#c: Ashes to Ashes Dust to Dust (Vincent)

[theclassclone]

I Fear No Man, But That Thing...

Chapter 10

Word Count: 4,889 TW: Canon-typical, Family Drama Master List || Previous || Next

“Previously on a very special Clone High,” Abe spoke, “Abe Lincoln was about to profess his love for Joan of Arc—.” “And how did that work out for you?” “Can you stop that—JFK got her to first. And now, Joan and JFK are hot and heavy. Abe’s feelings for Joan remain bottled up. Deep down inside. Like deep down there. Very deep.” Abe continued. “We… we get it—wait, how did you rope me into this again?” “If you’re not going to narrate, stop speaking to me!” Abe raised his voice. “Get out of my lab!” CJ raised her voice back. “Will you two stop fighting!” A third voice appeared. “There’s still more to this narration.” “Oh, right.” Abe cleared his throat. “They say ‘contents under pressure may explode’. And pressure is Clone High’s middle name.” CJ rustled some papers. “Legally, it is.” “Wait, for real?” Vincent asked. “I don’t care if my joke was right, do you guys see that thing!” Abe shouted. The three of them screamed at the top of their lungs as the growling creature dragged them away.

“CJ? C-dawg, C-man. Jay-C, C-jay bird. Casey Jones, Jubi-Cee, Candy Cane Jane, James Bond. Jeanie—ha, ha, like genie. Jo-Jo. Cactus-girl, because, you know, you’re very prickly.” Abe walked through the desolate hallway looking for CJ whilst calling her every new nickname he could possibly think of. “Man, I know she’s mysterious, but she can’t really by this mysterious. I haven’t seen her all day, and I need her help with something very vague.” He spoke to himself, hoping that would either make her appear so she would tease him or do absolutely nothing at all.

CJ swung the door to the principal’s office open aggressively, hitting the door against the wall; as she emerged, it was apparent that one of her lenses had been cracked, her hair looked like it had been fried, and there was ash and dust on at least half of her body. She dragged her school bag through the door behind her. She grumbled something to herself that Abe was too far away to make out, but at least he could tell that she was in a worse mood than usual (and not, it was not because she clearly looked like she had an accident that gave it away). It was the way her eyebrows were drawn together and creased the area between them noticeably, the way her lips were parted just enough for him to see her grinding her teeth together, and the way her body was just very tense and moved mechanically.

“Ah, and CJ, don’t forget to make me, your loving father, proud with this pre-midterm. You know just how important it is, it decides your very future. Not that you should have anything to worry about.” Scudworth yelled at her from his desk.

CJ grabbed the doorknob and threw the door shut behind her. She brushed the debris off of her clothes and lab coat. She continued to grumble to herself as she tried to minimize the damage from the most recent attempt on her life—failed, obviously—and she tried to minimize the physical pain that she felt from it on top of the obvious frazzled appearance that it gave her. She looked up from her pant leg and locked eyes with Abe, who looked as though he had over a million questions to ask her about her relationship with Scudworth. Her eyes nearly popped out of her skull, and she unsteadily ran toward Abe without a single thought in her mind other than the one that compelled her to dart toward the taller clone like a savage beast. She slung her bag over her should, mid-run, and grabbed the beard of the freakishly tall clone.

“What did you hear?” She was less than an inch from his face after pulling him down to her height.

“Principal Scudworth said—.”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” She cut him off. “Was anyone with you?”

Abe shook his head slowly.

CJ released Abe’s beard and glanced around the empty hallway erratically. She grabbed Abe by the sleeve of his raglan shirt and dragged him behind her. She marched down the hallway with very little resistance coming from the taller clone—the little resistance was from him stumbling over his own two feet after being taken by surprise. She approached the nearest janitor’s closet and jiggled the doorknob. And of course it was locked right now. She pulled a set of keys out of her coat pocket; she cycled through several keys before she shakily unlocked the door. She reached behind her and grabbed Abe by the white of his t-shirt. She tossed him into the closet. He stumbled over his feet and fell back into the dry mop bucket instead of being able to catch himself or even make a sound.

He looked up at her and his jaw hung open. “Uh…”

She stepped in and closed the door behind her. She felt the words get caught in her throat as she reached for the string to turn the old light on so she could begin her interrogation. She searched Abe, wondering what exactly he was feeling, what his expression meant. He just stared at her with his mouth agape, there was nothing more than the stereotypical signs of shock. But she knew there had to be more going on inside of his head. She just knew it, it was like intuition, a gut feeling. He couldn’t just be shocked.

CJ just stared at Abe as he stared at her, the silence grew awkward the longer Abe gawked at the alleged daughter of Principal Scudworth. Her face twitched as she tried to wear an expression that conveyed something other than what she felt, and all she really felt was something between anger and sadness—maybe even a little bit of embarrassment because she didn’t want anyone to know. Her nostrils flared and she felt a strange tingling sensation spread across her cheeks and over her nose; she cocked her head to the side and couldn’t help herself from frowning.

“What exactly did you hear?”

“Principal Scudworth called himself your father. I think that’s what it sounded like.” He paused for a moment, expecting CJ to say something immediately. “Is he your foster dad?”

She clenched her jaw and inhaled shakily. She looked away from Abe and glanced toward the old light above them. “Preferred to the truth.” She spoke. She wished, in that moment, she wasn’t like her clonefather, and she took Abe’s guess and ran with it.

Abe’s eyes widened with a second thought. “Did your mom realize that she could do so much better than him, but she left you behind too?”

The corner of CJ’s mouth twitched as she fought a smile. “Y-yes.” She peered back down at Abe.

Abe gasped. “What!”

She swallowed hard, forcing her throat to clear itself of words, phlegm, or whatever was obstructing her from using her words. “Yes, Scudworth is my father.” She lied, still somehow preferred to the truth.

Somehow admitting that very secret, mixed with the lie, to Abe made it feel all the more alienating. For a moment she considered sharing the truth with Abe would feel like an oasis, but it felt more like a cage than before. Abe desperately called himself her friend after his Luncheon and even went as far as exchanging cellphone numbers with her that very same day despite CJ’s visceral distrust for his immediate friendship. The movies had told her that she would feel better, she felt cheated and lied to—but telling Abe was a much better mood than letting someone as loud and gossipy as Harriet know. Her eyes wandered Abe’s, once more, stereotypically shocked facial expression. Her eyes grew hot, and her vision slowly turned blurry. Maybe this was the hysteria that Joan felt when she accused Harriet, Frida, and herself of wanting to know what her juiciest secret was so that they could bully her.

She thought her body had dropped to the floor, but when she glanced toward the ground, to her surprise, she was still standing on her feet. She couldn’t read much of Abe’s expression past what the stereotype of his expression was. She couldn’t find any semblance of pity or melancholy or anything of which she feared he would give her. In fact, she didn’t really want him to have this shocked expression either, but she couldn’t control that.

After a moment of not responding to Abe’s shock, she pushed herself off of the door and fiddled with the hem of her lab coat sleeve. “I never wanted anyone to know; have you seen him?” She let out a dry and airy laugh. “He’s not exactly father of the year, or month, or even day. He’ll never be nothing more than a sperm donor.” She informed Abe; her demeaner changed instantaneously. She lunged forward and grabbed the collar of Abe’s raglan shirt with her one good hand, barely pulling his back away from the mop bucket. Her face was inches away from his; her eyes bounced back and forth between his grey-blue eyes. “If you so much as tell anyone, I will know. I have eyes and ears everywhere, Abraham Lincoln. I know where you live, where you hang out, and who you associate with.”

Abe swallowed hard. “I don’t think I really want to find out what’d you do to me if I said anything.”

CJ dropped him back into the mop bucket and scoffed.

“Principal Scudworth called himself your father. He sounded like he cares about you.” Abe tried to pry for more information. “Wait,” he paused for a moment and leaned to the side to try to catch a glimpse of CJ’s face. “Do you think he hates you?”

“I don’t think, I know he does… Heard him say it. We don’t particularly get along… We’re often at each other’s throats.” She felt the strange sensation around her nose and across her cheeks again but this time it was accompanied by a heaviness that filled her chest.

“Gee, CJ, that’s why you never told anyone, huh… and that’s why you don’t want me to tell anyone.” He frowned; he watched her try to hide her emotions from him. “That’s why you’re always a—.”

“A bitch?” She glanced at him with a crooked grin.

“Well, no, I wasn’t going to say that.” He tilted his head to the side and looked away from her. “But, yes, a bitch. That’s one way to put it.”

She gripped the sleeve of her lab coat, digging her nails into her arm. “Yes—no—I mean.” She scoffed. “It’s complicated, Lincoln. You wouldn’t get it, you couldn’t if you tried. No one could. Your cloneparents are all dead, you have foster parents, and I have a real parent—.”

“Our high school principal… yeah, I can understand that much.” Abe spoke. “Can you let me out of the mop bucket now?”

She quickly let go of her own arms and looked down at Abe. “Oh, yeah.” She pushed herself off of the door and approached Abe again. She grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the mop bucket. She immediately glared up at him. “Don’t take this as a sign for anything. I’ll still kill you if you say anything to anyone, got it?”

“I won’t say anything, you can trust me, CJ. Friends don’t go behind each other’s backs like that.” He tried to assure her. “I used to be honest Abe for a reason! I mean, I still am honest Abe. And like you said,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “you have eyes and ears everywhere and you know where I live.” He chuckled nervously.

“Mhm.”

Abe stared at her with his eyebrows drawn up and a frown plastered on his face. “The ash and all that,” he motioned to her glasses, bits of fried hair, and small cuts across the side of her face, “science experiment?”

“No. Like I said, we’re at each other’s throats.” She tensed her shoulders and avoided Abe’s gaze. “We’ve been trying to maim or kill each other for years. That’s the whole thing everyone’s been asking about—why I’m trying to kill our principal.”

Abe slouched and brought his shoulders closer to his ears. “That’s…”

“Don’t say it.” Melancholy escaped her lips.

He pursed his lips and nodded with what CJ assumed to be a pained expression. “Okay.” He tried to remain silent, it was apparent by the way he kept moving his face that he wanted to address it or at least continue talking. He slowly dropped a hand on her shoulder and began to speak. “I don’t understand what you’re dealing with, but just remember that you can just be your own person. You don’t have to try to be like your parents. I might look up to the original Abe Lincoln, but I’m never going to be as inspirational as he—.”

“What is the point, Lincoln?” She grabbed one of his fingers between right her index finger and her thumb and removed his hand from her left shoulder.

“I’m just saying that you can make your own name.” Abe said. “Buuuut I have a feeling there’s more.”

“There’s always more.” CJ grumbled.

“C’mon, tell your best friend, Abe, what’s wrong.” He stepped to her side and draped his arm around her shoulder.

“We’re not best friends.” She quickly grabbed his wrist with her right hand and spun on her heel. She swung Abe toward the door and pushed him into it; she pressed her right forearm into his back and kept him against the door. “Don’t touch me.”

“Got it.” He croaked. He shifted uncomfortably being kept at a height that was much shorter than what he actually was. “What else is bothering you?” He shifted his eye toward her, trying to catch a glimpse of her new expression.

Her default expression faltered; she looked sad. She looked toward the floor with her eyebrows drawn up together and a slight frown upon her face. She looked back up at Abe and slowly removed her arm from him, allowing him to escape her grasp. “I just…” she paused. “I hate that I want him to love me. I-I know he had a son, and I don’t want to be some dumb replacement for his son. Because I’m not his son. I’m me.” She pressed her hands to her chest for emphasis. “A-a stranger at the bare minimum. I want him to see who I am, and I know he doesn’t! He never will! I want—I crave his approval. Everything I do is to be better than him, to prove that I’m worth something. I just want his undivided attention but all he cares about is you stupid clones and his stupid idea for a clone themed amusement park! I want to-to-to-to—.” She swallowed. “To make him proud of me because I can do the things he can do and then some. He’s just such an asshole about it because he knows exactly what I want, and he just throws it in my face with his sarcasm and insincerity and he-he—. He doesn’t give a fuck about me! I know he doesn’t. Why would he?” She laughed dryly. “I’m just like him, I make mistakes, and he can’t even stand himself. I-I don’t even know why I exist! I don’t know why he kept me! I don’t know why he made me if he can’t stand himself!” She raised her voice with her final sentence and curled her fingers into fists (well, one hand fully, the other partially).

“C—.”

She pulled the sleeve of her shirt out from under her lab coat and ran it beneath her glasses to hide the evidence of her tears. “I hate that about myself. I figure if I keep playing this antagonistic game, this silly little back and forth, I’ll stop caring. Right?”

“That’s a real dinger…”

“RAUGH!” She cupped her hand around Abe’s neck and dug her thumb into his pressure point.

Abe sunk to his knees. “Bad thing to say, I know! I know! I’m sorry! Hurting me! Hurts! Ow!”

She retracted her hand and stared down at him and slacked her jaw. She pushed the closet door open and stepped over him. “I didn’t think that would work; it came from a show.” She inhaled deeply. “Keep this between you and me, I don’t even want our principal knowing.”

Abe crawled out of the closet. “You got it, buddy.” He gave her a shaky thumbs up.

CJ stared at the ground just beyond the edge of her school desk, watching the pantleg and shoes of her teacher whisk past her every so often. She felt the breeze of the air conditioning travel beneath her glasses solely to irritate her already dry and tired eyes; but the irritation wasn’t enough to get CJ to return her mind to reality. She was trapped inside of trance between her inner thoughts and reality where she could still see the world move without her, where she could still hear everything, but it all sounded as though she were listening from underwater. Her mind, however, was not as present; she dwelled on the interaction she had with Abe prior to homeroom. Her leg bounced with her nerves and queasy stomach. There was a lump in her throat yet again, but this time she was unable to speak through it or find a way to get rid of it despite continuously swallowing.

CJ slowly dragged her gauze covered hand across the school desk; ignoring all attempts made by her teacher to bring her back into reality. Her vision blurred yet again, this time it felt more like her eyes had decided to cross while she sat there as the Earth kept spinning without her. She felt dazed, almost like she had been spinning too, almost like a balloon slowly turning on its string. Her breathing felt manual, and it was hard to do while she felt that she had no way to regain control of her body in this absentminded (but yet not absentminded) state.

How stupid was she to even consider trusting a fool like Abe, to think that she could so much as feel better after telling him anything. But, even then, it was a strange feeling to have someone know. To be listened to. No. No. Abe was just as horrid as the rest of them, surely; just as likely to be ‘a Cleo’ as Joan had so eloquently put it at the sleepover in August. Her own thoughts became like a minefield, a jumbled mess of unintelligible words in which she couldn’t quite tell whether or not she made the right decision. In fact, she was certain that she never made the right decision. On one hand, she found herself to be quite the mirror image of Scudworth—narcissistic, arrogant, intelligent, erratic, unorganized, indecisive, and a bumbling idiot. On the other hand, she often felt that she could be—no—that she was superior. Except for the silly little habit, she had picked up amongst his other habits that she tried to shake. She over shared like a superhero with an animal companion who only she understood and needed to translate for. It was frustrating and hard to stop doing. On top of that, her unintentional but intentional secret had been revealed because she couldn’t shut the hell up.

She shuddered and sharply tilted her head to the right, snapping herself out of her strange trance. Her class, including her teacher, had left the classroom; she was left alone to listen to the deafening buzzing of the fluorescent lights above her head. She slowly looked around the classroom, unsure of exactly how long she had been unattended for, especially because she knew this classroom was used thrice a day for electives. The lights began to flicker sporadically, initially, she thought nothing of it because she was sure Scudworth was not too prompt with the school’s electric bill (nor did he ensure that everything was up to code). The lights shut off row by row mimicking the sounds of a horror movie (and she should know, she just recently watched one). She raised her eyebrows and leaned her back against the back of the chair, she looked at the dead light about her head—no light, no buzzing of the fluorescence. She glanced toward the yellow-ish hallway through the open door of the classroom.

Something peculiar dropped from the ceiling toward the back of the classroom and snarled; she felt its beady eyes watching her every non-movement. She heard its heavy breathing waiting for her to make a break for it so it could begin to chase her. She exhaled slowly and reached down beside her chair and slipped her hand around the strap of her school bag; she pulled the bag up to her chest and rotated her head, stuttering like a sprinkler, to view the creature behind her.

“CJ, GET OUT OF THERE, NOW!” Abe shouted at her from the doorway. He gripped the doorframe and had one hand on the doorknob. “IT’S GONNA GET YOU!”

CJ snapped her head toward Abe for a brief moment; she glanced behind her and noticed a ball of fur running toward her, pushing the desks out of its way as it approached her. She pushed herself out from between her desk and her chair and fell forward. She began to army crawl forward but quickly scrambled to her feet. She ran toward Abe and ducted beneath his arm to escape the darkened classroom. She tripped over her own two feet and tumbled toward the putrid lockers. Abe slammed the classroom door shut behind her.

“Lincoln,” she exhaled. “What was that thing?” She tried to mask her fear with a monotone. She hugged her school bag to her chest and looked up at the taller clone from the floor. She pressed her head into the cold metal of the lockers and squeezed her eyes shut. “It was so fast.”

Abe leaned his back against the door and huffed. “Well, I’m pretty sure it smells stress and anxiety. You know, I’m surprised you didn’t know about this, but at the same time I’m not.” He crinkled his nose and slid down the door. “I didn’t think it’d go after you, but I said that about Frida too and it took her. I have no idea who’s left!”

CJ opened her eyes and looked at Abe; she nodded. “Okay, well, it’s probably not going to stop until we’re all taken care of.” She inhaled deeply to attempt to calm herself. She scooted herself away from the lockers and threw her school bag over her shoulder. “I’m surprised you thought I had a chance.” She tilted her head to the side and tucked her chin to her chest. She laughed dryly and stared at the floor with wide eyes, but her eyebrows were drawn together.

“Don’t say that!”

“It’s true. Better that than being stressed over some silly pre-midterm that means nothing.” She threw her arms above her head.

“Enough of that! How do we defeat something that feeds off of stress and anxiety?” He asked.

CJ’s jaw fell open and she tried to speak to Abe, but no sound was escaping her mouth immediately. “Wh—I’m sorry? Are you stupid?” She pursed her lips and bit her lower lip. “It feeds on stress and anxiety. You assumed both Frida and I would be fine, but Frida and I are clearly very stressed-out individuals. The answer is obviously just to not be stressed.” She explained as if Abe were an idiot (and she thought he was one). She turned onto her knees and wobbled at her pulled herself up using the lockers as support. “Let’s get out of here.” She slowly glanced up at the hallway lights—they were beginning to flicker.

Abe followed her gaze. “I know just the place.” He jumped to his feet and grabbed her wrist. He dragged her behind him, through the hallway of flickering yellow lights. “Just stop stressing out so much, it won’t get us! We’ll be fine!”

“Not helping.”

“I was saying that for myself.”

“Eugh.” CJ snaked her hand out of his grasp. She winced as her gauzed hand passed through his tight grip. She continued to follow behind him with her slightly smaller strides and her general lack of running-related skill.

The stress-hungry monster was following them down the hallway and through the school—they could tell by the continuously flickering lights in the hallway and the further behind them the lights were, the more likely they were to be completely off. CJ glanced behind them and saw the creature gaining on them by using the slights in the locker doors to grab onto and to propel itself forward. That would explain the metal clanging sound, actually. The creature swiped for Abe’s head, to which he luckily ducked.

“STRESSING!” CJ looked at Abe.

“Just don’t do that!” Abe told her in his own fit of panic.

CJ couldn’t help herself; she kept looking behind them and beside them for any signs of the creature, especially since the metal clanging sounds had ceased. To her dismay, the lights continued to flicker and the ones furthest down the hall were still off, which meant the creature was still around. She looked forward, assuming it was going to surprise them from the front, but it still wasn’t visible.

“STRESSING!” She screeched. “I DON’T SEE IT ANYMORE!”

“YOU’RE STRESSING ME OUT MORE!” Abe shouted at her.

CJ knitted her eyebrows together and frowned; before she could get another word in, the creature swiped at her foot; she collided with the ground and the creature wrapped its furry claw around her ankle. She tried to army crawl toward Abe and clawed at the dirty vinyl floor with her right hand in an attempt to get away from the creature. “Lincoln! Help me! Abe!”

Abe heard her cry for her and turned on his heel quickly; he slipped as he turned. He ran back toward her and dove forward and grabbed her right hand with both of his. “Hey, relax! Like you said, don’t stress out. Just, uh, tell me what’s got you stressed. Maybe that’ll help you out of this.” He offered a solution in order to try to keep one of the smartest students he knows by his side. He needs her intelligence; he needs her help.

“This! Obviously!” She felt herself slipping from Abe’s grasp and the creature pulled her toward the darkened end of the hallway. She looked under her left arm as she kicked the creature’s face in an attempt to make it release her ankles. “And-and-this morning!”

“I’m your friend, I’m not going to go behind your back and say anything you don’t want me to say! That’s not what friends do!” Abe tried to reassure her. He reached for her left wrist so he could readjust his grip on her right hand. “Friends don’t hurt each other like that, and if I hurt my friends, I apologize and I try to make it right!”

She grabbed his wrist just as her right hand slipped from his grasp. “I-I trust you! I do! This isn’t about you.” Her tone of voice changed; she looked up at Abe with glossy eyes. She stopped resisting the pull of the stress-hungry monster and she stopped trying to maintain her singlehanded grip on her new friend, Abe. “We’re friends, okay? But this isn’t about you. It’s about him.” Her voice began to tremble. “I just want him to see me as his real daughter,” her voice cracked. “Not a mistake he made, not a replacement for his son, not some cheap version of himself. Not a clone.”

Abe’s eyes widened at the revelation.

She blinked and the tears rolled down her cheeks (not many of them, maybe two or three droplets at the very least). “I don’t know what to do and it’s stressing me out. It always has.” She swallowed hard; she stared at Abe with wide eyes and shrunken irises. “Don’t let me go. Don’t let me go! Please don’t let me go!”

She tried to tighten her grip on Abe, but her left hand slipped through his hand. Her fingers were unable to crawl back up his hand and try to grab his hand again. Her right hand was clammy, and he lacked the strength to continue to hold her, even with both hands on her right side. She blinked again, staring at him with fear-stricken eyes; she could hear her heart pounding in her chest because she, once more, confided in Abe and she was unsure about what her fate was once Abe let her go. She searched Abe’s face for something other than the same sort of fear-stricken expression reflected back at her.

“Calm down! Don’t stress out, CJ!” Abe tried to repeat their agreed upon solution to her. “Damn it! No!” He lurched forward as he lost his grip on CJ. “No! CJ! No!” He watched the stress-hungry monster drag his fearful and screaming friend away into the pitch-black hallway.

[mayhemxmugglesxmagic]

– The end of an all night Slytherin study session; Pansy opens the curtains, a collective groan echos -

Theo: Sweet suffering Merlin, it's the morning already! What are we gonna do?

Pansy: Well maybe we could start with calmin' the fuck down.

Theo: Calm down? We're still on William the Orange, Pansy -- haven't even looked at the famine, let alone the Irish goblin rebellion, or pixie rising!

Pansy: We got the gist, they ran out of spuds, the goblins lost some gold -- everyone was raging.

Vince: Well, I still can't tell me rebellions from my risings.

Greg: And who's fault is that. If your lot had stopped invading us for five fuckin' minuets there'd be a lot less to wade through -- English prick.

Draco: Circe's tits -- Not this again.

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Playlist: Halloween Part 1 [#-L] 🎃

This isn't really a playlist as much as it's a masterlist of songs I've been collecting for years with the intention to group together into smaller Halloween and sabbat themed playlists.

There's goth (old & new), folk, metal, rock, movie themes, soundtrack scores, horror punk, new wave, new age, 50s horror bop, 70s esoteric prog rock, and songs from various Halloween specials with a hard focus on 80s TV specials.

➡️ youtube: Halloween Part 1 [#-L] playlist ⬅️

Long Play; 13 Vintage Halloween Songs from the 1910s, 20s, & 30s, Various Artists {listen} A Hornbook For Witches, Vincent Price {listen} Bram Stoker’s Dracula: full soundtrack, Wojciech Kilar {listen} Buio Omega: full soundtrack, Goblin {listen} Peter and the Wolf, David Bowie {listen} Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The, Tobe Hooper & Wayne Bell {listen}

(); (Don’t Fear) The Reaper, Blue Öyster Cult {listen} (Don’t Fear) The Reaper, Unto Ashes {listen} (Every Day is) Halloween, Ministry {listen} (Every Day is) Halloween (2019), Ministry {listen}

#; #1 Crush, Garbage {listen} 7 Devils, The Goddamn Gallows {listen}

A; A Clockwork Orange: Title Music, Wendy Carlos {listen} A Forest, The Cure {listen} A Nightmare on Elm Street: Prologue/ Main Title, Charles Bernstein {listen} A Question of Blood, Jean-Michel Jarre & John Carpenter {listen} A Witches Song, Ordo Funebris {listen} A’soalin, Peter, Paul & Mary {listen} Aisha, Death in Vegas feat. Iggy Pop {listen} All Hallows Eve, Type O Negative {listen} All Souls' Night, Loreena McKennitt {listen} Алукард (Alucard), Zinaida, opomnis’! {listen} Amphetamine Logic, The Sisters of Mercy {listen} Amsterdamned, Loïs Lane {listen} Angels (Laibach Mix), The, Christian Death {listen} Angry Johnny, Poe {listen} Autumnal, Arcana {listen} Ave Dementia, The Marionettes {listen} Awfully Sinister, Suspiria {listen}

B; Bad Moon Rising, Creedence Clearwater Revival {listen} Bela Lugosi’s Dead, Bauhaus {listen} Bela Lugosi’s Dead, Nouvelle Vague {listen} Black Angel, The Cult {listen} Black Dog, Babe Ruth {listen} Black Is the Colour of My True Love’s Hair, HAUSFRAU {listen} Black Madonna, Theatre of Hate {listen} Black Magic, Magic Wands {listen} Black Magic (Suspiria), Sindravania Projects & Viking Guitar Productions {listen} Black No. 1 (Little Miss Scare-All), Type O Negative {listen} Black Snake, Atomic Rooster {listen} Blind Dead, WLDV {listen} Blob, The, The Five Blobs {listen} Blood, Plan 9 {listen} Blood Moon, Saint Sister {listen} Blood of My Lady {Part 2}, The, Unto Ashes {listen} Blood Walk, Cabaret Nocturne {listen} Boogie Monster, The, Gnarls Barkley {listen} Bottom of the River, Delta Rae {listen} Breedless, Ego Likeness {listen} Buio Omega: Theme Reprise, Goblin {listen} Burn, The Cure {listen} Burn the Witch, Queens of the Stone Age {listen} Burning Skies, Tones on Tail {listen}

C; Calcutta, The Names {listen} Candy, Chromatics {listen} Candyman: Cue 2C (Musicbox), Philip Glass {listen} Cantos Profanae (Troll theme), Richard Band {listen} Casper the Friendly Ghost, Daniel Johnston {listen} Cat People (Putting Out Fire), David Bowie {listen} Changelings, Gazelle Twin (John Foxx and the Maths remix) {listen} Cities in Dust, Siouxsie and the Banshees {listen} City of the Living Dead: Theme, Fabio Frizzi {listen} Come to the Sabbat, Black Widow {listen} Come Unto the Corn, The Hare and the Moon {listen} Crazy Man Michael, The Hare and The Moon {listen} Crow, The: Birth of a Legend, Graeme Revell {listen} Cry Little Sister, The Lost Boys OST {listen} Cut, Miranda Sex Garden {listen} Cyanide, Deathstars {listen}

D; Daddy Walked in Darkness, Gil Bateman {listen} Dance In the Graveyards, Delta Rae {listen} Dark Allies, Light Asylum {listen} Dark Entries, Bauhaus {listen} Dark Half, The, The Eden House {listen} Dark Mother, Menace Ruine {listen} Darkness, Daniel Deluxe {listen} Dawn Comes for Us All, Ex Reverie {listen} Day O (Banana Boat Song), Harry Belafonte {listen} Dead Man's Party, Oingo Boingo {listen} Dead Souls, Nine Inch Nails {listen} Death by Moonlight, Rhea’s Obsession {listen} Death Disco, Arbeid Adelt! {listen} Deception, The Crüxshadows {listen} Demo, Deathron/Futura Synk {listen} Demon Cleaner, Kyuss {listen} Devil Do, Holly Golightly & the Brokeoffs {listen} Devil’s Whorehouse, Misfits {listen} Devils Haircut, Beck {listen} Devil Inside, INXS {listen} Devil Town, Daniel Johnston {listen} Diane, Therapy? {listen} Die, Die My Darling, Misfits {listen} Die Monster Die, Misfits {listen} Dieche, Sex Gang Children {listen} Dig up Her Bones, Misfits {listen} Dirge, Death in Vegas {listen} Discopolis 2.0 (Fehrplay Remix), Lifelike & Kris Menace {listen} Disney's Halloween Treat, Galen R. Brandt & John Debney {listen} Dominion/Mother Russia, The Sisters Of Mercy {listen} Dragula, Rob Zombie {listen} Dream Warriors, Dokken {listen}

E; Emily, Clan of Xymox {listen} Enter Sandman, SHEL {listen} Evil, 45 Grave {listen} Evil Dead, Stellar Corpses {listen}

F; Fate, George Michael Myers {listen} Fog, The, John Carpenter {listen} Friday the 13th Part III: Theme, Harry Manfredini & Hot Ice {listen} Friday the 13th Part V: His Eyes, Pseudo Echo {listen} Fright Night, J. Geils Band {listen} Furry Happy Monsters, REM and The Muppets {listen}

G; Ghostbusters, Ray Parker Jr. {listen} Ghost of John (Traditional), Ryn & Phonetic Hero {listen} Ghost That Feeds, The, Nathan Chase {listen} Giza, Gatekeeper {listen} Graveyard Cha Cha, The Three D’s {listen} Graveyard Rock, Tarantula Ghoul and Her Gravediggers {listen} Great Pumpkin Waltz, The, Vince Guaraldi Trio {listen} Grisly Reminder, Midnight Syndicate {listen}

H; Halloween, Kay Lande and Wade Denning {listen} Halloween, Misfits {listen} Halloween II, Misfits {listen} Halloween, Mudhoney {listen} Halloween in Heaven, Type O Negative {listen} Halloween Parade, Lou Reed {listen} Halloween: Theme, John Carpenter {listen} Haunted When the Minutes Drag, Love and Rockets {listen} He's a Vampire, Archie King {listen} He’s Back (The Man Behind The Mask), Alice Cooper {listen} Headless Horseman, The, Kay Starr {listen} Heads Will Roll, Yeah Yeah Yeahs {listen} Heart of Darkness, Wench {listen} Helena, Misfits {listen} Hell, Squirrel Nut Zippers {listen} Hollow Hills, Bauhaus {listen} Howl, Florence + The Machine {listen} Howling, The, Babel {listen}

I; I Believe in Halloween, The Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black {listen} I Can See Ya, Ghostling {listen} I Hope You Die, Molly Nilsson {listen} I Put a Spell on You, Bette Midler {listen} I Put A Spell On You, Marilyn Manson {listen} I’m Just A Shadow, SHEL {listen} I’m Your Boogie Man, White Zombie {listen} Incendary Lover, Gitane Demone {listen} Incubus Succubus II, X-Mal Deutschland {listen} In the Mirror (Profondo Rosso/Deep Red), VikingGuitar ft. Chunkstyle {listen} It’s All Forgotten Now, The Caretaker {listen} It’s Halloween, The Shaggs {listen} It’s Your Voodoo Working, Charles Sheffield {listen}

J; Jimmy’s Grave, Deadbolt {listen} John Carpenter’s Halloween, Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross {listen} Jump in the Line (Shake, Señora), Harry Belafonte {listen}

K; Killing Moon, The, Echo and The Bunnymen {listen} Killing Moon, The, Nouvelle Vague {listen} King Volcano, Bauhaus {listen} Kiss, The, The Cure {listen}

L; Last Caress, Misfits {listen} Last One Standing, The, Ladytron {listen} Li’l Red Riding Hood, Sam the Sham and The Pharaohs {listen} Life in the Gladhouse, Modern English {listen} Lips Like Sugar, Echo and the Bunnymen {listen} Litanie des Saints, Dr. John {listen} Living Dead Girl, Rob Zombie {listen} Living Hell, Misfits {listen} London Dungeon, Misfits {listen} Lost Your Soul, Cliff and Ivy {listen} Love Like Blood, Killing Joke {listen} Love Song for a Vampire, Annie Lennox {listen} Lucretia, My Reflection, The Sisters Of Mercy {listen} Lullaby, The Cure {listen} Lyke Wake Dirge, Pentangle {listen}

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favourite music 2017

The affording of enormous weight to barely concealed fragility and vulnerability; when I pore over the contents of my iTunes from the last twelve or so months it’s plainly apparent that this is the hill I’ve elected to die on. Almost all the albums I found myself infatuated with at some point or another in 2017 meditated upon desire, the transience of romance, and the anguish that often accompanies its pursuit.

I’m acutely aware of how oddly this contrasts with my own life, which for the past almost-two-years has been romantically fulfilling in the way that my previous 25 absolutely weren’t. On this, I would say two things. First, that stability is elusive even (maybe especially?) for the most outwardly rose-coloured of us, and that maintaining relationship hygge takes compromise and is not easy, and for those reasons feelings of vulnerability are never far from the front of my mind; and, second, that it’s testament to the skill of certain songwriters and performers that their work was able to make this gay-ass conventionalist really feel something every now and again last year.

I wouldn’t want to suggest that I only just worked out that the theatrical presentation of desire is something I’m drawn to, but certainly there were some things in the past year that I really did begin to understand. Theatricality is often used in a critical sense as pejorative; something that is too extra, that goes too far, that is all tell and no show. Despite its predisposition towards excess, musical theatre has, for instance, always played out as sterile and spurious to me. (Sorry. And look at it this way, you don’t ever need to worry about getting me tickets to Hamilton). It’s so dramatic that it becomes too dramatic; your self-awareness isn’t allowed the chance to be suspended, even for a moment. An album like Lorde’s Melodrama makes its intentions apparent before you’ve even heard a note of it, but its theatrics (and there are many - think of the wailed chorus of “Writer In The Dark”, the gory car crash of “Homemade Dynamite”, the bridge in “Supercut” that accelerates like you’re on a bike rushing down a hill) are as easily consumed by sitting silently in tears as they are dancing, or walking, or lifting heavy weights, or running up a hill (to make or not to make a deal with God), or lying in blissful supta baddha konasana. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that hyperemotional vulnerability is for all seasons and for all hours of the day and I am now happy to welcome it into every aspect of my life.

I wrote over fifty blurbs for various songs on the Singles Jukebox last year. Some I loved, some I hated, what’s new. I wrote a blurb for “Praying”, Kesha’s first solo single in nearly five years, which turned out to be both the highest scoring song on the site for 2017 and the champion of my personal “list”. I sort of said all this already on the Jukebox, but my love for “Praying” lies nearly entirely in the way Kesha leans so heavily into her aphorisms, finding new ways to bring profundity to ostensibly simple lines like “I’m proud of who I am”. (Contrast this with most of Taylor Swift’s 2017 work, which forewent specific detail in favour of portentously loaded maxim, but forgot about nuance and came up mostly dry). When Kesha punctuates her sermon with a thunderous kick drum, it’s basically game over. As the stories of survivors of sexual assault, abuse and harassment began to dominate news media in the second half of the year, the song only gathered further resonance.  

Lorde’s album held court as my favourite for most of the year. A promo image released by Kelela at the beginning of August threatened a coup. The odds shortened a few days later upon the release of its lead single and the arrival of the full album at the beginning of October marked the tangible takeover. Take Me Apart is all juxtaposition, which when applied to albums is often code for jumbled quagmire, but here there’s too much attention to detail, steadfastness of narrative, and, er, feeling, to get mixed up in anything like that. It see-saws between playful flirting, introspection, self-acceptance, control, loss of control, falling slowly through the sky, and falling fast through the abyss. I love it so much. It’s also very queer and very Black. Support Black queer art! Especially when it’s this well crafted.

Aside from all THAT, my favourite things in music last year were Moses Sumney’s Tiny Desk Concert, attending the Lorde show in the Botanic Gardens,  the line “every single day I fight another war; every single night I feel more powerful!” in Rina Sawayama’s “Take Me As I Am”, and Rihanna telling Diplo his music sounded like a “a reggae song at an airport”.

My ten favourite songs of 2017 were:

1. Kesha “Praying” - as above and here;

2. Lorde “Green Light” - see here. The score given, however, is wrong. Add another point.

3. Sigrid “Strangers” - see here. I can’t wait until she’s everywhere and everyone knows her; her potential to me scans as “unlimited / infinite / fucking enormous, if it must be quantifiable”.

4. MUNA “I Know a Place”. The album version is acceptable but I’m also partial to this live one, which involves some changes to the lyrics.

5. Tove Lo “Disco Tits”. Like a wonky, filthy Kylie B-side played underwater.

6. Kelela “Turn To Dust”. Refer also to the first set of songs below. She didn’t play this at her concert this week, which is lucky, because otherwise its title may have proved prophetic.

7. Nilüfer Yanya “Baby Luv” - see here. See also dirgey diatribe above re: vulnerability.

8. Rae Morris “Do It” - I’ve become more and more besotted with this as time has passed and am not sure whether I’m most impressed by a) the wordplay b) the ping-ponging percussion in the second verse c) the subtle yet giant switch-up halfway through d) the soaring vocals or e) managing all of the above in less than 3 and a half minutes.

9. Rina Sawayama “Alterlife” - it did not take me long to request for lamination of a stan card for a popstar who loves key changes and here deftly incorporates influences as diverse as the Need For Speed soundtrack, Samantha Mumba and Madonna at her glassiest.

10. Tove Styrke “Mistakes” - see here. I’m ready for her to run away with 2018, in or out of a wedding dress.

Aside from those, here are some other songs I enjoyed in 2017, variously categorised and (with the “top 10″) collected in a Spotify playlist, located here:

Songs that can make you feel like you’re floating slowly heavenward

Björk “Arisen My Senses”

Charli XCX “Track 10”

Julie Byrne “Natural Blue”

Julien Baker “Appointments”

Moses Sumney “Quarrel”

Rae Morris “Do It (Nico Muhly Dance Remix)”

Sampha “(No One Knows Me) Like The Piano”

Sevdaliza “Loves Way”

Slowdive “Slomo”

St. Vincent “Slow Disco”

Susanne Sundfør “Undercover”

Dance music that I barely pay any attention to throughout the calendar year and then become unusually enthusiastic about come end-of-year-list season

Bicep “Vale”

Gerd Janson x Shan "Surrender”

Honey Dijon “Catch The Beat”

Jad & The “Strings That Never Win”

Kink “Perth”

Minor Science “Volumes”

Octo Octa “Adrift (Avalon Emerson’s Furiously Awake Version)”

Shanti Celeste “Make Time”

SW. “Untitled B2”

The xx “On Hold (Jamie xx Remix)”

Yaeji “Raingurl”

Songs for the summer gloaming

Charlotte Day Wilson “Doubt”

Daniel Caesar “Blessed”

Frank Ocean “Chanel”

Jessie Ware “Stay Awake, Wait For Me”

Ladi6 “Guru”

Rachel Foxx “Happen To Me”

Sampa The Great “Bye River”

Sevyn Streeter “Before I Do”

Syd “Body”

Tyler, The Creator “Garden Shed feat. Estelle”

Plaintive songs for grey afternoon walks

Alvvays “Dreams Tonite”

Amandla Stenberg “Let My Baby Stay”

HAIM “You Never Knew”

Kehlani “Advice”

Khalid “Winter”

Lana Del Rey “Love”

Laura Marling “Next Time”

Paramore “Forgiveness”

Perfume Genius “Die 4 You”

St. Vincent “Happy Birthday, Johnny”

SZA “Prom”

Taylor Swift “New Year’s Day”

Best bangers

Amber Mark “Heatwave”

Charli XCX “Lipgloss feat. Cupcakke”

Charli XCX “Porsche feat. MØ”

Charlotte Gainsbourg “Deadly Valentine”

Charly Bliss “Glitter”

Drake “Get It Together feat. Jorja Smith & Black Coffee”

Dua Lipa “New Rules”

Haiku Hands “Not About You”

Ibibio Sound Machine “Give Me A Reason”

ionnalee “Samaritan”

J. Balvin x Willy William “Mi Gente feat. Beyoncé”

J. Hus “Did You See”

Jessie Ware “Your Domino”

Jorja Smith x Preditah “On My Mind”

Kah-Lo “Fasta”

Kelela “Truth Or Dare”

Kendrick Lamar “LOYALTY. feat. Rihanna”

Kllo “Last Yearn”

Leikeli47 “Miss Me”

Lorde “Sober”

Maliibu Miitch “4AM”

Miguel “Banana Clip”

Nite Jewel “2 Good 2 Be True”

Paramore “Hard Times”

Phoenix “J-Boy”

Rina Sawayama “Take Me As I Am”

Ronika “Better Than Ever”

Rose Elinor Dougall “All At Once”

Sigrid “Don’t Kill My Vibe”

Stormzy “Big For Your Boots”

The Horrors “Something To Remember Me By”

Tove Lo “Shedontknowbutsheknows”

Whethan “love gang feat. Charli XCX”

Wolf Alice “Don’t Delete The Kisses”

Finally, here are thirty albums I loved last year. Onwards and upwards!

1. Kelela Take Me Apart

2. Lorde Melodrama

3. SZA Ctrl

4. Fever Ray Plunge

5. Charly Bliss Guppy

6. Wolf Alice Visions Of A Life

7. Rina Sawayama RINA

8. Jessie Ware Glasshouse

9. Tove Lo Blue Lips

10. Charli XCX Pop 2

11. MUNA about u

12. Moses Sumney Aromanticism

13. Sevdaliza ISON

14. St Vincent MASSEDUCTION

15. Susanne Sundfør Music For People In Trouble

16. Ibeyi Ash

17. Sampa The Great Birds & The Bee9

18. Kink Playground

19. Daniel Caesar Freudian

20. Bicep Bicep

21. Sophia Kennedy - Sophia Kennedy

22. Miguel War & Leisure

23. Laura Marling Semper Femina

24. Ibibio Sound Machine Uyai

25. Jen Cloher Jen Cloher

26. Dua Lipa Dua Lipa

27. The xx I See You

28. Honey Dijon The Best Of Both Worlds

29. Kesha Rainbow

30. Leikeli47 Wash & Set

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[blue-scorpion-king]

Jaw Horns, my idea for an mascot

//owo Cut to the chase here: Jaw Horns is an idea for an mascot for my blog, and in my future, stemming from an an old Art period high school project back in the day, which is basically put 2 or more objects in some order and draw that object, since I vaguely remember the project.

But still, I took an actual bull skull, with 2 halves of its lower jaw, put them in the eye sockets, looking like horns somewhat, put several objects around it, and took a photo to draw it on paper with pencil and ink, I think.

From that, that bull skull stayed burned into an place in my brain to current times and I think it should evolve into an mascot of mine. Though, right now, there is no visual for Jaw Horns. :P I know. It sucks.

So, basically, Jaw Horns is an 5′9″ tall eldritch humanoid being, with an four spinal neck cord supported bull skull head, with an complete lower jaw, and has just empty eye sockets. But, this being has 2 lower jaw bones melted together to make curving forward ‘horn’ with teeth, on each side of the color split head of Jawbones. One side of his head is orange and the other is black, split by the middle, while the robe he wears has an black front and an orange back, split horizontally by the middle, and his manteau, or evening cloak over that robe is completely black. On his forehead is an paint-filled-in carving of an white cross and an black upside down cross, with an diagonal hazel eye in the middle. Lastly, he wears orange sabatons, with black details & lining, which are an knight’s armored foot coverings, and his hands are just skin attached to bone, which the right has completely black skin and the left has completely orange skin.

Lastly, I imagine his voice being the same as Vincent Price’s voice, despite having no lips.

So, that’s that for Jaw Horns, my future mascot for basically everything I made and might make. Hope you like this idea and Jaw Horns himself. :3

Deviantart journal version: http://hades-hando.deviantart.com/journal/Jaw-Horns-my-idea-for-an-mascot-667950778

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Jaw Horns, who is my mascot, would be my JoJo Stand, if I could get one=:

1=Jaw Horns can break down/take apart/deconstruct target partially or completely into its parts. It can cause more damage, cause abnormal injuries, break down chemical changes and complex structures to their raw components, which does not goes to its fire from its combustion to fire manipulation ability. When I  am in an foul mood, this ability would deconstruct things into an jumbled, melted or glued mess of parts of things. But, this ability can’t deconstruct me, can’t outright kill living beings with deconstruction, may only be able to break down an object so far, the complexity of the object may be too advanced or complicated to break, and an object may be too tough to dismantle. Just like the opposite of Josuke’s Stand, Crazy Diamond.

2=Combustion Inducement, but heads to limited Fire Generation/Manipulation, not light, in only sharp and right angles.

Also, I should be careful around flammable objects, I can’t resist fire or thermal heat, lack of oxygen may prevent this ability to activate, not immune to the side effects, or byproducts, of fire, like smoke, weak against explosive negation, affected by my emotions, like anger or rage, which would make the fire stronger, but more dangerous around the area I am in, can be overpowered by ice, water, and/or cold, and I need oxygen, heat, and fuel for my fire generation, which would lead to fire manipulation.

2.5=Ash manipulation, branching from the combustion to fire manipulation, but only in sharp angles, with 3 twists to only the ashes, while I am stumbling, losing consciousness, or when I feel tired, replacing the fire at those states.

The ashes becomes stronger, faster, more durable, etc. when they are in an urban environment, even draws dust, rusted metals, including flakes, and mold from the urban environment, and burns those things until they turn into ashes.

Jaw Horns' manipulated ashes can manifest objects/ash-made 'ghosts' a target has left behind, given up, killed, experienced their passing, died with negative emotion at the time of death, or feels guilt toward, AND the guilt and other negative emotions in the room I am in, which can go all the way back to 1,100 years ago, manifested by Jaw Horns' ashes, which are invisible to me and others and only felt through the senses of my opponent, like an hallucination where the manifestations would harm my opponent, but not kill him/her.

These ash-made objects/'ghosts' would gradually split apart in flakes and get into the skin of the person, making their skin as white as an ghost, and more emotional/mental strain on his/her brain, if they don't fight it off or try to truly move on from this guilt.

Once the target makes contact with the ash-made object/'ghost', they instantly remember how and why they sacrificed it or feel guilt about it.

The ash would not survive being outside of an urban environment for long, this power is linked to the age and size of the room of the urban building I am in, and this activates only when I get tired, stumbles during fighting, or when I am losing conscious.

=-When ash absorbs water, it hardens, and Ultimate Burning burns even ashes into nothingness.

3-Super Strength} This Stand is able to punch. kick, slash, and pierce, through solid steel.

4-Godhand} This stand is able to punch, kick, slash, and pierce several times in rapid succession, often able to dish out thirty punches/kicks/slashes/piercing hands per second.

4.1-Jaw Horns need 3 meals worth of food and liquids, from me eating food and liquids, like water or flavored juice, to really stay active and be my side while in combat.

4.2-When I am unconscious, Jaw Horns becomes automatic to protect me from harm, while linked to my subconscious, while I am unconscious, and its range goes to 20 meters max.

:Jaw Horns Stand Grading/Parameters:

Destructive Power:] A

Speed:] A

Range:] D, to only 3 meters max (A, at 20 meters max when I become unconscious and my Stand goes into automatic 'protect my out cold self' mode until I wake up)

Durability/Staying:] C to B, when I am full and I have ate 3 meals worth of food and liquid.

Precision:] B

Development Potential/Learning:] A

Jaw Horns' battle roar, in its Vincent Price voice: Jauawrawrawrawrawrawrawrawrawrawrawrawrawrawrawrawrawrawrawrawrawrawrawrawrawrawrawrawra-JAUAWRA!!

~The Bat~

[gentlemenwhowritepoetry]

Mumbo Jumbo

This day

This winter. That brown river goes dry,

stagnates like a well. Dry leaves of dust. Ashes in the wind. Blank stares of paper. I cannot think. Neither can I write. The dawn clouds holding my pen hostage. A prisoner of its own misconceptions. Imagine what the world would be if the whole world was free?

     - Charles C Lino PharmD

About the Poet: Charles Lino is a Belizean American writer who is Garifuna. Garifuna (formerly known as Black Caribs) are a people who were exiled from the island of St Vincent in the late 1700’s. The Garifuna people now inhabit certain countries of Central America (Honduras, Guatemala, Belize, Nicaragua) and the United States.