#which cor never lets me be happy so that is what we have been toying with dskjfh

[wornkindness]

How do you think Amelia is going to react to Captain Pike's fate?

so it kind of depends on the variables involved. granted she’s not the sort to have some grand outburst of emotion. so im sure she surprises whoever it is that tells her when the accident happens with how calm she appears to be.

though it still hurts, regardless of if she’s told about it ahead of time or not. though she’s smart and she notices the shift in chris character after the whole thing with discovery. while she presses him about it, mostly out of worry, she’s not going to pry the information out of him if he doesn’t want to tell her. in situations where she doesn’t know ahead of time, on the day of the accident she for sure something is up because chris, una and spock are all acting sus but there’s not a lot she can do about it tbh.

she takes it best when hearing about it from chris himself ahead of time, should he choose to share that with her. but she also understands why he doesn’t. and in both situations she doesn’t fight him about it. His mind is made up, and no amount of lecturing him on he doesn’t know the future is going to pan out exactly as he sees it, is going to change his mind. since i tend to default to the au where he’s injured but not maimed and thus recovers because reasons, she also isn’t going to argue with him about the fact he didn’t tell her because she doesn’t really see the point.

now if we are strictly following canon here, i operate on the assumption that amelia is told chris is dead. she takes it the worst here, because she leaves starfleet and kinda drops off the map. (again very upsetting, this is why i like to ignore it.)

[yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy]

Magic and Miracles and Beyond Chapter 12

I did not give up on this and I didn’t abandon it, I just...got a much busier life. I’m going back to school, full time. Am I stalling doing my homework? Yes. Do I have an exam on Tuesday that I should be preparing for? Yes. Did this writers block that’s been in my way FOR MONTHS Magically go away and I found my spark for this story again? YES. But you know what? This little chapter was what I needed. What my soul needed. @the-immortal-marshal. Girl, you’ve been SO PATIENT and so good to me. This is for you. That good good. 

Chapter 12

Ada was in the middle of getting a massage, her and the girls had gone to their favorite spa for a spa day and Ada had just gotten her new bank cards in from getting added as a signer to Luche’s accounts and Luche told her to get anything and everything she wanted and not worry about the cost and she was going all out, getting a mani pedi, a hair cut and some highlights and lowlights and a facial and her makeup redone, her bruises had faded and her body had healed and thanks to a lot of ongoing therapy, her mind was healing too. 

Meanwhile Luche, Ravus, Nyx, Libertus, Gladio, Tredd, Pelna and Craig were all going from each other’s apartments to make sure they would have dinner ready and waiting for their girls when they got done having a spa day. They were going all out, making sure the dinners were several courses long, the apartments were perfectly clean and had gotten rose petals by the case and made sure each place was picture perfect for a huge romantic gesture while each guy made his partner’s favorite meal.

Ada came home and gasped when she saw the way the rose petals had been strewn across the floor leading upstairs, there were candles everywhere and the scent of her favorite foods filled her nose and made her stomach growl. 

“Oh Luche,” Ada cooed as she looked at everything and just couldn’t stop smiling as a few tears came to her eyes. This was beautiful and romantic and so thoughtful before Luche greeted her properly by kissing her after he put the prime rib roast on the table. 

“Hey,” Luche grinned proudly as he put it down and went up and kissed her as his arms wrapped around her and held her tight. He was dressed in a dressy casual fashion and Ada felt like she had stepped into a magazine. Everything was picture perfect. 

“How was Twilla? You look amazing. I love what you did with your hair.” Luche asked as they broke for air and he took the bags that had dropped from her hands that she had been carrying since they had done some shopping before the spa and she had let them go to embrace Luche and she was so happy that only his face pulled away but he otherwise kept his arms comfortably around her while she did the same to him before they both seemed to sway to soft music that was playing on the stereo in the apartment. 

“Thank you, yeah it was amazing. You need to come with me next time, they have couples massage, that’s what Noct and Iggy had and they had nothing but high praise about it.” Ada grinned. 

“Sounds great, we could do that...well not next weekend but the weekend after that.” Luche mentally calculated. 

“Really?” Ada smiled brighter. 

“Yeah, go ahead and schedule it and let me know what time so I’ll put it in my schedule.” Luche confirmed. 

“I will, but first, food.” Ada said as she nodded over to the beautifully set table with real china and silverware and a steaming pot of tea waiting for her before Luche let her go and pulled her chair out for her before he got her bags and stowed those away so she could focus on the meal which they happily dug into. 

“Have I told you how much I love it that you cook?” Ada moaned around her food as she devoured everything and was so touched that Luche had done all this work and made a gourmet meal for her to her liking and even noticed that he had done some housekeeping because everything was immaculate and smelled fresh and clean. 

“I tried, Rae, Nyx and Craig helped a lot.” Luche admitted. 

“Yeah but the fact that you even try and put forth so much effort means a lot to me.” Ada fawned as she poured herself a cup of tea and took a tentative sip. She had made a dent in Luche’s tea cabinet and together they had weeded out which ones were going to be repeat buys and which ones were not and this was one of her favorites, it was a good evening tea since it was decaf but had an amazing flavor that went with everything. 

“I know. That’s why I do it.” Luche grinned proudly, happy that she noticed and recognized his hard work before he reached over and took her hand to kiss the back of it sweetly which melted her in her chair before she mirrored his actions then used her hold on him to pull him over to kiss her again since they were sitting kitty corner from each other. 

“I got you something.” Ada giggled. 

“Yeah?” Luche grinned wider. Tickled that she did. She always had great taste whenever she bought gifts and he had yet to not love whatever she got. 

“It’s for later.” Ada giggled as her cheeks stained cherry which got him to smile wider as a giggle escaped him. It was that kind of something. 

“Can’t wait.’ Luche smiled even brighter. “So I wanted to ask you about something.” Luche changed the subject. 

“What?” Ada returned as she tilted her head curiously. 

“So Sylva is a helicopter pilot and a small aircraft pilot too and she’s offered to help Rae and I and her other “kids” to get our pilot licenses.” Luche began as Ada’s eyes lit up. 

“Really?” Ada beamed happily. 

“Yeah, so what do you think about that?” Luche asked. 

“That would be amazing!” Ada fawned. 

“Good, cause it’s your dad is coming back to teach us.” Luche revealed. 

“Really? Wait what? Us? Like you and Rae us or you and me us?” Ada posed. 

“Both,Sylva apparently made him an offer he couldn’t refuse so your parents are moving back but your brother is staying in London, if you want to learn it too that is and if you’re ok with me going into that as well.” Luche clarified. 

“Hell yes!” Ada immediately agreed before she kissed him excitedly. “Why wouldn’t I be ok with that?” Ada asked after she kissed him. 

“Well because flying, as you know, has it’s dangers and I didn’t want to agree or jump into anything without talking about it with you first and making sure you’re ok with it.” Luche explained. 

“Aww, thank you, no that doesn’t bother me at all, it’s a lot of fun.” Ada grinned happily, touched that he would be so mindful and thoughtful about that and obviously concerned to take her thoughts and feelings into account. 

After dinner Luche led her upstairs and Ada nearly burst into tears when she found the bed covered in rose petals and the room was glowing in candlelight and she was excited yet nervous to see what he would think about her “gift”. 

“So what did you get me?” Luche asked as Ada damn near was bouncing in place and biting her bottom lip in half to keep her face from splitting in half from the smile that threatened to take over her face as she gave him one of the bags and in it was more cologne, some new ties and shirts and sweaters, some moisturizers, hair products and then inside the larger bag was a smaller bag...from a sex toy shop and Luche damn near had a giggle fit as he reached in and got the bag before he eagerly opened it and nearly dropped it when he found a box and in that box...was a cock ring set. A C ring, a regular cock ring and a vibrating one and Luche’s soul nearly left his body because...that’s how he could please Bethany, Caitlin, Andrea and Olivia in Cancun for a week during spring break and Luche had flashbacks. Shit that had only been six months ago but it felt like a lifetime ago. 

“Too adventurous?” Ada worried. 

“No, no, not at all.” Luche quickly reassured her. 

“What?” Ada asked as she looked at him and studied his face trying to figure out if he was weirded out or anything. 

“Um…” Luche stammered as he frowned in concentration while his face burned. 

“Cor never wore one, if that’s what you’re wondering, I wanted to try something new and spice things up a little.” Ada offered, mentally berating herself for not realizing that that is what it looked like. 

“Oh, uh, no that- that wasn’t...um...going through my head at all.” Luche assured her. 

“You can say you’re uncomfortable with it, it won’t hurt my feelings.” Ada concluded. 

“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable with this or these or anything like that-um, it’s just that I...I know exactly what these are and how they work because I’ve..used them before.” Luche confessed before Ada’s eyebrows shot up into her hairline. 

“With...Vivian?” Ada frowned in confusion, trying to remember who he dated before her. 

“No...with Bethany... in Cancun.” Luche revealed. 

“Ooh!” Ada answered before she started laughing which broke the tension as Luche laughed too. 

“Ok, so...do you never want to use them again? Will they make you think of her while we, if we were to use them?” Ada winced. 

“Well, no, because it’ll be with you.” Luche grinned before he simply put them down to wrap her up in his embrace to kiss her and get them both back in the mood. 

"Don't ever compare yourself to anyone else ok?" Luche insisted as he sensually undressed her before he gently pushed her back into the bed before he put the vibrating one on. 

Ada hissed in pleasure as he entered her and because of the placement it hit her clit just right and Luche grinded himself into her so that the vibrating bit wouldn’t leave her clit and smiled happily when Ada writhed under him as he did his best to commit this to memory so he could please her in the future before he gave her more hickeys on her neck and chest while her newly manicured nails raked down his back, mindful of the few moles on his back and his itchy spots before she prompted him to roll over so she could ride him as Luche laid down and pushed up into her as his hands gripped her hips and pulled her down as Ada rode him and put her hands on his chest to hold herself up as her eyes screwed shut in concentrated bliss as her mouth hung wide open to moan, pant and keen.  

“Lu!” Ada whined as she found the perfect spot and pushed herself down onto it as hard as she could before she came and spasmed on top of him, her legs shaking and her arms buckling while she rode out her orgasm before Luche sat up and gathered her in his arms again and continued to hike his hips up into hers as he kissed her senseless, absolutely determined to get her to a second orgasm because this cock ring was tight and keeping him hard enough that he could last at least two to three intense rounds and by the time they both wore the other out did they collapse in a heap of sweaty limbs and satisfied smiles before Luche took the ring off and set it aside. 

“Yeah I think that worked out well.” Luche panted as he fought to catch his breath. 

“Oh yeah, total win.” Ada giggled as she curled herself into him, her clit still buzzing as her senses were drowning in endorphins.  

“I love you.” Luche grinned proudly as he kissed the crown of her head. 

“Love you too Lu.” Ada cooed back before they fell asleep. 

The next weekend they were all at Craig’s farm since his parents had a better set up to handle a wedding as they were going through dress rehearsals as Craig Sr. grilled some steaks, chicken and pork chops as Chelsea and her team finished setting up all the tents, decorations, chairs and tables. 

“Hey Lu,” Sylva said as she managed to catch him by the punch bowl. 

“Yeah Sly?” Luche answered. 

“I just wanted to let you know that if you happen to get swept up in wedding fever tomorrow and perhaps you were to be moved to propose to Ada, could you just give me a heads up so I’m next to your mother when you do it because I’ve been talking to her for the last hour or so and when I hinted at it she was, understandably, apprehensive to the notion and it’s going to take a lot for her to make peace with that.” Sylva warned him. 

“Yeah…” Luche grimaced. “What do you think it’ll take for mom to come around to the idea?” Luche asked cautiously. 

“A prenup, otherwise she will be the biggest bitch any of us has ever seen.” Sylva answered. 

“Yeah, I figured.” Luche nodded in understanding. 

“Good you’ve made peace with that idea, it’s already drawn up.” Sylva grinned triumphantly. 

“For how long?” Luche frowned. 

“Since May.” Sylva beamed. 

“Really?” Luche deadpanned. 

“Yes really, and once you do I have gifts, they’re already wrapped and the dresses she showed interest in at Kleinfelds are already on hold for her as are a few others.” Sylva revealed. 

“And that’s why you paid her dad extra to come ASAP.” Luche realized as his gaze traveled over to Ada sitting and catching up with her parents who had come just a few days before. 

“Yup, they wouldn’t want to miss it.” Sylva smiled proudly. 

“Do you ever just...take a day off?” Luche teased with a chuckle. 

“No, when you have your kids, you’ll see and understand and you won’t either.” Sylva reminded him with a fond smile. 

“Thank you.” Luche thanked her gratefully before he hugged her as she hugged him back.  

“You’re welcome, now I gotta go tell Chelsea to make the “inlaws” table extra big to include them and I’ll have your mother right next to me so I can keep her from making a scene.” Sylva explained after she pulled away and clued Chelsea in on what would happen as she made the adjustments.

[bedlamgames]

Q&A #85

Got a truly large embarrassment of riches in terms of number of reports. Thanks for all of them and I’m working on a hotfix now which is also going to including enough extra content that it probably counts as a mini-update in its own right. 

Now for the questions that need a more specific answer than ‘thanks for letting me know, and I’ll get right on that’. 

ultrastrangefoxcollection: Many moons ago, I was the guy who reported that slavers being brought up from slaver training weren't being counted properly, and the game was telling me that I have to keep a whole bunch of slavers in camp. That seems to be happening again, although the count on the toolbar for slaves/slavers is correct. At the moment, I've got 14 slavers (10 former slaves, 4 never trained) and 8 slaves, and it's making me keep 5 slavers at home.

Will take another look at this. If anyone ever sees the bottom status bar reflecting the incorrect numbers and you can see what caused it specifically then I’d definitely appreciate reports on that. 

Anonymous: Has Biomancy been reworked recently? I distinctly recall being able to muck about with PC proportions from the get-go (provided you took the ability ofc). In the present version (v803) self-biomancy attempts return an invalid selection error - something about "you should be more intelligent and not do highly dangerous things in the wilderness." Not certain if this is intended. Perhaps I'm just blind and didn't read the more recent changelogs.

That’s never been a thing to my knowledge or at least it wasn’t intentionally. Don’t remember anyone mentioning being able to do that before so no idea how you were able to do that. 

You can however get a slaver with biomancy to use it on you now as of the last couple of version, though if they don’t really respect you they might not have your best interests in mind.

To also answer a related question while I’m on the topic: 

itsbbbooobbb-blog: is it actually impossible to do the hardest biomancies right now?

Self-biomancy has always been planned to be held back for a specific assignment chain that would also unlock the nearly impossible options.

Anonymous: Just wanted to say that the new submissive flavor text is faaantastic. Unrelated question: I've been allowing my slaves to escape on purpose so that I can send my slavers out to recapture them and break their will. Do slaves stop trying to escape once they get recaptured, or does submissiveness just make it less likely for them to try?

That’s awesome. If you’ve got any particularly favourite bits then I’d love to hear about them. 

Ahah a catch and release programme. There’s a bunch of factors including other traits and level of bondage, but submissive does make them less likely to run, and obedient ones won’t ever try to leave. 

Anonymous: Found a bug - crit successes on "Whores for the Whore Makers" will not sell the slave. You get the payout, xp, rep gain, etc, but the slave is not removed. Instead, RAGS prints "Slave" and a number - which I assume is the object's position in its storage array - on a new line. Also, as an aside, is there a maximum number of aspects a PC or NPC can have? Wondering if I made a bad call picking up a random aspect on levelup for a caster. Or if my PC can get aspects at all.

The max number for the PC and NPC was changed from 3 to 5 aspects in the last update. 

itsbbbooobbb-blog: the quick as you like solo quest seems to ignore leaving plans for your slavers

as a side note, I remember a long time ago you mentioned the idea of making clumsy affect biomancy/corruption...did that get added?

That one is intentional. It’s mainly for reasons of gameplay flow and immersion, but I guess you can look at it as your slavers deciding that if you go on that race then all previous plans can be ignored as you’re hardly going to be able to complain when you get back. 

On checking I did do that for corruption... and completely forgot about biomancy. Added that now for the hotfix and thanks for the reminder. 

Anonymous: I'm sure you get lots of questions about races, but I've been wondering why we can't play as a lizardman yet? Particularly since we can already have one as a unique second-in-command. Is it just a lot easier to make them an npc instead of a playable character? Or do you have plans to make them playable at some point? Thanks for all your work by the way, I've played this game way more then I expected to.

Just haven't got round to it yet really. I think one time with the commission polls I had the choice for a Lizardman piece that would have also been used as a playable start though I’ve not including that choice recently. Saying that soon I want to have every race* to have a playable start to account for losing your encampment to your second-in-command. 

Glad you’re digging it!

(*Not including races with an alien mindset in Wisps and Legion, and races not predisposed to taking command like Driders and Zharr Dwarves.)

Anonymous: [0.803] imgur /a/ychgRVJ but he has neither cor nor fel, he came from the corruption level up is that the reason?

Seamstress and Smiths without a faith can make profane gear without needing to be depraved themselves. 

Anonymous: [0.803] imgur /a/1MDsT4r assignment just lengthened itself for no reason.

Grove Creepers can do that intentionally on certain results.

Anonymous:  [0.803] I feel like grove creepers crit should give a goblin slave. since you get to fuck the "princess" you might as well get her handed to you as a personal toy for eternity, maybe with exc and wea+ or some traits like that

It’s only a common relatively straightforward assignment. For (Exc) especially you’re looking at a rare one’s reward level and a much higher risk.  

Anonymous: What exactly are the triggers for losing the Innocent trait?

Penetrative sex and any training above basic obedience if I remember right. 

joyfullyunadulteratedruins:  Did something change with the end of the day drinking check? I've gotten so many hungover slavers there's got to be something going on. And this is without Bond With Your Slavers enabled. I suppose I may just have so many supplies and they're so happy they can't help themselves, but it's pretty annoying.

Are you playing on Hardcore? I did make those end of day activities to counteract morale loss more intense on that difficulty awhile back. 

Anonymous: Whoa, super cool to see new content out for NH! Thanks for all your hard work, it's a really fun and intricate game :)

And finally what’s not exactly a question persay. Still, lovely to hear it and thank you so much for your nice comment!

[rocproductions]

FFXV Small Secret Santa Gift

I’m pushing it for time, but it’s still the 23rd here, so here goes!

This fanfic is for @soundlolgic, one of their requests was for a present swap fic, and they like Cor/Nyx, so... :D

I hope you enjoy! :D :D To all who celebrate something this time of year, have a wonderful holidays! <3

Title: Good Night and Joy be to you all Length: 1563 words (sorry, I haven’t written a short fic in my life, and I was apparently unable to start now) Pairing: Cor/Nyx

Summary: The Winter Solstice is coming up, and Cor forgot about the whole darn thing until Monica reminded him. But Nyx hasn’t said anything either, so maybe it isn’t the biggest deal? (Men.)

“It’s the winter solstice in a few days, Cor; have you gotten something for your better half yet?” Monica asked, her smile knowing, and Cor froze.

Shit.

He had forgotten all about it. Cor thought about it as he finished his paperwork for the day, but couldn’t for the life of him think of a damned thing. Nyx wasn’t big on material goods, minus the occasional keepsake; he wasn’t one for fashion, he already had a phone, and his precious kukri were of world-class make. Sword polish was just boring, and while clothing was practical, that was also...too easy. The few people he had traditionally gifted to got easy to purchase consumables: a fine liquor of some sort for both Regis and Clarus, something that could strip paint for Cid, Monica got the fancy fruitcake she liked plus a cat toy for her fuzzballs, a little cake for Dustin, usually something useful sent by hunter out to Auburnbrie, gift cards for the rest of the Crownsguard-

He was pretty predictable. However, he now had a boyfriend. He was an adult in an adult relationship, and while he knew that Nyx would just laugh it off if he didn’t get him anything, Cor knew he’d feel horrible.

So.

Another day passed, and he still hadn’t figured it out. Nyx had been silent on the subject, and as far as Cor could tell, things were continuing as per usual. Maybe Nyx didn’t celebrate? Maybe he just didn’t care? Cor didn’t know. If he had actually opened his big mouth and asked at some point all of his stewing could have been avoided, but he was an idiot. He knew this, and Monica’s drily amused looks told him that she thought much the same.

Cor generally accepted that he made a good figurehead for the organization, and Nyx liked to say he looked great on the magazine covers, but honestly, Monica and Dustin kept the damn Crownsguard from crumbling under his stupidity sometimes.

He was just wrapping up an eval when he loaded up the news on his computer, something in the corner of the screen drawing his eye.

He would never admit that a popup advertisement on his computer gave him the idea for Nyx’s solstice gift.

Twenty minutes later he had a little inclusive vacation package booked at Galdin Quay for the twenty-second through the twenty-fourth, returning on the twenty-fifth, and he even had the forethought to call down to Altius and Ostium to verify that he could safely kidnap Nyx on those days before letting his head fall to his desk with a sigh.

A vacation actually sounded rather nice.

The morning of the twenty-first started much the same as usual, with Cor and Nyx moving around each other as they got ready for work. Nyx totally got a grope or two in while Cor managed to corner Nyx for a quick make-out session by the door before they left, so it was a good start to the day. Work was the same as usual, he was still wrapping up end-of-year evaluations, and what felt like half the office was out on holiday vacations of their own. Lunch was a boring premade salad, which did nothing to fill him up as he continued to slog through his paperwork.

“Happy Solstice, Cor, got any plans for the evening?” Monica said, her voice chipper and pleasant, and Cor hadn’t even noticed the door open.

Stupid paperwork.

“Nothing I know of for tonight,” he said. “Tomorrow we’ll be gone, though, so call me only if it’s an emergency.”

Monica waved away his concerns, then turned to leave. “Have a wonderful trip, marshal, you two deserve some time to yourselves.” The woman was gone before he could even reply, and he returned to his paperwork. A knock on the doorframe a few minutes later drew his attention, and he looked up to see Nyx leaning against it, a rucksack thrown over a shoulder.

What?

“Hey gorgeous, shut that down, we’ve got places to be,” Nyx announced, and Cor went into auto-pilot, saving what he was working on and wrapping everything up without a single word. He joined the Glaive at the door a minute later, Nyx hooking an arm around his and leading them from the Crownsguard offices and to the elevators in silence. It wasn’t until they were walking out of the Citadel did Nyx finally huff out a laugh. “Not even a question as to where we are going?”

Cor shrugged, nodding to the guardsmen they passed as they walked towards the gates. “I trust you, Nyx.”

Nyx actually flushed slightly, then leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek (Cor ignored the scandalized cough from Guardsman Fortis.) “You know just what to say, don’t you?”

By the time they did the second transfer on the subway, Cor was quite certain where they were headed, but he continued to keep his mouth shut as he leaned against the small space to the side of the door, Nyx tucked right against him as they travelled on. It was nice. As they pulled up to the closest station to Little Galahd, Nyx patted his side and turned towards the door.

“Time to go.”

The station was definitely more crowded than he had seen it in the past, but Cor didn’t think a thing of it; it was the solstice, after all, people were travelling.

Then they reached above ground.

“Welcome to a proper Winter Solstice celebration, Cor, Galahd-style,” Nyx said with a grin, and Cor spun slowly in place as he admired the bright decorations adorning the buildings, then watched the spinning dancers clad in clearly significant costumes move to the vibrant music that filled the area; his nose took in a delightful mix of scents both sweet and savory, and his stomach rumbled audible despite itself. Oops. Nyx laughed, before leaning in and giving him a quick kiss before taking Cor’s hand in his. “Let’s go find you some food first, I bet you just had one of those boring salad things for lunch-”

Nyx pulled him over to a street vendor, buying him a sweet drink that made his muscles unwind and his mind relax in minutes, and Cor found himself smiling as Nyx sat him down at a restaurant a block down the road from the drink vendor.

“Ah, I think I should have fed you before getting you that,” Nyx snorted, before he signalled for a waiter. “Of all the people I ever suspected of being lightweights, you weren't even on the list.” Cor hummed, not bothering to dignify that with a response. He wasn’t a lightweight.

The meal was excellent, and Cor was able to enjoy the rest of the festivities with a clearer head as they traveled around; they bumped into several of the Glaives, including Altius and Ostium, but they just wished them a happy solstice before continuing on their way.

“You don’t want to stay with them?” Cor asked, but Nyx shook his head.

“This is a night for us, Cor,” Nyx said, his expression sweet as he pulled them into the dancing crowd. Cor wasn’t a horrible dancer, but he didn’t know the steps; thankfully, Nyx didn’t even wince as Cor tried to figure them out as they went, and they were both laughing as they staggered away a few songs later.

“That could have gone worse, I suppose,” Cor commented, leaning in and giving Nyx a kiss with a heady grin. Nyx wrapped his arms around Cor’s neck and deepened the kiss, which Cor was entirely on board with. After they separated, Nyx took a small box out of the bag he had been carrying and handed it over with a smile.

“Happy Solstice, babe.”

Cor opened the box to discover a candle, and blinked at Nyx, who plucked it out of the box before summoning up a lick of flame to light it before swapping out the box in Cor’s hands with the lit candle.

“It’s traditional, Cor; we are thanking the year for its blessings while welcoming the new one,” Nyx said, before meeting Cor’s eyes directly and waving his arm, indicating everything. “It’s been a good year, hasn’t it?”

Cor didn’t even hesitate, nodding as he watched most of the people light their own candles before turning back to Nyx, wrapping an arm around the shorter man’s waist.

“Thank you, Nyx. This is a wonderful gift.”

A few hours later saw them ensconced in Altius’s apartment (Nyx had borrowed it,) the two settling down into bed (Cor was careful to only have one more of those delightful drinks, and thusly didn’t need to be poured into bed.)

“So where are we going tomorrow?” Nyx said with a smirk, and Cor groaned.

None of those damn Glaives could keep a secret.

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Galdin Quay was amazing. Minus eating and other biological necessities, they didn’t get out of bed for two days straight. Cor couldn’t remember the last time he had been able to do anything like that in general, and certainly not with anyone else. It was heavenly.

“We should do this more often, Cor,” Nyx commented as he ran a hand down Cor’s side, and Cor sighed happily as he shifted and gathered the man into his arms, tucking his face into the side of Nyx’s neck with a little smile.

“Definitely.”

[ff15trashgoldenslumbers]

Reactions of Cor/Ravis/Ardyn to their astral-related s/o sacrificed herself to bring them back from death's grip

Scream crying, Cry screaming! I’m so happy/sad, someone is making me angst someone other than the Chocobros!  (I’m such a monster, for even thinking that) ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚

 ~~~~~

Cor-

For as long as Cor could remember, you were with him, his charm, the one that made him feel immortal. Many only knew of the man in himself, yet few knew of the wife that pushed through each heartache, victory and each death that surrounded the man in his years.

Cor remembered watching you battle along side him with each king he serviced, in a gaurd separate his own, he watched as the world you both lived in became black, he watched you push himself and the other hunters forward each day. Often while pushing yourself to the limit only to stop when your husband demanded it so.

Cor was just outside Insomnia’s ruins, as the final battle took place, you loyally at his side as you always were. Yet maybe it was old age, maybe it was carelessness about finally feeling hope after 10 years of the thought of seeing a sunrise with you again. Yet be as it might, the man was one moment short, before a deamon struck him from behind, you had quickly destroyed it, calling out to your husband in a fear he had never heard fall from your lips.

You cradled him in your lap, as you both watched the Citadel glow a bright blue, only as the light faded did he hear you screaming to the heavens. A loud cry of help, of assistance, in a forgotten language, only for the city of Insomnia to quickly be struck in a blinding light.

As the light faded, Cor, found your roles reversed, now he held you in his lap, looking around the desolate castle, surrounded by Gladiolus, Prompto, Ignis and Noctis! All alive, the man turned to you in his arms, only to see the young woman he had fallen in love with so many years ago, who was too weak to even move.

Cor responded to your request to carry you to your favorite spot within the citadel, all while listening of how you were truly an immortal who had assist the man she had fallen in love with and earned his love in return.

An Astral’s creation send down to him.

Yet you had pleaded with the gods to not kill all that you had learn to love and cherish, the gods took pity on you, only to take you back as a bargain, which you quickly accepted. Now you were slowly leaving this world, and wanted nothing more than to go back to the garden where you had first met.

Cor honored your request, as he stood in the garden, that once held so many memories for the both of you. The older man, held you tight as he stood under the old dead tree where he would often meet you for brief moments, before duty called again.

Cor held you close, as the sun begun to rise for the first time, in so many years of darkness. Cor felt a smile tug on his lips as you looked toward the rising sun, before turning to him. Moving a hand to rest against his cheek, as you smiled so brightly to him.

He watched through your eyes, the countless battles you fought side by side, the love and respect you held for each other, the trials you faced together. Cor watch your lives through your eyes, smiling down to the beauty that was his wife, Cor watched as those lips curved into a soft smile, a single tear falling down your cheek, as those eyes closed to the world.

His best friend, his partner, his will, his wife, his everything. left this world happy in the arms of the man she loved.

Cor held you close, his shoulders shaking as he watched the sun rise for the first time in 10 years. His first of many without you by his side.

~~~~

Ravus

“Father please! Don’t hurt him too! He’s already lost so much!”

Ravus groaned, that voice, it sounded so familiar, so very familiar, only to gasp as he saw you arguing with a large glowing man, Bahamut? The man moved to stand only to groan in pain as he was forced back to the ground, the bile Ardyn’s magic provided still on him. His body felt so heavy, so weak.

“You plead for this human’s life?”

“I do!” You cry.

Ravus gasped as Bahamut turned toward him, the god seeming to be judging him over, before turning back to you.

“Little one, should you save this man’s life you will never be with him again.”

“If I don’t save this man’s life, I’ll never be with him again, Father.” You plead, only for a gasping smile to appear on your face as your Father waved it okay, in doing so you turned to Ravus not far from you, the dark disgusting magic on his body falling off, revealing his human arm regrown.

“Let us go child.” Bahamut called, only to stop when he realized that you weren’t following. “Why do you hesitate, child?”

You fidget looking up to your Astral Father, “Father, may I please say my goodbyes?”

“Make it quick.”

“Thank you, Father.” You bowed before quickly running over to the blonde man, throwing yourself in his arms on the ground. “Ravus, my dear Ravus.”

Ravus hesitated before wrapping his arms around you, hugging you close to his chest, “Y/n, my treasure what have you done?”

“My dear, Ravus, I’m so sorry, I could not protect you, please understand that I love you with every fiber of my being, and that I shall never be away from you.”

“There must be away.” He whispered above your head, pulling your head to his neck, able to feel your for the first time with both arms.

“My Ravus, please, I would sacrifice myself again and again to see you happy.” You cooed, tears falling from your eyes. “I will never love anyone other than you, we will be together again some day, I promise.”

“Young one!”

You turned over your shoulder, “Coming Father!” You called, before turning to those beautiful dual colored eyes before you, unable to stop the tears that began to fall faster. “Do not forget me, My Ravus, my heart.”

“My treasure, I look forward to the day we will be together again.” Ravus replied, before pulling you into a kiss. Feeling you slowly disappearing from his embrace, before finding himself back on the dark landing where he had met his demise to Noctis, no Ardyn! Looking to his left, as he saw a sword, in the colors of gold and white, his hand ghosting over it, before pulling it to his lap.

“I shall never be away from you.” Your voice called, as the man closed his eyes, almost seeing your smiling face.

“Do wait for me, my treasure.” Ravus whispered, pushing his lips to the hilt, before standing as he rushed to go assist Noctis and his friends.

~~~~~~

Ardyn

Ardyn remembered a pain, that little runt Noctis did it, yet his soul could not rest easy, somehow the little Prince, no, King had managed to escape death with the assistance of his little friends. Hundred of decades gone, his vengeance against the Lucian bloodline was all for naught.

“Ardyn, my beloved.”

Ardyn turned, that familiar voice it couldn’t be, you weren’t within the throne room when the battle took place. Turning his head, the man tried finding you, where could you have gone? Did you too perish in this foolish battle forever stuck within limbo, as he now was.

The gods truly were cruel.

“My beloved, Ardyn, you must be so tired. You have been fighting for so very long, please rest easy now.”

The man turned, as he saw you standing there in limbo, your long robes flowing around you, “My Queen,” He chuckled, as you approached him in this inky darkness that surrounded him. “I would believe that you deserve someone other.”

You gave a soft chuckle, reaching your hands out as the man immediately took them, “My beloved, there is no one else I would love to spend another eternity with, yet our time has ended so soon. I thought I alone could help you, stop this madness but even I could not.”

“My Queen, what are you going on about?” Ardyn inquired, as he held your delicate fingers in his hands.

“My Belove, I was able to be with you time and time again, as I am demi-god, one of the Astral’s children. We are far and in between, I have pleaded with the gods, time and time again to allow you to rest from this burden they themselves casted on you, and then so cruelly cast you aside. Only to toy with you again and again, as so with Noctis’ survival.” You explained, caressing the face before you, only to watch as Ardyn tensed, as you drew the deamons from him. “A weaker man would have fallen long ago, yet you did not, My strong King.”

Ardyn stared at the dark orb in your hand, than to you again, “Y/n, how are you able to,”

“I am only able now due to my pact with the gods, this is our good bye my beloved, my Ardyn.” You smiled weakly, placing the orb against your chest. A gasp escaping you, as it fused within you, your robes now turning as inky and black as the night sky.

Ardyn quickly grabbed your biceps, a panicked look in those amber eyes, “You don’t mean as to leave me.”

“I am sick of the gods toying around with the man I love so dear, I shall now become the night, the darkness, the insanity that is within the world. I will take this burden for you, as I had wish to have done so many hundreds of years ago.”

Ardyn pulled you close, “I shall not allow you to do this!”

You giggled, removing his hat, as you pulled his forehead to rest against your own, “Ardyn, you no longer have to be strong. We both know that the gods are so fickle, perhaps one day we shall meet again.”

Ardyn pulled you into a passionate kiss, his hands cradling your face, pulling back as he looked into those eyes that shed tears for him, “I will never stop loving you, until the end of days and more.”

“And I you, my beloved, my King, my Ardyn.” You smiled, as you stepped from his hold, placing his hat to your head, as you slowly watched the man become at peace.

“The gods could be so cruel,” You whispered, feeling the darkness start to creep in your vision. “Is this the pain you felt, My King? I’m sorry you had to burden this for so long.”

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3/26/2017 - Bethel Chu in her mother's arms - Bethel, a name which means house of God (Gen. 28:19 NLT) I shared intimate & precious moments with Bethel during worship service today & also last Sunday in church by exercising self-control with the help of the Holy Spirit & revealing a part of my heart that is perhaps not seen as often as it maybe should be, but one (though prayer, wisdom, and discernment is always needed) that is just as needed & necessary: I let her small hand touch my hand as long as she so desired, let her small finger touch my fingers as long as she so desired, I let her enjoy me by letting her explore my hands & fingers with tactile sensation as long as she so desired. When I saw her face light up with such delight, I smiled right back at her so that she could see it, maybe even grinned with such a big smile that revealed the utter happiness, pleasure, joy, and delight that I felt so sincerely & genuinely from the very fibers of my being about her. 

There were also moments during service last week in which she, while sitting in the pews, was throwing her toys onto the floor not once but multiple times. Despite such, I chose to be loving, gentle, patient, and kind (1 Cor 13:4-13) in the way I treated & disciplined her gently but firmly, helping her to understand through show & tell that this kind of behavior should not be exhibited during worship service. Though it did take a couple tries, she eventually got the message & stopped doing so for the reminder of the worship service. By doing these things, I wanted her to know, to see, to rejoice, and to believe with all her heart, mind, soul, and spirit that despite her failures, flaws, bad behavior that she sometimes exhibits during the times she breaks the rules, and more, not only how much I cherish, love her, and am for her, but also how much her parents cherish, love her & are for her and most importantly of all, how much our good & wonderful God & Heavenly Father cherishes her, is for her, and loves her with a steadfast love/lovingkindness that is better than life (Ps 63:3 ESV/NASB). Though these acts may be seemingly small to most, I did such so that it would be an incredibly intentional & powerful form of Christian witness (God/His Word/the Gospel/His goodness/beauty is seen/heard/proclaimed/celebrated & much is made of the name of Christ) & discipleship onto her.

When I was doing these things onto Bethel, I was aware and also knew that her genuinely concerned & godly mother was watching me do this onto Bethel from afar. Even though she did not stop me as I did these things onto her daughter, I also intended this to be an incredibly intentional & powerful form of Christian witness & discipleship onto Julia as well. During lunch after worship service, I had a long conversation with Julia over the lunch table afterwards. Though it had been a long time since I had a conversation with her at length (for quite understandable reasons - she's married haha), I've always genuinely & sincerely appreciated the way God used her the last time we spoke at length many years ago during a beach trip a time after I had sharply rebuked her boyfriend (now husband) in righteous anger & with tears, after sensing that he would not listen were I to suggest such gently, for not speaking the truth in love to comfort & to encourage me that I had done the right thing, even if it meant running the risk of being alienated from the others (which did happen; oh well, no apologies & regrets) and that she had a godly degree of self-control when we last conversed at length, which meant I could trust her. As such, we talked about the joys & struggles of parenthood, the disapproval she faced from parents in regards to putting aside her career to be a full-time mother at home, the desperation & anxiety that she sometimes felt as a mother about Bethel, and the late hours of the night to which such feelings would keep her up & thinking hard. Though I do not have children of my own as a single man, I could sympathize & understand where she was coming from as these were similar sentiments that I felt & had when making disciples & working with both brothers & sisters outside official ACF meetings not merely confined to such times, but simply as the way that I always did life. I gently but firmly reminded and encouraged Julia, that she & her husband would reap at just the right time (Gal 6:9-10), that none of her & her husband's efforts were in vain (1 Cor 15:58), and that no matter how hard it may seem now, that there is great joy in raising children/that it is a great honor to be a mother (I have utmost respect for her) and to raise & train disciples full-time for the glory of God even if it meant facing disapproval from loved ones/others & that it would all be worth it in the end. I saw Julia's face lighten up considerably after I said those words to her and could tell that she was encouraged & much more relieved than when we first started talking, but in some ways, I didn't really anticipate what she would say next. She asked me directly point blank whether I had ever thought of having children & becoming a father one day. Though I was initially thrown off by her brave heart in asking me such a direct question, I saw her bravery & chose to honor that by answering her with raw honesty & sincerity: that though such a prospect did not occur to me until recently, I was slowly but surely warming up to the possibility of such, as the Lord wills. It was at that point that our conversation ended as she, along with her husband, had to go home to put Bethel to sleep for her afternoon nap & quite appropriately did it end then. In a lot of ways, this conversation is not the first time that such a topic has come up. Not once, not twice, but three times now has this topic come up. What I find so very interesting about all this is that other than from family (understandable), this topic has been brought up to me all three times by three different married sisters & fellow wives in the faith. 

The truth is, I've never really considered romantic relationships, marriage, and fatherhood as something to think more about in my earlier years because I've always been so busy learning so much about God/the Word/the Gospel (I'm only beginning to scratch the surface), learning how to organically disciple both brothers & sisters in every context & setting, learning how to see a brother/sister/man/woman/boy/girl through the Father's eyes, learning what biblical love really is & how to lead in biblical love/the Word/righteousness/selflessness/intimacy, learning how to cultivate spiritual spaces of love/vulnerability/honesty/confession/repentance so that we can all grow & mature in our faith/Christ/our relationship with God, learning how to wring out my life to make disciples for His glory & for the good of those around me, learning how to genuinely encourage/to come alongside the hearts & souls of my sisters not in the creepy hypersexualized way like that found in the culture around us (such utter madness/insanity, oh Lord have mercy), and more. Honestly, I get the same if not similar joy from making disciples of both brothers & sisters, which has been the primary reason why I haven't really considered all that much romantic relationships with the end goal of marriage in mind. However, the more I look around, the more I realize how much decay, sin, destruction, and death is in this broken world, the more aware I become of the many sisters who struggle mightily against comparison & perfection, and I wonder if there is indeed a need to reconsider and to have mercy, especially considering that I am indeed incredibly haunted by the words of Matt Chandler, who made a most profound but apt point indeed: the men who refuse to become husbands & fathers are indeed giving over family, church, city, community, nation, and life over to destruction. 

As this has been quite a recurring topic with me as of recent years, it's led me to more carefully consider the incredibly high standard that I've set, that's remained at that high level ever since the fall of 2012. A decent amount of it has come from the godly brother I've been discipled by, but much of it has also come as a result of meeting & befriending to an intimate degree the only sister (Sister #1) who God used single-handedly to utterly blow my mind out of the water in regards to what a godly woman looks like and the enormous blessing that she was & continues to be onto me & all that she meets even to this very day (even though she's married now, we still remain very good friends to this day). She's not only the kind of godly woman that I was thoroughly impressed by on every level (and thoroughly won over by) but the only kind of woman that I would ever consider pursuing in the hopes that it'd lead to something more & eventually result in marriage. That being said, I don't have any desire to lower that standard whatsoever that was set all those years ago, especially when considering how my friendship with that particular sister has made me a more godly man than I was before I met her, how her godliness inspired me to greater belief & faith in God (If this is what God can do in a sister's heart, He can do anything) and motivated me with her words & godly character like no other sister has to want to mature & grow in Christ & in my faith, and how indeed my heart is filled with utmost thankfulness, appreciation, and gratitude to God Almighty & for what He has done in her heart/soul/spirit/inner being whenever I think of her.

That being said, I conclude with my final words to Bethel Chu. Even though it will likely be many years before you will be able to understand any of what I am saying now, I am glad to have the opportunity now to address these words directly to you: Bethel, I have great faith, hope, and trust in our good God that you are indeed in good hands with very godly parents. Though there is no guarantee that any of the spiritual kindling they gather around your soul will indeed ignite, may you come to know & to believe in our God, our Lord Jesus, and the Gospel, that point in time which represents only the beginning of a wonderful journey indeed. Oh that you would come in the years to grow in ever-abounding & ever-deepening love, awe, wonder, praise, and worship of our God, the kind that bubbles & overflows from the very deepest caverns of who you are, to grow to have a deep knowledge of the Word, to grow to learn to trust in His precious promises no matter what, and to have those promises written ever so close on your heart. May you grow to have a big & tender heart (one filled with love, joy, kindness, compassion, goodness, gentleness, and the other fruits of the Spirit [Gal 5:22-23]), a deep mind, and a brilliant mind and become a godly woman who is passionate about what you want to be passionate about, who is not afraid to pursue her dreams even in the face of outside disapproval/judgment/sexism, and a woman who is not afraid to fail, own up, and to learn from her mistakes. May you grow to be the kind of godly woman who is so strong she can be gentle, so educated she can be humble, so fierce she can be compassionate, and so disciplined that she can be free. May you grow to be an incredibly godly woman who uses her words to encourage, cultivate, and to create spaces in which our God, His Word & Gospel, His faithfulness, His goodness, and His beauty are not only seen, but also heard, proclaimed, and celebrated unto undying end, whose speech/conduct/love/purity make immature boys & men around think twice before messing around with your heart/mind/soul/spirit and motivate them to grow/mature/rise to become more the godly men God created them to be. And finally, may you grow to be a godly woman who knows that she is fearfully & wonderfully made (Ps 139:14-15), who has an underlying strong & confident sense of how wonderfully loved, beloved, and inherently valuable she is before God as a daughter of the Most High (Ps 139:17-18), whose identity is not found in what others (esp. boys or men) think of her or from comparing herself to others or gossiping about others behind their backs or even putting on the false veneer that she can indeed be completely perfect in this life. No, but may you learn to rest in that precious identity as a daughter of the Most High, one that given to you by God Himself by grace & one that can never be taken away by anyone else, and may you above all, learn to forever rejoice in that.

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Okay so. I just have a lot of feelings about Iris Amicitia. She's this fifteen year old girl. LET ME SHOUT THAT AGAIN. SHE IS ONLY FIFTEEN IN THE GAME. And yet she shows a maturity beyond her small lifetime. She knows what her brother's job entails. She knew what her father's job entailed. She's been prepared all her life to lose one if not both of them. And yet, this little brunette spit fire, she doesn't act sad all the time. Infact, we only get to see her cry for maybe a minute in the game! She's determined to put on a brave face and make everyone smile and laugh because that's what she can do. Iris Amicitia just is a person who wants to make everyone as happy as possible even in the most dire of situations. One of her biggest fears is being forgotten or being totally useless. She hates that she couldn't help with Jared. She hates just being useless in general. Hence why she trains with Cor of all people to become this bad ass daemon hunter. She feels somewhat useful in keeping people safe and it makes some nice gil too which she probably uses to make toys for the children of lestallum. She rarely keeps the gil for herself. This girl. This gem of a woman. Even though she never lets it show, she is a lonely person. Her brother is gone a good majority of the time. She barely has any friends that we know of. All of that plus coupled with the fact that her home is gone can make a girl lonely and upset and depressed. All she needs is someone to hug her and tell her she fucking matters. Because she does damn it even if she doesn't see it herself. That was my early morning rant on the lovely flower I call, Iris. Thank you.

[highendheadphones]

Happy Christmas, A Look Back At 2017, Another Great Year!

Hi All,

Both Wendy and myself just wanted to send everyone a a huge thanks for your support over the last 12 months which really did help make 2017 another awesome year for both HiFi Lounge and Highend Headphones, for me I still find it amazing that there really are this many people that love their music and HiFi, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it so thanks again all and I know I have said this before but I really do believe that we have the best customers :-)

Expansion Into New Showrooms

I guess it is only natural to look back over the last 12 months at this time of year and for us I guess one of the major highlights has to be the start of the work for our new showrooms and then seeing them finished, inevitably they took a lot longer than originally planned but we couldn’t be happier with the end results.

Basically the Naim Lounge went from this -

To This -

And the Highend Room From this -

To This -

Another Great Year of Open Days

Again we had some great open days with brilliant turn outs as ever so thanks to everyone who came along, we started with the launch of our Naim Lounge with the Naim Statement and PMC BB5 SE’s really testing out the acoustics of the new room, another highlight was the Devialet Lost Recording evening where we played a Sarah Vaughan Lacquer costing around £7000 that could only be played once and it really did sound amazing.

Then we had our Boys Toys Day II, although the weather was a little hit and miss it was still a brilliant day where we met at HFL for breakfast then went onto dCS to hear some really incredible HiFi, hopefully do another one in 2018, got an interesting idea if we can pull it off so watch this space.

Finally we celebrated our 5th Anniversary in October with a brilliant day where it really was great to see so many familiar faces but the star of the day had to be Peter Thomas, the founder of PMC Speakers, who run our Highend Room all day with an amazing selection of his rare recordings, we really couldn’t fit everyone in the room.

HiFi Road Trips - It’s a Tough Life!

So both Wendy and myself had 2 brilliant trips this year, I was taken to Utah for a Wilson Audio trip I will never forget, the real highlight was a visit to Dave Wilson’s home where I got to hear the incredible WAMM Speakers, without a doubt the most incredible HiFi I have ever heard, if I had a spare 1 million Pounds then I know where it would be going.

Wendy also went galavanting abroad with a trip to the Sennheiser factory in Germany, not sure that was such a good idea though as she ordered a £54,000 HE-1 Orpheus headphone system for the Highend Headphones showroom which should be here early next year all being well, that’s the last time I let her out on her own :-)

Album of the Year 2017

Again it has been a pretty good year for music, thank god it hasn’t seen so many artists pass away like 2016, my favourite albums came down to a choice of 4 really, I’m sure the first one will make people groan a little but for me my most played albums have been James Blunt ‘The Afterlove’, Lorde with ‘Melodrama’, London Grammar’s ‘Truth Is A Beautiful Thing’  and Liam Gallagher’s ‘As You Were’ but the clear winner is easily Lorde for me, such a brilliant album with every song being superb but for me the standout track has got to be ‘Lady Writer’ which really does still give me goosebumps so I highly recommend this if you haven’t tried it, I still can’t believe she is only 21, amazing talent. I also want to give a shout out to ‘Baby Driver’, most definitely my favourite film of the year, the 1st 10 Minutes must be one of the best opening scenes ever plus it has an amazing soundtrack a very cool film.

2017 HiFi Highlights.

Another year with some truly great new products like Chord’s amazing Hugo 2 and quite incredible Blu II, this has really made CD playback relevant for me again, the stunning dCS Network bridge, the beautiful new Sonus Faber Homage range of speakers, another great turntable from Rega with the Planar 6, the brilliant PMC COR amplifier and at long last Naim finally got the new Uniti Range to market and I think it is fair to say it was definitely worth the wait, so all in all not too bad a year really, I am sure next year we will see some more great new products, saying that I have just ordered some new products that I have been promising myself since launching HFL, more news in January :-)

Breaking News

In a nice way to end the year we have just found out that we have been awarded ‘Best Retail Experience 2017’ by PMC Speakers for the 4th year running which is fantastic news, thanks PMC, we love you too :-) press release below.

Best retail experience 2017 – HiFi Lounge

Another multiple winner, HiFi Lounge has now achieved the “Best Retail Experience’ award for four years running, and once again was awarded purely on the basis of customer feedback. the Dunton, Bedfordshire, business has been widely commended for its very warm welcome, stunning surroundings and contagious enthusiasm for PMC loudspeakers.

So there we go, as we say goodbye to 2017 both Wendy and myself would just like to wish everyone a Brilliant Christmas and a Prosperous and Healthy 2018.

Looking forward to seeing what 2018 has to throw at us :-)

Many thanks and all the best,

Regards.

Paul & Wendy.

Christmas Opening Times -

Friday 22nd - PM Only

Saturday 23rd - AM Only

Sunday 24th - Closed

Monday 25th - Closed

Tuesday 26th - Closed

Wednesday 27th - Closed

Thursday 28th - AM Only

Friday 29th - AM Only

Saturday 30th - AM Only

Sunday 31st - Closed

Monday 1st - Closed

Tuesday 2nd - Back Open As Normal