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shyphonics · 8 months ago

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Salad Days Chapter 2: You! Yes, you! Here’s a dime; run out and call the PMRC!

(babypunk!Rodrick Heffley x Reader)

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Bend your knees! (ooh la la!)

Move your head like this! (ooh la la!)

Pucker them lips! (ooh la la!)

Give that butt a kiss!

Kiss… my…

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

5:52 PM

Subject: HELP

dear girl from the bar,

can I run my email 2 mike by u real quick? we r pretty sure it kicks ass but want 2 make sure

thx

*~*~rOcK oN~*~*

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

6:17 PM

Subject: RE: HELP

Do you have a signature on your email? Also, is that seriously your email address?? A dot edu, no less?

Make a band email, and then we can talk.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

6:35 PM

Subject: HELLO

Esteemed Mike Morello,

Hello, we are a band. Maybe the best band to ever exist, someday. we want to play at your bar. we will do the best job EVER!! playing at your bar. Here are some places we've played, and impressed;

talent show

birthday party for a hot girl

As u can see, we are quite experienced in the music world, and we think you are ready for us. we are also a punk band. we listen to dead kennedy’s. I am wearing a dead kennedy’s t shirt right now.

if you think u r ready for the biggest crowd youve ever seen in your bar, email us back.

IF YOU DARE!!!!

-Löded Diper

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

6:41 PM

Subject: RE: HELLO

What the fuck? No. Absolutely not. "Esteemed"?? Do not send that email. You guys sound like creeps. Delete it. Start over.

Do I have to write the damn thing for you?

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

6:45PM

Subject: RE: RE: HELLO

will u??

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

6:47 PM

Subject: RE: RE: RE: HELLO

Are you fucking kidding me?

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

6:59 PM

Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: HELLO

Hey this is Ben now,

We would like to negotiate and offer 20 dollars, an (exclusive) one of a kind band t shirt and 4 beers!! :-)

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

7:01 PM

Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: HELLO

Jesus christ. Okay, do you have a myspace or anything? A demo mp3 you can send me? So I can effectively bullshit?

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

7:07 PM

Subject: MP3

explodeddiper.mp3

http://www.myspace.com/lodeddiper

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

7:15 PM

Subject: RE: MP3

Copy and paste this:

Hey Mike,

We're a new band in town, and would love the opportunity to play at The Strike. We've heard the history of the place, and have so much respect for its legacy in the scene, and your legacy as well. We want to help keep that legacy alive.

Are there any available upcoming opener spots? Our biggest influences are Dead Kennedys, Crime, and Black Flag. We're cool with any kind of bill, we can make anything work.

Thanks so much for your time!

-Löded Diper

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

7:18 PM

Subject: RE: RE: MP3

how did u do that so fast?? thx u from everyone!!! we are going 2 send it

do u want our address for the beers?

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

7:20 PM

Subject: RE: RE: RE: MP3

That's alright. Maybe I'll see you when you get a show. I think I kissed ass enough, that should get you something. Good luck, bigshots.

As much as you hadn't wanted to give in, you'd been there before. Clamoring for your moment in the sun, making shit up and brown nosing. That's just what you had to do to get the job done. Not to mention, they clearly couldn’t have come up with anything better on their own.

Besides, their demo wasn’t terrible.

Maybe you’d even call Mike and put in a good word. He trusts you. You're stable, at least by bar staff standards.

“Hey, Mike,”

“I am so glad you called. I just read the worst news article.” he sounds stressed. Oh, great.

“Oh?”

“Are you inside? You have to get inside.”

“What?” You figure there’s nothing to worry about, but you always try to be gentle with the guy. He’d done a lot of drugs back in the day, and he runs on constant paranoia.

“I just read that Dick Cheney,” his voice drops to a whisper, “is going to attack America if John Kerry wins,”

“Mike?”

“This is serious,”

“Mike,” you interrupt him, “what was the name of the newspaper?”

The line goes quiet.

“It’s an internet paper. The Onion.”

“Mike. The Onion is satire. It’s not real.”

“Satire, huh…”

“And that election happened last year. Kerry lost.”

Mike breathes a sigh of relief.

“Read me the page that said that,” you’re trying so hard to suppress a laugh.

“Best headlines of 2004,”

“Mike. It’s 2005.” The laugh breaks free, “It’s okay, I get it. Scary times.”

“Okay. Phew. Scary times, indeed. What can I do you for?”

You pause, trying to figure out what to say.

“There’s this new band, uh, this kid came in today. You’re gonna get an email from them in a minute here, and I think you should give them a shot. Their demo’s pretty good, and the one I met seemed like he had the spirit.”

“The spirit,” Mike sighs contentedly, “did I ever tell you how we used to take the bus from Oakland to get to the Mab? If you didn’t catch that last bus home, boy, the cops wouldn’t let you sleep in the station. They’d just…”

“...beat the shit out of you with their pig batons.” You say in unison.

“It’s a great story, Mike. But this band,” you flop back on your bed.

“Yes! Sorry.”

“I was thinking you could let them have the opener spot next Friday.”

“Your first headlining show!”

“Yeah! Thanks again for that. I want Löded Diper to open.”

“Loaded… hmm. What?”

“I know. It’s terrible,” you laugh, “But it wouldn't be the first time you took a chance on some kids with a terrible name.”

“Are you talking about you? When you were called-”

“Yes!” You interrupt, “And look at me now! You're a great guy, Mike, and you've done so much for me. So much for the scene. Could you do me this last favor? ‘Cause you're the best boss in the world? The last true punk?”

It was a thing he said from time to time, usually when you didn't omit the vodka from his vodka soda.

Mike sighs down the line.

“Kid, you always know how to get me. I'll put Diaper Fuckers on the bill.”

“Löded Diper.” You're cackling.

“Loaded what-ever!” Mike makes a gagging sound, “Just promise it won't be a shitshow.”

“I promise.”

You hang up the phone and smile. Mike really has been good to you, and you definitely wouldn't be where you are without him. That wasn't just brown nosing. He'd taken a chance on you when you were a crazy street rat, and now you technically work 3 or 4 jobs for him. He pays generously. You have no idea where the fuck all his money comes from, but you're not complaining.

You relax further into your bed, turning your head to gaze out the window. These guys better be good.

You may ask yourself, "what is that beautiful house?"

You may ask yourself, "where does that highway go to?"

And you may ask yourself, "am I right, am I wrong?"

And you may say to yourself, "my god, what have I done?"

Rodrick's head swims. One of the guys had scored some weed on a job hunt, and it's not mixing the best with his current mental state. The rest of the guys had long since fallen asleep, sprawled on piles of blankets and air mattresses. Light snoring fills the room.

He fights off thoughts of home, trying to clear his brain. Shake it like an etch-a-sketch and start over. What resurfaces is simply world's best bartender. He likes that. He'd like to buy you a mug with that printed on it someday, as a thank you. He knows writing isn't his strong suit, and you'd really saved his ass. He pictures your face, and though it looks pissed off, it makes him smile.

His eyelids grow heavy, his brain goes hazier, and he drifts into an initially peaceful sleep.

He dreams of Plainview.

"You failed?? You failed the easiest certificate course at community college? Did you do the work?"

"Fuck no, I didn't do the work! I didn't want any of this! I wanna move."

"With what money? Are you going to flip burgers for a living?"

"Maybe I will!"

"You're a failure."

"I fucking hate you!"

This diner fucking sucks. Stupid asshole boss yelling at him, stupid little nametag on his stupid little vest. Heather Hills sticking her leg out from a booth and fucking tripping him while he has a whole tray of drinks. Rich kids who don't even need to go to college- they just get to go take over "the family business"- cornering him out back and kicking his ass. Pizza face like he's fucking fourteen again from the kitchen grease. What's the point? What's the fucking point of any of this?

He's angry. He's so fucking angry all the time, and he just has to take it. He knows he should have put in more effort at school. He knows he should have planned for the future. He doesn't need to hear about it every second of every goddamn day. He doesn't want the same thing everyone at school had wanted for themselves. Is that so wrong?

But keep the peace for mom and your brothers. Scrape and save where you can.

Get beat up, get laughed at, get covered in garbage. Keep practicing with the band. Get GOOD. Really good. Get incredible. And work, and work, and cry, and drum, and write, and work some more, and maybe he'll get out of here sane.

How did I get here?

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anchanted-one · 2 years ago

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Book of Storms. Legend of Vajra

Chapter 15. Knighthood

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43208574/chapters/109237216

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Council Chambers, The next afternoon

Decked out in his new ceremonial robes, Vajra was ushered inside the spacious round room by the droid. All the blinds had been closed, all the lights switched off, so when the door closed behind him, there was a moment in complete darkness.

Twelve Lightsabers ignited all over the room, illuminating it in blue, green, and yellow lights. All of the wielders were hooded, and holding them with both hands, in the ceremonial guard position.

Master Satele’s voice rang out, calm and clear as always. “Step forward, Padawan.”

Vajra obeyed, and knelt down before the figure in the very center of the circle.

As he knelt, all the Lightsaber blades pointed downwards.

“Vajra Devarath,” Master Satele intoned. “By the Right of the Council, by the Will of the Force, and in recognition of your service and performance in the trials, I dub thee a Jedi Knight of the Republic.” She tapped each of his shoulders with the tip of her ceremonial sword, then placed it on top of his head. “Yours has been a difficult road so far, but you have conquered it with skill and determination that is truly worthy of a Jedi. In the name of duty, you have led, you have bled, you have fought, you have overcome. You have shown all the wisdom, compassion, and maturity we expect from our Knights, but it is your singular talent for combat and protection which have gained you our attention and our confidence. I foresee that your road will only grow more difficult, and sometimes lonely. But your service will keep the trillions of innocents in this galaxy safe. Your blade will bring countless agents of evil to justice. Your heroism will inspire the Galaxy for generations to come. And your ferocity will be heard across the stars. You are hereby named the Storm of the Jedi; not by this Council, but by the Force itself. Hearken to it.”

Vajra felt chilled by her speech. He wasn’t the only one. Whispers broke out when her voice went silent, but quickly halted when Master Satele gave Vajra her hand to symbolically raise him back onto his feet. He looked her head on, and found a look of consternation on her own face which she hid at once and began clapping politely.

The other Masters followed suit, but there were a few who cheered rather more enthusiastically; by his own request, Jasme and Kira had been invited to his Knighting ceremony, as had T7-01, who whistled and chirped happily.

The lights came back on, and the blinds pulled back to transform the Council Chambers back into its usual self.

Master Orgus led him aside. “Well, well. ‘Storm of the Jedi’. I wasn’t expecting that. Nor was Master Satele, I think. No, that proclamation came from the Force direct. A somewhat ominous prestige. Congratulations on your Knighthood, my young friend.”

Jasme and Kira rushed over to him, and Kira offered him the highest of high fives before slapping his back. “Good job, my boy!” she cheered. “‘Storm of the Jedi’, eh? That’s a good name for a wrestler or something!”

Jasme squealed excitedly gave him a tight hug, something only she could do in plain view of the Masters.

“And so, my little brother’s gone and become a bigshot,” she cried. “How does it feel?”

“These robes are a bit itchy,” he admitted. “And the amour’s thick. I almost couldn’t fit your belt over it.”

“Yeah, I blame my clothes too!” Kira laughed.

“‘Storm of the Jedi’,” Jasme also repeated. “An apt title for a ‘Child of the Storm’. You are the Jedi’s Child of the Storm. Storm of the Jedi.” She cackled. “How apt! And not very imaginative, if you ask me. The Force is definitely no poet. So, what’s next for our conquering hero?”

“We’re about to get to that,” Master Satele called. “The Council is in session. I call for order. We have some related matters to discuss.”

Jasme went back to her seat, and Kira returned to her place beside Master Kiwiiks.

Vajra looked around. All the Council Seats were occupied for once. There were several Masters he had heard of, but never met before.

“We needed to discuss the matter of the Twi’leks. Despite everything, their Grand Matriarch refuses to relocate. I would know your thoughts on this.”

“Jasme has met her,” Vajra answered. “But I haven’t. She ‘granted me an audience’ after that poison episode, but I have neglected to follow through on it. I trust Jasme’s instincts that she’s up to something.”

“What does Matriarch Ranna say?”

“She thinks Kolivish is stubborn but claims she’s a good person. But it’s my opinion that a good person wouldn’t ignore her people as much as Kolovish does. She stayed aloof the entire time I’ve been here, expecting us to go to her. The only times I think she’s stirred is when talk of leaving Tython emerges.”

“It is troubling that she chose Tython to settle on, of all the worlds in the galaxy,” Master Braga coughed.

“Personally, I’m more concerned about how she stubbornly refused to leave even though there were Flesh Raiders and Dark Jedi attacking her people,” Master Kiwiiks said.

“But what can we do about it?” Master Syo asked. “Can we get them off the planet?”

“Only the Senate has that authority.”

“Then perhaps we can petition the Supreme Chancellor. These Twi’leks have endangered themselves many times over, demanded we allocate resources to defending them, then betrayed us. They betrayed the Jedi who had protected tirelessly them for months. For their own sake, but also ours, we must force them off this world.”

“If we’re worried about the danger we’re putting them in, why not leave ourselves?” Vajra questioned. “Tython is poorly defended.”

“The location of this world is a closely-guarded secret,” Master Nikil said, his serpentine body reclined against his pillow. “The Empire won’t attack us here anytime soon. There are many measures in place to ensure that only people we trust enter or leave this world.”

“Bengel got here,” Master Satele pointed out. “And with enough weapons to arm the entire Khrayii population, too. And the Kalikori got here too, mere weeks after word of our new location reached the general population.”

The Council shifted.

“What Vajra says is true,” Master Kiwiiks said. “Tython cannot be defended as easily as Coruscant or Corellia.”

“But we can’t abandon it just yet,” Master Satele sighed. “Relocating our Temple is vastly more expensive than relocating the Kalikori. And we can’t return to Coruscant. The Senate has deprioritized the Temple, since so much reconstruction in residential areas is still underway. It will be a decade at least before they begin. Nor can we go anywhere else, not yet.”

“Still, I’d be interested to see how this ‘Grand Matriarch’ reacts to a rumor of us leaving,” Master Tol Braga said thoughtfully. “If nothing else, her response will tell us whether or not she really is a harmless old woman.”

“A fine idea,” Master Kaedan said.

“The only one who can get close to her is Vajra,” Master Satele said. “And he’s needed on Coruscant.”

“Coruscant?”

“We have determined it as the source of the growing darkness. Master Kiwiiks and Kira cannot handle this alone. You and Master Orgus are to leave along with them.”

“If I may, I’d like to attend Morint’s funeral tomorrow, along with the others who died.”

Satele looked at Kiwiiks, who nodded. “Our audience with the Chancellor is scheduled for the day after tomorrow anyway. I think it’s not a bad idea for Vajra to leave the Kalikori on a more conciliatory note.”

“Very well then. Your request is granted, Vajra. Say your goodbyes, attend the funeral. But let the Twi’leks know that we are not happy to be proven right.”

“Yes, Master.”

Kalikori Village

It was nighttime, and most of the Twi’leks were celebrating Vajra’s victory. They hoped that with the culprit behind the attacks captured, and the majority of the Khrayii Force users slain, the natives wouldn’t pose much of a threat anymore.

Most Twi’lek children had been allowed to spend the night in the play pen in the play pen, as the adults were in the mood for a rowdier-than usual celebration.

It was in fact, a jamboree, beyond anything they’d had in years; the liquor stores had been raided. All adults gathered around the fire to sing, dance, eat, drink, and in some cases in the have orgies in the less illuminated places. There were several groups of three, four, five, and—in one case—even nine villagers, all busily pleasuring each other almost in the open. The normally simple, unassuming folk, really let loose today.

Ranna, not having any reason to attend either group’s idea of fun, sat gloomily in her home, still mulling over how badly she had messed up. The decision to betray the Jedi had not been hers, but her people’s. They had folded to the Dark Jedi’s demands almost at once, and insisted that she accept. On their prompting, she had lied to and betrayed the one she loved, and been accessory to the capture of someone he deeply cared for. Then she had failed him by not seeing Morint’s second betrayal coming. She had seen Vajra fight before; his reflexes were supernatural. He had avoided blows that he shouldn’t even have seen coming with ease and elegance. That Morint’s shot had hit him was an anomaly explained by one thing only; he’d been distracted. By Master Orgus’ kidnapping, but also by her advances. She wondered if he’d have been able to avoid it if she hadn’t come on to him so hard.

But could she have refused her people? Did she have that right? Or was her title all duty and no privileges? She hated how they could celebrate while she mourned the end of the one thing that had kept her going since her mother’s death.

What else could she have done? What else should she have done?

“Ranna?”

She almost screamed. “Vajra?”

“Sorry. I let myself in. You kinda liked it last time, didn’t you? You didn’t answer your comms.”

Ranna furiously wiped her tears away.

“Vajra? What are you doing here?”

“I said I’d talk with you once this was over, didn’t I?”

“But that was yesterday!”

“That drug Morint put in me? It wasn’t without its effect. I was all but out cold after my fight yesterday. Only woke up this morning. But I thought Jasme told you that?”

“I… I think she may have sent me a message. But I didn’t think to look. But what happened today?”

“Well, today was a little hectic. I was raised to Knight this morning.”

“What? Oh! Congratulations!” Ranna didn’t feel the cheer she was faking. If he had been Knighted… “That means you’re going to be reassigned, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m glad it’s only one of our fates to be stuck in a tiny village for the rest of her life.”

“You can always leave,” Vajra said. “Not just Tython, but the Kalikori. This religion you’re following… it feels like a cult to me. The Jedi can help you start a new life. Maybe I can visit you, wherever you find yourself.”

“Leaving these schuttas feels like such an appealing idea at the moment…”

“That’s a strong insult from you.”

“Did you see them out there?”

“Yeah. I think I saw your mother’s nurse close by, with three men straddling her. She looked…”

“I know, Vajra!” she wept. “They’re cutting loose! Having the time of their lives! All while locking me in a hundred chains! ‘Oh, hello Ranna! Now that I’ve seen you, drop everything you’re doing and waste your morning solving this miniscule trifle for me!’ ‘Why, it’s the Matriarch! Here, let’s take this problem that ten grown adults weren’t able to solve, and ask her to solve it for us!’ ‘Oh, Ranna sweetie, maybe you can hear me complain about my toenails for the rest of the day!’ And after everything I did, everything I gave them, they forced me to betray you! And now they’re celebrating? The gall!”

Ranna was stunned when Vajra picked her up. “Vajra?”

“I am sorry I couldn’t make it earlier, Ranna.”

“Why are you even here? Why are you even willing to share the same air with me? How can you hold me again like nothing happened?”

“Because I don’t believe you did anything wrong. Besides, I love you.

She could scarce believe her hearing. “You love me?”

“Yes Ranna.”

“But aren’t you leaving Tython?”

“Not tonight. Tonight, I’m all yours. And I thought I’d ask if your offer was still open.”

“My offer… oh!” Ranna’s jaw dropped. “Do you mean…?”

“I… I want to…” she looked up at him at last, having avoided his gaze since the beginning. He looked so shy! It was adorable! “Ranna, just this once, I want to share your bed. I want to celebrate with you the way your rowdy villagers are. I want to see that same expression on your face that Nora had!” He blushed furiously as he said it, but he did manage to say it.

Ranna giggled furiously, then kissed his neck. “Well, well! Celebrate like them? Discard all inhibitions? Yes, please! Give it to me!”

He returned the passionate kiss she had given him on his birthday; she felt an excited flush flood her face. She began undressing him as he carried her to her bed, and then lay back to admire his body when he deposited her on the straw mattress. She knew her face had a most satisfied smirk as he began to disrobe her as well, placing kisses on her mouth and neck.

As he placed his hands on her final articles of clothing, she thanked all the stars that had aligned to give her this one, perfect moment. Tonight was a good night, after all!

Vajra nudged Ranna off his chest early the next morning. “Ranna… I need to sneak out, so that it looks like I’m only just arriving for the funerals.”

Ranna gave him a truly tearful look. “Is the night over already?”

“Almost. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” her expression morphed into one of deepest satisfaction. “It was the best night of my life. I understand now, why the others like to couple up at every excuse.” She watched him dress from under her sheets. “I know you said it was one night only… but do you think we’ll get to celebrate like that again? I’d like to do this once in a while.”

“I don’t think so. But perhaps we will see each other again. Tython is still the Jedi HQ. For now.”

“Good. I’ll be counting the hours till I see you again.”

He chuckled. “How do your people see me? Will my presence be resented?”

“No. I told them what transpired and most of them understood, Morint’s brother among them. But be prepared for a few hostile stares. Morint was well loved.”

But then, Vajra had been well-loved too. And her people had turned him in at the shadow of a threat. In hindsight, Ranna believed that they could easily have repelled the children.

“I can almost see the stress eating away at you.”

“Really?”

“Yes. The job of Matriarch… I’m sorry, Ranna. But you’re better ceding it to someone else until you’re at least twenty-five.”

“I understand.” After a brief pause, she hesitantly spoke up again. “Vajra?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you considered my other offer? Leave the Jedi. Live with me. Let us repeat last night as many times as we please. We can lead a simple life, away from all the burdens and responsibilities. I was not ready to be a Matriarch, but are you ready to be a Knight?”

He sighed. “I’m not. But I’m afraid this is my path, for now.”

“Does it have to be? Please, just give it some serious thought. Move in with me. Or at least the village. Marry me when we come of age, and nail me to our bed every night. I’ll make you happy too. I can be the mother of your children. As many as you want. And the people will eventually remember everything you did for them. You will be welcomed here. Adored. Respected.”

“Your offer is tempting,” Vajra conceded. Master Satele’s warning loomed in his head. Jedi, or everything else? Lover, spouse, and parent? Or Jedi? “But I can’t.” This time it was he who paused for a moment. “I want you to promise me something.”

“What?”

“If you ever find someone else who loves you, and can keep you warm most nights, and happy most days instead of just once every few months… take him. I am not worth pining over for the rest of your life.”

“I can’t promise that, Vajra.”

“We are teenagers,” he said insistently. “Feelings at our age are famously changeable.”

“Mine won’t!” she said heatedly. “I love you! Now, and forever!”

“Promise me.”

“No. Even if this is the last time we ever meet alone, this is what I want. Don’t ask me to change my mind.”

He sighed heavily. “Alright. May the Force be with you, Ranna.”

She mumbled something and went back to sleep.

This was the first real Kalikori funeral Vajra had been allowed to attend, so he didn’t know what to expect. From all the exclusivity, he’d expected rituals, hymns, elaborate burials or cremations, and even for the bodies to be decked out in ceremonial robes. Perhaps adorned with several of their personal effects.

But it was rather perfunctory. Ranna just mentioned each Twi’lek’s name, where and when they were born, and that they would be missed. After that, she placed a single torch on each pyre before backing away. There wasn’t even a speech recalling their lives and service.

Everyone had their entire faces covered with a thin gauze so as to avoid inhaling the ash and smoke from the pyres, but everyone shed at least a few tears.

“Was Matriarch Sumari’s funeral any different?” Vajra asked Nora, the former Matriarch’s nurse. Several Twi’leks gave him scalding hot looks, but Nora squeezed his hand briefly.

“Just like this. Only difference was how Ranna fought back her tears. She is understandably not as distraught as she was back then.”

Vajra recalled Jasme’s comment about how this cult felt a little poorly designed, lacking even a modicum of ceremony or symbolism.

Behind him, he felt a slight nudge. He turned to see a Twi’lek with a green, lined face.

“So, you’re the Jedi Padawan I’ve heard so much about.”

“My name is Vajra. Pleased to meet you.”

“I am Grand Matriarch Kolovish,” she announced, her voice deep and mellow. “Please, follow me.”

Vajra considered disobeying, but that risked causing a stir. She led him a fair distance away from the crowd, but Vajra said “I think this is far enough, Grand Matriarch. I’d like to return to them afterwards.”

Irritation flitted across her face. “So be it, although you should know by now that we like things simple here. The funeral is over. Everyone will either watch, or return to their homes.” She watched him for a moment before going on. “I offered you an audience, but you never came. It’s bad to keep your elders waiting, you know.”

Only half a year ago, Vajra would have agreed with that statement. Things were different now. Perhaps it was a sign that he was in his rebellious phase. “It’s also bad for an elder to condemn her innocent followers to their deaths, you know.”

Her eyes flashed for a moment, but her voice remained soft and kind. “We were hounded out of our homes on Ryloth. We will not abandon our homes again. No matter the cost. We will never embrace cowardice again.”

“Why not, if it keeps your people alive? They are important. The land is not.”

“Having someplace to call home is important. It grounds us. Gives us a sense of security. You will not understand; you are still a young child.”

“There were twenty-three children even younger than me, who were tortured to death in that valley. That was the fate of every child in your village if we hadn’t helped you. Every villager.”

“Regardless. We will stay no matter the cost. We are proud, we are brave—”

“The Jedi Council discussed leaving.”

She spun around. “What?!”

“It’s true. Tython is remote, and Jedi are needed everywhere. Our beloved Temple has been rather empty for months. Why do you think I was the only Jedi they could spare?” Her mouth worked for a few moments. Her eyes screamed panic. “Bengel Morr’s threat to your village, and your people’s subsequent betrayal, proved our concerns. Your presence is a threat. Our beliefs force us to protect innocents. But you refuse to leave… better if the Jedi withdraw. You can have this place all to yourselves.”

Her mouth worked. “But the Flesh Raiders!” she protested. “They may be gone now, but they’re still numerous! They will return one day! How will we survive, without Jedi support?”

“You’ve changed your tune, haven’t you? The Council were right to not trust you.”

“You… you lied to me, didn’t you? The Jedi aren’t going anywhere! This is their birthplace!”

“I didn’t lie. And we’ve already left once.”

She sighed, having composed herself at last. “The stories about you are wrong.” Her voice was of a grandmother sadly revoking her favored grandchild’s access to dessert. “You are a rather unpleasant child. I granted you this audience to give you the privilege of being accepted into our fold. But clearly, you are not the cherubim I was led to believe.”

If I’m guilty of misleading your people, what does that make you? He wondered. You clearly led them here to get close to the Temple, not to watch this paper cult flourish. What is it you want with the Jedi? What are you plotting?

But he said nothing. He bowed and returned to the funeral, returning his mask back into position. The crowd had thinned, but Ranna was among the ones that remained. Vajra took his place beside her and solemnly watched the pyres burn.

#star wars #swtor #the old republic #fanfiction #jedi knight #hero of tython

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marianicotratinyworks · 2 years ago

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Buongiorno a Tutti Oggi inizia una nuova avventura come Dt sul blog Worldwide Crafters and Colorist Challenge Grazie per avermi scelta spero di essere all'altezza del compito. Sul mio blog troverete tutte le infomazioni riguardo alla sfida e ai prodotti ustati per la realizzazione del progetto . http://tinyworks81.blogspot.com/2023/01/card-leslie-and-puppy-world-wide-open.html #WorldwideCraftersandColoristChallenge #rubberstamp #coloring #ohuhu #cardmaking #crafting #paper #project #dies #handmadecards #blog #challenge #instagood #instagram #instadaily #cardmakingideas #cardmakingitalia #cardmakinghobby #papercraft #copicmarkers #bigshot (presso Lombardia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CosX2J_NFsS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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jokertrap-ran · 4 years ago

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(未定事件簿) EVENT!「午夜华章」 [Tears of Themis] EVENT: Symphony of the Night Translations (Chapter 6-04: Abyss)

*Tears of Themis Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *The tracking tag for ALL Event Stories will go under: #Tears of an Event *(y/n) is your name when in direct referral; otherwise referred to as MC.

Location: Abyss

MC: Lu Jinghe… shouldn't you...relax that terse expression of yours...a little…?

I worriedly looked at his tense side-profile before me.

Lu Jinghe: Shush, you. Didn't Mo Yi tell you the last time that there were assassins present here?

MC: But I feel like you'll only be attracting more attention if you come in looking this nervous...

Hearing what I said, Lu Jinghe gave a hapless shake of his head, breathing out a sigh.

Lu Jinghe: I wouldn't be this nervous about it if I had come here alone, but now…

Lu Jinghe: I'll be shepherding you out immediately upon the slightest bit of discrepancy in this place later.

MC: Okay… But I'm sure it'll be fine as long as we don't attract too much attention to ourselves…

Just as I had finished speaking, a commotion at the bar caught our notice.

Several foreign-looking men decked out in shades and matching suits exchanged a couple of words with the boss of the place before immediately getting up from their seats and walking straight towards the entrance.

MC: !!!

Lu Jinghe: …...

Lu Jinghe immediately stretched his hand out to fend me by shielding me behind him. However, said foreigners didn't even spare a single glance our way, walking right out of the bar.

MC: Looks like we were way too nervous for nothing...

Lu Jinghe: Hang on...

His eyes fell upon the bar that the foreigners had just vacated.

Lu Jinghe: Let's go over and see.

Not understanding his intentions in doing so, I followed him to the bar and saw water marks left behind on the bar counter.

Barkeeper: Another youngster who wishes to poke his nose into places where it doesn't belong?

He carefully looked at Lu Jinghe's face, raising an eyebrow in response.

Barkeeper: ...And what do you know, it's a bigshot himself. Never-mind, do as you please.

The barkeeper turned and left. We exchanged a look before lowering our heads to scrutinize the bar counter.

Lu Jinghe: These water stains look like some kind of symbols...

MC: Lu Jinghe, those people earlier were definitely the assassins, right…?

Lu Jinghe: Yes. The fact that they left this here means that this must be some sort of information that'd be useful to them.

Information that would be useful to them…

Which means that these water marks that they left behind are a special form of communication between them?

☆⋅⋆…⋅─────────── ⋆⋅✾⋅⋆ ───────────⋅…⋆⋅☆

What else could they mean?

▷ Choice: Words

MC: Could these be words from the language of their own country? Since they are foreigners and all...

Lu Jinghe: When assassins accept a job, the exchanged information will definitely be encrypted in one way or another, so foreign languages are definitely off the counter.

MC: Is that so…

▷ Choice: Secret code

MC: It must be some sort of secret code that assassins use, like some kind of special code and the like.

Lu Jinghe: I think that the possibility of that being the case would be higher.

Lu Jinghe: Wait a bit, I’ll snap a pic and let the professionals have a look at it.

He took the chance to snap a picture while no one was looking before dragging me off into a corner.

Ten minutes later, Xia Yan replied.

Lu Jinghe: I knew it… This really is a secret code used only between assassins.

MC: What does it say?

Lu Jinghe: ……

Lu Jinghe: Well, I suppose I should just tell you. These symbols mean that the assassination target’s situation is still currently being confirmed.

Lu Jinghe: The assassins are specially being called to Stellis City for this job, so I’m sure we all know who the intended target is.

MC: !!!

Just then, another message flashed across the screen of his phone.

Lu Jinghe: ...Geez, it’s obviously safe with me around to protect you.

MC: Huh? Did you just say something?

Lu Jinghe: Xia Yan says that since it’s now confirmed that there are assassins present in this place, he should replace me to guard you next time.

Lu Jinghe: Let’s just see how it goes next time. You can choose whoever you want to accompany you here since it’s an easily accessible place for all of us, anyway.

Lu Jinghe: But now that we know; we must make the best of our time and act fast.

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Previous Part: (Chapter 6-03: PAX’s Big Data Lab) | Next Part: (Chapter 7-01: Abyss)

#Tears of Themis #Translations #Otome #Mihoyo #未定事件簿 #陆景和 #Lu Jinghe #午夜华章 #Symphony of the Night #Tears of an Event

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mostlysignssomeportents · 5 years ago

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Behind the velvet rope hierarchies of NYC restaurant reservations

Not surprisingly, getting a reservation at the hottest Manhattan restaurants is easier if you're rich, famous, an influencer, a media bigshot, or all of those things. But even within the realm of restaurant reservation phone lines, there is a hierarchy of velvet ropes. According to former reservationist Foster Kamer, at his job the people calling were placed into one of the following four groups. There is also the PAB (Punk-ass bitch) group that included individuals known in the restaurant scene to be rude, bad tippers, or always late for their reservation. From Gossamer:

https://boingboing.net/2020/01/09/behind-the-velvet-rope-hierarc.html

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hollowfaith · 1 year ago

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「✧」 How...authoritative of him. But it didn't quite reach the level of challenge, so Aurelius let it pass, content to keep the peace.

"Indeed, I've been forced to swallow more lessons from them than I'd rightly stomach on a sane day."

"Considering your confidence on the subject, I defer to your judgment on the matter."

Besides, the main goal was to catch their rogue little beasts. Although he had no interest in teamwork for such a trifling task, the angel was open to companionship—and it'd be less hassle to travel together where he couldn't confuse footsteps with the flutter of Ardere's wings.

"So your creature is feathered as well? I see." From his pockets, Aurelius pulled out a small, straight feather and waved it in his hand. "I had picked this up thinking it came from mine, but the size was smaller than I remembered. I suppose it's for you, then."

Like an olive branch, he offered the item as a sign of goodwill. Nothing about the stranger's simple way of dressing suggested any threat, but the aura of absolution around him was hard to miss. Why tip the scales away from you when you could win its favor instead?

"It was from somewhere northwest of here. You wouldn't have happened to see a winged eyeball during your travels, would you?"

Completing a maze seemed like one of the simpler tasks given out by the Stars for their newest game. Simple and not outwardly demeaning like whatever the challenge in Sunset Circuit was supposed to be. He couldn't have anticipated how uncomfortable the "clues" would make him. These days even what he might have considered a success in the past is almost certainly a failure and now he has more failures than successes. Though, the scales are slowly shifting.

Lost in his own thoughts, he doesn't pay much mind to how much noise he's making or any noises other than the occasional chirps from his Spiramonster somewhere further into the maze. Not that paying attention would have eased him into what he would see when rounding the next corner.

A man, well-dressed in comparison to Knives' more casual hoodie and white jeans and sneakers. Combined with the air of superiority, it's almost immediately grating. And, no, Knives won't be examining why or how it might relate to his own personality.

"You must be new, if you think the Stars abide by anything other than what will amuse them most," Knives returns, clasping his hands behind his back. "I don't suppose you've seen a small feathery thing about the size of chicken, have you?"

#plantfell #plantfell 𓆩⟡𓆪 01 #yea they finally meet...!#always kinda tense when it's a tale of two bigshots haha...

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prinxietys · 6 years ago

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Liar Liar

I told y’all I’d do it!!!! And I did! The first chapter to my new fic is out on ao3! This is more a slice of life set in a soulmate au

Here’s a link to the story!

Liar Liar

Chapter 1

Warnings: Alcohol, piercings, uhh, I don’t think much else atm (both very brief and not huge plot points)

Summary: It's easy to lie to people. Virgil knows this. He's lied his whole life.It's hard to lie, But Patton might as well be the master of it by this point.It's an art to lie, an easy facade that Roman knows all too well.There's no point in lying, it is the biggest waste of Logan's time.What a lie.

Pairings: Eventual Lamp

Virgil stared out the bus window, watching the neighborhoods pass him by in a blur.

"House," He whispered.

"Tree."

"Mailbox."

"Truck."

He liked this game, it helped the time pass. Especially since his phone had died this morning (A misplaced charger was the culprit).

The bus came to a slow stop, one person got off, three got on.

The bus started back into motion.

"Telephone pole."

"Tree."

"Tricycle!"

Virgil's mouth snapped shut and he turned to the man standing behind him, smiling widely.

"I love this game! Christopher Robin was a great movie!"

"... Yeah."

He glanced down at his phone in a desperate prayer that suddenly the battery would fill and he could bury his nose in it to avoid this oncoming conversation.

"My names, Patton!" The man held out his hand, but Virgil sheepishly held up his hand.

"Sorry, I don't... um," He glanced down at the others hand,and Patton immediately understood.

"Oh, no problem! Everyone wants their whole soulmate thing to be an adventure after all!" He took the empty seat beside Virgil as the bus went over a particularly bad pothole,and his body collided with Virgil's side.

"Shoot, sorry," He quickly apologized while pulling away, " I totally didn't do that on purpose I swear, i wouldn't have purposefully bumped you, I know you just said you don't like contact-"

"It's okay," Virgil cut in, trying to keep his voice calm, " like you said, it was an accident."

Patton looked sheepish then smiled wide at the other.

And just like that, the conversation was over. The two spent the rest of the ride in silence, and when Virgil's stop came, he said a quick "Bye" and left without looking back.

He checked his wrist.

10:55.

He hiked his bag up on his shoulder and sprinted as fast as he could down the block to work before his boss began to sacrifice his soul for a new employee.

"11:01."

"Not technically late," Virgil grinned.

"Cheek. You better go get your station ready, you got a pretty decent schedule today," His manager ruffled his hair, and he huffed with indignation, he was taller then them, come on!

He went to his station, bobbing his head along to the P!aTD playing over the speakers. He flicked on the lights in his office, and grinned as he blasted his own speakers, the next pirate metal on his playlist.

He looked over his next client, coming in for an industrial in his right ear.

A knock at his door drew his attention from where he was sketching his next tattoo design while he was waiting.

“You’re client is here.”

“Thanks.” He snapped it shut and pulled on gloves before going out to meet his client.

“Hey there,” He said in greeting, holding out his hand, “Names Virgil.”

The man took his hand and shook it once. Formally.

“Logan, pleased to meet you.”

“Formal for a punk,” Virgil said as he looked over the mans information.

“Mellow for a metalhead,” He threw back.

“Eh, just like the music. Wouldn’t say I’m hardcore.”

“Well, neither would I, then I suppose. I like the aesthetic. The freedom and transformation. Plus, my students will find another ear piercing amusing to no end.”

“Come this way and we can get started Mr. Teacher.” Virgil motioned to his work room, where he turned the music off so whatever latest alternative song played quietly in the background.

“Okay, go ahead and take a seat and lean back,” He motioned to the chair in the center of the room, which the other made himself comfortable on.

Virgil washed his hands before turning back to the other and pulled on a brand new pair of rubber gloves.

“So, first I’m going to clean the area surrounding where the piercing is gonna go,a dn then I’m gonna use a marker to mark where the piercing will be, and you can take a look and tell me what you think.”

“Sounds well enough.”

Virgil did as he said and handed a hand mirror to the other.

“How does that look? Won’t get in the way of your other piercings, though during the healing process I do recommend you stick with this rook you have in now and do not change it out until this new one heals. You will run the chance of irritating and infecting this industrial because of the close placement.”

Logan nodded agreement, and Virgil continued.

“Alright, in that case, let’s get this ball rolling.”

It was silent for a minute, before cold metal was set to Logan’s ear and Virgil was speaking.

“Alright you might feel a bit of a pinch, but that’s just the clasp since we’re using a needle instead of a piercing gun. Okay we’re almost read-” before he finsihed talking he did the first hole and smirked as the others fingers tensed ever so slightly.

“‘Startle ya?”

“Did I startle you?” The other corrected, seemingly out of instinct.

“Punk.”

He saw a smirk quirk the others lips.

“Alright, I’m gonna get the bar ready to go through as I pierce the second. Should I count this time?”

“If you insist upon it.”

“Alright, on the count of five. One-” And with that, he got the needle through the other side and was twisting the ball on the end of the earring.

“There we go, all done.”

Virgil laid his toolson his sterile tray and removed his gloves before picking up the mirror again, passing it off to Logan, who took it, accidentally bumping his hand against the others.

“Apologies,” He said quickly, “I too prefer to refrain from physical contact with others.”

“Eh, it’s no problem. Happens all the time.”

Logan was admiring his ear, it was red and very slightly swelling, but nothing bad.

“Alright-” Virgil went through the process of cleaning it with the other, showing a demonstration with his own barbell.

“And did you want a check up text or call in 30 days?”

“Yes, a text would do just well.”

“Alright, then we are all set. Here’s my business card if you have any questions or wish to make any appointments in the future.”

“Thank you very much for your time, Virgil.”

“Here we are, one raspberry cosmopolitan for Mr. Bigshot over here.”

Virgil blushed under the stare of the bartender, reaching out for the drink set in front of him.

“Ah, yeah…”

“So, what’re you doing here tonight? Tryna drink the week away?” The bartender winked.

Virgil felt an awkward cloud fall over his mind. Which always seemed to happen around the hot bartender.

“Uh, drink, yeah. Right.” As if to prove his point, he began draining his glass.

“Wow, you sure have a tolerance,” The bartender through his head back and laughed.

“Heeeeey, Roman!”

A man at the other end of the bar waved his hand and Roman winked at Virgil before turning and throwing his arms out in open greeting to the other patron. Virgil watched as the two began to throw playful flirting back and forth.

Though, part of Virgil wondered if maybe it wasn’t playful. Maybe that was serious flirting.

What would I know? He thought sourly. I can’t flirt to save my life.

Though, I don’t know if I’d want to. That would most likely bring more problems then not.

“Hey, earth to Mr. Brightside!”

He snapped out of his thoughts.

“I thought you were off helping someone else?” Virgil remarked.

“And I did, but I wanted to help you out a little more,” The other remarked, a glint of mischief in his dark eyes.

“Uh, I’m good, thanks…”

Flirting. He’s flirting.

Fuck, how do I tell him he’s handsome but I’m not interested? Will that offend him?

“I don’t know how to tell you honey, but you’re sucking down air there,” The other pointed to his glass, and Virgil looked down and felt his face begin to burn in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry suga’ I got you,” The bartender winked as he took the others glass.

“Oh, um, I don’t really drink that much…. One’s enough for me.”

“Oh,” The other pouted, “Does that mean I’m dismissed for now?”

“Uh.”

Okay, this was too much flirting, playful or otherwise, for Virgil to process.

“Um, I-”

Roman smiled. Not smirked, but smiled and reached his hand out to take Virgil’s, slipping a piece of paper into his own grasp, and not seeming to mind Virgil’s sudden reflexive jerk backwards. A Lot of people probably came and went like him all the time.

“Well, if you ever wanna bask in my radiance again, just gimme a call.”

With that, roman turned and headed back to help his coworkers, and the other patrons.

Virgil sat at his desk, water colors staining both his paper and hands, eyes bloodshot and drooping, when he felt a soft, trickle, like water, running down the back of his hand.

Assuming it to be paint, he rubbed his hand off on a towel, and paid it no mind.

Two hours later though, as he washed the paint off in the shower, he felt the trickle again. Cold compared to the steam of the shower, and not running off his hand but across it.

He looked down,blinking the dripping water from his lashes so his vision stopped blurring, and his heart stopped.

Is someone there?

It was written in red pen. In small, neat print.

Then below it, another line.

Sorry, if I scared you

He quickly sat on the floor of the tub, not wanting to slip and fall in his sudden dazed state.

It was them.

It was Virgil’s soulmate.

#polyam sanders #lamp sanders #sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #anxiety sanders #morality sanders #logic sanders #creativity sanders #fanfic

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simplyserens · 5 years ago

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yeethaw and howdy once again partners, it’s me your extremely annoying friend sierra, back at it again bringing her usual garbage characters. anyways if you’ve been here for a bit you’ll remember saturn, my infamous gossip spreader, she’s back! but with a new fc and a new name, so buckle in. new york just got a whole lot messier.

╰☆╮SCARLETT LEITHOLD ─ SEREN KLINE identifies as DEMI-FEMALE and uses SHE/HER & THEY/THEM pronouns. they’re a GOSSIP COLUMNIST/SINGER, and they’re only TWENTY-TWO! they’re said to be SOCIABLE, but also MANIPULATIVE. i guess that’s why they’re known as THE GOSSIP in the tabloids. ( sierra, she/her, cst, 18+ ) ( marina )

the polymath & the contingent — aka her early years [ 0 to 12. musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ]

seren arian kline was born to two parents, who were running away from their past, and who had no idea what they were going to do with a child at their age, both of them being 20 & 21, respectively.

fun fact! seren’s name translates roughly to ‘silver star’ in english

her mother amelia was a daycare assistant, and her father found wok in the tech industry, together their small little family of three tried the very best to handle whatever life threw at them together

they gave seren the best life that could possibly afford, not having much but the roof over their heads, and barely making enough to say that they were living paycheck to paycheck

at an early age seren proved to be exceptionally smart, not smart enough to be some crazy child genius or anything like that, but she was smart enough that her parents knew they needed to get her the proper education that she deserved, if only they could afford it

seren spent most of her adolescent being the kid that was teased on the playground for reading a book instead of playing soccer, but instead of telling her parents, she’d repress it deep down inside

seren’s bullying eventually lead to her insatiable need to be liked by everyone, no matter who it was, a teacher, a principal, a fellow student, she craved the validation, nay she needed the validation that came with being liked by other people

her parents began busying themselves with work and lost the special connection they once held with their daughter, their schedules never crossed paths, and soon seren would end up feeling more alone than before

at the young age of 12 seren kline tried to take her own life in her childhood bedroom, thankfully her parents quickly rushed to her aide, and she was being treated in a hospital before she knew it

after spending time with the therapist that seren never knew that she needed she was diagnosed with severe depression, quickly put on medication, and told not to try to throw herself back into her school work, except that’s exactly what she did, throwing herself back into her work like she’d never done before

she thought that this endless cycle would go on for the rest of her life, until one day her father came home with news that would change seren’s life forever

the opulent & the sovereign — aka her teen years [ 13 to 18. musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ]

her father had landed a new job far away from Wales, and they’d be moving to America, Pennsylvania to be exact

seren was more than ecstatic to get this news, not only did a higher pay increase for her dad mean a nicer lifestyle, it also meant a higher status for her & her family

seren’s mom quickly took the opportunity to find a new job in teaching, and managed to get seren into a very prestigious private school in pennsylvania

it impressed seren’s mother because their mission statement involved churning out well-rounded pupils and a focus on college readiness, it excited seren because she knew she’d finally be with the in crowd

the minute that her bran new louboutin stilettos crossed the pavement she became the new queen b, much to everyone’s dismay

she immediately developed a superiority complex over her peers, showing off her riches whenever she got the chance, constantly reminding them she was better, and despite her behavior she had herd of girls that wanted to be like her, and even more guys that wanted to date her

but despite leading multiple guys on, and then proceeding to do the same thing in secret to some of female peers, she was never fixated on a relationship, all she ever wanted was success

though her life was about change for a second time on the days leading up to her seventeenth birthday, her parents announced to her that they were getting a divorce, that there relationship wasn’t working out anymore, for trauma's sake seren moved in with her mom, and her father was given visitation rights

her mother ans seren moved to new york, she was no dating some bigshot music producer that she’d met during one of her dad’s many business events

seren was a singer, but mainly kept it hidden from her parents, so the day, aka her seventeenth birthday, she accidentally slipped up and sang in front of her mom’s new boyfriend, he signed her to a music contract, or more her mother signed for her

tthe vindictive & the gossip — aka her current years [ 19 to now. musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ]

her parents became overbearing in trying to control her image and the music that she wrote, so she became very good at lying, and so most of seren’s freetime was spent with her dad in pennsylvania

to try and escape her parents overbearing nature seren applied to nyu university, and to everyone’s surprise, including her one, she was accepted on a full ride scholarship for journalism

in hopes that she finally was beginning to focus on her studies, seren’s parents allowed her to take an extended hiatus from her music career that was just beginning to flourish

seren didn’t do the best in college, like she wasn’t the worst, but she was definitely called into the guidance counselor's office more time than she can count

seren usually used manipulation tactics to get what she wanted during college, heck at one point she even had her roommate wrapped around her finger, and for a majority of her college life she had everyone believe in things she wasn’t even sure were true, but rumors from a pretty face are a powerful thing

seren ended up sleeping with her journalism professor, which basically gave her free reign to do whatever she wanted during class, and soon enough despite everything she thought would happen, she graduated with a degree in journalism

immediately seren was thrown back into her music, and she released her second album at nineteen

though perhaps the more debatable thing that really kickstarted her career is a thirst trap picture that was reposted on chance’s instagram with the caption ‘who is this’, she gained followers overnight

though seren knew that she wanted more to life than just music, and instagram clout, so she began a gossip blog, she goes under the pen name saturn, but lately it’s been harder to keep the secret from everyone

her gossip blog is the one place where she’s truly herself, spreading rumors being vindictive, and just overall ruining things for people she’s supposedly cares about

though reading her articles and meeting her in person is two completely different things, she will quite literally smile in your face as she twists a knife in your back, and you’ll never suspect a thing

#intro #i don't think there's any tw warnings?#literally nothing traumatic happened to seren she's just a bitch #but stay safe kids & let me know if i missed anything #aLSO this is long but what else is new

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hollowfaith · 23 days ago

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bigshot: 2:23 AND HE WENT UP FROM THENCE UNTO BETHEL: AND AS HE WAS GOING UP BY THE WAY, THERE CAME FORTH LITTLE CHILDREN OUT OF THE CITY, AND MOCKED HIM, AND SAID UNTO HIM, GO UP, THOU BALD HEAD; GO UP, THOU BALD HEAD. 2:24 AND HE TURNED BACK, AND LOOKED ON THEM, AND CURSED THEM IN THE NAME OF THE LORD. AND THERE CAME FORTH TWO SHE BEARS OUT OF THE WOOD, AND TARE FORTY AND TWO CHILDREN OF THEM.

Truly gripping narrative...!

[txt] What next?

Spamton pls he hasn't read [this world's] Bible

#bigshot #!!!#bigshot 𓆩⟡𓆪 01

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unholyhelbiglinked · 6 years ago

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Dead Ivy | Chapter Three

CHECK IT OUT FROM THE START | AO3 LINK

The house never looked that big before, it was a small two bedroom that was enough for Jason and his wife. He had repainted the gray finish into a pearly white that matched the picket fence. He had replaced the grass and drew little designs on the mailbox to make it look more like home- but now the grass was rotting to a deep brown, and the mailbox’s flag creaked as sticky wind hissed past.

Beca knew she should have grabbed the keys before she got out of her fathers’ truck.

That would have saved her from digging in her messenger bag. There were a lot of papers from the funeral in there, different documents and legal stuff that she would usually pay people to do that for her- which, of course, left a sour taste in her mouth. She hated people like that, but she hated not reading the fine print even more.

They had given her Jason’s things in a plastic bag that reminded her of prison. Beca just remembered staring at the doctor, dry-mouthed and silent against the buzzing fluorescent lights. How could her brother not survive but the set of keys in the ignition were salvaged? It left a thick feeling in her veins.

There was a CD that wasn’t labeled, something they had pulled from the wreckage. A couple of receipts and a picture of his ex-wife that he had, still clipped to the visor. Her father refused to take any of it, so she shoved everything except for the keys into the bottom compartment of her dresser. Of course, now, she couldn’t’ find them.

“Whatever you’re selling, he doesn’t want it.”

The voice startled her into gasping. If she was holding keys, Beca would let them fall to the ground. She had placed the cleaning supplies down by the front door and turned slightly within the bounds of the picket fence. A woman, probably three times her age, was leaning with her garden sheers, way too close to the barrier. She had on a large floppy hat the shaded her ghostly eyes and her pants were coated in grass stains.

“I’m sorry?”

“The young man that lives there, he doesn’t want what you’re selling. We have a strict policy against solicitors, and you can see that there is no car other than yours in the driveway.”

Beca blinked a few times at the woman. She didn’t’ think people like this actually existed. When she was growing up her father would get letters in the mail from the HOA talking about how they needed to trim their hedges or repaint their shutters or else they would get fined for tainting the neighborhood. She never understood people who looked out for that type of thing, but one was standing right in front of her, mouth pressed into a hard line.

“I’m not selling anything.” Beca felt the need to defend herself to this small-town southern belle of the ’50s. “I’m looking for the key.”

She went back to pawing around her back, shoving aside a half-eaten granola bar that was at the bottom. It left crumbs over everything and made it smell like peanut butter, but she supposed there were worse things.

“This place has been vacant for a week now.”

“He’s dead.”

Beca paused in her own movements. She hadn’t said it out loud. She had mulled over it again and again. Her older brother, the kid who used to pick on her about her hair, and her grades, and the fact that she couldn’t pass her driving test on the first try was dead. She had been preoccupied. Busy with arranging his service and keeping up house for the rest of the town. She finally found the key and looked up at the woman, who was quiet for what seemed like the first time in her life.

“He was so young. That’s tragic.”

“It is,” Beca let out a deep sigh and turned the key in the lock. She nodded briskly at the woman before pushing her way into the stifling heat of the house. She was hit with an instant scent of rotted food and stagnant water. The electric had been cut. It left her with the dusty darkness of a bachelor pad.

The house groaned in her presence and she drew in a cloying breath, pressing her back against the door. There were envelopes on the floor, scattered against the hardwood after being shoved through the mail slot. An instant brine of sweat began to adhere her clothes to her skin. Her brother's house looked normal.

Jason’s coat was still hanging on the hook by the front door. There were movies lining the shelves next to a vacant television. A throw moved against the back of the sofa and another picture of his wife was situated by the end table. Beca never understood why he left that there. But then again, she had never been over here to turn the smiling face to the mahogany that it rested on.

She let her boots echo against the flooring as she wondered through everything. There were two bedrooms, one converted into an office, the other had an unmade bed. The dining room was void of a table instead a worn Steinway piano was in its place. She ran her fingers over dusty cover but decided against listening to the notes.

They were both forced to take piano lessons as a kid. Jason wanted to go out for the basketball team instead, and he eventually did. But for three long years in middle school, they both sat with their backs straight and fingers hovering over alternating keys. Beca supposed she did have her father to thank for her affinity in music. Her understanding was owed to Miss Beale.

Beca walked over the fridge and frowned. That same rotted scent of decaying vegetation coated her lungs and she knew she would have to peel open a trash bag and get rid of the food first. It should have been done days ago- all of this had. Instead, she stared at the fridge.

There were letter magnets that were blocky and in primary colors. There didn’t seem to be any combinations that could be read, but they did hold up different poloids. Easter, 07’. Key West, 04’. Honeymoon, ll’. The one that stood out to her was Christmas of 01. Jason was behind Beca, his cheesy smile matching the onesies they both wore in front of a tree too covered in tinsel to ever be considered pine. She leaned into him and they both grinned like they were instructed to.

Beca jumped when her phone buzzed in her back pocket.

She gulped back the rancid air and blinked away whatever moisture formed in her eyes before frantically fishing her phone out of her back pocket. She didn’t recognize the number, but she welcomed the distraction. “Mitchell.”

“It’s Stacie, I’m so glad I had the right number.” Beca didn’t ask her why, or how, she had gotten it before Stacie spoke again. “Listen, I was serious about getting together. You busy?”

Beca glanced around and brought her fingers up to her collarbone. She instinctively scratched at where a necklace had once been. A nervous habit, she supposed. “No, not at all. What did you have in mind?”

Beca Mitchell ended up at the Snake Eye, the very place she didn’t want to find herself in while staying in the sleepy little town. The music was too loud, and there was an undeniable thickness to the air that culminated in half-rate nachos and open mic nights. High school Beca would have loved this place- hell, college graduate Beca would have loved it too.

“I got you a beer!” Stacie called over the music, shoving a cold amber bottle into Beca’s hand. “I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s perfect, thanks!”

Beca would have taken rubbing alcohol at this point. Anything that would drown out, or at least dull, the sound of the pulsing music. Every seat was taken at the bar, and the few tables that the place had were occupied. Some college girl was mumbling her way through Bohemian Rhapsody, probably on a dare from her friends sitting a few booths down.

Stacie pulled Beca into a vacant corner of the bar. It was oddly quieter on the plush leather seats. She set her beer down on the table and tried to distract herself by reading whatever was on the menu. It was tailgating food and all of it was a greasy mess, yet, Beca found herself craving jalapeno poppers.

“Sorry, this is such short notice. All my residents ended up coming down with the same flu that they were treating last week.” Stacie took a long gulp of her fruity drink. “I feel bad, but I’ve got the night off, and you probably need an escape.”

“I do, yeah, though, I refuse to get up on that stage.”

“What? The singing bug finally left your bones?”

Beca snorted and shook her head. She wasn’t much of a singer, to begin with, sure, she had a voice. Almost everyone from her childhood did. She remembered the after-school jazz band and the concerts that the school would put on. “I’m more a behind the scenes type of girl.”

“Right, right. Bigshot producer now, I bet a few of your songs are in that book up there.”

Her cheeks heated at that, but she knew the doctor meant well. She was sure there were a few that she had helped produce. Big pop songs that let her top the charts without giving her the fame. Of course, she still found herself pulling her baseball cap down, or looking away from whatever cameras had spotted her. Not here, though. No one knew this place existed.

“That’s pretty cool, Mitchell. Getting out of this place and making a name for yourself.”

“Please, you are literally a doctor. You save lives daily.” Beca took a swig of her own beer, letting the sour liquid sooth her nerves a bit. “That’s dope, dude.”

“Not always. I pull more marbles out of asses than I do bullets.”

Beca frowned at the statement, scrunching up her nose before the two of them burst into laughter. If felt like it used to: she could remember sitting in the refinished garage that Stacie had converted into somewhat of a man cave. There was a fold out couch, and the hum of the dryer would lull them into placid conversation. Stacie stole a beer from her father, and they drank it in there. Two years later she produced a sloppily rolled blunt, and they smoked it there, all while making crass jokes and cracking up. It felt normal.

They both let out an involuntary groan as the first three notes of a Toni Braxton song filled the bar. Beca pressed her forehead against the table and Stacie shifted in the booth to get a good look at whoever had chosen a ballad like Unbreak My Heart.

“No fucking way,” Stacie mumbled, setting her sloshing drink down. “Mitchell, you wouldn’t believe…”

Though, when the first ballad started, Beca did believe. She had heard that voice a million times and had more than enough nights where she fought to forget it. Right now, it was shockingly crushing one of the hardest songs humanly possible to sing- though she had no doubt.

Chloe Beale. Restaurant owner. Single mother- and oh god, wearing really tight jeans.

There weren’t many lights that illuminated the half-baked stage in the karaoke bar. But that didn’t’ seem to matter. A mix of blue and white shaded Chloe while the whole place seemed captivated by the words of a heartfelt breakup song. Ouch.

“She’s crushing it.”

“Mm,” Beca could only hum in agreement as she traced Chloe’s body. Of course, a deep acid still burned against her veins from their curt interaction earlier that morning. She looked so different- so freeing with the mic in her hand and all eyes on her. “I think I need some air.”

Before Stacie could interject Beca pushed herself away from the booth and walked through the crowd that had all turned to face the stage. She didn’t blame them. Her whole body was on fire, like the atoms that made up her God complex were struggling to pull her back. She didn’t know if the hot Georgia air was doing her any favors, but it muted the song.

She let out a dull sigh and pressed her body close to the brick, closing her eyes. She could hear the crickets mix with the low croaks of bullfrogs. She used to find it odd when both were quiet. When she could only hear her breath- but she was used to LA traffic, a different type of loud and never that unsettling silence.

The music picked up again when the door opened and closed. A couple that was sure to move on to their next destination for the night. Stacie coming out to check on her. A bartender coming out for a smoke while they sat on an old plastic carton.

Beca let her eyes shoot open once more when the warmth of another cut through her focus. She steadied herself, hands grasping at her arms. Familiar. “Oh my god, I am so sorry, I-“Chloe Beale wasn’t alone, her breath scarce. She was still riding the high of the stage. “Beca.”

The girl that was with her was tall, towering with those brown doe eyes that could melt the sharpest hearts encased in ice. She wore a floral sundress, loud colors that somehow worked on her lanky frame. A leather coat was against her shoulders to counter the cold of the bar.

“Twice in one day, wow.” She said.

Beca scanned the stranger up and down, not taking her eyes off of her. She was pretty. Very pretty. “It’s a small town- I don’t think we’ve met.”

“Oh, we haven’t.” She said, chipper as ever. “My names Emily. And you’re Beca, Chloe has told me all about you.”

She raised her eyebrows, giving a slight tilt of the head towards Chloe. Her cheeks were red and Beca couldn’t’ tell if that had changed from before this topic of conversation was brought up. She hated the heat that licked at her own throat- she had no right, none whatsoever, to feel that surge of jealousy towards this tall stranger. They had forgotten each other. Forgotten the way they felt against each other. Forgotten how they loved, and how they hated. How they hurt.

“You did very well up there, Chloe.” Beca finally conceded. “Just like old times.”

“Sure,” Chloe’s eyes were hard, that signature blue not shining as it had before. Was it anger? Was it betrayal? Was it both? Beca couldn’t tell before Chloe looped her arm around Emily’s middle and lilted her head. “We have to be going. Have a good night, Beca.”

They walked past and Beca pretended not to get overwhelmed by the vanilla scent that both girls carried. Instead, she simply mumbled dejectedly. “You too, Chloe.”

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CLAUS BACHOR

Brief bio of a DJ: PSYCHO THRILL Cologne-founder CLAUS BACHOR is one of the German long-term House and Techno DJs at all, and as friends in Detroit say "he's been doing this as long as anybody else that we know! His sets can range from classic Disco & old school House classics all the way to the darkest, bangin' techno that you've ever heard!" However, he's not standing still yet: The Psycho Thrill club and vinyl label run by him has just turned 27 and Bachor is still doing bookings all over Europe, the United States and beyond. Keep reeding more via Soundcloud Bio RAVE CLUB COLOGNE: In the course of history, clubs have been emerging and disappearing in European metro areas like the tides. Yet, some of Cologne’s night life strongholds such as LOVERS CLUB/DISCO INFERNO, PIMPERNEL, COCONUT, LE BATEAU or MOROCO have managed to leave stable marks in terms of quality standards regarding Funk, Disco, Electro, Hi-NRG, Proto-House and club hedonism/escapism within the steady quicksand of Cologne’s club history via their protagonists JOE (Coconut 1976-81), CAROL MARTIN (Moroco since 1981) and KLAUS STOCKHAUSEN (Coconut 1981-83 / then FRONT Hamburg), as well as through club icons like the well-known keeper BOGDAN since the mid 70s, and quite a few of the present clubbing generations still feel a lot of admiration for them. As these were slowly absorbed by mainstream’s vortex with new club venues like PICCIONAIA and NEUSCHWANSTEIN in the mid 80s, new alternative quality guardians of pure Soul/Northern Soul and Funk such as SOULFUL SHACK appeared on the scene, one who was tightly connected to the former Cologne SPEX desk, whose editorial core of authors like GERALD HÜNDGEN, OLAF KARNIK, LOTHAR GORRIS, DIRK SCHEURING and RALF NIEMCZYK, as well as the fellow DJs MICHAEL REINBOTH [later Compost, Munich] and MARKUS JÄHNING, set the initiative towards a clearly perceptible program club for the Soulful Shack topic and Hip Hop/House at the beginning of 1988. Keep reeding more via RAVE CLUB 1988/89

without the past … there’s no phuture … these alltime RAVE CLUB COLOGNE essentials in alphabetical order only

01 4-PLAY: Nastyness _ Mona Mixx [ A1-Track from Bigshot Records US 128035 US 12” | 1988 ] 02 A GUY CALLED GERALD: Blow Your House Down [ B2-Track from “Voodo Ray” RHAM! RS 8804 UK 12” | 1988 ] 03 A GUY CALLED GERALD: FX _ The Elevation Mix [ A-Track from Subscape Records ACGCT 001 UK 12“ | 1989 ] 04 A GUY CALLED GERALD: Voodoo Ray _ The Ricky Rouge Remix [ RHAM! RX8804 / Skysaw Music UK 12” | 1989] 05 ADONIS feat. GARY B.: No Way Back _ Vocal Mix [ Trax 112 US 12” | 1986 ] 06 ADONIS pres. THE ENDLESS POKER'S [FLEX, AMP, PERCY RICHBLOOD]: !Poke! _ Your Turn 2 Work Mix [ D.J. International 909 US 12” | 1986 ] 07 AKASA: One Night In My Life _ It's Time [ B1-Track from WEA Records YZ403T UK Promo-12” | 1989 ] 08 AMBASSADORS OF FUNK [SIMOM HARRIS]: Everybody [ B2-Track from Next Plateau 50100 US 12” | 1989 ] 09 BABY FORD: Oochy Koochy _ Konrad Cadet Mix [ Rhythm King RBFord 001 UK 12” | 1988 ] 10 BAM-BAM: Give It To Me _ Club Mix [ Westbrook 105 US 12” | 1988 ] 11 BAM-BAM: Where's Your Child? [ Westbrook Records 107 US 12” | 1988 ] 12 BEFORE THE STORM: I’ve Got The Music _ Tony Humphries’ Club Mix [ Movin’ Records 001 US 12” | 1987 ] 13 BEN MAYS: X-Rated_ Bam-Bam's Club Mix [ Desire Records WANTX-021 US Promo-12” | 1989 ] 14 BLACK HAVANA pres. SOUND FACTORY: Cuban Gigolo _ Kurtis Mantronik Remix [ B2-Track from Syncopate 1004 UK Promo-12” | 1989 ] 15 BLACK RIOT [TODD TERRY]: A Day In The Life _ Club Mix [ Fourth Floor Records 1089 US 12” | 1988 ] 16 BLAKE BAXTER: Does Not Compute [ B2 from KMS 011 US 12” | 1988 ] 17 BLAKE BAXTER: Get Layed [ A2 from KMS 011 US 12” | 1988 ] 18 BLAKE BAXTER: In This House We Jack [ B2-Track from “Jackmaster Vol.4” Westside Records JACKLP505 / D.J.International Records UK 2x12” | 1989 ] 19 BLAKE BAXTER: Sexuality [ Incognito IR 112688 _ Misspress US 12” | 1988 ] 20 BOU KHAN: Magic _ Magical Mix [ Quark Records 009 US 12” | 1988 ] 21 BRANDON COOKE feat. ROXANNE SHANTE: Sharp As A Knife _ Acid Attack [ Phonogram JABX 073 UK 12” | 1988 ] 22 BURRELL [RHEJI BURRELL & RONALD BURRELl]: Put Your Trust In The Music _ L.A.'s Garage Mix [ Ten Records Ltd. 264 UK Promo-12” | 1989 ] 23 CANDY J: Hurt Me! Hurt Me! _ Dueleme! Dueleme! Mix [ A3-Track from Eecho USA Music 023 US 12“ | 1989 ] 24 CHANELLE: One Man _ Frankie Knuckles' One Mix [ A-Side from Profile Records 7241 US Promo-12” | 1989 ] 25 CHAOS [ANNE & KEVIN SAUNDERSON] feat. SIMIANNE: Definition Of Love _ Underground Techno-Nition Mix [ A1-Track from KMS Records 023 US 12” | 1989 ] 26 CHARLEY CASANOVA & CHEP NUNEZ: Casanova's Revenge _ Chep's Down [ B1 from Invasion 7248 / Profile US 12” | 1989 ] 27 CHILLY T: Work The Wax _ Freestyle Mix [ A2-Track from Dance Mania 024 US 12” | 1989 ] 28 CHUBB ROCK with HOWIE TEE: Ya' Bad Chubbs _ Crib Mix [ Select FMS 62336 US 12” | 1989 ] 29 CYNTHIA MT: I Can't Stop _ Bam Bam' House Mix [ Dance Mania Records 014 US 12” | 1988 ] 30 D.F.X. [C.DONATO]: Relax Your Body [ London Street FTM 31634 / Zig Zag UK 12” | 1989 ] 31 DA REBELS [HULA & K.FINGERS]: It's Time To Jack The House [ B1-Track from Clubhouse Records 103 US 12” | 1989 ] 32 DANCER [SIDNEY WINTERS]: Boom-Boom _ Frankie Knuckles Mix [ B-Side from Trax Records 153 US 12” | 1987 ] 33 DANCER: Number Nine _ Bedroom Mix [ A2 from Trax Records 160 US 12” | 1988 ] 34 DENISE M [DENISE MIDDLETON]: Do You Love Me? _ Acid Down Mix [ B2-Track from D.J. International 983 US 12” | 1989 ] 35 DICE [DYCE & MALKANI]: I Can´t Take It [ Production House 001 / Handle Music UK 12” | 1987 ] 36 DIE WARZAU [JIM MARCUS & VAN CHRISTIE]: Bodybag / Shakedown _ The Ralphie Rosario Remixes [ A3/B3-Tracks from Fiction Records ‎879 099-1 US Promo-12” | 1989 ] 37 DIVA [AELENE COUTEE & VICTOR MITCHEL]: Get Up _ Club Mix [ Express Records 015 US 12” | 1989 ] 38 DOUG LAZY [GENE DOUGLAS FINLEY]: Let It Roll _ Vocal Mix [ A1-Track from Atlantic 86407 US 12” | 1989 ] 39 ECSTASY CLUB: Jesus Loves The Acid _ Acid Chant [ A-Side from Swordfish Records Drop001 UK 12” | 1988 ] 40 EDWARD CROSBY & SINGING DJ: Party Time Remix _ Party Dub [ B2-Track from Get Down Records 101 US 12” | 1989 ] 41 EDWARDS & ARMANI: Sex _ Acid House Mix [ MG Records 66006 / Indisc BEL 12” | 1988 ] 42 EQUATION [RONALD BURRELL]: The Answer _ Frankie Bones Long Division Mix [ A-Side from Nu Groove / Strictly Underground 003 UK Promo-12” | 1989 ] 43 E-ZEE POSSEE: Everything Begins With An “E” _ Original Mix [ More Protein 112 UK WL-12” | 1989 ] 44 FALLOUT [LENNY DEE & TOMMY MUSTO]: The Morning After _ Sunrise Mix [ A-Side from Fourth Floor Rec. 887 US 12” | 1987 ] 45 FANTASY CLUB [BAD BOY BILL & MIKE “HITMAN” WILSON]: Mystery Girls ... Set Me Free _ 4 Track Mix [ B2-Track from International House Records 002 US 12” | 1987 ] 46 FARLEY 'JACKMASTER' FUNK & THE SHY BOYZ: U Ain't Really House _ Really House [ B1-Track from House Records 025 US 12” | 1987 ] 47 FAST EDDIE: Acid Thunder _ Smooth Thunder [ A1-Track from D.J.International Records 961 US 12” | 1988 ] 48 FB3 [THE FUN BOY THREE]: Faith, Hope & Charity _ Dancin' Danny D Remix [ A-Side from Cooltempo Records / Virgin 004 UK Promo-12” | 1989 ] 49 FINAL CUT [ANTHONY SROCK, GREG LUCAS, JEFF MILLS, JOSEPH LAFATA, MAX EDGIN, VAN CHRISTIE]: I Told You Not To Stop [ B3-track from "Deep In 2 The Cut" Full Effect Records FE-0700 US LP | 1989 ] 50 FINAL CUT: The House Has Landed _ This Cut [ B1-Track from Full Effect Records 18560 US 12” | 1988 ] 51 FINGERS INC. feat. ROBERT OWENS: Can You Feel It _ Vocal Version [ A1-Track from Jack Trax 020 UK 12” | 1988 ] 52 FINGERS INC. feat. ROBERT OWENS: Mystery Of Love _ Club Mix [ A1-Track from D.J. International Records 892 US 12” | 1986 ] 53 FORGEMASTERS: Shall We ... [ B-Side from Warp Records 001 / Outer Rhythm UK Promo-12” | 1989 ] 54 FRANKIE “BONES”: We Call It Techno _ House Mix [ A1-Track from Breaking Bones Records 400 US 12” | 1989 ] 55 FRANKIE BONES: And The Break Goes Acid _ Break Boys UK Acid Remix [ A1-Track from "Bonesbraks Vol.2" Underworld Records 135 / Apexton US 12” | 1988 ] 56 FRANKIE KNUCKLES pres. SATOSHI TOMIE: Tears _ Classic Vocal Mix [ ffrr Records 886-665 US 12” | 1989 ] 57 FREAKY D.: It's Just One Of Those Things Mix _ Club Mix [ A1-Track from New Jersey Sounds 07633 US Promo-12” | 1989 ] 58 FRONT 242: Headhunter _ V1.0 [ A-Side from SPV 501393 / Play It Again Sam DE Promo-12” | 1988 ] 59 FRONT 242: Masterhit _ Part 1 Masterblaster [ A-Side from Wax Trax! 036 US 12” | 1987 ] 60 GENE HUNT: Living In A Land [ A-Side from Housetime Records 1015 / Trax US 12” | 1989 ] 61 HOUSE MASTER BALDWIN feat. PARIS GREY: Don’t Lead Me _ Medusa’s House Mix [ Future Sound Records 1002 US 12” | 1987 ] 62 HULA [LAMAR HULA MAHONE]: Hot Hands [ B3-Track from “Acid Tracks Vol.2” Trax 5004 LP US 12” | 1988 ] 63 HUMANOID: Stakker Humanoid _ Mix #1 [ Westside Records 010 UK Promo-12” | 1988 ] 64 INNER CITY feat. PARIS GREY: Big Fun _ Magic Juan Mix [ KMS Records 015 US 12” | 1987 ] 65 INNER CITY: Do You Love What you Feel _ Mike "Hitman" Wilson's Techno Mix [ A2-Track from Virgin Records 96539 / 10 Records US 12” | 1989 ] 66 JACK E MAKOSSA [ARTHUR BAKER]: The Opera House _ African Mix [ B1-Track from Minimal Records 002 / Criminal Rec. US 12” | 1987 ] 67 JAMES “JACK RABBIT”: Let Us Have Love _ Step By Acid [ B2-Track from Housetime Records 1007 / Trax Records US 12” | 1989 ] 67 JEANNETTE “JT” THOMAS: Shake Your Body _ House Shaker Version [ Chicago Connection MB-8610 US 12” | 1987 ] 68 JESSIE JONES pres. LIZ TORRES: No More Mind Games [ A-Side from Jack Tracks JTX-001 US Promo-12” | 1988 ] 69 JOE SMOOTH feat. ANTHONY THOMAS: Promised Land _ Club Mix [ A-Side from D.J. International Records 905 US 12” | 1987 ] 70 JOMANDA: I'll Give It To You _ The Stretch Mix [ B1-Track from Quark Records 005 US 12” | 1987 ] 71 K.ALEXI SHELBY: All For Lee-Sah [ A-Side from Transmat 008 US 12” | 1989 ] 72 K.C.F. PRODUCTIONS: Go Ahead London _ Acid Mix [ B2-Track from G.T.I. DEBU-001 UK Promo-12” | 1989 ] 73 K.C.FLIGHTT: Let's Get 74 Jazzy _ Blaze Dope Dub Mix [ A2-Track from TMT Records 001 US 12” | 1987 ] 75 K-ALEXI SHELBY AND MCD-TA OF THE K.A.POSSE: Dig This _ K.A.After Hours Mix [ A1-Track from Underground 131 / D.J.International Records US 12” | 1989 ] 76 KARIYA: Let Me Love You For Tonight _ House Club Version [ Sleeping Bag UK4T UK 12” | 1988 ] 77 KC FLIGHT: Planet E _ Acid Drop Mix [ B1-Track from Popular / RCA 8897 US 12” | 1989 ] 78 KENNY JAMMIN' JASON with “FAST” EDDIE SMITH: Can U Dance _ Bonus Jack [ D.J. International Records 932 US 12” | 1987 ] 79 KEVIN SAUNDERSON: The Groove That Won’t Stop [ KMS Records 014 US 12” | 1988 ] 80 KEYNOTES [KEVIN SAUNDERSON]: Let's Let's Let's Dance _ Party Mix [ A-Side from Incognito Records 80187 / KMS US 12” | 1987 ] 81 KING SUN [SUN BORN-R]: On The Club Tip [ A-Side from Zakia Records 7254 / Profile Records US 12” | 1989 ] 82 KISS AMC: A Bit Of ... U2 _ Club Mix [ B-Side from Chrysalis 029 / EMI UK 12” | 1989 ] 83 KLANGWERK [PETER ZWEIER, ALEXANDER ABRAHAM & THORSTEN FENSLAU]: Klangwerk _ Warte Bis Es Dunkel Ist [ A-Side from Abfahrt / ZYX Records 6194 DE 12” | 1989 ] 84 L.N.R.: Kream _ Til The Cows Come Home Mix [ A2-Track from House Jam Records 8805 US 12” | 1987 ] 85 LANDLORD feat. DEX DANCLAIR: I Like It _ Cosmic Dub [ B3-Track from Bigshot Records 137 US 12” | 1989 ] 86 LAURENT X: It's Magic _ Hip Clubhouse Mix [ A1-Track from House Nation Records 89064 US 12” | 1989 ] 87 LAURENT X: Machine _ Apocalypse Mix [ A1-Track from House Nation Records 88012 US 12” | 1988 ] 88 LIL' LOUIS & THE WORLD: Why'd You Fall [ B3-Track from Epic AED 1954 US 12” | 1989 ] 89 LIL' LOUIS [MARVIN LOUIS BURNS]: Blackout _ Phase 2 The Night The Club Lights Went Out [ B-Side from FFRR FXR123 UK 12” | 1989 ] 90 LIL' LOUIS: French Kiss [ A1-Track from “... Brings U Music From The Mind Of ...” Diamond LL-001 _ Mispress US 12” | 1989 ] 91 LIL' LOUIS: Jupiter [ A2-Track from “... Brings U Music From The Mind Of ...” Diamond LL-001 _ Mispress US 12” | 1989 ] 92 LIL'LOUIS: The Original Video Crash _ Often Imitated Never Duplicated [ A-Side from Dance Mania Records 011 US 12” | 1989 ] 93 LISA M: Rock To The Beat _ Instrumental [ B2-Track from Jive T201 / Zomba UK 12” | 1989 ] 94 LIZ TORRES: Loca ... You Can Look, But Don't Touch _ Orgasm Mix [ B1-Track from Jive 1299-1 / Zomba US 12” | 1989 ] 95 LIZ TORRES: Pay Back Is A Bitch ... What Goes Around Comes Around _ Club Mix [ A1-Track from Jive 1239-1 / Zomba US 12” | 1989 ] 96 LNR [L.THOMPSON & R.LENOIR]: Work It To The Bone _ The Clubhouse Mix [ House Jam Records 8907 US 12” | 1988 ] 97 LOONEY TUNES [FRANKIE BONES & LENNY DEE]: Another Place, Another Time [ B1-Track from “Looney Tunes” Vol.1 Nu Groove 023 US 12” | 1989 ] 98 M.T.S. [MIKE BUSH]: Spinach Power _ Acid Power [ B1-Track from Housetime Records 1006 US 12” | 1989 ] 99 MARIO REYES: What Ever Turns You On _ Club Mix [ D.J.International 913 US 12” | 1986 ] 100 MARIO SMOKIN' DIAZ: Pump That Base _ Club Mix [ A1-Track from Hot Mix 5 Records 118 US 12” | 1988 ] 101 MARK IMPERIAL: The Acieed That Ate New York [ House Nation Records 89012 US 12” | 1989 ] 102 MARSHALL JEFFERSON pres. TRUTH: Open Your Eyes _ The Enlightement [ Big Beat 0003 US 12” | 1988 ] 103 MARSHALL JEFFERSON pres.SCREAMIN' RACHEL: Rock Me [ A-Side from Westbrook Records 112 US Promo-12” | 1989 ] 104 MASTER C + J: One Day We’ll All Be Free _ Mark Imperial Mix [ Street Side Records 101 US 12” | 1988 ] 105 MATT WARREN: Bang The Box _ Bang The House Mix [ A-Side from AKA Dance Music 001 US 12” | 1987 ] 106 MAYDAY [DERRICK MAY]: Freestyle _ Bongo Mix [ B2-Track from Pheerce Citi 001 / KMS US12” | 1988 ] 107 MC BUZZ BEE: How Sleep The Brave _ 70's Mix [ Play Hand Records 016 UK 12” | 1989 ] 108 MD III [MIKE DUNN] feat. TYREE COOPER: Face The Nation [ A1-Track from Underground Records 111 / D.J. International Rec. US 12” | 1988 ] 109 MIKE DUNN pres. ARMANDO: 151 _ Original Version [ A2-Track from Warehouse Records US 001 US 12” | 1988 ] 110 MIKE DUNN pres. ARMANDO: Land Of Confusion _ Dunn 4-Funn Mix [ A1-Track from Warehouse Records US 001 US 12” | 1988 ] 111 MODEL 500 [JUAN ATKINS]: No UFO's _ D-Mix [ B-Side from Metroplex Records 002 US 12” | 1985 ] 112 MR.LEE [LOUIS HAGGARD]: Rock This Place _ House Mix [ A-Side from International House Records 006 US 12” | 1988 ] 113 MR.LEE: Acid Fantaslee _ Acid Pump Up London [ B-Side from Trax Records 171 US 12” | 1988 ] 114 MR.LEE: Get Busy _ Chicago Mix [ B1-Track from JIVE Records 1274 / RCA / Zomba US Promo-12” | 1989 ] 115 MYSTIQUE [J.GOODWIN & F.BASTONE]: Here WE Go _ Vocal Mix [ Tuff City 128046 US 12” | 1989 ] 116 NELSON “FFWD” CRUZ: My House _ My House Is Your Dub [ B1Track from Minimal Records 008 / Criminal Rec. US 12” | 1989 ] 117 NEXUS 1 feat. Nina [ TYREE COOPER & STEVE SIMMONS]: Yo Body _ Original Body [ A2 from Fierce Records 103 US 12” | 1988 ] 118 NITZER EBB: Control I'm Here _ Command Control Confront Mix [ A-Side from Mute Records Ltd. 071 UK 12” | 1988 ] 119 NITZER EBB: Let Your Body Learn _ Club [ A-Side from Mute Records 126.861 / Intercord DE 12” | 1986 ] 120 P.O.L.O. CREW: Black Image _ Wish Mix [ Wide Angle NS-115 US 12” | 1989 ] 121 PARK AVENUE feat. TONY JENKINS: Don’t Turn Your Love _ Tee’s “O” Mix [ Movin’ Records 002 US 12” | 1987 ] 122 PAUL RUTHERFORD: Get Real _ Happy House Mix [ 4th+B'way Records 113 UK 12” | 1988 ] 123 PHORTUNE: Can You Feel The Bass _ House Mix [ B1 from HotMix5 114 US 12” | 1988 ] 124 PHUTURE: Acid Tracks [ A-Side from Trax 142 US 12” | 1987 ] 125 PHUTURE: Spank - Spank [ B2-Track from Trax 165 US 12” | 1988 ] 126 PHUTURE: We Are Phuture [ A-Side from Trax 165 US 12” | 1988 ] 127 PIERRE'S PFANTASY CLUB feat. J.R.: Fantasy Girl _ Mike “Hitman” Wilson Club Mix [ B1-Track from SRO Records 750487 US 12” | 1987 ] 128 PLEASURE ZONE [KEVIN JONES & JAMES ANDERSON]: Fantasy [ A-Side from Trax Records 164 US 12” | 1988 ] 129 PROJECT 122 feat. DESTRIE: Swing Your Body _ Instrumental Mix [ B1-Track from Playground Records 030 US 12” | 1987 ] 130 R.A.W. [ROD WARREN & IAN TERRY]: R.A.W. Groove [ A-Side from Rumour Records 004 UK Promo-12” | 1989 ] 131 RAGTIME feat. BYRON STINGILY: I Can't Stay Away _ Power-Pella [ A1-Track from Bright Star Records 005 US Promo-12” | 1987 ] 132 RALPHI ROSARIO: In The Night _ Kenny's Night [ B1-Track from HotMix5 110 US 12” | 1988 ] 133 RALPHIE ROSARIO feat. XAVIERA GOLD: You Used To Hold Me _ Riviera Mix [ A2-Track from Hot Mix 5 Records 102 US Mispress-12” | 1987 ] 134 REESE & SANTONIO: How To Play Our Music _ Dub Mix [ B1-Track from KMS Records 010 US 12” | 1987 ] 135 REESE feat. LATONYA SAUNDERSON: Rock To The Beat _ Original Mix [ A2 from KMS 022 US 12” | 1989 ] 136 RHYTHIM IS RHYTHIM [DERRICK MAY & JUAN ATKINS]: It Is What It Is _ Mayday Mix [ Transmat Records MS_006 US 12” | 1988 ] 137 RHYTHIM IS RHYTHIM [DERRICK MAY & THOMAS BARNETT]: Nude Photo _ Mayday Rhythim Mix [ Transmat Records MS-002US 12” | 1987 ] 138 RHYTHIM IS RHYTHIM: Kaos _ Mayday Juice Bar Mix [ B2-Track from Transmat Records MS-004 US 12” | 1987 ] 139 RICHIE RICH meets The JUNGLE BROTHERS: I'll House U _ The Gee Street Reconstruction [ Gee Street 12003 / Idlers l Warlock UK 12” | 1988 ] 140 RICHIE RICH: Salsa House [ B1 Track from “Turn It Up” Mercury 872-187 US 12” | 1988 ] 141 RISQUE III [K-ALEXI & ROBERT MCKAY]: Essence Of A Dream [ A-Side from Stride Records Inc. KK-1837 US 12” | 1987 ] 142 SAX feat. ELAN: Don't Turn Your Back On Me _ Funny Bone Popi [ B3-Track from Loud House / Warlock Records 063 US 12” | 1989 ] 143 SEDUCTION [DAVID CLIVILLES & DAVID COLE]: Seduction _ Vocal Club Mix [ A1-Track from Vendetta Records 7014 US 12” | 1988 ] 144 SEPARATE MINDS [TERENCE PARKER]: We Need Somebody [ Express Records 014 US 12” | 1988 ] 145 SHAWN SHEGOG feat. BARBARA SHEGOG: Love Traxs _ Vocal Mix [ A1-Track from No Name Records 10287 US 12” | 1988 ] 146 SHAWN SHEGOG: Living In The Dark _ Dark Acid Mix [ A1-Track from No Name Records 002 US 12” | 1989 ] 147 SPECIAL ED [SPECIAL ED & HOWIE TEE]: Club Scene _ Ed's Special Mix [ Profile 265 US Promo-12” | 1989 ] 148 SPIKE REBEL & I.C.E.: House Rap _ Rick's Clubhouse Mix [ A2-Track from House Jam Records 8908 US 12” | 1989 ] 149 STEVE “SILK” HURLEY pres. JAMIE PRINCIPLE: Cold World _ Mommy Can U Hear Me Mix [ Atlantic Records 08267 / Warner Communication US 12” | 1989 ] 150 STEVE MATHIS: True Love _ Insane Mix [ A2-Track from Sound Tech Records 8801 US Promo-12” | 1988 ] 151 STEVE POINDEXTER: Work That Mutha Fucka [ A1-Track from Muzique Records 001 US 12” | 1989 ] 152 SUBURBAN BOYZ [THMB]: Insane _ Crazy Mix [ Dance Mania Records 010 US 12” | 1988 ] 153 SUBURBAN KNIGHT: The Groove _ Pan Mix [ A-Side from Transmat 003 US 12” | 1987 ] 154 SUZIE & THE CUBANS: I Feel It _ Makumba Mix [ Champion 12-70 / Warlock UK 12” | 1989 ] 155 SWAN LAKE: In The Name Of Love _ Club Mix [ A1 from Bad Boy 703 / Jump Street US 12” | 1988 ] 156 TERRY BLADWIN pres. AWESOME L: 16 [ B4-Track from R&R Records 100 / Barney's US 12”/LP | 1989 ] 157 THE BREAK BOYS [FRANKIE BONES & TOMMY MUSTO]: And The Break Goes On _ Freestyle Club Mix [ B1-Track from Fourth Floor Records 1090 US 12” | 1988 ] 158 THE BROOKLYN FUNK ESSENTIALS [Lenny Dee l Victor Simonelli]: We Got To Come Together _ Track Attack Rough Mix [ B1-Track from Minimal Records 004 / Criminal Records US 12” | 1988 ] 159 THE BROOKLYN FUNK ESSENTIALS: Change The Track _ Micaliami HipHouse Mix [ A1-Track from Minimal Records 006 / Criminal Records US 12” | 1988 ] 160 THE FLAT EARTH [THE DETROIT UNDERGROUND]: Mutual Suspicion _ Dix Mix [ Rhythm Tech Records 0100 US 12” | 1989 ] 161 THE FUNKY GINGER [SIMON LAW]: Slaughterhouse _ Emergency Mix [ B-Side from Easy Street Records 7538 / Crash London US 12” | 1988 ] 162THE HARLEQUIN 4'S + THE BUNKER CREW: Set It Off _ Wish Mix [ B2-Track from Champion 12-64 UK 12” | 1989 ] 163 THE HOLY GHOST INC.: The Word ... The Dub [ B-Side from Holy Ghost Records 001 / Big Noise UK 12” | 1989 ] 164 THE HOUSEDOCTORS: Housedoctors Gotta Get Down _ Cut And Bandage Mix [ Big One Records 008 UK 12” | 1988 ] 165 THE IT [LARRY HEARD] feat. ROBERT OWENS, CHIP E & HARRI: Donnie _ Club Mix [ A1-Track from D.J. International Records 893 US 12” | 1986 ] 166 THE PARTY BOY [CHRIS WESTBROOK]: The Twilight Zone _ Bam Bam’s Corrosion Mix [ Urban 027 / Last Dance Music / Polydor UK 12” | 1988 ] 167 THE PRINCE OF DANCE MUSIC, L.B.BAD pres. ... : Body Mechanix _ Authentic Garage Groove [ A1-Track from “The True Story Of House Music” Nu Groove Records 033 US 12” | 1989 ] 168 THE SAMPLE SYNDICATE: Acid Bonus Beats [ B3-Cut from Ramshorn 3775 NL 12” | 1989 ] 169 THE UNKNOWN & DJ SLIP: X-Men [ A1-Track from Techno Kut 1202 / Macola Records US 12” | 1988 ] 170 THE UNKNOWN D.J.: Basstronic [ A1-Track from Techno Kut 1207 / Macola Records US 12” | 1988 ] 171 THOMPSON & LENOIR [LNR]: It's A Mystery To Me [ B-Side from House Jam Records 8803 US 12” | 1987 ] 172 TODD TERRY PROJECT: Bango ... To The Batmobile _ Club Bang [ A1 from Fresh 80117 / Sleeping Bag US 12” | 1988 ] 173 TONI SCOTT: That's How I'm Living _ Instrumental [ B2 from Next Plateau Records 50098 US 12” | 1989 ] 174 TOO NICE: I Git Minze _ Gayle “Sky” King Extended Dance Mix [ Arista ADI-9827 US 12” | 1989 ] 175 TRIPLE XXX [JUAN ATKINS]: The Bedroom Scene _ Rated X Mix [ B1-Track from Metroplex 009 US Promo-12” | 1987 ] 176 TRUE FAITH vs FINAL CUT: You Can't Deny The Bass _ Club Mix [ A1-Track from Techno City Records 8904 / Metro Records US 12” | 1989 ] 177 TURNTABLE ORCHESTRA [HIPPIE TORALES]: You're Gonna Miss Me _ A Guy Called Gerald Remix [ A_Side from Republic Records 012 / Music Village UK 12” | 1988 ] 178 TWIN HYPE: For Those Who Like To Groove _ Hollywood Sweat Mix [ Profile 7270 US 12” | 1989 ] 179 TYREE COOPER: Acid Over _ Tyree's Mix [ A1-Track from Underground 116 / D.J. International Records US 12” | 1987 ] 180 TYREE feat. CHIC: I Fear The Night [ Underground 103 / D.J. International Records US 12” | 1986 ] 181 TYREE feat. KOOL ROCK STEADY: Turn Up The Bass _ Julian Jumpin' Perez Jumpin' Mix [ B2 from D.J.International Records 970 US 12” | 1988 ] 182 VICTOR ROMEO and THE MOVE feat. REGGIE HALL: The Art Of Acid [ Dance Mania Records 013 US 12” | 1988 ] 183 VINCE LAWRENCE pres. TODD COLBURNE: WOW _ Bonus Sex [ B2-Track from Mad Dog Records 2040 US 12” | 1987 ] 184 VIRGO [VINCE LAWRENCE]: Go Wild Rhythm Trax [ B2-Cut from Other Side Records OST-485 Blue Label _ Marbled Pressing US 12” | 1985 ] 185 VOODOO DOLL [FRANKIE BONES]: Women Beat Their Men _ Voodoo Village Club Mix [ A-Side from Breaking BonesRecords 200 US 12” | 1989 ] 186 WEE PAPA GIRL RAPPERS: We Know It _ Kevin Saunderson Mix [ B1-Track from Jive Records 1185-1-JD US LP| 1989 ] 187 WHITE KNIGHT: Keep It Movin' Cause The Crowd Says Go _ Dope Acid Mix [ Jive 1244 US 12” | 1989 ] 188 WILLIE WONKA: What Is House! 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