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heavyhitterheaux · 3 months ago

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Heart's Desire

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

Synopsis: You have the difficult task of telling your parents that you're moving to Atlanta with Jack and Urban and it becomes clear to you the desire to prove to them that you're making the right choice

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader (baby Jack and baby FL)

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The television was on a low volume as you and Jack were laying down in the bedroom with his arms wrapped around you as your head rested on his chest with him stealing kisses from you every few minutes.

It had been a long day of packing up your apartment to anticipate the move to Atlanta since Jack had gotten signed to Generation Now. The goal was for the two of you as well as Urban to move in the next three weeks. Some of your things had already been taken to your apartment in Atlanta in the hopes that you all wouldn't have to move so much at one time. There was just one problem.

The fact that you hadn't told your parents yet and Jack had no idea.

“Babe, you have to show me all your favorite spots once we get to Atlanta. Are you excited?” Jack asked as he looked down at you.

“Yes and I definitely will. Louisville has grown on me but I missed it so much. So I'm happy to be moving back.”

“We'll leave around 6 am or maybe earlier so I guess we can see our parents the day before. What did they say when you told them?”

“Umm, about that….” You started to say and then trailed off.

“What's wrong?” Jack asked as he played with the ends of your curly hair.

“I still haven't told them.” You mumbled into Jack’s chest and he couldn't make out what you had said.

“What was that? You have to speak up, baby.”

“I still haven't told them.” You said louder and Jack looked at you in disbelief.

“BABY! We are literally leaving in a matter of weeks. So, they're just going to come over one day to see our apartment empty and us missing?”

“I know! I know it's bad! But…. I just have a bad feeling.”

“About what? Us moving?” He asked, trying to get more information out of you.

“No, telling them about it. My mom really more so than my dad. I feel like he would be fine with it. She won't be.”

“Why do you think that?”

“I… it's just a feeling that I have. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I know that she's not about to take it well.”

“But you need to tell them as soon as possible. You're technically an adult so it's not like they can really tell you no that you can't go and you're married, but they don't know that part yet.”

“And they're definitely not going to find out until we want them to know.” You replied while sitting up.

“Sooo, when are we doing this? Preferably sooner rather than later.” Jack asked as he sat up with you and rubbed your back.

“Tomorrow I guess. Just drop me off and if it goes to shit, I'm walking across the street to Maggie and Brian.”

“I don't think you're giving your mom enough credit.”

“Maybe you're right but we just have to wait and see. I want to be wrong about this whole thing, truly I do. But I don't know.”

“In the meantime, you need to get some sleep. Come here.” Jack said as he opened his arms so you could lay back down on his chest. He reached over to turn off the lamp that was perched on the bedside table while you grabbed the remote to turn off the tv.

“Baby?” You said after a few minutes of you two laying in silence.

“Hmm?”

“Your entire life is about to change.” You answered as you traced his features with your pointer finger.

“Correction. Our entire lives are about to change. You know wherever I go that you're coming with me. We're a package deal and we really are now that we have rings on our fingers.”

“I know I tell you this all the time, but I am so proud of you. I knew all of your hard work was going to pay off. Even when you didn't believe it yourself and at one point wanted to give up.”

“But I knew better because you wouldn't let me.”

“Because I knew how important this was to you and what it would mean when it actually happened.”

“If I'm honest, I'm actually nervous as hell.”

“Why?”

“I just want everything to play out how it's supposed to. I mean you hear stories of the industry and what can happen. If this doesn't work out what the hell am I going to do? I literally won't be able to support the both of us.” Jack confessed as his worries were now coming up to the surface.

“Okay, stop. You're making yourself upset. First off, we're not thinking like that because it will work out. They obviously see how talented you are and see your potential just like I do. It's going to work out and then we can look back and see that there was absolutely nothing for you to worry about. However, if the worst comes to worst and we come back here as long as I'm with you, we're going to make it work.”

“You really love me, huh?” Jack asked as he cuddled you closer to him and leaned down to kiss you.

“More than you could ever imagine. You mean the world to me and I will always be here for you.”

“Well the feeling is mutual.”

“There's just one thing that's going to suck when we do move.”

“What's that, babe?”

“Now we really can't wear our rings. I mean we barely wear them now, but it's going to be close to nonexistent. They have to market you to appeal to a certain audience and are going to push the single narrative.”

“Well they can forget that. You are my top priority and they'll just have to deal with it.”

“I know.” You said while laughing. One thing that Jack didn't play about was you and your well being. Wherever he went, you were going too.

“Okay, last thing and then we really need to go to sleep.”

“What's wrong pookie?”

“I'm going to headline Forecastle.”

“I'll do you one better. One day you're going to be headlining your own festival.”

“You really think so?”

“We've made it this far, right? So what's one more thing?”

It was 11 in the morning when you and Jack were sitting in his car outside your parents house. It was the fact that you had gotten there at 10:30 and still hadn't quite made your way inside. Jack was probably on his fifth pep talk at this point, but he didn't mind if it was going to help you feel better. He planned on dropping you off and coming back whenever he finished what he had to do.

“Baby girl, I'm not trying to rush you but…”

“I know. I'm going.” You said as you were fidgeting.

“Baby, you have said that for the past thirty minutes.” Jack quietly said while looking over at you.

“You're going to throw me to the wolves.”

“Baby, those are your parents that YOU lied to. Not me.”

All you did was sigh before responding to him.

“Promise to get lunch afterwards? If this goes to shit?”

“Of course sweetheart. Anything you want. But, you need to take off your ring. And if it doesn't take me too long, I'll just get pizza and bring it back here.”

You glanced down to see that you had forgotten to take it off before coming here and quickly slipped it off and handed it to Jack for safe keeping.

You sighed and Jack quickly cupped your face in his hands and gave you several kisses after putting your ring in a safe place.

“Whatever happens, it's you and me forever alright?”

You nodded your head as Jack kissed your nose and pinched your cheek making you laugh.

“Okay, here goes.”

Once inside, you were sitting across from your parents and they were waiting for an explanation from you ever since you said that you had something to tell them. When you had first gotten there, you made brownies with your mom as you all sat around the kitchen catching up. An hour and a half had passed and you figured that it was time to get it over with.

“Okay, Lil Bit, where's the fire?” Your dad asked as he laughed and you were looking everywhere but their eyes.

“Umm…”

“Baby girl, what's wrong?” Your mom asked and that was when you blurted it out, ripping off the bandaid.

Because it was either now or never.

“I'm moving back to Atlanta with Jack and Urban is coming with us.”

At that moment, Jack walked in the front door holding three pizzas and stopped in his tracks when he noticed that all eyes were on him and had a feeling that you had just told them.

“Umm, I'll put these in the kitchen.”

Your parents were quiet for a few minutes, but your dad was the first to speak as Jack came back and sat next to you.

“When?”

“In like a few weeks.”

“A heads up more than a few weeks before this was supposed to happen would have been nice.” Your dad told you as he looked confused.

“That's what I told her.” Jack quietly said and you eyed him.

“Wait, what are you two going to do to make money? And where are you going to live?” Your mom asked the both of you.

“I know, but I was nervous to tell you.”

“I already have a job lined up for when we get there. It's at Chick-fil-A.” Jack proudly said, but it didn't look like your parents were pleased.

“And how are both of you supposed to survive off of that? And wait, how did you even get approved for an apartment? Neither of you have credit.”

“Well Aunt Keisha signed for us since she knows the landlord of the apartment building.” You explained, but it looked like your parents were getting more pissed by the second.

“She what!?”

“Well you asked us what our plan was and we told you!”

All Jack did was look back and forth between you and your parents.

“Mom, Jack got signed to Generation Now. This is huge for him and I'm going to be supportive of this.”

“Being there is what got Danielle wrapped up in whatever she was doing and…”

“I'm not her so why compare me? It's not like I'll be there by myself. We have plenty of family there to look out for us.” She would tend to bring up Dani's past but would never go into details so you had no clue what she was referring to.

“That isn't the point, Y/N!”

“Why are you so against this?” You asked her and she took a deep breath before responding.

“Let's be serious for a second. Jack got signed, okay fine. But that does not guarantee anything. Jack, no offense.”

“Um, none taken.” Jack quietly said as he took your hand in order to try to get you to remain calm.

“Your college fund is literally just sitting there.”

“I'm not going! We already talked about this. Why don't you just give it to me so I can be able to pay for things when we move?”

“For you to blow through it and then come back begging for more when things don't work out?”

“Ivy….” Your dad started to say but all she could focus on was what you were telling her.

“Do you not have any confidence in me? That isn't going to happen. I write songs and produce music so it's not like I won't be doing anything.”

“And you know how the music industry is. I just want to protect you! And if it doesn't work out, what's the back up plan?”

“I am now an adult and I can make my own decisions. No matter what you say, I'm doing this. But, I would rather do it with you being supportive of me. And I haven't got a back up plan because this is going to work.”

All your mom did was scoff before letting out a sarcastic laugh.

It was at that moment that tears started to prick the corners of your eyes.

“You don't think we can do this, do you?”

“Hmm. It clearly doesn't matter what I think because your mind is made up, so there's nothing left for me to say. Jack please know that this isn't anything against you.” Your mom said as she got up from the couch.

“Wait, mom? Where are you going?” You asked as you lowkey started to panic.

“Have fun in Atlanta.”

“Mommy, I….”

“Like I said, have fun in Atlanta.”

Once she was out of earshot, your dad made his way over to you and brought you and Jack into a hug.

“Just give her some time. She'll come around. Make sure you two send me the address of the apartment and all the details. I know how important you are to each other so there was no talking you out of this. Even if I don't like the idea very much.”

“She's mad at me.”

“She's not. Reality is hitting her that her youngest is growing up and she doesn't quite know how to process all of it. But whatever you need, we'll give it to you without a second thought. And Jack, you better take care of my baby girl. I know you will, but I still have to threaten you.” Your dad said and let out a small laugh afterwards.

“You know I will and that she's not going to want for anything.”

Your dad nodded his head and when he glanced down at Jack’s left hand, he noticed that he was wearing a wedding band, and simply smiled to himself.

Deep down, he already had a feeling but wasn't going to say anything until you two did and made sure to keep this small observation to himself.

He figured that the two of you had been through enough with everything that had just happened.

Once everything was settled, you, your dad, and Jack sat around the kitchen and ate pizza while explaining your plans about what you two were going to do first when you got settled in Atlanta. Soon, it was around 3 in the afternoon and you two decided to see if Jack’s parents were home and knew that only Maggie's snickerdoodles were probably the only thing that could fix how you were feeling at the moment.

After saying goodbye to your dad, you and Jack went across the street when you saw that Maggie's car was in the driveway and knocked on the door because Jack had mysteriously lost his key again. Once she opened it and saw the look on your face, she moved to the side to let you in and all of you went and sat in the kitchen.

She poured both of you a glass of strawberry lemonade and sat a plate piled high with snickerdoodles in front of you and Jack and you slowly began eating as she asked you what was wrong since neither of you had said anything.

“Why are the two of you looking like that?” She asked, but all you did was stuff another cookie in your mouth as you waited for Jack to answer for the both of you.

“Umm, Y/N's mom isn't really happy with us moving to Atlanta and she's obviously upset by it.” He answered as he went to grab a cookie from the plate. Your eyes went wide as you noticed him reaching for it with his left hand and quickly grabbed it and put it under the table and Jack looked at you confused.

“Hmm, she just sounds concerned and her feelings are valid. But it's not like you haven't lived there before.”

“She's not confident that I can make a name for myself.” You quietly said and you mouthed ‘take off your ring’ to Jack and his eyes suddenly went wide.

He slipped it in his pocket before going back to the plate to grab a snickerdoodle and was praying that Maggie hadn't noticed.

“She just wants for your future to be secure is what it sounds like. I know that it probably hurt to hear her say those things but whatever happens, we're all going to support you no matter what.”

“You don't think this is a mistake, do you?”

“I think that sometimes what I want for my children might not be what they desire in their heart to do. My job as a mother includes supporting you, even if I may not like the idea. But good thing that I do. You two are going to be just fine and I know it. I can't hold your hand forever.”

You started to play with the ends of your hair as you thought about what Maggie said and knew that she was probably right. That didn't mean that your feelings still weren't extremely hurt by what was said by your mother, but the best thing to do in the end was to prove her wrong.

Nothing was going to get in your way of making sure Jack became famous and was known all around the world and you wouldn't have to beg your parents for anything.

When the two of you were back in Jack’s car after visiting with Maggie, you let out a sigh before you heard Jack from beside you.

“Do you think she saw the ring?” He asked as he gave it to you to slip it back on his finger and he did the same thing with yours.

“I don't think so. I mean she would have definitely said something if she did.”

“That means I had it on at your parents house too. Fuck!” Jack exclaimed as he laid his head on the steering wheel.

“That wasn't even their focus so don't even worry about it. We have bigger things to deal with babe.” You told him as you rubbed his back in an attempt to comfort him.

“I'm sorry they made you upset. I feel like I pushed you to tell them and now I feel bad about the entire thing.” He told you as he started driving back to your apartment.

“It had to happen sooner or later. And don't feel bad. I shouldn't have waited so long to do it.”

“But now I see why you did.”

“It's all going to work out in the end despite what may have happened.” You told him as you were doing your best to try not to cry.

The person that was always in your corner and was your biggest supporter ever since you could remember basically shot down your dreams and told you that she didn't have an ounce of confidence in you and what you could achieve.

As far as you were concerned nothing else needed to be said between you and your mother. That was the way she felt and you just had to accept it.

“Babe?”

“Hmm?” Jack answered as he turned to look at you while the two of you were sitting at a stop light.

“Why wait to leave in three weeks? Let's leave now.”

“Wait, like now now!?” Jack asked as he looked at you in disbelief.

“The sooner, the better so I can get started on proving her wrong.”

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wondernus · 6 months ago

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alright nu, I remember giving you a list of recs before and now I bring more with commentary 😏 now you don’t have to read any of these but they’re some of my current reads that I dig :D

Starting off with…..

1. Lion Heart by Choi Soohyun

Manwha, Josei, modern, medical romance, married-to-work-chaebol x equally-married-to-work-surgeon, he fell first then fell harder, hilarious side characters, contract relationship, immaculate chefs kiss, INSANE ART pls they’re so hot

Season 1 complete, season 2 just started

2. The Top Couple Is a Bit Sweet

Manhua, shoujo but walks the line of josei a little, modern, romcom drama, showbiz, another contract relationship 🤩, more insane art with a hot couple, I haven’t read very far but the vibes and chemistry are off the charts tbh, he totally fell first, power couple frfr

Season 1 almost complete I think

3. I Stan The Prince

Manwha, shoujo, historical but lots of modern references, romcomfan, TOOTH ROTTING SWEETNESS, ML has actual mfing emotions and shows them, she fell first he fell harder ordeal, original work so no novel, not as cliche as you may think, MORE INSANE ART, one of my top faves of all time omg, this one is for the kpoppies

Season 1 complete, season 2 just picked up after a two year hiatus 🥹

4. The Ice Guy and His Cool Female Colleague

Manga, josei, modernc slice-of-life, supernatural office romcom, SO WHOLESOME, lot of memes in this one, ML is sososo sweet, FL is too cool, japanese lore is what makes this supernatural, side couples are equally amazing, just super cute light read

Volumes 1-7 completed, vol.8 ongoing

5. Run, Meil

Manwha, shoujo, isekai, historical, romcom, memes are abundant here too, girl gang is so comedic, ML is sweet, FL isn’t dumb and is actually smart nor does she care about original storyline, og!fl is a cutie too and gets her own happy ending, miscommunications are mild and get spoken through, I’m super picky about shoujos but I love this one

Season 1 complete, season 2 TBA

6. The Girl and The Geek

Manhwa, josei but cute like a shoujo, modern, romcom, slide of life, MAJOR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, super sweet and natural love, they make each other better 🥹🥹🥹, their families can be annoying, her family I can’t really forgive, but his family is only initially overbearing but you def warm up to them, humble rich CEO dude, miscommunications but their handled pretty well and actually does something for the plot, ugh the story is so good

COMPLETED WITH SPECIAL EPISODES

idk if you follow Stray Kids but ml is so han jisung coded, there’s a recent photo of han that is soooo this ML 😭😭

HONORABLE MENTION BC IDK IF I REC’D IT BEFORE BUT I’VE TALKED ABOUT IT

7. You Are My Desire (aka Daydreaming About Me)

Manhua, josei, romcom drama, starts off in high school but later half is in college, first loves, some mature topics in relation to family problems, idek what to say but god I just love them sfm and I think the artist is from the same studio as the Hidden Love artist, the novel is sauuuuur good, comic does it justice but I recommend the novel even more

Season 1 ongoing but novel is complete

HI AUTUMN!! i'm sorry this was from so long ago alskfjlasjdf but I added every single one of these recs onto my reading list so I'll be getting to them when I have time and when they're close to being finished. here are some of my recs in return!!! (these are all completed)

L -> R

father I don't want this marriage: I think this one just ended but GOD I love a good reincarnation manhwa and a DILF. the plot is really cliche but I just love the genre so much

the dilettante: E2L mafia member x secret agent. what more do you want?? (I wanted so much more that I looked up the original korean novel and went to a forum to read about what happens in the novel)

bring the love: I hate how some people dropped this because they didn't like the art style but this literally has to be one of the best romances I've ever read. the characters are mature and they communicate really well. they touch upon a lot of social topics that aren't usually talked about in the historical genre. green flags all around.

do you know anything about tpo kageyama-kun?!: plugging a kagehina dj because I squealed when I read this and literally reread it over and over bc of how cute it was

#💌 ━ replies #FROM! - autumnlv #TOPIC! - general

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astharoshebarvon · 6 months ago

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Its so weird when you have readers saying, we hate the cheating husband, lets see the girl who he is hooking up with have revenge on him, expose him to his wife in a story.

Why the hell are you supporting the side chick? she is a gross bitch, as horrid as the man. On top of it she is the friend of the main girl. She is imagining, thinking the guy is hot and full package, she wants him, she hates the FL.

what is wrong with people to think she is any way better than the man? They are both garbage and I hope the guy drops her ugly ass. Filth like this girl shouldn’t win in the slightest. She betrayed her friend and she should be happy?

No, no, and no. she should keep being a freak and never end up with the guy she is after. Not even sure the main fl will end up with other guy. From the looks if it, she’ll be doing it with both and honestly, in this kind of story I wouldnt be surprised if she stays with cheating husband only who might get a very lame redemption arc. The rat side chick needs to go to hell.

Any case, it’s fine, it’s het tl story I am not even invested in it cause they all turn up lame and dumb. And perfect definition of cringe and strange. they are so predictable and hilariously stupid.

Still, I cant believe het shippers/readers are so so weird. Rotten side chicks like this one deserve to be humiliated and reviled as much as the man who is cheating on their partner. Being fem character doesn’t exempt them from being trash and gross. No wonder a lot of straight shippers stan creepy cougars who are literal pedos in stories.

Cant wait to read engage vol 2. My lovely pseudo nephew/uncle should be together. the young guy in harem of naru is okay, but the pedo woman needs to disappear soon. She is gross. The new guy, well, lets wait and see but he appears to be less garbage than the old hag, not good but still a bit less of a creep.

Thank god, at least readers of this story are rightfully calling out the hag and want the male/dom/top lead to stop being a weirdo.

I really like mei, the sub/bottom male lead. I love him for being honest with naru that he doesn’t understand his way of life, he cant be like that. You are so so good and brave for saying that. Honestly, its 24/25 ch’s, its getting a bit annoying to see the creepy hag every other ch, and naru spending time with his weird harem, I don’t care for it and I am glad a lot of people don’t either. We care for two male leads and their love story. Author give two males from the harem there own story, cause she will, that’s for certain, but please just give us the story of engage, of mei and naru first. it's already been 3 volumes.

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fantasyinvader · 3 years ago

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The way Hamefura has been evolving once it surpassed the original web novel is interesting, to say the least. Like, I’ve read up until volume 7 at this point and there’s really this unsettling element to it.

Like, in the original story events like those in Fortune Lover would play out despite how Katarina changed. This could be explained away with the use of dark magic and Sirius wanting to get rid of her fine. But the problem is that following that, a sequel is announced as part of the continued story and the novels work towards that sequel happening. Katarina being kidnapped? Puts Sora where he was needed to be for the sequel (plus, how it possibly happened to Maria). Keith being kidnapped gets Katarina a dark familiar. Volume 5 is filler, but Vol 6 starts the FL2 plot and has Katarina and Maria both gain magic tools that increase their powers. Now in Vol 7, they each get covenants like their game counterparts did and Maria is commenting on how it feels like the universe is trying to take Katarina away.

I kinda have this theory. The universe IS trying to rerail the Fortune Lover universe after the, let’s just call it the Katarina Ending for Maria. It was an ending that wasn’t supposed to happen. Since magic is involved, the universe began affecting Japan leading to the creation of a sequel which devalued the endings of the first game (except, possibly, the harem ending). It also, possibly, prevented Monkey Girl from dying if Acchan’s comment about telling “her” about Fortune Lover 2 is to hold any weight. Maybe the Hamefura-universe made it intervene in Monkey Girl’s death in other timelines?

Light and Dark magic have been referred to as two sides of the same coin. Light magic is used to heal wounds, but dark magic according to spoilers can achieve similar results. Dark magic is supposed to manipulate emotions that are already there, but spoilers say Maria can make people feel things like guilt. Considering the covenants both use the same hidden magic tool to unlock their full power, perhaps it points to them being the same magic approached from different angles. We know the dark magic orb says that Katarina can drown the world in it, but who is to say that the light magic orb is that benevolent?

I feel like adding to this is how the franchise seems to hint that something was up in Fortune Lover. Maria makes herself out to be someone who only looked after herself and keep people at arm’s length, which could explain her questionable actions in the first game and how the game doesn’t give insight into her own problems. FL Katarina is shown to have friends and some lines seem to indicate she’s not so different from her counterpart. Geordo dislikes his grandfather for abusing his power to have a harem yet would abuse his power to get rid of his fiancee and woo Maria. Part of Hamefura has always been there was more to the characters than the game made them out to be, and I’ve long since stopped taking the game as this ultimate authority on them.

So what I think is going to happen in the end is it’s going to be revealed that the magic controls people to an extent, taking away their free will to some extent and pushes them to act out certain roles. Roles that would follow the plot of the game, and when Katarina remembered her past life she freed herself from this which had a ripple effect (Wild Monkey vs. Maria’s Wild Butterfly) it disrupted this. Maria’s “victory” is likely tied to maintaining this, and when she went down a different path the magic instead used it’s power to create the sequel in Japan and prevent other versions of the Monkey girl from dying. In the end, it’s going to be about free will and Katarina fighting to forever be rid of the villainess title that the universe seems to want to hang over her. And part of that is her realizing that Maria wasn’t really so much of a heroine in Fortune Lover, more a damaged teenage girl who would cling to whomever would show her attention and would do anything in order to have her own happy ending.

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wookie92 · 4 years ago

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WHAT IT’S LIKE TO HAVE A MICROPENIS

My micropenis is approximately ½ to 1 inch long when flaccid and 3.3 inches long when fully erect. When fully erect it has an upward angle and a slight banana curve. It is also very thin (2.8), though proportional to the length. According to calculations my penis has a volume of 36.19 ml / 1.22 fl oz (us). Various studies suggest that the average American penis is 2.8–3.9 inches flaccid and around 4.7–6.3 inches when erect. According to online information at SIZEMEUP, in a room of 1000 guys only 1 would be shorter than me.

In an adult, the average stretched penile length is about 13.24 cm (5.21 in.). An adult micropenis is a stretched penile length of 9.32 cm (3.67 in.) or less. Growing up I remember reading that a micropenis was defined as any penis shorter than 2.8 inches in length. But have been subsequently given new information that slid me well under the 3.67 inch upper limit.

Where Do I Stand On The Penis Size Chart?

All this to say: the majority of average flaccid penises are longer than mine when I am erect.

I cannot say that I am deeply ashamed of my micropenis, but certainly I have experienced shame with regard to my size. I can say that I am extremely self aware of my penis size. This is largely because of the of things I hear women and women say about micropenis, and people’s reaction to my own micropenis.

I can only speak from personal experience, but the number of times I have heard women making fun of men for the size of their manhood is staggering. At one time, I actually overheard three or four of my colleagues at work all agreeing that "men with small dicks should be required to wear a warning sign."

In school, especially high school and as an undergraduate, I was subject to a lot of hazing and bullying that was directly connected to my having a micropenis. As a sophomore in high school I was depantsed at the pool by three bullies when I got an unwanted erection. They lifted me up and held my arms behind me to prevent me from covering my erection so the entire PE class present saw what happened. The coach had left the pool area when it happened. While the three boys were penalized, the damage was done any my “secret” became known through out the school before the end of the day. The teasing commenced immediately and was unrelenting. Even my mother got calls from some friends who had heard about the incident (and my condition). My mother reacted in anger at me that somehow I was responsible for the situation (and her subsequent embarrassment). No empathy there. I was depantsed three more times before I graduated from high school and it was clear to me why I was being targeted.

I was on the swim team and during a competition with a neighboring town, discovered that two of the players from that town recognized me as the guy with the “baby dick” which got shouted as I started my event. So, word had spread. I felt like a pariah.

Numerous scientific studies have suggested time and again that for the majority of women in the western world, tiny penises are simply undesirable. I am 28 and have had just only three sexual experiences (through personal choice) with women, two of which were very humiliating, to say the least.

In high school, my first consensual sexual encounter was with a boy named Billy. I was 13 and he was 15. He was interested in anal sex, and wanted to top me. I was willing to bottom despite the fact that he was very well endowed. He did tease me about my micropenis, but seemed to accept it. I was not prepared for how painful the experience of bottoming would be, but he continued to be interested in me, and treated me well (we even kissed) so I was willing to continue to have sex with him as a bottom. I fell in love. Then he disclosed to his homophobic older brother that we had been having sex and that put an end to our relationship. His brother let me know (rather violently) that I was to stay away from Billy or he would castrate and kill me. Billy, who had a black eye, never spoke to me again.

My first sexual encounter with a woman happened during my Junior year in high school. She was a sophomore and I was a Junior. When I undressed I could tell she was “shocked” even though she was a virgin and had never seen a man naked. She has seen photographs of naked men, and she had a brother in college. She was well pleased with my digital and oral skills, and actually squirted into my mouth (something I didn’t even know was a “thing” that might happen). Unfortunately when I attempted to penetrate her, my condom slipped off, and my orgasm was triggered prematurely as I was trying to thrust into her. She tried to push me off of her as I locked up and started squirting, and was furious that I had ejaculated into her vagina. She said she could feel me ejaculating. She got up and douched. I was too embarrassed to speak more than an apology. I helped pay for her “morning after” pill and discovered that she had disclosed the whole evening, including my premature ejaculation, and condom mishap, to her friends.

As a freshman in college I encountered a very attractive university student who seemed to be attracted to me. When I stripped, she stared at my micropenis, giggled, and put her hand to her mouth, muttering simply "OK" in a tone that suggested she was taken aback. When it came to actually performing, first I found that the condom wouldn’t stay on, but more frustratingly, my micropenis kept falling out every time I tried to penetrate her. She actually asked the traditional joke question, "Is it in?" mistaking my penis for my finger. I wanted to die. It was clear that she was getting nothing out of the experience. I genuinely tried my best to make her happy via oral sex, but she didn't orgasm or enjoy that either. I suspect her encounter with my penis through a wet blanket over the whole experience. When at last I finally thought I was making her content, she suddenly huffed in an annoyed way and got up, saying she needed to use the restroom. And that was the end of it.

I can only imagine the level of disappointment and frustration she must have felt. It must have been a horrendous experience for her.

I decided after that to become a master of cunnilingus so that any future women I encountered would be satisfied, if not by my penis, then my oral skills would more than make up for it. And I did master the art.

While in graduate school at the University of Texas in Austin, I met and married a girl. We had engaged in some sexual activity before our marriage, so she was aware of my micropenis. However our marriage was short lived when I discovered she had been having sex with my then best friend. When I confronted her with her lack of fidelity, she blamed my shortcomings as a lover and told me that my micropenis disgusted her.

Since that time I have mainly had sexual experiences with gay men, though I had a threesome with a woman that went very well.

Aside from personal experiences, the media doesn’t help my self-esteem either. Men with small penis are an ongoing source of amusement in TV shows and movies. I noticed that penis shaming was mostly reserved for villains and comic sidekicks who were never taken seriously. There are more TV shows with “little dick jokes” than shows that don’t have them. No shows make fun of women’s breast size, but targeting men with small penises as a source of humor seems to be socially acceptable. All that tells me that the writers don’t really care if men with small penises are offended or hurt.

The way the media treats the body-shaming of men compared to the body-shaming of women is wildly different. When Donald Trump makes questionable comments about the looks of women, he rightly causes outrage. Lists and videos decrying his sexist remarks have gone viral. Yet when a naked model of Trump with a micropenis was displayed in public in New York City, it was treated like a punch line rather than an attack. Some publications even called it a wonderful piece of art. Hundreds of Americans now have selfies of them laughing at Trump and his micropenis. We defend Heidi Cruz and Megyn Kelly, but where are the people defending small penises? I am no Trump supporter, but targeting him because of his small penis seems wrong.

GUYS WITH MICROPENISES KNOW THEY ARE NOT WELL-ENDOWED, THEY DON’T NEED REMINDING OF IT.

From my experience (having read hundreds of articles, forum posts, videos, and having spoken to hundreds of men and women online), it feels safe to say that the overwhelming majority of sexual partners aren't thrilled about the prospect of sex with micropenises. And if we don’t accept that these views are likely the majority, then we are never going to challenge this blatant discrimination.

I would like to ask people to think about this: If you are attracted to somebody enough to ask them to bed, and if the guy is kind to you, is it fair to write him off based on size alone?

So what do I plan to do about my love life?

Luckily I am bisexual and enjoy the company of men as well as women. I fear that straight men with the micropenis condition suffer worse shame than men in the gay community. Let me be clear, a great many gay men are “size queens” and I have been rejected by more than a few gay men, but now that so many men can meet on line I have been able to meet men who actually “prefer” men with small dicks and so they are not surprised by what I have to offer when we meet. Many of them enjoy SPH (Small Penis Humiliation), but in my life I have adapted to being the subject of humor and, in some cases, can even find that sexually arousing.

So the answer to that question is “nothing”. I try to focus my life on my work, my writing, working out, outdoors activities, sports, and other subjects that interest me. If I started to look for love, it would just make me feel down, and I already struggle with depression and anxiety secretly. I don’t need the humiliation and hurt that looking for love would bring me. Sure, everybody gets rejected, but usually for less hurtful reasons. As a bottom, many men don’t care how well I am hung. Instead they care about how I make them feel when they fuck me, and I have learned to be a power bottom.

Guys with micropenises know we are not well-endowed, we don’t need to be reminded of it. If I’m attracted to a sexual partner, then what they have in their pants doesn’t matter to me; I care more about what that partner has in his/her heart. My extreme self-consciousness about my body makes me feel like everyone else's opinion must be right, that there is something wrong with my size. I just wish people could look past it, so I could too. Because intellectually I know my size is just a variation.

I try to look at it this way. Not everyone is attracted to red hair, or freckles, or blue eyes, or black skin, or hairy chests. People are attracted to differing qualities. As long as I can find some people who are interested in the qualities I possess, and are also interested n me personally, than I am gratified.

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9h4mn · 4 years ago

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because it's love | oneus

➞ oneus as side characters that likes the fl

➞ angst, one sided love

➞ side characters, at times they bring more light to the show then the mcs themselves. how are the 6 guys of oneus as side characters that likes the fl?

note:

mc - main character

fl - female lead

ml - male lead

warnings: constant switching between stage name and real name, overly possessive mls, terrible fls, sad oneus

ravn:

the pretty boy type

i mean look at him and tell me he doesn't fit this trope

this type of side character is too pretty to be one. many would even argue that he looks better than the ml. he is also portrayed as somewhat vain and plain out confident in his looks

as this is youngjo, he doesn't come out as cocky. he really should be confident because he has the looks to match

so girls (and some boys) confessing to him weren't that much of a surprise. whats surprising however is the fact that not once had he accepted their confessions

people would try to solve the mystery between ravn and his muse but alas it was a mystery better left unsolved

his muse comes in the form of the fl. same neighborhood, same schools all their lives but there was never a chance for them to get close

and his only notable appearance in the fl and ml's story was the time a pissed off ml had punch youngjo to warn the others who stares far too long at the fl

that day ravn didn't knew what hurt more; his face, his ego, or his heart

deep inside that wasn't his concerns. he simply hoped that he wouldn't see fl's scared expression ever again

but how was he to know when the ml used his parents' influence to drive ravn away?

seoho:

the comic relief type

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this type of side character has a life where its basically treated as a comedy. whether or not he's doing things intentionally, it will always be treated as a joke and yes it includes him feeling actual pain

seoho had liked his life where he could make everyone smile

he hated seeing sadness or frustration clouding a person and even if he isn't close to them, he tries his best to cheer them up

and while there are times it brings so much humiliation for seoho, their smiles are more than enough

that was what he had thought before he met fl

the fl was the apple of his eyes and that one thing that makes everything better

yet...

why was she laughing at him?

why was she not laughing with him?

how come she never takes him seriously?

he had tried so hard to change his approach or demeanor for even just a second of her stopping with that sneering look but it never happened

he was treated as a joke, he is just a joke for her

but at least she's smiling — he had tried to reason out with himself

true enough if he was in some romcom, a laugh track would insert itself as he was hurting

seoho was there for everyone but who was there for him?

leedo:

the caring type

he looks scary but we all know that isn't the case

this type of side character is just so nice and caring. they might not outwardly say they care but by their actions you could tell that they do

gunhak seriously looks unapproachable but the way he smiles and moves, it erases all the prejudice you had at first glance

that and maybe because he works with children

(yes its kindergarten teacher! leedo time)

parents had thought that their kids would have feared him but now he is their favorite teacher

listen he's just soft for the kiddos and the parents could see that

the fl is also a teacher there and her cubicle is even just across gunhak's

the way how he hovers the fl like some mother chick was not seen as suspicious. almost everyone got that same treatment

it seriously had hurt when the fl has just brushed off his efforts as him being nice. it wasn't that noticeable but he gave the fl more effort than he does to everyone else

though it didn't compare when fl got a boyfriend. it hurt really bad for leedo especially when he sees how well the ml treats her

that should have been him if only he had the courage

keonhee:

the loud type

not to be confused with seoho's

this type of side character is just loud. happy? he screams. sad? he screams. scared? he screams. surprised? he screams. basically screaming is almost his natural response

he tries to control his volume but seriously it is out of control

its a miracle that he still has friends that has no problem being out with him

keonhee is that loud

nearby his university was a cafe that he almost always frequent at

the food and drinks there were really his style... that and it was affordable for a college kid

what connection does that cafe have with the fl? she works there

originally keonhee had thought nothing much of the fl but when she pulled "oh, keonhee right? same order as last time?" he was gone

such simple thing and yet it had managed to steal his heart

that was the beginning of many more mixed signals from fl and keonhee naively thinking of it as a good sign

and then he had witnessed fl running up to ml's — a well known playboy if i may add — arms and kissing the living daylight out of him

fl was just being nice, he shouldn't have assumed

he cried himself to sleep that night

hwanwoong:

the "gay" best friend type

note: emphasis on the air quote ""

this type of side character is the fl's best friend. he is rumored to be gay — the fl herself thinks he's gay — but the truth is he is just one effeminate guy

and what was the problem of being more feminine? hwanwoong saw nothing wrong with it

unfortunately he has to deal with how people treats him with the assumption that he's gay

such a backward society. he could only imagine how much worse it is for those who are truly part of the lgbtq+

no wonder he became known as some social justice warrior... and truthfully it was quite a good distraction to reality

yes it deepens his gay rumors but it was a reasonable excuse for him to not see the fl and ml being lovey dovey with each other

his duo with fl turned into a trio but unlike her promises — and hwanwoong himself did knew better than to believe her — he was an outsider

maybe it was just wistful thinking when back then he believed she'd end up liking him back

even the ml isn't threatened by his presence and every day hwanwoong had hoped it wasn't that cause

maybe by then she'd realize that he too is a man in love

xion:

the ml's brother type

i apologize in advance for the dong twins enthusiast

this type of side character is the brother of the ml. him and the ml are typically seen bickering childishly but they in fact cares for each other

basically just dongju and dongmyeong being true siblings

growing up with his twin had meant a lot of shenanigans — good or bad who cares it was the two of them against the world

around middle school, they both had began having their own crowd and it even reached to high school

they were still brothers but it doesn't necessarily mean that they are close

enter fl. dongju had always told himself that he didn't trust fate but the day he met her he had hoped that they were fated for each other

unfortunately he didn't have that much chance to approach the fl. not only was it hard but it was also because he kept on hesitating

crushing on someone that badly was just new to him

but of course there is no happy ending here

dongmyeong had introduced fl as his girlfriend and the inferiority complex had really slapped xion on the face

he found himself constantly asking why that even he no longer remembers what he's been asking for

whether or not fate is real, it works quite mysteriously

#oneus #onewe #oneus headcanons #oneus imagines #ravn #seoho #leedo #keonhee #hwanwoong #xion #kim youngjo #lee seoho #lee gunmin #kim gunhak #lee keonhee #yeo hwanwoong #son dongju #angst #scenario

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anothersievefistedfind · 4 years ago

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Photo © by Antonia Tricarico

Fugazi, Flood Zone, Richmond, VA USA 5/11/1998 (FLS #0858)

Penultimate and shortest show of the 1998 spring US tour (11 dates), as well as the second and last time Fugazi would play the Flood Zone in Richmond, a venue that appears to have gone up for sale a couple of years ago.

The recording features just 18 songs total, taken off of the End Hits album (released a month prior) for the most part (8 songs), Red Medicine (1), In on the Kill Taker (3), Steady Diet (2), Repeater (2) and the Margin Walker EP (1). Note a rather rare live appearance of Foreman’s Dog, as well as the slow or toned-down mid-section of the set.

However, overall, it turned out to be quite a contentious show because the band takes offense at the misbehavior of the bouncers. Listen close as a first attempt at No Surprise (Interlude 3) is interrupted as Guy and Ian take aim at the security personnel for kicking someone out for no good reason, after which Ian appears to go out and find the person while the rest of the band goes into an impromptu jam.

After another, successful, stab at No Surprise, and going into Long Division, Ian muses, “it’s sort of a clash of cultures you know, there are people who behave in a way that they need to be taken care of, and there’s people who will take care of themselves, let’s be the people that take care of ourselves.”

To little avail, since more turmoil and altercations between Ian and the bouncers ensue shortly after, halfway through Blueprint, and while the last note of the song is still in the air, the recording documents Ian saying “this is an unusual opportunity, this is a quite unusual thing to do but I really think it’s appropriate given the fucking situation” before barking “YOU’D MAKE A GREAT COP YOU FUCKING PIG” and bursting through Great Cop for the second time around on the same night, closing out the set!

Ian shares some more details of the story in Joe Gross’ 33 1/3 book on In on the Kill Taker, “Backstage, MacKaye found himself surrounded by the manager and the cops and security guys. [Ian MacKaye:] ‘They wanted to beat my fucking ass because I called them out. They tell me to get the fuck out of the building, so I have to sit in the van while the band loads out. We finally all assemble outside. I look at the guys and I say, ‘Hold on.’ I walk back into the venue. The band was like, ‘They are going to kill you.’ But I go up to the bar. I got the whole ‘you got a lot of nerve coming back up here’ but it was fine. It was just the perfect song.”

The sound quality of the recording is very good, not considering some volume drops and sonic discrepancies during the first couple of songs, after which the mix settles. Joe’s bass in particular is the icing on the cake here. Note the distinct reverb on both Ian’s vocals and Guy’s guitar early on in the set, as well as on Joe’s vocals during Recap Modotti, but I am guessing sound engineer Nick Pellicciotto was playing around for effect here.

The set list:

1. Intro 2. Break 3. Place Position 4. Merchandise 5. Exit Only 6. Interlude 1 7. And The Same 8. Foreman's Dog 9. Interlude 2 10. Great Cop 11. Public Witness Program 12. Pink Frosty 13. Floating Boy 14. Closed Captioned 15. Recap Modotti 16. Rend It 17. Bed For The Scraping 18. Interlude 3 19. No Surprise 20. Long Division 21. Blueprint 22. Great Cop 23. Outro

#FLS1998 #fugazi #fugazi live series #dischord #flood zone #richmond #virginia #great cop #joe gross #33 1/3

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hazzabeeforlou · 5 years ago

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Fine Line & Both Sides Now

@larry-god-mother messaged me one day saying, have you noticed? Have you noticed how Fine Line sounds so similar to the 2000 re-released version of Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell? I was intrigued, but figured the similarities were coincidental. After a thorough X-Files-esc investigation, I no longer think so. I want to slap Harry Styles with a wet noodle, slap his dramatic lovesick Aquarian soul, because this is heartbreaking and beautiful.

Both songs are behemoths in the pop world, with BSN at 5:45 and FL at 6:18. Instrumental intros begin them both, taking up about a 26th (21 s) and a 24th (26 s) of the songs respectively.

Both songs are in the key of D Major.

BSN’s verse starts with a typical wheel of chord changes, as Joni does.

DM, Em, GM, DM, F#m, GM, DM,

GM, Em, GM AM

Then her chorus pivots to ground in the tonic.

DM, Em, GM, DM,

GM, DM, GM, DM,

F#m, GM, DM,

GM, AM sus, DM

The main difference between her earlier version of this song and the 2000 release is the addition of an ostinato, a repetitive pattern of notes that underlay the entire song, separate from the melody, independent from the chord progressions. That ostinato is: G, down to F#, up to A, down to E.

FL utilizes only three chords throughout, GM(7), Bm, and DM. We alternate through these in both verse and chorus, a meditative chant of triads, a circling back to tonic with enough minor ambiguity that though we never even hit on a V chord until the final refrain of the song, the resolution is still powerful.

But at the beginning of FL voices trade off in the distance, and if you listen closely, if you *really concentrate* on that first voice, it sings G F# A E.

Other voices join in, and the pattern is absorbed into echo, eventually merging into obsolescence as Harry’s voice begins amidst strummed clarity.

Both FL and BSN build in density throughout, gathering texture and instruments and volume like a rolling wave. Where Joni uses a soprano saxophone (best guess) Harry uses a trumpet to pierce through the thickness of noise, but both employ swooning strings. The songs snowball into a peak that Joni swiftly departs from in favor of the singular ostinato, but which Harry charges into, singing above the cacophony, letting the swell carry him away. Drums surround him and the trumpet introduces a new melody and a V chord. When Harry begins his repetitive “Alright,” the word is sung in syllables on a G and F#, and over and over again we get this first half of Joni’s ostinato until finally, like BSN, FL ends in quiet silence. An open fifth in the piano, a D and A (the natural resolution of the hinted chords of the ostinato, Em and F#m) resolve to the I chord, DM.

Fine Line is a mirror song to Both Sides Now, a duet if you will. If you look at every line the poetic imagery matches, it amplifies, it’s a young person’s rawness of emotion set against a master’s pen. It’s Harry paying homage to both sides of a fine line. Duality, merging, wholeness, revelation, growth, and the reassurance of realizing that one really doesn’t know life at all... yet we’ll be alright.

Rows and floes of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way

Put a price on emotion

I’m looking for something to buy

You’ve got my devotion

but man I can hate you sometimes

But now they only block the sun They rain and snow on everyone So many things I would have done But clouds got in my way

I don’t want to fight you

And I don’t want to sleep in the dirt

We’ll get the drink in

So I’ll get to thinking of her

I've looked at clouds from both sides now From up and down, and still somehow It's cloud illusions I recall I really don't know clouds at all

We’ll be a fine line (6x) Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancing way you feel As every fairy tale comes real I've looked at love that way Test of my patience

There’s things that we’ll never know

You sunshine you temptress

My hand’s at risk I fold

But now it's just another show You leave 'em laughing when you go And if you care, don't let them know Don't give yourself away Cripst trepidation

I’ll try to shake this soon

Spreading you open

Is the only way of knowing you

I've looked at love from both sides now From give and take, and still somehow It's love's illusions I recall I really don't know love at all We’ll be a fine line (12x)

Tears and fears and feeling proud To say "I love you" right out loud Dreams and schemes and circus crowds I've looked at life that way But now old friends are acting strange They shake their heads, they say I've changed Well something's lost, but something's gained In living every day I've looked at life from both sides now From win and lose and still somehow It's life's illusions I recall I really don't know life at all

We’ll be alright

We’ll be a fine line

I've looked at life from both sides now From up and down and still somehow It's life's illusions I recall I really don't know life at all

We’ll be alright

Alright

Alright (We’ll be alright 4x)

#fine line #both sides now #harry styles #joni mitchell #musical analysis #mine

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ernmark · 6 years ago

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A prompter who asked to remain anonymous requested:

If your prompts are still open I would ADORE a continuation of Damien on Mars with human Arum. I'd love to see a continuation of that world! I'm really enjoying Damien's internal struggles that are now more modern. I'm so curious how this would resolve into his romances.

I’m trying to get back into the swing of writing again, and this one in particular called out to me.

It’s a continuation of this snippet here.

For maybe the hundredth time that hour, the Keep reminds Arum to be careful.

He scowls at the confines of his hiding place. If it’s going to insist on micromanaging every step of this endeavor, it should have found itself a mechanical puppet so it could the job itself. But it didn’t-- supposedly it trusts him to take care of it and to send him out to do these tasks on its behalf, and supposedly that means it should trust him to do it without all this incessant prodding.

What does the Keep know, anyway?

It tells him to be careful and to take his time and all the while it can’t even hide the undercurrents of pain that fill its every thought. It might pretend to be all strong and noble, but he can feel that constant ache as if it was his own, his muscles calcifying and his skin turning hard and cold and his nerves freezing in the last signal they sent before sputtering out. It’s awful. It’s distracting. And it’s a mere phantom of what the Keep is feeling at this moment, and he can’t stand the thought of letting it continue a moment longer than absolutely necessary.

And that calls for drastic measures.

His research brings him to a small laboratory at the edge of the city’s dome, its walls reinforced with homemade fortifications to compensate where the aging shields fall short. A shiny, state-of-the-art lock stands out against the dented steel and carbon fiber of the door and the surrounding wood.

He almost snorts. That lock probably cost the scientist a fortune, and it still can’t keep him out for more than a few seconds against the Keep’s portal protocols.

Almost everything about the little laboratory seems cobbled together from spare parts, with only a few bits of shiny new equipment that seem out of place among the weathered resin and dented metal. For all its ramshackle quality, though, there’s an obvious order to it all. He would consider it more carefully, but the Keep sings a warning: someone’s coming.

He flicks off the light and hides behind a corner just as the door opens.

The door slides open, and the neon lights outside cast three long shadows across the floor: one in a wheelchair, one standing, the third obviously canine.

“So... maybe go stay with Damien for a little while?” says the first, almost wheedling.

The second scoffs. “I’m not going to stop my experiments--”

“Just for a little while,” the first says quickly. “Until Talfryn and I figure it out and save the day and...”

Arum stops listening. What that one thinks isn’t his concern. All that matters is that he doesn’t call for help.

He stays in the shadows, silent and still, until the scientist all but slams the door in the man’s face and says her last goodbyes through the crack.

There’s a long, low moment as she watches him leave through the monitor by the door frame.

“Finally,” she sighs, and for a moment her exhaustion is palpable. She flicks a switch, and one by one the outdated halogen lights flicker on, illuminating the laboratory in an unnatural yellow-blue glow. She steps past the corner where he’s hiding, too tired to notice him in her peripheral vision. Her long dark curls, once piled into a bun on her head, coil around her face like vines. Her clothes are covered in glitter and shine and flowing fabric, entirely too impractical for a controlled environment, but perfectly suited for the parties and parades that filled the city streets last night. That would certainly explain her exhaustion. Her comms sits in her ear, still alight with a dying charge.

Be careful, the Keep warns again.

He doesn’t need the reminder. He only has one chance at this.

She stops. Blinks. Turns.

“Who’s--”

He doesn’t let her finish the thought before he lunges at her. She twists out of his way, but not fast enough to save her comms from his grip.

She backs away, cowering as he rights himself.

“Get out of here,” she says, her voice shaking. “Now. I have a gun, and I’ll--”

“Do you mean this gun?” Slowly he draws her blaster from his pocket, a cold-blooded smile crossing his lips. It was easy enough to find among such meticulous organization.

The scientist stumbles, her back colliding with a filing cabinet-- and then her expression changes. “Actually, I meant this one.”

There’s no time to fumble with the stolen blaster. Just move: get out of the way, knock her down, disarm her--

But no matter how fast he is, the laser bolt is faster.

Arum wakes up with a flood of sensation: the burn of his overworked synapses around his implant, the ache of a fresh bruise where he hit a counter on his way down, the secondhand pain and fretting from the Keep, the taste of ozone in his mouth from the blaster, the smell of disinfectant, the discomfort of limbs twisted in ways they shouldn’t be and held in place by steel handcuffs.

His captor paces in front of him, cradling her comms to her ear.

“Hey babe,” she says with more chagrin than he would have expected for her triumph. “I wanted to give you a chance to say ‘I told you so’. It happened again.” The cry on the other end is so loud even Arum can hear it, though he can’t make out words.

“No, I’m not-- hey-- hey, take a second and breathe. I’m not hurt, okay? I’m fine. The backup blaster was right where you left it, charged and everything. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, he’s still here. No, I don’t want to file a police report. What do you mean, why? Because the last time I did, the whole precinct showed up and confiscated half my stock as ‘evidence’, that’s why. But I would feel better if you were around. Okay? Okay. Thanks. I love you. I’ll see you soon.”

She ends the call, and he shuts his eyes and lets his head fall back against his chest.

“You can quit that already,” she says. “The stun will have worn off by now. I know you’re awake.”

He keeps pretending, just to spite her.

She huffs and rummages around in one of her cabinets. When she speaks again, her voice is immediately in front of him. “Look this way.”

She grabs him by the chin and lifts his head, and he can’t quite stop himself from opening his eyes, just in time to be blinded by a flashlight aimed directly into his cornea. He hisses and pulls back, blinking away the afterimage of the light.

“Mm-hmm,” she hums and proceeds to check his pulse. “How does your neck feel right now?”

“That’s no business of yours,” he snaps.

“You sure about that?” Two fingers under his jaw check his lymph nodes. “Because even legitimate cybernetics will malfunction after a stun blast, and the black market varieties tend to cut corners on the fail-safes. Depending on how deep it’s wired into your nervous system, it could be doing a lot of damage right now.”

As if the Keep would ever be so careless with his safety.

Arum sneers. “If you were so concerned, you shouldn’t have shot me.”

“If you hadn’t broken into my house, I wouldn’t have had to.”

“Well, if you hadn’t--” A renewed wave of pain pulses through the Keep, and Arum gasps under the force of it.

The scientist stands, her jaw set decisively. “Your cybernetic is going to keep doing that, and it’s going to keep getting worse.” She grabs some kind of mechanical device and reaches for his neck.

He jerks his head wildly to the side. “What do you think you’re doing?”

She’s patient, but impassive. “I get it. You’re in pain. The best thing we can do right now is shut down your cybernetic so we can degauss it and reboot it safely.” Her voice is so calm, so clinical, and it somehow makes the savagery of her words even worse. “I promise, it won’t hurt.”

Hurt?! Of what consequence is a little pain compared to severing his connection to his Keep? He’s never been without it, not even for a moment, not since he was a child-- what if it can’t be restored once the connection is broken?-- what if he loses it forever-- what if he can’t find his way back to it and it dies without him?--

The scientist leans in again, and he’s already planning his defense. She’s cuffed his hands, but his legs are still free. He’ll kick her legs out from under her. He’ll headbutt her if she gets too close. He’ll bite her fingers off. He’ll do anything-- everything-- whatever it takes.

But before she can make the attempt, a pounding comes on the door, followed by a muffled, frantic shout.

The scientist sighs. “Hold on.”

Before she can rise, the door slides open and a uniformed man rushes inside and descends on the scientist in a flurry of fluttering hands and babbling lips.

“Rilla!” he cries at ear-splitting volume. “My love, my light, my forever-flower-- are you hurt? I’m so sorry it took me so long to reach you, I came as fast as I could, but--”

“I told you, Damien, I’m fine.” She sets her hands on his shoulders and puts a healthier distance between the two of them. “Honestly, I’m a bit more worried about this guy. He’s got some kind of back-alley subcutaneous cybernetic, and that laser did a real number on him.”

Arum sincerely doubts that Damien heard a word of that. The moment their eyes met over the scientist’s shoulder, the police officer went pale and his eyes went wide.

“You,” Damien breathes, low and rough and far closer to the sounds he made during their fight the night before. “You-- you villain! You fiend! I let you go and this is what you do with your freedom?”

“I won that fight,” Arum grumbles.

Rilla looks from one to the other. “You two know each other?”

“We’ve met,” Arum says, in the same moment that Damien starts on another tearful tirade: “Rilla, my Amaryllis, my love, if I’d known he would come after you I never would have let him go, I swear it on my life, on my soul--”

She blinks. “Wait. So this was... what? Some kind of revenge?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Arum tells the officer. “I had no idea the two of you knew each other.” Maybe if he had, he might have looked harder for another scientist who fit Dr. Amaryllis Of-Exile’s qualifications. Bad enough when he had the memory of an impassioned knife-fight nagging at his focus; now he knows that the beautiful police officer who let him go is in a relationship, and with the woman he tried to kidnap, no less. All of this is a distraction that he doesn’t need.

His train of thought is derailed by another wave of pain from the Keep.

He doesn’t have time for this.

“Okay, then,” Amaryllis says, turning to face him again. “Then why are you here?”

“It hardly matters now, does it?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Damien asks. “He came to rob you, like the last brigand who broke in here.”

“I don’t think that’s it,” Amaryllis says. “The last one went in and out with as much as they could carry. This guy had time to find one of the blasters you left, but he didn’t take anything else. He was waiting for me.”

“You think he was after you?” Damien says something else, but Arum can’t hear the words over another wave of agony. When his eyes refocus, Damien is immediately in front of him, looking ill. “--swear, I didn’t touch him--”

“It’s the cybernetic,” Amaryllis kneels beside him, that infernal device in her hand once again. “Damien, I need you to hold him steady.”

Arum tries to squirm away, but callused hands close on the side of his head and keep him still.

“No!” he hisses, but it’s lost in another cry of pain. The Keep is dying, and he can feel it-- and if he doesn’t act now, that pain will be the last impression of it he’ll ever feel. “The implant isn’t broken-- the Keep is.”

Amaryllis hesitates. “The what?”

“That’s why I came here. That’s why I--” He shudders through another wave. It’s getting worse. “I need your help, or it’s going to die.”

#the penumbra podcast #second citadel #fanfiction #writing prompt

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blazehedgehog · 6 years ago

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"Is there a way to make FL look more professional and not like Garage Band?" - Things this dude needs to hear: 1. Garage band is pretty amazing for a free piece of software. 2. FL studio's UI is objectively WORSE than Garage Band - Garage Band is basically a lite version of Logic, and is the closest thing to a "professional-looking" interface as you're going to get. 3. What does "professional looking" even mean? If the UI isn't getting in the way of you creating, who cares what it looks like?

That’s kind of what I was getting at towards the end of my response, yeah. What does “professional” even look like in his context? If he’s learning FL Studio was part of a college course, what prior expectations does he have the way the software should look?

FL Studio definitely has a unique look of its own, where it eschews typical Windows interface stylization in favor of having something that could charitably be described as a “funky Winamp Skin”

But, like, so what? It works. And, personally, I think it works pretty well. It’s probably a very early example of that thing Apple loves to do in its interfaces – “skeumorphic” design. Instead of designing something like it was a piece of software, you design it with the flourish of a real object. Instead of volume being a number you input on a keyboard, you make a graphical volume knob that you “turn” using your mouse.

Fruityloops wasn’t the first program to do this, but it may have been one of the first pieces of software to do it on such a large scale. That’s why it looks the way it does, because it’s trying to look like actual racks of audio hardware:

I mean, jeeze, you have a keypad with fake wires coming off of it. Volume sliders with graphics of actual hardware wedges instead of just the flat block Windows normally gives you.

Though I will take umbrage with “FL Studio’s UI is objectively worse than Garage Band” because Garage Band just looks like FL Studio’s pattern editor but with bigger buttons.

I guess you could say it’s a little more readable because all the fonts and knobs are bigger, but Logic Pro is also similarly compact like FL Studio.

ANYWAY don’t be weird and judgemental about things you don’t seem to actually have experience with is the basic point in all of this. You aren’t going to be more or less cool based on the visual style of your software just so long as it works the way you want it to.

A paint brush is still a paint brush regardless of whether or not its handle is engraved with fancy symbols or if it’s bought at a hobby store for $5.

#questions #fl studio #logic pro #garage band #fruityloops #mattshuku #image heavy

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maillong · 2 years ago

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Soulless manga online

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The way everything plays out, with the characters having only very shallow thoughts and emotions, makes me feel like I’m reading an elementary school book where everything is simplified and could be summarized in a sentence. Expect no character development or growth aside from right after she gets reincarnated and isn’t someone’s puppet. Since this is the case, there are also no challenges or problems for her to struggle to overcome and grow from. The female lead is actually the most powerful person in the country (probably the world) and she can do no wrong in this story basically. I don't recommend, and I don't understand the high ratings and praise. Even if you're looking for fluff, there are other stories out there with more heartfelt and cute scenes. I find characters like this flat, and therefore the plot drags because you know her plan will always work without a twist, and people will always be on her side. She doesn't even get revenge on those who wronged her! She just chooses to not interact with them and let them ruin themselves all on their own. Also, every plan she makes always works without any unintended consequences, everything she puts her mind to comes to fruition, and everyone loves her. In an oversaturated genre, this manhwa is just another drop in the bucket, with your classic stoic, black haired, misunderstood ML who had an abusive childhood, and the generous FL who is always considerate, makes the most ethical choices, and considers everyone's feelings.

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It has a definite ending, but as a last volume in the series it lacks a bit of closure.If you want a real revenge story, read the Villainess Reverses the Hourglass, because this ain't it folks. Vol.3 follows as before: amazing art, wild adventures requiring a high suspension of disbelief (most because of Alexia's pregnancy and nobody worrying about it even when she falls from sky high) and trying to overlook the missing of basic informations and inconsistencies. It's great to have a visual rapresentation of all the steampunk contraptions.Īgain, we're left with unanswered questions (who attempted to Alexia's life, and who and why took her notebook?) and we're treated to some omissions (how could Genevieve leave her shop and child unattended?) and puzzling behaviour (isn't it obvious how the pregnancy could happen?), but all in all is a very pleasant read. Thanks the aether, in vol.2 the artist conceded Alexia a bit of modesty!

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In volume 1 there is also something missing between Maccon full moon retirement and his appearance at the Hippocras.Ī pity most of page space was occupied by Alexia's melon-sized breasts and the ridiculous, absolutely out-of-period, gravity-defying bodices of her gowns that, apparently, stand up only thanks to perpetually hard - but invisible - nipples! It takes many things for granted knowledge thus detracting from full understanding and enjoyment. I can't say how much the plot follows the original storyline, but I can say it lacks core worldbuilding informations. The art style is very beautiful, with attention to details both in architectural backgrounds and fashion design. I've read the first novel in 2013 but couldn't remember a thing about it, so i decided to try the comic version.

#Soulless manga online

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princess-of-the-worlds · 6 years ago

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Same Old Love

to @thetourguidebarbie: Happy Birthday, Angie! Enjoy a (hopefully) funny romcom with police and the mob.

Also, this is like the second time I’ve ever written smut, so I hope it didn’t turn out too badly. I couldn’t fit in blowjobs (sorry???), but @itsnotacrimetoloveyou did coach me thru some of it. Lu literally saved this from being a literal disaster so go thank her.

warnings: guns/scene involving a shootdown, a main character getting (non-fatally) shot, smut???

“Chief Forbes,” Caroline’s assistant Matt says to Caroline, poking his head inside her office at the beginning of one of those late nights where she stays back filling out dreaded paperwork, “we’ve got another case. It’s a forgery ring this time.”

Without looking up from the warrant request form she’s filling out, she tells him, “Drop it on my desk.”

Matt drifts in quickly, placing the file neatly on one corner of her desk, and exits immediately, not wanting to remain in her office any more than necessary.

Everyone of her officers and staff knows how she gets on nights like this. They still tell horror stories on the time Valerie the Medical Examiner tried to place a file on Caroline’s desk when Caroline was newly-appointed as Chief of Police.

After she sets her pen down, she reaches for the case file that Matt had placed onto her desk. She pulls it closer to her before flipping it open.

Caroline groans, loudly, when her eyes land on the first page of the stapled packet in the file folder.

She pushes the file away before changing her mind abruptly and pulling it back, hoping against all hopes that the contents of the file will be different when she reopens it.

It’s not.

Shoving her chair back, Caroline teeters to her feet, stretching out her aching muscles, and makes her way to the mini-fridge in the back of her office, bare feet silent again the carpeted floor.

She returns to her desk, bottle of red wine in hand.

She won’t be making it through this file sober.

“C’mon, Care!” Bonnie insists, beer nearly sloshing out of the glass in her hand as she gestures. “Just give this guy a chance! He’s Enzo-approved.”

Judging by the increasing volume of Bonnie’s words, she knows her friend is nearly drunk.

“That’s what you said about Damon,” Caroline reminds her dryly. “Then, he tried to cop a feel of my ass, and I was arrested by my own officers for starting the bar fight that landed him in the hospital.”

“Hey,” Enzo, her other best friend and Bonnie’s husband, pitches in from the other side of the restaurant booth. “I hadn’t talked to him in over six years. He was back in town for a brief while and just wanted a date. How was I supposed to remember how much of an asshole he was.”

“Besides,” Caroline continues, overpowering Enzo’s multiple protests. “I’m already in a relationship.”

“Yeah,” Bonnie says. “Six months, and we still haven’t seen the guy. It’s like he doesn’t exist.”

“He’s an artist!” Caroline states, blushing heavily. “He’s gotta travel for his art shows.”

“C’mon, blondie,” Enzo says. “You move back in town after two years to be Chief of Police and that too with a new beau. It’s a bit odd.”

“It’s weird enough that mob crime picked back up the moment you moved back. Almost like you had something to do with that,” Bonnie notes.

Caroline freezes and nearly panics. “Does anyone want to order a burger? I’ll flag down a waiter.” Her voice rises another octave as she breaks into nervous laughter, but thankfully, Enzo and Bonnie are too tipsy to notice.

Later that night, the bed creaks and dips as Klaus slides in under the sheets besides Caroline.

Having sobered a while back, Caroline flips onto her side and turns to face him. “Bonnie and Enzo were asking about you,” she tells him quietly.

“Oh,” he says with just the slightest hit of curiosity in his tone. “Were they?” He nestles closer to her, the mattress springs squeaking under his movements.

She prods him on the shoulder with a finger. “No, seriously,” she continues. “They thought it was odd that they hadn’t met you yet. What am I supposed to tell them?”

“More art shows?” he suggests, and by the mischief in his voice, Caroline knows that he’s smirking at her in the dark of their bedroom.

She pouts. “It’s a shitty excuse that’ll only hold up for some more time. Please,” she reaches out a hand blindly, dragging it over the rough contours of his unshaven jawline, “they’re important to me. Just like you’re important to me.”

“We’ll figure it out,” he reassures her.

“Fine,” she says, but they both know that she’s stubborn enough that they’ll be revisiting this topic soon. “Now, where were you this morning? I made pancakes that I ended up eating alone.” There’s a bit of a childish whine to her voice.

“I was in my art studio,” he tells her, “painting like the artist your friends believe I am. Besides, love, I’ll make it up to you.”

“Right now,” she insists, and by the rustling of the blankets, she knows that he’s moving to comply.

He rolls on top of her, pinning her legs down with the heft of his body.

“You’re too heavy,” she complains, but he only chuckles, the sound reverberating nicely against her skin.

He continues to move down her body, head ducked under the blanket, brushing his nose against her bare skin at a punishing pace. She sighs continuously at the sensation but eventually grows quieter and quieter.

At one point, when Caroline stops responding, he pinches her, but she makes no sound.

“Caroline?” he whispers.

The only response is a drawn-out snore.

Klaus snorts in laughter, poking his head out from underneath the blanket to realize that Caroline’s fallen asleep on him.

It happens occasionally that one of them falls asleep when the other tries to initiate sex since they both have such busy jobs and work late so frequently. Klaus returns to his position on the pillow besides Caroline, tugs her closer to his body, and closes his eyes peacefully.

“Hey, Chief?” Jeremy asks, peeking into her office. “You wanna ride along? Someone reported a robbery possibly linked to the case you’ve been working on.”

“Sure,” Caroline replies, yawning. “I could use a break from staring at this file all day.”

She could use a nap, really, but she’s at work right now. This damn case has been draining her energy all week. The one time she and Klaus made it to bed on the same night, she fell asleep before he could even try to eat her out!

Caroline will be so glad when she can declare this case closed.

“Damnit!” Caroline hisses as she drops down to the ground, ducking behind the giant dumpster. With a thud, the bullet that had been aimed at her embeds itself in the brick wall behind her, just inches above her head. “Fuck,” she mutters as she ejects the empty magazine from her gun. “It was just supposed to be a fucking robbery.” She searches through her pockets, searching for an extra magazine. “Where the fuck are my bullets?”

She hasn’t been in the actual line of fire in months; she’s been stuck in an office ever since she moved back into town after she was made Chief. Though her hands are steady as they grip and guide the gun she always keeps tucked under her blouse, the unexpected and nearly-unfamiliar tension of the situation she has found herself in has her nerves singing with adrenaline.

“You got an extra magazine?” she calls to Jeremy who’s crouched on the other side of the dumpster. “I’m out.”

“I gotcha, Chief.”

Jeremy works Robbery Homicide and is used to firefights, which this venture was not meant to turn into. They had arrived on the scene of the robbery only to see a suspicious figure fleeing the scene. They’d chased them into the alleyway that they themselves are now trapped in.

Caroline and Jeremy are lucky that Jeremy kept a few bulletproof vests in the trunk of his police cruiser.

Jeremy carefully pokes his head out from behind the dumpster, mindful of any bullets flying their way, and slides Caroline a magazine. Just as he retreats behind the dumpster, a bullet hits the edge of the dumpster with a ping.

She reaches for the magazine and skillfully loads it into her gun, cocking it carefully. With measured movements, she springs up and fires a quick shot after their shooter.

Judging by their shout of pain and stumble backwards, she hit them somewhere vital, but they don’t relent their hailstorm of bullets.

Dropping back down, Caroline shouts to Jeremy, raising her voice to be heard above the chaos. “Where’s our backup?”

He gestures helplessly. “I called them,” he shouts back. “They should be here soon.”

At that moment comes the sound of multiple sets of tires loudly squealing to a stop against pavement, music to Caroline’s ears. Backup is here.

Then, she turns around and realizes that several cars pulled to an abrupt stop on the opposite side of the alley than theirs and are, in fact, backup. But for their shooters.

“Fuck,” she hisses. “This just got more complicated.”

“What do we do now, Chief?” Jeremy asks, eyes fixed on her for guidance.

The new arrivals will outnumber them by many bodies and will be able to proceed down the alleyway with ease, and Jeremy and Caroline will run out of bullets eventually. Their only options are shooting back or running, and both are lose-lose situations.

As if the answer to their figurative prayers, Caroline’s officers choose that moment to pull up behind the dumpster in their police cruisers, spilling out decked in their bulletproof vests and with guns.

“How many?” Bonnie asks, sneaking up next to Caroline.

“At least ten, Bennett,” she tells her lieutenant, taking a peek past the dumpster. “Backup arrived for the shooter a few minutes ago. They must be part of the mob that’s running the forgery ring. Apparently, a warehouse they ran a money press in was ransacked by a rival, and that’s how we got in this whole mess.”

Bonnie whistles in surprise and then wordlessly signals for their officers to spread out throughout the alleyway.

There’s commotion on the other end; the mob boss has arrived in another screech of tires, and he’s yelling orders apparently.

Bullets fly mercilessly towards the police squad, who returns with their own fire. It’s quick and chaotic.

Someone motions for Caroline to retreat and be taken back to the station for her safety, but she wrestles their rifle out of their hands and climbs up, perching on the edge of the dumpster and aiming the rifle towards their attackers.

She aims for nonvital areas, attempting only to incapacitate the shooters. She takes about two or three shooters about of the fight by shooting their kneecaps, forcing them to retreat for medical treatment.

Someone steps into the view of her rifle scope.

Mussed sandy curls. Dimples like deep pools. Narrow cheekbones. Stormy eyes. A shadow of scruff across a strong jaw. Raspberry lips pulled in a tight line. A body of sharp lines and subtle muscles wrapped in a navy suit that’s probably Tom Ford.

He’s lifting a gun straight at her, eyebrows furrowed in a familiar expression of concentration.

Then something’s hitting Caroline’s side like a punch with the force of a sledgehammer, the pain radiating across her ribs and left upper body, and it knocks her off-balance until she topples backwards, crashing a few feet to the ground.

She blacks out instantly before her body can properly register the pain.

Caroline comes back to consciousness and finds herself leaning against the brick wall, the blurry shape of Bonnie leaning over her and pressing an icepack to her ribs. The bulletproof vest is gone, and there’s a hollow achiness to her side that she instantly despises.

“What happened?” she asks Bonnie in a raspy voice. Her throat feels drier than the Sahara, but all of her body’s attention is focused on the cool contrast of the icepack against the bare skin and side. “Weren’t we in a firefight?”

The image of Bonnie begins to crystallize as Caroline’s vision focuses.

“Yeah,” Bonnie tells her. “You got shot in the side, but your bulletproof vest took most of the impact. I had a medic check you out under my supervision.”

And, indeed, if Caroline looks to the side, there’s a few straggling members of the police squad talking to the ambulance parked a few feet away.

Bonnie continues, “You should be fine. It might bruise nastily. They recommended that you take some pain relievers or something. The reason you passed out was because of the impact of the bullet knocked you to the ground, but there was no permanent damage.”

“Okay,” Caroline says and tries to stand.

She wobbles a bit and then crashes instantly back to the ground.

Bonnie reaches out a hand to steady her. “Woops. Yeah, none of that. Here, let’s get you home. I’ll have an officer drive you.”

Caroline gives in; she knows that there’s no point protesting to Bonnie.

“The dizziness should die down in a few minutes,” Bonnie explains.

“Bon,” Caroline croaks. “What happened to the criminals?”

“We caught and arrested most of them,” Bonnie tells her. “The mob boss got away, but we managed to identify him. Nicholas Michaels. A small-time business owner. We’ll put a few uniforms on finding him. Just go home for now, Care.”

By the time Caroline is dropped home, she’s popped an Advil or two and is in much better shape. The pain in her ribs is just a dull throb, and she can think clearly again.

She stumbles into the kitchen, dropping her keys into the small bowl on the counter, and continues into the bedroom.

Turning to the closet, she contemplates taking a shower but decides not to. She’s got a bunch of pent-up aggression and adrenaline and a human-sized problem to deal with.

When she turns back around, Klaus is standing there.

“Good,” Caroline tells him, sternly clipping off the ends of her words. “You’re saving me the trouble off finding you.”

“Evening, love,” he says in response, the edges of his lips turning up in a slight smile. “How was your day at work?”

He’s still wearing the damn suit.

She scowls. “You fucking shot me! That was my day at work!”

Klaus’s expression becomes simultaneously regretful and apologetic. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he replies, “I didn’t know that was you.”

“For fuck’s sake, Mikaelson,” Caroline rages. “You said you cut down the guns to focus on the forgery. So why did your guys still have guns? And why are you getting in mob wars?”

Now, he scowls. “That was all Kol. Fucker can’t let go of the guns, and he keeps going and provoking the de Martels.”

“Ugh.” She throws her hands up in frustration. “I’m the Chief of Police. You’re a mob boss. Why did I ever think this would be a good idea?”

Chuckling smoothly, he stalks closer, a predator on the hunt, herding her towards the wall. “You married me, love,” he reminds her.

Caroline rolls her eyes but continues walking backwards. “And I regret it every day.”

He moves closer. “Is your injury any severe?” he murmurs, ducking his head to trail his nose over her visible collarbone.

“Just the world’s ugliest bruise,” she grouses.

“So, you aren’t advised to engage in anything too athletic?” His gaze is intense and causes warmth to gather in her stomach and in her heart and wetness to pool in her panties.

“Nope.” She shakes her head.

“Good,” Klaus whispers, snaking his head so near that their lips brush against each other. Then, he swoops down and claims her mouth in a fiery, possessive kiss that causes her knees to tremble and ignites a surge of lust in her body.

They kiss like that for several minutes. She’s pinned against the wall, his body pressing down on hers, but it feels supportive rather than restrictive.

Her husband sneaks a hand under her blouse to trace gently over the bruise, but she hisses nonetheless at the contact.

Immediately, he steps back, glancing down at her in concern.

“I’m fine,” she tells him, waving him off.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Klaus shoots back, carefully unbuttoning her blouse and helping her slip it off. He then scoops her up into his arms as she makes a surprised squeak, dropping her gently on the bed and sliding her slacks and underwear off. In quick movements, he also manages to unhook her bra and drops it to the side of the bed, all before she can make another sound. “Now, don’t move more than you have to, sweetheart. I’ll do all the work.”

Klaus trails tender kisses down the slope of her neck. He spends time lavishing the swell of her breasts, his scuff dragging against her skin in a scratchy but appealing way.

She squeaks when he sucks briefly on her sensitive nipples and moans when Klaus draws his fingers down her sides, careful around the bruise. He stops to tickle behind Caroline’s knees and gently grasp her ankles and squeeze them lightly, eliciting a symphony of sounds from his wife.

It’s all over when he gets his mouth on her.

Klaus licks deep into her pussy, flicking his tongue over her clit and inner lips so quickly that she makes a dying whimper at the back of her throat.

But, too quickly, he’s pulling away. To Caroline’s relief, however, he’s only replacing his mouth with his fingers.

He pushes one into her, and she unclenches down on it, but his finger is unyielding inside her, causing her to groan in protest. “Move,” she demands.

As if to infuriate her even more, Klaus lightly draws his thumb over her pussy, teasing her folds slowly as she whines.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” he asks cockily.

“I didn’t marry you for your conversational skills, Mikaelson,” Caroline snaps. “It would feel better if-”

He chooses that moment to crook his finger just so, bumping into her sweet spot in a way that silences her train of thoughts and drawing a moan from her.

“I know what you need, right now, sweetheart,” he tells her huskily. “Let me take care of you, Caroline. You don’t always need to be in control.”

Shoving another finger inside her, Klaus doesn’t allow her any time to respond, scissoring her with savage intent. All she can see are bright white explosions every time his fingers bump inside her and her eyes flutter shut.

“You look so beautiful, sweetheart,” he says, eyes glinting with lust. “Practically overcome with pleasure. Wordless. But, of course, you’ll sing for me.” He thrusts his fingers up and further into her, and she cries out. “I love the sounds you make, Caroline.”

“Klaus,” she gasps out. “I’m so close.”

He pulls his fingers out, and she cries out again. She feels so empty, but he’s merciful.

With unrelenting focus and care, he eats her out until she is nearly boneless with pleasure, her body too lax for her to root a hand in Klaus’s curls. All Caroline can do is hang out for the ride, whimpering and moaning in response to her husband’s wicked tongue.

When she climaxes, her body arches up slightly. Her knees tremble terribly. She screams out Klaus’s name before slumping back down against the bedsheets.

Klaus climbs back onto the bed, mouth gleaming with traces of her orgasm. He swipes at his mouth with the bedsheet, cleaning it off, before smirking at her. He leans down to peck her swiftly on the mouth. “Feeling better?” he asks.

She nods weakly. “Definitely. But, I would feel better if I had your cock in me.”

Her husband’s eyebrows raise slightly. “Of course,” he replies. “Who am I to deny my wife?”

Caroline shrugs.

Climbing off the bed, Klaus shucks off his shirt and pants, balling them up and tossing them into an unseen corner of the room.

For once, Klaus doesn’t tease her. They are both subdued. He only lifts her legs to separate them slightly and crawls between them, nudging himself forward until the tip of his cock brushes between her thighs. He positions himself at her entrance and then slowly pushes himself inside.

Caroline whimpers a little, feeling her inner walls stretch slowly to accommodate his solid length inside her.

Not wasting time, Klaus rocks forward gently, and that sets the mood.

It’s less of the quick but gentle fuck that Caroline was hoping for and more of a lovemaking session that she doesn’t mind.

Klaus feels so good inside her, and he keeps bumping against a bundle of sensitive nerves that causes a sudden eruption of pleasure in her body. His cock hits so deep inside her body that her eyes flicker shut as her body arches upwards and she moans loudly.

When she comes for the second time, it’s quieter, her head only tossing to the side on her pillow and her eyes squeezing tighter as her walls flutter around Klaus.

A few moments later, Klaus comes himself, murmuring her name under his breath. He slumps forward, remaining in her but tucking his head between her neck and shoulder.

In a few minutes, she’ll get up to clean them off and change clothes for bed. They’ll have to figure out the mess of their real life and the events of today. But, for now, she’ll rest in this peaceful moment, blocking out the rest of the world and pretending that it’s only Klaus and her in their bedroom.

And, right now, that’s all that matters.

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Ben Ful Links - February 22/2021

Weekly Geo-Political News and Analysis

Benjamin Fulford. February 22, 2021

Massive March Campaign Planned Against Global Idiocracy

Source: benjaminfulford.net

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For example, the peer-reviewed scientific report sent to us by British and French intelligence says:

“According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) on August 23, 2020, ‘For 6% of the deaths, COVID-19 was the only cause mentioned. For deaths with conditions or causes in addition to COVID-19, on average, there were 2.6 additional conditions or causes per death.’”

(Science, Public Health Policy and the Law Volume 2:4 October 12,2020) https://jdfor2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/adf864_165a103206974fdbb14ada6bf8af1541.pdf

Here, for example, is a link to a scientific report admitting CRISPR is used in “Covid-19” vaccines. https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC7469881/

The Cabal’s state actors are now under increasing attack for their criminal activities. Florida Governor Ron DeSantis told puppet President Biden off last Wednesday after China Joe instructed him to shut down the state because of the fake Pandemic. Speaking to vaccine czar Dr. Anthony Faustus DeSantis asked, “How much do you stand to earn from these vaccines, Dr. Fauci?” He then added, “And, Joe, if you continue with this course of action, I will authorize the state National Guard to protect the movement of Floridians.” When Biden replied, “Address me as Mr. President or President Biden,” DeSantis replied “I will not, and you can go fuck yourself,” before hanging up. https://realrawnews.com/2021/02/gov-desantis-tells-biden-go-fuck-yourself/

The situation on the ground is now so dire that, in just one example, a new survey by the NYC Hospitality Alliance reveals that 92 percent of New York restaurants couldn’t afford to pay December rent. https://thenycalliance.org/information/december-2020-rent-report

Also even to corporate propaganda media is starting to revolt against their fake narratives. For example, in an appearance on MSNBC, White House COVID adviser Andy Slavitt said the fact that Covid infection patterns were identical in no lockdown Florida and hyper-lockdown California was “a little bit beyond our explanation.” https://www.zerohedge.com/covid-19/watch-biden-adviser-struggles-explain-similar-covid-numbers-ca-fl-despite-opposite

The Cabal is now desperately dialing down the fake pandemic as reality becomes impossible for them to deny any longer. That is why they are reporting a huge drop in “Covid” cases and propaganda news articles are now saying the entire “pandemic” could be over by April. http://www.battleforworld.com/2020/08/01/covid-19-where-does-it-end/#CovidCasesDrop

https://www.statista.com/chart/22067/daily-new-cases-by-world-region/

Of course, we must never underestimate these criminals because they have literally thousands of years of experience in herding humans as if they were livestock. The attack on Texas -which involved deliberately shutting down their power grid in the middle of a cold snap- is one example. This came after Texas Congressman Ron Wright “died of Covid-19,” and as an election for his replacement looms, the corporate propaganda media is full of articles criticizing the Texas establishment for “mishandling,” its energy grid. https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2021/02/17/texas-shows-that-when-you-cannot-govern-you-lie-lot/

Now, NSA sources are telling us the next thing the criminal regime is planning is food shortages. The NSA notes:

1) Small farms shutting down world-wide.

2) Over 1,000 ships off our coast with food as the FDA keeps them out at sea; allowing the food to rot,

3) China is outbidding everyone for food worldwide as their crops fail,

4) This NASA-created freeze is not allowing food shipments across the nations; USA, Europe, etc.

Furthermore, the NSA notes railroads are sitting idle so trucks must pick up the slack meaning shipping costs went from $1,000 per container to $10,000 per container from Seattle to Chicago. They note the same trouble in Japan as ports need constant upgrades due to shaking. To top things off, they say “Biden is shipping USA Grain Reserves to China again.” https://news.yahoo.com/world-pay-more-meat-food-050000496.html

https://www.zerohedge.com/commodities/amid-soaring-food-prices-kraft-heinz-conagra-brands-set-raise-prices

The cabal has also been tearing down power substations in the U.S. for years “so a 3-hour power outage becomes a 3-week power outage,” the sources note. They say what happened in Texas was “just a foretaste.” https://www.revolver.news/2021/02/texass-power-grid-disaster-is-only-the-beginning/

In addition to economic sabotage, the Cabal is now promoting multiple space missions to gather money. https://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-9273375/Seven-minutes-terror-NASAs-Perseverance-land-Mars-TODAY.html

https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/worldnews/14089099/russia-china-sign-historic-deal-build-first-moon-base/

Now let us look at a recent snapshot of some of the moronic policies the Cabal is trying to impose on the world. For one thing, they are still harping endlessly about Iran and its so-called “nuclear bomb.” Here for example is a Mossad linked Debka comment saying “the blank wall reached by President Joe Biden’s policy for re-engaging Iran in nuclear diplomacy is that his advisers could not get together on a strategy for stalling its progress towards a bomb.” This is the same BS they have been repeated endlessly for over 30 years. https://www.debka.com/are-bidens-moves-for-nuclear-diplomacy-with-iran-stuck-in-the-sand/

Of course, if you take a look at Iranian leaders wearing their sheep masks, you can tell Iran is also just a cabal colony playing their role in trying to get us all to kill each other in WWIII. https://www.zerohedge.com/geopolitical/white-house-signals-iran-its-ready-eu-sponsored-talks-major-nuke-deal-breakthrough

In Israel meanwhile, the sheeple there are now being given the mark of the beast vaccination certificates that allow them to go shopping, etc. https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/world/israel-re-opens-further-with-green-pass-for-vaccinated/ar-BB1dSlf1

And then we have German Chancellor Angela Hitler saying, “the pandemic is not over until all people in the world have been vaccinated.” https://www.reuters.com/article/us-germany-politics-g7-merkel-idUSKBN2AJ1WG

Of course, any nations opposed to this are “rogue nations,” opposed to a “rules-based world order,” which is why NATO Secretary-General Jens Stoltenberg said, “China and Russia are trying to re-write the rules of the road to benefit their own interests.” https://www.reuters.com/article/us-germany-security-nato-idUSKBN2AJ24G

The Pentagon is on board with the plan to occupy Israel and so are the Russians. “Russia is the last island of freedom,” State Duma speaker Vyacheslav Volodin said recently adding, “Do you see what’s happening in the United States of America? The country is dying, everything has been canceled out.” https://www.themoscowtimes.com/2021/02/17/russia-is-the-worlds-last-island-of-freedom-parliament-speaker-says-a72995

Several targets have been outlined for the spring offensive against the cabal. In addition to Israel, any world leader pushing for Covid-19 vaccines has to be removed ASAP. These include Boris Johnson of the UK, Justin Castro of Canada, Angela Hitler of Germany, Joe CG Biden of the U.S. etc.

Removing Justin Castro in Canada is a high priority because it will allow Canadian troops to join their compatriots in states like Texas and Florida to fight against the Khazarian mafia strongholds like California and New York. https://www.ctvnews.ca/health/coronavirus/14-5m-canadians-to-be-immunized-by-june-updated-vaccination-timeline-shows-1.5314048

Also, Google and Facebook were created with taxpayer money and then given to private individuals. They are now taking over power from elected governments and must be nationalized. “Freedom of speech is not something that anonymous moderators working for private companies should decide,” Deputy Polish Justice Minister Sebastian Kaleta said recently. “Instead, that is for the national body; duly elected officials,” he added. https://www.foxnews.com/world/poland-fights-big-tech-push-block-social-media-censorship?utm_campaign=later-linkinbio-foxnews&utm_content=later-14580965&utm_medium=social&utm_source=instagram

https://www.zerohedge.com/political/biden-admin-working-directly-big-tech-crush-vaccine-dissent

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