he just did.

After several minutes of laughter and playful banter, Liv and Dominik refocus on their baking task. Liv’s eyes narrow as she watches him mix the ingredients, her attention sharp as she monitors his progress. Suddenly, with a mischievous glint in his eye, Dominik takes a handful of flour and tosses it in her direction.

The flour drifts through the air in a white cloud, landing on Liv with a surprising burst. Her mouth drops open in disbelief, and her eyes widen as she stares at him, speechless.

Her mouth drops open in disbelief, and her eyes widen as she stares at him, speechless. “Babe!" she finally exclaims, her tone a mix of shock and amazement. She narrows her eyes at Dominik, who is grinning with a look of pure satisfaction.

Without missing a beat, Liv’s playful spirit kicks in. She reaches out for the flour canister with a determined glint in her eye. With a swift, decisive motion, she grabs a generous handful of flour and hurls it at Dominik. The flour explodes against him, covering him in a cloud of white powder.

Dominik’s eyes go wide with shock, his mouth hanging open as he stands frozen, now dusted in flour. The kitchen erupts into laughter as Liv looks at him amused, the playful flour fight turning their baking session into a fun, messy adventure.

Soon enough, the room was blanketed in a fine dust of flour, and so were Liv and Dominik. Their hair was streaked with white powder, and their outfits were covered in flour from the impromptu food fight. Despite the mess, their laughter filled the room, a testament to their shared enjoyment of the playful chaos.

Suddenly, the camera cuts to a new scene. The flour-covered kitchen is replaced by a neat table, where Liv and Dominik now sit with serious expressions. Before them lies a plate of bakery-bought cookies, pristine and untouched. Liv tries to stifle a giggle as she addresses the camera, her attempt at a serious demeanor barely holding.

"I'm never baking with him again," she declares with a mock-serious tone, her lips twitching as she tries to maintain her composure. Dominik, sitting beside her, struggles to keep a straight face, his eyes dancing with amusement despite the serious front they’re trying to present.

"We all know that's a lie—" Dominik begins, his voice laced with playful certainty, but he doesn't get to finish his sentence. Liv shoots him a sharp side-eye, her expression a mix of mock irritation and amusement. Before he can respond further, the camera abruptly shuts off, leaving the two of them in their lighthearted moment, the room still echoing with their laughter.

[ladykailitha]

Well By Moonlight Part 15

Sorry for this being so late, I thought I set it up last night but hasn't been kind to me the last couple of days with the move.

This week we get all our old favorites back as I work through my backlog. The final chapter of Sweet Surrender will be out on Saturday.

This is another Nancy centric chapter as she tries to track down the wisp of her memories.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

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Nancy’s first stop was the library. Because as much as Steve’s comments galled her, she knew in his goofy, big-hearted way was right. She needed to find out about what happened fifteen years ago. Maybe even further than that. But fifteen years was a good place to start.

She drove into town. As strange as that was to think of, most of the pack had cars of some sort. Steve just preferred to travel in wolf form when he could and now she knew why.

She had met a couple of conspiracy nut jobs in her time as a reporter for their school newspaper, but there was something about this that felt bigger than it looked on the outside.

Nancy walked into the library and flashed her pack ID to the librarian. She was going to a specific part of the library, one only available to Domini, alphas, and Wayne Munson. The records of supernatural entities.

She strolled to a secure door that librarian unlocked from a button under her desk, and waited until the door swung open. It revealed a dark and winding stairway that with her enhanced vision she was able to traverse without issue.

She reached the bottom of the stair and smiled at the sight before her. Perched on a table like a gargoyle was Eddie, who was watching his uncle read. She cleared her throat.

Both men looked up at her in surprise.

“Nancy!” Eddie cried. “What brings you to the coolest place in the library?”

She raised her eyebrow at Wayne. “Is he supposed to be here?”

“Family. It’s allowed,” he smiled.

She neared the table to peer over Wayne’s shoulder. “What are you guys looking up?”

Eddie and Wayne shared a look.

“Steve told me everything,” Nancy said primly. “About Tommy, the attack on Patrick. His past. His fears about where all this is coming from.”

“Oh.” Eddie blinked at her a moment. “Wayne and I are trying to find which supe is scentless or as near to as a supe can get. Why are you here?”

Nancy thought about it for a moment and had to concede that if Steve trusted them, she had no reason to not to as well.

“I’m looking into the circumstances of Steve’s fostering and the events leading up to that,” she said, coming over to sit down across from Wayne. “There is something that I only vaguely remember about that time that sticks in my mind and I’m hoping that by going through the records I can find something that sparks that memory.”

Wayne scratched his chin. “I’m working on the angle that whatever it was that attacked Patrick was the same one that killed Steve’s parents.”

Nancy blinked at him a moment and then pulled the book over to her so she could see what they were looking at more clearly.

“I could smell it,” she murmured. “So it’s something that werewolves can scent, but harder for vampires to do the same.”

She turned the book around as Eddie and Wayne shared a glance. She went flipping through the pages.

“There are a few supernatural beings that it could be,” she continued. “We tend to forget about the ones that don’t transform in someway. We think of werewolves, sirens, gwyllgi, selkie and the like. Even vampires have a higher form that they transform into. But there are creatures like the cat sìth and djinn that don’t transform. What you see is what you get.”

“You’re thinking that whatever this beastie is, is a cryptid?” Wayne asked, watching her flip the through the pages faster than his slow, methodic research.

Nancy spun the book around. On the page there were three such creatures. The sphinx, the chimera, and the manticore.

“My bet is on one of these,” she said curtly, standing up. “Now that you know what you’re looking for, if you’ll excuse me, I have my own research to do.”

Eddie and Wayne just exchanged eye rolls before Eddie got up and pulled out books on the beasts, splitting the pile in half and handing a stack to Wayne.

Nancy pulled out this huge portfolio and it landed on the table with a horrid thud, sending up a cloud of dust.

Eddie waved the air in front of his face, not that it would make him cough or irritate his eyes since becoming a vampire, but it was annoyance nonetheless.

“Don’t they have those things on microfiche?” he asked with a glare. They were there first and she was acting like they were bothering her.

Nancy rolled her eyes. “Yes, but I want to see the originals.”

It took everything in Eddie’s power not to roll his eyes back at her and just buried his head into the research he was doing. He began jotting down things about the chimera that might fit the beast they were looking for.

Wayne had only gotten through two chapters of the sphinx when he shook his head.

“Not a sphinx,” he said gruffly. “They have far too many rules to want to ally with at cat sìth for anything short of an all out war between the fae.”

Eddie nodded, he had ruled them out based on DND rules, but didn’t want to say anything in front of Miss Snooty. He handed Wayne all the books he had on the manticore, his mind on the task in front of him.

Tat, tat, tat...

His pen flicked back and forth in his fingers as read about chimeras. There were different kinds but always a serpent tail, a feline body, and a capra head. The freaky thing breathed honest to god fire.

He thought about the beast that attacked Patrick, the one that Steve had apparently fought off by himself.

Neither of the two men had any indication that they had burn marks on them. Granted it was harder to tell with Steve. The transformation healed most wounds, going either direction. From wolf to human and vice versa.

Tat, tat, tat...

He looked up to see an exchange between Nancy and Wayne. She looked murderous, but Wayne’s steely glare kept her mouth shut. His glance darted back and forth between the two of them in confusion.

“His tapping is driving me crazy,” she finally hissed.

Wayne licked his lips nice and slow and leveled her with a look that could have curdled three generations cows’ of milk.

“And we were here first,” he said coldly. “You are here on a hunch. And probably a damn good one, but if we don’t find out what is stalking the streets of Hawkins, one of the pups could be next, so you will show him the respect you would give me.”

Her jaw that had been hanging open slammed shut.

Eddie snorted and tapped again just to annoy her. Nancy glared at him.

“She doesn’t respect you is the problem, Uncle Wayne. It’s why she wouldn’t let you watch their moon night. Something that if had been allowed wouldn’t have resulted in a brand new werewolf, the ire of the coven, and rampaging beast on the loose, because you would have been there to help Steve take it out.”

Wayne’s glare turned to ice. “Is that so?”

Nancy gulped. Hard. For all Wayne Munson’s down to earth looks and speech she had forgotten that he was a centuries old being with more experience in his left pinkie than she did in all her days on this earth.

She knew she didn’t have a real leg to stand on when she threatened Steve about either of these two vampires watching over her pack, but knew that he would go along with her because he didn’t understand pack pecking order.

But she held her chin high. “I have no reason to trust any vampire, but especially not a Bitten.”

“Do you know what happens when a vampire is turned?” Wayne asked her darkly.

“I know the technical aspects of it,” she replied haughtily. “But as I am not a vampire, I can only speak metaphorically.”

Again Eddie snorted, rolling his eyes. “You’re not bitten anything. You’ve got werewolf blood in you going back generations on both sides. Your privilege is showing, princess.”

“It’s not like werewolf biting either,” Wayne said ignoring them both. “Steve asked Patrick permission to bite him. It didn’t always used to be that way, but it’s so ingrained in werewolf society that they aren’t aware that they can turn a person into a wolf, provided that person is an alpha. But it’s a soft process. A healing one.”

Nancy frowned, chewing on her lip. “And vampire turning isn’t? I thought Steve asked Billy why he didn’t heal Patrick.”

Wayne nodded. “Because vampire turning requires blood to be exchanged. To just heal Patrick all it would have taken is for Billy to drink his blood. The venom in their saliva has healing properties so that their victims don’t go tattling to everyone and anyone they’d been bit.”

“So even if Billy had merely tried to heal Patrick and get his allegiance in exchange for his life, he still would have sprang the trap set for him?” she asked.

Eddie nodded. “Whoever is pulling the strings on this whole thing knows a lot about vampires, just not enough about Billy.”

Wayne hummed his agreement. “This person is wily and cunning, but their plans keep getting foiled by Steve, so unless you want your alpha dead, you’ll let us work in peace.”

Nancy looked down at the folio in front of her a moment before speaking. “What’s so different about a vampire turning over a werewolf one?”

Wayne turned to Eddie. “You’ve gone through it more recently than I have. You can tell her if you want, but I won’t make you.”

Eddie set his jaw. “It’s like a fire consuming you. Burning out your very blood, your very breath. It literally kills you. That’s why born vampires look down on us, because we’re not living. We will never live again. But unlike Wayne, I chose this willingly. Not because I was going to die anyway. Which is how it usually goes. They turn you and then turn you loose.”

She blanched and her eyes went wide. “Why would they do that?”

“Because, Miss Wheeler,” Wayne said fiercely, “because they got too careless and needed to make a quick getaway. Turn a person into a vampire, send the poor crazed bastard out on the populous, and watch the destruction from afar.”

“‘Cause, if the town’s folk are chasing a rampaging beast,” Eddie sneered, “then they won’t look too closely at the lord who left in the middle of the night.”

Nancy could barely breathe. “That’s awful. Why would anyone willing chose to go through all that pain and torment?”

“Because I would rather die,” Eddie said solemnly, “and going through the agonies of undeath than lose the one person in my life who gave a damn for longer than my use to them.”

She looked between them both and then nodded. She went back to her work without further comment or complaint.

Eddie waited a few more moments to make sure she wasn’t going to say anything else. Then he turned to Wayne. “It’s not a chimera, either. It’s got to be a manticore.”

Wayne looked down at his pile of books, his expression ashen.

“May god save us all.”

~

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[euronymous-files]

The following is part of a 2021 interview to Attila by the YT channel Over Music. Read below for the highlights, but definitely go and check the original video.

interviewer: "How was your relationship with Euronymous? Did you have a friendship relationship with him or he contacted you to work on DMDS and nothing more?"

Attila: "First he contacted me about that and he invited me to sing in Mayhem. Also he wanted to release Tormentor, my first band; we had Anno Domini, our debut album which was never released. So he really wanted to do that as well. I don't know how the fuck he phoned me, you know, he had this great network and we had some common friends […] Anyway, he wrote me a very fucking nice letter, kinda like talking like a fine gentleman, you know I really appreciated… in a little bit noble, sofisticated style… and we talked by phone and shared some music, I sent him some photos, stuff like that. He sent me the Deathcrush record and Darkthrone and Burzum records and shit. I think we had been in contact for maybe one or two years. I think he contacted me as I understood not long after Dead commited suicide. Of course he told me about it, and I think I was one of the favourite vocalists of both him and Dead. That's why he invited me in the first place to join the band. I was just thinking about Euronymous, actually, Øystein, who I consider as my brother, I can't say anything bad about him, actually. He was always super cool, very nice, friendly and like a gentleman to me, totally cool… you know, I was thinking about just yesterday because I have this beautiful new speaker system […] I was just listening to music and I put on some Tangerine Dream record to try to relax […] and it came to my mind that Øystein had this huge fucking Tangerine Dream collection […] He had all this collection and even he had all the side projects of the members of the band. So beside he had a very nice metal collection, he had this huge Tangerine Dream collection, I was like man, that's great that you like electronic music. […] So I'm just saying that music for me is everything but also, like you I guess, you're not listening only to extreme metal but that's the driving force that keeps us together […]."

[dominimoonbeam]

Audio Script - M4A - First Tattoo

I wrote this a while ago and would love to put it out there for audio artist to pick up if they're interested but I'm not really sure how to go about that, so we'll start here! <3

I wrote this M4A but if you want to change any of the pronouns you're of course welcome to.

Please give me credit if you decide to record this script, and a link so I can listen too! And, you know, don't put it behind a paywall. But if you want to pay me to make you your own scripts, you're welcome to contact me. <3 <3

Audio artists be warned, I seem to make a lot of background sound notes. Good luck, brave creators! I believe in your sound magic!

2 voiced characters with no interaction. Second speaker is the main character.

tags: confession of sorts, idiots in love, tattoo shop

First Tattoo

by Domini Moonbeam aka Clover Down

[fade in ambient music, muffled voices, the hum of tattoo machines]

You nervous?

Don’t be! I got this. You’re in good hands.

[paper rustle]

This is a great design. You did this yourself?

No? A friend?

Huh… You know this artwork style looks a lot like—

Yeah. You’re a friend of theirs? Roommates? They don’t usually do work like this unless they’re the one putting down the ink…

Alright. I’m just going to transfer this to tracing paper to put on you. Hang tight for a minute.

[curtain]

[waiting]

[muffled other voice] What the fuck? Who’s using my art?

[curtain thrown back]

[second voice, MC, surprised to see the listener and not some stranger stealing their art] Oh… [relief] Roomie. Shit, I thought someone stole my work… You… Wait…

What the hell are you doing here?

No.

You were going to let that jerk tattoo you?

I’m your fucking roommate! We’ve been best friends forever and you finally want to get a tattoo and you went to them?

No, they’re not bad. That’s not the point!

No, it’s really not.

If anyone was going to tattoo you, it should have been me.

[chair sound, sitting down and scooting closer, voice lower]

You didn’t even tell me you wanted to get a tattoo.

A whim? Yeah right. You don’t do anything on a whim.

[paper sound] This isn’t a small tattoo.

What the hell were you going to say when I saw it?

What do you mean I wouldn’t see it?

Oh. I mean… yeah I guess I don’t usually see that part of you…

Wait! You were going to let that bastard work on your side and hip?

Yes, now they’re a bastard.

Because they were going to have you basically stripped down on their table with their hands all over you and my art… my…

Wait… You were getting my art tattooed on you.

[laughs] So what? Are you joking?

I remember drawing this for you…

Yes, I do. I drew this for your birthday that first year we met, right after I moved in.

I didn’t know it was your birthday until that afternoon, so I just drew you something… [awestruck] You really kept this.

That was years ago.

You were really going to get my work tattooed on you?

[listener getting up]

No, hang on. You don’t need to bolt.

[smiling] And where are you even going? We live together.

[listener sitting back down]

Don’t pout. I can’t believe you were trying to get someone else to tattoo my art on you at my own shop.

[laughs] Yeah, yeah, I did say they were the only good artists in town…

Seriously though, why didn’t you just ask me? You know I would have done it in a heartbeat, right?

Of course, I would! I’ve been dropping hints about tattooing you since we met!

[paper sound] I can draw you something new, if you want. Anything you want.

Why not?

Are you…blushing?

Okay. Obviously, I’m just seeing things then.

…Special? [paper sounds, looking at it again] It’s special to you…

[pause]

Do you want me to do it then?

Yeah, of course, I mean it.

I mean, if you really don’t want me to…then I can send them back in.

[huffs a laugh] Yeah, the bastard… I would let them do my art if that’s what you really want. But I’d rather do it myself.

Because it’s mine. Because you’re… You.

Okay? [smiling] Okay. Great.

[putting on gloves] Show me where you want it.

Don’t get shy now…

[clothing rustling as listener takes off their shirt]

[sighs]

What? Nothing. Which side did you want it on?

[touching skin] Here? Down… Okay, stand up and push your pants down your hips.

Yeah, there. I need to clean the area first.

[spray. wiping. laughs] Yeah, it’s cold. Hang on.

[paper sounds. peeling the paper off] Okay, the stencil is on.

Take a look in the mirror real quick and make sure you like the placement.

Yeah?

Great. [pats the padded table] On your side, facing me.

[listener getting settled]

You’re going to be okay. Deep breaths.

[fiddling with equipment]

Okay, I’m going to start with the outline. This isn’t going to feel great, but you can take it.

That being said…if you need a break just let me know, okay? No shame in tapping out.

…Why are you blushing?

No reason… okay.

[machine hum]

Don’t move.

[starts working. background sounds and machine sounds for a bit]

What?

Oh. No, it’s my day off. I don’t have anyone else waiting or anything.

And don’t think I failed to notice how you plotted to come in when I wasn’t here.

Yes, plotted.

Don’t try to change the subject.

I came in because I still had some boring shit to get done after I skipped out early the other night.

[laughs] Yeah, I guess you could say I cut out for a hot date. I was taking you to that movie you had to see on opening night.

Yeah, that shut you up…

Oh, you wouldn’t call that a date?

What the hell would you call it? I picked you up…

Yes, we do live together. That did make it easier.

I bought you dinner.

Popcorn counts when the bucket is bigger than your head.

[machine and background sound stretch while speaker thinks and works]

So…why this one?

This sketch. Why did you decide to get this tattooed?

[laughs a little, focused on the work] Yeah, I did say people usually get something meaningful to them.

You…wanted it to be permanent?

[working]

You know I’m permanent, right?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy you want the tattoo. I’m fucking thrilled to put my art on you, and I would gladly give you a dozen more, but you know you don’t need to have something permanent from me, right?

Yeah… People leave. But I’m not going to leave you.

No. You know I don’t say things I don’t mean.

I’m not going anywhere.

[another stretch of machine sounds and background sounds]

Do you mind if I add some freehand or do you want it exactly like the image?

Yeah?

Cool.

You know this is going to take a couple sessions, right?

[laughs] Yeah, some people could sit for the whole thing at once, but you can only sit still for so long.

No, I know you, you only sit this still when you’re scared or flirting…

[realization] And I know you’re not scared of me…

Hm? I’m not saying anything.

But you did hang on to this drawing for three years.

[getting serious] Roomie…

[surprise when listener starts to move] No, seriously, don’t move.

[another pause while the machine hums/background]

[soft spoken] You have no idea what it means to me to put this on you.

Yeah, I’ve done a lot of tattoos, but this is you.

The idea of my work on your skin? Permanently?

That you wanted me permanently with you…

That’s what you’re saying, right?

[happy sigh] Yeah. Yeah, I want that too.

You know, I’d say we need to work on your communication skills but this kind of works for me… Just, you know, don’t ask other people to do the tattooing, next time?

[laughs] No, you’re right, I’m not usually the jealous type but this is different. I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do it.

Because.

Because… It’s you.

Now, hold still or I’m going to screw up your first tattoo.

[deimos-awaits]

DEIMOSIAN REVIEW OF THE FIRST EXPLORATOR FLEET

<<<TRANSMISSION FROM DEIMOS HISTORICAL ARCHIVES…RECORDS WRITTEN BY MAGOS-HISTORIA ESTHER-MENDEELVEE ∆12.56π…UNSEALED BY ORDER OF THE HOLY INQUISITION, ORDRO MACHIUM, INQUISITOR SERAPH SERAPHDOTTIOR…105M42>>>

What can be said of the First Explorator Fleet of Deimos? To say anything of what has been called “Boats Full of Xenarites” and “The Best Damned Explorators This Side Of The Eye of Terror” Our beloved Deimos itself must be discussed even in brief. REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED. 

Deimos has long been a smaller Forgeworld by the standards of the Adeptus Mechanicus, which gained most of its raw material from what remains of the Solar System's asteroid belt and Kuiper Belt. However despite being smaller in sheer size and output that has made Deimos no less hungry than other Forge Worlds. As the munition makers of the Grey Knights the forges of Deimos have never been allowed to fall silent lest the Great Enemy find any weakness in the defenses of Holy Terra. It was established by taking one of Mars moons from its orbit and moving it forward Titan, before establishing a Forgeworld upon this small rock that grew equally outwards and in. One method of growing the surface area of the moon has been to bring other asteroids close enough that they might be added to its mass, leading the once small moon to be a network of hallowed out asteroids stitched together by human artifice and holy machinery. This has lead Deimos to be approximately REDACTED across and REDACTED percent the size of Holy Mars. 

Like every other Forgeworld the rediscovery of blessed STCs is paramount in the minds of masters of Deimos and thus the creation of their exploratory fleets. These fleets, each led by an Ark Mechancius, lead the way in search for archeotechnology.  Established as an semi-independent force by the Fabricator General REDACTED REDACTED of Deimos very soon after the establishment of Deimos as a Forgeworld.

In more recent history the First Exploratory Fleet has had two Magi Domini. The first was Magos Domina Omega Bellerov-1.0 and Technoarcheologist Magos Domina Aleph-Gimmel Bellerov-2.0.

Fabricator Minoris Magos Domina Omega Bellerov-1.0 was originally the techpriest in charge of the Purgation Maniple which undoubtedly tinted her perspective about leadership. Bellerov-1.0 was a plastisteel fisted ruler. Under her command skitarii, servitor, and techpriest alike were seen as utterly disposable to further the will and reach of the Omnissiah. They led the fleet for around two hundred standard years bringing back approximately three STC fragments to Deimos for study. However after an encounter with the Word Eaters Legion Warband known as REACTED, Bellerov began to grow eccentric but still functioned well within parameters. However, for nine standard decades after this, Bellerov-1.0 began to abandon the pursuit of STC fragments instead chasing down Slaaneshi dedicated cults including THE BLESSED GUARDIANS on Erophant III. 

Erophant III would be Magos Domina Omega Bellerov-1.0’s last stand after nearly 56.43% Skitarii, 80.31% servitor, and 23.48% Techpriest casualty rates, the fleets ruling Synod launched an investigation. Due to knowledge gained from serving the Grey Knights, Bellerov was deemed corrupted by KHORNE and promptly REDACTED.

Following this the oldest priest serving became the ruling Fabricator-Minoris Explorator of the Fleet as decreed by the fleets Synod, and Technoarcheologist Magos Aleph-Gimmel became Fabricator-Minoris Technoarcheologist Magos Domina Explorator Aleph-Gimmel Bellerov-2.0. 

Under Fabricator-Minoris Aleph-Gimmel Bellerov-2.0’s leadership 7 distinct STC fragments have been found. Further three Necron tomb worlds have been discovered and reported to the wider Imperium and novel weapons added to the arsenal of both Adeptus Mechanicus and Grey Knight forces. However her propensity towards the usage of Eldar and Necron technology has began to stir up declarations of REDACTED.

Fabricator-Minoris Aleph-Gimmel Bellerov-2.0 has utilized these two combinations of technologies after a meeting with Belisarius Cawl in order to form practical antipysker personal shielding that was spread within the First Explorator Fleet, however it's construction of necrodermis and wraithbone has lead most non Deimosian Techpriests that learn of it too decry it as hersey.

Fabricator-Minoris Aleph-Gimmel Bellerov-2.0 displays a knack for finding STC fragments to support her with that has lead to many supporters previously here on Deimos to claim that she was blessed truly by the Omnissiah. Further information can be found in LINK_MISSING. The First Explorator Fleet has also come to the aid of the Grey Knights with the resurgence of the Demon Prince ANGRON as the fleet Synod now holds a grudge against the chaos power known as KHORNE. 

However, it was the trade with the LEAGUE OF VOTANN KNOWN AS THE TRANSANDROMEDIAM COOPERATIVE for resources in addition to rumors of PERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS that has lead to Fabricator-Minoris Aleph-Gimmel Bellerov-2.0 and the majority of her supporters to be declared by the Fabricator General Xenarite and Cawlian. In addition her supporters would be on a two hundred year penance crusade to recover lost technology before they could return to Deimos with the First Fleet. This was declared in 846M41. 

Organizationally, this Fleet, at last broadcast, was know to follow common organization of a Deimos force: a Skitarii-Infantry Maniple with three Cohorts, a Scout Maniple with three Cohorts, a Cybernetica Vanguard Maniple with three Cohorts, a Purgation Maniple with two cohorts and a independent Command Cohort run by the most senior tech priest present. The Command Cohort is usually comprised of choice selected unit by the leading priest. The Skitarii-Infantry Maniple are lead by two Skitarii Marshals and one Skitarius Preator. The Cyberntica Vanguard is typically run by any datasmith present and is composed typically of kastalean units and kataphron servitors. The Purgation Maniple, after Omega Bellerov-1.0’s REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED 

The Purgation Maniple, is led by a Manipulus not a Magos Dominus under any circumstances.  The Scout Maniple is led by autonomous Serybus and Sicariian Units. 

Further the First Explorator Fleet itself contains is known to contain two Ark Mechanicii, the Sigilite’s Anger and Deimos’s Cog, and at least three Metallica class Factory Ships which allow it to maintain base levels of self sufficiency in prolonged void operations. In addition the First Explorator Fleet was accompanied by the battle barge of the Ironsong Chapter of the Adeptus Astartes, a flotilla of the Imperial Navy lead by Admiral Ezekiel Bendavid from Terra’s Pride, and a collection of Deimosian Knight houses. 

This lecture on the First Deimos Explorator Fleet REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED and REDACTED REDACTED 

REDACTED REDACTED. Omnissiah bless and preserve you. 

<<<TRANSMISSION ENDS>>>

Well. That was most informative. Further search will be needed to determine how much of Magos-Historia Esther-Mendeelvee ∆12.56π's work is correct. Tracking the history and trail of the First Exploratory Fleet before it went to REDACTED will hopefully be less laborious if records are similarly kept. Unclear as of yet what audience Magos-Historia Esther was writing for, next avenue of investigation will be interrogating them tomorrow. Will be sending word to investigate Erophant III, which is located within the Imperium Nihilius. Reports of the fleet's activity have kept circling in from the Imperium Nihilius which does at least suggest they are still active. 

Praise the God-Emperor-Omnissiah

Inquisitor Seraph Seraphdottior signing off. 

[the-romantic-lady]

Is it true that King Richard iii was a serious, brooding and serious man ? And Domini Mancini described him as

He never spoke of his mind but watched from afar ?

Hi!! The words used are more by own but the sources essentially describe him as such pre-1483. The exact incidence I remember is when Edward signed the treaty with the French king. People were surprised that Richard refused the present and voiced his opinion to Edward (he didn't like this surrender). I believe Wavrin wrote that it was surprising to see Richard who watched from afar take some kind of stand. I think part of the reason might have been his need to make himself look different from George. So while George was loud and opinionated, Richard was quiet and observant. He was clearly interested in showing Edward his loyalty. It is actually so interesting to me how he goes from that to suddenly a corrupt usurper but we all know what happened there. In fact when he was king there is this excerpt which shows his nature as a quiet and thoughtful man.

"In Popplau’s description of his Imperial Majesty and kings and princes of the empire, he also tells us that: I then gave him answer about them, all much to their praise and honour. After that the king remained silent for a while. This may suggest that Richard was of a quiet and contemplative disposition, or at least on this occasion. Certainly Popplau records no further awkwardness over the king’s quietness. This may also be supported by Whitelaw when he tells us that Richard had a ‘mild and clement temper’.

Unfortunately, I did a lot of reading a while back on this subject and now I don't know where I read what. I wish I could point you to the exact source. That being said, the Ricard III Society have this amazing page talking about Richard's psychology. I am not convinced on every point but I think using psychology to debunk some claims is pretty useful.

https://richardiii.net/richard-iii-his-world/psychological-analysis/

[todaysdocument]

An Act Making an Alteration in the Flag of the United States

Record Group 11: General Records of the United States GovernmentSeries: Enrolled Acts and Resolutions of CongressFile Unit: Public Law, 3rd Congress, 1st Session: Alteration in the Flag of the United States, January 13, 1794

Third Congress of the United States AT THE FIRST SESSION Begun and held at the City of Philadelphia, IN THE State of Pennsylvania, ON Monday THE SECOND OF December ONE THOUSAND SEVEN HUNDRED AND NINETY-THREE. An Act making an alteration in the Flag of United States. Be IT ENACTED BY THE Senate AND House OF Representatives OF THE United States of America, IN Congress ASSEMBLED, [handwritten] That from and after the first day of May Anno Domini one thousand seven hundred and ninety five the Flag of the United States, be fifteen Stripes alternate red and blue. That the Union be fifteen Stars white in a blue field. Frederick Augustus Muhlenberg Speaker of the House of Representatives. John Adams [start bracket] Vice President of the United States and President of the Senate. [end bracket] Approved January the thirteenth 1794 Go. Washington. President of the United States.

[metal-patches-vinyl]

Black Sabbath is my favorite band of all time. I like all the eras. Yes, even the Tony Martin era, which is often derided as “not real Sabbath.” If you’ve never given those albums an honest listen, and especially if you like the Dio era, you really need to play them. And now, with the release of the new box set (“Anno Domini: 1989-1995”) you can finally own some records that have been out of print for decades.

I never thought I would actually be able to own vinyl versions of these albums in my lifetime. I am astonished at how good these records sound - especially Forbidden, which was remixed by Tony Iommi himself. One listen and you will hear the difference screaming at you. Iommi’s guitar tone is so delicious and tasty now. I listened to Forbidden twice in a row this weekend and I enjoyed every minute of that. This was unthinkable to me before. The other albums have been remastered (not remixed) and make me really happy. This box set is 100% worth the price. Get one while you can!

#JusticeForTonyMartin

[daisyachain]

It’s been read into the record that the US Army committed egregious civilian massacres in Vietnam, killed an estimated 100-500 thousand civilians in total in Vietnam, Cambodia, and Laos, caused thousands more poisonings, birth defects, and related deaths in the Agent Orange ecocide. Vietnam is considered by most residents of developed countries to be an unfortunate policy bungle in which US soldiers suffered trauma.

This is not counting massacres by allied forces. It is unsealed public knowledge that the United States either installed or propped up military dictatorships in a majority of Latin American countries and Indonesia, which engaged in political killings. The United States backed the governments which carried out the genocide of the Maya. US interventions in Latin America are considered by most residents of developed countries to consist of a heroic opposition to Cuban dictatorship, where they are considered at all. Indonesia does not exist.

The word ‘genocide’ was coined to describe the Armenian genocide. Descendants of Armenian survivors have risen to prominence in US pop culture (Cher, System of a Down). Armenians have suffered crimes, military aggression, and civilian killings by Azerbaijani and allied forces multiple times within the past five years. The US government recognized the Armenian genocide for the first time in 2019. The United Nations organized COP29 in Baku with no formal dissent or objection from developed countries, and I’ve seen accounts on here with my own eyes praising the current Turkish government (more of a case of ‘you do not under any circumstances have to hand it to a far-right nationalist regime because they’re geopolitically opposed to Israel’s far-right nationalist regime’). Most residents of developed countries couldn’t point to the Caucasus on a map.

These atrocities and many, many more are cases of factual unarguable history that have been acknowledged by hegemonic governments. There is no public or intellectual debate on the fact of the Armenian genocide, American installation of Pinochet, the My Lai massacre. It’s gone down in history.

It’s also true that the average resident, even the average sensible political moderate in the suite of developed countries has an understanding of the world that denies or excludes these facts. Tumblr fandom blogs will share a video of Erdogan if he’s saying something politically convenient, a mildly left-wing guy will disbelieve me when I mention the Pinochet thing until I make him look it up on friggin Wikipedia, there are 2 Vietnam War films focusing on heroic American characters released in or after Anno Domini 2020. One of which is by a solidly progressive director.

I’ve seen the sentiment frequently that history will show the Israeli genocide as the most vicious, cruel, inhuman assault on humanity since the turn of the millennium. That is true. It will show as fact, records will be unsealed, media distortions will die down. Already, internal Israeli news sources Haaretz and +972 have disproven many of the claims used by the US government as an excuse to dismember children on the basis of ethnicity.

At the same time, I think that there’s a lot of evidence that factual atrocities will be ignored by the liberal hegemony as long as they’re inconvenient. The Shoah is remembered as a tragedy in part because it fits into a narrative that portrays the US as a morally just world power. Universally acknowledged genocides mass killings have little to no impact on the memories or politics of ‘normal people’ in developed countries. Most people don’t know that the UAE is currently playing a key role in the decimation of Sudan’s population and most people, if they ever did find out, would not see any reason for the US to use its economic leverage to have any impact on the UAE at all.

The record does and will show that Israel is guilty of genocide. It will go away sooner or later because of the efforts of Palestinians and allies to free Palestine from occupation, apartheid, and genocide. I don’t think that anyone who cheered on genocide will be aware of any of this, reflect on any of it, or do anything at all make up for the people they’ve killed. Vindication by history might not change them at all. Which is why it makes sense to keep bringing up the Palestinian genocide in all contexts whether ‘appropriate’ or not, because all historical evidence shows that it will be swept under the rug, forgotten, or misremembered if it doesn’t remain a conversational landmine forever

[myvinylplaylist]

Black Sabbath: Anno Domini 1989-1995 (2024)

Black Sabbath Anno Domini 1989-1995

4LP Super Deluxe Edition Featuring

• 3 Albums Newly Remastered

• 2024 Tony Iommi Remix Of Forbidden

• 1989 Headless Cross Tour Replica Concert Book

• 40-Page Book With Photos, Artwork & Liner Notes

• Headless Cross Poster

Warner Records

[freehawaii]

KE AUPUNI UPDATE - SEPTEMBER 2024

The Queen Never Abdicated September is Hawaiian History month. The article in the April 27, 2024 Ke Aupuni Update was titled: “The Queen Never Surrendered”. This one is about the so-called “abdication” of Queen Liliuʻokalani. It is true, sort of… Here’s a brief recap of events leading up to the so-called abdication.

On January 17, 1893 with a company of armed US Marines backing them, white insurgents seize control of the government.

On December 18, 1893 President Cleveland denounces the actions of the insurgents, and calls for the reinstatement of Queen Liliuʻokalani and the lawful government of the Hawaiian Kingdom.

The insurgents respond by telling the US to mind its own business, then on July 4, 1894, proclaim the Hawaiian Kingdom was now the Republic of Hawaii.

From January 6-9, 1895, Hawaiian Patriots fail in an armed uprising to overthrow the “Republic” and restore Liliuʻokalani to the throne.

The leaders of the “rebellion” are captured, tried for treason and sentenced to death. January 16, 1895, Queen Liliuʻokalani was arrested, confined to a room at Iolani Palace and, on February 8, 1895, tried for treason against the Republic. On January 24, 1895, while under house arrest, representatives of the Republic presented Liliuʻokalani with a letter of abdication for her to sign. They made it clear to her that if she did not sign, the leaders of the “rebellion” would be executed.   Under those conditions, to save the lives of her dear followers and friends, she signed the document of abdication. The Republic then announced to the world that the Queen had abdicated and used it to fortify their claim of legitimacy. Countries with treaties with the Hawaiian Kingdom, shifted to dealing with the Republic of Hawaii and business went on as usual.   But did the Queen abdicate? Actually, no… for several reasons. First, a document signed under coercion and duress is invalid. Second, what she signed, was not her name. She signed, Lili’uokalani Dominis, a name she had never used before or since; nor was it her official name as the monarch of the Hawaiian Kingdom. Third, in her autobiography, and in many other instances, she completely repudiated that “letter of abdication”. Fourth, the Queen worked tirelessly in the years immediately following that “abdication” to have the Hawaiian Kingdom government and herself as the sovereign, restored as an independent nation. Words have been used to distort, embed and promote the false narratives in the telling of our story. It is up to us to set the record straight for us and for others who need to know the truth.

“Love of country is deep-seated in the breast of every Hawaiian, whatever his station.” — Queen Liliʻuokalani ---------- Ua mau ke ea o ka ʻāina i ka pono. The sovereignty of the land is perpetuated in righteousness. ------ For the latest news and developments about our progress at the United Nations in both New York and Geneva, tune in to Free Hawaii News at 6 PM the first Friday of each month on ʻŌlelo Television, Channel 53. ------ "And remember, for the latest updates and information about the Hawaiian Kingdom check out the twice-a-month Ke Aupuni Updates published online on Facebook and other social media." PLEASE KŌKUA… Your kōkua, large or small, is vital to this effort... To contribute, go to:   • GoFundMe – CAMPAIGN TO FREE HAWAII • PayPal – use account email: info@HawaiianKingdom.net • Other – To contribute in other ways (airline miles, travel vouchers, volunteer services, etc...) email us at: info@HawaiianKingdom.net All proceeds are used to help the cause. MAHALO! Malama Pono,

Leon Siu

Hawaiian National

[ladykailitha]

Oh how embarrassing! I apologise, I got you confused with Hyper! Which is really just me not paying any attention to which author I’m looking at

I am however, very interested in your Werewolf Steve, so I shall ask for that instead 😅

Sorry again!

It's no trouble! That's why I answered privately to make sure. :D For context for the dear readers, they sent me ask earlier for an omega Eddie and wanted to make sure we were on the same page!

WIP Wednesday! Make me write!

Snippet

Nancy’s first stop was the library. Because as much as Steve’s comments galled her, she knew in his goofy, big-hearted way was right. She needed to find out about what happened fifteen years ago. Maybe even further than that. But fifteen years was a good place to start.

She drove into town. As strange as that was to think of, most of the pack had cars of some sort. Steve just preferred to travel in wolf form when he could and now she knew why.

She had met a couple of conspiracy nut jobs in her time as a reporter for their school newspaper, but there was something about this that felt bigger than it looked on the outside.

Nancy walked into the library and flashed her pack ID. She was going to a specific part of the library, one only available to Domini, alphas, and Wayne Munson. The records of supernatural entities.

[monomythic]

THIS IS THE LONELIEST JOB IN THE WORLD : TO BE AN ACCOUNTANT OF THE HEART.

DOMINIC LEPOULT SERVEILLE ( JACOB ANDERSON ) is a THIRTY year-old POSTDOC FELLOW / PROFESSOR in OXFORD, GREAT BRITAIN. They were brought under Richard’s care when they were only NINE. They are known as THE SCHOLAR because they are PERCEPTIVE but also ALOOF. Let’s see what choice they make regarding the fate of Woodrow House.

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: dr. dominic lepoult serveille, ba, mphil, dphil

Nickname(s): nic. please don't call him dom.

Date of Birth: october 3

Age: thirty

Occupation: postdoctorate researcher / junior fellow at oxford university

Current Residence: oxford, united kingdom

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Hair: black

Eyes: brown

Height: 5'11" / 178 cm

Notable Features: right pinky is slightly crooked; nic broke it falling out of a tree as a child and it didn't quite heal straight.

PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR:

Strengths: perceptive, empathetic, principled, patient

Weaknesses: aloof, noncommittal, flighty, critical

Quirks: speaks with his hands when impassioned, otherwise quite still. doesn't use filler words—will just straight up pause in the middle of talking. writes all his lists on post-it notes. this has never come back to bite him, literally ever. deadpan sense of humor. more sentimental than you might think.

Vices: fruity gummies, with a particular weakness for sour worms. caffeine addict. a friend took him to get manicures once and he's been hooked ever since.

INTEREST & HOBBIES:

Interests: runs through fixations like the seasons—some notable ones include the mythology era, the coffee era, the cooking era that was actually mostly just a german knives era, and the yoga era. ask him what he's into lately.

Hobbies: reading's the obvious one, but also enjoys baseball. has been following soccer since moving to the uk.

Special Skills/Talents: near-eidetic memory. printer whisperer. rolls a mean joint, though few are privy to this information.

BECOMING A WARD

[ CW : MENTAL ILLNESS (POSTPARTUM PSYCHOSIS), SUICIDE, ALCOHOL USE, ALLEGED FRATRICIDE, PARENTAL DEATH ] the serveille family is (was) notorious for two things: their wealth, and their curse. the former is what brought them into richard woodrow’s circle, while the latter is what brought dominic into richard’s care. the wealth is a story you’ve heard time and time again: a successful family business that became a family dynasty. what began as the serveille family general store has grown into a national franchise chain—though the family is no longer involved with running the day-to-day operations of the business, they still maintain significant stock interests. realistically, the curse is just a series of undiagnosed mental illness, though dominic’s family does have a preternaturally poor track record of boat deaths on his mother’s side. in an ironic twist of events, his mother died of mental illness (killing herself after making an attempt at drowning a newborn dominic in the tub in an episode of postpartum psychosis), while his father died after he fell overboard off a yacht. rumors abound that his brother, the last person to see him, pushed him, but these were never substantiated. in the scuffle after his father’s death, dominic was shuffled around between relatives, each of whom wanted him for the inheritance. richard was ultimately contacted as a neutral, “objective” party (with no skin in the game, so to speak) that could handle dominic until the inheritance matters were settled. nobody quite expected that dominic would be insistent on staying with richard after everything was sorted out . . . but that’s a story for another day.

LIFE AS A WARD

dominic became a ward quite young and was particularly reserved at the beginning of his time at woodrow house, hyperaware of his status as a serveille and (what he believed to be) the contingency of his stay as a ward. even after becoming more secure in his continued status in richard's care, he remained just a touch too self-aware, i think. dominic is the sort of person to equate proximity as proxy, particularly when it comes to things like love and companionship, and sees life more as something to be observed than lived. dominic demonstrates love (and people and experiences and the world as he sees it) by attempting to understand it. this makes him empathetic and levelheaded (usually). this also makes him detached and clinical (often). this often places him a step removed from the rest of the world (certainly the rest of woodrow house), particularly because nic is not the sort of person to seek answers by asking⁠; he is driven by the act of discovery as much as its fruits. there’s so much you can glean from the world by looking, you know; the world is full of so many beautiful details people miss because of how caught up they are in their personal melodramas. among the wards, i imagine him to be the person with answers to every question—i also imagine him to value this greatly. i could see some of the other wards thinking that dominic believed himself to be better than the others because of it (or because of his wealth, or because of his proximity to richard, or because he never really got in trouble. pick ya fave.). re: richard woodrow iii — richard favored dominic, and dominic liked the attention. if you wanted to be uncharitable, you could call dominic sycophantic, and i don’t think you’d be entirely wrong. richard would often treat dominic more like a student than a ward, for better or for worse, and nic never really pushed for anything more. their talks were almost always academic, and functioned more like office hours than any sort of parental interaction. for him, it was a comfortable, uncomplicated dynamic; he likes to imagine it was similar for richard, as well. it perhaps speaks to his privilege that he doesn’t really get other wards with more complicated relationships with richard. richard is literally just the guy who took them in. anything beyond that was something you weren’t entitled to, but something to be cultivated, instead.

AESTHETIC

professor stereotype lol. his hair is always a little messy, no matter how diligently he styles it. style-wise, takes quite a few notes from the late, great richard woodrow iii; nic's wardrobe is primarily ralph laruen sweaters / the more casual end of the brand. whether this is an unconscious emulation of richard or a sense of laziness vis a vis discovering his personal style or a genuine enjoyment of the brand and its aesthetic is one of the few questions dominic finds himself uninterested in pursuing.

EDUCATION & EXTRACURRICULARS

studied at woodrow house until secondary school, at which point nic attended private school, mostly at richard's behest. played on the baseball team as a shortstop/second baseman. was also in the chess club. dominic was somewhat obsessive about researching programs; though he had some reservations about moving to another continent for undergrad, he ultimately felt that oxford's program was the most closely tailored to the research he wanted to do. probably had to be talked into it a bit by one of the other wards. he stayed on for his doctorate because in part because of the opportunities the school afforded him, but also in part because he's collected a lot of junk in his flat, and the idea of moving really does not appeal to him.

THEIR LIFE NOW

dominic has always thrived in academia, but in some ways it's enabled the worst of his habits. he's always told himself that he likes to live as a watcher, that it lends himself a certain objectivity about the world. but an albatross carries weight, even if you're the one to place it on your shoulders. currently, he's completing research—on the psychology of grief and beliefs about death, ironically—and teaching undergrads. just ok as a lecturer, but his tutorials are strangely popular. the fact that he's handsome is a coincidence, surely. the last time dominic visited the house was four years, six months, and fifteen days ago⁠—not that nic’s been counting, or anything. it had been at richard’s behest⁠—some foundation event that he wanted dominic to speak at. the distance isn't all that surprising. dominic was never the most sentimental of the wards, nor the most demonstrative with his affections. he has a tendency to get lost in his research, to eschew the literal for the hypothetical. and don’t get me wrong; he did care. does care. he cares very deeply, in fact, dominic keeps meticulous track of all the loves in his life, past and present and future⁠—for dominic, to be known is to be loved. but to be an accountant of the heart is lonely, it’s been said. to keep score is not necessarily to participate, and dominic, for all his intelligence, has never really understood that life and love are participatory acts as much as they are observable phenomena. he does recognize them as finite resources, however, which is why his research is so important to him. we only get so much time on earth, at the end of the day. there's a joke here about richard's death. but we can save that for later.

[angelthefirst1]

Silver Lake Swimteam. 🪞 🧚‍♀️

I AM WHO I AM - The name of God.

Emily calls herself the name of God - I am who I am 💫🛸

While focusing this photo on the heavens above...

She's referencing Beth's return and connecting it to a cure.

I AM ♾️ I AM - Beginning and end

WHO - World health organisation. 🌎 which speaks to God's cure.

When Emily first released Swimteam 🏊‍♀️ I struggled to connect the dots on what she was referring to, but I think I have figured it out.

Let's dive into the meaning behind the title of her album Swimteam, the meaning of the silver lake, the meaning of the song B or C for effort, and some other links I've come across...

Firstly, the 💫 returning star from space 🛸 symbolism has a mirrored/inverted meaning.

The star can refer to Sirius the dog star. Dog backwards is god with a little g. This is why i consider the dog star to represent the antichrist (little backward god) and a false light/cure, it's symbolism extends to having a darkened eye. Which is connected to spiritual blindness.

But that same star is also referred to as the bright morning star, which is Christ.

Revelation 22.16

“I, Jesus, have sent my angel to testify to you about these things for the churches. I am the root and the descendant of David, the bright morning star.”

So, it also points to Christ and the real cure/light.

Emily posted a series of photos with the "I am who I am" comment and the returning star from space symbolism.

One of the other photos she linked with the name of God, was this photo from the song B or C for effort from her new album, Swimteam.

B.C = Before Christ.

The song B or C for effort starts at night time (B.C), with Emily acting like she's just been shot, like Beth was in Coda. This time without a visible bullet.

Lights out, head thrown back and eyes closed in the dark, on her bed.

We then see a hint of an eclipsed sun (eclipse)

And straight after the eclipse, we see her wake up in the daylight (open her eyes/sight) in A.D Anno Domini or the year of our Lord.

The music video shows symbolism of Beth waking (eyes opened) after being shot, but laying down (lame), and also imagery of looking at an eclipsed sun. Something we saw a hint at in the episode 509.

We then hear music and see a band playing (music box)

She gets up from the mat/bed she's laying on, joins them, and starts singing about flowers (funerals/new life) and soothing (healing) wounds in another state.

After connecting the dots, i realised the album Swimteam is about the silver lake of the pool of BETHesda in Israel, in Jerusalem where Jesus was Crucified.

The Apostle John recorded the healing of a lame man and the healing of the blind man at the pool of Bethesda. The pool is known as the pool of healing and mercy.

The lame man was told by Jesus to get up, take his mat/bed, and walk.

So Emily is depicting the lame and blind (Beth would have been both after being shot) next to the pool of Bethesda being healed.

I've already written about how Mont Saint Michel in France is a depiction of Israel and Jerusalem. You can read more on that here.

The archangel Michael has many duties but one of his main duties is the protector of Israel.

Jesus saying that "I am the root and descendant of David, and the bright morning star" connects this passage to the star 🌟 of David.

That's why Emily wore the blue and white swim 🏊‍♀️ suit while next to the pool of "Bethesda" in Jerusalem. While promoting Swimteam. 🇮🇱

TWD often makes you think you are in one location when in fact they are hinting at an entirely different location when telling the story. Sometimes, it's biblical history, and sometimes it's biblical prophecy (future)

Israel and Jerusalem are called the apple of God's eye, and they are front and center in biblical history and biblical end times prophecy.

I am who i am 🍎 tree

So, while you think you're watching a story in America and France, you are not.

The pool of Bethesda was associated with healing because an angel was said to stir the water, giving it healing properties.

The silver lake of Emily's Swimteam is the mirror on the music box that the angel with wings "stirs" or "twirls" when the music plays.

The reason the silver lake is depicted as a mirror is because before the pool of Bethesda was built, that location was just dessert sand. The book of Isaiah 35.7 predicted that the parched land or "glowing sand" of that place would become a real pool, which was later built.

In the desert, this glowing sand can be called a mock-lake or mirage. Heated sand also becomes glass...hence the mirror.

Isaiah said that the mock-lake of the burning desert sand would become a real lake of refreshment and Joy.

Emily's outfit in B or C for effort is a perfect combination of all the colours seen in the music box shot with Maggie and Sasha. When the "Good news" plays.

The music box has hints of gold, like the gold frame of the "silver lake" mirror used in the music video.

And Emily posted about rainbows 🌈 in relation to Swimteam.

The blind man being healed at Bethesda represents spiritual blindness and a darkened mind, seeing a mirage if you will. Christ healed him, opening his eyes.

I would say Leah and even Isabelle are a version on this blindness on Daryl's behalf.

The healing of the blind man is used to show how great the spiritual blindness of man is, which only by degrees, and by successive stages, can come to the light.

Emily's song B or C for effort talks about God and the theme of spiritual growth.

Go listen to the full song here if you like.

Jesus did many other miracles and also walked on water in the region of Bethesda.

If you remember the episode that Jesus (Paul, aka the apostle Paul) was introduced in...

We saw much of the same symbolism that B or C for effort shows, and symbolism that's around Beth.

First, we see the Silver 🪞 wings 🧚‍♀️ cigarettes... when Daryl comes across the vending machine that's labelled cold drinks.

The pool of Bethesda is a fresh water 💧 spring and was the main source of water for Jerusalem.

What are cigarettes 🚬

Smokes...smoke and mirrors = mirage of a cold drink or pool. Mock-lake.

The scene where Jesus is introduced also shows a sign for pizza 🍕next to the silver wings sign, the symbolism for which I've shown a lot of lately in relation to Beth.

Later on in episode 610, we see the "silver lake" or pool of Bethesda as Jesus is passed out on the ground next to the lake.

Daryl says they should put him up a tree, which is just another way of saying crucifixion ✝️

Lastly, the truck that ends up going into the Silver-lake of Bethesda references Luke 8.41

Which is a reference to a dying girl restored and a bleeding woman healed.

You can go read that yourself, but the truck 🚚 that references a dying girl and bleeding woman sank into the healing pool (silver lake) of BETHesda.

That the angel of God stirs with healing power. 🪞 🧚‍♀️

I AM WHO I AM

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Henry Bolingbroke may have recalled his own childhood when he made plans for the education of his own children. By his first wife, Mary Bohun, whom he had married in 1380 or 1381, Henry had four sons and two daughters: first, Henry (born about 1387), prince of Wales, who became Henry V; secondly, Thomas, duke of Clarence; thirdly, John, made duke of Bedford in 1414, and fourthly, Humphrey, made duke of Gloucester in 1414. His daughters were first Blanche (born 1392) and secondly Philippa (born 1393 or 1394).

These children seem to have been educated privately in their own homes or in those of their father's relations, friends and servants. A series of Duchy of Lancaster wardrobe and household accounts for the period 1387 to 1398 gives us detailed information concerning the nurses, governesses and tutors responsible for the children's education. The accounts tell us a considerable amount about the nurses in the household and show that although some of the children 'shared' nurses, on the whole they had their own nurses, a practice common in royal and noble households. Agnes and Juliana Rokster are names repeatedly associated with the young John and Humphrey and may possibly have served as their cradle rockers or berceresse. In 1388 it appears that the midwife, Joanna Waring, who attended Mary Bohun at the birth of her second son, Thomas, was also the nurse of the young Henry. She was granted an annuity of forty shillings in 1391 and was still in the household in 1396. The other sons also had their own special nurses. Humphrey's nurse, Margaret, appears in an account of 1393-4, while Joanna Donnesinore, granted an annuity of forty shillings, is described as the nurse of Thomas and John in 1392. The daughters were also well provided with nurses. Blanche had two: one, who received a gift of cloth in 1392 and was named Matilda in an account of 1395-6, served also as Philippa's nurse; the other, Isabella Stanes, received a gift of £10 in August 1394. Apart from the evidence about nurses, we know that Mary Hervy served as the governess of the young children. On 10 December 1393, she is termed the 'magistrissa iuvenum dominorum' and in another document of the same year as 'maistresse a nos enfantz'. We also have details of the tutors of young Humphrey, Thomas Epston or Epirston, described, in 1397 as the 'informator' of his seven year old pupil, and Thomas Rothwell at Easter 1399 when a salary of 13s 4d was granted to 'Thome Rothewell informanti predictum Humfridum'. This rate of pay does not suggest a high position in the household hierarchy. The children were not always receiving their education in their father's household. The younger children, Humphrey, Blanche and Philippa were often at Eaton Tregose in Herefordshire with their father's chamberlain, Sir Hugh Waterton, who had been responsible for Bolingbroke's own upbringing twenty years earlier. In 1397 there are several references to John in the household of Margaret Marshal, duchess of Norfolk, and in June of that year, Henry is described as 'existenti in domo domini ducis Lancastriae' so he was clearly spending time with his grandfather, John of Gaunt. It is all the more interesting that these records survive, as the household of Henry Bolingbroke in the 1390s is likely to have been typical of many noble households; there was, of course, no question at that time that Henry's children were receiving the special treatment reserved for the heirs to the throne.

Elizabeth Gue, The Education and Literary Interests of the English Lay Nobility, c.1150 - c.1450 (PhD thesis, 1983)

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Alexander Sutherland Neill was born on October 17th 1883 in Forfar.

Another man you might not be a name you are familiar with, but A.S. Bell, as he was known, was a pioneer, or indeed a rebel against the conformists views of the era in education. The son of a schoolteacher, Neill graduated from the University of Edinburgh with an M.A. degree in 1912 and became headmaster of the Gretna Green School in 1914. He recorded his initial teaching experiences in the autobiographical novel A Dominie’s Log (1916) and wrote several sequels to this work, with some of them being reprinted in 1975 as The Dominie Books of A.S. Neill, dominie being the old eclesical word for schoolmaster.

Neill and others founded an international school near Dresden., in 1921. The school was moved to Sonntagberg, Austria, three years later but was soon closed because its unconventional curriculum and teaching methods were opposed by the local authorities. In 1924 Neill moved the school to Lyme Regis, Dorset, in England, and named it Summerhill after the building he had leased for its quarters. In 1927 he moved the school to its permanent home in Leiston, Suffolk. Summerhill School became internationally known for its self-governing student-teacher body and its flexible curriculum that emphasizes the student’s own motivation to learn. Neill drew considerable criticism for his permissive attitudes toward academic discipline, but by the 1960s his school had become popular for its progressive approach to child rearing.

Neill’s principal book about his educational methods, Summerhill: A Radical Approach to Child Rearing, stimulated debates about alternatives to conventional schooling. The book was more influential in the United States, West Germany, and Japan than in the British Isles

His other books include The Problem Child, The Problem Parent, The Problem Family, The Free Child, and an autobiography, Neill! Neill! Orange Peel!

In 1973 his health declined and he was admitted to Ipswich Hospital. Later he was taken to the small local hospital where he died peacefully on this day1973.