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[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

PLEASE more Raul content. Headcannons, fics, I genuinely don't care I love your writing and ghoul opinions I'm biting the walls of my enclosure for more Raul stuff!!

I've got a one-shot for our boy Raul coming up, but I also promised more headcanons, so enjoy! He's such a sweetheart and, like with Cooper Howard, I'm a real mark for reserved and lonely old men rediscovering sex.

Raul Tejada (Fallout: New Vegas) NSFW Headcanons 2

Not great at dirty talk, per se, but he can be very sweet and flirtatious in a way that can really get you going, anyway. He thinks dirty things, certainly, and when you're driving him extra crazy he may mutter one or two of them quietly, or grunt them out in Spanish if he knows you don't speak the language. He's both rusty and afraid to frighten you, or disrespect you in a way that turns you off. If you're prone to dirty talk yourself, he'll enjoy it, but he does get rather red-faced about it, even a tad flustered sometimes, especially in the beginning.

If your gun skills aren't as high as you'd like them to be, he's happy to provide you with some training on how to shoot. He's thrilled to know that you're better equipped to take care of yourself...and it's a great excuse to get into your personal space and hold you in a way that comes across as natural, as well as a way to show off something he's skilled at in a safe environment. He feels like a pervert while he does it, though; rapidly, his only thoughts become about how nice you smell, how warm and soft you feel, until all he can think about is bending you over the nearest stable surface. If you notice him getting a bit hard during one of your lessons, don't be shy.

Not much of an exhibitionist, or even one for quickies in most places. He's not particularly interested in really fooling around much if you aren't somewhere explicitly safe, or damn-near. Not for a lack of desire towards you; he simply worries too much for your safety. Fears that he could lose you because he was distracted by his own desires, and knows that if that happened, it would literally kill him.

Do I need to say that he would enjoy you playing damsel in distress so he can save you? The feeling of saving you, protecting you is satisfying for its own reason, but he's also a big fan of just how appreciative you are afterwards. Who doesn't love a good "thank you" blow job? It's fairly apparent in his characterization and his backstory that something like that would be right up his alley, but I think you'd have to initiate something like that yourself.

Honestly, I think pretty much anything that isn't in the "vanilla book of sex" is going to have to be suggested by you. Raul has unconventional desires, he has kinks...but he's also old, often tired, and usually just a little too skittish and self-conscious to bring anything like that up himself. As I've discussed before, I don't think BDSM or anything in that area would really be his thing, but I believe most other things he could be persuaded to at least try out if you're interested in them. He wants to make you happy. Plus, some of the things you want sound hot...

[eccentric-nucleus]

so i signed up for that 404 media mailing list b/c i mean, why not. so now i am also getting emails from them and so far it has not been too annoying. several articles about various food delivery aggregators using bizarre ai-generated food photography, that kind of thing.

the thing i got today was about people on etsy making bespoke hardcover editions of fanfiction (not their own, just whatever fanfic is popular) and selling them. apparently a lot of draco/hermione fanfiction.

from the article:

“due to the seemingly unstoppable monetization of fandom and the sheer volume of illegal fan bindings being sold, I will be pulling all my works within the next few days,” they wrote on Tumblr. “thank you to those of you who worked so hard trying to keep fandom free and to all of you who supported my writing. it was fun while it lasted”

“I hate these shitty vultures who are destroying fandom spaces to make money before moving onto the next grift once we are burned to the ground,” a Redditor wrote in a thread about the announcement. “Vultures is exactly what they fucking are,” someone else replied.

it has been super weird to see fandom becoming more and more monetizable. i remember when even the suggestion that somebody might be exchanging money for product would get people kicked off fanfic sites. even running charity drives for fan in exchange for charity receipts was considered risky and dangerous! and now there's a bunch of people like "ugh ao3 is so annoying; why don't they let me post links to my commission form on my fics". money slowly and insidiously making its way into the fandom entity.

(i've actually had multiple people tell me they've gotten commissions inspired by my fics, or ask me if i take take money for writing further chapters of w/e fic, and it's always such a weird thing. that used to be such an out-there stance to take and now there are plenty of people that... i mean, i've just been posting about scribblehub. a large part of that site is absolutely hosting porn fanfic with patreon links attached. now it's a Market.)

i do feel like just saying that economic interests inevitably hollow out all hobbyist communities and turn them into empty enclosures filled with advertising is a little doomerist of me, but oof it's hard to see the increasing monetization of these spaces as anything other than another threat to any real community

there's this old saying about the difference between an author and an agent is that an author genuinely wants people to read their work. part of the value of getting published is so people see something you cared about making, not just the money. the agent is there to be a dispassionate advocate so that they can actually make money off of their work, b/c the author is kind of biased there. everybody having to be their own agent just kinda sucks for a lot of reasons

[i-scavenger]

iBuyPower computer tower, with fans, a hard drive, and a SD hard drive found in a dumpster enclosure.

[heaven-s-black-box]

Wright Anything Agency + Prosecutors Office= Chaos chpt.2

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Recovery date: May 26th, 2020

Description: The WAA's air conditioner breaks during an LA summer, so they go to the only place they can think of... the prosecutors office. Chaos ensues led by the youngest members of the Wright and Edgeworth families.

Notes: A entry series involving a descendant of a traveler, following the death of her mother it was determined Sky would be better off staying with Miles Edgeworth. This is an OC insert, the fantastical technobabble is just for looks

Related works: Miles adopts Sky, Trucy meets Sky

Chapters: 1 2 2.5 3 4 5 5.5

Word count: 2 083

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Apollo stepped out of the courtroom and spotted Klavier waiting for him. The first day of the trial had gone fine. No verdict yet, but only barely. Apollo had a feeling the case would end tomorrow, he also had a feeling it would be a guilty verdict. If his client wasn’t guilty, today should have gone much smoother, but too much came out that he hadn’t known. So just to be sure, him and Klavier were going back to the crime scene. After all, two pairs of eyes were better than one. Plus maybe Klavier would pick up on something he’d missed last night after he finally got to the crime scene. 

Moving the tables back hadn’t been a problem, and Mr. Wright had only scolded them right after the fact. Along with the scolding, Trucy wasn’t allowed to do any magic for the rest of the week, Apollo had to watch Trucy because the sword fight wouldn’t have started if he’d stepped in, and Athena had to do the Wright Anything agency chores for a week by herself. So overall, not too bad. When asked about their punishment, Klavier and Simon just changed the subject. 

The crime scene was an employee area at the LA zoo. It wasn’t too far from the court house, a fifteen or so minute drive. Of course that meant that Klavier insisted they took his bike, or as Apollo called it, the death trap. 

“So, what was your punishment?” Apollo decided to ask again as they approached the crime scene.

“What about yours? Shouldn’t you be watching Fraulein Trucy?” Klavier smiled as he held the door to the employee area open for him.

“She’s with Mr.Wright, something about not wanting to fan the flame of craziness.” Although he couldn’t think of who he was talking about. The only person that came to mind was out of the country until later, they probably wouldn’t even see her until tomorrow.

“Hm, well herr Edgeworth gave us more paperwork and took away herr Blackquill’s swords for the week.”

“Well that doesn’t sound too bad,” Apollo thought aloud. Honestly he kind of expected worse.

“Well no damage was caused, and no one was hurt. Besides, herr Edgeworth has let more chaotic things slide,” he muttered the last part and Apollo didn’t catch it.

They searched the entire scene together and even asked around again. Nothing new came up and Apollo was slowly resigning himself to the fact his client was guilty. He hadn’t been entirely certain of their innocence to begin with but as long as there was doubt, he’d look for the truth. Apollo would still fight with everything he had tomorrow and maybe something would come up last minute, that seemed to happen a lot with their trials. By their, he meant any trial involving the Wright Anything agency. They always got the strangest cases.

“Find anything to use pal?” Detective Gumshoe asked as they left the employee’s area.

“No,” he sighed, “ Tomorrow’s going to be pretty interesting.”

Klavier decided that before they left they should get ice cream. Apollo didn’t see any harm, it was pretty hot today, and let Klavier lead him to one of the carts. Normally when Apollo came here with Trucy and Athena, it took them a while to find the carts. They weren’t exactly hard to find, they just weren’t particularly easy to find. Klavier pulled him to the nearest enclosure after they got their treats.

“How’d you find it so easily?” Apollo asked, unwrapping his popsicle.

“Ah, fraulein Sky enjoys coming here on the weekends. She normally comes with herr Edgeworth or herr Blackquill, but sometimes she asks me to join as well.”

Apollo laughed at the idea of Simon Blackquill being dragged along by an overly excited teenage girl. Although, that sounded a lot like him and Athena, so he guessed it wasn’t that crazy. Maybe he could see if Sky wanted to have a day out with both the prosecutor’s office and the Wright Anything agency. It could be a thank you for letting them work in their office for the week, he’d have to talk to Mr. Wright about that. For now, he turned back to the hyena enclosure. 

“Have you ever heard a hyena laugh?” A voice asked from behind them.

They jumped and turned around. Klavier’s ice cream popsicle fell off the stick and into his hand. He frowned at the girl now standing in front of them and quickly ate the last of the popsicle before accepting a wipe from the girl.

“Why do you have wet wipes with you?” Apollo asked her.

“Never hurts to be prepared,” she smiled.

“Ich dachte nicht, dass du bis später zurück sein würdest,” (I didn't think you'd be back until later)Klavier said, wiping his hands off.

“Papa glaubt, wir fliegen später rein.” (Dad thinks we'll fly in later) She turned to Apollo, “Hello Mr. Justice! It’s been a while hasn’t it?”

“I guess. Did Mr. Wright know you’d be here?”

“Why? He didn’t tell papa did he? It’s supposed to be a surprise,” she frowned. Now what Mr. Wright said earlier made sense. Putting Trucy and her together usually made for a chaotic time.

“No, but why are you here?” Klavier asked. If Mr. Edgeworth had known he would have said something.

“A little birdy told me you’d be here and I need help with something,” she clapped her hands together and there was a dangerous glint in her eyes.

“Fraulein I feel we should warn you that herr Edgeworth and herr Wright are somewhat displeased with us right now.”

“I know! Kay and Trucy told me what happened yesterday. Trucy also told me you guys would be at the prosecutor’s office all week,” she was swaying now from side to side. Something horrible was about to transpire and they were helpless to stop it.

---

As the clock neared seven P.M., Edgeworth began to clean up his desk and finish up his work. At six thirty, an alarm had reminded him to leave in half an hour. Sky and Franziska’s plane would be getting in around seven thirty and he couldn’t be late. The last time he lost track of time and forgot to pick up his daughter, Franziska helped her rearrange his home office. It seemed his sister had no problem causing chaos with her niece if it caused problems for him. And today had been rather pleasant so he would prefer to avoid annoying his sister. Klavier and Apollo had been off on their trial, and Wright had picked up another case and brought Trucy along. Kay and prosecutor Debeste were putting together the prosecution's case for that trial and Athena and prosecutor Blackquill had gone to visit prosecutor Blackquill’s sister. That left Edgeworth to his own devices for the day which didn’t happen often.

His phone rang suddenly. Not his desk phone though, his personal cell. The caller ID was Franziska.

“Hello Franziska. I thought you weren’t landing for another half hour or so?” He double checked his clock to make sure he had the right time. Six forty-eight, he should still have time. “What do you mean you’ve been back for almost five hours, what have you been doing in that time?” Why had she given him a different time? Something wasn’t right. “Franziska… what did you do? More to the point, where is my daughter.”

He packed up his stuff and locked his office on the way out. Instead of answering his question, Franziska told him to meet her down stairs. Although he hoped that meant they were just waiting for him downstairs, things were never that simple with Sky. Ever since he’d adopted her eleven years ago, he found himself falling victim to her childish ideas and experiments. The results varied from messes to accidental food poisoning. However there were also the occasional pleasant results, like the two of them coming up with a new recipe that actually worked or a once a month office game night.

At the bottom of the stairs, he could see Franziska waiting for him, whip in hand. His daughter was nowhere in sight and if Franziska was in on whatever was going on, she wasn’t showing it. Instead she said that Sky was talking with some of the prosecutors in the cafeteria and that she had wanted to surprise him by getting in earlier than planned. Apparently the case in Berlin had ended sooner than anticipated and the only reason they hadn’t come back days ago was because Sky wasn’t in a rush to return to the heat of LA. 

She bid him farewell and left. She had some business to attend to here after all before returning to Berlin herself. It did not go unnoticed that she seemed to come by as frequently as possible. Everyone was quite sure it had something to do with her nieces niece. No matter how hard she tried, she visibly softened around both Trucy and Sky. Although Trucy wasn’t technically her niece… yet. Edgeworth made his way to the cafeteria.

He could hear joyfull conversation from the otherside. It actually sounded quite busy, usually it started quieting down by seven as people started leaving to work from home. He started to relax, perhaps the only surprise was getting back early.

“Edgeworth!” He turned to see Wright running up to him. Trucy was lagging slightly behind him on her phone. Really that and the sudden slow of noise on the other side should have been a warning.

“Wright? What are you doing here?”

“Kay said she wanted to talk about the case I took. Apparently her and prosecutor Debeste found something they wanted to share.” Edgeworth shrugged and opened the door with Wright by his side.

They stepped inside together and scanned the area for the people they were looking for. The second the door closed, everyone turned around and the room got very loud. It was a mix of laughter, screams of “FIRE!” and what Edgeworth knew to be the sound of nerf guns. On instinct, he moved his arms in front of his face, Wright was not so lucky. There was a barrage of darts for a little over ten seconds. Once it fell silent, minus a few giggles, Edgeworth and Wright straightened out and looked around. The area around them was covered in nerf darts and the Cafeteria seemed to be filled with everyone from the prosecutor's office plus the Wright Anything agency and a few detectives.

Edgeworth let out a sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose, Wright slowly started catching up. He frowned once he processed the ambush. Where they had gotten enough nerf guns neither had a clue. They did however know exactly who was behind it. Letting out a long sigh, Edgeworth sighed.

“Where are they?” He noticed that Trucy hadn’t followed them in, however she had a tendency to appear wherever.

All at once, the whole room pointed behind them. They hadn’t heard the door open, although they had been a little preoccupied. Turning around, they both received a flurry of shots to the chest. They barely had enough time to turn their heads so the shots didn’t rebound into their faces. The shots were accompanied by giggles from the two masterminds. Edgeworth had to fight a smile and he noticed Wright was having the same problem.

“At least you didn’t disturb the work day,” Wright sighed. “But you still made a mess. I hope you plan on picking this up.”

“Nope!” Trucy cheered, “We drew sticks to see who had to pick up.”

“Yep! Which means Papa and I-,” Sky yawned, "can get to our movie night.”

“I’m not so sure,” Edgeworth said, “This level of misbehavior warrants a punishment I believe. I think a fair punishment would be no movie night and instead EVERYONE has to pick up.”

Sky looked her father dead in the eye and said, “Overruled. You have insufficient evidence that we planned it. In fact you have no evidence regarding who planned it.” She put her hands on her hips. “All that’s been admitted is that we drew sticks to see who cleans up. Therefore a just verdict cannot be obtained.”

“Oh really?” Edgeworth challenged. People had started leaving the guns in a pile and leaving. A few people, the ones who had drawn the short sticks, stayed to cleanup. “Do tell me, who’s nerf guns are these? I know for a fact we only own a few.”

Sky smiled up at him, “I plead the fifth.”

[absolutebearings]

this month in i cant believe how fucking bad this thing i used to enjoy got so i salt about it in my enrichment enclosure for catharsis

as far as hild is aware all ivar did was protect his leader from being fucking murdered, and yet she still wants to kill him, because he's an Enemy Of Peace. we can guess why yukimura isn't making her try to murder the actual perpetrator, even though he changed shit around so a native american was the one initiating conflict -- because showing a white invader murdering a native american looks pretty bad, and he's done so much work to make sure the colonizers are presented in the best possible light, this would flush all that down the toilet. EVEN THOUGH THATS LITERALLY WHAT HAPPENS IN THE SOURCE HES MANGLING. a norseman murders a native american and there's no possible way to justify it as defense, they weren't defending against a random attack but lashing out at a defenseless innocent because their presence in a land that didn't want them was making them paranoid. but we gotta stack things in the colonizers favor so thorfinn speaking Wisely about compromise seems reasonable and not horrifying in context.

this fucking sucks in so many ways -- why is it hild, the person who chased thorfinn across the world for years to make sure he never murdered again, who is the one to instantly jump into solving this with murder despite the fact that there IS NO WAR RIGHT NOW. if vs is trying to make some point about the corrosive nature of violence hild is a poor choice considering she just had her big moment of forgiving the psycho who slaughtered her family a few chapters ago and none of this has been seeded in her personality at all. being open to negotiation in her opening scene is proof she didn't really have the will to murder, and after being 'talked down' she made it a very specific point not to kill the person who wronged her unless he proved through ACTION that he couldn't be trusted to leave innocent people alone -- but she's going to now murder someone for 1. defending thorfinn even tho she doesn't think thorfinn needed it 2. being sus. THATS IT!!! he didn't even kill the guy who attacked thorfinn, just cut off his hand

FOLD A BIT WHERE??? all they have been doing since you assholes showed up is accommodate you!!! what ground do they even have left to give you fucking plague of a human?? standing in land you mutilated talking about how the people you elbowed aside to fuck with it are going to have to give you even more????? fUCK this guy, and fuck every single descendant of colonizers making excuses for this abysmal fucking story. all pacifism really does in this shitass manga is make our selfish shithead protag feel better about his many atrocities and remove the capacity for people to deny him things that he wants by infusing that desire with moral authority. it serves no other function.

lmao einar stops being a satellite mouthpiece for 2 seconds and thats enough to record scratch so we can really marinate in how Disappointed thorfinn is to be questioned about his wise pronouncements >:[ i thought u were better than this einar. thinking about hypotheticals is Ebil.

'force'. 'have to'. that this repulsive asshole thinks he has any ground to FORCE these people into a compromise that allows him to consolidate his gains is indication there is a void where his sense of morality should be. it doesn't matter how hard the author puts his thumb on the scales trying to make him look like a paragon, how many wise speeches he stuffs in thorfinn's mouth about how violents is bad, he cant hide the reeking entitlement inherent to colonization.

i cant even console myself that the native americans are going to drive these greedy assholes out and tell stories for hundreds of years about how strangers from the sea are not to be trusted like what happened in real life, because the author has been complaining on twitter about how he doesn't want to end things on a 'depressing note' as he's afraid his fans will be mad at him for finally showing real unflattering history. he wants to change everything into a happily ever after ending, is it because after years of plying them with the good colonist fantasy he doesn't think any of them are equipped to deal with the truth? one wonders. i mean why else would he think they would be mad at him? and i know i've been complaining about since it started -- that this kind of writing isn't harmless. i want to him to course correct but he doesn't even seem to notice the problem in what he's writing, and i'm not convinced he'd care if anyone made him aware of how offensive this is. i'm being obnoxious and i can't stop myself, its just -- history matters, THIS history matters, what really happened is important to understand, and it could have been a good story too

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

And you thought, in amongst this diving, that we had forgotten something

(That "we," of course, being Huckleberry Hound and yours truly.)

As if the dive experience off Peter Potamus' private little dive cabin off the Florida Keys wasn't getting to be rather fascinating, especially when you have the Hair Bear Bunch along as special dive guests, we also had the business of a Character Convocation to work on.

Peter, admittedly, didn't exactly mind such business on our part, what with such naturally being a way for such characters as ours to do a serious reconnect with as much ourselves as the fan base ... which, in the case of Ocean City Springfest, would include time along the Ocean City Boardwalk and some of the shops in that stretch. The old "meet-and-greet" schtick, you know.

Neither did the Hair Bear crew, who, one evening over supper of seared sea bass, asked what exactly was coming up, especially ahead of their annual summer forays among female bears "up in the woods" more than anything.

"Another Character Convocation," explained Huck.

"Which had me surprised there for a moment," Square Bear dopily answered.

"Another of those opportunities," saith I, "for rebonding with as much the fan base as us fellow characters."

Whereupon Huck's mobile phone rang with an incoming call from Yogi Bear, Boo-Boo and Cindy from out Jellystone Park way noting interest in attending out Ocean City way ... as well as Yogi sharing a few words with Hair Bear, as thus:

YOGI BEAR: Hey hey hey ... how goes my unlikeliest of cousins, as in Hair Bear?

HAIR BEAR: Rather surprised to hear from you, Yogi, after quite awhile ... Still playing around the picnic areas, still giving Ranger Smith the slip?

YOGI BEAR: How else could I manage to keep as funtastic as I am?

BOO-BOO: I do have to acknowledge, Hair Bear, that my buddy Yogi can be a little crazy at times, perhaps unaware as to just how he could be driven to human food more than natural ursine cuisine of nuts, berries and fish.

HAIR BEAR: As for ourselves, our time back at the Wonderland Zoo, before that closed--believe you me, just how many times did we give those zookeepers a hard time, bordering on heart attacks at times, giving the pizza delivery boys a lot of business at our otherwise-unnatural-looking den in the bear enclosure! And I do admit, since the zoo closed all so suddenly, driving our trio to vagabond status, we can't help but be rather crazy foodies ourselves!

YOGI BEAR: Bears of a common bond, as it were....

Too, during the greater conversation, it was noted that many of us would also have a semi-Convocational date at the Stroudsburg Railroad after Springfest, followed by some time in Breezewood, Pennsylvania, of all the unlikely places, and then--Peter Potamus, over key lime pie and coffee, let slip something:

"This summer ... there's a surprise coming for you two."

(Pause)

"You'll know what it is soon enough."

*************

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[servin-up-surveys]

survey #245

What do you hope you grow out of? Being so reliant on my mom, for one. Once she passes away, that dependence could ruin my life. I WISH I could stop being so afraid of driving, but I very much don't think that will happen. I think it's better for everyone I don't drive.

What is the healthiest and unhealthiest thing you do on a regular basis? Regular basis... uh... I can't even answer that for "healthiest," because I have a very hard time DOING healthy things regularly. Unhealthiest, probably drinking soda. I have one generally two or three times a week.

When looking for a SO, what three things are most important (besides looks)? Understanding, patience, kindness.

How much do you judge a person by their appearance? This is something I deeply try to avoid. Especially as someone who struggles with self-care, who the hell am *I* to judge someone for how they look?

What movie made you cry the most? There's honestly no telling, I cry so easily.

What’s the TLDR description of your last relationship? Two very broken people breaking each other further while trying to hold the other up.

Are you a fan of musicals? If you are, what ones have you seen live and which ones would you like to see? I'm not.

Are you someone who needs to have time alone? I need a lot of alone time.

What’s your favourite type of fast food? Is it something you eat a lot or do you try and limit it? Burgers and fries. We don't eat out a lot.

If you want (or don’t want) kids, is this something you’ve always known or have you changed your mind as you’ve grown up? I've changed my mind a lot.

What’s your opinion on places like SeaWorld? Do you think keeping whales and dolphins in such small enclosures is cruel or a necessary evil? SeaWorld is profoundly evil. You cannot keep animals like whales and dolphins in captivity, and I think that's been proven time and time again. Animals literally kill themselves.

Have your parents traveled to any countries that you have not been to? No.

What’s your favorite type of gemstone? Probably opals of various kinds. I like rubies, too.

Do you prefer sleeping in total darkness, or do you like to have a little bit of light? I like a faint amount of light. It's why I have my moon lamp on.

Would you rather take a class in fencing or archery? Archery.

Has a significant other ever given you the silent treatment during a fight? I think Sara has.

What is something you took for granted when you were younger? Childish energy.

How many bathrooms does your house have? Two.

What are your favorite condiments to put on a burger? Ketchup and mustard. I'm fine with a light amount of mayo, too. Not a whole bunch, though.

Would you have sex with the last person you sent a message to? Yes.

Do you break things when you are mad? No, these people REALLY scare me.

How many different people of the opposite sex have you cried over? Three, but only two were romantic involvements.

Is the person you last texted single? My mom is single.

Have you ever gotten into an accident with your parents’ car? No, but I haven't driven in years and honestly didn't drive that long.

Name a band/artist you like that isn’t that popular. Ngl, I have NO idea who is and isn't popular.

Can you lift your significant other (your best friend if you’re single)? No. He's a normal weight for his height, but I still couldn't do it because I am VERY weak.

What was the worst job you’ve ever had? I think I struggled most when I was in the deli for literally less than two hours. I was VERY much dumped in, and the other ladies that worked there clearly were under the impression I came in knowing what I was doing, when I knew NOTHING. One wasn't very friendly, but at least she softened up when she realized I was struggling. Another wasn't very patient with me. I was not suit for that job at all. I wasn't suited for any job I've ever tried.

Pick one: laundry, dishes, or vacuuming? Vacuuming.

Have you ever moved and had to change schools growing up? No.

Name the most meaningful thing a non-relative has done for you. Let me live with her while we were technically homeless. Colleen was... not a good person, she *really* wasn't, but she was capable of doing kind things. I won't forget that she did this, even if we haven't spoken in years.

You’re going to be a mom/dad; what do you think/do? Abort immediately.

Would you rather have a huge cat or a tiny dog? Huge cat.

Name one difficult lesson you’ve learned. People can say all kinds of things about being there for you and stuff and then basically hate you come tomorrow. People's opinions change fast.

Name one thing you look forward to as you get older. "So many people say that you eventually stop caring so much about what other people think, so I'm really looking forward to that possibility. I'm such a prisoner of other peoples' opinions." <<<< THIS RIGHT HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Do you use your hands when you talk to emphasize what you are saying? Yes, I'm a hand-talker.

You own a huge business; what is it? There ain't no way in hell I'm owning a huge business.

Should adopted kids be allowed to find their birth parents if they want to? Only if the birth parent is fine with it. What if the child was adopted out because of rape? What if the parent doesn't want that reminder? I think that's entirely fair.

Name somebody you think died before their time. Steve Irwin, no doubt.

Will you usually admit it when you’ve made a mistake? Usually.

Do you enjoy cooking? Nope.

Do you wish you could go back and change anything about your childhood? I wish I lived in a safer place. I wish my dad wasn't an alcoholic. I wish my parents got along better.

Have you ever been overseas? No.

Who’s your favorite rapper? I guess Eminem, he's the only one with multiple songs I know and like.

Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex? Yes.

Have you ever been caught sneaking out? I've never even tried sneaking out.

Do you have any gift cards in your wallet? No.

What fictional character/s remind you of yourself? Clearsight from Wings of Fire is the one that always comes to mind first. Her extreme overthinking, while trying to be a good person.

What was your college major? If applicable. It changed A LOT... Game design, art, animal biology, photography... maybe even another.

What are you a geek about? Meerkats, tarantulas, Rammstein, Silent Hill.

Are you happy with your weight? Hell no, I think I make that abundantly clear.

How many cats do you have? Just one. Oftentimes I want one more, but I should hold back on that; if Girt and I ever do move in together, he also has a cat, and I think two cats is enough.

How many dogs do you have? One.

How many other pets do you have? One snake! A champagne ball python morph.

How old were you when you got your driver’s license? I'm 28 and still don't have it.

How many of your grandparents are still alive? Zero.

How many apartments have you lived in? Between zero and two, depending on what you count. I've technically "lived" in two, but I wasn't an official resident there.

Who is the best doctor you’ve ever had? My old psychiatrist that I lost because of change in insurance. I was fucking devastated, it played a major role in ending me in the psych hospital again because I was so scared of being without him. I miss him deeply.

Do you have a lot of people blocked on Facebook? I wouldn't say "a lot," but a decent amount. There are people I've blocked because *I* have a bad relationship with them, people my mom has asked me to block so they can't check in on us as a family, and even stupid AI "art" accounts since those are big now. I don't want to see any of your computer-vomit shit.

Are you afraid of spiders? No, I actually love spiders. Don't get me wrong, they can spook me if they just pop up when I'm not expecting it, but in general, I really like spiders.

Are you afraid of snakes? I like snakes even more than most spiders, I have no fear of snakes. I literally have one in my bedroom lmao.

Does everyone in your family know your sexual orientation? No. I'm open about it, but I'm sure not everyone knows.

What is one thing you find offensive? Misuse of the word "retarded"/using it as an insult. You fucking disgust me.

Do you often post about politics on social media? Ha, yes. I don't post my own stuff, just share things I agree with. Politics matter. Young me would never believe I'm saying that.

Would you ever want to go back to school? I already sometimes want to, but it's not realistic. I've dropped out of college three times already.

What do you have handy at your bedside? Whatever book I'm currently reading, the remote to my color-changing moon lamp, and at bedtime, my glasses and phone, but only if I'm charging it. If it doesn't need charging, I just slip it under Girt's pillow. Easier to reach.

Have you ever broken into a public place, like a high school, after it was late and secluded? No.

Would you be interested in going scuba-diving? Sure.

Have you ever been in a cave? No. :(

Do you actually know anyone named ‘Bill’ or ‘Bob’? I have an uncle Bill.

Who were you last in a hot tub with? Jason, Jacob, and Amanda.

Can you knit? Nope.

Can you do the splits? Sure can't, never could, even when I was fit and doing dance.

Would you be satisfied growing up to be like your parents? I love my parents, but no.

How many pictures do you take of yourself in a week? Dude I don't even photograph myself once a month.

Have you ever found a member of the same sex attractive? Well yes, that's kinda part of my sexuality.

Do you count calories? I don't.

Does your sibling have a significant other? All my siblings are either married or engaged now.

Have you ever cried at a real wedding? Yes, but only because it was really triggering trauma. This was in the wake of my break-up.

What do your flip flops look like? They're black Rainbows.

Are there any gadgets of yours that need charging right now? My iPod, it's been dead for like over a month. Mom's old car used to be able to charge it, but now I have to use my computer and I can't be bothered. I've been using my phone for music lately.

Have you ever been called a skank/slut because of the way you dress? No.

Are you a fan of acrylic nails? They can look fine on people, but I'd be driven insane.

[govindhtech]

Cooler Master Masterbox TD500 ATX Mid Tower Case Review

Cooler Master Masterbox TD500 ATX

Review of the Cooler Master TD500 Max ATX case Very cleverly done, but not fully considered

We have previously tested a Cooler Master “Max” case here at the beginning of the year, but that was for small systems with an ITX mainboard. The same partially-prepared method is used in a different case that follows today, but it concerns ATX. Although this isn’t really my style, their case specialist Alexander needs time off, and I’m hoping that passing the NCORE 100 Max exam will allow me to fill in for him. So let’s examine what Cooler Master is entering in this race together.

Delivery area and packaging The two handles on the left and right help to make the large box easy to carry even though it weighs a good 14 kg, which also pleases the letter carrier. In the unlikely event that a transport company employee has a bad day and throws package into the delivery van from the sorting centre, the sturdy foam blocks should shield it from any harm.

The slightly tinted side window made of toughened glass looks much better in one piece than in shards, so hopefully the delivery person won’t take this as a challenge.

The components that come pre-installed in the Cooler Master Max series are its unique selling point. More precisely, an AIO water cooling system with a suitably sized power supply unit and an extra-thick radiator, both from the business’s own line of goods.

As a result, a few more accessories are included than one would typically find with an enclosure. There are short sleeves, a power cable, and several tiny parts for installing the water cooling in addition to rails for 3.5′′ hard drives. However, the power supply unit’s cables and screws for the case itself are still missing.

Cooler Master Masterbox TD500 mesh v2 ATX Mid Tower case Let’s examine the case itself first, then respond to the previous page’s question. It is clearly not an entirely new design, as it is based on the Masterbox TD500 that is currently in use.We would say that it is the Mesh V2 variant based on the pattern of the glass’s notches. The model name is prominently displayed on the upper right to prevent any unintentional confusion.We would have preferred a rim that was entirely black, so we think it would have been better to leave this out. However, we think the colour is much better.

Masterbox TD500 ATX

The right side isn’t very visible, but this is where we can best showcase the paintwork, which is a little challenging to photograph.And even though the thematic shift is now quite distant, when we first opened it, we thought of the 2019 VW Golf VIII’s light grey color just with a nice, matte finish instead of a glossy one.

When the side panel is removed, the TD500 Max’s additional unique feature is exposed. The housing has built-in plugs in addition to the power supply unit already being installed. They’re even fairly tidy and have already been connected to the power supply unit at the back.The internal hub is already linked to the fans and RGB lighting. This can be powered by a button on the front or directly connected to the motherboard.

Additionally, there are two USB 3.2 Gen 1 Type-A ports, one USB 3.2 Gen 2×2 Type-C port, and an AUX port that can be used for both headphones and a microphone. It also comes with a power button shaped like the Cooler Master logo, of course.

Cooler Master Masterbox TD500 ATX System architecture The system should be put together as soon as possible because the power supply and cooling are already installed. But when the screw came out while we was taking the side panel off, It was a little surprised.This one is loose, in contrast to the two knurled screws on the opposite side.Now that we know where the missing screws are right on the housing, behind a little flap right in front of the power supply unit we can finally put an end to the mystery surrounding them.We started by inserting the necessary sleeved cables into the case wall connectors.

Then, the mainboard can come right after, which is subsequently connected to the power connections as well. Naturally, they also remember to include the cables for the front connections as well as the connections to the RGB fan hub. The entire water cooling system is fitted with a factory-applied template, which should simplify the process of figuring out the proper placement and amount of thermal paste.

The processor can then be connected to the pump block. You can also add the two plastic hose clips if you like the way it looks.The graphics card has been installed and connected, last but not least.Everything is completed swiftly and painlessly overall.Nearly every component, with the exception of a few cables for the front I/O, is constructed in the “main chamber.” Additionally, the side panel needs to be changed before they can discuss the stress test results.

Stress assessments Chose to compare directly against “optimal conditions,” that is, without any housing at all. By the way, you can brush up on your memory if the layout of this entire water cooling system looks oddly familiar.With the ostensibly superior Mobius fans, they have the pump design of the Atmos series. These were last seen on the AIOs in the PL-Flux series. While the version here, which is not yet available separately, has a 38 mm radiator, the other version has a thinner 27 mm radiator.

The Ryzen 9 3950X processor was tested with a 150 watt power target, the pump operating at 100% PWM, and the case and radiator fans operating at 50% speed. Additionally, the RTX 4070 graphics card’s fans were turned down to 50%.

Synopsis and conclusion You essentially don’t have to sacrifice anything with the case in terms of cooling the CPU, as the graphs have already demonstrated quite effectively. Nearly unhindered cool air flow to the radiator is allowed by the front grille. After passing through it, though, it is blasted straight into the graphics card. In my tests, this raises the GPU’s core temperature by an average of 10°C, as predicted.

This is especially clear from the GPU graph of the Prime95 test run, where there is no graphics card activity at all. This could be fixed by mounting it in the lid, but since the VRM voltage converters are 55 mm away, this might be a little close. Furthermore, the screws that come with the fans have a very big head that would hit the dust filter on top.

However, that’s only the start of my grievances. We can live with minor details like the outdated 3-pin PWM splitter cable that came with this AIO and the missing plastic card that was supposed to be used to spread the thermal paste.We should probably say “overlook” rather than “overlook,” since Cooler Master is probably not targeting people without a graphics card with Nvidia 12VHPWR or one 8-pin power supply. SATA/Molex and PCIe cables each have an unused connection on the power supply unit. Furthermore excluded from the delivery’s scope are the cables. The case did not even have a second graphics card connection.

This indicates that the compatibility list does not include most of the better graphics cards from the current AMD lineup and the RTX 3000 series. How this could have been missed during product development is beyond me. So perhaps it’s deliberate.

However, why is an already tiny target group being needlessly narrowed down even more. Although the AIO water cooling system’s 5-year warranty is praiseworthy, other manufacturers within this price range also provide a 5-year warranty for the power supply unit, and the case’s 2-year warranty is essentially meaningless. Most likely, it won’t collapse. Conclusion

After asking, We was told that the retail version should come with the missing 6+2 pin PCIe cable. In the event that this is not the case, the missing cable will be supplied without charge provided that proof of purchase is shown. Nevertheless, there isn’t a spare connector integrated into the inner wall. The idea behind this case is further undermined by the fact that the cable could only be run from the power supply unit to the graphics card when necessary.

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[robert-sims]

CORSAIR OBSIDIAN SERIES 1000D: UNLEASHING THE ULTIMATE PC GAMING BEAST

When it comes to building the ultimate gaming rig, enthusiasts are constantly on the lookout for the latest and most innovative hardware. And in this pursuit of perfection, Corsair has consistently delivered top-notch products that cater to even the most demanding of gamers. The Corsair Obsidian Series 1000D is a behemoth of a PC case that promises to take your gaming experience to a whole new level. In this article, we will dive into the features and capabilities of this incredible chassis and discover why it is revered among PC enthusiasts worldwide.

Outline:

I. Introduction II. Overview of Corsair Obsidian Series 1000D III. Aesthetics and Design IV. Spacious Interior for Ultimate Customization V. Superior Cooling Potential VI. Easy Installation and Cable Management VII. Expandability and Versatility VIII. Performance Optimization with iCUE Integration IX. Conclusion

Content:

The Corsair Obsidian Series 1000D is not your ordinary PC case; it is a colossal tower designed to accommodate high-performance components, custom cooling systems, and much more all under a single roof – well, almost! This mammoth of an enclosure measures over two feet tall (27 inches) and has been crafted specifically for hardcore gamers who demand uncompromising power combined with exceptional aesthetics.

Aesthetics and Design: Right from its first glance, the Corsair Obsidian Series 1000D showcases an impeccable design that exudes premium quality through every curve and angle. Built with durable aluminum panels on both sides, this full-tower case presents a sleek look while remaining sturdy enough to withstand any transportations or modifications you might undertake.

Spacious Interior for Ultimate Customization: One highlight feature of the 1000D is its spacious interior which offers an almost excessive amount of room to house all your gaming components. Boasting enough space to accommodate two complete systems simultaneously, this case is ideal for gamers who want to showcase their creativity with custom liquid cooling loops, RGB lighting setups, and multiple GPUs.

Superior Cooling Potential: Gaming enthusiasts understand the importance of proper cooling to ensure optimal performance while minimizing the risk of hardware overheating. The Corsair Obsidian Series 1000D takes this aspect very seriously by providing ample room for up to eighteen fans or four separate radiator mounting points. From liquid-cooling loops with large radiators to strategically placed fans, this chassis will keep your PC parts cool even during intense gaming sessions.

Easy Installation and Cable Management: Corsair has always emphasized user-friendliness in their products, and the 1000D is no exception. With its tool-free tempered glass panels, easily accessible dust filters, and cable routing channels, building a dream PC becomes a hassle-free experience. Furthermore, the included PSU cover ensures that cable management remains neat and tidy while improving overall airflow within the case.

Expandability and Versatility: In addition to accommodating two whole systems under one roof, the Corsair Obsidian Series 1000D also allows you to add more components as your needs evolve over time. This includes enough drive bays to hold up to five 3.5-inch hard drives and six 2.5-inch SSDs without compromising on other configurations such as additional GPU slots or liquid-cooling reservoirs.

Performance Optimization with iCUE Integration: Corsair’s iCUE software is renowned for its ability to synchronize RGB lighting across multiple devices seamlessly. The 1000D fully supports iCUE integration right out of the box, allowing users to customize lighting effects according to their preferences. Not only does it add a touch of personalization but also helps optimize thermals through intelligent control of fan speeds and performance monitoring.

Conclusion: The Corsair Obsidian Series 1000D represents a pinnacle in PC case engineering, providing gamers and PC enthusiasts with an unrivaled platform to build their dream machines. With its exceptional design, spacious interior, superior cooling capabilities, easy installation features, expandability options, and iCUE integration for performance optimization, the 1000D pushes the boundaries of what is possible in a gaming PC chassis.

[devilishdemise]

DevilishDemise - March 11th, 2013

Darius: -Another restless night. My hard muscular body twists in the rumpled bed sheets, large fists pounding into the lumpy pillows tucked beneath my head. 

I’d been attempting to settle comfortably enough to finally ease into some semblance of slumber for hours now. Most nights I was kept up with the memories of @fieryinnocence haunting me. 

Her presence here in this dimension seemed like an illusion. I can’t be certain if she was real with the way she vanished without a trace and it was driving me to near madness. 

One moment she was here, her honeysuckle scent filling the halls and expansive library, awakening this long dormant castle and bringing this cursed beast of a man alive again; And the next her absence reminded me of the stark reality of my existence. 

The truth of how the life and path of a beast was usually a solitary journey. A rush of air slips past my firm lips, my hard heels sliding across the black silk sheets, long limbs spreading out at my sides in frustration. 

I had searched the castle grounds frantically for @fieryinnocence with no success. The only things that kept me from tumbling over that sharp edge of sanity were the little signs that proved the golden beauty was not a mere figment of my mind. 

I gruff out sleepily giving up the nightly fight right as the gloomy bed chamber brightens from the first streaks of dawn. I step chillingly free from the mused bed, my pale hard bare feet flattening against the cool marble as I gritted a tired groan free from my dry lips. 

I slowly make my way to the bathing chamber, my next step halted when I sense something prickling just under the ball of my foot. I step back, voice cracked and hoarse when my dark drowsy eyes spotting #Darwin creeping across the floor.- 

How the hell did you get out, Darwin? 

–I gave a shake of my head, strands of my shaggy overgrown hair shifting forward as I crouched down to scoop the hissing chameleon up into my large palm. 

His tail instinctively curls around my pinky, my body stands to full height before returning him to his living dome. He was one of the signs that I knew @fieryinnocence was real. He was an unexpected gift after I discovered him in the garden. A distorted chuckle of amusement frees from deep in my throat and I knew the Beast enjoyed the tiny creature’s displays. 

I turn away after locking him up and continue on to the bath chamber. My thick, rough fingers scratch lazily over my taunt lower stomach just over that light trail of dark hair leading low before my thumbs hook into the waistband of my sleep pants to drop at my ankles. 

I reach into the shower to start the taps flowing, the steam rising around the enclosure to fill the room. I stepped inside the water rushing over hard lines as I rested my head against the marble tiles in utter weariness. Fuck I had missed you. 

I wished there was a way to get to you, my magick still somehow being bound to this plain. I tighten my hand into a fist, to whisper just that out harshly, water slicking down the edge of my scruffy features.- 

I miss you. 

–I sighed out feeling hopeless, the curve of my vertebrae shivering when a prickle of magick brisk over my slick skin. My vision goes hazy, almost milky and I crumble down as the hot water pelts over me. 

Next I feel as if I’m floating, my body slowly fading away until eyelids slam tight at a bright white illumination. I crack them open slowly and I’m surrounded by a bright white vastness. 

I straighten up quickly to my feet, and stagger forward only to be met with a clear barrier flickering with images of @fieryinnocence lying in bed, a small ball of fur nestled beside her fanned out fair locks decorating her floral pillow. 

I let out a shuddering sigh of relief at seeing @fieryinnocence is fine and I’m bewitched by her exquisiteness again. She was so much more than a physical beauty; her inner loveliness emanated from deep within, and had attracted me from first meet. 

I see her delicate fingers stroke over the crook of her neck absently caressing my mark and a tremble rushes through me, my heart pounds once hard against my rib cage. 

Her voice sounds in my mind as if she is close and I reach forward to reassure her only to have the walls of images turn liquid and ripple out in waves to distort the picture. 

A snarl turns up my harsh lips, metallic scales starting to shift across my hairy forearms as the Beast stirs. 

I scan the image quickly for clues and recognize the room @fieryinnocence is resting in. It was her home in Georgia. I call out quietly in a distorted whisper- 

I’ll find my way to you soon, my darling. 

–I see her lids flicker wildly, a small grimace turning her resting features and I hope silently that she was able to hear me through our link as I heard her. I turn away with one last look, my tall form slowly dissipating in a fade to materialize back in the shower stall. 

I thrust off the wet shower floor to my full height and forcefully shut off the taps before I yank a fresh towel off the rack, the cotton fibers roughly soaking up the moisture dripping down the length of my tense body. I dress in haste, another familiar figure now filling the back of my mind. I discard the damp towel, my bare body striding out the steamy room and over to the bureau to pull free clean attire for the day. 

After strapping up my heavy soled boots I stride out with purpose making my way down to the East wing, the wing I ordered long ago sealed up to the staff and my nostrils flare catching the faint scent of spices. 

My dark brows furrow, and with a wave of my hand the air shifts to unlock the lock easily before the door swings open. I pass through my first resting my eyes taking in the dust settled around the tops of furniture, everything looking untouched. 

I had shared this room with #Angel nearly a year ago. My reason for being here after so long was to search out the enchanted traveling trinket I had gifted her. 

#Angel had left the pendant before she vacated this realm for good, and I had in mind to use it to cross back to the mortal realm. 

My thoughts are cut short when the lid of the jewelry box lifts, the red velvet inlay revealing the pendant gone. Remembering the spices I rushed out of the dank chamber, my steps heavy as I made my way down to the kitchen. 

I’ve startled her, the crashing dish shattering hard against the floor is evident of that. #Clara had been skittish for weeks now, my senses picking up on the subtle changes in her demeanor around me.- 

You can’t keep me here, Clara. 

–She backs up slowly, her pulse picking up and my vision starts to bleed black to narrow the split of her shirt that revealed on the chain running around her neck.- 

“Sire. I- I would never.”

–She stumbles on her words, voice shaky as I reach my nails elongated as a curved black coarse claw lifts the gold link from under her pristine shirt. #Clara flinches back as I tug it sharply to break the chain off her collar.- 

“Forgive me, I meant no harm, Sire. I swear it.” –Her hand rose to rub along the burn that was sure to have come from me lashing it away. I shake my head, my magick starting to stir more now that the enchanted piece is in my hold, and peg #Clara with a hard look as I grit out harshly.- 

Never disobey me again, Clara. 

–I swallow thickly, my Adams apple bobbing as my lids slam in an attempt to regain control before I shift completely.- 

Clean out the east wing and air out the old chamber before I return. We’ll speak more once I revisit Caspius.

-She straightens her blouse, bowing her head nervously.- 

“Yes, of course.”

–I turn away with a gruff dismissal before looking down at the beast and maiden artesian piece, my mind focusing on my beauty right as my magick rushes around me in a whirl. My hands dissolve like grains on the wind, carrying me away from the dark realm and into the mortal world-

[anantradingpvtltd]

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[caveate]

The DVD archiving project has necessitated a dramatic change to my computer. The old 6TB drive is full so I had to add a new drive. Found a Really Good drive on sale, bought two (one internal, one external offline backup) and finally installed the internal drive tonight. Adventures Commenced. ~Pulled out desktop from its hiding hole. Not as much dust as expected, good!

~Erm. Spiderwebs. Oh dear, I hope the spider is long gone. (Spoiler: Spider was long gone or else died somewhere inside the power supply where I can't see a body)

~Canned air make fans go FHWEEEEEEE! :D

~Dog has left room in disgust over the noise

~Canned air empty! TRAGEDY. Dog who doesn't appreciate canned air noises wanders back in to supervise.

~I am out of breath from blowing the dust out using only my lungs and a small straw to focus the air to specific locations

~If I flap my skirt vigorously it creates wind to help clear the blown dust away!

~Dog is full of disdainful looks as I stand here flapping away

~Wait! As long as I'm in here I should really install the DVD drive I planned on using 5 years ago that's still sitting around

~Huh. The DVD slot is vertical on this case. The DVD player is designed for horizontal. This may involve Workarounds.

~Install DVD drive anyways

~Realize I'm using 8+ year old SATA cables on my SSD drives. But I have shiny new SATA3 cables that are just long enough to work! Cable replacement time!

~One cable left for the new 3.5 inch drive. Perfect.

~No 3.5 hard drive slots left in the case. Not perfect.

~Yank the 1TB ancient drive that I don't have much on. Figure I'll just put it in an USB enclosure, copy the last stuff onto the new drive, then get rid of it.

~Why won't this drive come out

~Why are there no power or SATA cables going to this drive

~I am Confused

~Ah! Grabbing the drive from the back with one hand while squeezing the weird tension clips at the front with the other has released the drive!

~Oh! Right! This case has built-in SATA and power connectors that the drive just slides onto! Wait, why did I need to buy new SATA cables to hook up my drive with then?

~Okay, new drive in

~More blowing of dust and skirt flapping

~Final case cleanup, shoving cables out of the way and putting it back together. The sides don't fit on correctly the first time thereby proving the universal law of computer hardware never fitting right the first time is still in effect.

~All cables plugged into the back of the computer in correct locations. The confusion and swearing due to 3 HDMI slots across 2 different video cards has been omitted so as not to offend readers.

~POWER!

~IT LIVES!

~Aw SHIT. What am I going to do about the DVD drive.

~Shove book under one side of the case to tilt it sideways just enough that the DVDs won't fall out of the drive

~Debate that the case could just be set on its side

~Ponders

~Would need a new shelf for the case, this one is only wide enough to the case to go vertically instead of horizontally

~Finds a taller book to shove under the case to tip it more

~It's fine. Sure. Yup. A fully professional job all around! Pats on the back and hot drink time!

:10 minutes later:

~Oh. I was using the drive I pulled for all my game installation files because my OS drive wasn't big enough. Crap.

~Wait, my pagefile.sys was on that drive too! CRAP.

~I can just copy everything onto the new drive that'll work

~The new drive needs a full format to sus out any bad sectors or other issues

~Start full format

:30 minutes later:

~New drive is at 2% formatted

~But my games! I want to play my games! Woe, I am forced to wait!

~Remembers the full format via USB3 took 22 hours last time

~-swearing omitted again-

~The waiting commences, interspersed with ever-increasing searches for non-game distractions

~Fin~

[sullustangin]

Soooo I rehomed a few old laptop hard drives (7+ years) into self-enclosure cases that essentially made them 300 gig portable HDs.  Sweet.  Then I found a piece of Sherlock Holmes fan fic that somehow was lost when I uploaded everything to the cloud just before said laptop drives died.

1.  My god, my thirst for Jeremy Brett is intense.

2.  ...It’s not totally awful

3.  The Holmes brothers’ dynamic as seen in the canon and in the Granada television series is so much more wonderful than BBC Sherlock permitted them to have.  I did manage to capture that.  No idea if the rest of the fic is worth anything else, but oh, Mycroft and Sherlock.

Here’s a clip from the Granada series to illustrate my affection.  Watson fangirling HARD on Mycroft is a lovely touch.

[firespirited]

Doll stuff! Did the baldies photo as a quickie reminder... and as always it was out of date by the next day with more added/removed. 😂 I know I swore no more hard heads but I really would love a Teal Star Darlings and all the Leonas on aliexpress are sold out.

I decided to see if I could do a reroot on the super fine vinyl fakie “flairies” with scraps and managed to not tear it but it’s so translucent you can see the blue “roots” through her forehead.hmm.

need to rework coral ghoulia a little so she looks less uneven, I do intend for her to have the parting at the coral/pink side but I think I need to extend the pink a little to look less haphazard.

The pleather jacket pictured shed all over a bag of bratz Girl’s nite out Sasha stock and it’s why I feel hesitant to sell my old bratz stock with pleather or metallics. Some holds up fine, others are ticking timebombs of glitter and flakes. MGA can do fantastic clothes, I’m a little uncomfortable selling full stock knowing a certain items got a shelf life of two years tops. On the other hand, it’s just sat in a drawer here so I’ll just price it according to the nice pieces with the pleather stuff basically thrown in for free.

I had Licca Sakura brunette out for a comparison so I thought to check them all for melt and sure enough, they all needed teflon tape except Orie who’s on a  Kurhn body.

Finally, I have no idea why but one of Bonita’s eyes has gone pink.It’s just a black and white dots overpaint sealed with acrylic gloss. (Yes I know that body mod is horrendous - eventually i’ll either replace it with milliput or get out the power tools to tidy, add a little and paint it).

I’ve re-assessed Sharpay and I’m not sure I can save her. I can move the parting to finish the reroot but that doesn’t change the holes in her face. Can’t save them all.

My hard drive has started clicking and it’s been at least five years so I went ahead and ordered a new one and a usb3 hard drive enclosure. Not ready to swap and reinstall windows and everything but i’d like something there for when it eventually fails. also finally managed to get a DVD of Fast Color for less than 25$ ($10) so yay! The Barbie looks are in stock but €36 and shipped from the UK with a delay of possibly two months which is super suspicious. The rainbow high closet is €104, the ski dolls almost 60€ not that I was interested but french rainbow high fans are probably spitting.

[leafs-lover]

Because Two People Got Drunk: 42

Chapter 42

Series Masterlist

Authors Note: Here is some photo’s to go along with this chapter to help you get a feel for some of the idea’s I was going for if you’re interested. 

Warning: Swearing, a little drinking, smut, angst, cold feet

Word Count: 9800

“Hey babe” you hear Fred call out looking for you.

“In here” you call out from the kitchen. You hear his shoes get kicked against the wall followed by heavy steps on the wood floor as you pour some steaming water into your mug. A pair of large arms wrap around your stomach. You feel his sweat drenched t-shirt and catch a wiff of the stench radiating off him.

“Couldn’t take a day off eh” you laugh pulling away mixing your tea.

“Well I’m about to have almost two weeks off so I figured I should get something in now” he grabs a glass and pours himself some water while you lean back against the counter. You see his damp shirt clinging to his stomach and your eyes gently rake over his body. Glass hitting the counter echoes as you lose yourself watching while he grasps the hem of the shirt.

He slowly drags the fabric up his stomach exposing his chest before discarding it on the floor. A ball catches in your throat when Fred clears his throat; your eyes instantly snap up to his face. A few beads of sweats roll over his flushed skin, his red curls clinging to his forehead.

“You can have this babe” he smirks taking a few steps closer placing a hand on either side of you, his weight leaning against the counter.

You decided that once you arrived in Denmark you would wait to have sex until after the wedding, a decision Fred wasn’t particularly fond of. It’s only seven days from your arrival to the wedding which you didn’t think would be that long. Fred has road trips longer than that and you thought you would be super busy with the wedding and the kids.

But since arriving in Denmark all you have had is people offering to take your kids from you, people wanting to spend time with them during their visit. That kid free time has led to many lingering glances, playful winks and the occasional pinches of your ass when Fred thinks nobody is looking. Even with sorting out the finishing details you still have had a lot of free time the last couple days.

Only thing you didn’t consider was Fred was going to do anything to convince you otherwise. He always gets you to a point of wanting more. He may not agree with waiting but he respects your wishes. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t try to sway you. He is always coming up beside you trailing his fingers across your warm skin, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. Doing anything and everything he can think of to make you weak in the knees.

His mouth is centimetres from your neck, lips ghosting over the skin. His mustache tickles you pulling some goosebumps to the surface. “All you have to do is ask” he whispers before gently sucking on your neck.

Your hands find his hips as he leans in teeth softly biting your flesh. “Fred” you groan pushing him away slightly “you can’t leave a mark.”

The edges of his lips curl upwards while he softly sucks on your skin again. “That’s why you want me to stop” he mumbles pulling your shirt down sucking on your collarbone. “Because you’ll have to hide a hickey on your wedding day” he hums. “Thought it would be because you don’t want sex until the wedding.”

Before you can respond he steps back and grips the waist of his shorts. He quickly pulls them along with his boxers off leaving him completely exposed. It takes so much willpower to not drop your gaze, willpower you don’t have and your eyes trail down his chest. They land on his member, hard and thick, the tip oozing with precum.

He presses his lips briefly to your cheek drawing your gaze before shooting you a playful wink and walking away toward the bathroom. Taking a few minutes to gather yourself you finally gather his clothes left littered around the kitchen and take them to the bedroom, placing them in the hamper. Sitting on the bed you notice Fred is taking longer than normal and you slowly open the door a crack. His back is to you, leaning against the tile wall while his other hand is wrapped around his cock as he strokes himself.

A low groan falls from you, the sound muffled by the stream of water. Watching his shoulder and bicep flex, large hand stroking over his hard member has your knees almost giving out. You immediately look away because if not you will pull your shirt over your head and join him in the glass enclosure.

Instead you walk out of the bathroom and change out of your sweats into a pair of denim shorts and a loose off the shoulder t-shirt. Climbing on the bed you rest with your back against the headboard, ankles crossed scrolling through your phone. You try to occupy yourself, distract your mind. Forget about the fact that your fiancé, your incredibly sculpted gorgeous fiancé, is in the bathroom with his large hand wrapped around his cock.

The hand that wraps around your throat; the hand that massages your breasts and pinches your nipples, the hand that can bring you to multiple orgasms in a matter of minutes is instead doing that himself. You are tempted to pop your short button and slide a finger inside your slick heat; but you know that you it won’t be as good as Fred.

You also know you don’t have the time. Fred has been in the shower longer than normal, but you know he will be out soon. If he walks out and see’s you knuckles deep thrusting your fingers in and out of your throbbing pussy he won’t let you hear the end of it. You also know you could step into that shower and that hand that is currently bringing Fred to his climax will be on you instantly.

He would pin you against the tile wall within seconds. Mouth in your ear mumbling how it was a stupid idea to wait, how you wasted the last five days. Every deep thrust into your pussy accompanied by him mumbling how he was right.

You are so lost in your thoughts you don’t notice your screen has timed out and is now black, or that the shower has turned off. It’s not until the door creaks open that you are pulled from your trance. A towel hangs low on his hips, droplets of water across his chest. He runs his hands through his red lock, messily pulling them aside while he smirks seeing your legs rub together in search of some friction.

“See something you like?” he grins dropping the towel.

Mumbling a light fuck you shake your head watching as he pulls a pair of boxers up his thighs. Slowly he approaches the bed and grabs your feet pulling you from the headboard before he climbs over you. Hands resting beside your shoulders you giggle and pull his face closer to yours so you can smell his body wash and shampoo.

“Where are the kids?” his brown eyes piercing into your sole, his entire weight pressing against you.

“Out” you reply running your hands through his beard bending one of your knees.

“Out eh” he mumbles into your neck as his large hand finds the back side of your knee.

“Mhm” you laugh as his beard tickles your neck. He slowly pulls your shirt exposing some more skin, his mouth peppering kisses on your warm skin. “Your mom and aunts have the boys. Allie and Carlee are having a girl day with E” you explain.

His hand strokes up your thigh and gently plays with the hem of your shirt. “They are actually gone for the night” you explain your hands finding his hips. He mumbles lowly under his breath and tries to press his weight down onto you.

“Fred” you dig your nails in pushing him up slightly. “We can’t.”

“We can” he smirks his lips finding your collarbone. “We have many times before.”

“We gotta go" you groan hands on his hips playfully trying to push him off. 

“We have no kids, we can literally do anything we want and you want to run errands” he teases 

“Errands” you laugh. We have to get the suits, and the rings…” you trail off slightly as his warm breath fans over your neck. “We are getting married in 48 hours we have things to do.”

His lips continue to ghost over you and one hand dips under the hem of your shirt cupping your breast over your bra. You dig your nails into his skin harshly causing him to groan and pull away “fine" he huffs. “Let me just get a shirt.” 

You feel cold without his warm body pinned against you, left feeling empty. Closing your eyes and taking a few deep breaths you hear Fred alert you he is ready.

**

“Why can’t I see my ring” you whine as he puts the car in park. He leans over the console and places a soft kiss on your cheek and wordlessly exits the car. Throughout the planning process there have been very few things Fred has taken complete control over. He wanted to pick the song for your first dance and plan the honeymoon in its entirety.

Giving up input on the first dance was hard for you, but the honeymoon was easy. Through the years Fred has planned multiple trips for you; Greece, San Diego and even that trip away in Pittsburgh. It was an amazing trip until the morning you imploded everything.

But still, not seeing the wedding band has been difficult and frustrating. The two of you went out a couple months ago and looked at wedding bands. Within five minutes of walking in you both saw the black titanium band and new it was the ring for him; the only thing that remained was the engraving for you to do yourself.

Once his was picked out you dragged him to the other display, but before you could begin browsing he pulled you out of the store telling you he already had that under control. You have repeatedly asked him about the ring but he has always shut you down. You found it a little frustrating that he wanted to be a part of his ring selection but you don’t even get any input on yours.

But for the last three months Fred has refused to divulge any details, just that “you’ll love it.”

A few minutes later Fred returns to the car, placing the small brown bag on the floor of the backseat. Putting the car in drive his hand quickly finds your thigh giving you a soft squeeze and setting off to collect the suits and Elise’s dress.

“Are we done” Fred groans leaving the seamstress garment bag in hand. He opens the back seat and hangs Elise’s dress from the hanger beside the suits, carefully closing the door.

“Yes” you laugh “all done.”

“Good” he presses his lips to your cheek “I have a surprise for you.”

He reaches around you to open the door but you don’t move quirking an eye brow to him. “Get in babe” he prompts gently closing the door after you. Getting in the car he can see the confused on your face and he just smirks pressing the on button and setting it to drive.

Over the next half hour you repeatedly ask where you are going, like a child too impatient to wait. He ignores all of your questions taking you outside of the city and on some back remote roads. Not that you have any idea where you are or where you are going, unfamiliar with the streets of Denmark.

“You’re worse than Oliver” he groans every time you ask if you’re almost there. You just huff in response, a slight smirk tugging on his lips as his one hand squeezes your thigh. Finally you pull into a brick driveway, leading to white house with red shutters, red clay tiles on the roof and a rounded red door.

Once the car is in park you jump out not waiting for Fred. You hear his shoes on the gravel driveway and you turn around to face him, his hands landing on your hips.

“Why are we here?” you ask wrapping your hands around his neck.

“I wanted to show you your wedding present” he smiles pressing his lips to your forehead

“What?” you shriek eyes going wide. “You bought me a house?!”

“Let’s just go inside and talk kay?” he hums as you eagerly nod.

“Come on” he grabs you by the wrist tugging you towards the front porch and opening the door. Once inside you look through to the living room, floor to ceiling windows showcasing the beautiful backyard. A swing set is off to one side, a large outdoor eating area on the other. Beyond the grass there is sand which leads out to a beach, a private beach.

Fred stops at the island letting you walk in and further exploring the space. Walking by him you set your purse on the large twelve person table one of the windows is open allowing the warm salty breeze to blow through your hair. The walls are painted a simple white, a blank canvas for you to decorate how to see fit. Sitting down on the couch you hear his footsteps before he finally sinks into the fabric beside you.

“My wedding present” you ask turning to face him on the couch.

“Well it’s not ours yet. Still have to sign the papers.”

“And why would we buy a house in Denmark when we have a house in Pittsburgh?” you chuckle.

“We always talked about moving to Denmark once I was done playing hockey” he shrugs. “Coming here I realized how hard it to not have any of the stuff they normally need. The rental is great but we had to get a bunch of furniture into storage so we can fit cribs, high chairs and their toys. And we have to get everything switched once we leave and next year when we visit we have to find a new place and do it again.

We also struggled to find a place large enough for all of us, we only have three bedrooms which is fine now. But next year Elise will be one she shouldn’t be sleeping in our room then. It might be nice to have our own place here where we can stay, something we can decorate. Hang pictures of the kids and make it feel like home. Even if we don’t move here when I retire it’s still our place to stay in for the summers. Something to come back to every year.”

You sit there for a few minutes processing everything he is saying. It all makes sense. You were the one who suggested a while ago raising your family in Denmark once his career ends. Having their cousins and aunts around all the time, family dinners on Sunday, Christmas mornings together. Climbing into his lap, you gently rake your fingers through his beard pulling his lips closer to yours. His soft lips press against yours, groaning while you smile into it.

“We should do it” you grin. “I always wanted to move here when you’re done hockey, have them grow up around their family and Danish culture. I didn’t have aunts and cousins around growing up but they have so many here it would be good for them to grow up around them. For the next few years we can use it for our summer visits so the seven of us have somewhere to stay.”

“Seven? Are you pregnant?!” his face goes white as fear washes over him thinking of having another kid so soon after Elise, and so soon after the twins.

“No” you laugh “but we’re going to have a puppy in a couple years. And he will love the backyard and chasing the geese off the beach.”

He sighs in relief shaking his head as you have been relentless in your quest for a dog. It’s not that Fred doesn’t want one, he just wants to wait until the kids are a little older so it will be slightly less chaotic. But you want the kids to grow up with a dog, and you also recognize that with four kids your lives will likely always have a little chaos.

His hands grip the back of your legs and pull you closer until you land with a knee on either side of his thighs. His hands on the back of your legs have always been one of your favourite feelings. Him giving you a gentle squeeze pulling your body closer to him as his thumb caressing your skin as he slowly edges the hem of your shorts up.

“And maybe it will help get rid of your terrible accent” he teases as you roll your eyes.

You have spent the last couple years trying to learn Danish, but you still have some ways to go. When people speak to fast you often get confused, and you have been told you have an obvious accent, something you have been working on. But living in Denmark, surrounded by the language all the time you know you will only get better.

“Besides if we aren’t happy we can move back to Pittsburgh, or to Toronto, Calgary, LA; anywhere really” he pulls you closer crashing his lips against yours. You taste the chap stick on his lips before you slide your tongue inside swiping across the inside of his cheek. “Home is wherever you are” he mumbles.

He quickly flips you so you land on your back, pulling the air from your lungs while he hovers over you. A large smile is pressed on your face as one of your knees subconsciously hooks around his back. The air is pulled from your lungs but before you can gather it his lips are on yours. It starts soft until a quiet involuntary groan slips from your lips. You briefly feel his lips curl upwards and he pushes down.

Your hands tangle into his shirt; the hem slowly lifting to expose some skin. His mouth quickly finds your neck and begins peppering soft kisses on your collarbone. You want more, you want to pull the shirt from his chest so badly but you know if you do you won’t be able to stop.

“Fred” you try to warn but it comes out as more of a whimper. Fred takes that as permission and one of his large hands slides under your shirt and begins massaging your breast.

“Babe” you whine as he pulls your bra down, calloused fingers rubbing over your skin and rolling your nipple through his fingers. You have a tight grip on his hips and try to find the strength to push him off when you hear the front door click shut and heels clicking on the warm light hardwood. Fred must have heard the noise because he quickly jumps off you almost falling when he tries to find his footing.

“Hej du må være Fred” a woman says entering the room. His cheeks are pink, hot with embarrassment and he clears his throat walking towards her. You push yourself off the couch adjusting your shirt “Jeg er agent Sophia” she continues oblivious to scene that was unfolding mere seconds ago.

“Hej” Fred sticks a hand out to greet her

“Hej jer er (Y/N)” you interject walking over to them.

“Oh right the Canadian” she remarks at the thick accent laced in your words. Fred chuckles and shoots you a smirk before she continues “what do you guys think of the place?”

“Oh we just got here, haven’t been upstairs yet but we love this space" Fred says eyeing around the main floor.

Sophia begins explaining the history of the property. Originally the property was a small two bedroom cottage built in 1933, in 1980 a family bought it and added on a major addition. That included enlarging the original floorplan and adding the second story to include 4 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms. They wanted to keep some of the original charm of the house and that included some of the original beams and fireplace in the living room.

There is a games room currently with a foosball and air hockey table and some built in shelves for toys and games. The rooms are smaller than your place in Pittsburgh, but it feels more homey. You can see your family crowded around the table playing board games on a Friday night, or curled up on the couch while Fred works on the fire for a family movie night.

“So 4 bedrooms” Fred reaches over the console to lace his fingers with yours “a little smaller than our current place. Think we can manage?”

“Yeah the twins can share” you lean back in the seat turning your head to look at him.

“What about when people visit where do they stay?”

“At a hotel” you laugh. “No there is the office on the main floor. We can get some kind of convertible bed or something for there.”

“It’s a lot smaller than our current place are you sure?”

“Well for now it will just be the place we stay at in the summers. We can see how it works as they grow. If we need more space for the kids, or for friends and family then we can look for somewhere else. But I think we’ll be fine. Besides you saw the view, we can sit on our balcony watching the kids play on the beach, watching the sunset every night once the kids are asleep…” you trail off thinking of the two of you curled on the outdoor couch. Half empty wine glasses resting on the table the warm salty breeze blowing through your hair. Fred’s large hands roaming over your body, sweat dripping down your chest as you ride him.

He brings your hand up to his lips pressing a soft kiss on the back. A low sigh leaves your lips; you aren’t sure if it’s from the contact or the aching between your legs, but either way you are unsure if you can make it until your wedding night which is still two days away.

**

“Hey smuk” Fred mumbles peppering soft kisses to your collarbone. The morning sun has begun to filter through the blinds, shining off his bare back.

“Morning” you sigh squirming under his touch. Somehow you managed to get through the night without having sex. The two of you reviewed the papers for the house and signed in an offer, and when you tried to go over your speech for the reception he pried the pages from you and locked them in the safe to try and get you to turn your brain off.

He drew you a warm bath, lavender scent and steam filling the room. Stepping into the tub water spills over the top splashing onto the tile but you don’t care as your back rests against his chest. A glass of wine in hand the two of you basked in the warmth of each other long after the water turned cold. Once climbing out of the water and lying on your stomach he had one knee on either side of your hips. His hands gently rubbing your back, slowly working the knots and tension you didn’t realize you had been holding onto.

Just as you were about to give in Fred fell onto his back pulling you onto his warm chest. Your hand gently resting on his abs you heard his breathing slow as he fell asleep.

“What time is it?” you murmur with a raspy voice.

“Almost 11 I made breakfast” he explains pulling you out of bed. Once in the kitchen you realize he didn’t just make a simple breakfast he went all out. Bacon, eggs, hash browns and french toast with fresh fruit.

“Smells amazing” you smile not sure if it’s the maple syrup or the hazelnut coffee filling the air.

“Mommy” you hear a little voice squeal and you set your empty plate down on the counter. Turning around you pick up Oliver wrapping your arms around him.

“Yum” he says looking around you. Laughing you send him to the table and Fred grabs another plate for him just as Noah stumbles in.

“Dadda” his eyes light up as he opens and closes his fists making an up motion to Fred.

“Hey” he quickly picks him up throwing him above his head slightly before kissing him on the cheek. You start scooping some food on a plate for Oliver when Lucas walks into the room wrapping his arm around Fred’s large leg. After handing Oliver his food you look over to Fred who is holding the twins laughing with them, he looks over at you to see the large smile on your face admiring how similar they all are.

All three of your sons are spitting images of Fred. Dark brown eyes, curly red hair on their heads and dimples beside their mouths. You could stand there for hours just basking in their laughter that fills the room; Fred with the kids is your absolute favourite thing to watch.

“Hey dad” Fred says as Noah reaches out towards the food making a come here motion with his hand. “Grandpa not feed you guys” he laughs passing Noah to you while you both strap them in a highchair.

“They all woke hungry up at 6 am” Ernst explains grabbing one of the mugs of coffee from the counter “probably looking for lunch now.”

You laugh slightly seeing the bags under his eyes, but thankful it wasn’t you being woken up that early. Ernst stays for a few minutes while Oliver tells you all about his sleepover and the fort he built with Sebastian and Amalie. The twins babble along giving random “mmm’s” when Fred hands them pieces of food.

“I’m gonna go get ready” you kiss Fred’s cheek after Ernst leaves.

“Wow I make you breakfast and you’re going to leave the dishes and three sticky kids” he whines with a grin on his lips.

“This is literally my life when you’re on the road” you kiss his lips briefly. “Only difference is I dip the food in the syrup. Otherwise the boys end up just putting their hands in it and then touching their face.”

Before he can respond you walk away to the bedrooms and finish packing up the bags for the kids. Your venue has rooms for everyone so you are spending tonight after the rehearsal and then you and your bridesmaids will be getting ready, and the boys all in another room on the other side of the property. Everyone is staying overnight after the wedding, and then you and Fred will be leaving for your honeymoon.

His parents are watching all the kids for the honeymoon so you need to make sure they have everything they need for the next 10 days. Once everyone is packed you begin getting yourself ready, you hear laughter and some random cries and whining from the living room, knowing it’s likely the twins fighting over the same toy.

**

“Hey babe" you walk up to Fred who is holding Elise looking out at ducks on the pond. Once arriving at the venue you went to your room to hang your dress and ensure everything is ready before dropping the boys suits off in Fred’s room. At some point he found Carlee and Allie who brought Elise with them to the venue earlier in the day and dressed her in a pink floral dress with a matching hat.

“Hey" he smiles looking out at the boys who are trying to learn how to skip rocks with Mitch. Oliver has had a few attempts that slightly resemble the form required but Lucas has just been throwing rocks over his head and Noah has mostly been sitting picking grass.

It is a surprisingly warm day for Denmark, temperatures hovering at almost 30°C throughout the day. There is a warm breeze blowing through the trees slightly ruffling the leaves on the trees. Your arm wraps around his lower back and his over your shoulder as his lips gently press into your hair. He holds Elise close, using his body heat to keep her warm, her tiny body looks so small pressed against Fred’s large chest. But she also is perfectly at ease wrapped in her daddy’s arms.

“Ready for tonight?” he laughs watching Lucas fall onto the ground almost directly on his face.

“Geez" you groan when he pushes himself up a minute later mud staining his blue t-shirt and overalls.

“Kids get dirty" his hand grabs a ball of your shirt holding you against him stopping you from taking him to change his clothes.

“I know but…”

“Hey it’s not his suit” his lips press into your hair. “Let them have their fun tonight, tomorrow I won’t let them play with Mitch.”

“Or Auston" you add. “Just until after pictures.”

“Deal" he finally turns to look at you. His eyes immediately drop to your chest and you swear you feel his dick twitch slightly against your hip. “You changed” he states through gritted teeth.

“Couldn’t wear my jeans" you retort as his eyes lock on your breasts. The low cut of your white summer dress accentuating them. The top is tight and hugs your curves and it flairs out at your waist, gently blowing in the wind.

“It’s just a rehearsal” he groans his tongue pressing to the back of his teeth.

“You don’t like it” you bat your lashes up at him innocently.

“You are such a tease” he mumbles turning his gaze back to Elise who is cooing in his arms.

“You’ll be fine, it’s not even that much longer”

“It’s only 20 hours and 17 minutes but who’s counting” he smiles his hand sliding further down the small of your back causing you to giggle in response.

“Someone’s excited” you wink.

“That’s not the sex countdown. That’s the countdown for you to be my wife” he replies pressing his lips to your head. Before you can respond you hear Steph shriek and Noah crying. You turn and see he had stepped towards the water; he had barely got his feet wet before a wave knocked him over.

“Should we help them” you laugh as Mitch picks up a screaming Noah and tries to comfort him. He isn’t hurt, he fell backwards landing on his bum; it was just the shock of the cool water that lead to his tears.

“Nah he needs the practice” Fred’s hand gives your waist a light squeeze “for when theirs gets here.”

“Wait! What?” you ask in disbelief. Fred’s eyes go wide, his lips curls upward and he shifts uncomfortably on his feet.

“Don’t say anything” he finally says smirking down at you. “Mitch got drunk last night and let it slip. She isn’t very far along and they aren’t telling people so you can’t say anything.”

“I won’t” you smile up at him “that is so exciting for them.”

“Mhm” Fred smirks. “He was going on last summer about how raising a baby will be similar to raising Zeus, so I’m excited for him to realize just how wrong he is.”

He turns his attention to Elise who is tightly pressed against his chest, eyes wide as she looks towards you. “You little lady are super easy” he bounces your tiny daughter and she smiles slightly. “Yeah you eat, you sleep, you smile sometimes even laugh, and it’s a good time. Your brothers on the other hand are mayhem, running into tables fighting over toys. And you just sit there staring at them, loving every minute.”

She has no idea what Fred is saying but she smiles up at her dad who she currently looks nothing alike. She has a few strands of hair similar to yours on top of her head, and big eyes identical in colour to yours. Fred says she looks exactly like you as a baby, he even put your baby picture beside hers for comparison, and he isn’t wrong she even has the little dimples on her chin.

But she also is very young, and you know her hair and eyes could change. Your three sons all have red wavy hair and dark brown eyes and you assume that she will also end up with his hair and eyes. Not that you mind, your three sons are pretty cute.

He pulls Elise in front of himself, lifting her so she is in front of his face. He brings her stomach to his mouth blowing raspberries against her dress. Her legs kick out in response and she laughs making Fred press harder. You begin laughing along with her, her laughter lighting up your heart.

“I love her little baby laugh” you finally say when Fred pulls her back against his hip.

“Same” Fred brushes his lips against yours briefly.

“Almost makes you want another eh” he teases pressing his lips back to yours preventing you from countering back. But before you allow yourself to fully sink into it you recognize that Noah is still screaming as Mitch tries to calm him.

“I should change him into some dry clothes so we can get started” you say pulling away and walking over to help Mitch.

**

“Okay so after everyone walks in you will stand here” the officiant says to you before turning to Fred “and you there.”

He turns to the groomsmen and begins to shift them getting them into position, angling them slightly before doing the same with the bridesmaids. He begins to breeze through what to expect tomorrow, the brief version of the wedding ceremony.

“Then we do rings” he turns to Auston “that’s you’re cue, then you kiss.”

Fred steps forward placing his hand behind your head and pulls your face to his. Your lips connect in a soft but passionate kiss. There is some light chuckling from people around the room as you open your lips allowing him further entrance not caring that everyone is staring. Your hands snake up to grip his tongue swiping the inside of his mouth.

You groan involuntarily into the kiss causing someone to loudly clear their throat which causes you to pull back slightly. There is heat in your cheeks and a dampness in your underwear as Fred presses a final soft kiss to you before taking a step back.

“Yes, just like that” the officiant says while Fred shoots you a devilish smirk with a wink. “Then you will walk out followed by the wedding party.”

“And we’ll be married” you say smiling at Fred who has a large smile on his face.

“Any questions” he asks. Your eyes are still glued to Fred and you pull your lower lip through your bottom teeth both of you shaking your head.

“Alright, well guess we’ll do it all again tomorrow” he says.

“Daddy you married now” Ollie asks running away from Sebastian and to Fred who bends down to pick him up.

“We get married tomorrow Ollie” Fred laughs

You can see some confusion on his face as he processes what just happened. “That was just a practice” Fred further explains.

“Oh”

“You ready for some food” you ask grabbing Fred’s hand and heading down the aisle with them.

“Yes mommy, Uncle ‘bastian said they have ice cream, cookies and cake” his eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree.

“I’ll have to talk with your uncle” Fred mumbles.

“Cookies and cake!” Mitch exclaims running up beside Fred and pulling Oliver from his grip. The two of them take off running, a loud squeal escaping from your child’s lips. You can tell Fred wants to take off after them but you squeeze his hand holding him back. Partially because you know Mitch will make him eat some food, albeit grilled cheese or chicken nuggets before getting dessert, but also because the boys aren’t staying with you tonight so you don’t have to worry too much about their sugar high.

**

“Want to go for a walk skat?” Fred hums in your ear. Elise is resting gently in your arms, eyes getting heavy as her bed time approaches “help get her to sleep.”

You nod and stand up, Fred grabbing your phone putting it in his pocket since your dress doesn’t have any. The two of you casually slip away from the group. Everyone is a few drinks in, food long gone laughing and chatting. He grips your hand and passes you a plush blanket to wrap Elise in to help keep her warm. The sun is beginning to fall and the temperature has dipped down a few degrees.

Warm red and orange hues reflect off the pond back at you as you slowly walk around it. Fred slows his pace and the two of you fall into an easy conversation, his arm quickly wrapping over your shoulder pulling you in tight. He leads you over to a bench by the water where you can hear some gentle waves as you look over the water to the castle, the venue for tomorrow.

You fall beside him throwing your legs over his broad thighs, his hand landing on yours giving you a light squeeze. Bouncing Elise a few times you hear her coo softly, Fred pulls the blanket back to reveal her wide eyes wrapped tightly in her blanket, you can see the heaviness behind them and know she will fall asleep soon. Your conversation falls silent, but not an awkward silence, a comfortable silence where you stare at the other person, taking in some final moments before you get married.

He stares into your eyes softly, gently running his finger up and down your thigh causing you to shudder at the touch. His touch burning a trail along your skin. He smirks knowing the effect he has on you and before you can tilt your head to look away hit thumb gently lifts your face.

Like a moth to a flame, his lips find yours. Your tongue swipes along his bottom lip before licking the inside of his mouth. Your tongues dance in each other’s mouths as you pull a loud groan from him. Finally with puffy lips he pulls back resting his forehead on yours, the two of you capturing your breaths.

“Jeg elsker dig så meget skat” (I love you so much honey) he whispers, his deep brown eyes flicking open to meet yours. A wide grin plastered on your face as you repeat the words back to him, bringing your head to his shoulder. Glancing out at the water his arm wraps around your body, a light breeze blowing the few stray hairs from your face.

The two of you sit silently watching as the sun continues to set behind the rolling hills. You hear some light chirping of birds and the beating of Fred’s heart through his chest. His thumb gently ghosting over your arms; pulling some goosebumps to the surface.

“It was built in the 1500’s” he nods to the castle. “Frederick the 2nd had it built, him and his wife Sophie were supposed to move in with their seven kids.”

“Seven?” you laugh “that’s insane.”

“Mhm” his lips brush against your forehead. “Well the castle was finished in 1588 but he died a few months before, and his 11 year old son Christian became next in line for the throne but he had to wait until he became 18. They made a council to help lead the country during those years and the family moved into this castle during the mean time.

They set a date for the coronation for when he was 19 and his younger brother, Frederick the third, was jealous he wouldn’t be king, so a month before the date he lured him to the basement. Back then they used medieval torture devices and dungeons; and his younger brother used one of the items to bludgeon him to death. He left his older brothers body and changed his clothes, after a few hours they noticed Christian was missing and set out after him.

After finding his body they found the bloody clothes and then he was also sentenced to death in this castle. They thought that Frederick’s wife knew and the killed her also. And those three were the first of many people to be killed in the basement here. They weren’t the best record keepers but the number is believed to be over 60 people killed and buried around the grounds.”

“Are you serious?” you ask wide eyes pulling your head from his shoulder to stare at him. “We’re getting married at a place where numerous people were killed. I’m going to walk down the aisle and marry you while murdered dead people lie underneath my feet?!”

You can feel your heart beating rapidly, your body gets hot and your palms are sweaty. “How could you not tell me this?! How could you let us get married here!?” you whisper sternly trying to not disturb Elise.

His facial expression remains the same as he stares back at you. You try to push off of him to rise to your feet when he bursts out laughing “no babe.” He pulls you back into him tightly, you landing in his lap sighing in relief.

“This wasn’t a royal castle, no royal families ever lived here. And King Christian lived a long and happy life with lots of kids. But he was responsible for burning almost twenty witches.”

“Oh my god” you sigh. “What is wrong with you” you laugh the edges of your lips curling upwards as you lean back in his grasp.

He is still laughing when he pulls you closer, lips brushing against yours gently. “Seriously can’t believe you bought it” he smirks pulling away as you just shake your head in response.

“I’m happy I’m finally going to marry you” he says. “Pretty little gullible you.”

“We should get her inside” you say noticing Elise has finally fallen asleep in your arms. Once inside Fred tells you he wants to get something and he’ll met you in your room for a couple minutes. He knows that the bridal party will be spending the night in the room and they will be making their way upstairs shortly, but he said he has to do this tonight.

After putting Elise to sleep in her bassinette in the bedroom you change into your pyjamas and wait on the couch for him. You hear the door softly close and light footsteps while Fred makes his way to you,

“You haven’t played for me in a while” you rest your elbow on the back of the couch turning to face him as he rests the guitar on his thigh.

“Well I’ve been working on something I was hoping would be ready for the wedding but it isn’t unfortunately. But I still want to show you, just you.”

Turning his attention to the guitar he does a few practice strokes and begins to play the chords from a romantic melody. It takes you a few seconds but you quickly recognise it as Thinking Out Loud. A smile spreads on your face as he continues through the song.

A few of his red locks have fallen onto his forehead while he looks down with concentration. He struggles a couple times changing the chords, albeit very briefly. In all actuality you wouldn’t have even noticed if it wasn’t for the slight frown that crosses his face and his nose scrunching up before he finally completes the transition and continues on with the song.

“Wow babe” you sigh “that was amazing.”

He sets his guitar on the table before shifting closer to you “still needs some work.”

“Hey” you brush the hair from his forehead “it was amazing. You are amazing, I loved it.”

“You recognize it?” he pulls your legs over your broad thighs.

“I’m pretty sure everyone knows that song babe, it’s Ed Sheeran” you tease over your glass of water.

“Mhm” he hums taking the glass from your hands setting it on the table. “It is a very popular song” you continue.

“You don’t remember eh” he runs his thumb gently over the skin of your thigh.

Taking a minute you try to think back to some of the moments of your relationship, trying to remember a time this song was playing. While you are sure it has played multiple times, there isn’t a moment that sticks out. No momentous occasion in which this was playing in the background.

“Four and a half years ago I was having a terrible day so I decided to go out. It was snowing lightly when I stumbled into a Toronto bar that was mostly empty. A few couples in the booths and one absolutely breathtaking woman sitting at the bar.”

You chuckle slightly as heat hits your cheeks. “Well I walked up and sat beside her and this song pretty much started as soon as I sat down.”

“No it didn’t” you say in disbelief.

“Swear to you it did” he puts one hand in the air and the other over his heart. “I remember it as if it was yesterday. I don’t know why but this has stuck with me through the years, every time I hear it I think of you. You in that navy blue shirt, straight hair framing your face. The lipstick gone from your lips, but it stained the rim of your glass. I think about how I considered not going for a drink and how happy I am I did. I passed like 3 bars on my walk, no idea what drew me in to that one but I’m so happy I did.”

“That’s what you think of when you hear this” you smile.

“Sometimes. Sometimes I think of that time I first felt Ollie kick, or that morning when we were in bed and you told me you would come spend your maternity leave. Or that feeling I had when he was finally born and I became a dad, the first time I held him. But mostly I think of you in that blue shirt sitting in that bar half drank glass of whiskey in your hand.”

His thumb comes to your face and wipes away the tears that have pricked the corners of your eyes. “I love you so much” you whisper as more tears fall from your eyes. You can’t believe that Fred remembers this detail from the night he met you, that night you were just a random girl he never knew if he’d see again. But he remembers every minute detail, something that still surprises you but it shouldn’t after all this time.

“I can’t wait to marry you” he whispers eyes glossed over with tears and your chest tightens slightly. He leans in cautiously pressing his lips to yours. His mustache tickles your upper lip and your hands gently stroke his beard.

Pulling away his forehead presses against yours, his nose resting beside yours. “I should go” he whispers softly after a few minutes of holding each other. He carefully swings your legs off him and rises to his feet. Leaning down he presses a final soft kiss to your lips and turns around toward the door.

“Freddie” you croak out stopping him in his tracks, he turns around eyes finding you.

“Fuck me” you say voice drenched in desperations. Trailing a finger over your calf, cheeks still stained from the tears that fell moments ago.

“What?” he asks.

“Do I really have to ask twice” you smirk.

“N..No” he stammers out popping the button on his pants and quickly unzipping the button. He presses his pants and boxers down his legs, and trips over the fabric in his rush.

“You okay babe” you laugh as he kicks the pants off his legs and quickly peels his shirt off tossing it aside.

“I’m so fucking good babe” he mumbles sinking to his knees, pulling your legs to the side. His warm lips press to the inside of your thigh. He gently bites you causing you to gasp out. His hands find the elastic of your pyjama shorts and he hooks his fingers under pulling them down your legs.

“Thought you wanted to wait baby” he hums spreading your legs staring at your glistening cunt. The edge of his lips curls up seeing the slick that has built up for him; from him.

“That was a stupid idea” you groan as his tongue licks a stripe up your folds. He flicks his tongue against you before he draws the number eight around your throbbing clit.

“Such a stupid idea” he mumbles his beard rubbing against your skin, lightly grazing your throbbing heat.

“Fuck” your back arches and your hips lift pressing yourself further into his mouth. He curls his tongue sliding it inside your walls and your hands grasp the roots of his red locks. His tongue fucks in and out of you, each one pulling a louder moan than the last. His arms wrap around your thighs to grip your hips.

He digs his fingers into you rolling your hips closer to him. You feel a slight bubbling in the pit of your stomach, your entire body getting hot as your orgasm begins to build.

“Baby I need you to fuck me” you tug his hair lifting his head from your core. His lips are glistening with your juices, eyes lit with fire.

“You taste so good though baby” he counters turning his gaze back to your dripping core.

“Freddie” you whine. “I need you” his brown eyes peer up to yours “please.”

He shakes his head at your plead but crawls up your body, pulling your satin tank from your chest. “So needy” he smiles pressing his lips against yours allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

“For you” you lean back against the pillows pulling him down against you. His swollen tip presses against your entrance, a leg hooking around his broad back.

His mouth is on yours as he slowly sinks inside your heat swallowing your moans. He stretches you out your dripping core easily welcoming him. Once fully inside he pulls back, forehead resting against yours as you pull your lower lip through your teeth.

You become acutely aware that your friends can wander in at any moment; the two of you are right in the middle of the living room. But you also know that neither of you will last that long. The build up from the past week has had you both on the edge.

His pace is slow and your moans are swallowed by his lips as he pulls back and presses back inside you. “God I love you so much” he mumbles increasing his pace slightly. It’s still slow, but every time he presses forward he hits deep inside your walls. Every thrust hits your G-spot, your nails digging harshly into his broad shoulders.

His hips press into yours, your nails leaving marks all over his back and shoulders. His head ducks down and sucks on your breast a thumb finding your clit, adding to the pleasure rapidly building inside you. You gasp at the feeling, his thick cock stretching you out hitting your cervix with every thrust. Your heel digs into his back to hold him closer.

“Fuck Freddie” you groan feeling your orgasm building. He smirks against your breast dragging his teeth against your nipple. One of your hands find his hair tangling into his roots, gripping it for dear life as you are seconds away from your release.

He gasps sharply at the feeling but doesn’t let up, groaning when he feels your walls flutter around him. You chant his name between your heavy pants. The feeling of euphoria fills your body, toes curling as pleasure erupts inside you and you spill around his cock. He groans at the warmth dripping down him but he continues to work you through your high.

After a few more sloppy thrusts and he grunts. You are met by Danish curse words being mumbled in your ear while a familiar warmth spills inside you, painting your walls white as he collapses on you. Breathless the two of you lie there for a few more minutes, sticky skin all that separates you.

“If I had of known playing my guitar would have gotten you in bed I would have done it days ago” he teases; his warm breathe against your neck. You laugh lightly gently running your fingers over his back “who was I kidding, I’ve never been able to stay away from you.”

After a few minutes Fred pulls out causing you to whine at the emptiness, his cum leaking out of you. He returns a couple seconds later with a damp cloth gently cleaning you before he starts throwing articles of clothing in your direction.

“You should go, before my friends show up” you say as he steps into his boxers.

“Oh I text them a while ago on your phone telling them not to come for a bit” he explains finding his shirt. “I didn’t want them to come in when I was playing for you.”

“Right” you tease pulling your shorts up.

“I had no intention of sleeping with you when I came here” he smiles. “You practically begged me.”

“Good night babe” you walk over to him with a smirk pressing a soft kiss on his lips before ushering him out the door.

**

“Mommy you look beautiful” you hear your son call. Turning around you see the three of them in matching navy tuxedo’s complete with black bow ties. Fred took you and the kids out a couple months ago to the tailors to pick out the looks for the groomsmen and the boys but you never imagined they would look this adorable.

The dark fabric against his light skin, matching suspenders and hair combed to the side just tugs on your heart strings. A white boutonniere pinned to the outside of his jacket. You wipe away a stray tear quickly picking him up for a big hug.

“Oh my goodness look at you” you coo pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You are just the most handsome best little man.”

A smile tugs on the edge of his lips “thanks mommy.”

“How is daddy doing?” you ask giving him another kiss tickling his side.

“He said I can’t tell you” he giggles making you laugh. You hoped Oliver would divulge some details into how Fred was handling today. If his nerved were getting to him, or if he was calm like when he is in net on game day. But it appears Fred beat you to the punch, telling your child to stay tight lipped.

You wish he hadn’t told him though, you wish Oliver would tell you he is anxious. That he had to pour himself a glass of whiskey to calm down, his leg was tapping anxiously against the wood floor.

“Oh and look at your brothers” you say as Mitch walks in, holding each of the twins hands. They have on identical suits to Oliver, hair combed over to the side. “All of you are just so handsome.”

You walk over completely bypassing Mitch and scooping them for a big hug. You press your lips to their foreheads holding your three boys tight. Oliver begins to groan about it being too tight and you release him standing up to be met with Mitch.

“Hey Mitch” you say straightening his bow tie before he wraps his arms around you for a tight hug.

“You look beautiful momma” he says into your ear.

“You look nice too” you smile.

“I look better than nice” he smirks. “Is the little lady ready?” he asks looking over to Elise. Wide eyes and smiling in her bassinet dressed in a white dress. It has a lace top and tulle bottom, a large bow tied around it, a white floral headband on her head.

While planning the wedding you tried to find a way to include all of the kids in the day. When you thought you were having a boy you planned on one of the bridesmaids pulling him down the aisle in a wagon. With the surprise of having a girl you switched to a groomsman pulling her down the aisle, and Mitch immediately volunteered to pull her down the aisle. During the ceremony she will be with Charlotte in the first row but you still wanted to have her be a part of it.

“Yeah we just have to get her in the wagon” you smile as he walks over picking her up. He grabs a blanket placing it over his crisp suit to protect himself from the potential baby vomit, before pressing her against it. She coos in his arms reaching out to grab his thick brown locks giving them a tight yank.

“Okay” the planner comes into the room scanning around at everyone “Fred is ready and waiting for you.”

You feel yourself tense at the words, fists clenching firmly. Your nails dig harshly into your palms and you take a few uneasy breaths.

“Ready” Carlee comes up wrapping her arms around you for a tight squeeze.

Pulling away she sees some tears in your eyes, your bottom lip beginning to quiver. “Hey don’t cry” she wipes away the tears with her thumbs. Immediately recognizing these aren’t happy tears, they are the tears that often come before a collapse of emotions “what’s going on?”

She pulls you in tight and an involuntary sob slips from you before you breakdown against her. The room goes quiet only your sobs echoing as her hand tangles into your curls holding you close.

“(Y/N)” she whispers running her other hand up and down your back.

Your chest heaves and you fall apart in her arms “I don’t know if I can do this” you whisper through a deep shuddering breath as Allie comes up to you wrapping her arms around the two of you. Your chest tightens and your breathing gets erratic the room feeling like its crumbling around you. You feel like you are outside your body watching everything unfold. Stuck in a glass box and no matter how hard you pound your fists against it, it won’t break.

“What do you mean (Y/N)” she ushers you over to the couch your head falling onto Allie’s shoulder, Carlee crouching down in front of you. The silence that fills the air is deafening. You can feel the tension in the room as everyone watches on, waiting to see how everything unfolds.

“You don’t want to marry Fred?” Carlee asks softly squeezing your hands, your body stiffening at her words. 

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