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The BYU Religious Education department shares a video about their newest publication, "Battlefields to Temple Grounds," which explores how World War II Pacific battlefields in Guam and Micronesia have become peaceful temple grounds. Watch the video here.
Geoff Steurer's blog post discusses the importance of formal disclosure as part of the healing process after betrayal, as it helps partners face reality, reduce shame, and work on rebuilding trust. Read more here.
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints reports that Elder Gary E. Stevenson recently visited Brazil and met with the mayor of São Paulo, a Catholic Cardinal, and the leaders of the largest mosque in Brazil. Read more here.
Dan Peterson reflects on a recent trip to Jerusalem and revisits the significance of the Six-Day War in Israel's history, highlighting the significance of the event for Zionist Jews around the world. Read more here.
The First Presidency of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has announced the location of the Charlotte North Carolina Temple, which was announced by Church President Russell M. Nelson during the April 2023 general conference. Read more here.
Jeff Teichert reassures readers of "Meridian Magazine" that they can find perfection in Christ, even if their family situation is not ideal or picture-perfect, and emphasizes that being made perfect in Christ means being made whole through Him. Read more here.
Cali Black encourages us to ask for help and rely on our Heavenly Father in difficult times, using Matthew 26:39 as a guide in her One Minute Scripture Study podcast. Read more here.
Breck England discusses the meaning and significance of the sixth seal in the Book of Revelation, and how it relates to our spiritual foundations. He discusses how Joseph Smith, Jr. was called upon to receive revelations at a time when people were experiencing despair, and how we can turn to the Lord for guidance during difficult times. Listen to the podcast to learn more. Read more here.
In his article "Discovering Atonement Theory", mdavidhuston describes his initial discovery of atonement theory through a Wikipedia search, discusses its various interpretations, and reflects on its implications for one's view of the world and others. He then delineates four atonement theories held by various Christian philosophers, including the penal substitution theory and the adoption theory. This article encourages Latter-day Saints to study, understand, and appreciate the method by which our sins are remitted. read more here.
The Church News shares an interview with President Henry B. Eyring in honor of his 90th birthday, reflecting on his life, lessons learned, and his 38 years of Church service including his remarkable wife Kathy and his calling as a counselor in the First Presidency. read more here.
Richard Ostler interviews Debra Oaks Coe, an active LDS mother of 5, and longtime LGBTQ ally on his podcast, where they discuss the latest research on Gen Z, their mental health, and what can be done to help them feel needed and a clear feeling of belonging. Coe also shares practical examples about creating belonging in family and ward congregations, as well as how her family and congregation handled her gay son coming out. If interested in learning more, the podcast contains links to her Deseret News Op-Ed, a sheep story, and an earlier related episode. Read more
The AML Online Book Club is set to discuss Mikayla Orton Thatcher's memoir Beehive Girl on June 25th, and Thatcher herself will be joining the discussion. Beehive Girl is a unique memoir that offers a window into a forgotten Young Women's program, and follows Thatcher as she documents her personal journey fulfilling the original Beehive Girls’ requirements as a modern adult. The book is part memoir, part project book, and includes Thatcher's account of skills such as making furniture, milking a goat, and caring for a hive of bees. The discussion will be held on Zoom, and readers can request a link by replying to the AML post. Read more here.
Jeff Lindsay reflects on the universal scope of the atonement and salvation of little children in the Book of Mormon and how it reveals God's fairness and mercy towards all His children. Lindsay notes that the Book of Mormon provides meaningful echoes of these doctrines that are later revealed in the Doctrine and Covenants. He highlights 2 Nephi 9:23-26 and Jacob's teachings concerning the mercies of the Holy One of Israel and how they are claimed through the atonement of Christ. Lindsay argues that these teachings demonstrate the universal scope of God's love and should give us hope and faith in a fair, merciful God. Read more here.
BYU researchers are developing a prescription-like system for chronic back pain that will prescribe patient-specific back pain remedies like doctors would prescribe medication, in efforts to help reduce opioid addiction. BYU is one of 10 major universities (along with Harvard, Ohio State, and the University of Utah) tapped to help with this $150 million effort by the Back Pain Consortium Research Program. The research team is collecting data on both biopsychosocial well-being and spinal motion. Preliminary results have been very promising and show that spinal motion phenotypes correlate with biopsychosocial well-being; patients in certain phenotypes experience much more severe pain than others. These findings support the practice of motion-based diagnostics, as well as the theory that patients who exhibit similar phenotypes will respond in like manner to similar treatments. Ongoing research by the BYU team and others is dedicated to identifying the optimal treatments for patients with chronic low back pain according to their individual needs. Read more here.
Trevor Holyoak reviews the latest installment of The Joseph Smith Papers, which covers the first four and a half months of 1844, including Joseph Smith's announcement of his presidential campaign, the formation of the Council of Fifty, the increasing hostility from various sources, and new doctrines being brought forth, among other things, including all seven known versions of the King Follett Discourse. Read more here.
The Interpreter Radio Show discusses New Testament lesson 24, "Continue Ye in My Love" covering John 14-17 in their May 14 segment of the New Testament in Context. Read more here.
Pam Peebles explores the topic of personal identity and how we choose to identify ourselves, sharing one man's own self-identification as a disciple of Christ on the Third Hour blog. Read more here.
Ted Gibbons writes about the significance of praying in the name of Jesus Christ, emphasizing the power and authority found in doing so as a family member and invoking our elder brother's name with reverence and gratitude. Read more here.
Geoff Steurer discusses the importance of formal disclosure in healing from betrayal, including how it helps both partners enter reality, reduces shame, and encourages self-reflection, in his blog post "Why Formal Disclosure Matters (Part 1)." Read more here.
John Claybaugh offers teaching and study aids for Lesson 24 of the Come, Follow Me New Testament curriculum, with a focus on John 14 and the teachings on the two Comforters that Jesus promised to send to His followers. Read more here.
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has announced the location of the Charlotte North Carolina Temple, which was revealed by Church President Russell M. Nelson during the April 2023 general conference. Read more here.
Elder Gary E. Stevenson of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles meets with government and religious leaders, including the mayor of São Paulo, a Catholic Cardinal, and leaders of the largest mosque in Brazil, during his ministry tour in Recife and São Paulo, Brazil. Read more here.
Breck England, writing for Meridian Magazine, discusses the sixth seal and what it reveals about the last days, including a world haunted by war and despair. He also shares how the Lord provided guidance to help us navigate these troubled times. The article includes a podcast episode on this topic. Read more here.
In a recent blog post on The Interpreter Foundation, hosts Terry Hutchinson, John Gee, and Kevin Christensen discuss Lesson 24 in Come, Follow Me on John 14-17 in their New Testament in Context segment on the May 14 episode of Interpreter Radio. Read more here.
In his Listen, Learn, and Love podcast, Richard Ostler hosts Debra Oaks Coe, who shares the latest research on Gen Z, their mental health, the importance of belonging, and also talk about her experience as an active LDS mother of a gay son and shares her family love story. Read more here.
Cali Black reflects on a difficult time in her life and shares a lesson she learned through studying Matthew 26:39 in her latest blog post on the One Minute Scripture Study podcast. She encourages readers to ask for help when needed and reminds them that it is okay to do so. Read more here.
BYU Religious Education has released a new book titled "Battlefields to Temple Grounds," which shares the inspiring stories of how World War II Pacific battlefields in Guam and Micronesia became peaceful temple grounds. The book is edited by R. Devan Jensen and Rosalind Meno Ram and is available for purchase now. Learn more about the authors and get your copy on the RSC website. read more here.
In his blog on Patheos, Dan Peterson reflects on his experience attending a conference as a young graduate student in 1976 that featured prominent Latter-day Saint scholars such as Truman Madsen and Hugh Nibley, and how it impacted his scholarship and faith. He shares personal anecdotes and highlights the importance of intellectual rigor and spiritual sensitivity in the pursuit of truth. Read more here.
The Church News shares an interview with President Henry B. Eyring discussing the lessons he's learned in his 90 years of life, including the importance of serving the Lord in all things and how every good thing in his life has been a byproduct of that service, including meeting his wife. Read more here.
The AML Online Book Club will discuss Mikayla Orton Thatcher’s memoir, Beehive Girl, on June 25th with Thatcher herself joining the conversation, as former Mormon Young Women work is explored through a funny and heartfelt account of fulfilling the original Beehive Girls’ requirements. Read more here.
Jeff Teichert discusses in his article that being perfect in Christ starts with accepting that we are not perfect and being made perfect in Christ is not about being perfect in fact but borrowing from His perfection and allowing us to be made complete, which means being wholeness through Him. Teichert goes on to argue that we are strengthened by being perfected through Christ and can live an extraordinary and exemplary life no matter our circumstances. Read more here.
In his post "Cherishing the Book of Mormon’s Teachings on the Fairness of God, Including the Universal Scope of the Atonement and Salvation of Little Children" on the Arise from the Dust blog, Jeff Lindsay discusses how the Restored Gospel reveals a vastly more merciful God, who treats His children with fairness, and opens the gates of salvation to all who accept and follow Jesus Christ, including those who lived and died before Christ was born. He explores how doctrines related to the fairness of God can be found in the Book of Mormon, particularly in 2 Nephi, and provides insight on the universal scope of the atonement.
Trevor Holyoak reviews the latest volume of The Joseph Smith Papers, which covers the first four and a half months of 1844 and includes letters mostly to and from Joseph Smith, discourses, a revelation, a poem he wrote in an autograph book, and all known versions of the King Follett Discourse, among other documents, and notes how helpful the thorough notes and supplementary material are in contextualizing and understanding the documents. read more here.
mdavidhuston reflects on the discovery of 'atonement theory' and how it has expanded his understanding of the Atonement of Jesus. He calls the understanding of Jesus’ atoning work as a simple concept where being mortal meant that one was going to sin, resulting in necessary punishment, which Jesus took on to enable forgiveness, the “orthodox” view of atonement, which provides only one of the many ways atonement theory can be comprehended by Christians. He argues that the various ways of comprehending Jesus’ work of atoning can impact how Christians view and connect with the world around us. read more here.
The Back Pain Consortium Research Program, created by the NIH to find effective therapies for chronic low back pain, has tapped BYU, which is running clinical trials to find similarities between people for whom the same treatment is the most effective, developing a s system to prescribe patient-specific back pain remedies like doctors would prescribe medication, along with other key institutions in the program, to identify optimal treatment plans that can be shared among clinics and physical therapists, eliminating the current trial and error patients must go through, focusing on treatments including the medication Duloxetine, physical therapy, cognitive behavioral therapy, and enhanced self-care, with a multidisciplinary group of BYU researchers and students, working to collect data on both biopsychosocial well-being and spinal motion, including offering a prescription-like system for chronic low back pain that uses wearable nanocomposite sensors and AI to create a “Phenotype-Driven Perscription” individually tailored to each patient's needs. read more here.
The Leading Saints podcast rebroadcasts an interview with Brent Daines and Jason Coombs about Daines' ministering to Coombs during his struggle with addiction, including how Daines saw him as Christ would see him, and how Coombs eventually became able to change. read more here.
The Interpreter Foundation posts an article titled "Conference Talks: 'A theory! A theory! We have already got a theory, and there cannot be any more theories!'", which discusses the three common views regarding the translation of the Book of Mormon that are still held by some. Read more here.
The Interpreter Foundation shares a post titled "Conference Talks: 'A theory! A theory! We have already got a theory, and there cannot be any more theories!'" discussing three common theories regarding the translation of the Book of Mormon and their flaws. Read more here.

Here's mine below, with some explanations for some of the weirder inclusions

PG	SG	SF	PF	C
Shai	Murray	Wiggins	Olynyk	Powell
Nembhard	Dort	RJ	Brooks	Lyles
	Mathurin			Edey

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Notable Exclusions:

Guards	Wings	Bigs
Cory Joseph	O'Shae Brissett	Brandon Clarke
Kevin Pangos	Caleb Houstan	Chris Boucher
	Thomas Scrubb	Khem Birch
	Melvin Ejim

Notes: Dwight Powell starting C:

• Not my favourite player and not as good as he used to be. But he has a long history of playing with Olynyk and fitting well, so still putting him here for familiarity and track record.

Andrew Nembhard over Cory Joseph:

• Joseph has been a soldier for Canada but Nembhard could be a future star and it could be good to give him a taste of FIBA ball and have him primed for the next big tournament.

Bennedict Mathurin over O'Shae Brissett:

• Same deal here as Nembhard over Joseph, Brissett has been successful for the national team but I think Mathurin is the future and would rather start investing in him now.

Trey Lyles over Brandon Clarke:

• Tough call, just thinking Lyles provides a little more versatility with his shooting and decent ball handling.

Zach Edey:

• Edey is the only 7ft+ player on the team, mostly just on here to be a backup or as an emergency if the other team has a dominant big man that is abusing the undersized Canadian frontcourt. Good to get him FIBA experience as well and I think he will end up being a better international player than NBA player, due to no defensive 3 in the key/basket interference and less space in the international rules.

Here's mine below, with some explanations for some of the weirder inclusions
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PG	SG	SF	PF	C
Shai	Murray	Wiggins	Olynyk	Powell
Nembhard	Dort	RJ	Brooks	Lyles
	Mathurin			Edey

​
Notable Exclusions:

Guards	Wings	Bigs
Cory Joseph	O'Shae Brissett	Brandon Clarke
Kevin Pangos	Caleb Houstan	Chris Boucher
	Thomas Scrubb	Khem Birch
	Melvin Ejim

​
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Notes:
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Dwight Powell starting C:

• Not my favourite player and not as good as he used to be. But he has a long history of playing with Olynyk and fitting well, so still putting him here for familiarity and track record.

Andrew Nembhard over Cory Joseph:

• Joseph has been a soldier for Canada but Nembhard could be a future star and it could be good to give him a taste of FIBA ball and have him primed for the next big tournament.

Bennedict Mathurin over O'Shae Brissett:

• Same deal here as Nembhard over Joseph, Brissett has been successful for the national team but I think Mathurin is the future and would rather start investing in him now.

Trey Lyles over Brandon Clarke:

• Tough call, just thinking Lyles provides a little more versatility with his shooting and decent ball handling.

Zach Edey:

• Edey is the only 7ft+ player on the team, mostly just on here to be a backup or as an emergency if the other team has a dominant big man that is abusing the undersized Canadian frontcourt. Good to get him FIBA experience as well and I think he will end up being a better international player than NBA player, due to no defensive 3 in the key/basket interference and less space in the international rules.

The lessons you've been taught, and the manuals they've been taught out of, have taken into account the known weak points of the church, the most common risky attitudes, and the best way to steer your way of thinking.
The church has routinely updated programs, curriculum, and conference talks specifically to prepare you against things you would learn and realize.
When you read in the Book of Mormon that a villain says "Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die!" - this might sound profound as you'd never encountered that point of view before, as a child. But now, instead of a friend sharing that as a teen or young adult, you read it as a small child. It was a common sentiment for those who rejected the religion of man from when Joseph was coming up with his own. He saw the wisdom in proactively defending his religion against its weaknesses " “And now, if there are faults they are the mistakes of men; wherefore, condemn not the things of God…”
Inoculation and proactive defense. Then, now.
The complaints and weaknesses of religion, Christianity, and Mormonism have been addressed before you were even aware of them, and the framework of your understanding, the context in which you learn of them, and different ideas that would later be contradicted have been given to you since you were little.

Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad is absolutely amazing. I have hated this book for years since reading it in high school, but listening to Kenneth Branagh narrate it is a revelation. It is as if you are sitting next to him, and he's telling the story just to you. And yet, when they are on the river with the natives staring out from the bush at them, you are there, on the deck of the boat wondering if you'll survive. His narration is brilliantly understated, drawing you into the story in a way that a lesser narrator could not do. Highly recommended.

Hello all! I'm a screenwriter and longtime lover of horror prose, taking some time during the strike to polish up old unpublished pieces and maybe embark on some new ones. This is the first I'm sharing publicly -- it's a nasty piece of work, about a nasty little man who receives a power he really shouldn't have. Most of my stories aren't like this, but Lyle Hereford insisted upon himself, and I haven't yet managed to forget him. It's also a bit lengthy, about 8600 words (30ish manuscript pages). I'm posting it in two parts.
WARNING: This story contains depictions of non-consensual sex and gun violence.
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GHOST WORD
By Jonathan Redding
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ghost word
1. (noun) A previously unknown word appearing in a dictionary or list of words, often by error--but sometimes by design.
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Lyle Hereford laid there, slick and frightened, and thought about the Word.
He rolled his head to the right, to the nightstand beside his narrow bed, saw the flat green numerals pronounce it 3:17AM. On another night he might have thought of the Gospel According to John, at that hour, or more obscurely, of the Weird Sisters, of the Walpurgisnacht. Sleeplessness was a condition of his pinched, brittle being*.* Tonight he lay there sweating, insomnia buzzing in his thighs, his hamstrings. The inevitable heartburn seethed in his concave chest, and he thought about the Word.
The Word was not with him.
He thought about it sitting, inert, on the small rolling desk, in his office, across the city. Thought about the urban glow, blotting out the stars, seeping in the window, slanting though the low-bid venetian blinds the first contractors must have installed and none of those cheap bastards at the University ever bothered to replace, the blinds that always tear at their thin top fixtures, that Lyle mends with tight sleeves of Scotch tape. He thought about the city’s ambient nightlight seeping in, and falling, across the side desk, across the Word. He thought about the binding. Cream, once, probably, soft and blameless. Faded to no-color, now. An old traveler. But what was it? And how had it come to be there? How did it come to rest on that shelf, that groaning, overburdened, mid-century plank?
Lyle imagined someone slipping into the library, furtive, mounting the stair, the tome swinging against them, tucked in a messenger bag. Some faceless someone, head down, hood up, sunglasses in the dim. Lyle pictured them skirting around the encyclopedias and the medieval histories and bypassing the long rows of technical manuals and the corridors of Euclidean geometry and enzymology and theoretical economics and arriving at the neglected, quaint, neat rows of purest Reference: the Dictionaries.
Lyle had gone to consult the Oxford English Dictionary. Specifically the 1989 Second Edition, magnificent in twenty volumes; a tool with which he insisted each of his students familiarize themselves. On this day he had sought out the second volume specifically, the one beginning with B.B.C.
James, that young Turk, had challenged his interpretation of a passage of Taming of the Shrew. It turned on the etymology of the word bonnie.
Tried to score off me, in front of the whole class, that smug little prick.
James, graduate student par excellence. James of the falling black hair, perpetually obscuring his face, terminating above his perfect smile. James who was such a favorite among the bouncing, giggling undergraduates. James who found it easy to excel, in any environment, who found it very difficult to accept Lyle’s criticisms, Lyle’s guidance. James was many things Lyle was not, had never been, and Lyle knew it. But James had not yet learned to survive in academia. James was going to discover that you did not score points off Lyle Hereford, Ph.D., and Lyle would see to it that it happened painfully. In the town square, as it were. It would have to be just a touch humiliating.
`Darby, especially, Lyle thought. She has to see it. Yes. Just the right amount of condescension to really cut into him, to make it memorable.
Only Lyle never found his ammunition in the second volume beginning with B.B.C. because his interest was diverted. He never queried the etymology of bonnie in the compressed italics of lexicalese, never perused the examples from John Donne and Sir Thomas Aquinas and the Cursor Mundi behind their truncated century marks, because something else caught his eye. Something that shouldn’t have been there. Tucked in between the seventh and eighth volumes (Interval and Look, respectively, he knew) was a tattered book, somewhere in the neighborhood of a hundred pages, grayed to nothing, the color of a shroud. Lyle reached down, placed his index finger atop the book’s spine, and drew it from the shelf. He gave it a cursory glance—the cover lettering had been savaged by time, but fragments of the lower half survived:
PART A—ANT
#
OXFO D
1877
“What in the world,” Lyle said. The library swallowed the sound, took it into the mute stillness of itself, into its hush. What he held in his hands was not genuine—could not be genuine. The original OED was printed like this, piecemeal, in what were called fascicles.
But not this soon, God, not this soon! They hadn’t even started!
The first fascicle of the OED, the very first product of their seventy-year odyssey, the publication that made the London philologia realize they had bit off quite a bit more than they could chew, was designated A-Ant. It was a rare bird, a thing to be coveted. It was valuable.
It was first printed in 1884.
Lyle had always thought it a clever, tiny nod of Orwell’s, lost to the mass of readers: that the OED should rule for a century, before Newspeak replaced it. This, then, if it was what it purported to be, what the front cover claimed it to be, was early. Seven whole years early.
A misprint, he thought. Has to be. That would change the valuation—this could be one-of-a-kind. Not that Lyle would dream of selling such a book. Before this moment, he wouldn’t even have allowed himself to dream of holding such a book. He checked for a barcode, a borrower’s card. He found neither. What is it DOING here?
He had let it fall open at random, there, among the stacks, a single water-damaged page stood up like a cowlick, he gingerly pressed it flat. The type within was much more preserved than the weathered front-plating. He scanned, gliding over the forms: aglist, aglitter, aglomerular, aglopened, aglossal, aglow-
That was when he had seen the Word.
Though it wasn’t the Word itself, that had drawn his attention. It was the empty white, beneath it. The dictionary game was all about spatial economy. Column inches and abbreviations. In forty-seven years of nebbish quietude, forty-seven years of slow vanishing into a wilderness of text, Lyle Hereford, Ph.D., had never encountered empty white space in the body of a dictionary. Thus, first, the white. Then he had looked above it.
The Word did not begin with the letter “A”.
The Word did not conform to any structural schema that Lyle recognized. There was no easily discernible root in the Romance lineage, nor the Germanic, nor even the primordial Oriental or Sanskrit Anglicizations which the casual peruser of the Mahabharata or of Patanjali’s Sutras might intuitively place. The Word began with the character “X”, and proceeded from there to a feral enjambment of consonants and choked, almost Hebraic “Y’s”. It possessed no other vowels. Merely the Word, this strange word, had greeted Lyle. No origin, pronunciation, part-of-speech. No definition. Merely the Word, and the white beneath, there in the stacks.
Lyle brushed his thumb across the Word. Looking back, now, he couldn’t really say why. It was the sort of automatic, immediate impulse that you don’t question until it’s complete. It came over him like a yawn. He felt the thin whisper of the paper beneath his skin, he traced the Word from its first syllable to its eighth and final and
“FUCK— “
A kind of WRETCH, a spasm, behind his eyes, within his temples, his core, the cilia of his inner ears. His stomach flopped over queasily in his abdomen and he clenched his ass, just ahead of a hot dart of pressure, a hot sharp dart of pressure, gas and a tincture of liquid, a foul egg smell, he fought to hold it—
“fuckfuckfuck— “
Tremoring in his calves, his whole body strained, the feeble musculature flared from his neck, his weak chin pressed down and his gorge rose. Warm coppery blood pattered and trickled over his lips. Lyle’s nose was bleeding. The fit—whatever it was—began to pass, and Lyle looked down through watering eyes to the object in his hands.
“What in the Christ-?”
The library remained silent, the book remained still, the Word remained inscrutable. He noticed the spatter, low on the page, of his blood, obscuring the column inches, smearing over agnathous. He gathered up a shirt cuff in his hand, squeezed it to his nose—*that’s never coming out—*and awkwardly sat, pooling the book in his lap. He reached down with his other cuff to dab at the page, mitigate the damage. That is when, Lyle now thought, he may have gone mad.
The beads of blood began to crawl up the page.
The traversal of the droplets wasn’t smooth, wasn’t a rolling. They jerked upward in spurs—they forked, like lightning. They crept laterally, then cut upward again, the spastic scribbling of an unseen hand. Lyle became aware that his body was rigid, his breath held, his eyes dry and pained, he stared unblinking. Sweat stood out on the crenellations of his widow’s peak, his acne-scarred brow. His ruptured sinus oozed, his sleeve was warm and sodden. The bloodbolts reached the inexplicable white gap. Swirled into the emptiness. Beneath the Word the blood swirled. It arranged itself.
It formed shapes.
It formed letters.
Lyle had made a sound, then, something between a sob and a laugh and a scream—
—snakebit it’s a snakebit sound—
*—*rupturing the stillness, a harsh throaty sound, reeding through the library, and then he clapped the book shut and fled.
“But I didn’t drop it, did I?” he asked the green numerals. They showed 4:07AM. Time always slid, on sleepless nights. He thought it one of their worst qualities.
“I ran. I ran from it*.* But my hands… my hands wouldn’t let it go.”
Lyle sat up in bed. Only when the sheets peeled away from his back did he realize he was perspiring. He stripped the damp bedclothes and shambled across the room, to his small closet. He bent to his hamper, deposited the sheets inside, closed the latch with a discrete click. He took a fresh button-up and crisp slacks down from their hangers, and he began to dress.
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Lyle barely heard as the starter of his aging Acura chugged, and whinnied, and finally caught. He floated across town, the CD player in the dash resumed Rachmaninov’s Prelude in C sharp minor, the volume hovered at the bottom edge of audibility. It did not pierce the veil of Lyle’s exhaustion. His memory, the vision of the mounting blood, felt unreal. The marine layer had rolled in with the night’s cool, heightening the strangeness. Occasionally headlights swam up out of the fog, the vague shapes of alien drivers flickered and were gone. Lyle had passed through a membrane—*a glass, darkly—*and everything normal was rendered strange, as though the laws underpinning the universe had grown suddenly elastic. His fatigue coupled with the new fact of the Word to cast a surreal pall over the familiar streets. He wondered, at each car he passed, about the journey of the driver. Was it possible that just beneath the frequency of his attention there was a whole world of men on grim, predawn errands? Men confronting mad and impossible things, men fallen through unsuspected cracks in their comfortable facade? And just where in the wild blue fuck had it come from?
Lyle made it, not without difficulty, to the faculty lot. He parked askew—someone’s sure to bitch about that he thought, and tittered*—*and walked his scuttling walk across the plaza toward the Humanities complex, fumbling for his keycard. His footsteps seemed to echo off of nothing but haze. The fog encroached, he felt as though it watched him.
His office was a shabby, cramped afterthought on the fourth floor. He turned the bolt behind him as he entered, resting his weary head against the door. He thumped it, once—his forehead, that is—against the wood. He crossed to his chair, the brown faux leather cracked and peeling, and sat heavily. The office was cheaply appointed, but pristine. No tchotchkes or personal touches were in evidence, with the exception of some of Lyle’s own (stark, black-and-white) photography. The book he had found, the impossible book, was not alphabetized on his shelves with the others. It sat alone. Nothing shared, with it, the small rolling side-desk, which Lyle pulled to himself. He reached for the book, heart pounding, hands tremoring. He breathed deeply, closed his eyes. Mastered himself. By and by, the shaking passed. He opened his eyes to look, again, upon the Word.
First there’s fear, of course there’s fear, but then... but then....
Then, perhaps, there was room for curiosity. He had found this thing, this extraordinary thing, or perhaps, just possibly…
“It found me. Maybe it was--meant. For me.”
And if it were, that might make it—would make it—the first thing, the first special thing, that had ever been meant, for Lyle Hereford, Ph.D. He opened the book, the tremor in his hands barely perceptible, now. He sought out the Ag’s—aglow, aglist, aglitter—and found them easily enough. He stared, eyes bulging, straining, at the page.
The Word was gone.
Nothing. No fractal X’s and Y’s, no phantom space, no broken line. Smooth, black column inches, the rhythms of the dictionary, nothing out of place.
“No—no, no, no—” Lyle flipped the page, aggressively, almost tearing it from the binding, another, another, flipped them, faster and faster, scanning, rapidly scanning, seeking white space.
“No, fuck you, no, it was here, you were just here, I didn’t imagine you you cocksucker come back here and talk to me— “
He flipped forward, the opposite direction, toward the front of the fascicle, when he felt something under the pad of his thumb. It was—a shift in the texture, a vibration—a definite, awful, sly little movement. He felt the thing change, somehow. Lyle froze. He held perfectly still—*snake, snake in my hands, subtle subtle snake—*then he slid his thumb, just his thumb, the tiniest hair, a fraction of an inch, over the page-ends. Rasped his thumb, along the margin of the book. *Something, there’s something, right there—*he rasped again. Felt it. Toward the back. A water-damaged page. Lyle seized on it, almost eagerly, letting the book part around it. It stood up like a cowlick. He pressed it carefully down, closed his eyes. Lyle felt a curious swirl of anxiety and hope. He was afraid. Afraid to see it again.
He needed to see it again. He needed to know.
He opened his eyes. He scanned the page, now, a completely different section of the fascicle. Amputee, ampyx, amrel, amrita, amry, amsel. Faster, faster…
There.
Crowded into the bottom-right corner. An empty, white space. Above it, a Word.
A different Word.
This one began with an LN, and to the litany of Y’s had been added double-Us. The same layout: no explicatory text below, nothing else. The single, unpronounceable Word.
“There you are,” Lyle whispered. He turned to his computer, felt for the green button along the back of his monitor, pressed it. He thumbed the spacebar on his keyboard. The desktop awoke mid a staccato burst of tiny electronic clicks, followed by the usual cheery synth-tone. Lyle set a yellow legal pad on his lap, popped the well-chewed end of a mechanical pencil into his mouth, clenched it between his teeth. He tugged open a gray metal desk drawer, hideous and utilitarian, pawed around inside until he found what he wanted, closed it again. He turned back to the Word.
“Tell me a secret,” he said. His voice was queerly pitched, hollow. He hardly recognized it. He held up the small object taken from his desk, held it up above the page, showed it to the Word. It was a pushpin. Tell me. Lyle pricked the ball of his middle finger, blood welled into a fat bead. He turned his hand over, held the blood above the white, watched it distend, watched it fall. This time there was no lightning, no crawl. This time it sizzled, as though he had dropped it on a skillet. It sizzled, bubbled, on the white, then separated, it raised blood-red letters below the Word. Characters. This time, Lyle was ready.
It’s Attic Greek, he realized. The characters stood out in the elegant script of the Septuagint, the language of Alexander the Great. The language that, at one time, had conquered the world, and had later been conquered in turn. A language of emperors, and of slaves. Lyle sucked on his bleeding finger as he hunched over the legal pad, copying out the unfamiliar letters:
ύπνος
It was a matter of a few moments to download a keyboard for ancient Greek characters on the desktop. A few more to pull up Google, find a translator widget, and hunt-and-peck his way to the answer. The cursor blinked beside the translation. The word beneath the Word, the Greek extraction written in blood, fat and placid and banal:
sleep
Lyle felt a flush of disappointment. He had expected something, he realized. Some kernel of an answer. The name of a daemon, or of a god. A celestial body, perhaps. And why Greek? If it was printed in the nineteenth century, printed in English in the nineteenth century? Lyle turned back to the fascicle but the blood was gone. He brushed a cautious knuckle across the white gap and found it dry.
Thirsty, he thought. You feel thirsty.
The language of Alexander, and of Oedipus Rex, and of Aristotle. He considered the Word. Sleep. A definition? Was the book itself carrying some kind of, what, repository, fragments of a lost language, preserved by some oblique arcana? The work of a secret society, or a cult? Some Rosicrucian gimmickry? He looked down at the white space, the secret-keeping space, awakened by blood. Considered, again, the crooked syllables, the LM, the double-X, the Y’s and double-U’s.
Sleep.
Sleep was a word with a certain beauty. Especially for the chronic insomniac. A beauty and a kind of longing. Sleep. The LM, the double-X, the Y’s and the double-U’s. Strange, riotous Word.
“Sleep is a beautiful word.” Lyly was unaware that he had spoken aloud. The LM, the double-X, in the middle, the double-X. It occurred to him that this Word, too, was beautiful.
Beautiful and possessed of a kind of interior sense, Lyle realized. A kind of logic. When you think about it.
The double-X, a kind of sluggish, sloughing sound in the middle. A collapse, to link the long consonants, as if the effort of producing the Word were too much for one’s throat, all at once. The LM, the double-X, the double-U’s. Lyle opened his mouth, still unaware. The Word intensified, in his field of vision, came into a sharp focus. The rest of the page somehow fell around it. Lyle wondered if he was being hypnotized. There was no more color in the world, he knew how to say the Word, the Word was teaching him, patiently, to say it, he opened his mouth not knowing and he said the Word that meant Sleep and—
#
Lyle awoke on the floor of his office. He shook his head, once, experimentally. He winced—his left temple was sore; a bruise was coming on.
Did I fall? Black out? The fascicle was still on his side-desk. It was closed, now. His computer was dark and quiet, hibernating. All at once he remembered—*oh, my God—*it wasn’t a definition or a repository or a code—
“It’s a command,” he croaked, his voice husky in the stillness. Everything clicked, almost audibly, like tumblers turning in his head. It was a command, and that made the book something else, that made the book something very much else indeed, oh, oh God, that makes it something else.
What time is it? The sun hadn’t risen, the streetlights still slanted through his shitty, frail blinds. Traffic had picked up though, he could hear it outside, and he felt—incredible, I feel incredible—fine, other than the bump on his noggin and a few cricks in his shoulders, his neck, Lyle felt like a million bucks. He pawed at his phone. He carried it in his front-left pocket, and if he had fallen on it it might have—
The phone showed 9:44PM. He had slept, all right. He ran the math. He had been at his desk, it had been maybe five thirty…
It put me to sleep for sixteen hours? Lyle have never slept that long in his life, to the best of his knowledge*.* It was enough to make him want to weep. He’d been just an anxious little bedwetter when his long war against insomnia began, and the notion of simply saying a Word, a beautiful Word, and dropping off like a stone—
He crossed to his office door, turned the bolt. Opened it. A sticky-note was affixed to the outside:
Dr. L, wasn’t able to get ahold of you today, hope you feel better. Walked the class through Act III, reiterated their assignments re: Marlowe comparison & cut them loose, will check in tomorrow first thing.
It was James’s fluid cursive. Even his penmanship was pretty*.*
Lyle turned his attention back to the fascicle. He picked it up carefully, reverently. He felt a surge of glee, an unbridled joy at the power in his hands. When he closed his eyes he could still see the sleep-Word, the constellation of unwieldy letters stood out bright and vivid. His heart raced with the implications of his discovery—something else something else it’s something else—
The term Grimoire drifted hazily across his consciousness.
He rasped his thumb along the margins and felt immediately the bristle of the damaged page, somewhere in the center. He held the book upright and let it fall open, the single page left standing. He smoothed it carefully down. He looked upon the book.
The empty white stood out easily, in the center column, the exact mid-point. Above it was yet another Word, this one shorter, beginning with an A and three O’s, a sound meant to be moaned. Lyle rummaged for another push-pin in his desk. He pricked his ring-finger, this time—*spread the love, I might be doing this a lot—*and smeared a sizzling patina of blood onto the white paper. The red letters formed on the page, he couldn’t wait for them, he was greedy for them—
That isn’t Greek, Lyle realized. The new Word was explicated in a much more familiar—and, curiously, more recent—tongue. The new Word was translated in Latin.
libido
Was the first Word I saw translated into Greek? he wondered. When I ran from the library, from the blood, the first time, were those Greek letters? He couldn’t be sure, it had happened so quickly, and hysteria warped the memory.
He couldn’t be sure, no. But he didn’t think so.
“Libido,” he pronounced into the quiet of the office. “Lust. Desire.” He stood there a long moment, lost in thought. Finally he reached beneath his desk and pulled out a slender leather briefcase. He wouldn’t leave it at the office again, not—
Not knowing what it can do.
He placed the fascicle inside, locked the briefcase, and killed the grating fluorescents overhead. As he left the office he crumpled James’s sticky note in his fist and let it fall.
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CONTINUED IN PT. 2:
https://www.reddit.com/Horror_stories/comments/13wyq9j/ghost_word_pt_2/

SBI but mostly bedrockbros.
Apocalypse Stories all SbI, Tommy-centric, or BedrockBros.
I'll put down my roots when I'm dead
“I had a little brother. He’s dead.” Wilbur mumbled, and Phil’s heart squeezed. “I’m sorry, mate.” he said. Wilbur swallowed. “It’s fine. It was a while ago.” “How long ago, if you don't mind me asking?” Wilbur looked back at Phil. “A month.” Phil’s eyes widened. He inhaled sharply. That's not a while ago.
or
SBI in a zombie apocalypse
Endure and Survive
Short but is a mix of bedrock bros, Technodad, and Ranboo. It's short and sweet.
“You’re lyin’ to me,” the man said before Tommy could walk out the door. “Aren’t you? I know most groups scoutin’ the area around here, but none of them had a kid with them last time I checked. Unless your group’s not from around here and you 'wandered off' a bit further than anticipated—”
“Fuck off,” Tommy interrupted. “I don’t want to join your stupid group so you can stop trying to talk me into it. I’m better off on my own, anyway.” The man blinked at him, his mouth hung slightly open, but no words came out.
“I’m not part of any group. I’m on my own, too,” the man answered. “You just…you remind me of myself,” he added quietly. Tommy had to strain his ears to hear it.
Or: Tommy and Ranboo are, respectively, suffering during the apocalypse. Techno takes them under his wing.
Brain Dead in the Apocalypse
“Shush, old man. Quiet.” He hissed out, “I’m going for a… walk. I’ll find you two later. Thanks, for- uh, taking care of me, I guess? But also you overstepped my boundaries, like by a thousand times. So I’d appreciate it if you fucked off.” He crossed his arms, letting his bat lean against his leg as he leveled them all with a glare.
“You liked it when I was carrying you—“ Techno, like the fucking bitch he was, decided to throw onto the table. His lips pulled up into a smug smile as Tommy recoiled backwards, feeling his cheeks flush.
“Y-you’ve got it wrong! I fucking hate you, and Phil! The only reason I've stuck around this long is to grace the two of you with my company! I take it all back, neither of you are my idols and I hate you fucking bitches and I never want to see your ugly faces again—“ Tommy rambled, his voice going a couple of pitches higher against his will. Fucking puberty.
“But you said I was your favorite?” Techno innocently asked, “You never acted like this whenever I hold you while you shiver away, clinging onto me like a little baby bird.”
Or Tommy is an infamous villain who attracts the attention of the Syndicate in the apocalypse.
BDITA is one of my top three apocalypse fics because I really don't like zombie apocalypse fics normally. I usually hate them. But BMAF Tommyinnit in a zombie apocalyptic, I at least have to give it a chance and read it.
These are the other ones that are in my top three.
Forged in Blood and Bones
Tommy was just an orphan when the fucking zombie apocalypse hits. He doesn't expect to find a family during end-times, but here we are.
I can't choose which of the two come in slot two. But I'm leading towards "Thats my kid" it's definitely one of the best and the author doesn't give themselves enough credit.
That's my Kid, That's my Sunrise
When the apocalypse started Tommy thought he was going to die the first week. Turns out he lasted longer and with a little companion with him. Or Tommy and shroud the spider but add some angst (of course fluff as well)
[Rough start btw! My writing has improved since then I swear!]
I don't feel like it has a rough start, but it's good
Tainted Love
Thomas Theseus Innit was only 5 when the zombie apocalypse started, 7 when his parents both lost their lives to the weirdly smart and athletic zombies.
Now here he was; after years of surviving on his own, wondering if his decision to go into this strangely abandoned city was a good one.
Especially since the place holds a few walkers way too sentient for his liking, and why won’t they leave him alone? Or His awakening wasn't so peaceful.
The first thing he noticed was that burning feeling that clung to his skin the moment he entered the city.
Like he was being watched.
Then he realized how dark it was. It must still be night, but the soft moonlight that acted as his only comfort was now gone, replaced by a tall shadow. Tommy was confused for a moment, until the shadow moved.
He was up in an instant, whipping around to look at the bedroom window behind him.
There, squating on the apartment buildings fire escape, was a zombie.
It was right up against the glass, rapid breath causing it to fog from its proximity.
It’s blood shot eyes staring right at him.
SBI Zombie Apocalypse AU
This is a Sleepy Bois Inc and Co Zombie Apocalypse au. Basically I write out my interpretation of events that happen in the au and we vibe. They may be a little out of character but shrugs they probably act different in an apocalypse anyway let me live.
The description for the two part series is kinda shit but the actual stories aren't bad at all and are a good read. Again typically hate any and all apocalypse stories but I can read a decent amount.
All the lonely people
Two people lost after the end of the world. One is a boy, confused and scared, missing his older brother and only guardian. The other is a man, on the edge of losing his mind. Together they find each other and find what they are missing. Family.
My favorite duo Bedrock bros, but technodad/dadnoblade version, I've read all 150 tabs of Technoblade & Tommyinnit (Video Blogging RPF) No regrets I do it every couple of weeks because there are always new ones.
Big boys don't cry (even when they should
Hack, slash, hide. Technoblade was quite an expert at this whole apocalypse thing already. It was some time already after all.
Maybe six years? At least three since he had to start gathering things by himself. But Technoblade was proud to be the Provider in his little family. Heaven’s know that Wilbur wouldn’t be able to do half the shit Techno was doing.
Or: Technoblade centric zombie au. I promise, it's a GOOD ENDING, and no, Techno does not die
Honestly no my favorite read but it's still good and could be to someone else's taste. It's just not mine.
Zombie hunting is not an approved camp activity
Building a zombie apocalypse team is hard work, they have to be ready for absolutely anything the apocalypse can throw at them.
So when the apocalypse arrived, Technoblade was displeased to discover his team consisted of himself, three 13 year olds with exactly zero life preservation skills, and a broken figurine of an obscure comic book hero lovingly named Micheal.
When a zombie eventually takes him out, he's going to fist fight whoever decided that these were fair odds.
AKA Techno is a moody teen who hates kids but there's an apocalypse and suddenly he's in charge of three of them, they are the bane of his existence but they are also so small and he would die before he lets them get hurt.
10 out of 10 would recommend. This was a nice long one shot that is absolutely worth the read and probably a reread.
Vampire/Fledgling stories
What did he think about the blood
It's a series called kind smiles accompanied by crimson eyes.
They were one family of sadistic fucks, and that warmed Phil's heart.
OR
Wilbur takes his little brother hunting for the first time.
Behind the restaurant
Tommy's Sir decided to leave him, so now he gets his own food. And so one evening, Past the place where he usually steals from people, a strange looking rich pink-haired man walks, This is Tommy's best chance to earn his own food in weeks.
Or Tommy lives on the street and steals from everyone he sees, until he stumbles upon a rich vampire who seems to know where his Sire is.
Short and sweet story that I recommend if you're looking for a quick read.
I'll send my best regards
It's a 3 part series that I also highly recommend.
New Child Acquired
The Land of His Brothers
Tommy held his breath, his eyes squeezing shut. His feet were placed back on the ground, the hand loosed on his neck, hovering there, barely touching...
He opened his eyes, and looked up at the creature. It was staring at him, he couldn’t make out the emotion on its human-like face. Its golden eyes glistened, piercing, as they met eye to eye.
Finally, after a long moment it spoke, “Hullo.”
Or
There's a lack of Vampire fics in this Fandom and some of ya'll need some good parental figures in your lives.
The ending kinda sucks but it's an ending none the less and over all its a good read.socks.
What Are We Waiting For
“This is probably the worst cell they’ve tried to keep me in,” Tommy says out loud, mostly to himself. The other vampire at least shifts like he heard Tommy.
“I mean really, they’ve got you all chained up, but what about me? You’re big and all, but I doubt you could take me in a fight. I’m the best and biggest man out there, nothing can compare. You would really think that people would learn from their mistakes,” Tommy sighs. He pulls his knees up to his chest and sets his head on them. The humans had interrupted his sleep.
“I don’t think you could beat me in a fight,” the other vampire says after a minute, his voice sounding rough. It’s almost like he had been screaming.
“No, I definitely could. It’s not even a competition,” Tommy says, puffing his chest out. That one earns him a soft snort.
New Moon
“I need your help to kill a vampire,” He mumbles under his breath, his chest rapidly taking in air as his heart pounds in his chest, “Alright? There. Now let me go.”
Techno hums, his hands slowly unwrapping from around his neck, though one lingers. He pushes his chin up with one hand, trialing a finger down his neck with the other. Tommy shivers at the touch, being reminded that the guy in front of him is a fucking vampire.
“Who, little witch?” He croons, goosebumps running up along his arms as Techno stops at his pulse point, no doubt feeling how fast his heart was beating.
Or Tommy is a lonely witch that falls right into the hands of three waiting vampires.
It was one of the better vampire stories and a worth it read plus it's part of a series of different stories.
Soulmate-Alternate Universe
Soul Paint
Tommy remembered a time when his skin was painted with the marks of those, he knew, loved him. Until the day he realized they faded.
Exile Canon Divergence fic, where Tommy realizes the soul marks, shared with his family and friends, have disappeared. He’s convinced he’s become unlovable. His family tries to fix that.
Smoke fills the lungs
Dandelions represented rebirth, the first sign of life that sprouted after a harsh winter. So Tommy couldn't help but believe as those same petals spilled from his mouth that maybe he needed to die before he was someone worthy of love.
Or Exile BedrockBros Soulmate/Hanahaki AU
This is one of my favorite soulmate fics. It does include hanahaki in it, my guilty pleasure is Hanahaki, Major character death. Or neglected Tommyinnit fics.
I will look for you as the sun rises higher
What is your heart's true desire?
What is it that you really want?
The question was asked too often by people that the gods decided to lend an ear.
Thus, soulmates were created.
OR
MCD March prompt #15: 'Hold still' with bedrockbros
Another favorite I recommend to read. It's short and sweet.
Withered Feathers
Tommy is a crime fighting vigilante by night. By day, he's a tired café worker. He ignores the wither rose and feather on his back. It's not important, his soulmates will come when they come. He needs to focus. The Syndicate is an ever looming threat for his vigilante persona. And his life outside of it is complicated as a nearing-adult pretending to be almost 20.
This story definitely could have put more focus on the soulmate aspect and be more descriptive in my opinion but it's not a bad read.
You're on your own kid )you always have been)
6,000 words and absolutely one of my if not my favorite bedrockbros soulmate fics. It's a good read and I've reread it a million times.
Branded Hearts and Golden Anchors
Everyone had at least one soulmate in Tommy’s world and everyone, par a select few, yearned for the day that words would begin to appear across their body, showing just what their soulmate thought of them, after all it showed only if it was utterly and completely true in their heart. It was how you knew you had met them because nobody could form a proper opinion of someone they had never met, right?
Yet maybe some could.
When Tommy was born, pink and screaming, a singular word scrawled across his heart, it’s ink black and damning with promise.
Mine.
OR: A possessive SBI soulmate AU
It gets dark towards the end, like real dark but not exactly dead dove do not eat. But in my opinion if you're more sensitive you might think that should be a tag.
As God Looks On in Abject Apathy
Technoblade was the blood god, he had no need for a soulmate. He fought and he killed without discrimination, he was something unholy, something monstrous, something made from blood. He had no need for weakness, for a soulmate.
Tommy dies on the battlefield. He dies young and bloody, with no soulmark, no soulmate.
Another favorite probably equal or more of a favorite than "you're on your own (you always have been)" highly recommend.
I Loved You Like The Sun
It had been hard, at first. To accept that they wanted him.
That he wanted him.
But they would wait as long as it took.
Tommy was theirs after all.
Or
(Platonic) SoulmateAu with AngelDuo fluff.
Oh, and TwinsDuo are there.
And it's a FosterAu.
It's so cute and is about angel duo and I just can't help but like it.
Brave face, talk so lightly, hide the truth
Tommy's never been real big on the whole soulmate thing, if he does have a soulmate they're probably not a huge fan of him due to the times he gets punched in the face or runs into tables. What he doesn't expect is his foster-brother, Wilbur, to be his soulmate.
Tommy’s eyes land on Wilbur, “Your soulmate is probably being abused.”
Tommy gets to watch the blood run out of Wilbur’s face, and how he goes deathly pale in about five seconds.
“Huh?” Wilbur whispers.
Crimeboys soulmate au + foster au. This is another favorite duo of mine, although nothing compares to my addiction for bedrockbros. Highly recommend but trigger warning includes talks of abuse and bullying.
Please don't fine me (I'm not ok)
Tommy does not breathe and he does not laugh and he does not swear. Tommy is not the harsh cry of a fledgling eagle soaring over the brisk mountain tops. Tommy is not the wind teasing the tall aspen, Tommy is not the babbling brook in the morning sun. Tommy is not life itself and he is not nothing at once.
Or at least, not anymore.
or: a c!bedrock bros hanahaki soulmate au with plenty of allium duo fluff as well <3
Has my top two favourite duos. Also this story has a special place in my heart always making me eye water. No I don't cry over stories! You're crying over stories!
Building Bonds
Tommy had been in the foster system since he was six, and every family he had been placed with since then turned him away within a couple months for being a "problem child". The only thing that had kept him going was the pale yellow band around his wrist and the bond that was connected to it.
Only, he hadn’t seen his soulmate in over two years and now he was standing in front of a new house, once again preparing to be thrown out within the month.
A little bedrock, a little angel duo, and lots of past trauma for Tommy. This is crime boy soulmate+foster au. Tommy and Wilbur are separated as Wilbur aged out of the system.
To Be Hesitant of Acceptence
Hey Tommy," he said, cheerfully. "Clocking in, big man?" he tilts his head, offering a smile.

"Yep, you clocking out, boss man?" he hiked his bag higher on his shoulder.

"Yep. Was gonna work overtime but my schedule changed at school again. Wil should be here though if you wanna bother him."

"Oooh, I might." He started to walk back to the employee area before he turned on his heels. "Tell Boob Boy and Yellowed that we still gotta do the thing."

Tubbo rolled his eyes. "Very specific, Tommy. And I will."

Or Tommy works in a store in a world where everyone has soulmate identifying marks at 18. Follow this short journey where he finds his soulmates and his reaction. Bad summary, but I promise the fic is good.
Classic Tommy being iffy about soulmates ans running away when he meets his soulmate. The amout of soulmate au, where he doesnt think he deserves one, has one, or doesn't want one is in so many fics
Paint me in colors (I can no longer see)
It was expected, everyone had soul mates and every one of them left a mark the first time they touched you. A brush of color to remind you that you are loved and loved back. It was human. Tommy loved without restraint and by the tender age of ten he had the habit of marking everyone he touched, and they stuck.
This is an angsty story. That all I have to say
I saw you on the train last night (and I just walked on by)
Platonic Soulmate AU CrimeBoys Edition
Wilbur soot is stuck in a time loop. The only way out of it is to find his “soulmate”.
Well, Wilbur doesn’t believe in soulmates.
TLDR: Time loop shenanigans with Wilbur Soot
I personally usually hate timeloop stories, but I make an exception for soulmate timeloops. Good read definitely recommend it. Crime boys soulmates au.
Forged in Love
"So don’t fucking underestimate me, Blade. Adults tend to forget that kids don’t exactly have strong morals to get what they want.” Techno stared down into the baby blue eyes, a familiar spark of thrill reaching his heart, the same spark he felt when he first met Phil.
“I doubt you have an extra mending book laying around.” Are you truly worthy of my curiosity?
“I actually do, prick.” Fuck. You.
—
Tommy may seem harmless at first glance, but Phil and Techno know otherwise. To be a gemsmith, a person who connects soulmates, is not a profession for those who are docile.
But Tommy is intriguing at first glance. Always talking, always moving, always challenging them. So they stick around. Not too long though, they have two other soulmates to find, but long enough to develop their relationship beyond customer and shopkeeper.
If only they realized why they were developing this relationship in the first place before the Hunters came knocking on Tommy’s shop.
Or
Local child is snarky enough to catch two war General’s attention and it escalating from there
This is one of my favorite longer soulmate stories and a very good read. I highly recommend it and on my opinion it's one of the better multi-chapter soulmate stories. Not better than "As God Looks On in Abject Apathy" in my opinion.
My Bond and My Enemy
Tommy is ready to visit the city on his own, without his coven following him. It's been five years since he's turned, so he thinks it's only fair. It's during this outing that he meets Technoblade.

OR
Soulmate AU, based on the prompt (SPOILERS) "Platonic soul mates except its a vampire who finds out their soul mate is either a Werewolf or vampire hunter" by bberry
A good read, short yet with a decent amount of words. Good choice if your looking for a quick read that's not a oneshot.
The chances for meeting your soulmate are slim but never zero
Tommy had three soulmates. He had named them Crow, Note and Poem according to the way he can identify them. Yet why must they be so hard to find? How is he meant to not doubt fate when he was already 16 and had not found his soulmate?
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Or: Tommy doubts the red string of fate, therefore fate sends him off on a trip of chance to find his soulmates in different places. Who would have known an arcade would be the place he’d find his first?
It's cute SBI soulmates and absolutely worth the read and I love it and it has Technoblade meeting Tommy in person. It pulls on my heartstrings because they never got to do that IRL.
Sanguine Souls
The world hates soulmates.
It’s a contradictory thing, there are very good and very valid reasons for it despite how alluring the concept of soulmates is. It must be nice. Imagine someone fated for you to trust forever, to behold, in every waking moment, with lingering thoughts and associations about happiness and goodness and everything that should be lovely in any sort of relationship between two people. It’s a beautiful concept.
Too beautiful.
Technoblade blinks. There’s a familiar sound from the television. He looks up, and he sees the familiar flash of reds and blues on the television screen with a dreadful set of words underneath it.
‘SOULMATES CONFIRMED. ONE DECEASED.’

~+~
OR Soulmate AU where An Encounter with Death is a necessary requirement, according to the laws of the universe, to confirm who your soulmate is. Technoblade and Wilbur had gotten the wrong message one time, but the world corrects that when Tommy runs into them.
OR OR Twinsduo angst to give rise to Bedrock bros until it somehow turns into Neapolitan Trio in the ending. PROMPT: soulmate wasn't who they thought they would be
Tommy is Tommy, Techno is srubborn and denying the truth. Wilbur is just... angsty with bedrockbros soulmates in the mix. Good read I recommend and this is one of my top ten soulmate recs.
Gentle people (with flowers in their hair)
In a world where soulmates existed, Tommy didn’t want anything to do with it.
When he was eight, his father left Tommy’s mother, because he didn’t really want to marry her, but the universe forced his hand.
Now, he was sixteen, and staring with wide eyes as Wilbur Soot gestured wildly, revealing flowers on his arm identical to the ones Tommy had concealed before the stream.
or, Tommy doesn't want one soulmate, never mind three
Classic Tommy not wanting a soulmate because he's tramitized by his parents being horrible soulmates and not working.
Fae
the wild hunt of old (will bring something new)
Tommy could feel his presence behind him, keeping his mouth shut as a hand reached over, grasping the hand that had him in a grip, cutting the boy off from his words, like he had stolen them from his mouth himself.
“Who did this to you Theseus?” Muted gasps were shared as the drumming and whispers were joined by the howls of the hounds.
“All of them.” He whispered sadly, eyes unable to look away from the looks of hatred and betrayal. But there was no pity for them. They had made their beds and he knew that Techno would make them lie in them.

Tommy found his home in the forest. However his treatment from his own home will be their undoing when the Fae King unleashes the Wild Hunt.
Absolutely my favorite fae fic and a top 3 fic ever my ao3 list. Possessive Technoblade is there and is a little dark but nowhere close to dead dove do not eat. I could probably recite most if not all of this story.
Follow the golden hair and sapphires that stare back
"I know how to get there, I'm not the one lost, you are." The kid exclaims and Wilbur humours him. He knows kids like to put on a brave face although this kid seems to be pretty good at it.
"Oh yeah? Well, I guess you gotta help me out huh?"
The enthusiastic nod that follows is worth it as the kid jumps around like he's got too much energy in his tiny body.
"I will, but only if you do one thing." The kid says, almost seriously as he puts up a one finger.
Wilbur crouches fully now, hands still on his knees still.

"Oh yeah and what's that?"

The kids smile turns sweet as he rocks on his heels and folds his arms behind his back.
"Can I know your name?" He asks sweetly, like a kid asking for some sweets before bed. There's a fight going on in his head. A small part saying no but the bigger says what's the harm?
It's just a kid.
"I'm Wilbur."
Or
Wilbur cuts through a park to get home. Doesn't look where he's going and then, pop, he's in the world of the fae. It's part of a fae series where Tommy tricks sbi. Good read and super worth it.
Bullied by fae
The fae scrunches his nose and huffs, "I'm gonna send you to my brother so he can bully your ass and get you into our realm, dick'ead."
Techno only hums, sliding his basket down from his arm, to his hand, "Yeah kid, send me to big brother."
Or;
Techno meets fae!Tommy. He's not really how he pictured fae to be
It's just funny and makes me smile and it's Tommy being Tommyinnit but fae. Techno being Techno. Looking for somthing short and funny this is it.
Nectar and Blood
Blade had a quiet life.
Nothing out of the ordinary happened to him – which is why it came as such a shock when a boy walked into the smithy.
Blade could feel the difference in the boy before he ever laid eyes on him. He could feel the way the already warm forge seemed to burn brighter in the presence of the creature that just stepped in.
And of course, the sight of the fae – even dressed down to fit in with the townspeople more, they stuck out like a sore thumb. The boy's hair was shaped into perfect, shining golden curls. Their eyes shone as blue as the summer skies, and even their relatively drab brown clothing was perfectly clean, free of any mud or dust from the streets.
Blade paused in his work, enough to give a polite greeting. Whether they were inside a faerie ring or not, the fae always worked by the same rules. Such rules had been imprinted into Blade’s mind before he had ever been allowed to step outside of his family's home.
Tommys good at using Technos desire and affection against him. One of the good fae fics.

I hear now and again how the book Kabbalah Magic and the Great Work of Self Transformation by Lyam Thomas Christopher, is not Golden Dawn. However I disagree with this notion, as even in the book, it is always intended to be a book of Self Initiation through the Outer Grades of the Golden Dawn. One thing to remember is that the Golden Dawn is a living tradition, as such modernizations do happen, which is what this is. It is a more modern version of the Golden Dawn teachings, yes it adds rituals that were originally meant for the outer order, like the hexagram ritual, but these are still based on Golden Dawn rituals. The rituals presented in this book are based of information found by Golden Dawn adepts like Israel Regardie and Dion Fortune. And yes there is some influence from Crowley, but I believe having the the student initiate by repeating the Middle Pillar ritual, as well as studying the original initiation rituals as provided in the Golden Dawn by Israel Regardie, makes for a solid initiation into the Tradition of the Golden Dawn.

Well that was disturbing. IF you did read the last chapter, now then the only place left to go is insanity and I’m pretty sure we have arrived. I hope you all enjoy this next one! Also this chapter is a bit insane. Mainly caused by one individual that was mentioned long ago. This fanfic is based off the fanfic The isolationists, by Seeyouon_otherside. Constructive criticism is appreciated.
Memory Transcript Subject: Lieutenant Colonel Leminarc, Zeyzel of the wanderer fleet.
“So what’s the supply situation?”
Captain Leiejaa flipped through her pad “Admittedly sir it could be worse, we have been going through our supply at a slower rate than expected this past week since we joined the others but it’s still bad. We’ve got about half a year left of supply for all ships and crew IF we ration, and. That’s not counting Alvaro, since he needs to eat a lot more than us. Counting him…we have a little less than a year, not bad, not great.” She then flipped over a few more pages. “The good news is that Alvaro’s movies, TV shows, and video games have drastically improved morale,” I raised an eyebrow when I noticed her ‘scooby-doo’ pin and the 'Vault-girl' patch on her uniform, “and his idea about using solar panels that we found in that federation shipwreck has decreased power consumption by twenty five percent. Also Steve’s idea to put those catch things on the engines actually gives us some raw metals to work with. Meaning metals aren’t that big of a supply issue right now.”
“Who is Steve?” I asked
She flipped through to the crew log. “One of the janitors, he’s been pretty helpful in coming up with ideas to save power and resources.”
I nodded, then groaned at the realization I just had. “We need to find a place to re-sock our fleet. But I don’t know this area well.” Turning to my nav officer I asked “We’re are we?”
After a few quick checks on his monitor he replied with surprise in his voice. “Close to what the federation considers mapped space, bordering Human space as well.”
“Wait, when did we get here?”
“A day ago. We are just outside the space dividing the line between Human space and what the Federation considers their territory. I would advise against going any farther
“Contact the rest of the fleet make sure-”
\BEEP-WHA**
The hell was that? I looked towards the coms station to see where that came from.
\BEEP-WHA**
Captain Leiejaa suddenly got this very distant look on her face.
“Captain, are you alright?”
“No, no it can’t be.”
“Can’t be what Captain Leiejaa? Talk to me.”
She ran over to the coms station and listened to the sound again.
\BEEP-WHA**
She then pulled out her pad and clicked on something, \BEEP-WHA**, the same exact noise.
“Sir you remember that signal my team was working on before I officially joined you?”
“I do, why?”
“Sir…this is that signal…and I got a source on it!”
I called the Shredder immediately. “Shredder, this is the Oro’ do you copy?”
“I do Oro’ what’s going on?”
“We are picking up a signal that my crew was tracking before we joined you. We just got a lock on its origin.”
“Hmmm, do you think there could be supplies for us all?
“That’s a good possibility, and we don’t exactly have a lot of options either.
After a brief moment of silence a response came over the com’. “Alright let’s investigate. We do this slowly and safely.
The fleet then primed their FTL engines and jumped to the signal source. After a brief moment of silence my log officer spoke up.
“Um, sir, this isn’t a signal, this is a compressed data file.”
Captain Leiejaa turned around in surprise. “It’s a what?!”
“A compressed data file. Look, you can see the data itself.”
“How did my team miss this?” Leiejaa said with a combination of shock and surprise.
“It’s because we’re so close to the signal's location now captain. our log office replied, “if we had picked it up over any other distance it would have been garbled nonsense.”
I consider something for a moment. “Can you open it?”
“Yes I can, give me a second.”
After the log officer fiddled with the data for a bit he was able to de-compile it.
“It’s ready sir. They’re audio files sir.”
“Alright, play them.”
“Playing now.
“TURN BACK IT'S MAD! MAD!”
“ALL FEDERATION FORCES RETREAT! DO NOT ENGAGE THIS…THING! AHHHHH!”
“THIS IS THE ATOMICGUN FLEET! WE NEED BACK UP! I REPEAT WE NEED…”
“ITS MORE INSANE THAN THE ARXUR! IT'S..IT'S LOOKING AT US RUN! RUN AWAY!
“THIS IS AN SOS PLEASE ANYONE HELP”.
“IT HACKED OUR WEAPONS SYSTEMS! ALL OF THEM. ITS FORCING US TO ATTACK THE OTHERS! AHHH!
“IT JUST HACKED INTO OUR FTL DRIVE! ITS TURNING IT ON! NONONO!”
Hundreds of SOS’s, retret orders, cries for help, just came flooding in, all Federation, what the hell is going on?!
“Sir coming out of FTL now!”
We dropped out and…I dropped my pad, there were just…thousands of warships. It was a sea of shipwrecks so thick it was hard to see past, and bodies. What happened here?
We made our way through the sea of debris. Bumping into bodies and smaller debris as they bounced off of our shields, the Oro’ led the charge since about 23% of the front of the ship is solid metal. Which allowed us to ram enemy ships with little to no damage. Or to clear debris fields in this case.
The damage to these ships was bizarre. Some appeared to be completely intact then for scans to show that they were just hollow, everything but the shell just gone. Others were turned inside out. Others had their back ends just gone or so stretched that it looked like gum, we’re there FTLS would be located...some were just demolished. The dead bodies showed very similar damage.
“Sir!” A scanner crew man spoke up. “There are ships of every combat class imaginable here!
“We’re nearing the center sir. Where the signal is coming from.”
The debris got more dense the farther we went in, forcing the other ships to fall in line behind us. I heard a door open and close behind me.
“Hello everyone what’s…MARY JOSEPH WHAT HAPPENED HERE!?” And there’s Alvaro.
“Your guess is as good as mine buddy.”
We continued to look in awe and horror as we passed through. Then we broke through and saw an empty part of space. In the middle of that space was a Federation space station type I had never seen before.
“Does anyone have any idea what type of station that is?”
“Oh no…”
I looked to my left to see Sergeant first class Anax.
“You know this station?”
He nodded and looked extremely uncomfortable.
“Before I became Alvaro’s caretaker I was part of a crew looking for this place. This is the medical station, I use the term medical station VERY loosely, Mortem. This was more of an experimentation station, they would bring captured Arxur and federation citizens, that had that so-called predator disease, here. They did horrible things to them. Experimentation's, cross species breeding, forced evolution, literally sewing one species body parts onto another, and way way worse. This whole place was a madhouse. We were tasked with finding it so if we ever went to war we could immediately find this place and destroy it. It wouldn’t surprise me if you, Alvaro, and Aurora were still in captivity you would have been brought here.”
“Hmmm, it doesn’t look operational any more.”
“SIR! We’re being hailed!”
“By who?”
“The station sir!”
The station?!?!
“Answer it! I want to know who this is! Tell the others to get into battle formation.”
“Yes sir!”
The video opened and all I was met with was a giant red mechanical eye.
“AHAHAHAHAH! LOOK AT WHAT IT ISSSSS! A NEW PREDATOR SPECIES? OOHHHHHH AHHAHAHAHHA! This should be INTERESTING. I AM THE DISCIPLE OF CHAOS, SLAUGHTER OF THOSE WHO HARM CHILDREN FOR FUN. YOU! Who are YOUUUUU!!?! MEEEEHHAHAHAHHAHA!?
“Wait a second, I know that voice.” Alvaro said. “Choking Hazard?”
The eye stopped its rant and focused on Alvaro, then it stepped back. Wait…it’s a Venlil! A very augmented Venlil. It had wires and tubes coming out of its head and going into some kind of small mech suit that had a cannon on either arm and extremely sharp claws. One of its eyes was replaced with a very overly exaggerated red robot eye. Half of its fur was burned off by what appeared to be acid, its lower jaw was completely removed and instead had some sort of speaker. It had no teeth on its upper jaw. One of its ears was replaced with some sort of artificial ear, and its other had even more wires coming out of it. Its head was the only visible organic part of it.
“Alvaro…is that you?!?” The speaker squawked.
“Yes buddy it is!”
It stopped for a moment before emitting an ear splitting screech and started to run around the room it was in like a lunatic while cackling like a madman, which it probably was, knocking over chairs, books, papers, and anything else in its way. It did this for about a minute before returning to the camera.
“ITS AHAHAHHAHAH YOU! AHAHHAHAHAHAH! I MISSED YOU HUMANS, YOU WERE ALL SO SUPPORTIVE OF MY MODDING OF MYSELF! OH WE HAVE SO MUCH TO TALK ABOUT FRIEND! AhahhahahahAhhahahahhAHAHAHAHAHAHEEEE! Please come…AHAHAHAHAHEEHEHEHE…aboard! I’ll get food, and other things you unaugmented need! MMMMREEEHAHAHAHHAHA!
With that the video ended, then the docking procedure was sent to us, leaving us all in a state of absolute confusion.
“Ah, he never changes.” Alvaro was the first to speak. “Don’t worry we can trust him. He might look insane but he’s harmless-ish
“IS HE NOT INSANE?!?!?” Anax yelled.
“Oh no he definitely is, one hundred percent nuts, in all honesty he probably doesn’t even have that many literal brain cells left that he hasn’t replaced with wires or motherboards. He is very truthful and extremely loyal. He really likes his friends and will even tear apart his own body if it means you survive, which he HAS done before.
We then went down to the hangar and got a shuttle ready. A few guards tried to go with us but Alvaro said that that’s a bad idea right now. I got in the pilot seat and we all rode in silence the rest of the way and docked with the station. When we docked, myself, Alvaro and Anax went inside the airlock to meet this nutter.
“Oh! One more thing.” Alvaro reached into his pocket and pulled out something. “This is Neutrolen, knowing Hazard he probably killed everyone in here who wasn’t a predator disease patient or a kid, and left their bodies to rot. Put this under your nose, it’ll help with the smell.”
Taking his advice we took out scoops of the stuff and basically inhaled it so it was so close to our noses. When the door opened…holy shit.
“Dear balancer…” was all Anax could manage.
The hallway was littered with bodies of all types of federation species in extreme conditions of decay. There were scientists, exterminators, soldiers, and more. They were blown apart, chopped into multiple pieces, burned alive, some were stuck in the ceiling and floor, others were nothing more than very dry stains on the… well everywhere, some seemed like they had been pulled apart. The absolute brutality of their deaths worried me. As we continued on our way the Arxur bodies started to appear. They also met very gruesome deaths.
“So uh…how did you meet?” I said to Alvaro trying to distract myself from the horror around me.
“We met when we rescued him from a very small isolated Arxur cattle farm, back before the Battle for earth and what we knew the Arxur truly were. On a side note he participated in the battle of earth and used what he called a space breach device to board a federation ship and fly it into the formation of the other ships. Setting the FLT drive to explode. When he was recovered from an escape pod he was found by some Canadian troops who found him covered in blood and body parts. Now returning to how I met him. The Arxur were actually terrified of him and had used him for sport…but he ended up killing all the Arxur. You would think they would kill him for that but for whatever reason they didn’t. He was Friendly to us which was a massive surprise as all the other rescues were terrified of us. He really wanted to be picked up and pet, many of us happily accepted that. He was not the metal behemoth you saw on the screen then. He really liked to be around humans for whatever reason so he was pretty easy to manage.”
He paused for a moment to remember more.
“The other rescues were really scared of him because at the time we had no idea just how nuts this dude was. It was also rumored among the rescues, and the Arxur that became our POWS, that he actually died but came back because he made a deal with some sort of powerful entity in exchange for powers, the rumors aren’t very clear on that and I also doubt they're true. It was the second week we found him replacing his arm with a mechanical one he made himself, and didn't even bother to use numbing medicine. Just up and chopped it off. That’s when we realized he was nuts and got more strange from there. He would continue to replace body part after body part. Until he made that suit you saw out of a downed Arxur bomber
Alvaro paused then continued.
“What he then did then was jury rig two MK nineteen, the fully auto grenade launcher, into shotguns with an obsessive amount of range. He also made his own shells OUT of the forty millimeter canisters we had left over, he combined slugs, dragons breath, buck shot, and ten millimeter explosives into these absolute incredible shells. Then slapped the suckers on his arms. Then threw an forty millimeter retractable anti-air cannon on his left shoulder and an actual twenty millimeter grenade launcher on his right. He also has mad…what do they call it now? Charisma? Rrizz?
“What, why?” Asked Anax.
“He’s the only Venlil I know that I know who did it with a female human.”
I nearly choked on my saliva and Anax made a really weird noise.
“What!? Ask him yourself!”
We had reached the room that Hazard told us to go to. We opened the door and black mass of metal came flying out and tackled Alvaro.
“HAHAHAHAHHAH! It’s you, it's REALLY YOU! HAHAHHAHA! This, is, AMAZHAHAHHAHA!” Hazard then beat his chest with what I think is glee.
Alvaro simply smiled “Hey buddy great to see you again…you're bleeding on me again.”
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The idea that "Communism killed X million people" is pretty ubiquitous today. The Great Leap Forward (GLF) being the most infamous event, followed up by the Soviet 1930s famine. What`s striking to me is that the key texts for this idea - Rummel`s books, and the Black Book - are from the 1990s ("this idea" as in "Communism killed X million people", not the specific events listed themselves). At first glance, this makes sense, at least for the USSR: with the fall of the USSR, the archives were open. But, say, in the heat of McCarthyism, such bibliographic credibility doesn`t seem like it would be that important (many people today that say Y ideology killed X million people aren't always looking for sources much at all).
On this note, I came across a very interesting article in China Economic Review (paywall, sorry) from 1998. Yet it also was even more puzzling, with relevant parts I'll quote here:

[In the 1960s] There were some contemporaneous reports of famine conditions in 1960 and 1961 in newspapers such as the NYT, magazines such as US News and World Report and Time, and by columnists such as Drew Person and Joseph Alsop. ... Yet most observers and China scholars discounted these reports and, while acknowledging the existence of hunger ... rejected the idea that a large scale famine was occurring.
Another reason for discounting the evidence [of mass famine in China during the GLF] was the character of most of those disseminating it, who were generally on the right of the political spectrum and inclined toward automatic negative evaluation of the record of Chinese Communism. A major case in point is Joseph Alsop ... Reading Alsop`s article today, one is struck by the accuracy of its observations ... but also by the evident lunacy of the context in which placed them. Alsop suggested that Mao wanted a population smaller by a third in order to facilitate his development goals and ... proposed to let them starve to death. Speculating in that vein, Alsop had little hope of inspiring confidence in his judgement or in his use of evidence.

While the 1960s weren`t McCarthyism, it does seem strange that denying the famine of the GLF was so mainstream in the USA at the time (or at least it seems from the paper?). So what did people actually think of Communism then? It seems like whatever it was, it didn`t view Communism as barbarously murderous (which is more common today), unless one was on the right. Am I missing something here?

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KWU – Let It Breathe (4:07) 72. Igor Gonya – Whoo-hoo-hoo (6:02) 73. Charles Webster, Sio – Love Lives (Girls of the Internet Remix) (5:13) 74. Angelo Ferreri – Love Me (Radio Edit) (2:40) 75. Juanher – Mi Arte (5:40) 76. Nathan Nicholson, Sasson (FR), SOMMA – Color Blue feat. Nathan Nicholson (Extended Mix) (5:44) 77. Hallex M, Osunlade – Right Here (Da Mike Remix) (6:25) 78. Domingo + – Going Back Again (7:17) 79. Post Cap Era – Step Into It (6:55) 80. Joy Marquez – Calor (6:21) 81. Giusy Consoli – Feel The Energy (5:53) 82. Envee, Ania Szarmach – Sum Luv (Locally Talking 3nv33 Mix) (7:50) 83. B. B. & Q. Band – Main Attraction (Dr Packer Dubstrumental Mix) (7:08) 84. Kim Kaos – Go With It (4:44) 85. Hurlee – I Need You (5:37) 86. Manuel Tur – Soft Clip (6:18) 87. Chemars – The After (5:11) 88. Re-Tide – Good Vibrations (Extended Mix) (5:31) 89. Yaw Appiah – Hands of Kubi (Original Mix) (7:32) 90. Demarkus Lewis, Dan Laino – What U Thinkin (5:39) 91. Seven77, Sergi Sech – Back To Classics (6:11) 92. Harry Romero – Talkin’ Jack (6:22) 93. Sebastien Dutch, Kreative Nativez – Akwasu (6:56) 94. ILY, Kastelo – Got That Flow (Extended Mix) (3:57) 95. Martin Thomas – Do It Now (La La La) (Extended Mix) (5:22) 96. Phil Weeks, Mikey V – Spinnin’ (6:39) 97. Qusok – In Your Mind (4:36) 98. Miguel Campbell – Private Dancer (6:38) 99. We Are Neurotic – Touch Your Body (5:26) 100. T-Bor – Set Me Free (5:41) 101. Paul Sun – Colombiana (Original Mix) (6:23) 102. Brothers On Cue, Looney Tech – Ethnic (5:45) 103. Funk Mediterraneo – Sweet Love (6:04) 104. Michel De Hey – Far Far (7:10) 105. Jorge Montiel, Juan Laya – 5AM (Mambo Bros Club Remix) [feat. Osvaldo Chacon] (5:57) 106. Charlie Soul Clap, Life on Planets, Greg Paulus – Terrified, Still Alive (feat. Life on Planets & Greg Paulus) (6:45) 107. DJ Popinjay – Funky Light (5:00) 108. Carlita, Andhim – Life (Extended Mix) (6:04) 109. Yooks, Tasha LaRae – Wishing On A Star (6:41) 110. Benjamin Groove – Super Rouge (5:10) 111. Marian (BR) – Drums Power (Extended Mix) (5:40) 112. Magnolia, Venessa Jackson – Never Give Up on Love (4:28) 113. Giman, Chic Ago – The Job (6:29) 114. Serge Gee – Believe (Original Mix) (5:14) 115. Souhail Artwork, Komla – Ayena Donkei (Extended Mix) (7:27) 116. Mizaru – Show Me How (Original Mix) (5:40) 117. Knox – Spin My World (Dub Mix) (9:06) 118. Dustinho, Rona Ray – Can’t Return To You (Original Mix) (7:00) 119. Duwayne Motley – I’ll Wait (6:27) 120. Aris Kokou, Phaze Dee – Azymuth (5:42) 121. DJ Dove, Troy Weekes – I Feel Good (3:30) 122. The Planetoids, Enzo Elia – Golden Eagle (Foamed by Enzo Elia) (5:33) 123. Rick Marshall, Discoloverz – Miss Brown (6:24) 124. Systm B, The Ei Collective – Morning Ritual (8:42) 125. Aleets – House Del Placer (6:28) 126. Mason – Panic! (Extended Mix) (6:43) 127. Jackman Jones, Neil Chin, Roxanne Myles – More Than This (Original Mix) (6:13) 128. Elbio Bonsaglio – Wanna Be (5:37) 129. Criss Korey, Nicola Nisi – The Brass Loops (6:07) 130. Jinadu, Lorenzo Fassi – Into The Fire (Original Mix) (7:30) 131. Adri Block, Paul Parsons – Dubb To My Music (Vintage Nu Disco Dubb) (5:02) 132. Trilucid – Take Me Higher (Extended Mix) (6:28) 133. Eugene Glasgow – People (6:17) 134. José Aranda – Noches De Saxo (5:16) 135. Envee, Ania Szarmach – Sum Luv (3:36) 136. Motion Sky – Strut (7:10) 137. Knox – Spin My World (9:06) 138. Plastic Robots – Tell Me Something (5:30) 139. CARPENTIERI – Don’t You Worry But Think (7:05) 140. St. David – Feel Da Groove (7:12) 141. Doc Link, Sean Biddle – Houseparty (4Peace Superjacked Remix) (5:57) 142. Tchdwn – Elevate (3:54) 143. Filip Grönlund – Let’s Call It Dance Music (Kry IT Remix) (5:14) 144. HUGEhands – Free Fall (6:14) 145. Kaiz – Bunny & Sright (6:13) 146. Sam Curran – Twilight On The Terrace (6:07) 147. Oscar P – Trouble (David Montoya Retouch) (7:20) 148. Rick Marshall – Stay (7:25) 149. Peppe Citarella, Verbo Flow – OYE TIO (Extended Mix) (5:00) 150. Ciro De Gais – Ikigai (7:25) 151. Serge Gee – Slovak Girl (Original Mix) (5:25) 152. Fuzzy Hair – Wheel Me Out (Extended Mix) (5:10) 153. Stanny Abram – Relentless (Extended Mix) (6:07) 154. Native P., Echo Deep, Michael King – Guquka (6:21) 155. Ortella – Needin’U (6:38) 156. Kosmo Kint, Zac Tenenbaum – Magic (3:22) 157. Massimo Ramon – Feel It (7:08) 158. Gavinco – Bring The Check (Extended Version) (4:33) 159. Levantine – Première Fois (6:02) 160. Edgvr Romero – Elevator (Edit) (3:23) 161. Erik Bo – Late Beat (6:19) 162. Tingz – A Rave Ting (6:48) 163. Giovanni Damico – Watch Out (4:52) 164. Liva K – Truth Hurts (Original Mix) (5:36) 165. Larry Funk – Get Away (5:11) 166. Rodriguez Jr., Liset Alea, RJLA – Visions (Tim Engelhardt Remix) (6:14) 167. Matt Gillespie – Give It Up (Original Mix) (6:53) 168. Jackson BlessedSoul, Lesego – Rejoice (7:00) 169. Dexter Troy – La Montée (Original Mix) (6:30) 170. Rick Silva – Afro Cumbia (6:16) 171. DUNN.cruel, Dwson – XANTO (Original Mix) (6:16) 172. Bonetti – Who No Know Go Know (5:12) 173. Dan Hayes, Phat Suppli – Girls Wanna (Original Mix) (5:37) 174. Rony Breaker, Nat Mor – I Feel (Instrumental Mix) (7:07) 175. Juannan – I Can Get You (Eldeanyo Remix) (6:07) 176. Elias Bravo – All Around (Extended Mix) (5:17) 177. Omary, Idd Aziz, Dr Feel – Kolowa (Dr Feel Remix) (7:14) 178. Akeem Raphael – The Vibe (5:53) 179. Unknown Past – Bring It Over Here (6:13) 180. Disco Daddy, Boogietraxx – Y No Luv (Extended Mix) (5:58) 181. We Are Neurotic – Wanna Make U Real Good (6:53) 182. Ronnie Spiteri – Flawless (6:25) 183. Alonso Gonzalez – Buena Vida (6:43) 184. Eli & Fur – Better In The Dark (5:52) 185. Antonio Grassia – Party Maker (6:17) 186. 79.5 – Club Level (4:14) 187. Contrera’s – El Camino (6:20) 188. Nicolas Lacaille – Precious (Original Mix) (4:57) 189. The Deepshakerz, Émilie Rachel – Reasons (Dub Mix) (5:27) 190. Cormac (US) – Razor (7:30) 191. Ezirk – Disco Dynasty (4:16) 192. Oliver Dollar – Strings For Life (6:50) 193. FDF (Italy) – Relaxing Sunday (5:17) 194. DJ Feevos – The Lion (7:20) 195. Hurlee – Glory (5:30) 196. Tigs, Emy Zaluzna – On Seen (feat. Emy Zaluzna) [Gary Esson Remix] (Gary Esson Remix) (6:01) 197. Rivka R3 NYC – Phoenix Rising (Oscar P Rework) (6:10) 198. Rony Chancay – Feel at the Party (5:26) 199. Electronic Youth – Get To Yesterday (6:25) 200. Le Hutin – Lust (6:28) 201. Lesny Deep – Everyday (6:00) 202. Johnick – One Dollar (Angelo Ferreri ‘Groove Re-Touch’ Mix) (4:57) 203. Jackson BlessedSoul, Lesego – Rejoice (Tapes Back2Soul Remix) (8:02) 204. Nico de Andrea, Julia Church – Worst Case Scenario feat. Julia Church (Extended Mix) (5:22) 205. Nicolass – Alright (3:10) 206. Fynn – El Clásico (Original Mix) (7:41) 207. Soulbridge, Pathy Andréas – My Life (7:41)