#What is a Memory Chip

[ernds2vis]

https://www.futureelectronics.com/p/semiconductors--memory--storage--micro-sd-card/sdcs2-32gbsp-kingston-9125877

What is a Memory Chip, USB SD card reader, USB memory storage, SD card speed

32GB microSDHC/SDXC Canvas Select Plus 100R/85R CL10 UHS-I

[tootiredtocares-blog]

Pretty fucked up that timmy forgets the only positive influences in his life after his 18 birthday when you think about it

[avephelis]

things i think about a lot also include how chip is the one out of albatrio with a no-kill rule. out of the honourable god-chosen paladin and the respected ex-navy ferin and the fucking bastard pirate it's the latter that refuses to take a life. there's something unexpectedly poignant about that.

[tj-crochets]

A photo of the other thing I’ve been working on: crochet market bags! My brother wants to make a bunch to give as christmas presents this year and I needed something very mindless to craft to keep myself sitting still so I can rest and recover from this darn cold, so I’ve been helping with the mesh portions of some of the bags

[iyuray]

Additional lore for my Blank Scripts AU ocs :)

Blank Scripts AU is by @blackkatdraws

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[simeonscott]

Only real ones remember the Star Wars Episode III Revenge of the Sith Lay's Potato Chip Collectible Stickers.

[unparalleled-alacrity]

hehehehehe i am just eating up the animosity between tex and old man this season. wow old man, i wonder if your opinion of tex was in any way influenced by a conversation where someone made some uncomfortable insinuations about his relationship to an iteration of ty betteridge.

[srijalabhujelworld]

Date with my childhood friend ! We both had lot of things to catch up on.

[robotsafari]

no.

[interoteme]

sorry the video from last night killed me so hard that i forgot to upload the rest . Featuring: @roboradio <- follow now or i kill you

[bizlybebo]

OH MY GODDD CHIP HAVE ONE MOMENT ONE EPISODE THAG ISNT FUCKING TRAGIC CHALLENGE GO!!!!!

[verflares]

(guy who just beat links awakening voice) so how's everypony holding up out there

[chipped-chimera]

Well fuck you too Windows. Wonder why they're pushing this-

Ah. That's why.

Anyone got some good Linux resources for someone who hasn't touched that shit in their entire life? My big concern is whether I can even move my huge game library over + software or if it's just going to be a massive headache.

Otherwise the only thing stopping my PC from actually working with Windows 11 is installing a chip onto the mobo.

[ad-astra-per-aspera-1389]

"but donald forced them to eat pellets!" first of all, they seemed to enjoy the pellets while they had them, and guys...they probably continued to eat those pellets long after tasha and leo entered the picture. those bionics (especially adam and bree's) probably burn a lot of calories. their metabolisms are probably super high. the protein pellets were probably engineered specifically to provide enough nutrients and protein for them to grow and function well. yeah, real food is fun and tastes better, but in addition to not shocking their digestive systems, those pellets were probably essential supplements to ensure they were eating enough. and, since donald invented them himself, they're not buying suspicious amounts of food, either. it helps that the kids seem to enjoy them, though (they all cheered when donald brought up protein pellet smoothies in rats on a train)

[crumbs-and-creatures]

[Story Post]

Chapter 1 of "Dreams of Memories Buried in Snow"

There is some self deprivation and similar, but not too much. That ramps up next chapter :>

Word count: 3,736

Reblogs and constructive criticism are appreciated, and Questions welcome! (The urge to rewrite this whole thing-)

Avalanche… Avalanche. He thought that was his name, but the memory was so fuzzy it was hard to tell. He was running in snow, more so jumping because he was much too small, as he fell into it with every step. With every jump he could see the world around him: trees and rocks and snow scattered around with a bird or two flying across the pale blue sky. After a moment of the little Avalanche jumping and disappearing, he got picked up by the scruff by his father and he was set down inside. His father said something, but he was still much too small to know or remember. He saw the fuzzy figures of his siblings and ran over to join them. He heard his mother say something, growls and whispers he could barely hear, before being taken out of play. He vaguely remembers something about him being too small for the others to play with. The little one still tried to play with the others though, much to his mother’s worry. Soon, his father came back with something, but he couldn’t tell what. They ate and went to bed, him and his siblings curling up between the warm bodies of their parents.

Crunchy Chip woke up in his tent, a few of the cream wolves beside him, as usual. 

What was that…

He thought for a moment, trying to remember the dream. After a while, he gave up and started his routine. He stretched and got up, grabbing his uniform from the pile and changing into it. Shirt, then pants, then belly wrap, the shawl, gloves, and then his boots. 

The boots always took the longest because they had to be over the pants.

The wolf-like cookie got the cream wolves awake, and walked outside the tent, looking to the trees and spotting the bag of rations that always had to be strung up when it was not blizzard season, to prevent critters from eating said rations.

He trotted over, and dug his claws into the bark, carefully hoisting himself up. He managed to untie the rope easily, shoveling the now untied end in his mouth, and slid down the tree, bark flying off and a few bits hitting his face.

He shook the splintered bark from his face fur, and grabbed the bag, trotting back to camp as the rising sun slowly peeked through the trees. The others in his patrol were up and doing their morning stretches.

Crunchy Chip opened the bag, and let everyone take their rations, tying the bag around his waist for the time being.

He nodded to the others, and howled, calling the cream wolves over, then started out into the forest to find the wolves something to eat. The wolves picked up a scent, and the wolf-like cookie pulled out a knife–his battle claws still in his tent as they were too bulky for hunting–and got ready for the chase to follow. 

He flicked his tail, and the group was off, surrounding the icing deer so that they could take it down. Crunchy Chip was quick, plunging his knife into the deer's neck to make this kill as quick as possible.

He looked down, jam got on his uniform. He didn't particularly like deer, but he'd be home before mid-day, so he could deal with the scent until then. He sat up on a rock nearby, watching the wolves squabble and tug on the carcass bits as he ate his own rations. 

How he missed sweets, but he wasn't a pup, he couldn’t eat sweets.

But…

The pie Wildberry gave him… the king wasn't mad…

No, he has to stay strong, he was just mentally exhausted that day and gave in to his childish urges. That's all. Nothing more.

He thought about it a bit longer.

Wildberry’s slight grin when offering the pie… it made the captain feel strange, like he could simply… be.

Like he could be a lap hound for a while…

No, be strong, Crunchy Chip! No matter if your ears go red and your tail wags whenever you think about it! 

He thought about it a bit longer.

A wolf’s wet nose nudged his face, it was Blizzard. The cream wolves looked concerned, how long did…

THE SUN WAS OVER THE TREE LINE!

"TO THE NORTH AND SOUTH DRAGON, COME ON, WE'VE GOT TO GET HOME!" He yelped, scrambling off the rock and running on all fours back to camp. Much faster and more stable than two legs

"APOLOGIES! I spaced out a bit!" He huffed out, looking at the nearly fully disassembled camp. 

Semi Sweet Chips Cookie walked up to Crunchy, signing to him.

'It's alright, sir, we're all ready to get home.' The quiet Cookie motioned to Crunchy Chip's tent, which was already being put away by Sweet Chips Cookie, Semi Sweet Chips Cookie's sister.

'Thank you. Again, apologies for being late.' Crunchy Chip responded, after getting up back on two legs.

'It's no issue, sir.'

"Hey, Captain!" Sweet Chips Cookie ran over, Crunchy Chip's tent in the saddle bags. 

Crunchy Chip waved, he didn't particularly feel like talking at the moment. Sweet Chips Cookie handed Crunchy Chip the saddle bag, and he patted his hip, Blizzard coming over to have him attach the bag.

He hopped on Blizzard's back and motioned to the other two in the patrol–Daim Cookie and Choco Cheesecake Cookie–Blizzard trotting over with the twins close behind.

"Sir," Choco Cheesecake Cookie said flatly.

"Captain!" Daim Cookie smiled, pulling a bag over her shoulder. "So, time to go?"

Crunchy Chip nodded, and the group started on their way back home. Though the captain didn't speak, he stayed quiet, which concerned his patrol. He let Blizzard do the walking, he couldn’t seem to make his body move at the moment.

He barely registered what anyone was saying. Why is he spacing out more? 

His mind wandered in circles, the pain in his legs and back, the pain in his gut and the foul smell of deer jam. Getting home to soft beds and warm baths, then to Wildberry. Then to his duty as the captain of the cream wolves, and back to the pain.

Only when Sweet Chips Cookie bumped into him, did that loop break.

"Sir, are you alright? You're spacing out more than usual." The whole patrol looked on edge.

"Wha- oh! Yes, I'm fine, just a bit tired. Two months of field work never gets easier." He replied, feeling the concerned stares soften.

"Are you sure, sir? You don't look fine…" Daim Cookie said in a calm, but slightly concerned voice.

"I'm sure, no need to worry about me," 

Crunchy Chip heard a whistle, it was Semi Sweet Chips Cookie, they wanted to talk.

'Sir, with all due respect, it's strange that you went quiet this morning. It wasn't normal for you. We're worried about you.'

"I'm fine, just tired, no need to worry!" He assured them, though no one softened their gaze.

"So," Daim Cookie started, "what will you be doing once we get back, sir?

"Sleep and eat. That's it. I'm not working for a while. This is definitely the worst patrol we've had." Crunchy Chip huffed, laying down on top of Blizzard. "I feel like trash today…" he muttered.

"I thought you had a pen pal from the Poisonberry Kingdom? You could just text them, we have phones." Sweet Chips Cookie commented.

"Wildberry Cookie? Yeah, we write a lot, we just… never shared numbers." Crunchy Chip answered, tail shifting.

"May I ask as to why," Daim Cookie asked, shifting the bag on her shoulder. 

"We didn't have our phones when we met, so I guess the thought never crossed our minds. Not that I mind, I'm actually writing better, it doesn't look like some pup tried writing anymore." He explained, hand running through Blizzard's fur. "How about you, what are you doing once we get home?" “Eat and sleep, that’s all as usual. How about you, Choco Cheesecake Cookie?” “Eat, sleep, and train. If Snowbunny Choco Cookie lets me.” Choco Cheesecake Cookie said, quite flatly. And that’s where Crunchy Chip started to space out again.

He went in circles of nothing in his mind to simple thoughts that fizzled out before something else could form. Like his mind was a hollow cave, not even one that echoed.

He tried to think but everything fizzled out before it held. 

Time he didn’t register passed him, and before long, Sweet Chips Cookie nudged into him again. “We’re here, captain!” She smiled softly, nodding to the Black Citadel in front of the group. Another patrol was just leaving, waving to the group as they passed each other. Crunchy Chip yawned. A warm bath felt nice right now. Crunchy Chip got off Blizzard, and looked to the patrol, waving Blizzard out to the yard.

“I’ll report to the king, you can go home and rest, I will too.” He then turned and promptly left, struggling up the stairs to his room. He was the Captain, but why did his room have to be so many floors up? This is the worst thing to do after two months of barely any sleep and walking all day. Crunchy Chip huffed, walking to his room, finding someone near the door, pulling out a letter. A faint flowery smell came from the letter in question, the ribbon a muted yellow. The messenger gave him the letter, and waited a moment to be dismissed. “Thank you. Could you please tell First Watcher Caramel Arrow Cookie that I’d like to see her? Tell her to find me in my room.” Crunchy Chip didn’t like using the overly formal version of his name, but he did. The messenger nodded and trotted off, leaving Crunchy Chip to himself.

The captain yawned and entered his room, setting the letter on his desk so he could change. He sighed, feeling how thin he had gotten; two months of rations and nothing extra. 

He needed a bath, but first, casual clothes and the letter. 

Once he got his uniform off, he checked himself over, feeling the stretch marks on his sides, and looking best he could at his back. His scars looked fine, but the rest of him didn't. So thin…

He tried to distract himself by remembering how he got them.

It didn't. He just thought about the ones that showed his stupidity.

The scars around his mouth, from swords he bit down on. The mark of an arrow in his side from the watchers mistaking him for a wild wolf. The ones on his thighs from that dark place in time before he got the help he needed.

His scars were like achievements, battles won and opponents defeated, but these felt like the opposite, like accidents, mistakes he made and never lived up to or made up for.

He bit down on two different swords, and a knife, he was so, so stupid, how did the king even think he was something worth keeping. He was such a stupid pup.

And the thin lines on his thighs…

He huffed, and moved to get some more casual clothes on. Just black, white, and gray robes, and his belly wrap. He sat down on the bed, and put on his slippers, making sure they were clipped on correctly before grabbing the letter and carefully untied the ribbon, putting it with the many others in a box he didn't have a use for until now.

He unrolled the letter, putting on his glasses and seeing Wildberry’s beautiful, if a bit wobbly, handwriting. Elegant turns and changes in each letter, but most letters separate so Crunchy Chip could actually read them; he could never read cursive well.

“Dear Crunchy Chip, 

I hope you are doing well, your sister told me you should be home within the week, so I decided to write. Lately Pitaya Dragon Cookie has been staying in the castle, and I wouldn’t mind, but their tendency to break things and blame the item is getting on my nerves. At least it stays by Hollyberry Cookie so I am able to keep an eye on both of them. Tiger Lily Cookie is spending more time in the city, to, in Princess Cookie’s words “get her used to being a princess”, which is logical, but, I don’t think Tiger Lily Cookie quite likes it. Infact, she seems a bit stressed, so Queen Mother suggested you could come and help her, as you are one of the only full covering cookies she knows. I would also like to see you again, it's been much too long. I hope to be either seeing you, or reading from you soon,

With love, Wildberry"

Crunchy’s tail twitched slightly, that… feeling, in his gut appearing again. He didn't fully understand what it was, but it only happened around Wildberry, and when he read his letters. His mind says it's nothing to worry about, but his gut says something is there, like Wildberry would actually like him like that. And that made him somewhat hopeful.

He got up, and put the letter on the shelf, the scent wafting through the room steadily growing. It was very calming.

Crunchy heard a knock on his door, and in a moment Caramel Arrow barged in, her long muzzle open, inhaling to yell as her long, fluffy tail flicked behind her. “HELLO, BROTHER!” She yelled, slamming the door and hopping on the bed. “How was the scouting? Sore legs like usual?” “Just as alway, sis. Back hurts too.” Crunchy Chip said, sitting beside Caramel Arrow. 

“You really need to do your quads, it'd help your back.” Caramel Arrow nudged Crunchy lightly with an elbow, getting an annoyed groan from him.

“I know, I know. Spreading my weight out and all that. I do, not as much as you, but I do them. Sometimes.”

“So, I see you got another letter from that Poisonberry boy, what's that about?”

“Wildberry Cookie asked me to come over to help Tiger Lily Cookie, I probably will, she's like a little sister of sorts to me.” “Am I getting replaced!?” Caramel Arrow said, faking offense and getting a laugh out of the captain. “Just messin with ya’. So, why does Tiger Lily Cookie need your help?” “Apparently she’s uneasy about anyone who’s not full covering, and the kingdom is too much for her. Since I am one of the few cookies like that that she knows, Wildberry Cookie asked for me to go and help.” He explained. “Are you sure he’s not just giving you an excuse so he can see you? He seems to like you a looottt~” She teased him, poking him with an elbow. “I’m sure, I don’t even know if he even likes me that much. And his blank face is so hard to read, and I can’t even tell if his actions mean anything more than friendship.” “Well, would he notice your actions? Like, if you suggested that you could be something more?” “Probably not, he has trouble reading the room, how would he be able to notice if someone was trying to be more than friends.” Crunchy groaned, leaning back on the bed.

“Well, this is an issue. Maybe just tell him, straight up? It’ll be better than holding it in."

"I-I don’t think I can do that…"

"Is the Captain of the cream wolves too scared of rejection to confess to his true love~?" The First Watcher teased, smiling.

"...yes."

"... I didn't expect you to actually say that."

"..." Crunchy grabbed a pillow to hug, as a few minutes of silence set in.

"So… I found out something while you were gone…" Caramel Arrow sounded less confident than before.

"Hmm?" Crunchy Chip's ears perked up, looking to his sister.

"So… apparently… I'm part dragon!" The long muzzled cookie smiled, his tail shifting.

"WHAT!?" Crunchy Chip roared, discarding the pillow and grabbing the dragon hybrid by the shoulders, shaking him aggressively. "MY BROTHER IS A WHAT!?"

"Stop shaking me and I'll explain-!" She grabbed her brother's arms, and he let go of her.

"EXPLAIN!"

"Ok, ok. So, I was raised by my mother before the king took me in, you know this, but, apparently, my father–well, other parent–is the Dragon of the South-" He was cut off by Crunchy Chip again.

"THE WHAT!?"

"Yeah-" Caramel Arrow was shaken again. 

"HOW??" Crunchy Chip's claws were starting to dig into the hybrid's furless arms, even though her clothes.

"Crunchy, stop yelling!" She grabbed her brother's arms again.

"Sorry. Just, how?" 

"I was about to explain! Dragons have these mating cycles, and my mother was sorta chosen by the Dragon of the South for that cycle, and she had me! That's all!" 

"...Is that why you're obsessed with finding a girlfriend for like, a week every other year?"

"No? Wait… maybe. But it's no different from your needy weeks!"

"Shut your maw, I'm not that needy." Crunchy defended.

"You are. Anyway…" She stood up, stretching. "You stink, get a bath."

"I know! I'm just tired, leave me alone!"

"I won't. Either you get one now, or I'll drag you to the tub myself. The heat should help your sore limbs anyway." She walked to the door. "I'll be back, get in the bath." And she was gone.

Crunchy Chip sighed, and stared at the ground.

He didn't get up, even though he told his body to.

… stupid decision paralysis or whatever it is.

He hated it, all these issues… his body never felt quite right, his mind never stayed in line, and his body would just… refuse. Like it was retaliating for the hatred he had of it. When was the last time he felt right?

When he was a pup, and he had no cares? No, he's felt okay recently, not that long ago.

It was… with Wildberry. The pie. 

To the gods he really needed help.

He was still on the bed when Caramel Arrow came back, spare clothes in hand as he walked to Crunchy.

“Come on, bud, time for a bath. Up, up,  up!” She pulled on his arm, and he followed. He led Crunchy into the bathroom and turned the water on in the tub–thank the gods they had a hot spring nearby, or they wouldn't have warm water as easy. 

As it filled, Crunchy got undressed, and was the first to get into the massive tub, the hot water calming his sore muscles and making him tired.

A moment later, Caramel hopped in after turning off the water, immediately pouring water over Crunchy’s head to wet his hair.

“You have scentless, correct? I don't want to smell like kinda burnt chocolate.” Crunchy nodded in response, pointing to the shelf on the wall behind them.

Crunchy heard Caramel get up and grab the bottles, immediately squirting a good amount on Crunchy’s head, and started to massage and brush it in.

“Your hair really needed a wash, it's practically soaking the shampoo up! I didn't get this long, luscious hair by neglecting care!” Caramel half jokingly scolded, Crunchy too tired to do much other than hum in agreement. They had this conversation routinely, Cacaoians bonded by helping family and close friends clean off, after all. Every time, Crunchy wasn't taking care of his hair as he should, which was harder to do than his coat.

“Crunchy, I'm going to ask the king to shorten patrols, you always come home like this, and as your sister, I have to do something about it.” Caramel dumped more water on Crunchy’s head, and started to put in the conditioner, brushing it in and occasionally dumping a bit of water on his head.

Then Caramel started sharing gosip as she finished cleaning Crunchy, then started cleaning herself. Mostly things she heard is passing, like the Chocobun family's strange twins possibly being found, or at least rumors of where the Black-Horse-White-Rabbit twins resided now. Supposedly there's some old fortune where the twins befriend some large creature and end up living somewhere grand, like some sort of mansion. The family is hoping the twins will invite them to live there, as anyone would wish.

Caramel helped Crunchy out and let him dry off as she did, getting on her more casual robes. Crunchy got into what he had before, and limped his way to his desk, to pull out some paper and a pen.

“Writing to Wildberry?” Caramel asked, getting a hum and a nod in response, but he didn't write.

“How about we get you lunch, and I can tell you what has happened since you left,” the half dragon offered, Crunchy Chip getting up a moment later to follow Caramel.

A knock at the door. Who was that? Both siblings’ ears perked up, as someone spoke, not in snowy, but common.

“Carrow? Are you in there? The king told me you'd be here.” Caramel Arrow immediately opened the door.

“I'm here, Raisin, what do you need?” Informal names? Not even saying ‘cookie’ at the end? How close was this cookie to Caramel?

“I can't exactly put that stuff on by myself,” The strange cookie explained, a bird sitting on their head.

“Caramel, who is that?” Crunchy asked.

“Right, this is Black Raisin Cookie, Black Raisin Cookie, this is my brother, Crunchy Chip Cookie!” Black Raisin Cookie nodded, and Crunchy nodded back.

“Might I ask why they're here?” Crunchy requested.

“Well, soon after you left, from what Caramel Arrow Cookie said, my king, Pure Vanilla Cookie came here to merge kingdoms, as ours isn't in the best shape, especially after the castle fell from the sky and nearly demolished what was left of our home,” Black Raisin Cookie explained.

“...oh.” was all Crunchy could say.

“She's staying in my room and I'm helping her get used to the place. We can get lunch in a minute, I just have to help Black Raisin Cookie with something, I'll be back!” The two left. 

Crunchy Chip sighed, he was too tired to go downstairs and eat, so he was just going to sleep. He closed the curtains, and crawled into bed. He took his phone from the bedside table, putting on some late night forest sounds, setting it back down with his glasses and shuffling into the covers.

A while later, Caramel Arrow came back in, finding Crunchy Chip asleep, cuddling the one thing he kept after meeting Wildberry, that little toy dog.