#Hau my beloved my baby boy

[nalgenewhore]

a happy life

“Ellie,” whispered a little little voice, along with a teeny baby hand softly patting her arm where it hung off the edge of the mattress, “Ellie, morning time.” 

A smile crept onto her face and she cracked her eyes open, looking into Kohana’s wide ones. “Good morning, ves’tacha. Did you sleep good?” She lifted the duvet and turned onto her side, shifting under the heavy arm slung over her waist. “Come here, Ko.” 

He shook his head, “Híŋhaŋi.” Elide sighed softly and nodded, slowly sitting up and swinging her legs to the side. Lorcan shifted and whined low in his throat but stayed asleep. “I hung-y.” The little one hadn’t exactly gotten the hang of ‘r’s’ yet. 

She smiled at the toddler and stood up, stretching her arms above her head before she picked him up and propped him on her hip. “Si tut bocklo?” 

Kohana nodded decisively, that fierce frown of his appearing on his brow when a piece of his hair escaped the two braids he slept in every night and tickled his little button nose. Smiling, Elide brushed it back for him and kissed his forehead, “Let’s go get you something to eat, baby.” 

He nodded his head sleepily and though she would like to have taken him back to bed, knowing he would be cranky and difficult later, she also knew that the little one had a stubborn streak rivaling his father’s and any effort would be in vain. Her heart melted as he snuggled into her and rested his head on her shoulder. “Want aǧúyapi.” 

“Mm, and jam?” 

“Mm mm. Just toast. An’ mni.” He squirmed in her arms, indicating he wanted down and Elide set him on his feet, his hand slipping into hers as they arrived at the top of the stairs and started to walk down. 

Kohana was careful on the steps, making sure he had two feet on the same stair before stepping down to the next. Elide smiled down at him, “Good job, Ko.” They reached the third step from the bottom and Kohana stopped, waiting until she was on the floor before launching himself into her arms. “Oof, you’re getting big.” 

“I tanka hoksǐla now,” he told her decisively, giggling when she pressed her nose to his and bounced him before setting him down on one of the barstools and turning to start on his plain toast and water. “Ellie, até ištíŋmA?” 

“Yeah, baby, Daddy’s sleeping.” she answered, filling up a cup for him from the tap and setting it down on the marble countertop, “Be careful.” She watched for a second as Kohana, with great caution, took the cup and held it with two hands and drank a sip before putting it back down. 

“Toast, pease.” The ‘l’ sound was usually hit-or-miss with Kohana. 

Elide smiled and got out the toaster and bread, “Thank you asking nicely, ves’tacha.”

“Tó, Ellie.” 

They lapsed into a gentle silence. Kohana was a child of few words, observant and reserved like his father, those dark eyes of his not missing a thing. Elide didn’t mind the silence; she savoured any moment spent with him whether they spoke or not. 

A few minutes later, she put his plain toast on a plate, cut into triangles just as he liked it. Elide put a small dish of peanut butter next to his plate, knowing he, when feeling rather wild, would dip his toast into it. 

She filled the coffee pot with water and turned when Kohana made a little noise, pushing his plate away and holding his arms up, “Wapahi, ičhé.” His hands opened and closed in a grabbing motion until Elide walked around the counter to him and picked him up again, holding him close as he cuddled into her and nestled his head into her neck, content to stay here as she puttered around the kitchen. 

“What do you wanna do today, Ko?” 

“Art.” He liked it when Elide brought him to the museum with her. It was quiet there and nobody bothered him when he was in her office, colouring or doing something else. The paintings were his favourites and when no one was looking, Elide would let him touch them gently, his little finger tracing over the texture of oil paints. His eyes went so big and wide when he took in all of the artworks, travelling over each and everything, never once stopping. “I see art.” 

“Okay, baby, we’ll go see the art.” She smiled again, she seemed to always smile with Kohana, when he made a happy noise and wiggled joyfully, giggling again when she tickled his side. “After I have my coffee, we’ll go wake your Daddy and get dressed, alright?” 

“Mm hmm,” he hummed, playing with the delicate silver chain around her neck, two letter pendants hanging from it - ‘K’ for Kohana and ‘L’ for Lorcan. “Bake cookie?” 

She chuckled and kissed his head, “We made cookies yesterday, Ko, did you forget?” 

“Hàŋ,” he nodded, lifting his head and spying the container on the island, “Cookie!” 

“Later, baby, it’s still morning time.” 

Kohana pouted and rested his head back on her shoulder, crossing his arms tightly. “I want cookie now.” 

“We'll get cookies later, Ko. After art,” she whispered, turning at the sound of someone walking down the stairs. Lorcan smiled at the sight of them, clad in a pair of low slung sweats and nothing else, save for the tattoos gracing his brown skin. “Well, well, well, look who finally decided to join us.” 

Rolling his eyes, Lorcan walked over to her and tipped her chin up, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, “Good morning, mahasani.” 

“Híŋhaŋni láȟčiŋ, até,” said Kohana, waving his fist at his father. 

Lorcan chuckled and turned to his son, “Hau, wakanyeja, tókheškhe yaún he?” Kohana reached for him and Elide kissed his chubby cheek before passing him over and turning back to her coffee. 

“Waste, Daddy. Going art later.” With that, Kohana managed to wiggle himself free from his father’s arms and jumped to the floor, racing off into his playing room. Elide turned to Lorcan and giggled when he pulled her close to him with his hands circling her waist. 

Her laughter melted into a soft moan when he trailed his lips over her neck, pressing biting kisses into her fair skin. “I’ll take Ko with me today, unless you had plans?” Elide bit her bottom lip as his teeth grazed over her pulse and he stood up straight. 

“No, yeah, that’s good, I have a couple meetings and I was gonna see if you would take him, so that works out perfect.” 

Elide tucked his hair behind his pierced ear, the tips of her fingers brushing against the cold silver hoops piercing the soft shell of it, “When do you think you’ll be home?” 

“Not too late, around six.” 

A little body crashed into her legs, chubby arms wrapping around her knees, “Art time?” 

They laughed and looked down at Kohana, his brow wrinkling as he wondered why they laughed. Elide nodded, “Yes, but first we need to get you dressed, my love.” 

He nodded and turned to the stairs, hurrying to them but when he got there, he took them one at a time, making sure he had two feet on one step before carefully moving on to the next. He had one arm stretched all the way up, his little fingers just barely grazing the banister and the other arm held out in caution, in case he tripped. “I’ll go help him,” whispered Lorcan, his lips brushing against her forehead before he took off, easily overtaking his son with long strides and scooping him up, throwing the little one over his shoulder. 

Kohana squealed and laughed loudly, wiggling over his father’s shoulder; he smiled wildy down at Elide and closed and opened his hand in a wave. She waved back at him, smiling until father and son disappeared from view and even then, her wide smile didn’t fade as something she’d never realized settled. 

This was a happy life. 

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@mythicaitt @kandasboi @schmlip-scribble @the-regal-warrior @westofmoon @empire-of-wildfire @rhysands-highlady​ @city-of-fae​ @shyvioletcat​ @alifletcher2012​ @tangledraysofsunshine​ @ttakeitbacknoww​ @tswaney17​ @ourbooksuniverse​ @flora-and-fae​ @thesirenwashere​

Translations: 

Romany (i use Romany for Blackbeak) 

Ves’tacha: Beloved

Si tut bocklo: Are you hungry?

Lakota (i use Lakota for Lorcan’s native tongue)

Híŋhaŋi: Morning 

Aǧúyapi: Bread (i couldn’t find the word for toast) 

Mni: Water

Tanka: Big

Hoksǐla: Boy

Até: Father 

IštíŋmA: Sleep

Tó: You’re welcome

Wapahi: Pick up

Ičhé: Please

Hàŋ: Yes

Mahasani: Term of endearment that translates to ‘my other skin’ 

Híŋhaŋi Láȟčiŋ: Good Morning

Hau, wakanyeja, tókheškhe yaún he: Hi, child, how are you?

Waste: Good

#aww he's a cutie #elorcan #elide x lorcan #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #kohana salvaterre #isa writes #nalgenewhore

[mcneyhoney]

PSA!

WELL LADS IT’S OFFICIAL  i will be moving nox  ( @strcngemercy​ )  to this blog and making it a multi!!!  now while stef will remain the blog’s main muse and tbh nox will probably only appear for certain threads and what not he’s here! and i will  (eventually)  be adding pages w his backstory  ( which i will leave a synopsis of under the cut )  SO that being said ---  

like for a starter from nox! 

OH THIS BOY IS MY BABY 

here we have   nox dean,   a 23 year old irish boy currently living in new york - harlem, to be exact. kids had a hard aul life what with his dad being fuckin’ nuts and killing his sister, mam committing suicide because of it and then dad proceeding to spend nine years of nox’s life beating, sexually abusing, and keeping nox locked in his bedroom for the majority of his time.

his dad was involved with some shady fellas in new york and if you’re familiar with stefani then you’ll know about   the haus  ( big ol’ secret crime organisation - drugs, prostitution, human trafficking, all that bad shizz )  WELL sure didn’t nox’s da only fuckin sell the kid to the guy that runs the haus!

since then nox has been a drug runner for the organisation, dabbling in prostitution when the bills pile up. 

bits to know:

he is illiterate, never been to any kind of school for more than a week addicted to heroin and is always either doped or stoned  never goes anywhere without his beloved great dane Scooby  there’s intelligence in there somewhere, but not in ways you’d expect 

#show my baby some love! #ooc #psa!

[dreadhaus-literature]

{January Collection} #6

An Old Lover’s Hands

Monica fell back against sweat-slick sheets, once again grateful she didn’t require air--because she would have been panting, gasping desperately for air to feed her starved lungs. The rest of her body was the polar opposite of starved; she was kissed with bruises on her hips, her thighs, her breasts and throat--even her wrists were tinted slightly red from the calloused hands of a lover anyone would deem old. Not necessarily in age, as he’d argue he was in the prime of his life, but in that he’d been mapping Monica’s body for years and had zero intention of slowing down.

In fact, as it should with lifemates, things were only getting more and more passionate as the years passed.

“Daddy’s still got it, huh?” Damon Baird turned his blond head, pressing a kiss to the inside of Monica’s calf with a smirk that should have made her roll her eyes--but she loved his cockiness, and she just smiled up at him.

“You always have it.”

Damon smirked against Monica’s skin, teeth sampling the soft flesh before he pressed another kiss just below her knee. Slowly, he lowered her leg and allowed himself to slip from her, unable to help the grunt of disappointment at the loss of her tight heat. There really wasn’t any other feeling in the world like being inside His babygirl and he missed her the moment he pulled from her tight little cunt. It was an ache he’d carry with him until the next time he got to ravage her, which honestly wouldn’t be very long from now as he had no intention of letting her out of his bed. The Haus was highly competitive, in a friendly way but competitive nonetheless, when it came to getting Monica’s time and there were other factors that made getting time with her more difficult, these days.

Damon accented his thoughts by his trail of kisses, moving up the apex of her hips to the soft, warm skin of her tummy. She wasn’t showing, but there was no doubt she would be, soon. Monica being pregnant with what was speculated to be at least quadruplets meant she was going to be beautifully swollen for months to come, and Damon shared a sentiment that was taking the Haus by storm--they may not be his babies, but he couldn’t wait to see Monica pregnant. There was just something so...sexy about a pregnant woman, something so beautiful about such a public display of a claim. Damon wasn’t a werewolf, he wasn’t a vampire; he wasn’t an elf and he wasn’t a demon or whatever the hell else was roaming the Haus halls at any given day, so he didn’t possess their natural possessiveness. But he’d had possessive inclinations that would have tipped anyone off at a young age that once he found his forever person, they’d be subjected to childish fits of jealousy and bruising claims of possession just so he could sleep soundly at night. Monica had him wrapped around her little finger and she had for years and years; Damon had been by her side through many tumultuous situations and he’d been by her side through a lot of joyous moments as well; boyfriend and girlfriend might be what the Haus dictated they were (at least until wedding preparations were made and finalized) but Damon had considered them married for years. He’d even welded a ring out of his first invented gadget for her to wear, and he wore one to match. They were husband and wife, if you asked Baird, and though not a lot of people did (except some new faces, and he definitely enjoyed bragging about his years of marriage with Monica, then) Damon would brag about it regardless. He didn’t need to be asked, because when you love someone like Damon Baird loves Monica, you tell anyone and everyone. You shout it from the rooftops.

“Love you, beautiful.” Damon murmured against Monica’s skin, brilliant blue eyes trailing up her gorgeous form to meet her gaze. He adored this view of her, resting between her legs with the warmth of her cunt against his chest, her breasts the perfect compliment to gazing into her eyes. She stole his fucking breath away; always had.

“I l-love you too, Daddy.” Monica squirmed a touch under his gaze, but he didn’t relent or allow her to retreat from him. He had one of her legs over his broad shoulder, his hand gripping her thigh, while his other met with his lips on her bare tummy. She’d be blushing had she the pulse to do so, and as it were it was hard to continue to meet his gaze.

“I’m real happy for you,” Damon continued, his calloused forefinger tracing her belly button with a small half-smirk of pride. “Gonna give those Dreadful bastards the pups they’ve been barkin’ about for ages.”

Monica couldn’t help but laugh. She knew and understood Damon’s rough speech more than anyone, and she heard the underlying affection in his tone. There was no jealousy at Monica being pregnant; all anyone felt was pride and joy, happiness in that their beloved was going to be having children. It meant hope for all that one day, they might get to experience that with her, and Damon counted himself among that “waiting list”. He was a man who never considered having kids, and he’d used the War as an excuse as to why, but it had gone deeper than that. He’d never been in love before Monica, and he’d never thought he’d be worth passing genes on for the next generation. It wasn’t that he had low self-esteem--put him in front of something electronic or diesel-powered and you’d be eating your own dumbass question--but just that Damon knew who he was and by himself, didn’t figure there was a need for a Baird Jr. Meeting and falling in love with Monica had changed all that. From the moment he’d helped her back onto her feet, picking up the spilled fruit she’d been so gracious to bring him, Damon knew he loved her. It had been love at first sight, and though he hadn’t understood it at the time, she’d also immediately changed his mind about having children. Who wouldn’t want the chance to see Monica swollen with their child, glowing and full of life, only to later on down the road see the physical manifestation of a bond years strong?

Yeah, it was sappy and sentimental as hell but Damon wouldn’t care. He’d sit around with all his War buddies and talk openly about it because Damon was a changed man. He was a man in love, wildly and passionately, and he didn’t have any want or reason to hide that from anyone. Besides, all his War buddies felt exactly the same way about the exact same girl. That...might not have been the best thought for Damon to have at the moment and he lowered his head, nipping at the skin right beneath Monica’s adorable little belly button. She squirmed in response and he laved the spot a moment later with his tongue, soothing the sharp, quick bite. It had just happened, a response to his jealousy, but that was easily soothed by the scent and warmth of her enveloping him. Monica always smelled good, sweet like the candy she ate, and Damon felt his mouth water as her cunt slid a little wetly against his bare chest. He swallowed, fighting to suppress the urge to bury his face between her legs again. He had other uses for his mouth at the moment.

“Are you scared, angel?”

Monica almost asked Baird what he meant, but given the attention he was paying her tummy, she put it together quickly. She had to resist the urge to tighten her thigh over his shoulder as his large palm splayed over her middle; she could feel every callous, every time worn scar from a man who’d been through Hell and back--in the heat of the moment, it made her grateful that he’d come back so he could be here with her, now.

“A l-little,” she admitted with a shy laugh that turned Damon’s heart over. “They...aren’t my first kids, but I actually...love their fathers, like a lot, so it feels different.”

It was an unspoken “rule” in the Haus, that Monica’s jealous lovers didn’t often ask about Raphael’s father. They loved the boy like they were his collective Fathers, it had nothing to do with him and nothing to do with Monica. It had everything to do with possessive love and what it means. It may seem strange to an outsider viewing this polyamorous relationship between one woman and a harem of men and women, but ask anyone involved and it was fairly easy to explain.

“Family is fine. Anyone else isn’t.”

Raphael’s father was not family and thus, he was not fine. He would never be fine to come try and be in his son’s life, and he would find himself dead if he ever tried to come back and find a place in Monica’s life. It was as simple as that, and Damon didn’t see any reason to complicate it.

“You’re a great mom, baby. These pups’ll be no different.” Damon’s reassurances always came in the form of a calm delivery with finality held in the baritone; he always sounded so confident and certain. He was never dismissive, but it was difficult to worry when Damon was shrugging and telling her that the world might be falling, but she’d be okay. He followed his words by resting his cheek against her tummy. “Can’t wait for my turn.”

Monica’s stomach flipped at that, and she buried her nails in Damon’s brilliant blond hair. “I c-can’t, either.”

“Yeah?” Damon was obviously smiling, his scruff rough against her satin skin. “I think about it a lot. We’re at least going to have a son. A little me runnin’ around.”

Monica laughed. “Why am I not surprised you want a son?”

“Can’t help it, babe. I’ve got a lot of knowledge to pass on to someone who’ll look just like me when he’s all grown up.” Damon’s fingers continued their leisurely stroke along Monica’s tummy, as if soothing the pups beneath the skin. “Then you’ll see me twice as much and love me four times as much.”

“I...don’t like math, but I don’t think that adds up right, Daddy.”

“Sure it does. You already love me twice as much as the next guy, so when I have a son who looks just like me, that doubles that. So that’s four times as much as the next guy.”

Monica’s laughter was musical and Damon couldn’t help grinning in response to it.

“Oh, is that how it works?”

“Sure is, baby.”

“So that’s how it works for everyone else, too?”

“What? Hell no,” Damon lifted his head, giving Monica his best Daddy face. “That’s just me, baby, that’s just the Daddy Baird factor.”

“The what?” Monica’s head fell back against the pillow with a fresh peal of laughter. “Where do you get this stuff?!”

“My big beautiful brain,” Damon fanned the flames of her laughter with a smirk and a reference she loved, calloused hand still caressing her belly. He had a feeling he was going to be obsessive over it once she started showing. “Once we have our first born, then Daddy wants a daughter. A little girl who looks just like my wife. Pretty, but with a wicked little mouth.”

Monica’s brow lifted. “Going to notice that about our daughter, are you?”

Damon heard the jealousy in her tone and laughed. “Yeah, baby, because who do you think she’s going to use that mouth on?”

That turned the tables on her so fast she didn’t know how to respond. It was one thing for her to consider her sons sharing an intimate bond with her, but for some reason she often overlooked her daughters would be the same way. It was something none of the Fathers-to-be ever forgot, though, because they knew what it was like to covet her, to love her, and knew anyone would be out of their damn minds not to.

“Honestly though, baby, I’m happy with you no matter what. You know that, right?” Damon met her gaze, shifting to rest his head against her thigh, his hair tickling her bruised, sensitive skin. “Daddy just wants to be with ya. I don’t care how, or where our life goes from here.”

Monica relied on her years with Baird to continue to meet his gaze, but she wanted him to know she felt the exact same way. “I know, Daddy. That’s what I want, too.”

Monica’s smile could stop the sun, Damon would have bet all the money in his wallet. He couldn’t help but smile a little helplessly back at her, possessive hands roaming unchecked over her skin. He lowered his head slowly, pressing a kiss right above that delicious little cunt.

“Good,” he ghosted his breath along her slit and heard her whine, felt it as his cock twitched in response. “Daddy’s going to lay on his back, and I want you to sit on my face. Okay, angel? Can you do that for Daddy?”

Monica’s fang worried her lower lip and she nodded a little desperately. She responded every time he talked to her like that, so encouraging and needy.

“Daddy’s hungry for what’s his.” Damon couldn’t help his tongue splitting her cleanly, just to suckle some of her down his greedy throat. “Give Daddy what he wants, and I promise, one day you’ll get what we both want.”

That rough, claiming hand splayed wide over Monica’s middle, and Damon’s eyes nailed Monica to the bed with their sincerity.

“Right here.”

#{theme} : for monica #{collection} : january 2019 #{character} : damon baird

[yaoipaddlestar]

who is your video game beloved/s and why

Ok so buckle up bc I have A LOT. Thank u for asking anon u get me ❤ I'm always looking for excuses to ramble about my favourite video game characters

I'm not gonna do all of them bc then this post would be five miles long and if I put a read more then I think that would be embarrassing but if u want to hear more then pleaaaaase send another ask

The unfortunate truth is that when I first saw this ask the first characters i thought of were from league of legends (cringe) so I'm just gonna go for it and be real with yall.

My favourite league characters are probably Kindred, Rell, Rek'sai, Aphelios, and Pyke.

I like them all because of how fun they are to play, but Kindred I like moreso because of how pretty they are... the spirit blossom skin just does it for me.

I also like Rek'sai because she was in the roster for the first TFT season and she kinda sucked but I loved her and when I played her for the first time I was like oh shit!!!!!!

I liked Rell first because she was pretty, then I thought the aesthetic of her kit (magnetic horse armour) was cool, and then I got good at her and was like this fucks!!!!

And Pyke is pretty obvious. He's easy and fun to play. Aphelios is b/c I think his Lunar Beast skin is hot and I like his flamethrower.

Moving on from League, some of my other miscellaneous favourites include:

K-8 from SOMA. A little robot fella who doesn't do anything exceptional but is really cute and helps you out a few times through the game. My baby boy.

(Don't look this guy up if you're not ready to see man-made horrors within your comprehension. He's ugly) Terry Akers also from SOMA. I don't really know why, but the section of the game related to Terry is just one of my favourite parts. He's probably my favourite enemy.

N Harmonia from Pokemon. I think he's neat and cute. I like the BW(2) games a lot and he's integral to both. Very interesting character.

Raihan from SWSH. He's tall and attractive. Feel like if he had any more dialogue in the game though I would've hated him. He seems like a headass lol.

Barry from D/P/PT. He's so cute!!!!!!!!! Diamond was my first Pokemon game, and Gen 4 is my favourite gen. I think Barry is adorable and such a goof. I love how erratic he is. I have a funny little story about my experiences with Diamond so if anyone wants to hear about my dumbassery please speak up lol.

I also really like Hau from SUMO/USUM. He's a little sunshine boy and i would kill for him.

And Guzma from SUMO/USUM. He's hot and I like just about everything Team Skull has going on. If I could I would run away to Po Town too.

Arthur Morgan from Red Dead Redemption 2!!!!!!!!!! Oh my god. Literally the man of my dreams. He's hot, he's bisexual (in my heart), he's a cowboy. Absolute 10/10. I love Arthur Morgan with everything in my soul.

Another RDD2 one, Kieran Duffey! I love Kieran. He's so adorable and the moment where he [semi spoilers] saves Arthur during the second chapter is the best!!! He's one of the most forgotten about members of the gang but he's my second favourite after Arthur. I wish he and Arthur had more sweet dialogue interactions. 😔 Arthur is just so mean to him.

I'm lookin at my steam library right now and seeing how very quickly my list is going to get super long so I'm gonna conclude with characters i adore also but don't want to write reasons why for.

Ifan Ben-Mezd from Divinity Original Sin: 2, Wheatley and Glados from Portal (2), Pavel from Metro: Last Light, Artyom from the Metro series, Sadie and Charles from RDD2, and ummm Cheeseburger from Far Cry 5.

(I have even more and would KILL for an excuse to write about my DOS:2 adventures so do send another ask if ur curious!) Sorry this got so long lol

#ask #not tagging this as any specific media bc no one cares #thank u for asking!! i could go on about this forever lol

[sodomyordeath]

Convergance 8 Playlist

Found an old backup while cleaning up

Behold my playlist from Convergence 8 (May 31-June 2, 2002): Montreal with my original comments

  Friday:

I'm dedicating that Set to my Grandfather Adolf Würdinger who died a week prier to all that.

-Opening-

The Astonished Eyes of Evening by Cinema Strange (End to End)

Machina Supremacy - Giana Sisters

Uranium 235 - You Spin Me Round

Suspiria - (Now You See ) The Swine (Re-Mix)

Manuskript - The Sun Always Shines On T.V.

Orgy - Blue Monday [1]

Goldfinger - 99 Red Balloons

Killing Joke - Eighties (Serious Dance Mix)

Tubeway Army - Cars

Yazoo - Don't Go

Fad Gadget - Ricky's Hand (Single Max) [2]

- Captain Matt's Armada Featuring Axel

(where Trevor writes all the songs and does all the work) [3]-

Ghoultown - RotoRiculous

Reverend Horten Heat - Baddest of the Bad

Waltons - Truck Me Harder

Nekromantix - Demons are a Girls best friend

Batmobile - Transelvanian Express

- Fashion Show Part I [4]-

Mark Stewart - Anger

Converter - I died today (Fisted)

Noisex - K. V. (Live)

- Fashion Show Part II [4]-

Atari Teenage Riot - Sick to death

Esplendor Geometrico - Al-Giaber

Einstürzende Neubauten - Haus der Lüge (Live)

Premature Ejaculation - Pigface Show & Tell / Blue Honey

The Eternal Afflict - Kinski is Dead

- This Ascension [5] -

Nina Hagen - Auf'm Friedhof (Long Version)

Schwefel - Metropolis (12" Version)

Bella Morte - Were Shadows Lie

Dreadful Shadows - Chains (Autumn-Remake '96)

- Bella Morte [6] -

[7]

Gigantor - Everything Counts

Vice Squad - Princess Paranoia

The Normal - TV OD

Ghost Dance - Search Lights

The Vibrators - Disco In Moscow

Joy Division - Dead Souls

Sex Beat - Sex Beat

Misfits - Die My Darling

Killer Barbies - Skulls

Wendy O. - It's My Life

Faith and the Muse - Hallow Hills

9XDEAD - Wild Women

Ghoul Squad - Pogo Is dead

T.S.O.L. - Code Blue

The Brickbats - Zombie Flanders

Rammones - Sheena is A Punk Rocker

The Cramps -Sheena's in a Goth Gang [8]

The Fools - Psycho Chicken

999 - Homicide

Ghoultown - Pale Skin Diva

45 Grave - Partytime (Zombie Version)

Christian Death with Rozz - Deathwish [9]

Bloody Dead And Sexy - Bloody Rose

Der Fluch - Rattengift

Jay Kay - Feuer & Asche

Fliehende Stürme - Das Chaos Brütet

The Rorschach Garden - State Protection

[some more that i don't remember right now]

-The Spectrum closed-

Sunday:

[10]

-DJ Doc-

I was there @ 8:20 and started spinning at 8:25 [11]

1000 Homo DJs - Supernaut

Oomph! feat. Nina Hagen - Fieber

[12]

Flying Lizards - Money

Splatterday - Keine Schmerzen Mehr [13]

Sex Pistols - EMI (Unlimited Edition)

The Damned - Neat Neat Neat

Vampire Beach Babes - Tomb Mau Mau

Ghoultown - Boots of Hell [14]

Electric Frankenstein - Grave Yard Truck Race

Frankenstein Drag Queens From Planet 13 - They Only Wants to Eat Your Brain

The Brides - Dress Code Blue

The Vladimirs - Grave Girl

AFI - Last Caress

Baby Horror - El Hotel Del Horror

Action Pact - Suicide Bag

Bordello - Free Ride [15]

Cinema Strange - En Hiver [15]

Bella Morte - Logic [15]

Psychopomps - Badlands

Morbid Poetry - Children of the Eighties

The Merry Thoughts - Boy Sinister

Wall of Voodoo - Mexican Radio

Sigue Sigue Sputnik - Love Missile F1-11 (Short Version)

The Normal - TV OD *

X-Mal Deutschland - Polarlicht

Malaria - Kaltes Klares Wasser [16]

Holy Orange - Pretty Baby

The Rorschach Garden - State Protection *

Alien Skull Paint - Fly With Me

Anne Clark - Abuse

Cat Rapes Dog - Motordead

The Invincible Spirit - Love Is A Kind Of Mystery

Slickee Boys - This Party Sucks

Toy Dolls - Livin La Vida Loca

The Vibrators - Disco In Moscow

Blondie - Hanging on the Telephone [17]

The Stranglers - No More Heroes

P.I.L - The Order of Death

- DJ Mr. Black - [18]

Bella Morte - The Rain Within Her Hands

Crüxshadows - Her Comes The Rain

VNV Nation - [19]

Blutengel - Black Roses

Einstürzende Neubauten - Haus der Lüge

Tears For Fears - Mad World

Depeche Mode - Share The Disease

Pixies - There Is My Mind

- DJ Psyche -

Salome's Wish - Frozen

Faith and the Muse - Running Up The Hill *

Deep Red - Living In Black

Regan - I Am Your Garden

Rhea's Obsession - Memento Mori

Crüxshadows - Cruelty

Written In Ashes - [19]

The Cure - Primary

If/Then - Equal + Opposite

Tapping The Vein -  [19]

- DJ Doc -

Alice Cooper - My Generation (Live)

29 Clocks - Psychotic Louie Louie

Dead Kennedy's - California über alles *

Elvis Hitler - Dance of the Living Dead

Motörhead - God Saves The Queen

The Voidoids - Blank Generation

Nina Hagen - Auf'm Bahnhof Zoo

Kiss - God of Thunder [20]

Dee Sniders SMF - The Kids Are Back [21]

Rose Tattoo - Nice Boys

Asylum - System Overload

Sepulerum Mentis - Scary Monsters

Dominator X - Psych Sister

The Redresser - Held Back

Sleepless (br) - Cliche [22]

Antiworld - King of all Monsters

The Plague - Never Die

Strange Boutique - Quicksand Minds

Siouxsie and the Banshees - Hong Kong Garden

Scarehead - Ha Ha

Voodoo Church - Eyes Scond Dead

Penis Flytrap - Cemetery Girl

De Sade - Venom

Killer Barbies - (The Came From) Mars

Nina Hagen - Viva Las-Vegas [1]

Ghost Dance - Walk In My Shadow

New Days Delay - Glass-Made Savior

Joan Jett - I Love Playing With Fire

Skeletal Family - Promised Land

Texas Terri & the Stiff Ones - Cave Women

Iggy Pop - Lust For Life [23]

The Clash - I Fought The Law

Peter & the Test Tube Babies - Banned From The Pubs

The Exploited - Punk's Not Dead

Rammones - Blitzkrieg Bob

Sex Pistols - Anarchy In The U.K.

The Cramps - Naked Girl falling down the Stairs

Gigantor - Everything Counts

The Cramps - Do The Clam *

Ghoultown - Pale Skin Diva *

Misfits - We Are (138)

T.S.O.L. - Code Blue *

Flesheaters - The Wedding Dice

Stiffs Inc. - Sad Song

Gun Club - Sex Beat

Andi Sex Gang & Mark Almond - The Hungry Years [24]

Birthday Party - Release The Bats

Virgin Prunes - Baby Turns Blue

Cinema Strange - Speak Marauder (Unreleased Version)

Specimen - Beauty of Poisin

Ausgang - I'm A Horse

Alien Sex Fiend - Silver Machine

Lords of the New Church - Method To My Madness

Misfits - Last Caress [25]

Dr. Feelgood - Milk and Alcohol

Screaming Dead - Paint it Black [26]

- the end-

* Request

[1] Blame JAK for that one [2] Dedicated to DJ Ricky Prinz, Munich's finest [3] What an opening Act, Axel is really a Modern Day Sex God TM [4] They were doing there own music for the actual fashion show [5] Sadly I wasn't able to enjoy that show as much as I wanted. I was fighting with a headache. And had to re-sort all my CDs after drooping 'em all to the floor earlier @ when we got the notice that everything should start 1 hour before schedule [6] To be honest I didn't like most of what I have of BM on CD but that Show altered my view 180 degree. You guys ROCK. I haven't seen that much energy since Antiworld last year Herbstnächte. BM is a band we should really look forward to see in Europe. [7] Sorry from here on it isn't in order and I'm not sure if I got all songs 'couse I wasn't able to write down the playlist [8] And don't forget what Sheena became [9] Should be in Order from here on [10] Well sometimes strange things are happening an so I had an other set to do on sunday don't try to find me on the web site it wasn't officially announced [11] Just o entertain the crew while doing last preparations [12] Some more songs that I haven't written down just to get a feeling for the volume and decided after that to go as loud as that damned thing will let me go. [13] A local Munich Punk/Power POP band that were playing @ the new years party I did with Ricky earlier that year. [14] Who ever will do Convergence 9 try to get Ghoultown [15] A little tribute to some of the great bands we had the pleasure to here the last days [16] That one goes to Miss Janette [17] That one goes to Maria my beloved one who was turning heads all weekend long [18] Thanks to Mr. Black and Psyche for giving me a break and to Sexbat for checking back from time to time to see if I need an other [19] Can't read that one, sorry :-( [20] This one is for the best Stage Manager on the planet [21] For Brian, not exactly Twisted Sister but the best I could do for you. [22] Time to honor the best Masks [23] From now on it's dedicated to Bella Morte [24] From now on it's dedicated to Purp an all others who still hold the flag of deathrock up. [25] This one was a request of the bartender girl [26] I wanted to end the night with "Beerdrinkers and Hellraisers" by Motörhead but I forgot it at my hotel room so I ended the night with my preferred version of Paint it Black ;-)

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