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[aspendruid]

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[theegyal]

Hush, [Annie x Smoke ]

Chapter 9 : Family Reunion

Silence felt in the room, hanging between them like a death threat. Their breath sliced through the sanitized air and the steady beep of the heart monitor. Olivia's perfectly curated composure cracked, the fine lines of it splintering across her face.

Elijah pushed himself up, the flimsy hospital gown scrapped against his skin and the dull throb in his skull was nothing compared to the storm brewing in his mind. He looked at the blonde woman standing by his bed, and saw a total stranger.

"Darling," Olivia began, her voice a strained. "You're confused. The seizure—"

"Tss girl I ain't confused," he cut her off. The voice that came out was not Smoke's lazy drawl. It was pure Delta mud, thick with the accent he hadn't used in years.

"I'm tired. Tired of this room. Tired of whoever you are."

Olivia visibly twitched. A flash of disgust crossed her features before she masked it with concern.

"Smoke, listen to your voice. You're not speaking clearly. We need to call the doctor, help you get oriented—"

"Ain't nothin' wrong with how I talk," he said, his eyes narrowing. "You don't even know me" He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his bare feet hitting the cold floor.

A bright memory hit him again: Annie, laughing in the kitchen, flour on her nose. The scent of collards and bacon. Her cry of joy when the pregnancy test came back positive.

He stabbed the call button beside the bed with his thumb, his gaze never leaving Olivia's. "I want you to git."

A nurse appeared at the door. "Is everything alright, Mr. Moore?"

"No," he said calmly, his southern accent ringing with authority in the sterile room. "I want this woman gone. She ain't my family. Don't know that girl, ma'am"

12:10 AM

Humiliation burned hotter than any scratch on Olivia's face. She stormed down the hallway, her heels clicking like gunshots against the tile.

She didn't slow until she was in the privacy of a hospital stairwell, the heavy fire door slamming shut behind her. Fumbling in her purse, she pulled out her phone and dialed, her fingers shaking with rage.

"Roberts," a nervous voice answered on the second ring.

"He's awake," she hissed, foregoing any greeting. "And he's a mess. He's talking like some backwoods farmer. He threw me out."

"Ms Manson, I—"

"I don't need your excuses," she snapped. "I need a solution. Whatever you gave him, it's wearing off. I need something stronger. Something to put him back under, to quiet all this... noise in his head. Do you understand me? "

"But his seizures—a higher dose could be dangerous—"

"I don't care about dangerous!" she shrieked into the phone. "I care about fixing what that ghetto woman broke. I want my husband back. Fix it, or I will tell my father your part in this has become a liability."

She ended the call without waiting for a reply, a venomous smile touching her bruised lips.

12:15 AM

Outside, the hospital doors had slid shut, leaving Annie and Stack in, the now raining street. Annie sank into the passenger seat of Stack's car, her body hollowed out, staring blankly as he buckled a fussing Lois into the back.

"They gon' come for us," she whispered, shaking. "After what I did...they'll take Lois."

"Let them try," Stack said. He slammed the driver's side door, the car rocking with the force. "Don't stress about it Annie."

He looked over at her, his usual smirk gone, replaced by a grim resolve. "I ain't lettin' 'em touch you or my niece. Not ever, I'm Stack don't for Goddamn sake ! Ain't Carol told ya what we used to do ?"

She laughed bittersweet at his joking tone.

He hadn't even turned the key in the ignition when a woman in scrubs approached the passenger side's window, tapping gently on the glass.

Annie flinched, expecting security. Stack tensed, ready to peel out.

She hesitantly rolled the window down. It was a doctor, her face tired but kind.

"Ma'am?" She said, looking directly at Annie. "Are you Annie Moore?"

Annie looked at stack before nodding hesitantly. Her heart knotted in her chest.

"Mr. Elijah Moore is awake," the doctor said. "And he's asking for you. Specifically. He won't speak to anyone else until he sees you and his daughter."

12:25 AM

Dr. Roberts hung up the phone, his hand trembling so badly he nearly dropped the receiver. The blood drained from his face. Liability. That was the word that snake used. He knew what that meant when it came from Colonel Manson's daughter.

He was disposable. Just like Clayman was.

He paced his office, sweat beading on his forehead. For months, he'd been caught between two fears: the powerful, political influence of the Colonel, and the immediate threat in Elias Moore's eyes.

I will peel your life apart piece by piece. Wife, kids, your whole damn gene pool.

Stack's threat was no idle boast. It was a deadly promise. Roberts looked at the framed photo on his desk : his smiling wife, his two young sons at a picnic.

His choice was made.

He snatched up the phone again, his fingers fumbling as he dialed the number Stack had burned into his memory.

Stack's phone buzzed just as Annie was getting out of the car. He glanced at the caller ID: UNKNOWN. He almost ignored it, but a gut feeling made him answer, hitting the speakerphone button.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Moore? Mr. Elias Moore?" The voice was panicked, breathless. "It's Dr. Roberts."

Stack smirked, drumming his fingers on the door handle. "Damn. My dear grown-ass best friend. You got some for me ?"

"She called me!" Roberts blurted out, the words tumbling over each other. "Olivia Manson, the daughter of the colonel ! She wants him sedated! A stronger dose. She wants to—Look, she's on her way to my clinic to make sure I do it. I just want peace for my family—"

"Clayman also had one. Tch" Stack responded before hanging up.

12:30 AM

Annie took a deep breath, the cool, rain-washed air doing little to calm the frantic beating of her heart. She unbuckled Lois from the car seat. Her daughter, looked at her sucking her tiny thumb.

Holding her baby tight against her chest felt like holding onto an anchor in a raging storm.

"You sure 'bout this?" Stack asked, calming his nerves from the conversation with Roberts

"He asked for her," Annie answered "He asked for his daughter. I'm taking her to him."

She closed the back door and, with one last look at Stack, turned to follow the doctor back into the hospital, Lois's small head nestled in the crook of her neck.

Stack watched them go until the automatic doors slid shut, swallowing them whole. He was left alone in the car, the rhythmic thump of the windshield wipers counting off seconds like a metronome of dread. He scanned the hospital entrance, waiting, watching.

A bitter helplessness gnawed at him. He could hotwire a car in ninety seconds, but here, he was pinned. Trapped. Manson had him by the throat with a single word: deserter.

If he acted out, that bastard would burn them both. The official story would leak, and Elijah wouldn't just be a man with amnesia : he would be a traitor to his country. They'd be buried so deep in a federal prison, they'd never see the sun again.

Frustration boiled in his throat. He slammed his palm against the steering wheel. He couldn't do this alone. He needed backup. He needed someone who wasn't afraid to get their hands dirty, someone who played by their own rules.

He needed Carol.

He pulled out his phone, his thumb hovering over her number, he didn't save a name, never need it. A wave of shame washed over him. He had no right to call this number. No right to even breathe her name. The last time he'd asked her for help, she'd paid for it with four years of her life behind bars while he ran.

Fuck— He never once visited her.

Stack swallowed the acid taste in his throat and pressed dial.

The line clicked open on the third ring.

"Mmh... you sure got a whole lotta nerve," was all she said. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with so much ice it burned.

"Carol," he started, his own voice sounding hollow.

"Nah. Don't," she cut him off. "Don't say my name like it still belong in yo mouth. I see this number, I know it's you. You got two seconds 'fore I block this number for the rest of my natural-born life. One... two—"

"It's about Annie,"he blurted out, the words rushing from him. "She's in trouble. Can lost Lois and all, if we ain't act quick"

There was a dead, loaded silence on the other end. He could hear her breathing, a slow, controlled inhale. He knew she was weighing her love for Annie against her hatred for him.

"The last time you told me to help you?" she said, her voice dangerously quiet, "I woke up in jail, pendejo. Tch... talk Elias. And you better pray to whatever sad-ass God still answer your calls that you ain't lyin'."

Stack explained everything, the words tumbling out of him : Manson, the amnesia, the fake life with Olivia, the drugs, the foreclosure. He told her everything, holding nothing back.

When he finished, he heard a sound, something crashing on floor. Yes, Carol Montenegro was pissed. Annie was her everything. Her sister, her best friend. However, something didn't sit right : Stack. That chico had a some balls to call her.

"So, the big daddy Elias Moore finally done got his dumb ass caught in a mud-shit he can't shoot his way out of," she mused, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "And now you come callin' on the dirty Ol' Delta whore you left to rot. That about right?"

"Carol, I—"

"Save it," she snapped. "I ain't doin' a damn thing for you. I wouldn't piss on you if you was on fire, Moore. You hear me? Not even a drop. But Annie..."

Her voice softened, just for a second, the loyalty and love for her friend cutting through everything else. "They not touchin' her baby. Not her man, neither."

"So you'll help?" he asked, barely daring to breathe.

"I'll help Nia," Carol corrected him fiercely. "This ain't for you. You and me ? We square chico, you hear me? We're nothin'. I'm getting back to Chicago tonight. You tell my girl I'm comin'. And this little snow bunny bitch? Don't you worry about her. I'll handle it. I learned a thing or two during these four years in prison."

Before he could respond, she hung up.

12:35 AM

Annie followed the doctor down the quiet hall, Lois's soft breaths warming her neck. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic mix of hope and fear.

When the doctor pushed open the door to Elijah's room and stepped aside, Annie paused on the threshold, her breath catching in her throat.

He was sitting up on the edge of the bed. His eyes, the warm, deep brown eyes she knew better than her own, were clear. And they were fixed on her.

He didn't speak. He couldn't. His gaze dropped from her face to the small child in her arms. Lois,m stared back at him, giggling, laughing.

Annie slowly walked into the room, the door clicking softly shut behind her.

"Elijah," she whispered. She was on the verge of crying, her voice breaking.

"Annie," he breathed her name as an apology, a prayer, a homecoming. He patted the empty space on the bed beside him.

She sat down, carefully shifting Lois onto her lap so she was facing her father.

For a long moment, they just looked at each other, a broken family trying to find the shape of itself again.

Elijah lifted his hand, his movements hesitant. He gently caressed Lois's soft, curly hair. His thumb stroked her chubby cheek. "She... she got my mama's nose," he murmured, his voice infused with melancholy. Tears flowed down his cheeks.

Lois was bubbly. She didn't cry. She gurgled, a happy, inquisitive sound, and reached out with a tiny hand, her small fingers wrapping around his thumb. She held on tight.

Elijah let out a shaky breath, a sound that was half sob, half laugh. He looked from his daughter's perfect face to his wife's. "I'm sorry, baby," he whispered, his eyes pleading with hers. "I don't remember everything yet. It's... it's all foggy. But I remember you. I remember lovin' you so much it hurt."

Annie couldn't hold back her own tears any longer. She sobbed freely, she couldn't care less if her face was ugly.

"Mmh—aah" she wailed like an infant, catching Lois mischievous eyes.

All the silent tears of relief and grief and overwhelming love, damping her face, reddened her eyes.

She leaned forward, resting her forehead against his, closing her eyes. Lois was a warm, living bridge between them.

"You're here," Annie exhaled painfully near his mouth . "You're just... you're here."

"I'm here," he promised, his other hand coming up to cup her face, his thumb wiping away her tears. "And I ain't goin' nowhere ever again."

"Welcome home, papa" She smiled, heart full of joy, butterflies flying in her stomach.

As if she could understand something, Lois gurgled, her thumb wet in her mouth :

"Baba ! Bwaba"

The three of them laughed. Allowing themselves to taste the happiness they had been deprived of, for ages.

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[boaillustration]

The Artisul team was kind enough to send me their Artisul D16 display tablet to review! Timelapse and review can be found under the read more.

I have been using the same model of display tablet for over 10 years now (a Wacom Cintiq 22HD) and feel like I might be set in my ways, so getting the chance to try a different brand of display tablet was also a new experience for me!

The Unboxing 

The tablet arrived in high-quality packaging with enough protection that none of the components get scratched or banged up in the shipping process. I was pleasantly surprised that additionally to the tablet, pen, stand, cables and nibs it also included a smudge guard glove and a pen case. 

The stand is very light-weight and I was at first worried that it would not be able to hold up the tablet safely, but it held up really well. I appreciated that it offered steeper levels of inclination for the tablet, since I have seen plenty other display tablets who don’t offer that level of ergonomics for artists. My only gripe is that you can’t anchor the tablet to the stand. It will rest on the stand and can be easily taken on or off, but that also means that you can bump into it and dislodge it from the stand if you aren’t careful. It would require significant force, but as a cat owner, I know that a scenario like that is more likely than I’d like.

Another thing I noticed is how light the tablet is in comparison to my Cintiq. Granted, my Cintiq is larger (22 inches vs the 15.8 inches of the Artisul D16), but the Artisul D16 comes in at about 1.5kg of weight. While I don’t consider display tablets that require a PC and an outlet to work really portable, it would be a lot easier to move with the Artisul D16 from one space to another. In comparison, my Cintiq weighs in at a proud 8.5kg, making it a chore to move around. I have it hooked up to a monitor stand to be able to move it more easily across my desk.

The Setup

The setup of the tablet was quick as well, with only minor hiccups. The drivers installed quickly and basic setup was done in a matter of minutes. That doesn’t mean it came without issues: the cursor vanished as soon as I hovered over the driver window, making it a guessing game where I would be clicking and the pen calibration refused to work on the tablet screen and instead always defaulted to my regular screen. I ended up using the out of the box pen calibration for my test drawing which worked well enough.

The tablet comes with customizable hot-keys that you can reassign in the driver software. I did not end up using the hot-keys, since I use a Razer Tartarus for all my shortcuts, but I did play around with them to get a feel for them. The zoom wheel had a very satisfying haptic feel to it which I really enjoyed, and as far as I could tell, you can map a lot of shortcuts to the buttons, including with modifier keys like ctrl, shift, alt and the win key. I noticed that there was no option to map numpad keys to these buttons, but I was informed by my stream viewers that very few people have a full size keyboard with a numpad anymore. 

The pen comes with two buttons as well. Unlike the hot-keys on the side of the tablet, these are barely customizable. I was only able to assign mouse clicks to them (right, left, scroll wheel click, etc) and no other hotkeys. I have the alt key mapped to my pen button on my Cintiq, enabling me to color pick with a single click of the pen. The other button is mapped to the tablet menu for easy display switches. Not having this level of customization was a bit of a bummer, but I just ended up mapping the alt key to a new button on my Razer Tartarus and moved on.

The pen had a very similar size to my Wacom pen, but was significantly lighter. It also rattled slightly when shook, but after inspection this was just the buttons clicking against the outer case and no internal issues. The pen is made from one material, a smooth plastic finish. I would have liked for there to be a rubber-like material at the grip like on the Wacom pen for better handling, but it still worked fine without it.

Despite not being able to calibrate the pen for the display tablet, the cursor offset was minimal. It took me a while at the beginning to get used to the slight difference to my current tablet, but it was easy to get used to it and I was able to smoothly ink and color with the tablet. The screen surface was very smooth, reminding me more of an iPad surface. The included smudge guard glove helped mitigate any slipping or sliding this might have caused, enabling me to draw smoothly. Like with the cursor offset, it took me a while to get used to the different pressure sensitivity of the tablet, but I adapted quickly.

So what do I think of it?

Overall, drawing felt different on this tablet, but I can easily see myself getting used to the quirks of the tablet with time. Most of the issues I had were QoL things I am used to from my existing tablet. 

But I think that’s where the most important argument for the tablet comes in: the price.

I love my Cintiq. I can do professional grade work on it and I rebought the same model after my old one got screen issues, I liked it that much. But it also costs more than a 1000 € still, even after being on the market for over 10 years (I bought it for about 1.500 € refurbished in 2014, for reference). The Artisul D16 on the other hand runs you a bit more than 200€. That is a significant price difference! I often get asked by aspiring artists what tools I use and while I am always honest with them, I also preface it by saying that they should not invest in a Cintiq if they are just starting out. They are high quality professional tools and have a price point that reflects that. You do not need these expensive tools to create art. You can get great results on a lot cheaper alternatives! I do this for a living so I can justify paying extra for the QoL upgrades the Cintiq offers me, but I have no illusion that they are an accessible tool for most people. 

I can recommend the Artisul D16 as a beginner screen tablet for people who are just getting into art or want to try a display tablet for once. I wouldn’t give up my Cintiq for it, but I can appreciate the value it offers for the competitive price point. If you want to get an Artisul D16 for yourself, you can click this link to check out their shop!

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Once again thank you to the Artisul team for giving me the opportunity to review their display tablet!

[umathurwin]

you're the treasure, dive down deeper still

jj maybank x f!reader; nsfw 18+

Summary: Y/N just wants one evening to herself in a bar, alone. Is that so much to ask?

Well, for JJ, it is.

tags, warnings, and more on ao3!

“Come here often?”

She cringed. It wasn’t like she didn’t expect people to talk to her; it’s a Kook bar, and most of them were massive extroverts, but she still wasn’t in the mood to make any conversation. Y/N pasted on the not-very-apologetic “sorry, not interested” look on her face before turning and replacing it immediately with a grimace when she saw the messy blonde hair. “Ugh, go away.”

JJ’s mouth dropped open in fake-shock, slapping a palm to the buttons on his vest—clearly part of some uniform. “Now now, Elsa. Why the cold shoulder?”

“That’s not even a good joke,” Y/N wrinkled her nose and took a sip from her drink. “How do you manage to work at every well-off establishment on this freakin’ island?”

“Labor shortage.”

“What do you want?” she asked monotonously.

“To talk to you.” JJ set an arm to casually lean onto the counter, and acted like his hand didn’t slip a little on the varnished oak surface.

“Are you even allowed to be talking to me?” she asked, glancing over to see if any management was monitoring this boldly lazy employee. They were not.

“Of course I am. In fact, right now, I’m telling you all about the special drinks we have tonight,” JJ winked, waving his arms to give mock-recommendations.

“I don’t drink.” JJ’s eyes flickered down to the sweating drink sitting in front of her. “It’s Diet Coke, smartass.”

He snorted. “Didn’t even say anything, princess,” he muttered, rubbing his jaw like he’d been punched.

Y/N’s back stiffened. “Don’t call me that.” She turned away from him in the hopes that he wouldn’t catch the apples of her cheeks heating up.

“Why?” he cooed, tilting his head cheerlessly. “You’ve liked it before.”

“Stop.”

“And you kind of are one. I mean, your father owns half the boardwalk. Dontcha sometimes feel like royalty in this little town? Guess that makes me your court jester.”

“Don’t talk about my dad.”

“Mm, sensitive topic? Is that why you’re so nervous that I’m chatting with you? You think I’m gonna mess up that sweet reputation you have if word gets out you’ve been getting fucked by a Pogue?”

“JJ—!”

“Or are you that flustered because you’re thinking about the last time we were together?”

“Please, d—”

“’Cause if that’s the reason, I honestly don’t blame you. I think about it, too. Have you ever cum that hard before in your life?”

“Why are you doing this?” she asked, now just burying her face in her hands because it was definitely bright red by now. “Don’t you have some Cameron clan member to piss off?”

“Not ‘til 10,” he shrugged. “Until then, I’ll be here, taking empty glasses from rich people, replacing them with full ones, and whispering things in your ears that’ll make you cross your legs.”

“And what if I leave?”

He sighed, finally taking his weight off the counter and stepping away from her. “That’s the funny thing, doll. You always come back.”

***

JJ had to hold onto the headrest of the driver’s seat to keep himself stable while rocking his hips. A bead of sweat dropped off his forehead and plopped down onto Y/N’s body, but she was far too preoccupied to notice or care.

“Didn’t have to prove me right so soon, baby,” he teased, relishing the way her back arched up into him to increase their contact. “We didn’t even leave the parking lot.”

She whined. “Be nice.”

He bottomed out, leaning down to hungrily kiss her. “I think I’m bein’ real nice to you right now, sweetheart.”

Y/N gasped at his cock pressing against that one spot, digging her fingernails into the flesh on his back. “You’re gonna—fuck—get in trouble,” she whined, hand reaching up and streaking down the fogged window. His brain melted; as cliché as it was, it’s fucking hot.

She was unfortunately right, and if he isn’t careful getting back inside for his shift, she was gonna really be right. “Don’t care,” he gritted out anyways. “I’ll lose a thousand jobs for a chance to get this pussy.”

“M’gonna cum,” she admitted, and he could honestly tell. Her walls pulsed around him, threatening to release at any minute.

“Mm, really?” he purred, forehead dropping down. “M’little princess is gonna cum all over my cock? So good for me, and what did I do to deserve this?”

“Fucked me right,” she choked out in between thrusts, and boy, if that didn’t stroke his ego.

“Oh yeah? Like this?” JJ picked up his pace just a bit, slamming his hips against hers even harder, resulting in a delicious noise echoing around the cab of his truck.

In return, her eyes flew back and her entire body shuddered, her pussy clenching down around his cock and becoming suddenly so much wetter. He didn’t stand a fucking chance, and came with a shameless moan shortly after.

Redressing was the worst fucking part, for both of them. It was silent, and tense, two things JJ refused to subject himself to.

“Same time next week?” he joked, chest fluttering slightly and eyes darting around conspicuously. He always made some form of joke to cut the thick air between them (which she enjoyed, unbeknownst to him), but never anything about meeting again. It was supposed to stop happening, anyways.

Y/N sniffled after tugging her dress and heels back on. “S’exactly my problem, isn’t it? You know I’ll always be back.”

JJ forced a smile that lasted until she ambled out of the car and slammed the door behind her, leaving him alone in a steamy ass truck cab.

[louiseolivier]

Late Night Confessions

Read below or on AO3

fix-it fic. hurt Tommy. Very PG-13 rated. nothing crazy. Edited because I forgot a v brief sex description. 😬

Buck didn’t hear his phone ringing the first or second time it happened. He was deep enough in sleep that it may have filtered into his dreams, but any memory of those dissipated when his phone began ringing a third time. This time, the sound pulled him from sleep, but it probably had more to do with the fact that someone was also banging on his door. 

Because the phone was closest and he was still groggy, he answered it first, pushing himself into a seated position. “Hello?”

“Buck? I’m outside, man. You need to let me in.” 

Eddie. The feeling of disappointment was automatic. 10 weeks on, and he still had hope for another voice. Buck swung his feet over the side of the bed, eyes still closed, still half asleep. Awareness was slow going, but eventually, the questions started coming. Why was Eddie calling him? Why was he at the front door? What time was it anyway? Buck cracked an eye open. The loft was dark sans the ambient light coming from the buildings outside. It was the middle of the night, and Eddie was at his front door. Fear and nausea bubbled up in his chest, afraid of what he was about to ask. “Christopher?”

“Tommy,” Eddie corrected a waver in his voice. 

Buck was out of bed and tripping down the stairs. He slipped halfway down, caught himself on the banister, and slid on his ass the last few steps. Adrenaline was pumping, so he didn’t notice how hard he hit his tailbone or the scrape on his forearm that was pooling pinpricks of blood.

He opened the door, and Eddie walked in. Eddie pulled Buck’s hoodie off the coat rack Tommy hung for him and tossed it to Buck. “I forgot your key. I don’t suppose you have any of his clothes or the key to his place?” Eddie asked. 

Buck put on the hoodie and sat in a kitchen chair to put on the shoes Eddie tossed him. “I don’t,” Buck lied. He didn’t have a key, but he did have one of Tommy’s flannels, and the pajama pants Buck was wearing were Tommy’s, too. Those, along with a bottle of body wash that Buck sniffed to masturbate or cry to (sometimes it happened at the same time), never made it into the box back to Tommy. 

“That’s okay. I’m sure there’s a key with his possessions. We can get it from the hospital when we get there. Where’s your wallet and keys?”

“Dresser upstairs.” Buck shoved his foot into his shoe and called after Eddie. “He’s going to be okay?” He hated how much his voice cracked.

“He’ll live.” Eddie jogged down the stairs and opened the door, waiting for Buck to finish dressing. “He was conscious when they brought him in. The woman I talked to didn’t have a lot of details. He was in a car accident and was still in imaging when she called. Ready?”

Buck nodded, walked to the door, and pocketed the wallet and his phone that Eddie handed him. He called the elevator while Eddie locked the door behind him and asked, “How’d you find out?”

The elevator door dinged open. They got on, and Eddie said, “I’m his emergency contact.”

“Oh,” Buck said and blinked back the tears that started to sting. 

&&&&&&&&&

A teenager ran a red light and t-boned Tommy’s truck. Against the odds, the kid wasn’t drunk, just not paying attention. The driver’s side door crumpled into Tommy’s thigh, and a malfunctioning airbag meant Tommy’s head knocked against the side window before it was deployed. The glass cracked and embedded into his right temple. He had a concussion, and they were keeping an eye out for swelling. No fractures to his femur, but he had moderate bruising to his thigh and was being monitored in case they needed to drain the hematoma. All of it together meant Tommy was going to be grounded and on crutches for a month or two.  

Buck listened to the doctor and Eddie discuss how lucky Tommy was, and how it could have been so much worse. He bounced on his soles, wanting to escape into Tommy’s room. He was less than 50 feet away, but he was terrified of being stopped, of being told he was no longer on the list and, therefore, must be excluded. 

Eddie caught his eye and nodded towards the room and that was all the permission Buck needed. He slinked behind the doctor, avoided eye contact with the nurses, and slipped inside Tommy’s room to find that Tommy wasn’t alone. 

The man sitting next to Tommy’s bed was lean, with a long face and tan skin. He was probably around Tommy’s age and had soft brown eyes that watched Tommy worriedly. That was until Buck interrupted his vigil. The man looked up in surprise, but then a resigned understanding crossed his face. “You’re Buck,” he said quietly.

Buck nodded. “And you're...”

A sad grin crossed his face. “A placeholder.”

“Sorry?” Buck said with a shake of his head. 

“Don’t mind me, I'm being maudlin. I’m Mateo. Or Matt. He’s called me both. Although, I doubt he’s mentioned me at all.”

The name did ring a bell, and Buck quickly flipped through the rolodex of information he collected about Tommy—a sadly thin collection. One of the things he realized during their time apart was Buck barely knew anything about Tommy’s past. The person he was before he met Buck. He’d give an anecdote about the army or his childhood, hints of who he was under Gerrard, but never enough to tell the whole story. Buck hit a crisis point on whether he knew Tommy at all. The cool and confident guy he fell for crumbled when Buck suggested they move in together. Was it all a facade? What depths of trauma was Tommy hiding? 

10 weeks was a long time, and the conclusion Buck settled on was that the kind, tender man who showed up for him was real. That his surface cynicism was real, but so was the covert romantic. In the end, Tommy loved him. Or at least he was close. Close enough that Buck scared him so bad he bolted. And in that time, instead of being soured by the arms-length Tommy held him at, Buck had only become even more certain that Tommy was his best chance for happiness. Maddie promised the universe would send him someone, but the fact was, it already happened, and Buck wasn’t giving up. 

He had thought the ball was in Tommy’s court. He made the mess, and as soon as Tommy pulled his head from his ass, he’d be back at Buck’s door ready to explain. But standing there, after a close call, and with a man who seemed half in love with his ex, Buck realized he would have to take the reins and lead them back to each other. There was no other ending he’d accept. 

Mateo blinked at him expectantly, and Buck suddenly remembered a scorching day in July. It was after the 4th, and they were staying at Tommy’s because, despite the blackout curtains and the building's A/C, his one-story bungalow consistently stayed five degrees cooler than Buck’s loft. They sat on either end of Tommy’s couch, legs tangled, while a Dodgers game played, volume low on the TV, and Buck was giving Tommy an internet quiz on where to vacation based on his favorite desserts. 

Tommy picked a lemon tart over a chocolate gateau, and Buck was questioning whether he should ever let that man inside his body ever again when Tommy’s phone pinged with a text message. Tommy picked up his phone, and his face morphed from mild interest into a scrunchy smile of pleasure. He chuckled and started to type. Another message came through because Tommy’s eyes widened, and a high “Hello!” popped out. 

“What?” Buck asked with a hesitant smile. 

“I just got a dick pic.” Tommy chuckled, shook his head, and continued to type. 

“What?! Let me see.” Buck was on his knees, shuffling between Tommy’s legs. He still had a smile plastered on, but it was more strained than amused. 

“No,” Tommy said and looked a little shocked that Buck even asked. 

“Seriously?” Buck reached out, but Tommy moved his phone away.

“This isn’t a random dick, Evan. I know this guy. Look, I get it if you’re weirded out. I’m deleting the picture.” Buck sat back on his heels and watched Tommy tap his phone. “There. Gone.” Tommy flashed Buck the screen long enough to show only text bubbles, but not long enough for him to read them.  

“Who is he? Ex-boyfriend?”

“Mateo? No. K, I told him I’m off the market, so no more surprise penises.” Tommy tossed the phone onto the coffee table and wrapped his massive hands around Buck’s waist. “There’s only one dick I’m interested in.” He pulled Buck flush against him and proceeded to kiss him into oblivion. 

Even back then, there was a part of Buck that knew he was being distracted, a tactic to keep him from digging deeper, but the larger implication wasn’t something that even crossed his mind until after Tommy was gone. It infuriated him.

“You texted him,” Buck told the other man. He moved to Tommy’s other side, desperate to touch but not wanting to overstep while this new wrinkle blinked sad eyes up at him. “Back in July,” he added. The lighting was dim, but Buck was pretty sure he saw pink creep into Mateo’s cheeks and neck. “He didn’t show me if-if that’s what you were wondering.”

“It crossed my mind,” Mateo said, his eyes not quite meeting Buck’s.

“Were you with him?” Buck asked. 

“I was,” Mateo answered and lifted his right hand to show his pinky and ring finger splinted and taped together. “I got lucky.”

“Are you two fucking?” Buck hated how thin his voice sounded. He knew the answer, but he craved the pain of confirmation. 

“Yes, but it’s not what you’re thinking. I’m his designated rebound.”

“10 weeks is pretty long for a rebound,” Buck bit out. His rebound was a pretty, petite redhead who bounced on his dick and moaned like a porn star. It was fun in the moment, but when she left, Buck wanted to scour himself with a Brillo pad. His next hook-up was a man who had a passing resemblance to Tommy. Buck had thought he’d be able to purge whatever residual feelings he had left and come out on the other side with a clean slate. It didn’t work out. Again, the sex was fun, but after, Buck locked himself in his bathroom until the guy left. After that, he went back to baking and since picked up cake decorating. He was getting pretty damn good at that too.

“It’s only been three, actually. I was seeing someone up ‘til then. Like back in July, he was seeing you when I called.” Still gazing at Tommy, Mateo said, “He loves you, but there came a point where protecting himself overrode that. Funny, since usually he’s the one who gets left.” His head snapped up to look at Buck, and he pointedly asked, “Do you love him? I’m assuming you do since you’re here, but I need to know.”

Buck nodded, unwilling to say those words to anyone until Tommy heard them first. 

“Good. Tommy and I have been doing this dance for five years, and his walking away from you tore him to ribbons in a way no one else has. And I was around for the Chester debacle. He’s stubborn, more broken than he lets on, and he’s VERY good at compartmentalizing. But I can promise you, you won’t regret giving him a second chance. You’re going to have to be willing to fight for it, though. Like I said, he’s stubborn.”

“I’m ready,” Buck promised. “I’m so fucking angry at him for putting us in this situation, but I get it. I do. I just want him back.”    

Mateo stood. He bent over Tommy, the fingers of his good hand carding through Tommy’s curls, and he bumped their noses together. Softly, he said, “I hope to god I never see you again.” He chuckled deep in his chest and kissed the corner of Tommy’s mouth. Mateo moved to the door but paused long enough to squeeze Buck’s forearm. “If he asks, tell him I left because he’s better off in your hands, and he knows that.” Mateo gave Tommy one last look and then exited the room. 

Surreal was how Buck felt, but he buried it and sat in the chair next to Tommy. He took Tommy’s hand in his and let himself fully feel for the first time since Eddie came banging at his door. He let the tears form and fall and pressed Tommy’s slack hand against his cheek. His anger still simmered somewhere low in his belly, but relief won out. Even the idea of a second chance could have been snuffed out in an instant if the accident had gone differently, and Buck cried tears of joy that was not the case. 

“You get 24 hours,” he told Tommy. “Once they release you, you get 24 hours of me doting on you, deferring to you, but after that? Holy shit, are we going to have it out. Because, seriously, how dare you make unilateral decisions for me. Especially since we both know they’re bullshit. After that, we should give ourselves a month to just be. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed waking up with you and watching all the dumb movies you think I need to watch, and just how easy it used to be. I think we deserve that reprieve because it’s going to get real hard after that. I’m going to tell you about Daniel and my parents and my exes, and you’re going to do the same even though I know you’re going to fight me on it. We need to talk about all the hard shit we avoided the first six months of our relationship. Like how much I hate basketball,” Buck ended with a chuckle. 

The door swished open, and Eddie stepped inside. “Any change?”

“No, he’s still asleep.”

Eddie stepped up to the bed and held Tommy’s ankle. “The doctor said he was acting agitated, so they gave him a sedative. Said it should wear off in another hour. I talked to the night duty nurse. She said you can stay as long as you're quiet and your presence doesn’t upset him, but you need to be gone by shift change.”

Buck nodded and gave Eddie a watery thin, “Thank you.” He cleared his throat and added, “I’m glad you let him depend on you.”

“That man is his own worst enemy, but he needed someone to be in his corner, and, well, I needed someone to care for. Even if that only meant drinking beer, eating fast food, and watching whatever sport was on TV.”

“Did you know about Mateo?”

Eddie looked behind him at the closed door, then back at Buck. “Is that who left?” Buck nodded, and Eddie said, “I have no idea who he is or what he means to Tommy. Is he going to be a problem?”

“No.”

Eddie nodded and patted Tommy’s ankle. “I should probably go. I’ll be back sometime tomorrow, but text me if anything changes. Okay?”

“Yeah. Hey, Eddie? Thank you. Thank you for including me.”

“You know, I almost didn’t. I don’t know what the answer is, Buck. I’ve watched the two of you act like smitten kittens that look at each other like the other hangs the moon. On the flip side, he crushed your heart and his own because...he loves you? Because your relationship falling apart was inevitable? Just as a warning, I don’t think he’s ready. But I also know your powers of persuasion and your need to at least confront him since he left. And to be fair, I cheated on my girlfriend and traumatized my son because I wanted to live the fantasy with a clone of my wife, so I have no room to judge.”

Buck kissed the back of Tommy’s hand before placing it on the bed. He got up and embraced Eddie tightly, thanking his friend again for giving him the opportunity for another chance, even if Eddie was dubious of their reconciliation.

Eddie chuckled and said, “Honestly, at this point, good luck. Either you guys figure it out, or you don’t. Just know, if it falls apart again, you’re getting me in the divorce.” 

Buck grinned, gave Eddie one last squeeze, and pushed him away. “Go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With Eddie gone, Buck flipped the chair around to watch Tommy’s face head-on. He brushed the curls on Tommy’s head before sitting down and clasping their hands together. “I love you,” Buck told him. “I’ll tell you again when you wake up, and every morning we’re together. I’ll keep telling you even after you finally accept it to be true because you’re not just my last, Tommy. You’re my only.” 

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Love, Lies And Loki~10

Summery: Loki takes care of Y/n after she gets into a car accident

Characters: Loki x girlfriend!reader

Note: All characters except Loki are mine!

||Master List||

11. Of Meed, Magic And Meeting Royalty

🌟In A Blink Of A Star🌟

The rain came suddenly that evening—sheets of silver splattering across the windshield as Y/N steered her car through downtown. She was ten minutes from home, humming to a mellow playlist, her thoughts drifting to the warmth of her apartment…and the man waiting inside it.

Loki had texted her just moments earlier: “Hurry home, darling. I tire of this sofa without your company.”

She had smiled at that. He was all sarcasm and silk, but with her, there was a tenderness he rarely showed the world.

Y/N never saw the headlights coming.

One moment, she was easing into a green light. The next—glass shattered, metal screamed, and her world flipped sideways.

The drunk driver had run the red at full speed.

Her body slammed hard against the door. A blinding flash of pain radiated through her side as the car crumpled around her. Bone crunched. Her head hit the window. Then… nothing.

⸻

Loki stood in the kitchen, frowning at the teapot he’d been staring at for the last minute. It had long gone cold. The apartment was too quiet without her. He hated that silence.

His phone rang.

Unknown number.

He answered curtly. “Yes?”

“Hello, is this Mr. Laufeyson? This is New York Presbyterian Hospital. Your emergency contact number was listed—Y/N L/N has been admitted due to a vehicular accident—”

The words stole the ground beneath him.

His voice became ice. “What’s her condition?”

“She’s sustained multiple injuries, including fractures and a head wound. She’s currently being prepped for surgery due to internal bleeding. You need to get here—now.”

The line clicked off.

The phone dropped from his hand.

He vanished in a blink.

⸻

The hospital lighting was clinical, harsh—utterly unwelcoming. Loki materialized in the waiting room in a shimmer of green, startling a nurse. He ignored her alarm.

“Y/N L/N,” he barked. “Where is she?”

“Sir, you can’t just—”

He strode forward, face carved in fury. “I can—and I will. Where is she?”

A calmer nurse stepped in. “Please, follow me. The doctor will speak with you. She’s in surgery.”

Loki’s composure cracked. “What happened to her?”

The nurse softened. “A drunk driver hit her side. Her ribs were crushed—one punctured her spleen. She has a concussion. They’re working quickly, but it’s critical.”

He sank into a seat, shoulders hunched as if the weight of nine realms had fallen onto them.

Gods didn’t beg.

But he did.

Under his breath, hands trembling, he whispered, “Please, Norns… let her stay.”

⸻

Two hours passed.

Then a man in blue scrubs approached, removing his mask.

“Mr. Laufeyson?” the doctor asked gently.

Loki stood. “How is she?”

“She made it through the surgery,” he said. “We stopped the internal bleeding and stabilized her vitals. But… she’s not out of the woods yet.”

Loki’s throat closed. “What are you saying?”

“She suffered a severe concussion, and there’s swelling. Her leg is fractured in two places, and three ribs were broken. We’re monitoring for brain activity and any delayed trauma responses.”

“Will she…” Loki’s voice faltered. “Will she wake up?”

The doctor hesitated. “We believe she will. But it may take time.”

Loki nodded tightly. “Then I’ll wait.”

⸻

He stood at the window of her ICU room, heart aching at the sight of her.

Wires trailed from her arms. Her face was pale, bruised. Her breathing shallow.

She looked small.

Breakable.

Loki stepped inside, slowly, almost afraid to disturb the fragile silence.

He pulled the chair close and reached for her hand.

Cold. Too cold.

He cupped it between both of his.

“You stubborn, ridiculous woman,” he whispered. “You promised you’d be home before dinner.”

His thumb brushed her knuckles. “Do you know what I would do, Y/N, if I lost you? Entire worlds have burned for less.”

A tear slid down his cheek.

He didn’t notice.

“I should have told you sooner. That I—” he faltered, lips trembling, “I love you.”

He kissed the back of her hand.

“I love you so much it frightens me.”

⸻

Two days passed.

He never left.

He slept in the chair. He argued with nurses who tried to make him leave. He read aloud to her—poems, ancient Norse tales, even gossip magazines someone left behind.

Then, on the third morning, she stirred.

He noticed immediately.

Her fingers twitched. Her brow creased. Her eyelids fluttered open—slow, dazed.

“Y/N?” he said softly, leaping to her side. “Darling, look at me.”

Her eyes blinked, unfocused.

But then they found him.

“…Loki?”

His name on her lips shattered him. “Yes. Yes, it’s me.”

She tried to move, but winced. “Wha… what happened?”

“You were in an accident. But you’re safe now. You’re safe.” He kissed her hand, over and over. “I’ve been here. Every minute. I wasn’t going to let you wake up alone.”

She whispered, “You look awful.”

He laughed—choked and shaky. “You’ve been unconscious for three days and I look awful?”

“I must’ve hit my head really hard…”

He leaned closer, voice trembling. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

“I’ll try,” she whispered.

Then she whispered back, eyes fluttering, “I love you too.”

⸻

Her hospital stay lasted weeks.

Loki refused to leave.

He fed her ice chips, helped her bathe, brushed her hair with patient hands.

On bad days, when pain wracked her ribs, he sat beside her with silent strength.

On good days, he read to her, teased her into smiling, and wheeled her outside to feel the sun.

“You know,” she said one morning, sipping lukewarm tea, “you’ve got a real future as a nurse.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I’m a prince, a sorcerer, and a god.”

She grinned. “And now? Also a very hot nurse.”

He leaned in. “You flirt even when broken. I admire your tenacity.”

⸻

The day she was discharged, Loki nearly carried her out of the hospital himself.

Back home, he’d already prepared everything—soft pillows, warm blankets, her favorite tea, enchanted books that read themselves aloud.

“You didn’t have to—” she began.

“I did,” he said firmly. “And I always will.”

He curled up beside her on the couch, her head on his chest.

His fingers stroked her hair gently.

“You came back to me,” he whispered. “That’s all that matters.”

She lifted her hand to his cheek. “You never gave up on me.”

He kissed her forehead.

“I never will.”

⸻

Y/N had been home for just over a week. The soft hush of the apartment was no longer comforting, but almost too still—no footsteps outside her door, no blaring horns, only the occasional rustle of Loki flipping through a book or brewing her tea.

And yet, Y/N had never been more grateful for silence. Pain laced every movement, but it was bearable with Loki by her side.

That night, thunder rumbled outside the window. Rain pattered against the glass as she tried to sleep, tangled in too many blankets and too many thoughts.

Then it struck.

A jarring scream broke from her chest as images of twisted metal and headlights crashed into her mind. She sat upright—panting, trembling, soaked in sweat. Her body screamed in pain.

In an instant, Loki was there, hands on her shoulders, voice a low whisper.

“Y/N, it’s me. It’s Loki. You’re safe. You’re safe, darling.”

She clutched his tunic with shaking fingers. “I saw it again. I couldn’t breathe. I—I thought I was going to die.”

He pressed her forehead to his chest. “You didn’t. You’re here. With me.”

With a wave of his hand, he conjured a small orb of gentle green light. It hovered above the bed like a soft nightlight, pushing the shadows back.

He tucked her into his lap like she was made of glass. “This light? It will stay until you fall asleep. Nothing will touch you while I live.”

⸻

Loki had become an overly attentive nurse.

He fluffed her pillows ten times a day. He brought her water before she asked. He even braided her hair—though terribly—when she was too sore to lift her arms.

“I think you missed your calling,” Y/N teased one afternoon as he fussed with her blanket. “You’d make a decent house-elf.”

“I am a god, you insolent little mortal,” he huffed.

“Uh-huh. A god who just made me oatmeal with smiley faces.”

He leaned in with a smirk. “Say ‘thank you,’ or I’ll enchant the spoon to feed you like a child.”

Despite the teasing, Y/N adored these quiet moments. The way he held her wrist with gentle fingers as he helped her into a bath. The way he’d hum old Asgardian lullabies without realizing it.

He never once made her feel weak. He made her feel loved.

⸻

A week later, the hospital called.

The drunk driver—who had walked away with barely a scratch—was facing criminal charges. They needed Y/N’s official statement.

She sat in silence for a long moment, her fingers clenched around her phone.

Loki watched her carefully. “What did they say?”

“I… I have to talk about it. On record. I have to relive it.”

His jaw tensed. “You don’t have to do anything that puts you in pain. Let me handle him.”

She blinked. “Loki—what do you mean?”

“If I had my way, he’d be crawling through broken glass in Helheim,” he growled. “He nearly killed you, and he walks freely until a courtroom decides otherwise?”

Y/N took his hand gently. “I know you want to protect me. But I have to do this. For myself.”

He exhaled slowly, then nodded. “Then I’ll be there. From the first word to the last.”

⸻

On the day of the hearing, Loki disguised himself—dark suit, Midgardian glasses, hair swept back neatly. No one knew he was a god, but he looked like one anyway.

Y/N stood before the lawyer, her hands trembling as she recalled the crash. The fear. The pain. The helplessness.

When her voice faltered, Loki rose silently behind her, standing like a shadow of support. Not touching her, not interrupting—but letting her know.

Afterward, she collapsed into his arms in the courthouse corridor.

“I didn’t cry,” she said.

“You didn’t break,” he whispered. “You burned brighter.”

⸻

Weeks turned into months. Y/N moved from the wheelchair to crutches, then finally to walking slowly around the apartment.

Loki transformed every small success into a celebration. On the day she walked without aid for five minutes, he conjured a floating cake with fireworks. It startled her into laughter.

“Loki! You scared the cat!”

“I have no regrets,” he said proudly.

He even crafted a small enchanted bracelet for her wrist. “It tracks your healing and eases your pain. Also glows when you’re lying about being fine.”

She laughed. “So, it’s a magical lie detector?”

“Exactly. Now stop pretending you’re not in pain.”

⸻

That evening, he took her to the rooftop.

A star-filled sky spread above them like a tapestry, moonlight kissing her cheeks. He wrapped a thick cloak around her and sat beside her on a cushioned blanket.

“I almost lost you,” he said quietly.

“But you didn’t.”

“I realized something,” he continued, voice almost too soft to hear. “Loving you is the only thing I’ve done right in a thousand years.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “Loki…”

He pulled out a small charm—glimmering silver, etched with runes.

“It’s stardust,” he explained. “From the night you survived. The night the Norns gave me another chance to love you.”

She wrapped her arms around him. “You’re the reason I’m still here.”

They kissed under the stars, holding onto the moment like it was sacred.

⸻

Eventually, life found a new rhythm.

She returned to part-time work. Loki would walk her there, fingers laced with hers, eyes always watchful.

On her tougher days, he would cook, read to her, and curl up with her by the fireplace.

And on the anniversary of her crash, instead of dread, they celebrated survival.

With candles, music, and quiet joy.

That night, as they lay in bed, Loki whispered:

“You’re the strongest soul I’ve ever known. And you’ve made me want to be more than what I was. For you.”

Y/N turned into his arms, eyes closing with peace.

“And you’ve made me feel safe again,” she said. “You didn’t just save my life, Loki. You’re my life.”

-The End

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Stalking Me, Stalking You (CSI Nick Stokes) Part three

Imagine: You never saw it coming, you never knew he was there until the moment he struck. For months, this individual had stalking you from the shadows, trying to find a way into your life. Never quite able to but in his mind, time was running out and soon enough you would be completely out of reach. This was the moment to act, to ‘rescue’ you and steal you away.

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, kidnapping, hurt but eventual comfort. Suffering, lots of suffering, slow-moving plot, stalking, obsessive behaviour.

Pairings: Nick Stokes x Reader and Reader x OC (one-sided)

Word count: 3,068 words

Universe: CSI

Reader gender: Female

Part three of ten

Tagged: @just-call-me-the-old-hag @horsedragonllama @space-helen @kneelforloki @flopiboni

Previous / Next

Monday, Midnight

Greg and Morgan sat side by side, as Archie worked his magic on the various clips of CCTV. Each of the three larger monitors displayed different parts of a timeline that had been created by the day shift’s visual and audio tech Franklyn. They watched as their friend exited her known and preferred coffee shop with her piping hot beverage alone. This had been the last place that she had seen when Officer Sawyer had taken the barista’s statement.

“This is the only first clip that Dayshift obtained after the warrant for her finances came through” Morgan stated with the matching report in hand. The short clip showed nothing out of the ordinary. There was no one tailing her, no strange car parked with a window partially wound down with the driver trying to look casual as their eyes trailed after her.

“It confirms the Barista’s statement at the very least” Greg replied as his gaze shifted to the second screen. Archie paused the first clip and then slid the cursor to the play the next one.

All of them were teetering on the edge of professionalism. Trying their best to push aside their personal feelings. They needed to try at the very least to view the evidence collected like any other case. It was going to be a long night especially as Greg and Morgan had been the ones assigned to review what was already there for this shift. 

The plan was for hands on deck over the next few shifts, to hand over the new details and brief the incoming day shift at the end of their night then repeat the process with a fresh set of eyes the next night.

“This one isn’t the greatest quality, it’s a wall-mounted camera from one of her neighbours that was discovered by the door-to-door interviews” Archie stated as the pixelated footage started. Both Morgan and Greg noted the timestamp, it had been captured at 2:30 in the afternoon. 

“This camera will only record when the motion detection is triggered as you both know” Archie reminded them as they all watched as a battered, Silver Chevrolet Cruze drove past. It did not match the make and model of the car that the Detective had, which had yet to be located even with the BOLO that had been put out with all the necessary details. It had vanished into thin air.

Notes from the lead CSI Ava Dane stated that none of the neighbours had recognised the car when they had spoken after reviewing the footage. One neighbour had commented that he noticed the vehicle when he had returned from home at around 3:10 but he had heard tyres screeching loudly about twenty-five minutes later and when he looked at the window, it was gone.

There had been a slight skid mark noted and photographed from outside that particular address which had been run through the system and matched commonly used wheels. It had the first dead end.

“Franklyn managed to recover a partial plate after cleaning up the image, I won’t be able to get much more than that due to video quality” The tech apologised, knowing that this was not what the two of them wanted to hear.

“It’s a start at least” Morgan responded, trying to remain positive as she turned to the next report. Her eyes rapidly moved over the data displayed there. “It looks like the day shift ran that plate, there’s a fair few listed but they eliminated half” 

As her eyes drifted down the page, they stopped over one particular name. As memories of the case that she had worked on came flooding back. The Detective had been waiting for her at the scene. 

Vaughn Mikhailov was a two-bit drug dealer, he and his older brother Artem had been targeted and shot at in a drive-by gangbangers after they had tried to move in on the turf of another local dealer. The initial warnings had been ignored by the pair, and this had led to the car being targeted. Vaughn had been in the backseat, he had barely been clipped by a single bullet in his left shoulder but Artem hadn’t been as lucky.

He had died at the scene, bleeding out whilst waiting on the paramedics. Vaughn had been cooperative to a point, but eventually, he just screamed at her friend when she had in his eyes failed to get justice for his brother.

It was not always possible to reach a satisfactory end to every case, it had been one of those which slipped through the crack when the leads had all run cold. Morgan remembered that her friend had noted that this had not been her first rodeo with either of the Mikhailov brothers.

“The first time I met them was when I was working the beat, I arrested Artem for soliciting a working girl and Vaughn for dealing. Both of them had rap sheets as long as your arm. It's their mother, I feel for each time one of them ends up in court”

There had been sympathy that lingered as she listened, as it turned out their mother had raised both the boys single-handedly after their father had run off. She had tried her best but they had been drawn into the fast-paced lifestyle of wheeling and dealing. As she watched, the detective informed the woman of her son’s death.

“What is it, Morgan?” Greg asked, noticing that Morgan had not spoken and became transfixed by one of the reports further in. He leaned, to see what she had been reading. It was the list of cars compiled by the plate search. 

“Vaughn Mikhailov,” She said looking up to meet his gaze. Greg’s gaze narrowed perplexed as he did not recognize the name. However, before he could reply, Morgan beat him to the punch.

“It was a drive-by shooting case, I worked a few weeks back and she was the lead detective assigned work to the case alongside me” She started, knowing that she would need to give him more than that if they were going to start to seriously look at him as a potential suspect.

“He and his older brother were targeted after trying to move into another dealer’s turf. His brother died at the scene. He was far from happy with how things went but he had a chip on his shoulder as she had arrested him more than a few times in the past” Once she had finished speaking, Morgan waited for Greg to process the information that had been dumped upon him.

“So he held her responsible for not finding his brother’s killer then. Greg asked, Morgan nodded before one last comment. “He had an axe to grind”

-------------------------------------------------------------------------Tuesday, 4 am

With one hand poised, Nick firmly knocked upon Russell’s closed office door. In a roundabout way, he had expected the text summoning him to the supervisor’s office but not this soon. He had hoped that he would be one way approaching Russell but then again, at least this way soon enough everything would be out in the open.

This was not the way that he had hoped that this conversation would be initiated. He knew that she had already started telling her partner and fellow officers about her boyfriend whenever she had a spare few minutes. She had also scheduled a meeting with HR on the day that she was meant to be returning to work. Nick then would approach Russell around the same time as she would have been seated down with HR. Effectively killing two birds with one stone 

This had always been their plan when things became more serious between the two of them. Multiple discussions had arisen, on when, where and how they approach their collective jobs regarding their romantic relationship and the potential impact on both of their jobs that would need to be addressed and solutions put into place.

She had planned to offer to be moved from Graveyard to Swing or Day if no other compromise could be reached. Where it would be possible for both of them both work the same shift pattern without any issues. Departmental policy had previously torn Sara from the team when her relationship with Grissom came to light, they had wondered how it would have played out for them.

Yes, they were still colleagues working alongside another one, but not under the same direct supervisor. They crossed over for Homicide and Forensic evidence collection and investigation came hand in hand. Without one, you couldn’t have the other.

“Come in” Russell’s voice called from behind the door, bringing Nick back of his thoughts as he pushed the handle and then the door inwardly. “Hey Russell…” He greeted the man sitting behind the desk but what he hadn’t expected was Catherine being in the room, standing off to one side behind Russell.

“Shut the door Nick” Russell continued as he went through the motions of crossing the threshold and closing the door behind him and moved further into the office to stand before the pair staring straight at him.

“I know this is about Detective..” Her name rolled off his tongue, one that had fallen on his lips many times before. “Look, I know that I should have told you..” Nick started to try and explain the position that he had found himself in.

“Nick, I need to know that you’ll be able to recuse yourself if you cross that emotional line where you start to lead your heart, not your head. For as long as you can remain objective then you still work on the case but the moment, that you step over that line. I will remove you and you’ll be treated just like every other significant other or next kin on every other case that had past through this department” Russell spoke with a conviction that could not be ignored or overturned. This was a promise that he would not go back on. 

Nick quickly nodded, happily agreeing with his supervisor’s conclusion. “This will have to be logged with HR and I’ll arrange the meeting shortly”  Russell said before turning to Catherine. “Anything you want to add?” He said, pulling her into the dialogue. Catherine had been quietly observing the short back and forth between the pair.

“Nicky, from here on out, we’ll be watching closer. Please understand, that we want to bring her home as much as you do. Still, we have to follow the rules and ensure there nothing can be challenged further down the line” Her words held a warmth that Nick had felt before, the familial love that had developed and grown over the many years that they had worked together. Once again, Catherine was looking after him, all whilst balancing the integrity of the crime lab and their necessary work on top of that. It was a well-practice balancing act that she had perfected over the last decade.

All it took would be one step in the wrong direction and it would come tumbling back down. That could not happen, no it would not help.

------------------------------------------------------------------------Tuesday 2 am

As the night rolled by, evidence was processed, reviewed and reported, with the new findings and avenues to venture down next added to the ever-growing list.

The one initially weak lead that had cropped up early in the shift strengthened as prints from the scene which had been set running whilst the sun was still up bore fruit. Morgan’s theory now seemed more plausible as the same name popped up once more, this could not just be a coincidence in the name of bad blood. 

Morgan turned to Greg, still trying to wrap her head around this as there were still too many variables that did not make a lick of sense. She could understand the steps taken to enact some twisted form of payback by breaking into the detective’s home and destroying everything that she might hold dear. There were no signs of a struggle, no blood splatter or trail to imply that they had been lying in wait for her to return.

With the crime scene photos laid out on the table between them, this felt much like the pieces of a puzzle waiting to be put together to reveal the image displayed upon the box when a handful of key tiles were missing, creating holes in the image. “This isn’t the primary scene, there is no indication that she ever came back. Two separate indications with one connecting factor, her” Morgan said, churning over the thoughts in her head out loud as she tried to make any sense of it all.

“What do we know about Vaughn Mikhailov, beyond his last arrest report?” Greg started before listing off what had been discovered thus far “His prints are all over this crime scene, his car matches the mark and model spotted on the neighbour's CCTV but why would a dealer break into a cop’s home in broad daylight?” He posed the question to Morgan, the blonde’s face twisted in confusion as she tried to gather together a logical answer but found none. 

“How did he find her address? That’s what bugs me unless he tailed her previously but according to the neighbour’s statement” Morgan replied, fishing out the relevant document from the box on her side of the table and turning to the right page. “That car had never been caught on camera before that day and those cameras had been up for more than six months”

“The only way that we’ll get satisfactory answers is that Vaughn Mikhailov needs to be found and brought in for questioning” Morgan nodded her head in agreement, the two-bit criminal had a lot to answer for.

“Brass put has BOLO out on Mikailov’s car”

-------------------------------------------------------------------------Tuesday, 4:30 am

The blinding flash of blue lights and screeching sirens were not out of place as the convoy of vehicles pulled up in front of the homestead. Its chain link fence had seen better days, half still attached to the poles that marked the edge of the property and the rest lost within the depths of the tall grass that desperately needed cutting. 

The property itself was registered to one Nikolai Mikhailov, the cousin of their prime suspect. It was not out of the ordinary for Vaughn to crash on his cousin’s sofa when his mother threw him out for the third time that week. Officers had called the property in the past, more often than not on matters of public nuisance or disturbance. Nikolai loved to party well into the small hours and was not shy about using violence to silence any complaining neighbours if they dared to call the cops on him.

Detective Captain Jim Brass surveyed the scene from behind the cruiser’s side door and soon found what he was looking for. With the garage door half enough, it was plain to see the car parked within, its license plate matching the suspect’s known vehicle of choice. No lights could be seen from the street as Officers tentatively approached the front door, ready to burst through the door and apprehend whoever was on the other side.

With the fury of valkyries leading the charge, the officers breached through the threshold as calls of LVPD came and went as Jim watched them disappear inside. This had to be it, this had to be the end of the road.

He was not the only one listening in, as the Officers inside cleared the scene. The investigated interest ran through from the bottom straight up to the top. She was one of them

‘419’ The code of a dead body came crackling over the airwaves, a dead body had been discovered. A chill rushed through him as he envisioned the very sight of her lying there, with empty, glazed-over eyes staring up at him as he wondered why.

’It’s not her’ The voice of Officer Mitchell soon followed as Jim released the breath that he hadn’t known he was holding back, then again he wasn’t the only one. Nick stood silently by, with bated breath as Morgan and Greg left with kits in hand. This was their scene now as they had been the ones to discover the connections that led to this.

Hodges stood in the doorway, reading the scene before him. The air was still tense as they all waited for the relief to set in but yet that felt too premature. The lab tech cleared his throat to try and catch Nick’s attention. He watched for a moment then tried a different approach.

“Nick, this was left at Reception for you” Hodges called into the room, as he held out the unstamped manila envelope for the other man to take. Nick Stokes was scrawled across the front in a large and unfamiliar hand. 

Nick frowned, he was not awaiting any post as he took it. “Thanks, man,” He said as he turned it over, inspecting it from every angle. There was nothing about the envelope that stood out, it was a standard A3 office stationery that was stocked by countless suppliers but the question arose of who had sent it.

As he carefully opened the sealed flap and reached inside, Nick quickly found the content. A series of photographs which he slid out. Hodges slid up beside him as he turned over the first which revealed little other than what he already knew to be true.

“Is that…” David questioned at the sight of his friends and colleagues locked in a rather passionate embrace. “Yes,” Nick curtly replied, annoyed at the very prospect that they had been followed and their privacy had been invaded like this as he turned over the next one.

It was the last one that drew a shocked gasp from Hodges, as he shook with a rage that he hadn’t felt for some time. The sight of her bound and unconscious in the boot of an unidentifiable vehicle with the words I WIN STOKES, SHE IS MINE written in bold, block capitals across the top of the image.

Each had focused upon her, she was the object of this maddening desire. A tail had been placed as her routine was documented. He held pride of place in a number of the images, whether he liked it or not.

He was taunting him, this was just his opening move.

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima’s Mystique Party

Manaworld Pictures Presents:Lisa on the Riot Sexpress!!

We come to find another anonymous set of female hands working away on a little private personal browsing on their computer, their monitor displaying the Mana-World Pictures website in all its sensual glory as they accessed the video library to see if there was any new uploads worth checking out. Their search bar filtering and narrowing down results in relation to Mr.R when they came across a playlist of interest entitled the Riot Sexpress. According to the synopsis on summary, this was a selection of videos involving picking up random eye catching hotties and ambushing them with a little fun time on board with Mr.R (aka Eijiro Kirishima, the sturdy hero Red Riot) akin to those old pornos like bang bus and bang taxi. And the playlist was displaying a nice steady growing collection nearing a baker's dozen in terms of content.

Hovering the mouse cursor to click on the first video, simply titled "Lisa's Riot Ride Sexpress" which started off seemingly harmless enough as vehicle mounted camera pulled up along a busy city street. Stopping to pick up a blonde bimbo looking canine gaijin girl who stepped on board when offered a lift as the camera shifted to the interior of what was no doubt the bus, prepared and modified for its intended purpose with the only company the girl, no doubt Lisa, found herself with being were the driver and some guy which was of course Mr.R himself. Kirishima just seeming casual even as you could tell his eyes were wandering and checking Lisa out from head to toe. Really who could blame him as her body was smoking hot, a total 10 that was highlighted by a simple effective ensemble combo of baggy, ripped up denim jeans and a black shirt which really hugged her figure well. The hidden cameras on board made sure to get some good angles and close ups of her swaying hips and booty and the bounce of juicy looking tits which the black t-shirt struggled to contain as she took a seat next to the sturdy himbo, no doubt seeming relieved to have found a ride as the city was hectic at the time too much for her liking,

Veronika Red was of course the bus driver, who was keeping her one good split between on the road and ensuring this s-express ride went as intended. Lisa for the time being simply sitting beside Kirishima, idly humming as she watched the view passed by whereas most on the outside would see only tinted windows, intended for privacy of of course, naturally. The blonde tourist babe unaware still for the time being just she'd wind up becoming involved while Kirishima, ever the gentleman, did his best not to ogle and stare too much at the stunning figure she had. Toned bimbo body type girls were among the sort of babes that really got him going when it came to revving up his engine.....

The anonymous viewer was feeling their anticipation build up in such a way they couldn't help but skip the video a few seconds ahead along to see if any action was coming up. Sometimes one really just couldn't help but want to skip past the plot or foreplay and get right down to the action. Their brief impulse rewarded as they came upon Lisa now sitting in straddling Kirishima's lap, kissing him as she had clearly initiated a make -out session. Whatever made the girl want to up and get intimate and personal with him when she'd only just happened to meet him would be checked out on a proper rewatch later as the viewer observed her practically pressing herself up against the sturdy himbo. Encouraging him to get very personal with her body, sensual moans escaping her sexy lips as he more than obliged her by squeezing her denim clad booty or snaking a hand under her shirt to grope and squeeze her tits.

Said shirt was soon discarded off to the side, exposing those juicy melons of hers which Kirishima wasted no time in assaulting with licks and kisses. The warmth and wetness of his mouth and those sharp pointy teeth of his grazing the skin making the blonde bombshell moan as she got his own shirt off of him licking her lips sensually at that gym quality body of his. Kissing and licking her way down along his firm pecs and those washboard abs as her denim clad ass now sat on the surface of the bus floor, her face level with his crotch as she wasted no time in undoing his belt buckle and jeans fly. A look of erotic awe on her face as she had that length and girth of his exposed before her, his manly scent hitting her like the crash of a tidal wave to the shore.

It was no small wonder then that she wasted no time once more as she was soon sucking and blowing on that big, meaty cock with a drive akin to a man dying of thirst having finally found an oasis. The raw lust in her eyes evident as she licked and kissed that cock, it was clear she was no inexperienced virgin but experienced enough to know that this was a cock that put any other prior partners to shame. One of her hands fishing down the front of her jeans as she was plunging her fingers knuckle deep into her snatch, soaking her denim and her wrist. All the while she seemed motivated by Kirishima's groans which indicated she was doing a good enough job to make him feel pretty damn great.

Naturally it made Lisa just want to up the ante as she was now conducting a titfuck, sandwiching and stroking off that hot length and girth as she kissed and licked the exposed, thrusting tip. Our impatient viewer could only stay so patient before they skipped ahead again a few secods into the video once again. Rewarded with seeing the blonde gaijin girl and Mr.R now fully naked as she sat in his lap, bouncing on his cock. Deep lusty moans as the camera got good shots of her clapping asscheeks jiggling, arms draped around the sturdy himbo's shoulders as she held on for dear life.

From there on the anonymous viewer was enraptured as Lisa was taken to the brink of the peak of ecstasy over and over in a veritable montage sequence of wanton rutting. From being bent over the seat or pressed up against the window as Kirishima took her from behind, his pumping pelvis pounding against her bubble butt as his rod jackhammered into her eager, sloppy pussy. Moaning and gasping as he grabbed and pulled on her hair in an assertion of dominance that really seemed to get her going. More so especially when the chivalrous stud really started to get going in his fucking.

Which really got her howling with passionate lust as she found herself being bent and folded in a mating press or holding on for dear life as he held her up in the air for a standing fuck. Those powerful arms of his wrapped around her legs as he made her bounce and ride on his jackhammering pelvis. Those heavy balls smacking her jiggling booty cheeks as Lisa could be heard uttering words like Daddy, that is when she wasn't busy kissing and making out with him of course. How Red could keep her eyes on the road with all this going on was a clear demonstration of dedication to her craft.

The sturdy himbo stud kept at it of course, from having Lisa ride him cowgirl style to pounding her flat on her front as he had her pinned down prone bone. To her credit, she was taking him like an absolute pro and her dirty talk as she hollered sexily made it clear how much bigger and better he was than the guys she'd been with before even calling them mostly a bunch of eunuchs and baby dicked limpdicks. The blonde's amateur performance efforts seeing her rewarded with a nice heavy load in each hole and finished off with a nice shower of his seed sprayed onto her skin. Her face and tits becoming marked like he was staking his claim on her body as his territory.

The video had concluded with Lisa having a shower which was available on board the bang bus, which took a while longer as Kirishima couldn't help but have a quickie with her inside it. Much to her sheer enjoyment of course before she was dressed back up, freshly cleaned and fucked and departing the bus but not before sharing a little kiss and exchange of contact details with the Manaworld rookie star. The final scene being her sending a little wave and blowing him a kiss as the bus drove and rode on. Set to find and pick up its next target for some Rated Mr.R fun.

The anonymous browser gave a quick thumbs up for the video, saving it to their playlist for later as they had a read up on the details in the upload information. Which stated that Lisa's performance after her participation later saw her extended an offer to sign a legit professional contract with Manaworld Pictures as one of their stars. Which she eagerly accepted on the condition that Mr.R got to be one of her regular, if not main scene partner for shoots which they gladly obliged understanding her reasons all too well. He was a very in-demand and reliable, humble guy.

The viewer opted to save Mr.R as a favourite bookmarked result, knowing that if this amateur style shoot was anything to go by then they'd in for a good time. Bringing the curson along to browse MWP's merchandise section for the time being to see if they had any Mr.R items available or pending. After all if they were going to start a fan club, first thing they needed was to show their financial support of their new favourite porn star. Loyalty and dedication was a lovely thing, really.....

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Halloween Riot

Honestly Peg knew that divorce couldn't come soon enough but of course leave it to the bureaucrats to take their sweet time as always when it came to getting the paperwork. So here she was still having to put up with that blowhard of a husband who still hadn't picked up the hint about her sexual frustration, damnit she had needs and an itch screaming to be scratched!! But here she was on a Halloween night at Spoonerville, home alone with Pistol out with her friends and where was Pete? Out playing poker and likely going to be out all damn night!!

And he hadn't eevn paid any notice or attention to the costume she'd picked out to boot, something she'd picked out just to give him ideas but did he really not even realize how hard it was to find an actually decent Elvira costume?!! Ah well at least the obvious lust from some of the younger guys and quite a few pretty young things who saw her outfit was a nice little ego boost. But damnit she was horny and wouldn't you know it, Goofy and Sylvia were out for a Halloween party. At this rate she was either looking at flicking her bean off with her stash of toys to a Manaworld skinflick or dare she think it, pounce on the next hunk who came at her door like those cliche pornos with the horny housewives and the...generic working class dude who was hung like a horse, meh!!

As the hours ticked by until it was likely the smaller, younger trick or treaters would call it night, Peg was starting to think her night was going to end with her binging on some left over candy and jilling off to a little porn while cursing out that lazy inconsiderate slob of sure-to-be-divorced in the near future jackass husband. Until as if fate suddenly heard her unspoken prayers, she heard the doorbell ring which was puzzling as she figured it was late enough for there to be no more kids this late out. Answering it as she opened to find quite the surprise before her, which made her look up to the sky and mouth a thank you to God. Now what had the Elvira cosplaying MILF in such a good mood all of a sudden you might be wondering?

Well she had herself a real Adonis of a man at the door, none other than Kirishima in a zombie cosplay with a torn-up shirt baring the Manaworld Pictures logo on it. Yes our sturdy himbo happened to be in the neighbourhood as part of a little stunt Syx's porn studio loved to pull around this time of the year. Going to local small towns and neighbourhoods to surprise some lucky guys or gals with a little "Trick & Treat" as it were. It was a popular event among their fanbase many of whom prayed for the day when theirs would be the lucky location selected every year.

Peg of course was among those regular viewers of the series of videos from the event over the years, so naturally before Kirishima could utter a word, the hidden camera crew got quite the shot as the horny MILF up and pounced!! Jumping into Kirishima's arms as she locked lips with him, kissing him deeply and passionately as her tongue invaded its way to that shark teeth filled mouth of his. The stealth film crew of course keeping their lens trained on the sudden make out as they carefully snuck in just as Peg took to pulling the stunned, sturdy himbo back inside her house. Her eyes burning with lust, sensually panting as her pent up sexual frustration had started to come out like water through a cracking dam that was about to burst, it was quite a sight especially helped by that Elvira costume so yeah...Kirishima was feeling so scaroused right now, he just had to get a real livewire....

Peg of course was wasting no time in unleashing her lust and desire upon this hunk of of a man who graced her doorstep with his presence, squatting down on the floor as she whipped his cock out from its confinement. Grasping it in her hands as she latched her mouth around it and commenced with an intense powersuck blowjob, slobbering over that length and girth as her desire enabled her to deepthroat him, lips kissing the base of his abs and balls. All those lonely nights with her dildos really seemed to pay off the training it gave her mouth and tongue especially. The cameras getting some good shots of her lewd fellatio face and her fat milf booty as it strained against the black skirt material of her costume.

The next thing either they or she expected, Kirishima had proceeded to turn the tables on the Elvira cosplaying MILF by suddenly ambushing her with a powerful, forceful facefucking. Soon coming to find herself draped backflat on the couch as he had her in a mating press, his corpse painted up body naked as those powerful muscles of his flexed and rippled in tune to his jackhammering motions. Peg howling with lusty delight at such asseetion of dominance as her hair became undone and her make-up messed up with sweat and tears. Her tits bouncing out of their confinement from her silky black dress as they pressed and rubbed up against his firm pecs, tongue dancing with his in the air in a sloppy dance to deepen their growing bond of primal lust.

It wasn't long before that living room became host to more intense lewdness as Peg's costume and wig were soon discarded, left in just her black heels and a few accessories. Naked and moaning with wanton erotic abandon as Kirishima pounded her doggy style, pelvis smacking her juicy jiggling MILF booty as those cheeks clapped and those heavy balls smacked her clit. Unable to keep strength in her arms and legs as she fell front flat on the smooth carpet floor, pinned down by him prone bone as he continued to pump his hips. Which she absolute loved, feeling akin to those lucky bitches in those nature documentaries when a proper alpha male claimed them.

But of course Peg didn't want him to stop there as she absolutely insisted Kirishima take her in just about any and every room in the hosue. The stealth camera crew finding themselves veritable voyeurs as they collected a goldmine of material from this ongoing erotic encounter before them following the rookie porn star and the quite gifted amateur hot mama around. It was a veritable marathon of tricks and treats which made for a feast for the eyes as Peg got herself some hot, erotic Halloween fun. Making sure to be loud enough that she didn't care if the whole neighbourhood could hear her, let them know what a real man was like and how could he could give it to a woman!!

From laying atop the kitchen counter as Kirishima fucked her spread eagle to shamelessly bouncing and riding him cowgirl style in her bedroom. Staining the bedsheets with sweat and juices as if to spite that inconsiderate jackass husband because this was what he gets for not tending to her carnal needs!! The pair of course concluding with a nice little simultaneous orgasm shared together in the shower, making out with abandon under the hot steamy water spray. Peg's palm springs running down along the fogged up glass as she basked in the afterglow with her spontaneous gentleman caller.

After drying up followed by a small make out session, Kirishima got his costume back on as Peg, clad in a bathrobe sent back out on his way. That is after she slipped him a card with her phone number and e-mail, making it clear she'd be more than happy to stay in touch. Soon as the sturdy himbo along with the stealth film crew were gone, she returned to her bedroom and fell onto the comfy mattress, breahing in the scent of sex ingrained into it. Sleep taking her as she dreamt sexy dreams of a chivalrous stud rocking her world for a very Happy Halloween night.

As soon as it was uploaded, the series of Trick & Treat videos from Manaworld pictures would go on to be considered its best run to date. The one of Peg and Kirishima, aka Mr.R proved to the most popular in terms of views with many giving props and praise to the hot mama's excellent performance giving even the pros a run for their money. Some commenters amazed she wasn't a signed talent and wondered if this meant maybe she might be in the near future. When it came to Manaworld Pictures of course, never say never....

Peg of course never forgot that Halloween night especially as she herself would checkout that video in secret. Only to be surprised one day as Syx herself sent her an e-mail with the subject header stating it was an offer she couldn't refuse. And upon opening and reading it, the gears in the sexy mama's brain began to turn, she had always considered a hobby to vent the stress of her real estate job. And those nice comments had felt she did have potential......and she might get to see her boy toy again....

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Northwest Riot

Pacifica Northwest knew she was many things to a lot of people, be it terms like Princess, Valley Girl, Bimbo, you name it chances were she'd consider it a compliment or an insult. But she damn well knew for certain she was sexy as all hell and it validated her to know the effect she had on men and women alike. So it was small wonder some of her subscription based social media accounts had a sizeable amount of followers who paid major bucks for sexy pictures and videos of her showing off that stunning body of hers. Which was all natural, thank you very much and not a result of plastic surgery, she wasn't her vapid botox bloated mother!!

She would admit, she loved her fans especially and particularly the ones who were sincere and heartfelt in their comments which really motivated her when it came to her shoot sets and streams. Plus she was in a sense becoming a self-made woman with how much she was making each week and month, enough to cut herself loose of her parents, her father Preston naturally had issues in regards to what amounted to whoring herself out but what'd that lying two faced son of a bitch know about making money without being a prick? She could say in her own right she was the first Northwest to make herself an honest buck without screwing someone over, no longer a link in the twisted family chain. But Christ was he getting annoying as the constant phone calls and e-mails trying, keyword trying, to convince her to come back home and be a proper Northwest...really made her want to stick it to the jackass...

So imagine her surprise when she got an e-mail from Manaworld Pictures of all places, seems Ms.Syx was quite a fan of her work and felt she had potential. Now certainly Paz was somewhat hesitant to reply because wasn't this implying the violet elf-like woman wanted her to work in porn of all things? That'd just prove Preston right BUT on the other hand, she did get a thrill with some of her nude shoots and those JOI videos, if anything she was already a natural and the thought of her parents losing their minds and having conniptions was a sweet bonus. So before she knew it herself, she was typing and sending a reply back to Syx to see what she had to offer if she was being truthful about that aforementioned potential.

That was a few days after that series of correspondences, the Northwest social media hottie found herself flying first class to the studio's main branch grounds in Japan. Reminding herself to indulge in a little respectful sightseeing of course (The nation's tourism industry managed to adjust once they sorted out issues with rowdy gaijin visitors being unbearable monkeys who couldn't help but make asses of themselves back in the early late 2010s to mid 2020s), she enjoyed a relaxing limo ride which brought her then and there as she soon found herself in the presence of the one and only Syx herself. Who gestured for Pacifica to have a seat as the pair talked it out in her office to what the snow haired knife eared hottie had to say. Suffice to say, it was an offer Paz knew she'd have to be crazy to refuse.

She, Pacifica Northwest, was being offered the chance to sign on as a performer with Manaworld Pictures, with her body of work on her personal portfolio platforms having been more than acceptable audition material. It would mean infamy as an adult film star, sure but hey she had it and flaunted it so this seemed like a natural step in career evolution, to say nothing of the contract!! All she had to do before she signed on that dotted line was show how capable she could be performing in camera in a more professional adult film scale and it just so happened Syx had a few scenarioslined up scripted with her in mind and just the stud ideal to be Paz's scene partner. Who the exotic violet skinned porn magnate promised would be more than up for the job AND rock the platinum blonde's world.....

Pacifica of course thought it over for all of about 10 goddamn seconds before she decided to accept the terms and conditions of Syx's challenge. Leaving her in the elf hottie's capable hands as she found herself taken along to the studio's make-up and wardobe department where they got her nice and prettied up for the camers pending to capture her in all her sexy glory. Starting things off simple with a little poolside scenario shoot as she rocked a simple but hot two piece violet bikini, her sunkissed tanned skin glistening thanks to the generous amounts of lotion put on her. Soon as she laid eyes on her selected co-star of course, she was so thankful that her arousal was invisbile on her thighs because she was feeling so damn wet right now.....

The role of the pool cleaner for this short shoot was none other than Mr.R, aka Kirishima who, ever the gentleman, did his best to not ogle Paz too much. Though she pretty much encouraged him to do so, sending a wink and a smile his way before the shoot was in action as the lair played out a classic little porn scenario. Pacifica naturally proved the camera just loved her as she posed in all her glistening, sexy tanned glory playing the sexy country club girl courting the pool boy who caught her attention. Soon as he came over her way of course, the blonde wasted no time in getting his cock out of the confines of his baggy pants though to say she was stunned at the sight of that length and girth now rest on her face was an understatement.

To say nothing of course of the lusty enthusiasm she displayed as she stroked and sucked off Kirishima, slobbering all over his shaft as her sapphire blue eyes twinkled with raw passionate fire. Rubbing her sticky, soaked thighs together as her love nectar flowed in response to feeling him pump and thrust his hips, causing her to deepthroat him as those heavy bas smacked her dribbling chin. The number of men the Northwest had ever been with sexually could be counted on one hand with enough fingers left over and right now Kirishima was making her top 3 list. If he was this good when it came to receiving oral, she coild only imagine how amazing the sex itself was about to be…..

Oh she could certainly say it was fan-fucking-tastic as she currently found herself held up in the air by the sturdy himbo, his strong arm hooked around her lovely legs as her now naked, oiled up body rode and bounced on his cock. Her tits bouncing snd her phat tanned white ass jiggling with the momentum and rhythm of his jackhammering body as she made out with him with sloppy thirst and desire. Their tongues dancing together as the camera really picked up the growing chemistry forming between the lair, there was no doubt Paz wasn’t faking any orgasms she had was having here. Syx watching on with pride and sinister, sensual glee as she knew she was only getting started….

Pacifica welcomed the trial she was out through as she enacted and played out a few short scenes with Kirishima, showing off quite a bit of range beyond the obvious you could get with a bleach blonde valley girl like herself. Like a fun little short in which she was made to rock a full body paint Verosika Mayday cosplay, now you could call her a narcissist but Paz thought she wore it well. It just so happened she was a Fan of the pop star but ooh wow did Kirishima really go wild on her soon as Syx called action, folding and plowing the heiress in a powerful mating. It made all that time in make up and wardrobe totally worth it just to see the himbo so horny, seems exotic coloured babes were a turn-on for him.

It had been quite a marathon session to say the least ranging from getting prone boned as a maid servicing her horny master to taking it soggy style in black cat cosplay by a deviant cop. Syx hasn’t been kidding when she said she had a couple of scenes and scripts lined up for her so she really gave it her all. It was no wonder she found that she passed her test with flying colours and found herself finding her name on the dotted one of that contract, shaking the elf woman’s hand. She knew this would be a very bright, sexy future for her from onward and especially hoped she got to work plenty more with Kirishima, her body was already missing the sensation of his powerful, earnest fucking skills….

The series of shorts involving Pacifica and Mr.R racked up record views soon as they were uploaded, commenters praising the blonde’s talent and dedication for being able to handle the himbo so well. Looking forward to her full professional debut if this was just they hype vignette series and of course Pacifica saw a major increase in her subscriber count and fanbase when she announced her pending career in the field of adult entertainment. Making special care and attention to point out that no, her parents wouldn’t approve and quite frankly she didn’t give a damn what they thought. Speaking of Preston Northwest, it seemed the man had suffered a stroke so severe that he went into a coma and had to hospitalised whole the missus went in to rehab when her plastic surgery broke down out of shock and horror.

But of course that was neither here or there for the Northwest girl to be worth her notice as she was in the midst of setting up her move to her new place in Japan. Syx had provided her a luxury apartment that was lose to the studio and it afforded her more closer proximity to her sure to be favourite regular co-star. Already looking forward to the next shoot as she read over the script for her debut project. A little full on extension follow up one of her audition shorts, as the horny country club debutant who had herself an illicit affair with her blue collar himbo boy toy……..

[belost-the-watcher]

Day 3 of messing with Linux!

Finally got the graphics card drivers installed! I think I got it done right the first time too but Linux tried to boot using my onboard graphics which was making it just show a black screen. After plugging a monitor into the motherboard, I saw that it was actually working and waiting to log in. That hopefully also fixed the issue with Wayland randomly crashing and making everything unusable.

I got Steam working and learned how to use Proton and look things up in ProtonDB, so now games work too!

I compared the system resources between Linux (Fedora w/ KDE Plasma) and Windows 10 too. From running a web browser (Firefox on Linux, Brave on Windows), Discord, and Steam:

Linux - CPU 4-5%, Memory 5.4 GB Windows - CPU 11-19%, Memory 9.7 GB

Which was really surprising to me :V I knew Windows has gotten bloated (and it's even worse in Windows 11) but I didn't expect nearly a 300% difference in resources.

[sims2idea-lientebollemeis2i]

For the people who struggle to find a computer to make The Sims 2 work and get the answer "It's from 2004, it can run on a toaster."

Once and for all well explained (by ChatGPT and checked if it's accurate. )

The idea that The Sims 2 from 2004 should work on any computer since 2009 is not entirely accurate. While The Sims 2 was released in 2004 and had modest hardware requirements by today's standards, several factors affect whether it runs smoothly on a newer computer:

1. **Compatibility**: Modern operating systems like Windows 10 and 11 often have issues with older games like The Sims 2, as these games were designed for much older versions of Windows.

2. **Hardware**: Although modern computers are generally powerful enough to run The Sims 2, there can be compatibility problems with modern graphics cards and drivers.

3. **Software Support**: The drivers and software required to run the game may no longer be supported or updated by manufacturers.

4. **Resolution and Display Issues**: The game was designed for lower resolution displays, and running it on high-resolution monitors can lead to graphical glitches or improper scaling.

5. **Digital Rights Management (DRM)**: Older versions of The Sims 2 use SecuROM DRM, which is incompatible with newer operating systems, creating additional hurdles for installation and play.

6. **Processor Performance**: Processors can lose performance as they age, which may cause older computers to struggle with running applications efficiently, including The Sims 2.

7. **RAM Requirements**: The Sims 2 was designed to run on systems with very low RAM compared to today's standards. However, modern operating systems require significantly more RAM just to function properly, which can leave less available memory for the game itself. This can result in the game running poorly or not at all unless adjustments are made.

While there are solutions available, such as using compatibility modes and community fixes to make the game playable on modern systems, it can be quite a hassle. So, while it's technically possible, getting The Sims 2 to work on a newer computer can be problematic and may require significant effort.

[ageless-aislynn]

Annnnd also, very important update on Aislynn's Borked Up Computer...

Still borked up but Georgette (the computer) and I are working out a system:

Turn computer on

Pray it does not blow up

Thank God when it does not blow up

Check to make sure that all of the drivers are still correct and haven't been "helpfully" rolled back by Windows, Dell, the demon who apparently infected a bunch of Dells at the factory level, etc.

Try not to stare at the Nvidia light every time it comes on

Remind self it's okay for the Nvidia light to be on because it's, you know, the graphics card and does have legit things to do

Check Windows Reliability Monitor

Check the health and temperature of the C drive

Check the time

Those last two are important because in about an hour to 2 hours, Georgette will begin to just feel off in some way. Go back and check health and temp. Completely shut down computer if temp has raised (which, to be fair, I think the temp going up, like, 1 degree is normal with use but it's just something I can look at and makes me feel more like I have some sort of control).

If we make it to 2 hours up time without a problem, shut down anyway.

Leave off for a while. Switch to Fire tablet with its awesome, new $9 Bluetooth keyboard \o/ 🥳🤷‍♀️😉and spend some time writing the next chapter of whatever fic I'm working on (currently "15 Minutes" chapter 9) in a Tumblr draft.

Eventually come back to computer and turn it on again. Weirdly now, it should feel a little steadier than the first "session" and can run as long as 10 hours without feeling like it's about to fall over, explode, or all of the above. I do not understand why this is but... it is. 🤷‍♀️

Try not to keep looking at the Nvidia light every time it comes on but, for Pete's sake, that looked so cool when I first got Georgette, like she was some Fancy Gaming PC™️ and now it just gives me anxiety.

Eventually shut down and feel like it was a Good Computer Day if we made it through without a blue screen event.

I'd ideally like to get an entire week with no blue screening, then please, Dear Lord, a whole month, then I want to try installing Steam again. This may end very badly because I know the computer is NOT stable but she's more stable than before. I just want to play Halo again, friends. I miss it so, so much.

I also want this computer, which has so much potential to be a genuinely amazing gaming/vidding rig, to live up to that, one day. 64GBs of RAM should not go into vapors and die because I'm watching a video on Youtube while checking my email. That's just wrong. 😭I know Georgette can be a great PC, can make up for this incredibly rough first 7 weeks of her life. We just need to get this dang BIOS/OS/driver/whatever Incompatibility Demon out of her.

Hope you're all doing well. Love you, frens. 🤗💖

[nighthazerpg]

Patch May 4th

Well that got away from me a little bit, here's a bargain bin full of small fixes and clarifications. Any substantive change that's not just clearing up wording has bold on it:

Martial Arts involving a melee attack now specify that they inherit the damage type of the weapon you're using - this made sense intuitively anyway, but it was worth being clear

Some minor clarifications on Pin, Shield and Boost Kick so their intent is clear.

Quickload may now be used in conjunction with other Trickshots because otherwise it just kind of sucks

Added the ability for the Drift Technique Stunt to be used with two-wheeled vehicles so you can Akira slide - and do so under that tanker truck that's sideways, but you can only drift for one turn!

The Brake Check and PIT Manoeuvre Stunts can now be used against vehicles up to one weight class above yours because without that they're just Ramming But Worse

Specified that the Gotcha! Stunt refers to you catching people with your vehicle, not reaching out the driver side window to catch people that sounds like it would end badly

The Blend In trait now has an * on the "you can't take this as a Pony" rule because there are exceptions like Palominians but there isn't the space to explain that in the Trait box

Added the Staggered condition to the list of Crowd Control effects on tab 10. It's just reference in case you never read the Martial Arts section

Specified that Aim only benefits the immediately proceeding Action

Specified that Thermocompensator Vest targets Resistance

Changed the notation on special ammo for the Amount of Default ammo to be "-" rather than "Infinite" because that raises more questions than it answers

Specified that the Combat Power Wing does not lose its Cover bonus against Opponents at higher altitudes

Specified that Heelz don't do anything if you're flying

Specified that normal methods of Fall mitigation do not apply to the damage taken in car crashes

Carrying capacity of ASL Encore buffed from L to 0.5. We'll be monitoring this change closely and watching out for any shenanigans that result. We're really trusting the community not to go crazy on this one.

Cargo capacity of F512 Hovercraft nerfed from L to 0. This terror has finally been reined in. I know the F512 mains will have my head for this one but the toxic gameplay that came out of this just had to stop.

Specified what happens with drones regarding Mind & Spirit damage - drones can be disoriented by dazzling attacks, but don't take damage, and they also don't have feelings you can hurt. But also, they don't pass this damage to the pilot in manual mode - I would imagine that someone piloting a drone in combat is expecting gunshots to peak the audio on their device, and has the volume adjusted accordingly. Not the same as getting literally flashbanged yourself.

Broadened the wording on what drone pilots are allowed to take advantage of with an aim action to include Trickshots

Specified that the Martial Staff is compatible with the Target Sprint Routine and also that you spend the stamina for all three spells cast

Specified that After-Image only affects sight and sound, which opens the door for somebody to use an exotic sense to tell it apart

Expanded wording on Simulacrum to specify that it can affect a range of senses (1/rank in spellcraft) but it is phantom and can't push buttons for you

Specified that when using Projection you need to have a sense to be able to deceive or perceive it - you can't use Projection to temporarily gain senses you don't have.

Spelled out on Spirit Blade some of the finnicky details of how it interacts with Martial Arts and Action Economy

Rising Strike reworked to clear up the ambiguity around Fall Damage and streamline the spell a bit more. It now launches equal to Margin of Success instead of a fixed 4 (which means a lot of Rising Strikes are going to be kind of underwhelming but some of them are going to be really impressive), and the ceiling height does NOT affect damage - because if you think about it, getting rocketed into a low ceiling comes with the consolation prize of only falling one floor instead of three. However, there's now a clause that explicitly damages the ceiling if you do that, opening the door (or, the ceiling) for some real matrix kung fu antics where you punch someone into the floor above.

Specified that Steady Heart and Knit Wounds cannot be cast multiple times per short rest

Dragonbreath has had its range buffed from 4 to Cone 4

Shared Burden now times out at 15 minutes so you don't have a Breezie shoulder buddy who makes you ungrapplable forever

Stated explicitly that queued hacks tick down in parallel, not in sequence - parallel was always the intention because Hacking gets comically weak if you need to wait for each one to go off before you start the next one, but apparently this wasn't spelled out

[ponycycle]

What's your biggest hyperfocus and how did you discover it?

I had to think on this for a minute because I wasn't sure if it was true anymore. If it wasn't this then it would be something like MLP or motorcycles (it was tempting to say motorcycles!).

I think it's fair to still say personal computers, though. I'm not sure about when my first contact with them was, but I know a major development was when my dad bought our first PC, an IBM AT clone. (I think I still have most of the parts for it!) I would have been like, 7-9 years old at the time and I was fascinated with it. I ended up breaking it as a kid, because I was trying to figure out what all the DOS 4.0 commands did by running them... when I got to FDISK I rendered it unbootable by pressing buttons. A friend of my father's recovered the situation (I think he used Norton Utilities to recreate the partition table).

I can name pretty much every PC that we had as a family or I had personally:

-Aforementioned IBM AT clone (8088 with a Tatung Hercules monitor, DOS 4.0) -386SX that came from who knows where (Went straight from orange Hercules to VGA colour!!! Windows 3.1) -Tandy 1000HX (long term loan from a friend) -Cyrix 586 (dogshit computer - had fake onboard cache, a common scam at the time, crashed constantly. Windows 95) -468DX4 (think I built this from scrounged parts. Win95, slower than the other PC but way more stable) -Pentium II 233 (also built from scrounged parts. First PC I overclocked, gaining 33 mHz! So fast!!! Windows 2000... but later got repurposed as a Linux-based router) -AMD Duron 800 (built with NEW parts - parents gave me a budget to built a family computer. Windows ... 98? XP? Probably changed multiple times) -AMD Athlon XP 1600 (built with NEW parts - I truly don't remember where I got the money in highschool to put it together, but it was probably every penny I had) -AMD Athlon 64 X2 4400+ (admittedly I didn't remember this offhand... but I did have the physical CPU lying around to check. bought off the shelf very cheap as old stock for my parents to use. Windows Vista. Later upgraded to an Phenom X4, also for very cheap. This PC still lives running Windows 10 today!) -Intel Core 2 Duo Q6700 (built in a cute Shuttle XPC chassis. Eventually burned out a RAM slot because apparently it wasn't rated for 2.0V DIMMs. Windows 7) -Intel Core i5-2500K (I used this computer for YEARS. Like almost a decade, while being overclocked to 4.4 gHz from nearly the first day I had it. Windows 7/10) -AMD 5800X (Currently daily driver. Windows 10)

Not mentioning laptops because the list is already long and you get the point.

I actually did attempt to have a computer related career - in the mid 2000s I went to a community college to get a programming diploma, but I dropped out halfway. There was a moment, in a class teaching the Windows GDI API, where I realized that I had no desire to do that professionally. I did learn things about SQL and OS/400 that randomly came in handy a few times in my life. I did go back and successfully get a diploma in networking/tech support but I've never worked a day in that field.

Unprofessionally though, I was "that guy" for most of my life - friend of a friend or family would have a problem with their PC, and I would show up and help them out. I never got to the point where I would attempt to like, re-cap somebody's motherboard, but I could identify blown caps (and there was a time when there was a lot of those). As the role of PCs has changed, and the hardware has gotten better, I barely ever get to do this kind of thing these days. My parent's PC gathers dust in the corner because they can do pretty much do everything they need on their tablets, which they greatly prefer.

Today though... I used to spend a lot of time reading about developments in PC hardware, architectural improvements, but it doesn't matter as much to me anymore. I couldn't tell you what the current generation of Intel desktop CPUs use for a socket without looking it up. A lot of my interest used to be gaming related, and to this day the GPU industry hasn't fully recovered from the crypto boom. Nearly all of the games I'm interested in play well on console so I just play them there. I still fiddle with what I have now and then.

It is fun to think back on various challenges/experiences with it I've had over the years (figuring out IRQ/DMA management when that was still manual, Matsushita CD-ROM interfaces, trying to exorcise the polymorphic Natas virus from my shit). Who knows, maybe I'll get to curate a PC museum of all this shit someday haha.

[angelix133]

El mundo gamer

Durante bastante tiempo ha sido complicado señalar cual fue el primer videojuego, principalmente debido a las múltiples definiciones de este que se han ido estableciendo, pero se puede considerar como primer videojuego el Nought and crosses, también llamado OXO, desarrollado por Alexander S.Douglas en 1952

Los años 80 comenzaron con un fuerte crecimiento en el sector del videojuego alentado por la popularidad de los salones de máquinas recreativas y de las primeras videoconsolas aparecidas durante la década de los 70

En los 90s llegaron entregas como

Resident Evil

DOOM

Half-Life

Super Mario 64

Metal Gear Solid

The Secret of Monkey Island

The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask

Silent Hill

Siendo Tetris para la gameboy la mas vendida en su epoca

En el 2000 Sony lanzó la anticipada PlayStation 2 y Sega lanzó otra consola con las mismas características técnicas de la Dreamcast, nada más que venia con un monitor de 14 pulgadas, un teclado, altavoces y los mismos mandos llamados Dreamcast Drivers 2000 Series CX-1.

Microsoft entra en la industria de las consolas creando la Xbox en 2001.

Nintendo lanzó el sucesor de la Nintendo 64, la Gamecube, y la primera Game Boy completamente nueva desde la creación de la compañía, la Game Boy Advance. Sega viendo que no podría competir, especialmente con una nueva máquina como la de Sony, anunció que ya no produciría hardware, convirtiéndose sólo en desarrolladora de software en 2002

algunos eventos de los videojuegos a lo largo de los 2000 a 2009 fueron

04/02/2000- Los Sims salen a la venta

31/01/2001- SEGA abandona el desarrollo hardware

23/11/2004- Sale a la venta World of Warcraft

27/04/2005- Nintendogs consigue un 40/40 en la Famitsu

15/09/2005- Desvelado mando de la Wii

8/05/2006- Sony anuncia que PlayStation 3 valdrá 600 dólares

12/12/2006- Dragon Quest, anunciado para DS

10/07/2008- Apple lanza la App Store

14/07/2008- Final Fantasy XIII, también para la 360

25/03/2009- Los videojuegos, declarados bien cultural por el Congreso

en 2011 salieron Títulos como 'Killzone 3' (PS3), 'Crysis 2' (PS3, Xbox 360, PC), 'Conduit 2' (Wii), 'Rage' (PS3, Xbox 360, PC), 'Dead Island' (PS3, Xbox 360, PC), 'Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3' (PS3, Xbox 360, PC, Wii), 'Resistance 3' (PS3), 'Battlefield 3' (PS3, Xbox 360, PC), 'Gears of War 3' (Xbox 360) y 'Homefront' (PS3, Xbox)

Lanzamientos en 2011

Uncharted 3' (PS3), 'Batman: Arkham City' (PS3, Xbox 360, PC), 'inFamous 2' (PS3), 'Deus Ex: Human Revolution' (PS3, Xbox 360, PC), o 'Assassin's Creed: Revelations' (PS3, Xbox 360, PC)

y el lanzamiento del que hoy en dia es uno de los juegos mas queridos por la comunidad MINECRAFT

2012

ZombiU.

Spec Ops: The Line.

Journey.

Escape Plan.

Far Cry 3.

Mass Effect 3.

Halo 4.

Borderlands 2.

FNAF

2013

Grand Theft Auto V.

Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag.

Pokémon X/Y.

Gone Home.

Animal Crossing: New Leaf.

The Last of Us.

Pikmin 3.

Bioshock Infinite.

2014 lanzamiento del play4 y xbox one que debutaron por todo lo alto este año que termina. La primera siguiendo su tendencia de ser "la consola para jugadores", la segunda con una apuesta más arriesgada pero igual de atractiva unificando juegos con televisión digital y muchas opciones de multimedia

2015 donde call of duty black ops lll fue el juego mas famoso de ese

2017

1.) God of War (PS4, Sony Interactive Entertainment)

2.) Red Dead Redemption 2 (PS4 / Xbox One, Rockstar Games)4). Detroit: Become Human (PS4, Sony Interactive Entertainment)

5.) Marvel's Spider-Man (PS4, Sony Interactive Entertainment)

6.) Battlefield V (PS4 / Xbox One / Windows, Electronic Arts)

7.) Fortnite

2020

Animal Crossing: New Horizons. Plataforma: Nintendo Switch

Astro's Playroom

DOOM Eterna

Final Fantasy VII Remake

Microsoft Flight Simulator

Ori and the Will of the Wisps

The Last of Us Parte II

Valorant

acompañado del lanzamiento del play station 5 y el Xbox series X/S

2023

proximos a estrenarse

Marvel's Spider-Man 2 (PS5)

Super Mario Bros. Wonder (Switch) 

Cities: Skylines 2 (PC)

Metal Gear Solid: Master Collection - Volumen 1 (PC, PS5, Switch, Xbox Series X/S)

The Lord of the Rings: Return to Moria (PC, PS5)

Ghostrunner 2 (PC, PlayStation 5, Xbox Series X/S)

Alan Wake 2 (PC, PS5, Xbox Series X/S)

EA Sports UFC 5 (PC, PS5, Xbox Series X/S)

Jusant (PC, PS5, Xbox Series X/S)

ARK: Survival Ascended (PC, PS5, Xbox Series X/S)

Phasmophobia (PS5, Xbox Series X/S)

[wingedd20]

My biggest issue with widows 10's start menu is that it doesn't even know everything on my pc! The updates are always breaking my monitor's driver because it's so old. It also somehow deleted all my images from both my drives going as far as deleting the folder from my mass storage. You can't even turn off updates without fucking about with the files now. It's awful. I'm about ready to switch to Linux and just run windows as through some kind of shell boot so it can't fuck up my pc anymore.

A boy can dream, can't he?

[atplblog]

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