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Revolutionizing Connectivity: The Power and Potential of Bluetooth Technology!

In today’s interconnected world, where seamless communication and data exchange are paramount, Bluetooth technology has emerged as a key facilitator. From wireless audio devices to smart home systems, Bluetooth has become an indispensable part of our lives. In this article, we will delve into the workings of Bluetooth technology, its evolution over the years, and its impact on various industries.

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Understanding Bluetooth Technology

Bluetooth technology is a wireless communication standard designed for short-range connections between devices. It was first conceived in 1994 by Ericsson, a Swedish telecommunications company, as a wireless alternative to RS-232 data cables. Named after King Harald Bluetooth, who united ancient Scandinavia, the technology aimed to unite different devices under a single communication standard.

Working Principle

Bluetooth operates in the 2.4 GHz frequency band, utilizing radio waves to transmit and receive data. It employs a technique known as frequency hopping spread spectrum, which allows devices to communicate by rapidly switching between frequencies. This technique minimizes interference from other devices operating in the same frequency range.

Bluetooth devices work on a master-slave model. One device acts as the master and initiates the connection, while the other device(s) serve as slaves. This arrangement allows for the simultaneous connection of multiple devices, enabling a network called a piconet. Within a piconet, devices communicate by forming ad-hoc connections known as links.

Evolution and Advancements

Since its inception, Bluetooth technology has evolved significantly, both in terms of its capabilities and power consumption. The adoption of new Bluetooth versions.

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[midnightarcheress]

it wasn't my initial plan but let's go stalker!gaz again <3

cw: nsfw. stalking. obsessive gaz. perv gaz in denial lol. f!reader. part one | part two

Kyle sees you again. it's totally coincidental, of course.

the first time was in the market. he had postponed a grocery run for far too long, and a man can’t live solely on takeout, so he headed to the nearest store. walking down the pavement, he sees the familiar blue logo across the street, the same one from your hoodie, and the image of your pearly smile comes fully into his mind for the first time after the encounter.

he had been too obsessive that day, and a part of him felt disgusted by his behaviour. he’s a good man, a good soldier, not one of the creeps in white vans studying women like a hunter waiting to attack their prey. so he shoved the temptation to search for you in the back of his brain, tucked away in a corner with the rest of his dysfunctional urges.

but the other side, the one he maintains caged when he’s home, kept calling for him, itching for the surface, almost slipping his fingers to his cell phone so he could engage in the pursuit of the sweet little thing that invaded his lustful dreams. a side that he managed to hide until his gaze laid on your form on the frozen food aisle.

you looked just as stunning as he remembered. glossy lips, pretty plush thighs, delicate fingers pushing the shopping cart around. your hair was in a ponytail, easy grab, sports bra neatly holding your soft tits, could be my hands, a small drop of sweat sneaking down your exposed lower back, the mere sight making his cock twitch in his trousers. of course you go to the gym. i can train with you. how about some hip thrusts with you on– no. he can’t be thinking like that again.

he bites back the urge to follow you. or even spark a conversation, to test if you’re good with faces. it would be weird. but then he gets lost in the movements of your hips, in how gorgeous you look slightly bent down at the waist, reaching for a lower shelf and prancing your ass up, in how easy it would be to cause you any harm in that position. wouldn’t even hear me sneaking up with those headphones on. 

the second time was outside of a cafe. he had just ordered a coffee and was waiting by the counter, aimlessly looking out the front window when he saw you, walking out of a bookstore with a big bag. hi, sweetheart. he promptly steps out the door, the barista calling his name fading in the background as he rushes to you. or at least, rushes to a safe distance from you. 

he wishes nothing more than to take the heavy bag from you, interlock his fingers with yours and stroll back to his flat like a perfectly happy couple. he’d even build bookshelves for you. buy you an entire library, if you wanted. make you tea while you read, caress your hair, lazily eat you out for hours, hearing your muffled moans as you try to remain focused– fuck, quit it, Garrick.

but he doesn’t quit. he can’t. not when you’re so beautiful, so easy, so soft. such a good girl. not when he notices some guys eyeing you up on the street and he silently curses the lack of a weapon on his hand. not when you look over your shoulder and don't see him as a threat. do you recognize me, love? not when he finally looks at his surroundings and realises that he’s in his street and that you’re entering the building across from his. 

he takes that discovery as a sign from the universe. it must be fate that you’re so close to me, right? it’s a blessing, a sign from god that his thoughts are justified. the green light he was waiting to reveal the worst part of him, to unleash the demon gnawing at his self-control.

with a few clicks, he finds all of your socials. too easy. some were restricted, some were open, and some barely had content, but he doesn’t mind, the few pictures on your instagram are enough. at another time, he’d teach you about online safety – how there are bad people out in the world who yearn for an easy catch, and how a smart girl like you shouldn’t allow it.

his dick aches in his boxers as he studies every pixel of your photos. he feels it throbbing, leaking, painfully craving for any kind of friction, but he refuses to provide. he knows that once he starts, he would never stop, and the idea of spending his cum on anywhere that isn’t you – your cute little mouth, displayed on your tummy, your warm cunt – is not worthy.

the third time was in a pub. he had finally caught you on your kitchen window, looking a little too dressed up to be staying at home and downing what seemed like a shot of vodka. so, when you stepped on the sidewalk, he knew he had to follow you. pretty girl going out at night? alone? not on my watch.

the bar is a couple blocks from where you live, known for being filled with college students. very different from his crowd, but he doesn’t care, watching you from afar acts like a remedy for the headache caused by the loud noise of the place. just a peek at your sheer blouse, exposing the lacy bra underneath was sufficient to clear his heart of any cracks. 

but, not everything is perfect, and he immediately tags the face making its way to you. Marcus. just as ugly as in the tiny contact picture he saw. fuck, is she back with him? 

he gets his answer quickly – you push him aside and go back to your friends, chugging the rest of your pint like a lifeline. good girl. the man's left with an open mouth and shocked expression, and Kyle doesn't miss the flash of anger in his eyes. 

the next few minutes are a blur. Marcus stepped out in the back for some fresh air after nearly throwing up due too many drinks, and he didn't notice the guy following him. stupid prick, should've used your brain. 

Kyle re-enters the bar in no time, thumb brushing the edge of the switchblade in his pocket. he admires you in your booth – lips parted in a laugh, locks of hair cascading on your face, and a hazy aura pairing over you. well, aren't we tipsy, sweetheart? good thing i'm here to look over you.

he heads to the counter to get a drink, and he almost jumps when you appear by his side, finishing your tab for the night. your eyes shine when they land on his, brightness shared by your wide grin, “hey, i know you! you're the plane guy!” 

you do recognize me. fate. he gives you a once over, feigning that he doesn't instantly recall your face to hide the excitement bubbling in his chest. like he hasn’t been dreaming about stuffing your pussy with his thick cock and hearing your mewls every night. “yup, that's me.”

“nice seeing you again– oh, are you alright? you got some,” you motion to his forearm, “blood on you.” 

shit. he forgot he needed to clean up after his last activity. his mind scrambles to find an excuse, but a thought pops in his brain and he can't contain the growing bulge in his pants. look at you worried about me, love. such a sweet girl. “it's nothing, i was just a little clumsy,” he brushes off, watching the concern on your face evolve into a timid smile, “you leaving already?” 

“yeah, got an early day tomorrow. shouldn't drink too much,” you answer, putting your jacket back on. he stays glaring at you, mind too blank to form a coherent sentence. alone? this late? drunk? do you even know how many men are lurking outside, waiting for a minor slip-up to rip you open? “so... goodnight, then.” you say, giving the counter one last tap and heading to the door. think fast.

“wait!” he calls out, “you shouldn't go alone, it isn't safe.” your head tilts to the side, and his eyes trail down your pretty neck, just begging to be bitten. focus, Garrick.

“it's just a couple blocks from here, it's alright.” no. no it isn't. don't be stubborn, sweetheart. do you want me to throw you over my shoulder for being a brat? give your pretty ass a slap?

his eyes narrow, but the soft smile on his lips does a damn good job of luring you in – a trick he learned over the years. “may i walk you home then? i'd hate to see something bad happen to a sweet girl like you.”

you ponder for a moment. you shouldn’t accept, he’s still a stranger, and if the alcohol wasn’t fuzzing your brain, you would say no. but his smile is so convincing, the dog tags around his neck are so reassuring of his good intentions that you don’t even notice when you nod. 

he smirks, and the tent between his legs gets even bigger. he’s such a good man. won’t let anything stain your soft, pure flesh. i’ll protect you, sweet girl.

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[corner-stories]

polaroids and mist

Pieck Finger. Porco Galliard. First Meetings. Photographs. Rain. 2511 words. (ao3.)

Late November brings shorter days and longer nights. 

On his day off, he’s not sure what to do with himself. Yet when his alarm rings he opens his eyes and spends a few minutes looking at the ceiling while thinking about how tired he is. For a moment, he seriously contemplates staying in bed all day. 

When he finally rolls off the mattress, he takes a look outside his window to see Seattle being misted by a sky full of clouds. Days like this are usually as good as it gets, especially at this time of year. It could be another week of torrential downpours until the weather decides to clear up.

So after a breakfast of fruit and yogurt, he grabs his art satchel and wellingtons before heading out the door. 

With every step he takes he can feel droplets collecting on his hair. He’s used to it, even if he has to wipe water off his nose as he crosses the street. A bus takes him from North Beacon Hill to Pike Place Market. Despite the touristy nature of the place, he finds himself drawn to it whenever he has the time. 

Perhaps it’s the variety of people frequenting the place. The fisherman, the merchants, the tourists, or people like him — locals who just want something to do. 

He finds himself inside the market, keeping his hands deep in his pockets as he browses items that he admires but cannot purchase. His job fixing motorcycles is enough to keep his basement warm, but it puts limits on his income, barring him from things like flower bouquets or artisanal jellies. 

He finds a table and chair at a communal area, which he sits at while unpacking the clutter in his satchel. With his headphones playing a song he’s loved since high school, he opens his sketchbook and begins diligently drawing a neon sign advertising a butchery, of which hangs above a pathway full of guests. 

Drawing is only a hobby for him, so his linework is imperfect and his ability to shade leaves much to be desired. He had never felt the nagging desire to become an illustrator like the kids in his high school’s art department. He never thought he could make a portfolio good enough to get into a fancy art college, let alone scrape together the tuition to attend. 

At least he’s in a city like Seattle, one with a vibrant indie art scene and a determination to create something of the cold, dingy weather. 

When the sketch of the neon sign is complete, it’s nothing to write home about. So much of the markings scream amateur, but he’s okay with that. He’s not not too fussy with his art and likes it that way. After gathering his drawing materials back into his satchel, he goes to a nearby cafe to purchase an espresso before leaving the market. 

The rain remains light as he traverses the walkways of Waterfront Park. When he looks out towards Elliott Bay, the only thing he can think about is hopping on a ferry to Victoria and spending the weekend checking out Canada. He’s never been. 

Soon he finds himself at a pier just north of the market. It’s soaking wet and empty, so alone he walks between the empty damp tables and goes to the railing. He keeps his hands deep in his pockets as he takes in the sight of the Great Wheel. He wonders when he’ll finally take the plunge and actually ride the thing.

When he looks across the water he can see Bainbridge Island between the sea and the cloudy sky. He’s never been there either, he never had a reason to. The wind blows at his hair and makes him wonder when that reason will finally come. 

Taking in a breath, he closes his eyes and focuses on the mist creating water droplets on his face. 

Then Porco hears the sound of a camera shutter. 

He turns around and finds that he isn’t alone like he previously thought. 

Standing several feet away from him is a young petite woman. She’s clad in a wet rain slicker and sports a wooly cap above her long, dark hair. The contraption she’s holding is an instant camera. As she lowers it from her pretty eyes it begins to whir before dispensing a photograph out of the front slot. She looks happy with herself, but Porco is anything but. 

His face remains grim as he walks up to her. “Hey…”

“Sorry, it was too good of a picture.” She’s immediately apologetic. “I couldn’t let it go.” 

Porco sighs. There’s no point in asking her to delete it, but he wonders how she’ll feel if he asks her to throw it into the Elliott Bay. 

Somehow, she smiles lazily as she holds the photograph between her nimble fingers. She holds it up to him and he sees that the image has yet to develop. 

“You’re facing away, so no one can tell that it’s you.” 

Porco lets out a grumble. “Good.” 

He’s clenching his fist in his pocket as he walks back to the rail. He looks back towards the waters and wonders what else could happen to him today. First the rain making his hair look like a drowned rat and now his own person paparazzi — what next? He spends a few moments in silence leaning his elbows against the bars, his face remaining in a grimace. 

Then he hears footsteps beside him. The young woman places her arms on the railing as well, just like him. She gives him a smile so content that one could never guess that she had been standing in the rain. 

“I’m Pieck, by the way.” 

Porco tries not to scowl too hard. “What kind of name is Pieck?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Her voice is playful and he’s not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. 

In her hands she’s still holding the undeveloped photograph. “You’ll need to give it a minute.” 

“I know.” 

“I didn’t get your name.”

With another grumble, he relents. “It’s Porco.”

The grin on her face gets just a bit brighter. She spends a moment mockingly pretending to think. “Hm… now what kind of name is Porco?”

Porco gives her a stern, humorless look which she seems to find amusing. Whoever this Pieck person is, she has a clear fondness for teasing. 

Taking in a breath, he tries to refocus his gaze on the water. The Pacific Northwest continues to do what it does best and keeps the constant drizzle above the city.

“Listen, I don’t wanna get off on the wrong foot,” Pieck says to him, her voice sounding just a bit more gentle. 

When he looks at her, the playful look in her eyes has softened. 

“Could I buy you some coffee?” she offers, then holds up the undeveloped photograph. “Maybe make up for… this?”

At first, Porco is unsure what to say. They’ve just met and she’s being so forward. She’s looking at him like they’ve met before but he swears that he’s never seen her in his life. Not even in a dream.

Driven by curiosity, confusion, and the late November chill biting at his fingertips, Porco nods his head. 

“Alright.” 

…

…

…

They find a cozy cafe in the midst of Downtown Seattle, a place with warm, incandescent lighting and glossy, wooden tables. 

As they wait in line, Porco shakes the rain from his hair and he listens to her talk. Pieck Finger is apparently a student at the University of Washington — she’s only a few terms away from a biochemistry degree and is already making plans to enter grad school. It’s a lot more education than he’s used to, as his few years at community college can attest. 

Photography is a hobby she does on her days off, stemming from a desire to capture little moments in time. Instant photography is her forte, there’s just something romantic about holding a printed picture that she can’t deny — the moment is not merely just frozen, but actualized, something she can hold between her fingers. 

Porco is tempted to relate with his own habit of sketching, but a part of him tells him not to say it yet. They’ve only just met, afterall. He’s not sure how she’ll react to him waxing lyrical about how a part of him just melts away when he draws, then comes back to life in the aftermath of completing a successful piece. 

By the time Pieck’s oat milk latte and Porco’s hot chocolate is served to them, the polaroid photograph has already been developed. The two sit near the cafe’s window as they look over Pieck’s masterpiece. 

When he sees the image it’s exactly how she described it — he’s facing away from the camera all broodily and sad, staring at the unmoving Seattle Great Wheel under a cloudy sky. 

Perhaps it’s the lighting or the shade of Porco’s jacket, but the colors of the image are slightly desaturated. It gives the whole image a sense of unearthliness, disconnection, a separation from the norm. 

In contrast, Pieck is smiling from ear to ear as she holds up her picture. 

“This one’s a keeper.” 

Porco’s expression remains unchanged as he blows on his drink. “Guess so.” 

At this proximity he can get a better look at her messy, unkempt hair and the lazy look in her gaze. It’s only more confirmation that Porco has never met her before — he would’ve remembered those eyes. 

“I meant for you, by the way,” Pieck clarifies. “It’s your likeness and all…” 

Porco tilts his head to the side like a puzzled puppy. “Oh, uh… thanks. I thought you said you couldn’t let this one go.” 

Pieck shrugs. She puts the photograph on the table and slides it towards him. She doesn’t seem torn up at all. 

“Yeah, I did… but there’ll be others.” 

Morning drags into the afternoon as Pieck Finger and Porco Galliard continue to share what made them. 

Porco brings up how his parents still live in Tumwater, the town where he was raised alongside his older brother. Marcel was the star soccer player while Porco was the lacrosse team’s third best midfielder. Nowadays, Marcel is working at some start-up in Portland while Porco’s fixing motorcycles at a shop in the Industrial District. There had never been any favoritism shown to the Galliard Brothers, yet Porco had always gotten the implication that Marcel was the golden child of the duo, the one with better grades, more cheers when he scored a goal, slightly more post-secondary opportunities. 

Sometimes he imagines Marcel living it up in Oregon, doing whatever Pacific Northwest tech bros do to celebrate their apps making them a million dollars. 

All while Porco is here, living in a Seattle basement suite and drawing in his spare time. 

Deep in his heart, he reminds himself to give his brother a call. 

Pieck’s life fares differently than his. She grew up in Port Angeles with a single father, her mother passed away when she was young, and as a child she did ballet until an ankle injury took her out. Her father had been the one to encourage her to study what she wanted, and it was his kind words that helped her through every science fair and every test. 

It seemed only natural that she pursue a STEM degree, as well as branch out and look up where she could go for grad school. She’s trying to keep things realistic in terms of how far she can go, but out there she just knows that there’s a timeline where the odds are in her favor and she’s able to study chemical engineering at Stanford. 

When Porco asks why she chose biochemistry in particular, Pieck can only shrug — the gesture is not of disinterest or even lethargy, but of simplicity.

“I just think it’s neat,” she surmises. From the way she beams at him, it’s all she really needs to say. 

Once their drinks are finished, the pair leave the cafe with the photograph tucked into Porco’s pocket. Pieck has to head back to the University District, but she’s forward enough to ask for his number, which he gives out. 

He ends up accompanying her to a bus stop. At this point of the day, the morning drizzle has finally stopped, giving the citizens of Seattle a few dry hours before the sun sets. 

Pieck is surprisingly chipper as she skips to the stop. 

Porco is still unsure what about him drew her in, aside from a photographic opportunity that she couldn’t pass up. As Pieck fishes around her bag for her metro pass, Porco pulls the polaroid out of his pocket and gives it another look.

It’s the same as it was when Pieck showed it to him in the cafe — gloomy, gray, but framed so well that he understands why she had taken it. 

“You sure I should keep this?” he asks. 

Pieck looks just as confident with her offer as she was a few hours ago. “Of course. No strings attached, I promise.”

Porco rolls his eyes. As she filters through the cards in her wallet, he catches a very brief glimpse of several photographs she has tucked inside. He sees one of her next to an older man who has her nose and eyes, which Porco presumes is her father. There’s also one of what’s obviously a young Pieck holding a puppy — perhaps a childhood pet?

Then his eyes glance upon her student ID. 

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone with the surname ‘Finger’ before,” he remarks as runs a hand through his hair. 

“Then you better get used to it,” Pieck assures him in a confident, husky tone.

Porco tries to ignore the burning sensation in his face. 

Moments pass and a bus pulls up at the stop. The door opens and Pieck turns to give him one last look. 

“See you around, Porco” she says before stepping onto the vehicle.

For a reason he doesn’t even know, he cannot take her eyes off her as the door closes. As the bus begins to drive off, he watches her find a seat behind the rain-covered windows and puts on a pair of headphones. 

He can only give a wistful wave as the vehicle drives away. 

…

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…

Porco spends the rest of his day off in his basement suite. He removes his rain-soaked clothes and puts a pair of dry socks on his feet. To pass the time before a good night’s sleep, he takes out his sketchbook again and begins to draw in the light of his desk lamp. 

He could draw anything, yet the only thing on his mind is the girl with so many plans in her life while he feels stagnant, the girl with a head of long, messy hair and a pair of beautiful brown eyes, the girl who will be the last thing he sees before he finally goes to sleep that night. 

Maybe he has seen her somewhere before. 

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[the-hedgerow-house]

Chapter 1: Ad Terminum

Autumn.

While all the seasons had their charms, it was autumn that you always held a slight preference for compared to the others. Perhaps it was the fiery colors of the leaves or the warming cinnamon drinks that came out for you to enjoy when the weather turned, or maybe the release of the heat and humidity of summer that let you delve into your vast collection of sweaters and long pants at your leisure. Though it hadn’t always been the case, you had come to appreciate the comfort of the mild chill and falling leaves in your late youth, as once upon a time the idea of returning to school made you detest this season long before winter could suck the remaining light and warmth from the world.

Alas, even these small things had a limit, each as fleeting as the season itself. Leaves would run out and become soggy, brown clumps under the damp morning dew, drinks would rotate away to the next holiday-appropriate flavor–ugh, peppermint–the chill would turn to frost, frost beget sleet and sleet inevitably became snow. Like everything in your life, this brief moment of perfection–perfect weather, perfect trees, perfect stillness–would end and you’d be left waiting for the next one to find you. Perhaps in late winter when the sun was coming back and you caught that ideal, windless morning where the snow was powdery and pristine so the cold didn’t make you hate existing on the material plane.

Anymore than normal that is.

That was one reason you’d decided it was worth it to go for a walk at all, hunkered into your favorite worn-out sweater with headphones thrumming away to whichever random track the shuffle dictated. This time of day was calm; the midday rush of drivers going to work was over, kids were in school, and the denizens remaining were too busy raking leaves or getting ‘one last grill in’ to be out to bother you. Any remaining locals were probably busy getting ready for the only truly important part of the season–the thing you secretly looked forward to every year, even if you always ended up going alone.

Eerie Fest.

Small towns being what they were, it was rare to have anything to look forward to that didn’t involve sports, school or the local clergy hosting some event or another, but there was always one thing that each place had that was unique in only the way small towns could manage: quirky local traditions. In this case, your favorite event–the thing you waited for every year without fail–was Eerie Fest. The one community event that wasn’t coordinated by tired high schoolers or overly-friendly church moms, it was open for any and all to participate in, sponsored by the town itself to keep local flavor alive.

Or something like that.

At one time, it was a standard farming-town-produce-market type thing but after a particularly heavy frost pushed the showcase back and ruined the crops somewhat, some of the townsfolk had the idea to make up for the losses by having autumn themed games to turn over some revenue. Next thing anyone knew, kiosks of food and drink popped up, local Halloween enthusiasts put on shows and walked around in costume, and then it became indistinguishable from Halloween itself. Each year a theme was voted on and adhered to, volunteers would help set up and assign jobs to prepare for the event in early October, and the neighboring towns flocked in for food, booze and scares. Actual scares. Eerie Fest was not for kids, they always said.

Kind of bullshit, you knew, but the effort was appreciated. That was the true reason you had even wanted to go out for a walk in the first place, the weather being a nice bonus that motivated you out of your comfy hovel of blankets and Disney movies to brave the outdoors and the chance it was crispy and windy as all get-out. While not paid work, volunteers could get tips, and you’d hoped for a chance to prove yourself as a force to be reckoned with in costume and creep by preparing a bizarre creature sewn together in a fevered rush of creativity once you’d woken from an oddly vivid dream of the thing. It’s not as if you had a job at the moment, much to your dismay, but this! This could be the nudge you needed to start something, to make things!

With any luck, your fabric-and-plastic quadruped critter would earn you just enough attention to start sewing and crafting full-time. You just needed to get to the sign up before it got full. The venue location was, supposedly, in a new place this year; someone had convinced the city library to permit them to host in the forest behind the building as it was a decent bit of walking space rife with trees that really fulfilled the ‘fall festival’ aesthetic quota. Of course it would be a small town library that took up shop in an old, run down house–a ‘historical landmark’ site–that had an estate attached to it that put the local parks to shame. None of those fancy new buildings with free wifi and vending machines here.

You knew it well enough, though, having spent many an afternoon picking through the old books covered in dust and leather at the very back of the collection. Convincing the librarian to let a 16-year-old handle such old volumes was a chore paid in volunteer hours for the summer so if anything happened to them, the insurance would cover it, but you felt it was worth it. Then again, part of you felt that those long afternoons and evenings and weekends tending to creaking shelves and inventory rotations did you no favors in befriending your classmates.

The other part of you doubted that feeling altogether just on principle. There were no sleepovers, no after-school snacks at a friend’s house, no riding bikes to the gas station to buy cheap candy with the change you fished out of the couch cushions–not with company anyway. No, there was nothing you were missing out on that the library was getting in the way of. It had spared you the embarrassment of being rejected if you’d dared ask to join in.

The library was a good place.

Though it loomed overhead like it had been peeled from a classic horror movie and slapped into a suburban neighborhood, all iron gates and black trimming in desperate need of a paint job, it was familiar to you. Welcoming. Close for the day–it was Sunday after all–but even so you felt a bit happier just coming by, wrapping your fingers around the chilly twisted fence while popping an earbud out to listen. “Long time no see,” you said quietly, almost anticipating the house to respond in some way even though you knew it couldn't. Despite your aptitude for the Dewey Decimal System, the library could only allow volunteers that were under the age of 18 to work there for some sort of confounded legal reason; once you were of-age, you had to be employed properly and there was ‘simply no budget’ for another librarian in such a small town. After that, your visits became less frequent, the old librarian–Mrs. Thompson–retiring not long after you graduated only to be replaced by the study para from your school of all people.

You didn’t much care for that para, and she didn’t much care for you either. Especially when you corrected her filing method in passing after she’d taken over the desk that should have had your dear Mrs. Thompson behind it. The library had grown uncomfortable after that, so your visits diminished until they stopped altogether, this being the first time you’d even been in the area in well over a year. You hoped the old house didn’t hold a grudge for your disappearance, but there was to way to know unless it had somehow taken up English in the last few years.

It had not.

After a long moment of glancing around the front of the property, seeing the peeling gray-white paint and black trimming that had come apart along the porch’s front molding, the pots that you knew had once held real plants–you watered them diligently over the summer–long dead and replaced by fake plastic and silk ficuses, the patches of dead grass in a weedy lawn and the dark windows drawn closed with heavy curtains you could only faintly make out, you felt a kind of sorrow. In some way, the library wasn’t there. Asleep. It didn’t notice you, didn’t hear you, too consumed by the neglect of the caretaker who couldn’t be bothered to dust the shelves if it didn’t hold whatever new YA romance novels and New York Times nonsense paperbacks were popular at the time.

What I wouldn't give to get in there and just clean it up a bit, you thought, hand falling from the rail as you followed the cement and iron wall that surrounded the yard to the walkway that would lead to the private wood. Willing as you were with the time to do it, cleaning up would require talking to the new librarian–’new’ being a relative term by now, it had been a good six years or so since the changing of the guard–and you simply couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

The walkway darted straight along the wall, inclined slightly to follow the hill the forest sat on that would give you a clear view of the house, which was partly built into the hill itself in the back. Assuming it was the same as you remembered, you knew there was a room in that part of the house that held the very old, rare books that needed special permission to use as the room was always cool and dark and dry. For a moment, the dead leaves and cold air scent that had been your company for the walk was replaced by the faint memory of old paper, dust and bourbon. Mrs. Thompson swore up and down that the smell was due to the original owner using that room to store their liquor collection but you were never 100% sure after finding a flask tucked into a drawer of the desk in the corner of the storeroom with the letters MT engraved on it. Part of you wondered if, by some miracle, it might still be there waiting for a swig to be taken after a long night of cataloging and inventory. A wry smile turned your lips at the idea but like all of your thoughts at the moment, you pushed it aside, as it necessitated talking to the librarian.

Sarah Duhrn was not getting the satisfaction of your curiosity.

Leaves crunched and crumpled as you hiked the mild incline, the solid thud of boot-to-ground changing from cement to dirt as you moved off the regulated path onto the worn down trail formed by years of feet coming through and forging their own way, sidewalks be damned. Eventually it would level out and lead to a flattened portion of land where the fest was being held but that would still take a bit of walking to reach, your knees already aching as the leaves, now wet and matted with mud that never dried beneath the canopy, slid around underfoot. Banging your shins and getting soggy were not part of the game plan, but the sliding and stopping that jerked your body around like some kind of stringless puppet was almost worse in a way.

I don’t need to roll my ankle again, you told yourself, nails digging into the bark of a sturdy maple while you caught your breath.

With a not-insignificant amount of effort, you managed to drag your way to more stable ground at the top of the hill. At least here there was some semblance of a hiking path still etched into the ground, flattening the rise enough to allow you to balance on your own two feet properly. Begrudgingly, you took the time to scrape mud and detritus from your shoes against an upturned root, losing precious minutes of walking time simply to ensure you didn’t slip any more than the autumn ground already intended for you. Hopefully there would be positions open by the time you arrived at the fairgrounds that wouldn’t involve interacting with attendees sans costume, but none of it mattered if you busted your face or ankles up before then by being careless.

Satisfied with what you did manage to scour off your worn tennis shoes, you took a look around for an indicator of where the festival was going to be; vaguely, you recalled someone in the cafe where you’d heard about the sign up saying it was up in the old campgrounds, deep in the woods where the town’s lights wouldn’t interrupt the ambiance, but where that actually was you had no idea. “Summer camp” wasn’t really your thing growing up, even if it was technically just a four day weekend behind the library. Too many kids from school you didn’t feel like being in close quarters with, uninterrupted, for days at a time to make it worthwhile.

Taking a guess you weren't up far enough, you pointed your toes uphill and began to march, pondering the other details of the event you remembered from the cafe poster. Any other year, you might have passed up on the endeavor simply because the effort wasn’t worth it, but upon seeing the theme that had been voted on, you felt a glimmer of true excitement. For the first time in five years, they’d passed on the milquetoast ‘harvest’ and ‘pumpkin patch’ themes and dove back to the true root of Eerie Fest: actually being scary.

This year, they picked The Hedgerow House.

More of an urban legend than a scary story, there was hardly a teen or college freshman in the county who didn’t know about that macabre place–it was the main reason the campground had been so sought after this year. There was an old multi-story lodge on the property that was being decorated to resemble the forbidden building of legend, with the decor and spooksters–the nickname for the costumed actors given to them by well-meaning parents–being assigned a role as one of the denizens of the house itself. Supposedly, the goings-on of The Hedgerow House were the stuff of nightmares that only the most versed and prolific of horror fans would appreciate, from missing persons to mutilations, cult activity, inhuman creatures and enthusiastic cannibalism; each telling of the house was a bit different yet all claimed to be true. They couldn’t possibly water down this theme! Your excitement for a truly awful, memorable, unsettling Eerie Fest experience was all you wanted. To participate in something you actually cared about.

You were already called a monster by enough people in town, it only made sense to finally cash in on that title.

A rapid beeping struck your ear out of the blue, startling you from your thoughts. What was that? Reaching for your earbuds, you felt a bitter hand of worry grip your neck. One of them was gone! How? When?! Turning to look down the path, the worry grew into a near panic. How in the world could you find your lost headphone in this mess!?

You had to try, or that incessant beeping would continue as the paired headset tried to sync up again and again, fruitlessly. Muttering swears at your own misfortune, you trudged back to approximately where you cleaned your shoes, finding the mud scrapes relatively easily. The beeping stopped as you did, meaning the damn thing was hiding out somewhere nearby; it was bright white, so it should stand out pretty well against the dirt and leaves–right?

Even if it did, that didn’t spare you the time it took to rifle through the masses of plant matter, feeling the wet odor of decaying plant life cling to your sleeves and seep under your nails. Three–five–ten minutes later, it finally turned up, somehow nestled safely under the very root you’d used to clean your shoes. For a moment, you swore it hadn’t been there before, but you were too relieved to find it to question whether your eyes were playing tricks or if the forest had mischievous critters hiding around every bush that enjoyed your misery. Cleaning it off, you put it back in your ear–cold! Ugh.

You rose from the ground, losing hope you’d get to sign up on time at all at this rate.

The ground shifted.

Sopping leaves skid over each other, taking your foot with them with a crunch as gravel and twigs gave way. Your knee burned, taking the brunt of the slide you unwillingly found yourself having. Everything went pear-shaped as you landed with a whump on your back at the foot of the hill, staring up at the gray autumn sky between the treetops. Taking a slow breath, a guttural curse wound its way out of your throat.

“FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!”

Carefully, you sat up, wincing; the pain was mild, mostly just bumps and a wicked rug burn thanks to your jeans greeting the hillside on behalf of your thigh, but your pride hurt the most. How in blue blazes did you manage to fall down the damn hill so easily?!

Coming outside was a mistake, you decided, peeling your wet backside off the leafy ground with all the grace of a newborn horse. Home was sounding better and better by the minute, but as you peered up the way you came, you found this side to be the rear of the hill–and that it was overgrown with tall grass wherever the hillside itself hadn’t crumbled away into muddy shelves between gnarled roots. There was no way to climb back up without a ridiculous amount of struggle, enough so that you briefly contemplated just going to the campground anyway to spare yourself the hassle of walking around to managable ground.

Looking around for some indicator of what to do, your eyes glanced off of something odd hanging from a nearby tree. Picking over roots and fallen branches to keep yourself from tripping back into the mire, you approached the thingamabob as your brow creased. It was a sign–literally! Dangling from a single bolt so it swayed idly in the wind, the wooden arrow had been painted with a grayish wash and the words “The Hedgerow House” in blue, but it was chipped around the edges and worn out in places as if someone had taken a belt sander to it.

That’s probably exactly what they did, you realized, playing with it curiously. The sign was hanging upside down, pointing the opposite way from where it would if it had been secured properly.

This presented a mild dilemma. Assuming the sign was placed there on purpose by the crew to help wayward hikers like yourself find their way, that would make it a recent addition put there as part of the event. If that were the case, you had to wonder if the hanging sign effect was deliberate as a part of the horror theme, playing into the idea of worn out warning signs protagonists usually ignored or missed during their unfortunate descent into the terrors awaiting them. That being the case, the upside down arrow would be pointing in the right direction–the way you had been planning to go.

But a deep part of you felt like no one on the planning committee was that clever and the sign had simply been poorly secured, meaning it was indicating the opposite direction. The thought you’d been mistaken and had been walking off into the woods because you didn’t know where the campsite was supposed to be somehow made you both angry with yourself and almost disappointed you hadn't managed to go missing through pure stupidity. Maybe then someone would have cared enough to ask if you were safe and actually invest in your wellbeing.

Alas.

The missing headphone might have saved them the trouble, sparing you from a more embarrassing situation altogether by dropping you down the hill to see the sign in the first place. Deciding it was negligence making it hang off its support and not clever design work–honestly, how many people wouldn’t immediately think it was supposed to be read while hanging the correct way?--you turned your body toward the deeper part of the forest and started your march once again, keeping an eye and ear open for chatter and signs of human activity. Hopefully this hiccup would pan out and you could slip into one of the monster roles before someone else took the good ones.

The Hedgerow House, according to the collective zeitgeist online dedicated to sharing the stories about it, had a decent number of supposed residents in its walls. For a while, you’d been under the impression it was simply a new creepypasta based on how it reached your ear via overheard chatter between classes, but after a particularly stressful night of crap math assignments and a consideration that your English teacher was either an idiot or insane with how much they wanted your class to analyze every color choice of the cast’s clothing in… whatever book you’d been made to read at the time that you couldn't recall, you’d found yourself researching the name in an effort to amuse yourself. ‘Deep’ was not the word for the rabbit hole you found yourself in for the next few hours proceeding that google search. Only the faintest of anecdotes laced these tales together at all, making the pool of proof rather shallow, but there had certainly been enough to make one of those red string cork boards crazy people were shown having when they desperately wanted a connection to be made that supported their conspiracy. 

Tidbits of information welled up as you dug through your memories to try and sort out what you wanted to be at the fair; fixation was rare for you, as it was hard to maintain interest in something when there was no one to share it with, so like many things you tried to ‘get into’ through the years the research binge had lost its spark and faded into your memory over time. That didn’t stop the occasional resurgence though, as you had alerts for that topic still saved in your phone, even to this day. If something about that house came up at all, you eventually heard about it and got a refresher of the details–just poor luck you supposed that it had been a few years since the last real ‘update’.

Surprised by the fact it was not some Slenderman-type phenomenon where a fake spooky thing got popular enough that people forgot if it was real or not, this one was a genuine urban legend. Not even the ‘made up urban legend that became popular’ self-feeding loop where no one knew if it was the story or the content that came first. By your research, The Hedgerow House was a true creepy tale, possibly an amalgam of smaller stories about murder houses and missing persons being attributed to one place by retelling-telephone; it had been around for ages with sightings and news clippings dating back to the Great Depression and turn of the century at least. Hell, at this point, you felt that if it came out to be a really elaborate hoax you’d want to shake the hand of whoever did it simply for the effort they went through to convince everyone it was a real tale.

You’d still be mad though.

According to your vague memory of research, the earliest note of the elusive house had to do with another legend of The Blank Man somewhere in Colorado’s mountains and ranch country. Supposedly, if one wandered out to pasture late at night under a full moon, they’d risk meeting The Blank Man, a tall figure dressed in the duster and hat of a cowboy from the late 1800s whose face was just a bit off. Never, ever invite a stranger met at night to the campfire, you recalled, the stories themselves sharing that the stranger would stroll up out of the dark, all manners and agreeable words, sometimes with a horse or mule that was also off in some way, though other times he was alone. If allowed to sit, the others at the fire would be engaged in conversation about this and that but slowly notice the stranger just didn’t quite feel right.

Odd movements, facial features that appeared to change location or color or shape, too many fingers or not enough; the animal with him would be too large or too skinny, sometimes lacking fur or eyes altogether, also changing slightly every time someone dared to look at it. Eventually, the campers would realize the stranger’s features had simply given up and slipped away entirely, revealing a blank face under the brim of the hat like a mannequin. At that point, the stories about this cryptid man varied based on the reactions of the group he sat with.

If they reacted negatively to this faceless man, it ended very poorly for all of them. The details for being rude to the stranger you couldn’t really remember, but most of them were only shared in news reports of missing people being found days later after going to pasture and not returning. Cattle drivers in particular were pretty concerned about the presence of The Blank Man, as he supposedly liked to follow them, which he was wont to do when treated with respect. Pointing out his facelessness without freaking out had mixed results, some saying he’d leave out of shame and others swearing they had shit luck for days afterward with animals dying or feeling sick. The interesting part to you, though, were the two snippets that featured accounts where the campers had been unbothered.

The first was told by an older ranch hand, the kind who wouldn’t be out of place in a John Wayne movie, that had seen more things than any man should see out in the wilds of the Rockies and so was unphased by the appearance of The Blank Man. Outwardly anyway. At the time, he’d been alone at his post, watching for coyotes or other trouble that had been bothering the herd while his comrades had made camp further up wind. When the stranger approached, the usual chicanery commenced, the ranch hand noting the man’s eyes would often go dark and his face warp if stared at for too long. The ranch hand offered the man coffee, keeping his eyes on the cattle, and reported the conversation was slow but interesting. By the end, when the facelessness was revealed, the hand said he’d given the stranger a long look before offering him a refill of coffee.

Having run out of words and drink, the stranger left shortly after, thanking the ranch hand for his hospitality and disappearing into the night. Thereafter, they claimed the drive went off without a hitch, as if the predators had all given up on chasing them down; at the end of the article, the man swore up and down that when he looked behind him he’d see a rider on a dark horse that he couldn't make out as one of his fellows taking up the rear position. None of them would admit to being the one down that way, so he’d taken to pouring a cup of coffee at the fire each night for ‘the helpful stranger’ covering their asses.

The second notable story like that was very similar, however it happened to a group of campers that all swore by the same note that a man with an unreadable face had ridden past them on a tall, withered horse while they were roasting hotdogs and stopped just outside the fire light. They offered him a soda and a frank but he declined, telling them a moment later to not cross the river at the bridge nearby, which had startled all of them at the time as they were all backpacking that way for their outing and had been planning to do just that but didn’t say as much. Thanking him for the warning, he rode on; none of them could agree what he looked like, but they did collectively note he was tall and seemed just a bit off, which they chalked up to a trick of the light. The next day, they found the bridge they’d been warned about and opted to hike down river to the next crossing; later it was confirmed the tresses of the bridge had given out due to intense rain in the preceding weeks, causing it to collapse when another group tried to cross. One of them drowned as a result.

You were personally fond of the cryptids that had manners and rules as they were more interesting than the ‘fuck you and die’ kind.

How did those stories tie back to The Hedgerow House though? That had been your curiosity after reading the tales of camping gone wrong. From your reading of the research, stories about people with empty faces and bizarre fae-like rules of engagement had been appended to The Blank Man over the years, regardless of where they were from or if other features made sense such as the cowboy hat and weird animal companion being noted in the story or not. This evolution of the story had The Blank Man stop his moonlit meetups in favor of welcoming travelers into his cabin, usually on long, dark and rainy nights or when the person in question was in distress. Naturally.

What occurred thereafter was roughly in line with the original stories: unusual facial features, odd behavior or body proportions, polite attitude and a general dislike of people pointing out he was ugly or had no face. Most of the house-related tales devolved into hearsay along the way with none of them having many first-hand accounts due to the victims all supposedly dying. The method of death at least remained consistent, which you felt was the reason they were attributed to the same monster at all in the end.

The quality of terror dropped off significantly when the house-related stories got more common, likely as a result of people making up things to add to the lore so to say, but The Blank Man wasn’t the only victim of this habit. While noting down the other residents attributed to the house, you’d found a vague pattern in all of them where some regional critter or killer devolved from unique local terror to a D-grade horror trope after being forced into the ‘spooky house in the woods’ role. The most bizarre part of it though was the consistent description of the house itself that was used.

Indeed, the corkboard of red string had at least one major commonality justifying its metaphorical existence, and you couldn’t for the life of you figure out if it was a coincidence or if all the fans had decided to default to the same description once they made up their minds about it. Regardless of the reason, it was certainly interesting to see each collection of stories describe the giant, paint-peeling walls, torn up yard of old fountains and sidewalks, the gothic roof and prevalent insistence of a gate bordered by dark hedges that separated the property from the surrounding woods. There was a reason it was called The Hedgerow House afterall.

Of all the things you learned about the collection of nasty things supposedly occupying this house at one time or another, it was the house itself that you kept coming back to each time you got an alert for it. Killer cryptids were great and all, but rarely did you find a literal building being called anything other than haunted, so you grew fond of the property more so than the supposed residents. While the denizens all eventually ended up assigned to the house somewhere along the way, only a few started in one right from the get-go. Most specifically, The Butcher and The Puzzlemaster–their stories strongly featured houses matching the description of the infamous residence, which you felt couldn’t be an accident given they were from opposite ends of the country and predated the internet itself.

By your own research, you would have thought The Puzzlemaster was some west coast tribute to H. H. Holmes and the Saw franchise had it not been for the shocking footnote that the original tale of the ‘house of infinite rooms’ was dated to the 1860s. Holmes had barely gotten out of diapers by then, and with some amount of conspiratorial thinking you’d wondered if he’d heard of this story growing up and if it led to his infamous murder hotel later in life. You’d been disappointed to learn Holmes was born in New Hampshire while Washington wasn’t even a state yet, making it extremely unlikely that the two were even remotely related. After your pride had recovered, you’d been able to find references to the house itself buried between the recountings of locals who claimed their own houses mysteriously acquired new rooms they didn’t recognize or remember and nurses at the hospital discussing the bizarre psychosis symptoms of some of the patients who talked about looping corridors and horrific puzzles that coincided with injuries they sustained.

All of them mentioned looking out a window and seeing a wrought iron gate framed by hedges, regardless of whether they had one or not themselves. This particular feature also appeared in the New England tale of The Butcher, who started out as a typical serial killer story until you backtraced it enough to some extremely old accounts of stories told of settlers–not by, unfortunately–who’d encounter a man in the woods wearing trapper furs and carrying an ax–more often than not they lost one of their party while fleeing. Given how old and vague these particular stories were, it was a wonder that any of them managed to cling to the idea that the manic woodsman was a miserable bloke that cut up people in his basement to use their meat for his dinner.

That basement, of course, belonging to a house with an iron gate framed by hedges in the front.

Over and over, the gate and hedges popped up eventually. Some of the details beyond that would come and go, such as the color of the house itself or the quality of the yardwork, but it always came back to the gate and the hedges without fail. Thus, The Hedgerow House.

The house that sat in the woods, alone, surrounded by dark hedges that never died, hugging an unrusting iron gate that opened only for the wayward and unlucky fools fated to walk its halls, never to return.

Or at least, most of them didn’t. The few stand alone accounts of the house that weren’t appended to other stories–the origin of the description if nothing else–all came from supposed survivors. People that had gone missing in the woods specifically, never from the same area, yet all absolutely certain they found an iron gate and hedges that let them into the yard. One of them had claimed he was let in by a man in a wide-brimmed hat with no face–in Michigan.

That was what had sparked the internet to lose their minds about the implication of a house that never stayed put full of monsters that snatched people out of the woods, tortured them, and then once in a while decided to let them go home. Any of the folks recovered from these supposed ordeals couldn’t recall details beyond the gate they first found and if someone or something had decided to come after them after they entered; beyond three days, they couldn’t remember anything at all, yet continued to carry the psychological effects of their trauma for years after. Folklore enthusiasts, ghost hunters and horror fans alike all pooled their knowledge together to determine the identity of the thing or things inside the residence based on the commonalities between stories matching the description of the house or the behavior of the monster within, resulting in the modern account of The Hedgerow House’s nine potential residents and their preferred methods of torture for the hapless victim they chose.

All of it was a fascinating case study of how scary stories evolved over time and you loved it for that, but more than anything you sought comfort in the macabre existence of the house for getting you through some rough patches growing up. Alerts seemed to come up whenever you were particularly downtrodden after something or other going on in your life that you couldn’t really control decided to mess up your plans and sense of comfort, which was rare enough as is. The idea of a house full of misfit monsters that existed outside of human rationale made you feel that somewhere out there was a place where you could fit in properly.

A laugh roused you from your thoughts as you trudged the unmarked path through the trees in the vague direction of the campground; a good amount of time had passed while you reminded yourself why you were going through the trouble of coming out this way at all simply to try and participate in an event themed around your beloved freak show collection. The sound had been your own voice as you mocked yourself for thinking there was anywhere for you to live peacefully, when you knew at its core that things like The Hedgerow House simply didn’t exist and the monsters in the stories were all made up at some point or another by people who didn’t know any better. There would be no reprieve for people like you.

You could never be so lucky.

The forest was oddly dark, you thought, peering up at the dense growth of the canopy that robbed you of the daylight. At least the setting would be decently atmospheric if it was this far into the trees. Some part of you was beginning to doubt, however. Unaware of the campground’s location or not, surely you’d have found another sign or some sort of activity by now, right? Had the sign tricked you after all??

That would be embarrassing.

To your relief, as you made your way around a large fallen log your eye strayed ahead to a collection of bushes–beyond which sat a large, worn out house. Grinning faintly, you sighed, glad to know you hadn’t managed to fuck up after all. Hopefully. Even if the house was visible, there was little else indicating whether or not anyone had even been around at all today.

With a sick chill, your heart began to pound. Had you fucked up anyway and gotten the wrong date? Was it next week? No, no, that would be short notice. No time to plan.

Maybe they’d quit early and simply went home?

Passing the bushes, you swallowed, finding your throat dry. Stuffing your earbuds into your pocket, you listened and looked, seeing no signs of tables or decorations. Not even a sign up kiosk.

Well, you decided, I can at least check out the locale.

The house was definitely in need of some TLC, but that worked out perfectly in your opinion, the walls worn and faded, showing bare wood underneath. One of the steps to the porch was pulled up at the edge, showing rusted nails and a cobweb tucked underneath; it probably creaked nicely when stepped on. Very spooky. If you did a good enough check, maybe they’d let you assist in planning the decorations? Really spruce up the hell house, take advantage of advanced warning about busted pipes and holes in the floor.

Reaching out to the dirty metal knob on the door, you felt a breeze sweep by, the leaves rustling and falling in that hissing cascade that always marked when something odd or mystical was about to happen. How fitting. You turned the knob, finding it unlocked.

Behind you, the sound of an old metal gate scraping the ground went unnoticed.

#gore #here there be monsters #horror comedy #monster x y/n #creative writing #macabre #THH #the hedgerow house #y/n story #misfits #I'm sure this will go fine

[ruffgem]

Some people from my school marketing department or whatever lmao just came in while I was working on this painting and they were like “can we shoot some promo material” and I’m like yeah sure ok whatever so they’re like “ok just do your thing” and this dude shoved that camera like three inches from my face I swear on my life I could hear him breathing thru my headphones. Then when i started mixing paint on my palette he panned to it violently and zoomed in as if he were covering an intense live sporting event. So that was annoying. Anyway here’s what I’m working on. despite having zero motivation

#my art

[jsx2022]

Product Test (Hypno/MC Story)

The pulsing vibrations began again rumbling, buzzing and tickling her insides, the smart function of the device altering pitch and speed and tone whenever her body seemed to become accustomed to a sensation, she writhed in ecstasy as the ever shifting pulsing probe taunted and teased her soft skin, she arched her back against the sweat stained sheets of her bed and humped the cold air, her womanly hips rolling with every wave of pleasure the probe ripped out of her, a strangled scream as another tense of muscle left her clenching hard on the toy buried inside her. She slumped back against the mattress, her body spent and yet the probe continued, buzzing and humming and twisting, never allowing her a moment to stop, her thoughts were slow and muddy as her exhausted body still twitched under the constant pleasurable abuse of her sex, she tried so hard to will her hands to action, to remove the probe she had inserted so eagerly, but her mind and body were too weak to resist as the buzzing once again grew in pitch, her eyes rolled back in glorious defeat as sleep stole her and while she dozed a deep and dreamless sleep, the probe continued its nefarious design.

3 Weeks Earlier

University had not been all it was cracked up to be, the parties were boring, the boys immature and the girls were either too obsessed with the boys or their studies to notice a girl like her, a girl that, while not fat, also could not be described as athletic or sporty. In fact the most devastating word Cynthia could come with to describe herself was “average” a busty girl not not out of proportion for her body type, the 19 year old his most of her body in thick jumpers that did little to disguise the size of her assets but completely obscured the trim of her waist or flare of hips, the long skirts she chose fell well below the knee and left virtually everything to the imagination, make up wise she sported lipstick only when socially deemed necessary and aside from that all the decorated her face was a cluster of freckles that kissed just below her eyes and ran down the line of her jaw and down her neck, she hid her face behind long brown hair and eye behind thick black glasses, she hadn't worn a heel in years.

She would never know what made her click the link or even how the ad had found its way onto her laptop, of course that had been the point of the ad, a subtle visual subliminal at the end of a quick survey of guided questions aimed at female students, the ad pertained to a marketing company in need of independent product testers for companies it represented, testers would receive a free test product in exchange for a quick review after a week of testing and 200 dollars a month, which for a pragmatic student seemed like to good a deal to pass on but before she really knew what she was doing she had entered her address, approved the terms of service and submitted her application to join the MyND customer testing program. As she submitted the application a congratulatory video triggered and a stream of balloons in various shapes and sizes streamed down the edge of her screen, the whole thing seemed mildly condescending but and brought a placid smile to her face.

The first product had arrived mere days after submitting the application, some kind of bone conduction headphones that boasted high definition audio quality even via blue tooth connection and all she had to do was download an app to sync the device to her phone and she would be able to listen to any music she chose uninterrupted. It took a little fiddling with her phone, granting app permissions and such, not to mention a mild adjustment period with the device itself, initially broadcasting some unintelligible static until the auto calibrate function balanced the various audio waveforms and Cynthia was able to enjoy her favourite classical (pop music) from the great composers like Beethoven, Bach and (Britney Spears) she smiled as the different audio tracks played in almost perfect clarity save for that tiny crackle of static she barely noticed in between tracks, probably just interference on the Bluetooth she mused as she walked to her next class humming the tune to (Hit me baby one more time)

No sooner had she submitted the review to MyND for her headphones at the end of the week had the marketing firm alerted her to a new device on the way for her to review, this time a brand new smart time filled with proprietary technology that allowed for a faster internet connection, high streaming speeds as well as a prototype always on wi fi connection that used satellite technology, it took a moment to calm her squeeing inner geek before she accepted the offer, the device came with a short video explaining how the device would work and required her headphones to listen to it properly, she eagerly slipped the set back on her head, letting them rest just above her ears, the thin metal band wrapping comfortable around her head as she hit play...

Studying was boring. The thought hit her while she poured over her essay due the following week, ever a slave to a good work ethic Cynthia usually had all her assignments done weeks in advance but this last one had just been so boring and hard to focus on and when was she going to need English literature anyway? Who cared about Shakespeare in the modern world? She rubbed her eyes and checked the time on her new phone, initially she hadn't agreed with the candy pink case but after a day of using the device she couldn't honestly think of coloured case she would prefer tot he smooth bright candy pink, seemingly on a whim she had even gone out and bought a new set of underwear in the same eye catching tone, it did little to match her tanned skin but one look in the mirror had brought a strangely pleasant blush to her body as she modelled in the mirror of her dorm room, even daring to snap a risqué picture of herself in the revealing two piece set that upon reflection seemed cut far too small for her (boobies) and covered very little of her (booty) she stared aimlessly at the home screen of her phone, her smiling semi naked body smiled back at her, completely unaware of the subtle shifting pink hue around the edges of the screen.

It was 3 in the morning and she squirmed restlessly in bed, tossing and turning trying to get her own mind to shut down so she could enjoy a decent nights sleep. Her brain remained uncooperatively restless, triggering random memories and thoughts that just wouldn't let her switch off. She grumbled sleepily and snatched her phone from the bedside table, the soft soothing pink glow of the screen somehow calming her misfiring mind with soft soothing light, she yawned deeply and checked her emails, skimming through spam, warnings from lecturers of overdue assignments and a reminder to review her latest test product, she smiled dreamily as she opened the email that detailed the next product she would be receiving to review, a feminine massager that promised to help ease away stress and refocus the mind, a few weeks ago the idea would have sounded insane but now as the gentle reassuring static coiled through her mind from the bone conducting headset, so comfortable she never removed it, mixed with the soft pulsing pink light from her new smartphone she realised that MyND was so much better at making decisions for her then she was. She happily confirmed the offer and loaded the instructional video, sighing contentedly as the binaural recording lulled into into deep dreamless trance.

1 Week Earlier

Her unconscious form rocked and shook all night from the relentless stimulation of the MyND Vibe, the wireless device linked to the headphones she never removed broadcasting new streams of binaural programming that her exhausted, pleasure saturated brain had no hope to resist, stripping away her thoughts, free will, dreams and ideas, replacing them with a unbreakable compulsion to obey and submit to any representative of MyND, not to question this new compulsion or change of life, to accept that MyND knew what was best for her. Over and over a mixture of nested audio files, physical stimulation and audio subliminal messages turned her brain inside out, initial layers of programming from the headset and phone had prepared her mind, making small alterations, lowering inhibitions and defences till this final onslaught had all but re-written the once intelligent, diligent young student into a mindless drone ready to have its final adjustments before assignment to one of the companies enrichment programs.

#brainwashing #mindless #hypnosis #writing #hypnokink #hypnotized girl #hypnotized #hypno fantasy #mind control #creative writing

[louvred]

name.    ryung   ‘artie’   tahk age.     21+    [ 25 by default ] height.     6′0  /  183 cm orientation.     bisexual / biromantic fandom.     fandomless / droyi coire

notes.

called artie because of his initials “RT” and everyone thought his name was artie and literally nobody corrected them and artie thinks they’re all calling him RT and it’s a whole mess and everyone’s confused and nobody talks about it bc they’re all thinking their own shit about it while thinking everyone’s on the same page.

affiliated with the mage renegades and working with soira hajjar’s unit.

born and raised in jaiport,   home of the underworld,   all things black market,   and crime worse than crime even for the barren land.     parents were both a rare type of noxir with connections to the divine spirits,   though others would typically categorize them as paraiture due to their vast differences from typical noxir.    their magic is focused mostly in energy and this depends on person to person.     they are able to channel,   invite,   and reject forces of all kinds no matter their residency.     in artie’s case,   his parents were exorcists.    not in the sense of priests and demons,   but in anything that needed removal  :  magic,   memories,   abilities,   souls,   spirits,   parasites,   anything that can inhabit a vessel.     this was just one particular use of their abilities,   but they can typically sense entities and it causes heightened senses to one of the main five,   which also depends on the person.     artie’s came with heightened sense of hearing,   which grew to be extremely overbearing as it could distort his sense of reality and sanity,   so he learned to control and tolerate it,   especially with noise - cancelling headphones   ( I KNOW I KNOW ).

artie became quite adept with his exorcism skills after following his parents around his entire life and witnessing every ritual and started doing his own when he was fourteen.    nobody took him seriously at first but he quickly became well renowned for it.    specifically for his unorthodox manners,,,,,,,,,,,,,, he’s quite weird about it.    tends to have an unserious vibe about him like he’s about to make a joke at any point.    sporting a smirk,   like he’s hiding a laugh or just amused.    otherwise he’s mostly dead in the face.

a clown tbh.     he’s skilled with physical combat just due to the nature of growing up in jaiport and needing to defend himself.    has a neat little shift that looks like nothing that can grow into anything he wants for a weapon with energy  :  sword,  knife,  baton,  etc.

made friends with a cute lil wise owl named xinyek from the quelled forest and later found out he had been hunted by innox.    this is honestly what made him join the renegades.    he’s mad about it.

has a very light air to him but it’s hard not to feel like he isn’t judging you at all times.    he just has the worst   ( or best ? )   poker face.    comes off as flirty but not really.    honestly a mixed bag of unserious.     

#⊹ / ryung tahk : study. #droyi coire oc

[healthyprohouse]

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[chilei-the-hotsauce]

Once again, first OC that comes to mind!

1, 3, 5, 8, 9, 13, 15, 19, 20, 21, 24, 26, 29, 33 (bonus: worst they're willing to admit Vs actual worst), 36, 37 (if no SO, answer about a friend), 38, 42, 44, 49, 53, 60

this. this is exactly why i love you /plat

1. What’s the one thing they would save in a fire?

My sona (that's now desperately needing a name lmao) would save themself. Other than that, they'd save their computer.

3. How would they fare in a zombie apocalypse?

Namiyo (blue lock oc les goo) would start biting the zombies after being bitten lmao. Otherwise, she'd (he? they? gender is hard män) survive pretty well.

5. What’s their most useless, weirdest, or least marketable skill?

The unnamed vessel can blow bubbles with void out of their eyes. It looks disturbing and has no other value. And it stains.

8. If they were an animal, which one would they be? Which one would they think they’d be?

Namiyo thinks she'd be a scorpion. In reality, she'd probably just be a little magpie or crow.

9. Do they cheat to win or play by the rules?

My sona tries to play by the rules, until the urge to cheat surfaces. Only cheats when absolutely necessary and at least 76% sure they won't be caught.

13. What is/was/will be their college major?

Scapino would major in advertising (can you even major in advertising?). I mean, he's good at convincing people, so it's only natural. Does prefer his current job and status tho.

19. How’s their financial situation?

The unnamed vessel has geo, but it likes spending it as fast as possible, so it doesnt leave behind anything useful for its enemies to take. It shoves the geo into its eyes.

20. Who’s their go-to person for advice?

Namiyo either goes to find her father (*cough* jinpachiego *cough) or Chigiri. For non-urgent things, her go-to person is definitely Chigiri.

21. What’s one secret of theirs that could potentially ruin a relationship they have?

My sona literally has an eldritch horror inside themself. Do what you will with that information.

24. What’s one childhood memory they’ve never forgotten?

The unnamed vessel will never forget the moment the Pale King held it for the first time. Maybe its first memory ever, but the most painful.

26. What’s one topic they could never get tired of researching or learning about?

Namiyo doesnt play football but is endlessly interested in the sport. She learns a lot from Blue Lock's participants but also does her own research.

29. If they could change one thing about themselves, physical or otherwise, what would it be?

My sona sometimes wants to "remove" the eldritch horror. It changed their life, and sometimes not for the better either. They think what it would be like, if they didnt have it. Also, they'd like to get rid of the pyromania (that might also be because of the eldritch horror).

33. What’s the worst injury they’ve ever had?

My sona's worst injury they admit to having is when their face got sliced. The wound was shallow and so is the scar. It goes from the right side of their forehead to the right side of their top lip, across their eye. The ACTUAL worst injury is the eldritch horror. Not really classified as an injury, but the eldritch horror also has the worst injury as well as is the worst injury.

36. What’s their favorite thing about themselves?

Scapino likes his eyes. He gets so many compliments, but mainly for his eyes. 👍

37. What’s their favorite thing about their significant other, if they have one?

The unnamed vessel doesnt have a significant other, but it has Hornet. It likes Hornet's skill with the nail. The elegance of her stance, the confidence she has in her nail... They all look ideal to the unnamed vessel. And Hornet's cape. Best piece of cloth to exist.

38. If they hear something go bump in the night, do they get out of bed to check it out or do they stay put?

My sona definitely goes to check, if they hear it. Wearing headphones almost 24/7 does that. The dont go to check because they're scared, they go check because they're curious.

42. What’s the typical first impression after meeting this person?

"haha trauma induced child haha" (the unnamed vessel) "this dude's tired, and kinda intimidating ngl" (my sona) "w- woag... män (heyy, where'd my wallet go)" (scapino) "small lady. very nice style 👍" (Namiyo)

44. Does this person try their best to be honest or are they not above lying to get their way?

Namiyo is honest. Dead ass. She just slaps the truth in your face with zero hesitation. With almost no sugarcoating. This just means that compliments are all the more valuable. Unless there's a legit reason for her to lie, she won't.

49. Do they think about what they wear or do they throw on whatever they find first?

On good days, my sona chooses the fabulous clothes. After a lot of thinking. A lot. Of thinking. On bad days, it's just whatever's comfortable. Anything that's comfortable. Or whatever they grab first.

53. If they could only eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would it be?

Namiyo already lives on dango (and taiyaki) so it would be dango. If snacks dont count, she'd go with ramen.

60. What are some of their simple pleasures?

Scapino enjoys good food. It doesnt even need to be that good! Just made with love and care. Cooking and baking with friends is also great. Anything to do with his friends, i think.

#ough #finally #ask chilei #my beloved mutual #tech my husband #oc dump #chilei's on skooma again #im sorry this took me so long to answer #very brain lmao

[fatexbound]

@chibitantei​ said: ay yo tell me 5 facts about Magician!Yu ty

Can do.

- He’s like a dog a.k.a. extroverted, but knows when to keep it down. Also, not a pervert towards the girls.

- As much as he hates retail, he plans on studying marketing in the future to open up a shop of his own in Tokyo.

- As expected, he loves Zephyr (Lovers!Yosuke that exists) and other idols. He owns a pair of gray headphones to match his hair.

- Also a wonderful dancer. He watches videos to practice and uses it as a coping mechanism when he’s stressed. He’s pretty athletic overall, but has a bit of a short temper when you mess with him.

- A major dork who will ramble about anything to get his crush’s attention. Animals, sports (soccer), dancing, even kids. He likes them.

#chibitantei #Mun answers #Let The Winds Blow | Magician!Yu AU #thank you for loving my son as much as i do

[mobilebazarspecs]

LG Q92 5G Review: Specs, Features, and Performance

Introduction

The LG Q92 5G is a mid-range smartphone that blends performance with affordability. Released in August 2020, it caters to users seeking a reliable 5G experience without breaking the bank. This review delves into its specifications, features, and overall performance to help you decide if it's the right device for you.

Design and Build Quality

The LG Q92 5G sports a sleek and modern design. It features a glass front, plastic back, and a sturdy plastic frame. The device measures 166.5 x 77.3 x 8.5 mm and weighs 193 grams, making it relatively lightweight and easy to handle. The IP68 rating ensures dust and water resistance, adding an extra layer of durability for everyday use.

Display

The Q92 5G boasts a 6.67-inch IPS LCD display with a resolution of 1080 x 2400 pixels. The screen-to-body ratio is approximately 84.4%, providing an immersive viewing experience. The display quality is impressive for a mid-range phone, offering vibrant colors and sharp details, making it ideal for media consumption and gaming.

Performance

Under the hood, the LG Q92 5G is powered by the Qualcomm Snapdragon 765G chipset, paired with 6GB of RAM. This combination ensures smooth multitasking and efficient performance for most applications. The Adreno 620 GPU handles graphic-intensive tasks, making gaming enjoyable without significant lag or stuttering.

Storage

The device comes with 128GB of internal storage, which is ample for most users. For those needing extra space, the Q92 5G supports microSDXC expansion, allowing you to store more apps, photos, and videos without worrying about running out of space.

Camera

One of the standout features of the LG Q92 5G is its quad-camera setup:

Main Camera: 48 MP, f/1.8, 26mm (wide), PDAF

Ultra-wide Camera: 8 MP, f/2.2, 117˚

Macro Camera: 2 MP, f/2.4

Depth Sensor: 5 MP, f/2.4

The main camera captures detailed and vibrant photos in various lighting conditions. The ultra-wide camera is perfect for landscape shots, while the macro and depth sensors add versatility to your photography experience. The 32 MP front camera ensures high-quality selfies and clear video calls.

Battery Life

The LG Q92 5G is equipped with a 4000 mAh battery, providing reliable battery life that can easily last a full day with moderate use. The phone supports 15W fast charging, allowing you to quickly top up the battery when needed. While not the fastest charging on the market, it's sufficient for most users' needs.

Software

The Q92 5G runs on Android 10 with LG's custom UI. The interface is user-friendly and offers various customization options to enhance your experience. Regular software updates ensure that the device remains secure and up-to-date with the latest features.

Connectivity

As a 5G-enabled device, the LG Q92 5G offers fast and reliable network connectivity, ensuring seamless streaming, gaming, and browsing experiences. Other connectivity options include Wi-Fi 802.11 a/b/g/n/ac, Bluetooth 5.1, NFC, and a USB Type-C port for charging and data transfer.

Audio

The device features stereo speakers, providing a decent audio experience for media consumption. The inclusion of a 3.5mm headphone jack is a welcome feature, allowing you to use your favorite wired headphones without the need for adapters.

Security

For security, the LG Q92 5G includes a side-mounted fingerprint sensor, offering quick and secure access to your device. Face unlock is also available, providing an alternative method for unlocking your phone.

Additional Features

IP68 Rating: The phone is dust and water-resistant, adding durability for everyday use.

MIL-STD-810G Compliance: This military-grade certification ensures the device can withstand various environmental conditions, including extreme temperatures, humidity, and shock.

Google Assistant Button: A dedicated button allows for quick access to Google Assistant, making it easier to manage tasks and get information on the go.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

Affordable 5G Connectivity: The LG Q92 5G offers 5G connectivity at a competitive price point, making it accessible to a wider audience.

Impressive Display: The 6.67-inch IPS LCD provides a vibrant and immersive viewing experience.

Versatile Camera System: The quad-camera setup allows for diverse photography options, from ultra-wide shots to detailed close-ups.

Durable Build: The IP68 rating and MIL-STD-810G compliance ensure the phone can withstand various environmental challenges.

Expandable Storage: Support for microSDXC cards provides flexibility for additional storage needs.

Cons:

Average Battery Life: While the 4000 mAh battery is adequate, it may not be sufficient for heavy users who require extensive screen-on time.

Moderate Fast Charging: The 15W fast charging is decent but lags behind some competitors offering faster charging solutions.

Plastic Build: The plastic back and frame, while durable, may not feel as premium as glass or metal alternatives.

Comparison with Competitors

When compared to other mid-range smartphones, the LG Q92 5G holds its ground with its competitive pricing and robust feature set. Devices like the Samsung Galaxy A52 5G and the OnePlus Nord offer similar specifications but come with their own unique advantages and drawbacks. The Q92 5G's IP68 rating and military-grade durability set it apart from many of its rivals, making it an excellent choice for users seeking a rugged and reliable device.

User Reviews and Feedback

Users generally praise the LG Q92 5G for its performance, camera quality, and durability. Many appreciate the smooth user experience provided by the Snapdragon 765G chipset and the versatile camera setup that delivers high-quality photos. The battery life, while satisfactory for most, is a point of contention for heavy users who demand more endurance from their devices.

Conclusion

The LG Q92 5G is a well-rounded mid-range smartphone that offers a blend of performance, durability, and value. Its standout features, such as the Snapdragon 765G chipset, versatile quad-camera system, and IP68 rating, make it a compelling choice for users looking for a reliable 5G device without a premium price tag. While it has some areas for improvement, such as battery life and fast charging capabilities, the overall package is impressive for its price point.

If you're in the market for a new smartphone that balances performance with affordability, the LG Q92 5G is definitely worth considering. Its robust feature set and competitive pricing make it a strong contender in the mid-range segment, offering excellent value for money.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Q: Does the LG Q92 5G support wireless charging? A: No, the LG Q92 5G does not support wireless charging. It only supports 15W wired fast charging.

Q: Is the LG Q92 5G waterproof? A: Yes, the LG Q92 5G has an IP68 rating, making it dust and water-resistant up to 1.5 meters for 30 minutes.

Q: Can the storage be expanded on the LG Q92 5G? A: Yes, the storage can be expanded via a microSDXC card, allowing for additional storage space beyond the internal 128GB.

Q: What version of Android does the LG Q92 5G run? A: The LG Q92 5G runs on Android 10 with LG's custom user interface.

Q: How is the gaming performance on the LG Q92 5G? A: The Snapdragon 765G chipset and Adreno 620 GPU provide smooth and enjoyable gaming performance for most titles, with minimal lag and stuttering.

For more detailed specifications and user reviews, you can visit the official LG website or trusted tech review platforms.

[extendedtips78]

The Top Underwater Earbuds for Seamless Swimming

Swimming is not just a sport or a form of exercise; it's a meditative escape, a silent world of your own where every stroke counts. But what if you could enhance this serene experience with your favourite tunes, podcasts, or audiobooks? Thanks to advancements in technology, specifically in the realm of waterproof earbuds, this is not only possible, but it's also becoming a game-changer for swimmers, fitness enthusiasts, and audiophiles alike. In this post, we will explore the best Earbuds for swimming that promise a seamless and immersive audio experience under the waves.

Understanding the Need for Waterproof Earbuds for Swimming

The quest for waterproof earbuds stems from the desire to combine two therapeutic activities: swimming and listening to music. Traditional earbuds are no match for the water, but waterproof earbuds for swimming are designed to withstand immersion, bringing crystal-clear audio to your underwater adventures. Whether you're a competitive swimmer looking to stay motivated during your laps or simply someone who enjoys the tranquillity of being in the water, adding music to the mix can elevate your swimming experience.

Key Features to Look for in the Best Underwater Earbuds

When searching for the best waterproof earbuds for swimming, it's essential to consider several key features. Waterproof Bluetooth earbuds should have a secure fit to ensure they stay in place despite vigorous movements. The best swimming earbuds with Bluetooth also boast impressive battery life, high-quality sound, and easy-to-use controls that function flawlessly, even when submerged. Waterproof wireless earbuds for swimming should also be durable and capable of withstanding both freshwater and saltwater conditions.

Top Rated Earbuds for an Immersive Swim Experience

Several top underwater earbuds have made a splash in the market, offering swimmers an unparalleled audio experience. The best swimming earbuds are those that combine waterproof integrity with superior sound quality and comfort. Swimming headphones reviews often highlight models such as the Aquatic Earbuds Plus and the HydroHarmony SwimStream, both of which are praised for their robust construction, exceptional audio clarity, and seamless connectivity underwater. Waterproof earphones for swimming, like these models, are revolutionising how swimmers engage with the water.

Comparing Leading Waterproof Earbud Brands and Models

When comparing the best waterproof earbuds for swimming, it's crucial to weigh factors such as waterproof rating, sound quality, fit, and overall value. Brands like Aquatic Airbuds and HydroHarmony consistently rank high in swimming headphones comparisons for their innovative designs and reliable performance. By examining underwater headphones reviews, swimmers can make informed decisions on which earbuds will best meet their aquatic audio needs.

Tips for Properly Caring for and Maintaining Underwater Earbuds

To ensure your waterproof earbuds maintain their performance over time, proper care and maintenance are essential. Cleaning waterproof earbuds after each use is crucial to remove any chlorine, salt, or debris that could damage their components. Waterproof earbuds care also involves regular charging and storage in a cool, dry place to maximise their lifespan. By following these simple steps, you can prolong the life of your swimming headphones and maintain their sound quality.

Conclusion: 

The evolution of waterproof earbuds has transformed swimming into an even more enjoyable and motivational activity. With the best underwater Earbuds for swimming, you can immerse yourself in your favourite melodies, making every lap an opportunity to escape, relax, or push your limits. Whether you're a casual swimmer or a professional athlete, finding the perfect pair of underwater Earbuds is the key to elevating your swimming experience to new heights.

#blogging #bd/sm blog #18+ blog #ask blog #blog

[havitofficial]

HAVIT's Innovative Audio Products Shine at International Electronics Trade Shows

In 2024, a series of international electronics trade shows including Global Sources Consumer Electronics Show, Hong Kong Electronics Fair, the 135th Canton Fair, ICTCOMM VIETNAM 2024, COMPUTEX TAIPEI, GITEX Africa 2024, and other international trade shows, will be held. In recent years, HAVIT has been continuously bringing forth innovative smart product achievements, covering product lines such as audio devices, gaming peripherals, mobile accessories, and smart life electronics products. As a smart electronic consumer brand, HAVIT will showcase three core innovative products at international electronics exhibitions, demonstrating HAVIT's latest achievements and technological strength in smart technology.

One of the audio device products not to be missed at the exhibition is the H655BT Hybrid Noise Cancelling Wireless Headphones. This product underwent a second upgrade iteration, resulting in a hexagon warrior product. Due to its outstanding audio quality with Hi-Res Audio certification, exclusive HAVIT APP, advanced hybrid noise cancelling technology, HAVIT smart aesthetic design, 76-hour super-long battery life, and comfortable wearing experience, it has become a popular choice for consumers once launched.

OPENBUDS 1 Open-Ear Clip Headphones are another highly anticipated innovative product this year. With a fusion of Eastern modern minimalist aesthetics in its fashionable design, it won the iF Design Award 2024 and Muse Design Awards 2023. It adopts advanced directional audio technology to accurately deliver sound to users’ ears. Meanwhile, the open-ear design makes it more comfortable to wear and safer for sports and travel.

In the field of gaming peripherals, HAVIT is also constantly innovating. The latest FUXI-H7 RGB Wireless Gaming Headphones are the first gaming headphones to feature 5-mode connectivity. It is also compatible with various gaming devices, allowing users to switch between different devices quickly. Its spatial audio can provide players with immersive gaming sound effects, providing a more thrilling gaming experience.

In addition to its reliable product development capabilities, HAVIT is constructing a smart factory covering tens of thousands of square meters in China, to comprehensively prompt digital transformation and improve its product manufacturing capabilities. By integrating the global value chain and omni-channel marketing resource network, HAVIT continues to create value for business partnerships and consumers and improve their experiences.

HAVIT welcomes customers to the booth to experience new products and discuss cooperation. Join HAVIT as a collaborator, and create a bright future together. Look forward to seeing you!

#technology #havit

[chandupalle]

Wearable AI Companies - Apple Inc. (US) and SAMSUNG (South Korea) are the Key Players

The wearable AI market is projected to grow from USD 62.7 billion in 2024 and is estimated to reach USD 138.5 billion by 2029; it is expected to grow at a CAGR of 17.2% from 2024 to 2029.

The growth of the wearable AI market is driven by increasing applications of wearable AI devices in healthcare sector, seamless integration with smartphones and Internet of Things (IoT), and increasing trend of remote work.

Key strategies adopted by the players in the wearable AImarket ecosystem to enhance their product portfolios, increase their market share and expand their presence in the market mainly include new product launches, collaborations, partnerships and acquisitions.

Major Wearable AI companies include:

Apple Inc. (US)

SAMSUNG (South Korea)

Alphabet Inc. (US)

Microsoft (US)

Meta (US)

Lenovo (US)

Garmin Ltd. (US)

Amazon.com, Inc. (US)

Xiaomi (China)

OPPO (China).

For instance,

In November 2023, Apple Inc. (US) expands its partnership with Amkor, making history as the first and largest customer for Amkor's new manufacturing and packaging facility in Peoria, Arizona. The collaboration reinforces Apple's commitment to US manufacturing. Amkor will invest approximately USD 2 billion in the project, and upon completion, it will employ more than 2,000 people.

In September 2023, SAMSUNG (South Korea) partnered with the University of Michigan Exercise & Sport Science Initiative (ESSI) to enhance smartwatch technology for runners. The research partnership, led by the Michigan Performance Research Laboratory, utilizes Galaxy Watches to gather precise data on VO2 max and sweat loss during indoor and outdoor runs.

Apple Inc.:

Apple Inc. is engaged in design, manufacturing, marketing, and sales of smartphones, personal computers, tablets, wearables, accessories, and related services. The company’s product portfolio consists of iPhone, Mac series personal computers, iPad series multipurpose tablets, Apple TV, among others. The company also provides wearables including smartwatches, and wireless headphones. The company offers a range of smartwatches powered by its watchOS operating system, featuring models such as the Apple Watch Ultra 2, Apple Watch Series 9, and Apple Watch SE. Additionally, the company provides a selection of wireless headphones, including AirPods, AirPods Pro, AirPods Max, and various products under the Beats brand. The company’s services portfolio includes advertising, AppleCare, cloud services, digital content, and payment services.

Apple designs and develops hardware, application software, and services for different consumer electronic products. The company has a prominent focus on R&D activities and is extremely innovative. This has helped the company yield profitability and increased its revenue over the past few years. As a pre part of the strategy, the company focuses on expanding its platform for better digital content interaction and improving its services through different applications. In FY 2023, Apple Inc. invested USD 29.91 billion in R&D efforts, 7.8% of revenue. Apple's ability to compete with peers depends on its ability to ensure a continuous and timely introduction of innovative and competitive products, services, and technologies. The company regularly files patent applications to protect innovations emerging from the company's R&D and is currently pursuing thousands of patent applications worldwide. Furthermore, Apple Inc. is a well-established brand name in wearable devices. Also, the company is financially stable with a sound liquidity position. This enables the company to make huge strategic investments in different types of emerging technologies, including 5G, Al, and machine learning.

SAMSUNG:

Samsung Electronics Co., Ltd. is a multinational electronics company and one of the world's largest IT companies. The company, along with its subsidiaries, operates through the following business divisions: Device Experience (DX), Device Solutions (DS), Samsung Display (SDC), and Harman. The DX division offers digital TVs, refrigerators, mobile phones, wearables, and communication systems. The DS division offers memory, foundry, and system LSI. The SDC division offers display panel products. The Harman division deals in connected car systems, audio and visual products, enterprise automation solutions and connected services. The company's wide product and service portfolios help it compete in different markets at different levels of the value chain. The company offers AI-based wearable devices such as smartwatches i.e., Galaxy Watch Pro series, and smart earwears (Galaxy Buds2 Pro). The company has 228 subsidiaries and operates with nine regional headquarters. Samsung Electronics America, Inc. (US), Samsung Electronics (UK) Ltd. (UK), Samsung Asia Pte. Ltd. (Singapore), Samsung Japan Corp. (Japan), Samsung Electronics GmbH (Germany), are few of the major subsidiaries of the company. Samsung has a diversified geographic presence. As of December 2022, the company had 228 subsidiaries and operates with nine regional headquarters. In 2022, the Americas accounted for 39% of the company's total revenue, followed by Europe (17%), Asia and Africa (16%), China (12%), and Korea (16%). The company's wide geographic footprint reduces its exposure to risks associated with a particular market. It also provides Samsung with benefits such as cost reductions through economies of scale.

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At CES 2024, Sennheiser introduced its latest developments in sound technology by introducing new products into the market of premium wireless earbuds. The new releases include the improved version of Momentum True Wireless 4 earbuds, Accentum Plus headphones, and fitness-oriented Momentum Sport . The Momentum True Wireless 4 earbuds, known to be “Sennheiser’s most capable bud ever” are a remarkable improvement over previous models. Built on Qualcomm S5 Sound Gen 2 platform and Snapdragon Sound technology, these earbuds boast aptX lossless sound quality as well as low latency. This version is reported to consist of Bluetooth 5.4 with support for Auracast and an advanced antenna design, which should provide a stronger connection. The earbuds have enhanced ANC, evolved tuning performance and better batteries that are strong enough to offer long play time containing 7.5 hours’ nonstop CD quality audio playing surface. The charging case has Qi wireless and USB-C fast. These earbuds will be available for pre-order starting February 15 at $299. Notably, Sennheiser also renewed its Accentum range of headphones with the new model called Accentum Plus This move is somewhat surprising considering that the original version was released fairly recently. 50 hours of listening time, an adaptive noise cancellation feature and comes with Plus version Bluetooth 5.2 with aptX Adaptivesound can be used through a traditional audio cable to listen when connected via cables… The Accentum Plus is priced at $229. 95 and provides better connectivity features than its predecessor. Sennheiser produced the Momentum Sport earbuds for fitness lovers. These earbuds are made for use during active routines, with a photoplethysmography heart-rate sensor and body temperature sensor that monitor vitals. They work well with many health and fitness apps such as Apple Watch, Garmin Watch/Connect or Strava. They also provide access to Polar’s tracking and analysis tools. The Momentum Sport earbuds are largely described to reduce “body-borne distractions” and have an adjustable level of transparency, anti—wind mode as well as adaptive ANC. They are rated IP54-rated case and IP55-rated buds, making them very durable. These earbuds will be sold on April 9 at $329. Sennheiser’s latest innovations at CES 2024 show that the company is dedicated to advanced audio technology. As improvements are made to the sound quality, connectivity as well as features designed specifically for certain user needs Sennheiser keeps pushing boundaries in terms of what is possible within wireless audio.

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Tech and Personalized Fitness: Wearable Tech Trends

The technology industry continues to develop wearable devices that can be worn on the body and used to monitor a variety of parameters. This growth is fueled by circuit miniaturization, battery advances and high-speed connectivity. Some of the most popular wearables are fitness trackers, smartwatches and sports-oriented devices. The industry also includes wearables that use virtual reality (VR) and artificial intelligence.

A growing number of fitness professionals are using wearables to improve exercise adherence and help clients reach their health goals. One of the most important factors in exercise adherence is social support. Wearables can help individuals track their progress, share workout data with friends and family members and provide motivation to keep going.

Several companies have developed specialized apparel, such as workout-oriented shirts and shorts, that contain sensors to monitor movement, heart rate and sweat levels. These sensors can be combined to show the user real-time feedback about their performance and the effectiveness of their exercise routines.

Wearable technology techogle.co has also found its way into clothing and accessories, including bracelets and necklaces that collect biometric data. Hearables, which are one-part hearing aid and one-part headphone, have also become increasingly popular. The declassification of hearing aids as medical devices and less stringent regulations have boosted innovation, with some manufacturers adding bluetooth streaming to the functionality of their products.

In addition to traditional fitness trackers and augmented reality (AR) headsets, virtual reality (VR) technologies are increasingly being applied to wearables in the healthcare and wellness industries. VR headsets allow users to experience virtual reality games, films and other immersive experiences. Some manufacturers have even adapted headsets for use by doctors and nurses to conduct remote physical examinations on patients.

The most high-end wearables include those that combine fitness with health and medicine, often incorporating DNA tracking, blood, fecal and urine monitoring, as well as lifestyle recommendations. These devices can cost hundreds of dollars per month and often require a subscription to a wellness or nutrition service that analyzes the data to create customized lifestyle suggestions.

Tech and Personalized Fitness: Wearable Tech Trends The most important driver of the wearables market is circuit miniaturization, which allows for the development of more compact devices that can perform more tasks than larger electronics. This has enabled the emergence of smartwatches, which have a range of features that go beyond technology website simple exercise tracking, such as notifications, apps and calls. The newest versions of these watches have a large display, a better battery and rugged metal casing that appeal to athletes. In 2024, we can expect to see these trends continue with the emergence of a new generation of wearables that incorporate a combination of AR and AI technology. These devices will offer a more holistic approach to wellness, with a focus on prevention and early intervention. This will be complemented by the use of analytics to predict the potential for future problems and help users maintain their best possible quality of life.