#keshia art | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

galfridus1 · 5 years ago

Text

Family Portrait

@yuleira drew this amazing family portrait of the demon king, his wife Elizabeth (her OC) and their two sons a while back and she kindly let me write a bit of a piece to go with it. Thanks for letting me write your AU Keshia! You are wonderful to work with!

Shuffling his feet, Zeldris looked round the room, desperately seeking something to do, something, anything to focus on that might make time slip by. His clothes, so formal and at odds with the suits he normally wore, dug into his armpits and he stretched, trying to relieve the pain. He clutched a little harder at the silk in his hands, his eyes darting from the crimson of the material up to the high, vaulted ceiling covered in gold and so to the window through which a tempting streak of sunlight shone through, glowing rays picking out the embroidered curtains and the uneven stone of the walls. He bit the inside of his cheek to suppress a sigh. He longed to be out, away from this place, to feel the wind in his hair and the cold biting his ears and his nose as he soared through the sky.

“Zeldris! Stop fidgeting and pay attention.”

He started at the harsh bark, jumping a little into the air and his hearts racing full pelt. “Y-yes father,” he stuttered, panic subsiding a little as his mother rested her hand on his head. He looked up into her emerald eyes, her gloomy expression lifting with a reassuring smile and he returned it with a tentative one of his own.

“Why can't you be more like your brother?”

Zeldris swallowed at the rebuke in the king’s voice, fingers tightening around the fabric of his mother’s dress to scrunch it up in his fists. He wanted to cry. He was going to cry. But he could not - dare not - give way to the tears. He shot Meliodas a resentful glare, but his brother ignored him, staring straight ahead, face sombre and hands clutched behind his back. The awkward, starched tunic that was a twin of his own looked good on Meliodas, lying impeccably against his form. His brother looked like a prince. A real one. The competent, capable warrior, the demon prodigy who left fields soaking with the blood of their enemies, the star of their clan who surpassed even his exacting tutor’s high expectations. How could he ever hope to be more like his brother.

His mother bent her head towards him, casting a shadow over his face. “It will be over soon, sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice barely audible, a little comfort for him and for him alone. “Try and stay still. I love you.”

He nodded and started to turn to face the portrait painter who had been commissioned specially for the occasion, assuming a stance to mirror his brother’s. “No, stay where you are, if you would young sir,” the painter urged, his voice kindly. “If you will forgive me, your majesty,” the painter said to his father with a low bow, “the prince’s attitude is… usual for one of his age and his current position is natural enough. Besides, the contrast emphasises the authority of your heir. It’s clear you are the strength of the family and he is to be the one who’ll eventually succeed you. It will give our clan hope in your combined power and strength.”

The demon king frowned. “I do not agree with your logic,” he boomed and Zeldris saw the king’s fingers resting on his mother’s shoulder grip more tightly, digging into her. His mother did not flinch, gave no sign of anything amiss. “Zeldris may be deficient but he is yet the spare. He will be king should anything go wrong.”

“It will not go wrong, father.” The lump in Zeldris’s throat grew more painful. Meliodas had intoned the words without even shifting his gaze, without even sparing him a sideways peek.

For the first time that day the king let forth a chuckle. “Perhaps you are right,” he said a little more lightly. “Very well, so may it be,” he commanded. “Stay where you are Zeldris, and stop squirming about. Or you will face the night with no supper.”

“All is well, I have finished my preliminary sketch,” the artist said jovially, turning the canvas so the family could see. There they all were, faces hard and miserable, regal and authoritative. All that is except for his own, Zeldris noted. He looked unsure and a little upset.

“Very good,” the king declared. “As you say the contrast is clear.” He clapped Meliodas on the shoulder, giving his eldest son a rare nod of approval. “Now, you will both return to your tutors. And Zeldris,” he said coldly, the atmosphere chilling with his words. “You are on very thin ice. I advise you to excel at your lessons today.”

“Yes sir,” Zeldris managed to squeak out with a quick bow, before he took his chance to run out of the room.

#nnt #keshia art #meliodas #zeldris #demon king #oc - queen elizabeth #fanfiction #collab #you are so wonderful keshia thank you!

134 notes · View notes

poeticblkgiirl · 2 years ago

Text

Keshia Knight Pulliam, One Call Away, 2003

#keshia knight pulliam #blackgirlbeauty #black girl aesthetic #black girl art #early 2000s #2000sblackgirls #2000s aesthetic #2000s style

660 notes · View notes

kitsu-rei · 5 years ago

Photo

Thank you so much for @jacklynnfrost for collaborating with me! :3 it’s always so much fun working with you and you’re so talented and kind!

This is a birthday gift for @yuleira! A lovely story named ‘Too Late’ by Sam and a cover pic from me cwc hope you like it and happy Birthday!! You’re so nice and I love your artworks. You’re so so talented and amazingly kind, I’m very grateful to have you as a friend! :3

#nnt #sds #seven deadly sins #nanatsu no taizai #meliodas #elizabeth liones #melizabeth #meliodas x elizabeth #melizabeth AU #collab with Sam uwu #uwu #my art #Hbd Keshia!!#<3

57 notes · View notes

retropunch · 4 years ago

Video

youtube

The Last Dragon (1985) - trailer

In New York City, a young man searches for a Master to obtain the final level of martial arts mastery known as the Glow.

1 note · View note

puckngrind · 2 years ago

Text

Vera: Summer exchange - N. MacKinnon

Well, this is my first exchange and I'd like to thank @antoineroussel for putting this together. I wrote this for @crosbyscurls and I hope you like it. I tried to add your favorite in here without actually writing him. haha.

This fic is set post-Stanley Cup win 2022. Features OC, Vera and recent Stanley cup champ, Nathan.

The POV changes throughout and is noted by the characters names.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of Sid (yeah, that's only a warning for me)

Word count: 3k

Summer 2022

-+Vera+-

I was attempting to zone out and take a nap next to the pool. My best friend, Keshia, came with me to the exclusive resort partly as a distraction and partly to celebrate graduating. We had been best friends since suffering through Economics 101 Freshman year then became roommates while finishing our four years at University of Colorado in Denver. She was trying her best at the distraction aspect but all I could think about was how I had no plan for what to do next with my life and the lovely pool of sweat gathering on my lower back.

“I swear the sun is hotter here.” Keshia’s voice broke through my inner thoughts. She was sipping on whatever the sexy bartender she was clearly hitting on mixed up for her.

“We are at the equator, Kesh. Seriously, that history degree is really helping you out there, isn’t it?” The sass dripped over every word as I peered at her from under my wide brimmed hat. She did in fact have a history degree while I switched from a business degree to art history sophomore year after spending most of my non-class hours in the studio. I didn’t necessarily need to create the art but I loved being around it. Learning how it came to be and the story behind the piece. Switching from the very safe business field my father had insisted I go into to the unstable and unpredictable career path I had chosen was exactly why I was laying at this gorgeous resort with my best friend. I was also, in fact, very much heart broken. The trip was planned with the man I thought I would spend the rest of my life with. When he ended it very unexpectedly right before graduation, Keshia decided my dream of going to the Maldives before we parted ways in different cities was exactly what we would do.

“We are here to distract the hell out of you, Vee, so why don’t you take a look around at all the eye candy we have to choose from.” She moved her tone arm as if she wanted me to select from an array of desserts. I shifted my upper body to look around. I scanned the surrounding area and my eye caught sight of what I’m sure couldn’t be. Nathan. There was no way he would be here. He just won the Stanley Cup. I was sure he would head home from Denver after the celebrations. I shook my head knowing I must’ve been seeing things. He broke my heart right before the playoffs started. The arrival of my denim jacket the girls all ordered absolutely sent me over the edge which was when Keshia got to planning this trip to get me out of Denver and out of my head. She even used her trust fund to pay for everything which I admently tried to stop her at every step of the planning process. I would’ve been happy going anywhere but she knew the Maldives was the dream even if the man I was dreaming it with wasn’t here.

“The heat is messing with me.” I shifted up on my lounger quickly. “I’m going to cool off in the water for a minute.” I pointed to the area only feet from her and she nodded in approval.

+-Nathan-+

I finally found Sid and Kathy at a cabana near the pool. Kathy was stretched across a lounge chair in the sun while Sid was sitting up behind her, his feet placed under her chest. Why the fuck was I the third wheel with them always was beyond me! Sid insisted I joined them to celebrate my first cup. Honestly, I think he wanted someone to work out with while Kathy hit the spa.

“Hey.” Sid didn’t even look up from his book when I plopped down next to him. I was attempting to figure out how to stretch out my very pale legs to catch some of the sun Kathy was laying in when she moved her legs slightly.

“Thanks.” I mumbled. They were like my older siblings, honestly. Knew me better than most.

“Have you two gotten in the pool yet?” I attempted to start some sort of conversation. Sid was the king of letting silence happen but when it was quiet, I started to think about shit I did not want to think about. The playoffs was a good distraction from thinking about-

“Is that Vera?” Kathy’s voice shattered through my internal monologue. She was sitting up slightly and nodded at the pool. I swallowed hard and attempted to look in the direction she was motioning looking for the milk chocolate skin I knew every inch of. Sure enough, there she was, leaning against the side of the shallow end of the pool. Water dripped down the end tails of her bikini top as she was chatting with Keshia. I tried to steer my brain from remembering untying those same end tails in the hot tub during all star break. Fuck. I cleared my throat and realized Kathy had gone back to laying her head down while Sid was staring into my soul.

“I guess that could be her. Not sure how…” I stopped talking. Lost in thought of how I told her we needed to go our separate ways. Knew she wouldn’t take the internship in New York if we were together. I focused on the playoff run which was easy to do.

“You should go talk to her.” Kathy didn’t move her face but was clear as day from her tanning position.

“Nah. I should leave her alone. She wouldn’t wanna talk to me anyway.” I glanced back up to see her dipping back in and lifting up slightly on the pool’s ledge. My thoughts were going to be the death of me.

“Maybe you should. I still think you love her.” Kathy answered.

“I had my reasons for leaving.” I pressed my fingers to the bridge of my nose willing my dick to stop acting on its own accord.

“Still, Nate.” Kathy elbowed Sid which made me chuckle.

“Your brain may think leaving her was the best for both of you but your dick has other ideas.” Sid dryly said, causing Kathy to pop up. “Don’t you fucking dare woman!” He ordered her as I adjusted myself.

“I was turning over darling.” Kathy giggled. “If Nate isn’t ready to go talk to Vera, he doesn’t have to. Even though I was pretty sure they would take the walk down the aisle before us.” Her jab made me laugh out hard and loud. She was the only person who could get under Sidney Crosby’s skin and I loved her for it. Sid grumbled under his breath as I took a moment to look at Vera again. She was staring straight at me. Holy fucking hell what do I do? My first thought was to wave, then I thought I should go say hi. Kathy kicked my legs off to the ground making my decision for me.

“Stop being awkward Nathan and go at least say hi.” She pushed at my calf muscle then gave a look to Sidney.

“Yeah, maybe at least acknowledging that you see each other is best.” Sid nodded.

I got to my feet and looked to see which way would be easier to head over to her. She had jumped out of the water. That perfect ass was on full display as she leaned over Keshia. I started walking around the pool, my head down as I focused on attempting to keep it cool. I looked up to see Keshia sitting alone and Vera almost to the resort doors. Was she really running from me?

“Nate?” I heard Keshia’s voice faintly as I took off. I would not run and make a scene but damn it I was going to at least say hi. My long strides allowed me to get to Vera before she hit the doors to the hotel’s main area.

“Vee, wait!” I wasn’t even sure I said it out loud but then she turned towards me. All those feelings that I suppressed for almost three months came rushing over me catching my tongue as those gorgeous caramel eyes met mine. She was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever set my eyes on. The memory of the day we met when I was doing a team charity function at the studio she was working at came flooding back. She stopped me in my tracks then too with how stunning she is. Not like the over make-uped, fake everything girls that throw themselves at myself and my teammates whenever they can. No, Vera was natural in every way and it took me forever to prove how absolutely attracted I was to her. Yet it wasn’t her looks I fell in love with. No, they were just an added bonus to the intelligent, funny, compassionate women that stole my heart.

“Well, this is awkward.” She mumbled kicking at the ground. “I’m just gonna…” She turned away from me and my brain and mouth connected.

“No, please don’t!” I almost shouted even though she was right there. When she turned back around with that eyebrow up, I knew I only had moments before she would bolt.

-+Vera+-

For someone who crushed me into a million pieces just a few months ago, I should’ve slapped him and kept going towards my room. I should’ve but there was something in his eyes, the way his muscles flexed as his eyes drank me in that made me cross my arms under my breasts and hear Nathan out.

“Nate, why are you here?” I broke our silence finally. There was an edge to my voice that even I was shocked when it emerged.

“Uh, well, I… I was gonna ask you the same thing.” He started awkwardly moving his hands around. “Sid and Kathy convinced me to come. Celebrate and all.” He swallowed hard and I couldn’t help but watch that delicious Adam’s apple bob up and down.

“Yes, congrats on the cup. I’m sure your parents are so damn proud.” I attempted not to wince at the feelings rushing through me. “Keisha and I are celebrating graduation before she bolts from Denver.” Nathan’s calculated face shifted. He looked down at me puzzled.

“Aren’t you bolting too? Your internship should be starting soon, right?” He rubbed the back of his neck and my eyes trailed the taunt muscles in his arm before staring into those gray eyes that sparkled blue in the sun.

“I’m staying in Denver.” My voice didn’t even sound like mine.

“Wait, what? I… you… New… fuck.” For someone who spoke to the public on the regular, he wasn’t making any sense right now. He shook his head as if to correct his brain. “That internship was your in, Vee. Why turn it down?” There was the confident man I loved.

“Well, Denver offered me a temporary position that was the same as New York but I am getting paid. Hopefully it turns into a permanent position. You’d know that if you hadn’t–”

“If I didn’t smash both of our hearts by ending it.” He interrupted me. Wait, what did he say, both? I felt the tears prick the side of my eyes. No, I would NOT cry in public, because of Nathan Fucking MacKinnon. Nope. Damn.

I turned back towards the building. “It was good to see you Nate but I gotta go.” I moved quickly hoping he wouldn’t follow me. He knew me enough to know that crying in public was something I could not handle. Not one bit. I took a breath once I reached our suite not realizing I was holding it while running away from Nate. I needed to shower off not only the pool but the encounter. The scalding hot water was only a temporary relief. I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel then made my way throughout our suite. Keisha didn’t hold out on this trip and while I hated her for it, I also loved the fact that she knew what I needed. A knock on the door startled me. I clutched my towel then realized it must be Keisha and she forgot her key.

“Forget your key, Kesh?” I sang as I opened the door. I almost dropped my towel when Nathan’s body engulfed the space, not my best friends.

+-Nathan-+

Lord help me, Vera answered the door in a towel and I was still just in my swim trunks that did very little to hide the raging hardon that sprung to life. Her eyes were glued to mine and her mouth hung open.

“Can we talk?” I found the courage to say, awkwardly clutching my wrist to avoid and attempting to think of anything non-sexual to control myself.

“Why?” Her tone was hurtful.

“Because I’m sorry. Because I’m a dumbass. Because I did something I thought would help you but it hurt us both. Because, damn it, Vee. Because I fucking still love you and I hope the feeling is mutual.” She didn’t say anything but moved to the side to let me in. She motioned to the couch and shuffled herself with clothes in hand to the bathroom. Shutting the door hard. Not like I hadn’t seen her gorgeous body naked a million times over the years. I dreamed about those curves of her hips and getting lost in those sexy as hell thighs she was so damn self conscious about but I loved biting the meaty flesh of.

“I’d thought you’d be home by now and I would be safe on this trip.” She hadn’t fully emerged from the bathroom but opened the door.

“Sid thought I needed to celebrate.” I swear we had this conversation.

“Congrats, really.” She moved to sit on the chair across from me.

“I wish you would’ve been there.” I blurted out.

“Well, you made damn sure I wasn’t, didn’t ya?” Feisty Vee was back and ready to fight.

“Look, Vera. I’m a dumb hockey player who thought that you wouldn’t go to New York for that internship if I trapped you in Denver with me. This life. My life. It doesn’t have to be yours. You belong doing your art thing in one of the biggest cities with the most exposure you can. I did this for you.” I huffed out.

“For me?!?!” She gripped the side of the chair. “Why in the fuck would you not just talk to me? This life. Your life. If you hadn’t noticed, Nathan, it was my life too. We were doing life together. You broke my heart for me? For ME?” She was pissed and I sat there knowing she wasn’t done. “It would be easier to go to New York. Not see your damn face everywhere I turned. See the happy Nathan MacKinnon holding the damn cup he’d been dreaming about since he could remember. Fuck, Nate. You and our friends have enedated the city I love and part of me was so happy for you. The other part wanted to throw up because I couldn’t handle it any more.”

“I’m..” She growled at me and I stopped.

“Stop apologizing, Nathan. We should be happy and on this trip in paradise together but you took it upon yourself to make a choice for us without consulting ME!” Vera’s mouth was angry but there was something in her eyes that made me realize something.

“Could we try again? Not go back to where we were, but start over?” Would she even consider me worthy of her love again? I don’t know. We sat there in silence for longer than I had hoped. I watched her process what I said. She shifted her foot under her ass and I had to shift myself again so I didn’t look like I was only after one thing. Finally she spoke.

“There is so much hurt, Nate but…” There was a but and I bit my lip trying like hell not to interrupt her. “But, while you hurt me, and that pain won’t disappear any time soon, I do still love your dumbass.” I dropped to my knees and crawled like a child over to the chair she occupied. My heart pounding in my chest that I’m sure she heard it.

“Vee?” I placed my hands on the armrests. She looked down at me with a look I knew too well. She was hiding but there was some mischief in that caramel swirling around. “Vee?” I said again because I wasn’t sure her name actually left my tongue the first time. “Baby, forgive me. Let’s start over. Let’s do this right. Open communication. None of my bullshit trying to save you from this hard ass life of the hockey world. We take it on together.” She placed a finger on my lips. The spark flew through my skin as I stared up at her.

“Nathan Raymond, would you stop babbling.” She snickered. I was pouring my heart out. Apologizing trying to win her back and she snickered at me. I nodded and she pulled her finger away. “I don’t want to start over. I want to continue. Yes, we need to be open and honest with each other. Frankly, until you broke up with me I thought we had that.”

“We did. I’m a fool.” I closed my eyes realizing how foolish I really was. “So?”

“So, do you have a room WITH Sid or alone?” My eyes flashed open and her sinister grin was plastered across her beautiful face.

“I have my own room. Why?” I let my hand slide to her knee. I missed her so much the contact took my breath away and it was just her knee.

“Because it Keisha comes back, I don’t need her seeing us fucking.” I swallowed my tongue and Vera laughed. “I’m still mad at you but you’ve been hard since our eyes met down at the pool and frankly I haven’t had a good orgasm since you left me.”

“Sex isn’t the bandage we need to heal, Vee.” Why was my mouth saying words my dick was angry about? “Wait, you’ve had orgasms since we split?” She giggled again.

“Sex doesn’t fix us but we are damn good at it. My vibrating buddy isn’t the same.” She stood and held out a hand to me. She was right about us being good at it. The woman knew how to make me a needy, wanting, mess of a man. I stood. Our bodies were so close that I could breathe her in again. All coconut, vanilla, and pure Vera.

“How about I kiss you and we start there?” I asked. My hand started its way to her neck to pull her into me. The nod she gave me was all I needed. Our lips crashed together. The months apart. The hurt and pain was still there but the love was too. Vera was everything. She was my resting place. My anchor. I would kiss her forever if she let me. She felt like home. My home. Forever.

#summer fic exchange 2k22 #nate mackinnon #nate the great 29 #K's OCs #Nathan mackinnon fic

43 notes · View notes

mallemagic · 5 years ago

Photo

Okay, this became an very orange illustration 😂😂 a little gift for @yuleira ! Her OC Kian has his birthday today 😁 I hope you like it, Yuleira! 🧡🧡🧡 . . . . . #oc #illustration #kian #bday #yuleira #keshia #animemanga #fanart #art https://www.instagram.com/p/B80anoUFTWI/?igshid=1nkdymb6n1das

#oc #illustration #kian #bday #yuleira #keshia #animemanga #fanart #art

0 notes

transformativeworksandcultures · 4 years ago

Text

TWC 35: Fan Pedagogies

Transformative Works and Cultures, No. 35, Fan Studies Pedagogy, edited by Paul Booth and Regina Yung Lee (March 15, 2021)

Editorial

Paul Booth&Regina Yung Lee, Fan studies pedagogies

Theory

Lauren Rouse, Fan fiction comments and their relationship to classroom learning

Linda Zygutis, Affirmational canons and transformative literature: Notes on teaching with fandom

Ellen Wright, Exploring film history by using fandom as a pedagogical tool

Ross Peter Garner, Acafan identity, communities of practice, and vocational poaching

Praxis

Erika Romero, Including new media adaptations and fan fiction writing in the college literature classroom

Keshia Mcclantoc, Students as fan, or Reinvention and repurposing in first-year writing classrooms

Dominic J. Ashby, Evaluating fandom: Using blogging and a grade contract to promote fan labor in the classroom

Connor Dyer, Critical pedagogy and visual culture art education in a cosplay-based curriculum

Kimon Keramidas&Fiona Haborak, Context, cosplay, and (re)configurations: Centering the geek at the heart of science fiction pedagogy

Symposium

Júlia Zen Dariva, Second language vocabulary acquisition through fan fiction on the Archive of Our Own

Lori Morimoto, Paul Booth, Ross Garner, Melanie E. S. Kohnen, Bethan Jones, E. J. Nielsen, Louisa Ellen Stein, & Rebecca Williams, Toward a queered and/as affective theory of fandom

Crystal S. Anderson, Transcultural fan studies in practice: A conversation

Kathryn Conrad&Jamie Hawley, Fandom and pedagogy in a time of pandemic

Yang Lai, Chinese celebrity fans during the Covid-19 pandemic

Multimedia

Lori Morimoto, Alternative pedagogies at Fan Studies Network North America 2020

Effie Sapuridis, Wealth and heteronormative romance tropes in Harry Potter fan fiction

Daiana Sigiliano&Gabriela Borges, Creative production of Brazilian telenovela fans on Twitter

Steven Greenwood, Broadway YouTubers and musical theater fandom

Rick Pulos, Madonna and her multicultural fan community

Vitoria Ferreira Doretto, The reviewer's role in Brazilian K-drama fan subs

Aianne Amado, A brief review of fan studies in Brazil

Review

Carissa Baker, "Theme park fandom: Spatial transmedia, materiality and participatory cultures," by Rebecca Williams

JSA Lowe, "Everybody hurts: Transitions, endings, and resurrections in fan cultures," ed. Rebecca Williams

#TWC #OTW #Fan Studies Pedagogies #Fan Studies

76 notes · View notes

selaone · 3 years ago

Photo

CRACK IV (Lost Juke-Footwork Compilation) [2021]

DL: https://mega.nz/file/ldAzHDpR#Fi5sJt0aLqgAmMfhUb5fu8VJ8ARWERgAQUXy5WNFJjY

Listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcZIxCOOaKc

DL Vol I - III (Updated, 2022) :

https://mega.nz/file/UV5w1ZZJ#TAMffZXelazPPyPfSu2oG8qdwCbWX_ozDzpTuaLe-4A

https://mega.nz/file/dNQBGLpJ#BGXPyT8oTotGz353_h_qnY-jUQROKFf61f9cOLPdvVA

https://mega.nz/file/pQ4HiAYb#MtxuXF79trkT3R0oogkB0eoUZPlZ873t9sZsMZtcfkI

___

Welcome -

Coming almost 10 years after the release of the original compilations -

I am excited to share with you the 4th installment of the 'CRACK' Juke/Footwork series: 'CRACK IV' A selection of 60 lost tracks circa 2007 - 2010, once again keying in on the myspace era of this genre.

As stated on the original post back in 2013: - The point of these compilations was “to receive a non-jaded representation of what juke / footwork sounds like (or, better yet, sounded like during this time) (not the trap / UK-influenced sound).”

This is still my intent.

The other main goal here is to make these tracks accessible to the original DJs/Producers that lost their work - (this has been one of the most important parts of me puting this together). -

I really hope you enjoy - and a huge thank you to the person that helped make this possible

- SELA. _____

tracklist:

01 - Let Me Kno - DJCH0PPA 02 - I Can't - Black Boi and Vell 03 - T-JaY RoLLiN ReMiX - T-Jay 04 - HIT THEM WORKS - DJ RODON 05 - Damn Gurl Dat Bak Is Fat - DJ Elmoe 06 - Look in my Eyes2010 - DJ SHAWN 07 - Steady Crack - DJ Khiry 08 - 2008 TRAX YOU DIG - DJ LLOYD 09 - DJ CIVIC 08 - DJ CIVIC 10 - Battle In Da Circle - DON DON 11 - Uma Beast - DJ Flame 12 - MAKE LOVE - DJ Rah Rah 13 - The Business - DJ Cellaz 14 - I CNT SLEEP - Phaze 15 - JB - DJ L.A. 16 - Are Last Words - DJ Nell 17 - ClOSER - DON DON 18 - Dunn Da DuNT - DJ Nate 19 - CHUCKY TRACK - DJ RODON 20 - PANIC COM ON - DJ PANIC 21 - FEELiiN U - DJ Jay-H 22 - DJ VON (KOK CD) - DJ VON 23 - Don't Get Boxed Out - DJ Khiry 24 - DJ LLOYD 2008 TAKE OVER KIIIID - DJ LLOYD 25 - WHATS A GOON TO A GOBLIN - DJ KREEP 26 - HALO TRACK - DJ MELL 27 - Ghost Get Difficult - Bishop 28 - Feeling - DJ Rah Rah 29 - PUMP THEM - DJ RON DA DON 30 - SOUND 4 KICK - DJ C-KILLA 31 - Get Buck Gurl - DJ KMAN 32 - One Rep - Bishop 33 - Night Pianos - DJ L.A. 34 - BURN THAT - DJ Kellen 35 - KuSH - T-Jay 36 - Purple(snippet) - Black Boi and Vell 37 - take em out the circle pt 2 - DJ Yoshi 38 - Keshia Cole Trust 09 - DJ Frankie 39 - BALL A BITCH UP PT. 2 - DJ Lil Jay 40 - Godzilla Horns - DJ C-Lo 41 - No Realer - DJ Spook 42 - Da-Da-Do Bakin Time! - DJ Nate 43 - Turn em up - DJ Atari 44 - WolfPack2010 - DJ SHAWN 45 - crack track - DJ Lil Ant 46 - You A Jerk Freakin.mp3 - DJ Fatman 47 - Clips from Re-Turn of Choppa - DJCH0PPA 48 - Dat Ass snippet ft College Boi Flocka - Black Boi and Vell 49 - Whistle - DJ F50 50 - BUS DOWN - DJ WHITE OWL 51 - MAKE HIM BANG - DJ LLOYD 52 - ITS NOT - DJ D MAN 53 - Ready or not - DJ Deadman 54 - DJ L.A. (KOK CD) - DJ L.A. 55 - Track 9 Mix - DJ Jay-H 56 - WHATS GOOD FOOTWORK TRACK - D-JAY D~LO 57 - Scary Wurkz - DJ Curtdog 58 - Watch Ya Mouth - Bishop 59 - Never Forget - DJ Nell 60 - Sneak peak 08Spring - Phaze

Cover Art edited by SELA.

!!! - [Please search the artists and songs included in these files to support via Bandcamp or other streaming platforms. Links will be added when found. Also see the attached image of the ‘Footwork Family Tree’ for more info. ❤︎ to all]

____

*Note: Possible misinfo maybe for the track '18 - Dunn Da DuNT - DJ Nate', just doesn't sound like a DJ Nate track but not sure. *Track '46 - You A Jerk Freakin.mp3 - DJ Fatman' was found with this info but 'DJ Keisha' tag can be heard on the song.

_____

ORIGINAL POST - CRACK I - III / READ MORE: https://selaone.tumblr.com/post/182514691928/crack-i-iii-the-lost-juke-footwork https://pitchfork.com/thepitch/644-footworks-forgotten-archives-are-making-the-best-compilations-youve-never-heard/

❤︎

#CRACK #Juke #Footwork #Compilation #chicago #CRACK IV #2007 #2010 #2009 #2021 #SELA.

28 notes · View notes