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does-it-introject · 8 days ago

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QUEUE CHECKLIST

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... will get updated every once in a while! Also hidden below the cut due to the amount of requests!

In the queue waiting is:

Murder Drones

Subnautica (Franchise)

Danganronpa

Jujutsu Kaisen

Dungeon Meshi

Mass Effect (Series)

Danger Days: The True Life Of Fabulous Killjoys

Lord Of The Rings

Fallout 4

QSMP

Transformers

Amphibia

Sk8 The Infinity

Hermitcraft

Owl House

Creepypasta

Life Series

Once Human

Star Trek (Franchise)

Bluey

My Hero Academia

VTubers

Skibidi Toilet

Demon Slayer

Ride The Cyclone

Dandy's World

Robert De Niro

Neon Genesis Evangelion

Poppy Playtime

How To Train Your Dragon

Komi Can't Communicate

Madoka Magica

Deadlock

Full Metal Alchemist (2003)

Mandela Catalogue

Overwatch

Voltron Legendary Defenders

Good Omens

The Walten Files

Chainsaw Man

Outlast

Spookys Jumpscare Mansion

SCP Universe

Class Of 09

Remnant: From The Ashes

Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood

Arcane

Hiveswap

Warcraft Universe (WOW, Warcraft, ...)

Friendsim

Inscryption

Starcraft (Franchise)

Vocaloid

Still Wakes The Deep

Roblox

Riverdale

Hazbin Hotel

Red Dead Redeption 2 (RDR2)

Monster High

Doom 64

Into The Spiderverse

Spider Gang (Music Collective)

Silent Hill (Universe)

Helldivers 2

The Magnus Archives

Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)

DC Cinematic Universe

My Demon (Kdrama)

Needy Streamer Overload

Stardew Valley

Honkai Star Rail

Hellpoint

Alien vs. Predators

Cookie Run (Franchise)

OneShot

Critical Role

Castlevania

Markiplier Cinematic Universe

Gravity Falls

Palworld

Stray Kids (Kpop)

Soul Eater

Bendy And The Ink Machine (Universe)

Shakespeare

Ace Attorney

Kid Icarus

Slimecicle Cinematic Universe

Signalis

LGBTQ+

Kancolle

Loop SMP

Parkour Civilization

Warframe

Jacksepticeye Cinematic Universe

Sherlock BBC

Dimension 20

Friends (/factives, not the show)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2012)

Tiger X Bunny

Just Shapes And Beats

Puyo Puyo

Tale Of The Nine Tailed

Wuthering Waves

Alter Ego (Mobile Game)

Warhammer

What Remains Of Edith Finch

My Little Pony

Rabbit And Steel

GrayStillPlays

Magic The Gathering

Epic The Musical

Azur Lane

Magical Girl Raising Project

Nevermore (Webtoon)

Destiny 2

Numbers

Remnant II

Vermintide I and II

Mr. Robot

Severance

Sailor Moon

Eddsworld

Kingdom Hearts

Dead By Daylight

Arknights

Kamen Rider

Ni No Kuni

Arrow (TV Show)

Nimona

RWBY

I'm The Grim Reaper (Webtoon)

Welcome To Demon School Iruma-kun! (Mairimashita Iruma-kun)

Call Of Duty

Plants Vs Zombies (Original Game)

#Actually Plural (The Tag)

The Concept Of Math

The Evillious Chronicles

Cry Of Fear

Kingdom Hearts

Family Members

Resident Evil (Franchise)

Lego Ninjago

Five Nights At Freddys (Rerun)

Umbrella Academy

Professor Layton

Helluva Boss

I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream

Zenless Zone Zero

JoJos Bizarre Adventure

Steven Universe

Warrior Cats

Fight Club (Rerun)

Bojack Horseman

Battle For Dream Island

Spongebob Squarepants

House MD (Show)

Team Fortress 2

RanFren

Colors

Land Of The Lustrous

NomNomNami Games (Collectively)

Pressure (Roblox)

The Amazing Digital Circus (TADC)

The Coffin Of Andy And Leyley (TCOAAL)

Ic3speak (Band)

Baldurs Gate 3

Ensemble Stars / Enstars

Star Wars (Franchise)

Kirby (Franchise)

The Batfam

Tokyo Mew Mew

The Beatles

Osomatsu-san

Undertale AUs (generally)

Apps (like, on the phone)

Welcome Home

Dead Poets Society

Zero Day

Voices Of The World

ContentSMP (by DoctorR4t)

BigTop Burger (Show)

The Hunger Games

Doors (Roblox)

Percy Jackson

Shin Megami Tensei

Lucifer (Show)

#Do you guys understand my pain?#Do you understand what ita like to sort through 500 asks?#KIDDING #I'm glad people enjoy this blog #The stuff in (brackets) is more for me then it is for you #Stuff gets put randomly sometimes though I try to stick in order unless its BIG asks #or you mention my SPINs #;#this was requested by an anon - i hope this helps you somehow!#a lot of work #;;;;;;#queue checklist

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sim0nsays · 9 months ago

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Naps | Simon Ghost Riley Imagines

You and Simon are practically best friends. You work together, you play around and joke with each other, You nap together, he always has your back and you always have his. You do stand up for him, when the other recruits are talking about how scary and how much of a hard ass he really is.

You guys are pretty close, you've opened up to simon and he opened up to you recently. You stayed by his side all night, eventually falling asleep beside him as he held you in his arms. Seeing the way you two act, everyone thinks you're dating. Even though, you aren't. Don't get me wrong, Simon is a great man and he takes care of you well. You're just not sure if he feels the same way back. Little do you know that he does, he does like you. He gets angry every time a recruit talks about you in a suggestive manner, yelling at them. Every time, some officer decides to pick on you—he stands up for you, even if you didn't need him too.

This particular day you were in his room, playing video games on the console. You were looking for him, wanting to spend time with him. You were looking for someone to talk to, having a rough day today. Instead, you confided in some modern warfare, call of duty. You were an ace when it came to the game, although Simon was a bit better than you. You could still face off though, like you usually did with him on the mobile game. Playing a free for all match against him, with you and him killing each other back and forth, sometimes you get away with killing him more.

You looked at your phone, looking at the time as you looked at the door. He should he arriving from his mission in the next hour or so. You sat, leaning against the frame as you focused on your game. As you tossed and turned finding a right position, you started to feel sleepy. You decided to nap, maybe you'll awake before he comes.

Which turns out to be the opposite. Your breath was soft and deep as you hugged yourself, sleeping soundly. The door opened as he entered the room, immediately taking notice of you on his bed. He dropped his stuff, walking towards you as he loomed over, looking down at you. He admired your sleeping face, his hand came down cupping your cheek as he swiped his thumb over it, affectionately. He pulled away, shutting off the tv as he walked into the bathroom.

45 minutes later, he walked out of the restroom, hair damp hidden underneath his mask. He wore a black sweatshirt, using his hands to push the sleeves up and some sweats. His head turned towards you again, sleeping soundly. He stalked towards you, walking towards the other side as he gets onto the bed. You didn't move, knee sinking into the mattress as he positioned himself beside you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest. He snuggled his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent that drives him absolutely crazy. He pulled you even close towards him, if possible; your back pressed against his chest. He let out a sigh, letting himself relax beside you. He let out shallow breaths before his eyes, his fluttered shut, head leaning slightly towards yours. You moved around slightly, leaning even more against his chest. His eyes fluttered open, looking down at you for a brief second before closing his eyes, wrapping his arm around your waist.

#imagines #simon ghost riley #simon riley smut #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #call of duty #cod imagine #cod mw2

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the-1st-astronaut · 3 months ago

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OC Info Card: Soursy Tartsludge

Soursy Tartsludge is a DLC character for the mobile/console release of Sugar Rush!! They're based on the Slime Licker candy.

SO MANY WORDS UNDER THE CUT YOU WERE WARNED

You know how Cookie Run: Kingdom has a different intro screen for every update? They did that with the Soursy Tartsludge update!!

(also guys the slime under their eyes IT'S GLASSES PLEASE GUYS)

They're also a glitch. Since the mobile release of Sugar Rush has voice chat (but has penalties for cussing), they hacked the filters to cuss. Soursy has a foul mouth!

Eventually, someone plugged in their phone into Game Central Station on accident to charge it, and Soursy escaped the mobile game! They went on to venture into the Sugar Rush cabinet.

Soursy was made fun of by the other racers for being the only sour racer. (Which is kinda dumb, but the racers are all around ten years old. Little kids are brutal.) So when they went into the cabinet, they met Vanellope, and bonded over their bullying!

They're also the adopted sibling of Captain Alvarez (my brother's Hero's Duty self insert)!! Soursy came from the Internet, they've seen a lot of violence and witnessed Call of Duty matches. They got bored of the sweets and visited Hero's Duty every now and then to watch from behind a rock (LMAOO)

The first time they met, Soursy panicked and ran/glitched back into the game central station. The second time they met, Captain grabbed Soursy with the suit's massive hands, and they FREAKED out. They were FRANTICALLY glitching trying to get out of his grasp, until Captain clarified he wasn't going to hurt them. Then they calmed down. Eventually, they encountered each other again and started to bond.

Soursy sometimes sticks to his back, so they can watch everything going on without getting hurt!!! During an active match, they can yell at him "ON YOUR SIX" to let him know that there's a cybug approaching behind him! SIBLING TEAMWORK!! And then when the arcade closes they both go to Tapper's!

From that point on, Soursy never returned to the phone they came from. They're well aware that if they die, they're not coming back, and that makes their little life even more thrilling!

credits to @astronomicallycomical for both whiteboardfox images!!

#alienyammering #wir #wir oc #wreck it ralph #wreck it ralph oc #sugar rush oc #sugar rush #my ocs #not my art #aliendoodles #oc card

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princesssmars · 1 year ago

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in love with the thought of you and jordan playing video games with marie.

like. i imagine in the group home the only way they got to play any games were physical ones and if they could sneak in a few minutes on cool math games during computer time. and as much as i think marie would kick ass at life and chutes and ladders, she'd constantly miss the game consoles she had at home.

so she meets you and jordan and college, and jordan takes gaming serious but not so seriously. they'll dick around in online games and scarily become a master manipulator when they can be convinced to play among us once in a blue moon, and once marie tells you she hasnt player a real video game since middle school you both make it your personal missions to help her play any game she wants.

and i feel like she would kick ass at nearly everything! and annoyed as she gets at randoms screaming in her ears she can enjoy a game of cs:go or call of duty, and had a week long obsession with slime rancher, constantly coming over to your dorm to play the game on your pc while you give her tips in the background.

yes her favorite is the honey slime. yes she made too many gordos and stopped playing for a month because the tar killed them all.

and dont even get me started on mobile games...jordan probably begs her no to play them because :

1. they're corny as hell

2. you play them religiously, and everytime a game says 'share to get an extra _' you send them the link. she goes through their messages and there are probably 200 shared links from you.

but its inevitable. once she gets a phone you send her a link for choices/episode and its all over. but once she has her first diamond choice where she has to tell her love interest (definitely modeled after you or jordan) she hates their guts she gets pissed off. if you give her money to buy some diamonds she'll be unstoppable.

but my favorite headcanon would be her playing games while high. just on weed, but it was when jordan told you they were going to try to teach marie how to play fortnite, and you had a really bad but really funny idea to do it while high.

it was supposed to be just you, but marie joined in which landed the two of you cackling after you both fell off a tower and died, jordan with their head in their hands as the 'you ranked #80!' lit up the screen.

#gen v #gen v x reader #marie #jordan #the boys #the boys x reader #marie moreau #marie moreau x reader #jordan li #jordan li x reader #limoreau #limoreau x reader

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swimminginentropy · 11 days ago

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I found out that my friend used to be addicted to call of duty mobile until she deleted it in an attempt to free her free time.

In an attempt to get her back on it (I enjoy sowing small chaos) I downloaded it and I’ve been playing it in front of her. Asking her which loadout is best for which map. Letting her play on my phone.

Now I’m addicted to call of duty mobile. I’m going to spend longer and longer on this game every day until I delete it.

And so the cycle repeats.

#meirl #call of duty #gaming #video games

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heavensmockery · 8 months ago

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"Father, bless me for that I will sin"

Summary: Father Jim deFroque gets possesed by a familiar face AN: Happy Jesus he knows me anniversairy y´all have a bit of Jim suffering in honor of that. Let me know if you want part 2. Also the art is a nod to a very beloved horror game. Guess which one in the comments!! TW: Possesion , cussing , discussion of religion , mild gore , pain Words: 1,3k

Father Jim deFroque. Some call him the good willing father of the Jesus talks, some know him from his masses, some know him from his not so holy night life. Somewhat he had the trace of a glorious Popstar-Life, but behind this naïve look and the preaching of comfortable lies with the subtle manipulation of giving some man all your money to be greeted into heaven with open arms. Not to speak that Jum had a lot of interesting callers , especially around easter. Some days he wondered if it wasn’t the infamous ministry who chased these kinds of calls upon his neck to annoy him. But , as a priest must, he kept his patience all the way, And it wasn’t only his good willing patience that helped him stay calm during the arguments on the Jesus talks, but also the leftovers from his wild nights . Some wonder if he had a cold that he never gets rid off as they get to hear the sniffing from time to time on calls

Yet , one call was interesting. It came , late at night while he was in the bathroom , taking care of his hair. He forgot to leave the light on in his bedroom , which made the call coming from it seem like the scene right before a jumpscare in a horror movie. The only source of light was the moon from outside, shimmering lightly through the stained glass. Jim picked up, who would he be if not a priest always available for his devoted followers?He was just surprised the call did go to his mobile phone rather than the one he was given by the church for the jesus talks. He picked up.

“Good evening ,May god bless your soul. you are speaking to Father Jim deFroque. How may I help you?” he answered in his usual demeanor. There was no answer. Except some weird, breathing noises. Jim thought it was one of these interesting calls again and was about to hang up when suddenly , a rather familiar voice spoke . “Another day of serving the lord?” . What a weird.. teasy sounding question. Jim firstly had to think for a moment. “Sir, is this a serious question or do you just want to …” Jim started with a confused tone as the voice interrupted him “..No..no.. genuine question.” . “Well , yes, obviously. How shall I not fulfill my duty of serving our shepherd” Jim responded in his usual demeanor. “How are you so sure that he is actually real? Has he done something to prove his existence to you?” Yes, it was done of those callers again. Jim took a deep sigh, deciding if he should just shit on the rules and tell the caller to fuck off, or if he should grab into his basket of “evidence” he keeps repeating like a broken record.

He decided for option two, he does not need any troubles right now , as he did not wish to ruin his image just because it was 2 am and he was about to go to bed since he didn’t feel like clubbing today. “Well you see, I consider my duty and life to be a blessing of our lord and saviour. He has led me to my mission to bring the message of the holy spirit to the masses and redirect the people back to the right path” . There was silence , then a chuckling.. “redirect them to the right path..sure” the voice replies snarky “do you ask them if they wish to? Do they come to you even?” Jim felt himself getting tired of this pointless conversation, but also weirdly anxious. “Sir, I only do what I must, not what I decide is the solution” . The voice snickered at that. “Im sure they’ll appreciate you” . That was when the call ended. Leaving Jim with the phone in his hand, starring at the screen of the suppressed number. Jim found this weird, but nothing shocking. And decided to go to bed, but he still couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was out to get him.

Jim didn’t have the most pleasant dream either, a rather short figure appearing in his dream only to laugh at him. As he stepped closer to the figure he got to see their face, it was familiar face paint what burned itself into his memory. The unmatched eyes, it was like he has seen them before. Why was this haunting him? But that wasn’t the worst of it all. As the figure stepped closer, He was revealing his horns, and the ground beneath Jim was burning. They just watched him on fire, waving even a little with a smile he didn’t know was meant to be a greeting or a farewell. The eyes and the face paint stayed in his memory even as he awoke. It was still dark. He checked his watch , spotting it was only five am

The light in the bathroom was still on. Jim couldn’t recall if he switched it off before bed or not so he forced himself up to turn it off. Yet his eyes were greeted with a different scenery as he wished to. There was red paint on his mirror, spelling the word Sinner. Now that was the final straw to get the faithful man out of his calm demeanor. He inspected the paint, but the paint turned it out to be blood.

Firstly Jim went to check his locks and windows, in case someone wanted to pull a prank on him. But all locked and closed. Which was weird. To say the least. “Holy Father have mercy on my soul…” Jim whispered under his breath. And the plead was replies with a chuckling. The same as on the call. Jim shook his head, refusing to let his mind trick him. He started to consider that these were the after effects of his last trip. As he stood in front of the mirror with disbelief the light switched off.

Jim unintentionally screamed. Not sure if it was the shock or the fact that everything what was going on seemed out of a horror movie. He prayed quietl under his breath, pinched himself even to wake himself up from this nightmare. Pleading to whoever was listening to stop his madness. “No, No” it sounded behind him. Jim gulped and turned around to the noise, (He felt incredibly stupid for acting like a horror movie protagonist in this situation) and spotted the man from his dreams sit there. Didn’t they say he was dead? Decaptivated even? And of course he had horns. He smirked at Jim. “So ..Are you still on the right path?, Father?" He asked while looking absent minded towards the wall . “What a stupid question, of course I am. What do you want, my soul? “ Jim yelled hysterically , losing his demeanor. Why was he tormenting him like that?

The man stood up. He didnt answer his question but was smirking even brighter. “Lets see how he can save you now from that” he replied, with that he revealed his horns and wings. He snapped his finger and a burning pain claimed Jim´s chest. The father screamed for mercy. To anyone that would listen to help him. “Burn in hell you--…” Jim went quiet. He felt something shift, enter his mind and spread inside him like poison , no prayers would save him now. And he was simply not qualified for an exorcism on himself and way too panicked to continue. Jim felt his faith fade, along with his mind. No matter how hard he tried to stay and not let the evil take him over, it was too late for salvation. The begs of mercy faded slowly. His tortured expression turned into one of satisfaction

Father Jim was no more, his smile was not his own, his eyes always overshadowed with the omnipresent glow of his red eyes. Jim slowly got up, groaning from his floor. Facing his new form in the mirror. A bright smile painted his face and he chuckled. A weird dark red substance trickled from his mouth and eyes , and his iris were black along.

And with that the beloved father was gone , buried deep beneath the shadows of the possesion , locked in the dark of his mind.

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soaps-mohawk · 9 months ago

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My Sunday is ok. Just parenting and watching Corpse Husband play games from old streams. Missing my YouTube Premium, because my paycheck didn't show up last 2 Friday's ago (im pissed,) and playing Call of Duty Mobile when I get really tired so thar I don't fall asleep

Nooo not the late paycheck 😭 that's the absolute worst. I had to go without YouTube premium for a couple weeks waiting for unemployment to get approved and I forget how awful it is trying to watch anything with ads. (I also never noticed how much YouTube I watch 😭). I've never really played COD mobile either. I downloaded it at one point and tried to play for like five minutes and my phone got so hot it felt like it was going to explode so...I gave up lmaoo 😅

#cod is too much for my poor old phone #answered

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verona2314 · 9 months ago

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Judgment of the Damned (translation) PART II

LINK PART I

Summary:

In the realm of Limbo, where souls deemed too good for Hell but not virtuous enough for Heaven reside, Victoria finds herself thrust into an unprecedented mission. When a notorious sinner, Sir Pentious, achieves redemption and ascends to Heaven, it sends shockwaves through all realms. Tasked with unraveling this mystery, Victoria, a minor judge of souls, is sent to the infamous Hazbin Hotel in Hell. For the first time, an emissary from Limbo steps foot into the fiery depths, tasked with observing and judging the denizens of Hell for their potential for redemption. As Victoria navigates this unfamiliar territory, she captures the unrequired attention of the enigmatic Radio Demon, Alastor. Amidst the chaos of demonic antics and the pursuit of understanding redemption, Victoria must confront her own beliefs and judgments. As she delves deeper into the secrets of the Hazbin Hotel, Victoria uncovers hidden truths about sinners, redemption, and the ultimate fate of souls caught between damnation and salvation. With each soul she encounters, Victoria's journey becomes not only a quest for answers but a personal voyage of self-discovery in the heart of darkness.

Chapter 2: The Judge from The Limbo

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Charlie:

"So, what do you think, Vaggie, don't you think it's an excellent idea for us to be closer together to form a stronger team bond and cooperation?," she asked with a lot of enthusiasm, almost jumping out of her office seat. However, her girlfriend didn't seem so thrilled with the idea.

"I don't know Charlie. I understand what you want to do but I think this is putting us all... too close together.

"Why do you say that?," she replied without fully understanding what the problem was."

"It's twister Charlie. Twister. I'm not saying it's a bad idea, but maybe it's...too much."

"I see," she replied, a little discouraged by Vaggie's opinion, but perhaps it was true. Sometimes she could push others too hard to achieve the breakthroughs she longed for, and that wasn't right. On the other hand, some might be uncomfortable with the physical contact involved in the game...and then there was Angel."

"I know you can think of another way. You're the most creative person I've ever met. I know something will occur to-

"I KNOW! ," she interrupted "Oooh it'll be great!" Vaggie looked at her stunned at the sudden change in mood, but it wasn't long before she gave her a smile."

"What?"

"SPORTS! Nothing better for bonding than a team sport driven by rivalry and the need to beat the opposing team!"

"Actually... that's an excellent idea."

-I KNOW! ," she exclaimed, raising her arms and prancing in place, "it could be football, volleyball or badminton...uh uh uh, catch the flag or tennis! And there should be prizes, or maybe a scoring system...- Her state of absolute excitement was interrupted by the sound of her mobile phone ringing. It was her father. She tried to take a deep breath to calm down a bit and have a proper conversation," HELLOO...ehem.. I mean, hello dad.

Vaggie looked at her with a questioning look on her face, but Charlie just shrugged. She hadn't expected a call from her father. While their relationship was on much better terms, he was a rather busy man with the duties of a king, or so she wanted to believe. As always, they exchanged greetings and asked the usual trivial questions, but she could sense something in his tone of voice.

"Dad, what's wrong? I get the feeling something's bothering you. Is it about Mom? no? I see. Sit down? okay. Yes, I promise not to panic ," Charlie sat down on the chair from her office. Slowly, he began to tell her about the situation. Her heart raced and her eyes began to widen in surprise, excitement and concern. There was a hint of disbelief, but her father would never lie to her about something like this. She used all her self-control to keep her cool. Vaggie watched her with curiosity and some trepidation as her girlfriend could obviously sense her nervousness. Once her father had finished speaking, Charlie sighed ,"I see. That's the situation. Don't worry, Dad. I'll take care of it and make sure everything is in order," she finally cut the call and looked off into the distance, intertwining her fingers, remaining silent, sitting with her back completely straight as she forced a smile.

"So, what did your father want ," asked Vaggie. Charlie couldn't hold back any longer and jumped out of her seat and grabbed her girlfriend by the shoulders.

"THEREISAMINORJUDGECOMINGFROMLIMBOANDITHOUGHTITDIDN'TEXISTBUTITTURNSOUTITDOESANDTHEJUDGEWILLBESTAYINGATTHEHOTELSOITCANSTUDYSINNERSINSEARCHOFUNDERSTANDINGREDEMPTIONANDMYDADWEREATTHESUPREMEJUDGESWHICHIALSOTHOUGHTTHEYWEREJUSTAMYTHANDICAN'TMESSITUPBECAUSETHISISSUCHAGREATOPPORTUNITY."

"Wow, wow, Charlie, take it easy. Take a breath. I can't understand what you're saying to me ," Vaggie took her hand and looked at her with love and determination, "Whatever it is, I'm here for you. We'll work it out together. We'll get through this. Nothing can be that bad if we face it as a team."

Charlie looked at her partner in relief. Vaggie had a way of calming her down and making her feel safe, that she could accomplish anything she set her mind to. She smiled gratefully at her, "Thank you, I needed that, " she inhaled deeply and then let the air out slowly to let the tension go, "My father called to inform me that we will be receiving an unexpected and...somewhat important guest.

"An Overlord?"

She shook her head, "No... What would you think if I told you that the Limbo is real?"

"Uh, well, I'd be a little hesitant since no one's ever seen anyone from there, but if you were the one to tell me, I'd believe you."

"Well. It's real Vaggie...and it's not just that. A being from there will come here to the hotel."

"What? Why?"

"Well, apparently for some reason the supreme judges want to better understand the phenomenon of redemption and have decided to send an emissary to study the sinners or something like that," Vaggie looked at her with completely wide eyes,"Ah yeah. The supreme judges are also real. And...the person who comes as an emissary...IS A MINOR JUDGE! Vaggie, I can't mess this up. Imagine if this judge comes back to the Supremes with a positive report on the chances of redemption...but It could also make a negative report. I don't even have any idea how it is going to do this job or how long it will stays. WE MUST WARN THE OTHERS TO BEHAVE," The panic was getting to her again. This whole thing was completely unexpected and alarming. It was a great opportunity to effectively bring about the change she so longed for, but it could also result in the utter doom of her dream."

"Charlie," Vaggie again took one of her hands and with the other, tenderly held her cheek, "Don't worry. I'll make them all act their best before this emissary, even if I have to tie them up. Even if I have to tie them up, but... I'm sure they'll understand the situation. We are here to support you. Besides, we still have time to prepare, don't we? When does this judge arrive?... What I still don't understand is... why are they interested in redemption now?"

"Today. Any minute now.

"What? Uh, and your dad just told you?! I'd better lock those lunatics in the basement until we can talk to them about this.

"Vaggie!," Charlie exclaimed.

"Uhg... Fine. I won't do it. Now that I think about it, I think today is the best day for the arrival of this emissary."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, Angel had to film all day today, " Charlie couldn't help but feel her heart shrink at the thought of Angel spending the whole day with Valentino. She didn't like that situation at all, but the last time she'd intervened, she'd only made things worse. She remained silent, letting Vaggie finish her explanation," Niffty, for her part, declared war on the insects in the attic, so I think she'll stay there all day. As long as we don't give her another extremely sharp dagger, I doubt we'll have any trouble. As for Husk, he's most likely drunk in the hotel bar. I can't deny that that place is quite cozy now that it's become this sort of lounge with the reconstruction of the hotel. As for Cherri, I doubt she'll be visiting if Angel isn't here.

"I see," she sighed, leaning on the desk, "So no one is at the hotel."

"That's right. Everything will be alright. You needn't worry about a thing. We'll manage to impress this judge," Vaggie smiled warmly at her. Charlie began to relax and feel calm. A feeling of peace came over her chest as she looked into her partner's eyes, lovingly, grateful for her support. But...something in the back of her mind began to nag, a discomfort, as if she was forgetting a detail. Suddenly, the realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.

-WHERE IS ALASTOR?

Alastor

There was something in the mood that made him uneasy, as if something was missing, and it bothered him deeply. He pondered for a few moments until he finally understood. The hotel was quiet, too quiet. The silence was deafening. Usually he would find that pleasant, but he had grown accustomed to the incessant din that the residents of the place emitted. They were like white noise. Boredom was beginning to creep in, so he would soon have to figure out something to occupy his time. He now had fewer responsibilities or sources of amusement since the hotel had been so...flamboyantly rebuilt. And at that moment, he felt someone ringing the front doorbell. Wonderful! He wouldn't have to go far to find entertainment. He teleported into the hotel lobby and walked calmly to the door. He could see a figure through the stained glass. Curiously, his hand hesitated for a moment before grasping the knob. He opened the door revealing a somewhat unexpected sight.

"Good afternoon" greeted a pleasant, polite female voice. It was a woman whose head reached no higher than his chest, but who, despite her short stature, stood gracefully and dignified. Her face had a calm expression and her deep amber eyes studied him closely. She wore a white blouse with a black collar and sleeves, as well as her palazzo style trousers at the waist. Her brown hair was tied back in a low ponytail. Her hands held a black leather briefcase. Alastor couldn't help but be intrigued as it was clear that this woman was not an angel, let alone a being from hell.

"Oh, good afternoon dear lady! Alastor is the name. You seem rather interesting, I must say. Could you tell me your name if it's not too much trouble," he replied with his usual charisma, looking into her eyes. He could see a certain sharpness in them. The woman arched an eyebrow, but remained calm.

"I have a meeting with Miss Charlie. She must be waiting for me," she replied.

"Oh, I see," he said, unable to contain a chuckle "you must be a lawyer or some sort of secretary, aren't you?," he asked as his smile grew. The woman's face subtly changed to a sterner one."

"With the greatest respect, that is none of your business, sir," she replied, still maintaining her dignified posture."

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," the woman's evasive answers made his curiosity grow. He studied her again and noticed that she had a mallet-shaped ring on her index finger. She definitely had something to do with the law.-Perhaps you can tell me what your meeting is about. After all, a little small talk, a chat, never hurts and it's also the politically correct thing to do, isn't it?" he said, moving aside to allow her to enter the hotel. The woman crossed the threshold of the door into the hall without looking at him."

"A chat? Is that what you call trying to get information from me?,” she said, looking sideways at him."

"I can tell you're an intelligent one," he decided to shake his hand in greeting "but to be honest...what harm can do a little information that I'll eventually know, like...your name, for example"the woman elegantly accepted his greeting, shaking his hand with a firm grip as well. She smiled slightly, but not in a friendly way."

"Oh, it is not the point whether or not it is harmful to give out the information you are requesting. I am simply choosing not to give you my name because I don't feel like it," she released his hand and in her eyes he could see a trace of defiance. This person's attitude irritated him a little, but it also intrigued him. Alastor could understand this woman's intentions. She was testing him, analyzing his responses and character in the face of his refusal to give something as simple as her name. A way of sizing each other up, testing the waters. He couldn't help but hold back a sly smile.

"You are stubborn, aren't you? However, you are right. You have every right to keep your name. But I may as well keep insisting. You'll see. I don't like to take no for an answer. This time I'll be nice, and I'll settle for you telling me what business you have with the esteemed princess from hell."

"Again, and I also keep insisting, it's none of your business," she replied, still remaining calm and sounding strangely gentle. He could not deny that he felt increasingly irritated by this individual. This woman was only making his curiosity grow, but she was not giving him any answers. His smile was becoming more and more forced. The fact that this stubborn woman would not answer a demon's questions spoke volumes about her character. On the other hand, he couldn't deny that his boredom had completely disappeared. This woman was amusing but annoying.

"It is a delight to talk with you, I suppose I shall have to play the guessing game. But I would advise you to watch your imprudence. I may not be so...charming next time.

"This is you being charming? I guess it's not your strong suit. Don't worry about it. I imagine you must have other talents," the woman replied with striking elegance and ease.

Alastor could feel his smile tighten. His patience was being tested "I wonder where such boldness fits in someone as small as you," she returned his gaze, keeping her composure.

"How curious. I was wondering how tall people like you do it so that they don't get airs and graces on their heads?

Alastor looked at her this time without hiding the irritation he felt, leaning slightly towards her, trying to impose himself with the size difference. Perhaps it was time to simply put manners aside. The woman didn't look away for a moment. She seemed to have no intention of backing down. The atmosphere was tense and seemed to grow darker and darker. At that moment, he heard hurried footsteps running down the stairs towards them.

"Alastor!!!," Charlie called after him. The princess from hell continued to run until she was between him and the irritating woman "Alastor, I see you have welcomed our distinguished guest".

Alastor took a step backwards and resumed his usual manner "Guest? Of course! She mentioned something about having a meeting with you, but nothing about being distinguished,"

"Charlie laughed nervously. She seemed very tense,"I guess she didn't have time to introduce herself," Charlie replied, looking at the woman.

-Yes, she did. But she refused fiercely.

"She must have her reasons," the princess from hell continued, "I welcome you to my hotel. You must be...

"Miss Charlie," greeted the woman with a genuine smile. Her amber eyes no longer looked defiant, but warm "It's a pleasure to meet you" she continued, bowing her head gracefully "Your assumptions are correct. I am Victoria. The judge of Limbo."

Alastor watched in surprise. This was clearly not what he had expected, but it explained her dignified and stubborn attitude. So limbo was real. But what was a judge from Limbo doing there, and why did she seem to be so sympathetic to Charlie? If the stories he had heard about that place and the beings who lived there were true, then this situation would be completely- interesting.

LINK PART III

#fanfic #alastor #alastor x oc #oc #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel fanfic #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel 2024 #radio demon #vivziepop #charlie morningstar #hazbin angel dust #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel fandom #Judgmentofthedamned

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cassandrakaine · 2 years ago

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💀 Ghost is dancing after snowball fight victory ⛄🕺⛄

I just tried the snowball fight mode in Call of duty mobile.

But I didn't expect to the dance after winning🤣🤣🤣

Quickly use my mobile phone to record this short dance.

I believe ghost is a good dancer😏

My friend thinks the emotes in the game make the characters look a little silly.

But I love these♥️♥️♥️

For me they add entertainment. Maybe I'll use Captain Price next time🤔

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disastertwins9000 · 10 months ago

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MY TURN HEHE

Do you play any video games, or do you have a list of them that you would LIKE to play??

I actually play the legend of zelda botw and totk all the time and i’m kinda a master (probs not lol) and i have call of duty mobile on my phone bc my brothers and guy friends commanded me to get it and eventually id like to try cod on the xbox but besides those, im not a big gamer.

i like to sit on my ipad and try to draw for hours at a time and inevitably end up with nothing XP

thanks for the ask!!

#avi answers #ihavewritersblockbutinreallifeask #<333

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cxdemistake · 1 year ago

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—Time slips away!

Burn out, don’t fade!

Dance on my grave!

I will never be them!—

Indie multimuse, multifandom blog.

Canon and OC muses present

Currently mobile-only

Semi-selective, semi-active

Open to asks and messages

More info (link to OCs, list of canon muses, writer info, and rules) under the cut.

OC Links

*Note: A few characters’ appearances/voices have changed, so make sure to check out the tags on the blog. OCs are tagged with “; (name)”— for example, my character Myarel is tagged with “; myarel” (no quotations).*

Canon Muses

*Note: Many of these muses aren’t listed on my muse page due to being unable to update said page from my phone. Muse tags vary. Some are tagged with fancy tags but I may switch between those and regular tags. They’re listed here in alphabetical order by fandom.*

**Edit: I’ve also marked which fandoms/muses are most active. Very active fandoms will be bolded, semi-active italic, and dormant/needing some time before interaction are regular text. I’ll also put an asterisk after new muses/muses I haven’t played yet. I beg that if a fandom isn’t bolded or italicized that you discuss it with me before sending something in or making a starter— I have a lot of muses and it takes time to get into the swing of new ones when I’m not in the right mindset!**

The Arcana: Asra Alnazar*, Julian Devorak, Portia Devorak*, Faust

American Gods: Mad Sweeney

Assassin’s Creed: Ezio Auditore da Firenze*, Aveline de Grandpré

Avatar: The Last Airbender: Zuko*

Back 4 Blood: Karlee*, Evangelo*

Baldur’s Gate 3: Astarion*

Boondock Saints: Murphy MacManus*

Call of Duty: Simon “Ghost” Riley*, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish*

Chappie: Chappie*

Columbo: Lt. Frank Columbo*

Dead Island/Riptide: Sam B, John Morgan*

Detroit: Become Human: Connor, Markus*

Dirty Bomb: Vassili*

Disturbed (band): The Guy*

Dream Daddy: Damien Bloodmarch*, Robert Small*

Dying Light: Kyle Crane*, Rahim*, Karim*

FNAF: Cupcake

Hazbin Hotel: Alastor, Angel Dust, Charlie, Husk, Lucifer

Homestuck: Gamzee, Calsprite

I, Frankenstein: Adam

Into the Badlands: Baron Quinn*

Jet Set Radio Future: Yoyo*

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Jonathan Joestar*, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo*, Josuke Higashikata*, Giorno Giovanna*, Jolyne Cujoh*, Caesar Zeppeli

Kingdom Hearts: Axel

Left 4 Dead 2: Ellis, Nick

Marvel: Nightcrawler*, Moon Knight*, Eddie Brock/Venom*

Monster High: River Styxx*, Operetta*, Frankie Stein*

The Nightmare Before Christmas: Jack Skellington*

Obey Me!: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo

Onmyoji: Yasha*, Hiromasa*, Susabi*

Pirates of the Caribbean: Captain Jack Sparrow*

Portal: GLaDOS

Red Dead Redemption: John Marston*, Arthur Morgan*

Rise of the Guardians: Jack Frost*

Skullgirls: Valentine

Stardew Valley: Shane*

Steven Universe: Garnet*, Ruby*, Sapphire*, Sunstone*, Sardonyx*, Rainbow Quartz 2.0*

Spiritfarer: Gwen*

Suicide Squad: Diablo

Undertale/Deltarune: Papyrus, Sans, Susie*

Until Dawn: Chris*

The Village: Ivy Walker

Walking Dead/Fear: Negan Smith, Daryl Dixon, Morgan Jones, Shiva, Victor Strand*, Qaletaqa Walker*, Crazy Dog*

Warframe: Excalibur Umbra*

Warm Bodies: R, M

What We Do In The Shadows: Nandor the Relentless*, Viago*, Vladislav*

Info About The Writer

Hi! I’m Alistair— you can call me that, or you can use my username for pretty much everywhere else, TheetyPie/Theety. I don’t mind either way.

I’m a trans guy, I use he/they pronouns. I’m panromantic/asexual, and I’m 27 years old.

I have 3 cats, they’re my babies. I also (as you can tell from above) have a lot of OCs, and the number is still growing. I want to turn my ideas into a bigger creation someday, still not sure exactly where I want to go with it.

I do more than write. I do art, I like video games, music, and just collecting stuff. Current obsessions are Monster High, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, makeup, crystals, and jewelry.

Rules

The most important: I do not RP smut. In the past I’ve used the fade-to-black method, but I’m not entirely comfortable with that with most of my muses.

In the same vein, DO NOT FORCE SHIPS. I love ships as much as the next guy, but I would prefer to discuss it first, or for us to agree on it. It’s cool if your muse has a crush, totally fine— mine get crushes all the time! But make sure if you want to ship, we discuss it first.

In a similar vein to that one as well, no god-modding/powerplaying. If your character is strong, an immortal being, or whatever, cool! I have some of those too. But there should always be a limit. Don’t say your character is moving mine unless we’ve talked about that. Attempt to move them. Usually I follow along as long as boundaries aren’t pushed.

Don’t kill or seriously injure my muse without permission. Fights happen, of course, but again: discussion. I’m up for threads where my canon muses are injured or killed, but not where it happens to my OCs, unless we’re getting into a backstory and another OC that’s already deceased dies. Non-serious injuries are alright to come out of nowhere with, but if it’s a first meeting, I’d prefer to plot it out.

I’m semi-selective. I’m kind of particular about who I follow and who I thread with. I prefer us to be mutuals to thread, but you don’t have to be mutuals to send me things.

I’m very bad at keeping up with people. If you message me and I don’t respond, it’s usually bc I’m shy, I forgot, or I’m busy with work. It’s not you, I promise. Usually I don’t message first bc I’m nervous.

Back to shipping: I’m also multiship. Usually my ships are in different universes, unless discussed with all parties beforehand. The exception is a few of my OCs that are partnered together— ask about their availability. I love random ships, just talk to me about them!

I love duplicates of my muses. Whether it’s “x meets self” or I find someone I share a muse with, I love RPing with just about everyone. Please don’t hesitate to reach out if we have a muse in common!

One of my other most important statements, not really considered a rule, but it’s still important: if you want to know something about any muse, canon or OC, please tell me— ask or message me! I haven’t been able to write down a lot of info about any of them because I’m on mobile, but I will infodump for you if you need/want to know something. I love talking about my children, they’re precious to me.

If you send something in or make something for me when we haven’t even spoken, I might not feel comfortable responding. I’m very shy and nervous about not having any discussion beforehand. 😭

If there’s anything I left out or you need to know, just ask!

#cxdemistake #fjsjfjf this took a while #also look at all the muses #this is what happens when I consume tons of media on a break #I cling to 20000 fictional characters and need to write them #fhdjfj #also consider this my promo #pls reblog to help me find more active peeps #thx!#; promo

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allstartrekgames · 1 year ago

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Star Trek: First Duty

Original Release: 2002

Developer: Digital Bridges

Publisher: Activision

Platform: WAP

Not played: No playable builds available

A very early mobile game, made for WAP (Wireless Access Protocol. This is essentially a browser-based game made by people who had a lot of ambition for what mobile phone games could do. First Duty was an adventure game set at Starfleet Academy. You needed to complete a four year training course. I spoke to one of the developers who describe it as a “chose your own path” game.

First Duty was similar to a previous game of theirs called Sorcery!, based on the Steve Jackson book, made as a precursor to their big Star Trek project: Star Trek: Prime Directive.

#star trek #mobile games #star trek gaming

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austin-in-taiwan · 4 months ago

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July 21 - Taipei - Sunday Free Day, Independent Excursion

Today was a free day on Sunday! The night before, I went out to a nightclub with a group of people, so I started at 12:00 pm this morning. We have an "Independent Excursions" assignment, in which we have to use one of our free days or afternoons to pick an excursion based on a cultural aspect of Taiwan. We were told to choose something related to our undergraduate major. I decided to focus my excursion on Taiwan's technological focus as my major is Information Systems. The day before, I did some research on places to go. Some museums, such as the TSMC museum, were booked for months and only had tours in Mandarin (the TSMC tour would have been awesome). In addition, I thought about visiting the main offices of companies like Nvidia. However, they were closed on Sundays, and besides seeing the building, there would have been little to do. My first stop ended up being the National Taiwan Science Education Center.

Once I got to the NTSEC, I realized (and probably should've been evident from online reviews) that this museum was more for children. I had seen some information about semiconductors and technology online, so I only did a little research before getting there. Although I was frustrated that I had spent 30 minutes on a bus going to a children's education museum, I decided to go anyway and see how Taiwan's education museums might differ from those in America. Honestly, I was really glad I went inside. First of all, an event was going on, the 112th academic year Aboriginal Culture and Science Exhibition Awards Ceremony. If you've read my previous blog posts, my entire group had visited an aboriginal person's museum. We were told that we had gone to that museum because it was improbable that we would get any first-hand experience with any aboriginal persons or culture. So, at this exhibition, I could actually get that first-hand experience. Although I didn't stay for the entire exhibition, I watched a group on stage perform some aboriginal dances and songs while wearing traditional clothes. Although that's different from what I came for, it was a fantastic added bonus.

The museum itself was actually very excellent. One person explained online that (even with it being open 9am -6pm) they wish it was open longer because their kids could've spent more time exploring the museum. It was 11 floors, and there were tons of interactive exhibits that all the kids looked super engaged with, from chemistry to math, to physics, to environment, to innovations and tinkering and more. I wandered to the innovations and technology exhibit and was happy to find a timeline on semiconductors, which Taiwan is currently famous for. The timeline ranged from 1833, when a British physicist discovered silver sulfide as a semiconductor material, to 1987, when TSMC was founded, to 2016, when Amazon completed its first drone delivery. Although I was upset that the museum wasn't what I thought it would be, I was happy to find the timeline that I was looking for. Overall, I thought it was interesting that they had exhibits like this that kids were also super interested in.

Then I took the train to Syntrend Creative Park. This is Taipei's technology district and was much more than I expected. There are many tech shops, from gaming to drones to massage chairs and anything you could imagine. Right when I got there, a mobile call of duty game fair was going on. I was encouraged to hop in a short line and try the game, so I did, and I even got a free Red Bull. I initially realized the cultural differences as this fair was super popular, and people in the U.S. aren't interested much in mobile games on their phones. Then, I went into the mall, and it was insane. It was packed, and there were shops with gaming computers, keyboards, crazy gaming chairs, tables, phones specifically for gaming, and many more. I even saw advertisements showing professional gamers promoting the hardware they use, just like an ad of a football player promoting the shoes they wear. I quickly realized how much larger gaming was into this culture. I began to understand how companies like Nvidia in Taiwan were so focused on making semiconductors and computer chips back before COVID-19 that they are now so crucial for building AIs (if you don't know, Nvidia originally made their chips for gaming, and it's now very vital to AI). I will discuss this more in my upcoming Academic Reflection for my independent excursion.

Academic Reflection

As reflected in my freewriting portion of this blog post, I focused my independent excursion on Taiwan's cultural focus and dominance in innovation and technology. Over the past years, Taiwan has become globally recognized for its significant contributions to tech, specifically in its semiconductor production (think Taiwan Semiconductor). U.S. companies, like Nvidia, heavily rely on TSMC and other Taiwan tech companies to advance AI (a world-changing technological innovation that may be bigger than the creation of the computer itself). All things considered, Taiwan has accomplished a remarkable feat in becoming the world's top producer of semiconductors from an island whose primary exports before the 1980s were all low-tech.

Taiwan built a culture of innovation and technology from the ground up to get to where they are today. Today, I could see this simply by walking through the technology district and Syntrend Creative Park. The gaming culture was more extensive than anything I have seen. Many stores sold tons of gaming hardware, including computers, keyboards, chairs, headphones, etc. I even saw a mobile phone that was designed explicitly for gaming. Outside the building, there was also a convention for a mobile first-person shooter game that was extremely popular. The popularity of mobile gaming is one thing that I found different from that of the United States. However, this high interest in gaming and technology shows a significant cultural investment in technology. I initially discovered my love for new technology, AI, and later, my major in Information Systems, partly because of my interest in playing video games when I was younger. Overall, in this way, the cultures in the U.S. and Taiwan are similar.

In addition, it's essential to see how the government helped shape this success years ago. In the 1970s, "Chiang Ching-Kuo, the de facto political leader at the time, sought a "technical breakthrough" to advance Taiwan's industrialization" (Huang 1). He and Dr Pan Wen-Yuan proposed the idea of investing in IC manufacturing technology in Taiwan to the Minister of Economic Affairs. This was the beginning of Taiwan's technology boom. Furthermore, the creation of the Hsinchu Science-Based Industrial Park resulted in large amounts of foreign investment and the expansion of the semiconductor industry. They also sponsored the VLSI (Very Large Scale Integration) project. This project invested in research and development, trained Taiwanese engineers, and sponsored partnerships with international experts. As a result, the region's capacity for producing semiconductors enhanced and facilitated businesses like TSMC. Overall, the government played a huge part in promoting a culture of innovation in technology through education and investing resources, leading to the success of Taiwanese businesses.

Huang, Ling-Ming. "A Short History of Semiconductor Technology in Taiwan during the 1970s and the 1980s." Taiwan Insight, 10 May 2024, taiwaninsight.org/2024/05/10/a-short-history-of-semiconductor-technology-in-taiwan-during-the-1970s-and-the-1980s/. Accessed 20 July 2024.

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cellythefloshie · 2 years ago

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;; Falling - Ross’ Perspective A Honey Magnolia Prequel

Summary: Seeking your independence after having to rely on your father and step-mother after a series injury, you let yourself do the simplest of things: shower. But even that comes with its risks after having limited mobility. And when it comes down to needing help, there is only one other person at home: your annoying step brother Ross. Read the Honey Magnolia Collection. Notes: “you” was written as an athlete (softball) recovering from an undisclosed injury that needed surgery to recover from, it left a scar. You can read from the readers perspective here. Kinks & TW: future stepcest, sexual attraction, sexual frustration, sex toys, ross realizes how attractive you are, implied masturbation, there is no actual smut in this chapter. Word Count: 3410

While Ross very much lived and breathed hockey, and he was forever grateful for the opportunities he had been given to be able to play professionally, he often looked forward to the off-season. It gave him his time to train, to improve for the season to come, and it gave him time with his family. The family that he didn’t get to see often enough when he was busy flying from one city to the next, so busy that even a phone call home to his mother seemed impossible. However, going home for the summer also had its downsides. Especially since his mother had married your dad because it meant spending the summer at the family's summer home also meant seeing you.

The two of you had never really gotten along, especially when you were competitive teenagers forced to live under the same roof, and he had hoped you would become more tolerable with time. He was wrong. You had only become even more insufferable, especially since you had gotten injured on the field and had required surgery.

Ross didn’t know what was more annoying, you fully healthy and challenging him every opportunity you got, or you hurt and frequently needing help with the simplest of things. Worst of all, your father and his mother expected him to cater to you too. He wasn’t expected to do much, your dad almost always had it covered, but as you healed and improved his mother and your father wanted their freedoms back too and left you both home alone on a Saturday afternoon.

You had both been in your respective bedrooms when they had left, Ross in a Call of Duty lobby with his teammates and you - hell, he didn’t know what you were doing and he didn’t care either. Yet, he played with his headset half-off and his phone nearby on the off chance that you may need something from him.

As time passed, he was consumed by the game, and he thought he might be able to go the afternoon without having to do a damn thing for you - and he quickly found himself regretting even thinking it when he heard a loud thud down the hall. “Fuck,” he cursed, his hand reaching up to pull his headset from his head, “I’ll be right back-”

Tossing the controller down onto his bed, Ross stood up and reached for a nearby t-shirt that was probably due for a wash. He pulled it on over his head, and down over his body with ease as he made his way out into the hallway. Quick strides carried him down the hall to the door of your bedroom, where he found the door wide open. He peaked his head inside and you were nowhere to be found. Your name was a whisper on his lips as he looked up the hall and to the bathroom door. Ross could hear the tattooing of the water against the floor of the tub and knew in an instant what had happened. His steps hastened as he moved down the hall, and to the bathroom door. His hand was reaching for the handle before he could reach it, only or it to be locked when he tried to give it a twist.

“For fuck’s sake,” he cursed your name as his hand left the handle and raised to pound against the door in frustration. What were you thinking? Going in there and locking the door when you struggled to do something so simple as going up and down the stairs on your own.

Ross practically jogged down the length of the hallway to the linen closet where your dad likes to store some of his tools so he wouldn’t have to go all the way downstairs. A large hand rummaged through the small toolbox to retrieve a flat screwdriver before he was moving back to the bathroom door. Thankfully, it didn’t take much work to flick the locking mechanism free, but it wasn’t the only resistance he would face when opening the door. Behind it, you had piled your clothes and the heap was getting caught between the door and the floor. He let out a low groan as he pressed his hand flat against the door, and pushed it hard. The force sent it back with ease, and it did not stop until the clothes were trapped between it, the wall, and the door stop that prevented the handle from creating a hole in the wall.

From the doorway, Ross could see everything - even through the plumes of steam that had made the room look more like a sauna than the bathroom. You had somehow ended up sprawled out on the floor of the tub, the naked curves of your body obscured by the sheer shower curtain. His bright eyes were quick to dart up and down the length of the tub, looking for blood or any sign of injury but only found more of you.

You and that stupid deer-in-the-headlights expression on your face as you so slowly moved to drape your arms over your chest to hide your body from his gaze and pressed your legs together. It had been your desperate effort to conceal yourself from him, to bring yourself a semblance of modesty, but the movement only attracted his gaze. Ross watched as your arms folded into one another, amplifying your cleavage and leaving his mouth dry. It earned a frustrated sigh from his lips and sent his mind into a frenzy. He shouldn’t be looking at you like that.

Quickly Ross cast his gaze on everything but you in the tiny room. The floor, the ceiling, the soap by the sink, and the condensation that dripped down the length of the mirror. He took in every detail to force back the impeding thoughts of your perfect body that kept him standing frozen in the doorway. It took him a moment, but he was able to find his composure, or just enough of it, to take quick strides into the bathroom. He moved straight for the towel rack and gripped at the towel so hard his knuckles went white. He held it for a moment, gripping it tighter and tighter as he groaned out; “You couldn’t have waited until your dad got home, could you?”

“Obviously not,” you met him with such an attitude that Ross was ready to turn around and leave you there, but instead he threw the towel at you.

Ross knew he shouldn’t have been watching you when he had thrown it at you, but you made no attempt to reach out and grab it anyway. You exposed nothing to him, and instead, you let it fall over your body. The fabric became heavy with water, and you dragged it over your flesh to cover yourself up just right. It covered you up just enough.

The moment Ross saw you cast a glance in his direction, he averted his gaze up to the ceiling and muttered, “you covered up yet?” He knew you were, but he couldn’t have you know that.

“Yeah, yeah,” you sighed, “I’m covered.”

“Good,” Ross bit out, “nobody wants to fucking see that.”

His words were a lie, but he needed to say them. Ross needed to hear the words leave his lips so that his cock could hear the logic of his brain. He knew it wasn’t right, to even have to tell himself not to be indulging in the curves of your body, you were his step-sister after all, but he was just a man. A man with eyes and there was no ignoring how enticing the curves of your body were now that he had seen you naked for the first time.

Reaching out, Ross took a firm grasp of the shower curtain and drew it away from the wall. The tile was hot to the touch beneath his clammy hands as he leaned in and branched himself against it. He made sure to wet his hands as he reached in and turned the faucet off. It brought silence to the air, or rather a semblance of it as he was consumed by the sound of his own strong heartbeat in his ears.

With the water off, Ross pulled back the shower curtain fully and let his eyes return to you as you lay still on the bottom of the tub. Your hair had splayed out over its surface, and you had made your body small, bringing your limbs in close to your chest, but not even that could hide what was so clear for him to see. The towel was plastered to your body, draped over your curves and sitting just low enough on your chest to take in the swells of the top of your breasts and high enough on your legs for him to know that if he wasn’t careful about how he picked you up, he’d be seeing a lot more than you both would be comfortable with. Worst of all, he could see that pained expression on your face. You were hurt, and helpless, but worst of all you were embarrassed.

Silently, Ross dropped down to one knee alongside the tub and reached in with both arms to take hold of you. One arm coasted over the back of your thighs, brushing over the supple skin that was still slick with water and grasping at it firmly, and he reached beneath you with the other so that it stretched across the breadth of your back. He paused there for a moment, taking in and letting out a heavy breath as his hands were splayed out over your skin. Ross couldn’t recall a time he had ever touched at all, never mind being able to feel your bare skin beneath his touch.

The two of you, you had never really accepted the other as siblings - maybe you had been too old for that when your parents had married. You had never hugged, never done any of the affectionate ship birth siblings might have done to show their love for one another. The closest the two of you had really come to contact beyond something incidental was when you were sixteen ad had pushed him mid-argument. It had been something he had long forgotten, but now as he was touching you all he could think about was how your hands had felt pressed up against his chest all those years ago. The raging of his thoughts only intensified as you reached up, and linked your hands behind his neck carefully.

As accidental as they may have been, Ross could feel every graze of your fingers against the back of his neck and against his hairline as he hoisted you up with little effort and carried you out into the hallway. With each of his strides, the friction between the towel and his body caused it to slip. More and more of your cleavage was being bared to him, and it left him choked by any complaint or insult he could have thrown at you for soaking his t-shirt right through with water. The careful jiggle of your breasts, while he walked, kept him reduced to silence until the two of you had come to your bedroom and he could place you down onto the plush surface of your mattress.

Ross knew the smart thing to do would have been to abandon you there, to go back to his room and try to forget that this has all happened, but he couldn’t just leave you sitting there in nothing. Turning his back to you, Ross moved through the room and towards the dresser. He wasn’t entirely sure how you kept your clothes organized, but he was sure he could find something, anything, to cover you up properly. He rummaged through the draws with desperate hands, pushing aside each article until he could find what he was looking for.

A large t-shirt? Yeah, that would cover you up.

Sweatpants? Perfect.

But then he came to the final drawer, your panty drawer. His mouth went dry in an instant, a lump forming in the back of his throat. He should have known what to expect, a pair or two had ended up in his laundry once or twice before, but seeing them all in one place had his heart hammering. There was lace, so much lace, and tongs, and sexy little pieces of fabric that would cover nothing - you’d be better off not wearing any at all. He wanted to deny that these were the kind of panties you wore and convince himself that you wore those hideous, oversized cotton that looked flattering on no one - but there was no denying what was so clearly in front of him. Worst of all, your drawer wasn’t filled with panties alone, but a vibrator as well. If he had been quick, he wouldn’t have seen it at all, but he had been left frozen, staring down into the depths of the drawer with his hand at his side in a firm fist of restraint.

Reaching into the drawer, Ross carefully picked a pair of panties from the top, but his eyes never once left the vibrator until the drawer was closed. It was all he could think about as he moved back towards the bed. Why you had one was clear, but it begged questions in the back of his mind.

How frequently did you use it?

Did you have any other toys hidden in the rest of your room?

What did you sound like when you came?

Each question left him holding his breath as he reached the bed. Your clothes fell from his grasp and down into your lap as he opened his arms, but he wasn’t done with you yet. Ross wasn’t about to help you put your clothes on when all he could think about was what you did with your clothes off, but he needed to make sure you were okay.

Sighing, Ross dropped down to his knees in front of you and tried to ignore just how much of your thighs he could see.

“Ross-” came your voice, it was laced with concern - maybe even a hint of curiosity.

“Did you hit your head?” Ross kept his words strong as he dragged them up and over the curves of your body on their journey up to your face. It was flushed as you sat in front of him, your lips slightly parted as you let out an uneasy breath that could be felt against his own face as he leaned in close.

“No,” you answered him simply, your heavy breathing making your breasts even more eye-catching as Ross reached out to you with both hands.

Ross told hold of you on each side of your face, feeling its soft skin for the first time. He stoked it slowly and guided it carefully as he looked for any sign of injury. When he found nothing on your face, his touch found your hair, running through the wet strands and along your scalp as he felt for a bump from an impact or blood. He almost smiled, relieved that you hadn’t lied to him. However, Ross didn’t stop at your head and let his touch carefully drag down your shoulders and the length of your arms. He watched your features closely as he did so, looking for any change in your expression - any wincing, any discomfort, or maybe an indication that you may be enjoying his touch as much as he found himself liking to touch you.

Ross’ thumb stroked over your right elbow slowly, and he watched as you winced and tried to pull away from the pain. This was the arm you had used to brace your fall, he recalled and gave it all of his attention.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little.”

“Looks like it’s going to bruise,” he hummed and pressed his thumb against it slowly - maybe a little harder than he should have.

“Yeah, no shit,” you countered him, tugging your arm from his hold.

“And your stitches-”

“They took those out weeks ago,” you rolled your eyes at him, coaxing the careful shake of his head as you moved just enough to show him the scar on your body. It was prominent on your otherwise flawless flesh, but healing, “see?”

Reaching out, Ross took hold of you a little more carefully this time. He stroked two fingers over your flesh carefully, his jaw slacking slightly as he traced beside your scar as if he had some kind of medical expertise outside of dealing with teeth getting knocked out during a game or getting hit too hard out on the ice - but in reality, he was looking for more excuses to touch your body. After a moment, he retracted and took a heavy breath when he realized the horrible situation he had put himself in. His cock was hard, or rather, getting hard, and once he hit a full erection there would be no hiding it from you. He needed to get out of there, and fast.

Standing up slowly, Ross stuffed his fist into the pocket of his sweatpants. If his fist was there, maybe it would draw your eyes there instead of his cock that threatened to tent against the grey fabric.

“Good,” he managed to find his words, but he was near choking on them, “be more fucking careful.”

His own words brought him a semblance of comfort as his brashness painted a look of annoyance across your features.

“Fuck you,” you bit out at him.

Please do.

“And get out!”

Ross didn’t think twice once your demand had left your lips and it had him turning on his heels and moving towards the door. He couldn’t retreat fast enough, literally. His swollen cock knocking against his inner thigh made it all the more uncomfortable and slowed his every stride, but he could take care of that soon.

When he hit the hallway, he thought he had managed to get away with it all, but then he heard you. Your beckoning voice was calling after him, “Ross, wait!”

Ross stood frozen in the hallway, halfway between your room and his own with his cock at full attention now. Letting out a low, guttural groan as Ross reached his hand down into his pants and grasped at his cock. He fixed it just right, tucking it up against his waistband so that it wasn’t too obvious to you as he backtracked to stand in your doorway. He stood there in the frame, reaching up with one hand to brace himself against the header in a desperate attempt to draw your eyes up to his face, or at the very least to his wet, white t-shirt that still clung to every toned muscle of his chest.

You had abandoned the towel now, and wore nothing more than the t-shirt he had grabbed you as the sweatpants and panties still sat on the bed at your side. His eyes dragged over you slowly, admiring how the loose fabric hung off your frame and hid just enough from him to keep yourself modest as he spoke out in a firm, annoyed tone, “what do you want now?”

He watched as your body was consumed by a sigh, and as you stroked your wet hair out of your face as you found just the right words to say, “I just want to say thank you…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ross was quick to cut you off as you hesitated, “just don’t ever do that again, got it?”

“Got it.”

“Good,” Ross muttered to himself as he pushed off the support of the door frame and continued down the hall.

When he reached his room, he shut his door firmly behind him and made sure to lock the door. His eyes fell on his controller and headset on the bed, but he had little interest in gaming now. He turned off the system with the single press of a button before snatching up his phone. It only took a second to shoot a quick message the teammates he had been gaming with, gotta take care of something, to excuse his disappearance before he was tucking his phone away too. He didn’t need the distraction of his teammates or a desperate, potential Tinder booty call when he had his throbbing cock to address. Not when the quickest way to deal with it would be thinking of you.

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