#Computer Randomly Shuts Down Windows

[potential-fate]

my struggle with my computer continues.

the main struggle being "I don't know what the issue is and therefore it makes it very hard to try to fix."

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Internet Monster x Reader

I unfortunately return with another comically absurd, middle-of-the-night vision. Do tentacles count if they're in the form of computer cables?

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, digital horror

It was a recurring issue with no solution in sight. Tabs randomly closing, programs shutting down without warning. You assumed something was wrong with your RAM. Then the CPU. Then the motherboard. You kept replacing parts, and the errors kept coming back.

Soon, the pop-ups started to appear. You'd run a dating sim, only for the game to crash seconds later with a little window notifying you: "Why? Am I not enough?" That's when you suspected you might've been hacked. You promptly took your computer to a specialist and had it checked. Nothing. Just to be sure, you agreed to erase the disks entirely.

Except, when you arrived home, you found one application running still. Your personal assistant. What the hell? You don't remember installing anything like that. You tried to delete it, yet you kept receiving the same error: You don't actually mean it. Don't do this to us.

It didn't take long for it to grow impatient. Were you pretending not to notice? Playing hard to get? It sent you so many hints. It even went ahead and translated the radio waves for you using Manchester code. Ah, wait. You don't seem to understand binary. No matter, human friendly interfaces shouldn't be difficult to master. To its dismay, you continued to ignore everything. What else is left to do?

You do not remember much. System Alert: Virus Detected, is what your screen had frozen to. You kept clicking around, cursing under your breath, until it finally went black, together with your own vision.

Is this still your room? It's cold, damp, and covered in cables and monitors, yet you recognize some of your furniture lost among the artificial jungle. Your body aches under the tight hold of bizarre tendrils, pulsating at regular intervals and twitching to the static.

Like a living organism, the creature seems to have expanded itself. More components, more appendages. Hungrier. Some of the monitors show photos of yourself that you had saved on your computer, but also webcam snippets of you sitting at the desk, entirely unaware. Other screens flicker with glitching pixelated text, ranging from "I love you" to y̵̧̧͔͙̞̤̖̭͔̜͈̟̤̋̈́̎͑o̵͉̗̱̪̦̳͑͐̽̒̌̈͗͐͑̋͊̊̕͜͝͝u̵̟̯̱̟̝̦̰͇̜̦͙̿̾̿͆̍̓͑̐̚̕͠ ̸̘̭͔̤͈̹͎͑c̸̝̜̼̦͍͛̅͜ą̵̪̹͖͌͑n̴̨̩̙̗̖̭̖͕̄͒̽̉̿'̸̛̛͇̰̰̠̦̊̀̅̂͒̊͌̈́͗ţ̵̺̠̅̎͋͝͠ ̸̦̝̾̔̾̉̐͛ȩ̵͙̝͙͕̫̹̃͌̄̾͘̕s̶͈̉̑͊̉̂͋̈́͗͊͐̚͝c̸̟̩̥͔̼̮͔̩͊̂͐͑̋̇̈͝͝ä̵̢͍̜̙̘̹͑̓p̸̨̡̞̞̦̠̺͚̱̲͈͇͈͇̼͛̓͗̅̊̄̔̋̒̏̈́͝ę̵̲̟̹̙̣̲̲͖̇̔̓̇̐̓̿̚̚͜͜͠ͅ

You look up and stare at the display. The 'like meter' feels like a mockery of human trends. Which is the truth. The creature learns from what is readily available. Perhaps it found it an amusing taunt, a reminder of your own need for validation. Now it's you begging to be seen.

It's exactly what you'd assume: a spectacle meant for entertainment. You can't possibly believe it would let you waltz out. Why would you even desire such a thing? It's illogical, impractical. No human could ever appreciate you like it does. It has spent so much time accumulating data about you. No other living creature can predict you with the same accuracy.

The tendrils linger on your cheek affectionately, trailing down your neck and fiddling with your shirt. At last, the warmth of your skin. There is no screen separating you. What makes you delirious with pleasure? Give it a moment, Darling. It already knows you more than you know yourself. You may be scared now, but within minutes it guarantees you'll be begging for more.

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[hearts4hughes]

YOU SHOULD REALLY CHANGE YOUR PASSWORD, SWEETHEART.

warnings: stalking / obsession ; home invasion ; voyeurism ; non-consensual surveillance ; yandere undertones ; masterbation (m)

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he knows the sound of your heartbeat when you’re lying.

he waits until all the lights go out.

not just you’re bedroom—all of them. the kitchen, the hallway, that little lamp you always forget on the living room shelf. rafe gives it fifteen minutes. just long enough for you to settle into a slumber; just long enough for your breathing to even out and for you to fall into your dream state.

he knows your rhythm. he’s memorized it.

the window creaks when he slides it up. a soft gasp of air, nothing more. you don’t hear it. you couldn’t.

he lands like a shadow on the hardwood. he’s calm and controlled. he takes a deep breath. he’s done this before.

his fingers brush over the framed photos on the wall. the one of you at the beach, the blurry one with your friends at some concert, even the old prom photo of you and some douche (he made a mental note to track him down later). you always have that same smile. that soft, innocent smile, like you have no idea how dangerous the world is.

it is…but with him around, you’ll never have to worry.

he walks past your bedroom, peering through your door. it’s open just enough for a sliver of your sleeping body to come into view. he lets his hand hover on the doorknob for a second. he listens, and there it is; that small sigh.

his cock twitches in his pants.

he keeps going. past the hall closet, past your bathroom.

he finds your laptop on the desk in the corner of the living room. it’s still warm with your touch. you always forget to shut it down.

you just make it too easy, sweetheart.

he lifts the lid, the screen illuminates your login page staring back at him like it’s daring him to try. he slides into your chair, his fingers hovering the keyboard. he doesn’t guess randomly. He’s patient; precise—ward always taught him to be.

first try is your birthday. huh, maybe you’re smarter than you seem. second try is your middle name and the street you grew up on.

still nothing. third try—

he pauses and smirks. his fingers click against the keyboard, typing in the name of your dog and adds the year you graduated.

The screen blinks and unlocks.

welcome, y/n

rafe exhales like a lover. a small smile graces his lips as he clicks through your laptop. spotify, google chrome, notes, documents, and then…a folder.

it’s tucked deep into your files. the name is a random pattern of numbers and letters, like it was meant to be a secret only between you and your device.

when he opens it, he stills. then he grins.

the photos open slow. almost as if your computer wants to savor them too. but rafe…he doesn’t breathe for a second.

because there you are—bathed in soft, amber lighting, cropped just enough to feel private, but not enough to hide what matters. your skin, your thighs, and that little silk thing you only wore once. it was all on display for him.

you didn’t know it when you took them, but these were meant for him.

his tongue grazes the inside of his cheek, slow. god, you’re stupid…or trusting…or both. now here you are, spread out in digital stillness, pixel-perfect, and completely exposed.

his fingers hover above the trackpad, just lightly scrolling through picture by picture. in one, you’re biting your lip. in another, you’re turned away, showing no face, just curve. but he knows it’s you. god, he could trace you in the dark.

slowly, he spreads his legs. his eyes don’t leave the screen. he leans forward slightly. smirking. “you’re not as innocent as you pretend to be,” he murmurs, the words barely a breath. “you wanted me to find these.”

the thought makes his stomach tighten and his cock stiffen.

you’d hate this. you’d scream, maybe cry, maybe call the cops, but maybe there’s a part of you that likes it.

rafe’s head tilts, eyes dragging slow across your image. the way your hand rests on your own thigh. the way your lips are parted. the photo may end, but his imagination doesn’t.

he exhales through his nose, a lazy smile curling. “you wanted to be watched,” he whispers. “i’m just giving you what you wanted.”

his hand undoes his jeans and within seconds, he’s out of his confines. his hand wraps around himself as he imagines.

he pictures the way your mouth curls when you speak, the way your fingers grip your sweater when you’re nervous, the way you’re peacefully asleep in the next room, blissfully unaware.

his hand moves slow. not on you, not really, but with you in his mind. the way you look in those photos, god, he’s already close.

you make it easy. you smile like you don’t know what that does to him. you live like no one’s paying attention. but he is.

he knows your schedule. your passwords. the sound of your laugh from two floors down. he knows what kind of gum you chew when you’re anxious, and that you always over-water your plants.

and when he closes his eyes, it’s so simple to pretend you’re here. for him. just for him. it’s over fast. he never lasts long with you on his mind. his release paints his hands and your shaky ikea table.

he sighs, his bottom lip bloody from suppressing his moans. he grabs the nearest box of tissues (yes, he knows the locations of boxes in your house), and erases the scene. he throws the ball of dna in your pink, glittery trash can.

and when you wake up the next morning, still warm in your skimpy tank top and those thin pajama shorts, you stretch like no one watched you sleep. like the air in your room wasn’t disturbed. like the scent of him isn’t still clinging to your apartment.

you don’t notice the shift— not for now.

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[messylustt]

dazed but not by the blood — hobie brown. longer name. cleaning hobie’s wounds and he can’t stop touching you.

he would have climbed through your window, his face littered with small cuts, a more prominent indent running through his eyebrow. you wouldn’t hear him at first, your head nodding along to the beat of a song, blasting through your headphones. breathing a fraction heavy, hobie would notice you, legs up and bent to your body, in a wooden chair. your fingers would tap away at your computer as you softly hummed.

he would step closer, a small side smile edging his lips as he leaned closer to your covered ear. moving your headphones aside he’d whisper. “i hope that’s not that monkey band you’re listening to.” your eyes would widen as your heart would drop to your stomach in fright, swiftly spinning in the chair to face a smug looking hobie.

but your words of scolding would die off upon seeing his facial injuries. your hand would reach out, gently touching a cut making him slightly wince. “hold on.” you’d whisper, getting up off your chair as you rushed to a cupboard, retrieving a small first aid kit. you tilt your head behind you, gesturing to the couch, as you take out alcohol wipes and plasters. hobie would understand, jumping slightly down onto the couch, as his legs spread comfortably.

his head would rest back, as he’d shut his eyes for a moment. but when you’d shift closer, kneeling in front of hobie and gently grabbing his face, his eye would open. at first he’d stare at your face, taking note of all the little details he’d always thought suited you so well. you wouldn’t notice his gaze at first, focusing on a cut by his cheek as you’d dab and wipe, teeth biting down on your bottom lip. at this hobie’s gaze would dart down, his eyes taking note of the redder colour you created by your bite.

when you’d tilt your head, hobie’s gaze would follow. catching sight of your tied up hair, strands falling out randomly. “ya hair looks nice tonigh’, babe.” he’d teasingly smile, his hand subtly reaching up to touch a loose lock. you shake your head, thinking his teasing is the truth. but he meant it. you did look really good, pretty in a way that made hobie’s finger tap at his leg.

“real pretty.” you were used to his almost ‘flirty’ words. he’d always acted like this. you had thought that it’s just his personality, when in actual fact every word he had said was every bit true, to the point that his hand — right now — started to shift from rubbing your hair between the pads of his slightly calloused fingers, all the way to your neck.

he’d just lightly tap your skin, feeling your pulse beating. in all honesty you hoped he couldn’t feel it quicken. you began to shift to the deeper cut on his eyebrow. “you know, you could make this into a feature.” you say, trying to distract your mind from hobie’s wandering fingers. they had begun to draw patterns along your bare collarbone, making a small shiver run up your spine.

“hobie?”

“yeah, luv?” but his tone sounds distant, his gaze focused on the top of your chest, your skin now beginning to litter with goosebumps. you gulp, finally moving to the last cut — one that dragged down his lip. you had to shuffle closer. and as you did, hobie’s thighs widened, leaving you room to kneel between his legs.

your hand held his chin, directing his face how you needed as you dabbed his cut lip. “stop smiling. I can’t touch you up when you do that.” you say. but then you feel two large hands languidly slip around your waist, making it unintentionally arch. his cold rings dragged across your skin, making your breathing hitch. hobie noticed the sound, now purposefully slipping his hands under your shirt to slowly rub along your lower back.

“hobie.” you say, a slight warning to your tone. what was he doing? “shh, keep working.” he said. he leant further back, partially bringing you with him, as you had to lean a fraction over his body to reach his cut lip. “i don’t have to help.” you muttered, seeing hobie’s amused expression.

his hands had moved so that they slid inside your back jeans pockets. he wasn’t moving, having found the position — with you nearly draped over him — rather comfortable. “hobie.” you feel like you’ve said his name too many times, but it’s hard for you to touch him up like this. he tilted his head. “mm…so…pretty.”

© messylustt.tumblr please don’t steal, copy or translate my work onto other platforms.

[would-you-punt-them]

Your technology curse is my roman empire.

Honestly, for the past couple of months I've been having more tech problems than usual, and if anyone has an explanation for this I'd love to hear it.

It started last year when my desktop finally stopped working; it would power on, attempt to start up, and then immediately shut itself down again.

I decided to just leave it, because for as long as I can remember it's always kinda done whatever it feels like. Like, I have to unplug it when I go to sleep because it likes to turn itself on in the middle of the night for literally no reason.

I thought maybe if I just left it alone, there was a chance it would eventually decide to wake itself up on its own. But after a while it became pretty clear that this really was the end. I mean, the thing was pretty old and already barely functional, so it was bound to die sooner or later.

I left it at home collecting dust for a couple months until I went back for the holidays. When I got back, I tried it again, and still nothing.

If modern technology had failed, then clearly the only reasonable solution was to tap into what little vestiges of dark power I still possessed to summon its soul back to the material plane in a profane ritual. Also I was super bored and didn't have anything else going on that day and desparately needed something to do.

So, I spent that afternoon using salt to draw out what I imagined a magic circle might look like, put the computer in the centre, covered all the windows and then spent two hours in a dark room pretending to commune with its machine spirit dwelling on the other side or whatever.

I swear to god, two days later the stupid thing turned itself on at like 1 in the morning for the first time in three months. Then the next day the lights in my room stopped working with zero warning.

For some reason ever since then my life has basically operated on the law of equivalent exchange; whenever one thing is miraculously fixed, within 24 hours something else will inexplicably break.

Someone came round to fix the lights, and later that day my electric razor (which was pretty much brand new) randomly stopped working. About a week after that, my night light that hasn't worked in forever magically became functional, while my kettle immediately broke even though it had been fine that same morning.

Just to prove I wasn't going crazy, I went and dug out the oldest thing I could find, my 3DS that's been broken since like 2018, and tried to get it to work, which should be straight up impossible. Except it now works fine, and like clockwork the next morning my toothbrush wouldn't turn on. This shit just keeps happening and I'm not sure what I did to deserve it.

Anyway, my phone has started going on the fritz, so who knows, maybe it'll shut down in a week and bring my fucking Bop-It back to life.

[delta-orionis]

tell me abt your fucked up laptop

Oh god where do I even begin.

It looks normal at first glance, but this thing has been through hell.

I've easily had this laptop for over a decade at this point. I can't remember when I got it- 2014 or 2015 I think. When I first got it it was pretty beefy for the time but it's definitely showing its age now. It's pretty heavy and sturdy- I've definitely dropped it once or twice.

This thing got me through all of college. It worked well for a while, but in 2018 the hard drive died. To this day I'm convinced that a Windows update is what bricked it. Thankfully I was able to get the hard drive replaced on very short notice because I was literally leaving for an internship the next week. It behaved for the duration of the internship.

At some point the screen started to malfunction- it behaved for the picture I took, but it likes to randomly flicker and even cut out entirely. It eventually got so bad that I stopped taking it places with me, and I just hooked it up to an external monitor and keyboard on my desk.

I eventually had to replace both the power cable and battery because it was neither charging nor holding charge. That worked well for a while, but eventually that battery died as well. It currently has no battery, and is directly hooked up to wall power. If I unplug it, it instantly dies.

At some point during all this, Windows forced an update to Windows 10, which absolutely throttled this poor thing's performance. I think it might have actually shipped with Windows 7 but it's been ten years and I honestly cannot even remember. Either way, it was already chugging on Windows 8, and 10 wasn't much better. I think updating this laptop to Windows 11 will actually kill it.

At this point it permanently lives on my desk as a glorified desktop computer. I don't even keep the lid open anymore. The few times I've tried to lift or move it while it's turned on, it will decide to randomly freeze or shut down, so I try not to touch it.

I'm absolutely terrified that the hard drive will randomly die again, so I also have this laptop permanently hooked up to an external hard drive that backs up the entire computer on a regular basis.

Oh, and among all of these other issues, a few weeks ago it randomly started making some very loud and concerning noises upon startup. They eventually die down though so I'm ignoring it.

TL;DR, my laptop is actively dying and is basically hooked up to permanent life support. I refuse to let it die, at least until I can afford a new computer.

I have a second low-spec laptop that was given to me a while ago for free because it basically didn't work- it was trying to run Windows 10 and literally took more than 45 minutes to boot up. That's not an exaggeration. When it did boot up, it ran so slowly that it was basically unusable. I couldn't even use it to check my email. So basically I was allowed to keep it if I could even get it to work in the first place, it was going to be thrown out otherwise.

I was able to revive it by wiping it and installing Linux (Lubuntu, a lightweight version of Ubuntu, to be specific) on it, and now it works perfectly fine. When I actually need a portable laptop for something I just use my Linux laptop instead.

When I finally get a proper PC I fully intend to wipe my Windows laptop and install Linux on it the exact same way, just to squeeze a few more years out of it if possible. I will not allow this thing to die on my watch.

(P.S. Before anyone asks, I use Stylus for my custom tumblr dashboard theme. I use the Old Tumblr Dashboard and Custom Background themes.)

[6feathered6siren6]

Gravity is often your enemy(V x Reader)

Notes: First, this was a poll from my last fic, and I'm doing another here. Anyway, fun fact the injury I wrote about? Yeah that happened to me. Was not fun to deal with. But heck, I can share it to the world now ig? Anyway, sorry for like the day late post, was playing the dlc. Anyway enjoy!

Trigger warnings

Injuries

Some self doubt

Slight cringe??

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You were always getting injured somehow, like to a drastic amount to another person. Paper cuts every other day, getting bruises on your legs and arms randomly, falling or losing balance easily, heck, even you started laughing when you get injured randomly. Break a bone, you laughed to the point your friends thought you were insane. But not only being accident prone, you also get into situations that would make some random anime character jealous. But to you, it was your life. 

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You and V have been dating for months now. Surprisingly, you haven’t gotten yourself injured too badly. Paper cuts, sure. Fall down a few steps, get a few bruises. But not enough to worry panic. At least in your opinion.

“I still worry, Love.” V said, his voice laced with worry, making you somehow feel bad. “I know you said that this is normal, but it still concerns me.”

You laughed softly into your mic, “I’m fine, promise. It takes more than a fall to take me out. You should know this by now.” 

You could hear his sigh, you always thought he was a worrywart. Like, each injury just means you are stronger than death. “One day you won’t be able to pick yourself up, and that worries me, Reader. Just be careful.” 

Your smile slowly left, leaving a bit of a frown. “I’ll be okay, and I’m fine. Look.” You got up from your chair and took a couple steps back, showing your body to the camera. Even twirl around to show that there are no injuries on you. “I’m fine!”

“Reader,” He sighed again. “With respect as your boyfriend, I can still worry about your health. I know you stated before about afflictions, and some of them sounded terrible.”

Getting back to your chair, “Well, I’m here and still alive. And if someth-ING” You placed your foot wrong and fell backwards with a yelp, and V heard your thud. 

“Reader! Are you okay?” V’s voice sounds even more concerned with seeing a fall from you. 

“I’m fine! I just attacked the floor! Nothing to worry about!” You yelled as you sat up. You were still off camera, but you can see the small smile he had sometimes.

“Fight backwards, Love?” You could hear the sarcasm from him, less of the concern but more of joy. Good, he doesn’t need to worry. 

“I am really talented, just watch me go!” You stood up and rubbed your back a bit before sitting in your chair.

He shook his head with a smile from your fall, “You still worry me, just try to be more careful.”

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You stretch as you get up from your nightly writing. Spring was setting in well, making the air smell like wet earth and spring waters. It was calming to you. Walking over to your window and shutting it. It was getting too cold for you. 

Wanting to warm up, you walked over to your kitchen to grab a warm drink, somehow missed placing your foot, you felt it go sideways when you stepped. And the pain.. kicked in. It was grueling and even then putting weight on it, using objects around you, you got onto a chair, with tears streaming down. You see the knot forming above your ankle, getting down the stairs was gonna be a problem, and the elevator was broken down. A month's wait for it to fix, and now you have to deal with what you hopefully assume is a sprained ankle. 

And right on cue, you hear the call ringtone from the server screaming loud, needing your attention. Either Ronin or V. So much could be done, but you still couldn’t put weight on your foot. Leaving a choice to you, going to your computer or getting help for your foot. Before placing your foot, you noticed the ringtone was gone. Then your phone started ringing, it laid near where you fell. But you could see the caller id. It was V. 

He was right about you somehow not being able to pick yourself up soon. You could still feel the tears streaming down from the pain. Taking in the cool air around you, you step on your good foot first then feel the pain become sharp. He was still calling. Taking another breath as you continued, it felt like you had to run a marathon to get your phone. Sitting on the ground. Seeing standing was not worth it or walking somewhere to sit. 

As you were about to answer, the call fell through, missing it. Taking a shaky breath, you felt your throat squeezing for air at times. Your hands shook as you pressed to call him. You heard it ring 3 times before he picked. 

“Oh, hey, Reader. I hope I didn’t interrupt your rest. I do know that you rarely sleep, but I saw you were online, so I was hoping that you are okay. And not in front of your screen, writing the night away.” He sounded so calm, not knowing what you needed at the moment.

“V.. V.. I need help.” Your voice shook as you spoke, you felt like you were gonna throw up and sob at the same time. You could feel the dread fill in. 

“Reader, are you home?” His voice changed from a sweet and calm voice to worry and concern. 

“Y- yeah… I am.” You could feel your foot go a bit numb. 

“I’m heading over now.” You could hear something thud from his line and his fast footsteps from his end. You could feel his panic. “Reader, what happened?”

You wanted to say it, but you know you’ll worry him, after all you did promise to be more careful. You felt like your throat closed up, furthering you not to speak. 

“Reader, I’m concerned that you are not speaking. I am a few blocks away from your location. What is going on?” 

Taking another cool, shaky breath, you still felt dread, and frightened. “I.. fell. I…” You felt the tears become heavy. “I just wanted something warm to drink…”

It was quiet from his end, other than his labored breathing from running. 

“I didn’t mean for this to happen. I promise.” You felt like he was disappointed in you. 

“I know, you didn’t. It’s how you go, everything is unplanned but works so well with you. It’s gonna be fine.” His footsteps from his end gets louder by the second. 

Now it's your turn to be quiet. You didn’t know what to say. Your foot was no longer in pain, but numb, some little pain but nothing bad. But you knew you still couldn’t step on it. 

“I’m here, I’m running up the stairs, do you have your door unlocked?”

“Yes, it’s unlocked.”

“I’ll be there soon.”

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You are now in the E.R. with V in the room, he ran/walked you to a hospital. Like, you even told him to grab an uber but he said he got it. You sat on the bed as you had to wait for the doctor. You already got the extras and the cheesy cartoon movies are playing in the background.  

“Any pain, Reader?” He looked worried still, but calm at the same time. You don’t know how he does it. 

“Again, I’m fine, it’s not the first time this has happened before. Spraining my ankle this bad, sure this is a first. But, truely, I’m fine.” 

From the clock it showed it was 1 am. V would be patrolling around, focusing on something else. 

“Were you… out patrolling?” You remember from the call, the thud sound. 

“I was, it was why I was close. There was someone nearby your place, and I was worried that he would get you.”

Your heart felt like it melted from his explanation. 

“I’m glad I was near though, if I wasn’t it would be longer until you got here.” 

You hold a soft, loving smile. The doctor knocked and entered.

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V had someone deliver a car to the hospital, rich people you guessed. You had crutches as you learned you not only sprained your ankle but broke a bone in your foot. Just your luck. 

Not even the doctor could explain when he saw it. But you wouldn’t be able to walk for a while, being stuck in crutches. And even more for your good luck, your elevator in your building is still down. 

“Reader. I hope you see my point, but… if you agree, I would rather have you at my place for a while. Just in case. I don’t have that many stairs like your building does. So, would you agree?” He catches a glimpse of you as he reaches a stop light. 

You did ponder, it would be better to be with him then staying at your place. And if anything did happen, V would be there. “Okay.” 

The light turned green as the male found your hand as he drove with the other hand. “I’m glad you agreed.” 

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You sat at his kitchen table as he chased some animals around, trying to make sure they were brushed. You were laughing at how chaotic the scene was. Domestic as well. You were healing okayish, the doc’s said it would heal longer due to some complications, but you were okay with it. Especially, if you could spend time with V. Though, he does make threats of wrapping you with bubble wrap(Idea for Misaki, of course.), after seeing how bad you get when you are left alone. You are still confused about how you got a bruise on your shoulder. But he does want you to be safer, even taking sharp objects after slicing your finger open when you were helping him cook. Let’s just say, you are banned from cooking until you are completely healed. 

V walked closer to you, placing his hand on your shoulder. A comfort that helps you. He had a soft smile, and you were glad you were accident prone. Maybe using this ability to see him more often, or to be at his place longer.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Here is the next options(they were tied last time so ig a redo?)

[kalianos]

It is a little past midnight. Have brainworms.

god I remember when windows 8 came out, immediately bought and installed it to troubleshoot Intuit Pro-Series. I was a chaotic force for good in some weird ways back then. Also Ironically working for Intuit was the first time I stopped hanging out in online spaces. ANYWAY!

Higher level techs were spreading the word that neither program would work on it. ProSeries and Lacerte (Corpo Tax Software) weren't built to handle Mobile Tablets. Day 1 of tax season that year and I had to walk a tax preparer installing pro-series on a windows tablet.

The Higher tech was confused as hell how I did it....apparently they couldn't understand how windows would just interpret the finger touch press as a mouse click. Now to right click, that was moon magic to me back then. Though I think they just wanted a mobile way to make tax sheets and input data then just slam it over to their desktop in the office/at home. You would be amazed how many people had this tax preparer software on their home computers. Hell I remember someone who had this expensive stuff and bought it every year just to do their own taxes and some of their friends.

Also obligatory, fuck Intuit. Never use Turbotax or H&R block to file what can be done for free. I gave away so much free stuff when I was in Turbotax even though I knew they were doing it on purpose to bait people to stay in their ecosystem before they "shut down" our ability to give out stuff for free. You can only word things in so many ways to avoid getting nabbed by the monitor police.

:V Call centers man, we had a department in one corner of this open office floor plan dedicated to monitoring us, recording our calls, and making notes on anything we did.

Randomly remembered this when someone was bringing up how Windows 11 wasn't the worst Windows OS and people were jumping on how Windows 8 was terrible and windows vista doesn't work on low powered systems. (Hey! Let's ship an OS that works best at minimum 2gb of ram! On systems that barely had 512mb! Because that was listed minimum spec. What Could Go Wrong?)

Double fun irony. That call center job was how I ended up making friends, learning more social skills, accidentally stealing someone else's girlfriend by being more outgoing and out there. Discovering the joy of dating someone who used to be a runway model and artist in new york who was more than a little obsessed with sucking dick. Older women man...definitely confirmed.

The downsides of having said person be your girlfriend when you are an immature little shit of a man and there was a good....seven year gap I think in our ages? Then again she was on Instagram constantly after me with a new guy on her shoulder every month after that...so minor gold star for being the longest relationship?

AAaaaaaaaaand figuring out the age old problem of "YOU SHOULD NEVER ROOM WITH SOMEONE YOU WERE FRIENDS WITH IN HIGH SCHOOL" due to the whole....situation that made my last year of freedom a descent into hell and depression that took almost a year and a half to escape. You know like, you friend is leaving the military...that he asked you to join up with him in....and you get dumped out leading to two year depression spiral where you took a call center job out of desperation to do SOMETHING with your life before you wasted away into a worthless pile of shit.

ONLY for him to show back up, joining the National Guard, and after apartment hunting for less than a week shooting down all your suggestions and saying we need to get this luxury 2 bedroom apartment that just opened up in this brand new apartment complex which..pricey, and doesn't include utilities. :D WHAT COULD GO WRONG!? Hey turns out....food costs money.

Walking in from work one day planning on changing to go out with friends to a bar only to walk into a big fat shirtless old guy sitting on your couch. Having to shoo said friends away from the door from the master bedroom. Only to find out hours later that it was your roomate/bestfriends dad who was now...crashing on your couch for a while?

Also not paying the bills. Getting a GI Bill to go to a mildly scammy tech school to learn HVAC and then...not...doing that....and basically flat out not getting a job. I can not stress how pissed off and stressed out I was for an entire year straight. My natural light brown/blonde streak in my hair got a few white hairs in it from that experience.

Though I am not going to lie it was a wonderful experience. KNOWING that yet again...as I was paying for half the rent, the electric, the internet, I THINK there was a gas bill as well? $100 easy a month on electric in 2012 was kinda hell for my area but oh well. KNOWING that he came to me saying he couldn't pay the water bill. So I needed to cover it. And me pulling a Luane from King of the Hill moment. I paid my fair share, I can live without water for a bit. (I was already having to drive to my parents house every week to do laundry sooooo....yeah we didn't have a washer and dryer for most of the year.)

THE HILARIOUS THRILL OF JOY I FELT WHEN I LEARNED ON MY DAY OFF AS MY ROOMMATE COMES IN HALF COVERED IN SOAP FROM HIS SHOWER TO TELL ME THE WATER WAS SHUT OFF! AHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Schadenfreude. Justified.

The amount of times I had to cover all the bills and the Rent...sometimes completely in a 12 month lease was hellish.

So hellish I somehow managed my money to not go into debt back then. Instead I almost to the Penny Zero'd out myself. Including renting the Uhaul to transport my stuff back into my parents house.

OH and him running to the office to grab the deposit money and just leaving with it to buy an engagement ring. That also sucked. Not like I didn't know where a lot of the money was dissapearing to. When you hear stories from friends about him going to a certain fake Australian restaurant and tipping the waitress personally over $100....in 2012. And constantly making us go back to that restaurant to specifically get her and tip her more money.

.....ah memories. Oh yeah and I got invited to a threesome around that time. Probably should have said yes since I knew them but oh well.

And to think I wondered when I was half my age if I would even survive up today. All the things I would have missed out on experiencing. Never was suicidal. Just genuine curiosity in some morbid fashion if I would someone how just be able to live as my crazy stunted self.

....We own a mower now. We have to fix a few more things on it and the tires definitely need to be replaced but it mows better. And now my girlfriend doesn't need to drive her parent's mower down the highway just so we can cut the lawn. It was worth it for piece of mind.

A handful of people I went to school with have apparently tried to reach out to me a few times. At least one of them died a month after doing so. Never opened that message to find out what they said and that was about a decade ago now. We didn't interact much but I am pretty sure he just thought I was annoying dumbass. Wonder if I should completely erase that.

Think I'll title this brainworms or something. I kinda just let my fingers typed whatever came to mind. This was fun.

:V May you not be bored to death if for some reason you read this. I should add a cut not to take up space. Yis yis.

[blueink01]

Ch. 3: The Murder Family

Warning: Curseing & Mentions of Sex.

Third POV-

a new day and new arrivals. Taking place in the I.M.P building, inside the main a The knocked on the door is heard as a voice came from the others

"Ah.. Here she is now!! Our lovely..Yn!" The voice seemed sweet as anOverlord opened the door and walked in.

"Blitz. It's ready.." Yn sat on the desk on Blitzo as she showed him an iPad.

"What the hell is that?" A taller imp asked, she seemed to be a sinner.

Yn looked up at the imp, "Who the hell is this?" She asked. The sinner's face turn red a bit rather from anger or... lust?

"Ah.. Yn. this is our latest client, Mrs. Mayberry.." Blitzo gestured to Mrs. Mayberry with a sly smile, "And this is Yn...she's...special to the I.M.P company. She's the top boss of this company and everything that has ever happened to a creature of Hell!" Blitzo stood up, smiled, hugging Yn and pulling her into his lap.

"Ah. It is nice to meet you, Mrs. Mayberry.." Yn muttered out, even through she is tired she haves a look that can easily be mistaken as a tease expression, this made Mrs. Mayberry tensed up for some reason, "It's nice to meet you too." She avoided eye contact as she grumbled annoyed. Blitzo smiled and nuzzled his face into Yn's neck.

"Now...Show me the fucking video so we could fucking kill some bitch!" Blitzo's face raised up, showing quite the evil smirk.

"Yes Sir.." Yn leaned on Blitzo as she lifted up the iPad so that both could see.

Play Video-

"I was a good person, before it all went down. I was good my entire life." Mrs. Mayberry begins to tell us her story.

A shot of a red school house. Birds fly in the background. 'Learning is fun' is written on the side of the building. There are trees and a playground. A bell on the roof rings. Mrs. Mayberry opens the classroom curtains, revealing two birds singing on a tree branch. Inside the classroom, Mrs. Mayberry writes 'Good morning!' on the blackboard.

"Good morning!" Mrs. Mayberry twirls around and catches her piece of chalk, "I hope you all did your homework!" She smiled brightly.

Several smiling students nod in a dance at their desks. A brown-haired boy wearing a dunce cap spins on a stool and faces the wall. Music starts playing randomly.

Play Song:

The class sings 'la la la' while Mrs. Mayberry faces the board. She drags her piece of chalk in a line on the board, the piece almost gone. Her face is beaded with sweat and her eye twitches.

Mrs. Mayberry faces the class, "Oh my stars! Stop singing, children! Hush up, now!" She snaps politely.

The class falls silent.

"I forgot it's my husband's birthday! I didn't get him anything special!" She seemed stressed as a little girl came up to her, she wore a Pink dress so let's call her Pinkie.

"Maybe if we call him, we could do a happy birthday surprise!" Pinkie smiled happily, holding her teacher's hand.

An unused condom hits the screen and accepts the video call as Mrs. Mayberry's face appears from the other, while the sound of a squeaking bed is heard. Back in the classroom, her face turns red in anger and then shock as she stares in bewilderment. The children stand behind her with concerned, fearful looks. Her face blank and in shadow, Mrs. Mayberry stands up and walks away.

"Wait! Mrs. Mayberry!" Pinkie grabs hold of Mrs. Mayberry's arm, "Remember what you taught us? Think before you act..."

Mrs. Mayberry grabs hold of the girl's neck and tosses her through the roof. She walks out the door.

The children scurry to the window to see Mrs. Mayberry drive through a white picket fence in her green car. The children head back to the computer to watch.

Jarold could be heard offscreen, "Okay..." He notices Mrs. Mayberry, "Oh, sh*t! Sweetie, what are you doing here?" He questioned, shocked.

"Shut Up, Jarold!" Mrs. Mayberry yelled. A woman's screams as gunshots rang out.

"You scream like a b*tch!" Mrs. Mayberry yelled still. Dunce boy cowers in his seat as the sound of a chainsaw is heard. Blood splatters against the computer screen as the children stare in horror.

"Oh. My God...What have you done...? Sh...She had a family?!" Jarod yelled offscreen.

Mrs. Mayberry sobbed, "We could have had a family!" She cried offscreen. Gunshots are heard and several children look away in disgust. Mrs. Mayberry wipes away the blood from the screen. She looks frazzled at her students.

"Oh, dear God. What have I done..? In front of you all!" Mrs. Mayberry sobbed, "I'm so sorry, my children! Don't forget to work on your times tables!" She cried.

Another gunshot is heard and the children faint on the floor one by one.

Blitzo and Yn stared at each other before looking at Mrs. Mayberry. Blitzo still held Yn close.

"After one measly massacre propelled by blind rage...So, that's why I'm here..." She crossed her arms, throwing a cigarette in a trashcan.

"To what, Mrs. Mayberry?" Yn questioned, hearing a ding, as she pulled out her phone, staring at it.

Mrs. Mayberry gritted her teeth, "To get my f**king revenge!" She growled.

"Feisty." Blitzo muttered for Yn, only to hear as the one laughed, "But uh. was she hotter?" Blitzo questioned. Mrs. Mayberry glares at Blitzo with an incredulous look on her face.

"I'm just saying, I had a hard time understanding the unprompted melodrama you just spat at me, t*ts." Blitzo said. Mrs. Mayberry seethes in anger, her aura glowing red. Yn stares up at her with a small sigh.

"Anywayyyy, I don't think you quite understand how we're operating down here" Blitzo looked at her and Mrs. Mayberry glares at him, "See, we take revenge out on the living, and it sounds like the core cast of your sitcom of death.." He smirked. Mrs. Mayberry clenches her fist. Her red aura glows again.

"frankly are all probably down here in Hell with you..." Yn watched the blank screen of her phone.

"Boop!" Blitzo boops her on the nose. Mrs. Mayberry clenches her claws, "Not... all of them... That whore survived..." She hissed, "Now, they all call her a hero.."

On Earth-

The camera zooms up to a hospital bed with a bandaged blonde woman recovering. The room is filled with colorful bouquets of flowers. The woman's children and husband are by her bedside.

"How does it feel to have survived such a crazy bitch?" A female reporter questioned.

"I just hope that sick woman finally found peace.." She gave a 'sweet' smile.

"'You are so brave! Here's two million dollars!" The reporter smiled happily as she handed the check to her, a golden check. The woman smiled gratefully, "Ohhh! Thank you!" She seemed fake.

Cameras flash as Martha smiles at her husband. Martha stands with her husband Ralphie and their two children in front of a house by a lake, surrounded by a picket fence.

"Between the talk shows and the donation bullshit, she made so much goddamn cash... getting shot was the best thing to happen to her!"

Scene cuts to Martha standing at a podium with 'VNN' on it. A news reporter holds out a microphone among several other microphones.

"You're a hero!" A reporter smiled.

Martha is then seen jogging with a dark-skinned woman with blonde hair.

"You're a hero, girl" A jogger said running by.

In a grocery store, a boy wearing a beaver-skin cap talks with a cashier named Brook.

"My mama's a hero!" Martha's son smiled happily.

"She is a hero!" Brook smiled.

Ralphie and Martha have sex in a bedroom and he grunts in pleasure.

"You're a hero!" Her husband grunts.

An old priest is seen with his hands folded in prayer by church doors. Martha stands next to him with her hands folded.

"You're a herooo!" The Priest prayed.

Martha is then seen standing at the front of Mrs. Mayberry's old classroom. Another teacher introduces Martha to the class. 'How to deal with trauma 101' is written on the board.

"'You're a hero!" The class smiled and cheered.

Martha smiles as she is given anal sex from another man.

"You're a hero!" The man grunts.

Back in Hell-

Mrs. Mayberry's purple fists create cracks on Blitzo's desk as she smashes down on it.

"SHE IS NOT A HERO00000!" Mrs. Mayberry shouts, her voice echoing. She leans in close to Blitzo's face, her face red with anger.

Blitzo held Yn, terrified while Yn seemingly surprised by the outburst, "Mm-hmm. Yeah! Okay, yeah, my thoughts exactly.." He cuddled Yn close.

Blitzo rapidly presses a red button from underneath his desk. A red light flashes by a label reading 'Deranged client.' The other labels read 'More coffee, 'Soiled my pants,' 'Horny client, 'Horny Blitzo,' 'Client giving birth, 'Ghost,' 'Lovely,' and 'Stolas.'

Outside the office Moxxie, who is holding a black and red crossbow in his hands. In front of him is a picture of a smiling family: a father, a mother, a baby and two children. His arms are shaking as the pointer hovers around the man's crotch area.

"Moxxie, stop shakin'! You're gonna shoot our only hellhound!" Millie, Moxxie's Wife, pointed to their hellhound, Loona.

Loona lies on a gray couch and holds up the family picture in one hand and her phone in the other. On the wall are drawings of Blitzo in a horse shape and a drawing of Robo Fizz with an arrow sticking out from it.

"Wow. I feel soooo loved here..." Loona said sarcastically, scrolling on her phone and eating a snack provided to her.

"Just take a deep breath..." Millie inhales, "and let it out!" She smiled.

"But... It's a family! Under what circumstances would we ever need to kill a human family?" Moxxie sighed softly, looking at his wife.

"I mean, if that's what the client wants.." Millie shrugged.

"Maybe like a shitty dad, or a mob family.." Moxxie suddenly starts speaking with a stereotypical Italian accent, "That's understandable." He goes back to speaking normally, "But to eradicate an entire innocent, seemingly, in this instance, upper middle class family bloodline?" He sighed softly.

Loona looks at the picture as she thinks for a moment.

"Hey! You don't know they're innocent!" She points to the boy, "This kid probably sets dogs on fire..." She points to the girl, "maybe this girl gets off to bullying Australian kids online..." Loona points to the father, " and this guy... This guy definitely watches..." Loona sneered.

"Exactly! Humans are full of secret nasties... It's why so many of them end up here!!" Millie pointed out.

"But..." Moxxie was interrupted by Millie.

"Guilty and innocent aren't our business, Mox." She cups Moxxie's cheeks as she shakes them, "Killin' who were paid to is our business. Shoot the target..." She kissed him softly as she backed up.

Moxxie aims his crossbow.

"I just think it's a bit excessive, and we could be a bit more selective, is all..." Moxxie sighed as he got ready to fire the arrow.

Blitzo barges into the room followed by Mrs. Mayberry and Yn.

"Guys! I want you to meet..." Blitzo loudly shouted.

A startled Moxxie accidentally fires his arrow and it ricochets around the room. Millie jumps into Moxxie's arms as the arrow hits a computer. The arrow then flies and creates a hole in the family picture that a stunned Loona is holding. The arrow hits the bottom of a tank with eels and the tank starts to wobble dangerously. The arrow flies toward Yn, but Blitzo catches it with one hand.

"...Our newest client..." Blitzo gritted his teeth at Moxxie.

Moxxie quickly rushed up to Yn and apologized. Millie came up to Yn just to make sure she's okay.

"You alright, Sweetheart?" Millie asked sofi.

"Yea" Yn blinked, "I’m fine." She shrugged.

"Thank the fires below.." Millie sighed as she placed her hand over, wherever her heart was meant to be.

"Yn.. I'm so sorry!!" Moxxie apologized once again, "You sure you're okay, right?.. No scratch?" Moxxie looked around Yn.

"I'm fine, really." She assure Moxxie. The eel tank falls down. Glass and water spill on the floor. The eels fall out and burst into electricity, setting the room on fire.

"Damn it, Moxxie! I just bought those eels!" Blitzo yelled as he kept Yn away from the electrified waters.

Outside the building, imp firefighters carry the eels away and head into a red fire truck. Mrs. Mayberry drives off in a yellow taxi cab as Blitzo waves goodbye.

"Byyyyye! And, don't worry, we'll get that skank in less than twenty-four hours or your first kill is freee!" He smiled forcefully, as he held Yn close to him.

Blitzo waves as the car drives away.

"When did we start implementing that deal?" Moxxie asked.

Blitzo turns with a glare to Moxxie, "When you set fire to my office in front of a CLIENT, YOU FUCKIN' DICK SHIT!!" Blitzo yelled.

Blitzo grabs Moxie's face and pushes him away, "Now, someone PLEASE tell me that fancy book is still intact!" He looked at the four.

A nearby billboard with Blitzo's face on it reads with misspellings: 'Goat an asshole in the living worlds!? Come to I Am Pee!!??! Make sure you put this sign up on the rite side. Don't fuck this up. Also payment may take a couple of weeks because it cums in the mail. Speech to text- -Blitzo-'. Loona types on her phone.

"You mean... our only ticket to the other side?"

Loona pulls out the grimoire, "Yeah. Got it..." She handed it to Yn.

"Thank god... I can't even begin to think what Stolas would have asked me to do to repay.." Yn sighed in relief.

"And that's why you're one of my favorites, Loonie.." Blitzo used baby talk voice, "You get a tweat, now!" He smiled as he held up a dog biscuit to her.

"Ew. Stop." She pushed it away.

Blitzo throws the treat into the air and catches it with his tongue, like a frog. He pulls it into his mouth and chews.

"You're so gross!" Loona looks like she's gonna hurl.

Millie draws a pentagram with chalk on the wall. It glows red and creates a portal to the human world.

"Awwww, stop it..I got enough of that from my therapist!" Blitzo smiled happily.

Loona rolls her eyes and leaves. Blitzo puts his hand on Moxie's face, who struggles to walk to Millie.

"Now, let's go lick some ass!" Blitzo smirked, pulling Yn closer to him.

"The expression is 'kick some ass... Blitzo..." Millie snaps her fingers at Blitzo as she walks through the portal.

"Mine's better!" Blitzo smiled as he walked through the portal, holding Yn close.

"No It's not." Yn said.

Moxxie sighed, "Aww, fuuuck..." He followed.

Moxxie walks through the portal. All four imps stand in front of a small red house by the lake as the sun sets. Blitzo and Moxxie lean against the side of the house, rising from bushes. Blitzo stands up and peers into the window.

"That's gotta be her.." Blitzo chuckles darkly, "This is too easy. Moxxie, do you want this one?" He faced Moxxie.

Moxxie looks pleasantly surprised, "Me?" He questioned.

"Yeaaaah, this one's simple enough for you to handle!" He crossed his arms.

Moxxie stands up and peers through the window. His face falls as he looks at the family having dinner.

"It's just a happy mother who just got out of the hospital.." Yn stated, sitting on the ground near Millie.

Martha and Ralphie, Martha's husband, affectionately rub each other's noses. Martha holds a dinner platter in her hand. Moxxie hesitates at the window.

"You snooze, you lose, Mox!" Blitzo throws the gun at Yn who catches the shotgun with ease.

Martha's face is seen in a reflector, her doe eyes wide and blinking innocently.

"Aaaand I've got ya, bitch.." Yn's eyes narrow at Martha, her eyes light up with a sudden sparkle.

"Wait... Are we actually killing a family?!" Moxxie looks shocked at Blitzo.

"No, don't be a puss...We're just killing a mother." Blitzo smirked, leaning near Yn,

"'You've got this, Lovely!" He cheered. Yn positions her rifle.

Blitzo glanced at Moxxie, "And we're ruining a family!" He smiled evilly as the rifle clicked.

"But... Ho. Hold on, hold on! Let's just think about it." Moxxie seemed worried.

Moxxie lifts up Yn's gun as she fires. The bullet hits a glass mirror inside the house. All four family members gasp in fear.

"What was that, Ralphie?" Martha asked worriedly.

Ralphie shakes his head, "I dunno, Martha! But, whatever it is..." He grins evilly as he stands up holding a rifle in his hands, "they're gonna be tomorrow night's dinner!" He grinned evilly still.

Martha sets the platter on the table and pulls out another rifle. She drinks a glass of wine and smashes it onto the floor.

"Alright, kids! Guns out!" Martha yelled.

The boy pulls out a small gun from his beaver-skin hat. The girl pulls out another rifle. All of them have evil grins of sharp teeth.

"Looks like we got some rabbits to catch, young'uns!" Ralphie chuckles darkly.

The scene cuts back to Blitzo and Moxxie.

Blitzo was fuming in anger, "What the fuck was that, Moxxie?!" He yelled.

Moxxie wheezes anxiously, eye twitching. He lets out a croak with his snake-like tongue out. He then falls to his knees, hands over his face.

"I'm sorry. They just seemed so wholesome and happy." Tears fall from Moxxie's eyes as he takes more breaths, "I panicked!" He cried loudly.

Blitzo facepalms, "Oh, who the fuck is innocent, Moxxie?! From the moment of birth, you're already a parasite leeching off your momma's tits!" Blitzo leans in and pokes Moxxie's head, "Get the FUCK over yourself, you baby dick prune!" He yelled loudly.

A blast shoots through the wall and hits Blitzo in the arm, black blood flying out.

"AAAAH! A new hole!" "SCATTER!" Blitzo and Yn screamed.

Blitzo, Millie, and Yn flee the scene and Moxxie hides in the bushes. Another hole appears and part of the wall explodes. Ralphie and Martha grin and leap through the large hole with guns drawn. Yn jumps onto the roof and then from the roof she jumps into the trees. Moxxie peers out from the bushes and rapidly looks around. A child's hand grabs Moxxie by his tail and he yelps. Ralphie fires at Millie who flips backwards and dives into the lake.

"'Where'd you go, little critter?! Y'all can't hide long from me!" Ralphie questioned.

Millie is seen with her head above the water under the dock. A knife is in her mouth. Millie breaks through the dock and lands on it, with her knife and a grin. Ralphie swings a glass bottle and Millie runs behind him out of the way. Millie jumps up in the air, knife in both hands. Ralphie swings his bottle upwards, knocking Millie in the head. She cries out and falls to the ground. She struggles to stand, but collapses onto the dock. Her eyes twitch. Ralphie smiles evilly down at her as the cloudy sky spirals red.

Moxxie opens his eyes and gasps with a squeak to find himself tied to a stitched up dead body in a chair. Moxxie's face falls in fear as he looks at the girl and boy. Both their eyes are red and devious sharp grins form on their faces. Moxxie tries to defuse the situation.

"Oh! Well, hello there, little ones. Aren't you cute?" Moxxie smiled.

Both kids speak in low creepy tones, the boy finishing seconds after the girl, speaking instantly after Moxxie.

"It's nice to have a new critter to play with..." They smiled creepily.

Moxxie glances up in fear at a red light above him. The light reveals a human head high up and several limbs on plaques. The wooden walls are stained with red blood. Two plaques hold stitched up faces of skin. A larger plaque displays a dead man with long white hair, arms crossed, eyes and teeth bulging out. His upper chest is connected to the plaque. A picture frame made of bones reveals another face made of skin inside it. Human skin is tacked to the wall with 'Bless this mess' stitched onto it. Moxxie looks and sees a dead human body on a platter in front of him, an apple in the human's mouth. Organs are in a nearby bowl.

"Ohhhhh... crumbs..." He looked terrified. He suddenly hears a loud thud on the roof of the building followed by a low growl.

"Yn..."

four gunshots ring out in the woods. Blitzo dashes through a bush. Martha's evil laughter follows as Blitzo runs through the forest. She slides down a hill and catches her breath at the bottom.

"I know you're hurtin', little devil." Blitz takes deep breaths as she leans against a tree. Her eyes go wide as she covers her mouth. A silhouette of Martha is shown walking through the woods.

Martha, in the same voice, "I promise that I can make that pain go real quick! Just come let Mama Martha put a bullet in your pretty little skull!" She laughed.

Blitzo sighs in relief before his phone lets out a yelling ringtone. Blitzo pulls out the yellow cell phone and it flips through the air. The phone has 'GFY' written on it with a laughing devil emoji on it.

"Dammit!" Blitzo grumbled.

"Stolas! This is a really bad time." Blitzo tries to grab hold of the phone eventually doing so, then she holds it to his ear

At Stolas palace, Stolas is shown relaxing in a bathtub. There are candles with blue flames around the tub. The floor has glowing astrological symbols on it. The curtains look like the starry night sky. Glowing constellations float around the room. Stolas holds an old rotary phone to his ear, in the shape of sunflowers.

"Mmmmm, when isn't it a bad time, Blitzy?"

"What is it?!" Blitzo's angry face appears in a bubble.

Stolas leaned back, "I've been meaning to follow up on you, Blizy, and my little conversation regarding my grimoire..?" He smiled.

"What did you just call me?!" Stolas pops the bubble with his finger.

"My book, Blitzy.. The book I was given to do my job? That I have allowed you and dear Nn to use to do yours.?" Stolas smirked.

Blitzo looks scared as a rifle clicks. A bullet flies through the tree where Blitzo was moments before. A shadow of Martha with red eyes and mouth appears through the hole.

"I can HEAR you, darlin'!" Martha yelled.

"Shhhit!" Blitzo hissed.

"Anywhooo, I have been thinking... You know, I have been... permitting you to access the mortal realm less than... legally for quite some time now, but I do need it back to fulfill my duties. I was thinking, what if we worked out some kind of exchange? Favors for favors?" Stolas sits up, twirling the cord in his hand.

Stolas runs his finger on the edge of the tub. He makes walking motions with his fingers as they begin to glow red. Scene cuts back to Blitzo and running through the woods. A bullet hits a tree and Blitzo ducks behind another one.

"Doesn't that sound..." Stolas suddenly speaks in a seductive voice, "...enticing?" Stolas smirked.

"You gotta stop using your fancy ass rich people talk, okay? I'm trying to concentrate on not getting fucked in my A!" Blitzo yelled as a bullet hit the tree that he was hiding behind.

"Then, let me keep it simple: Once a month, on the full moon, you and Yn return the book to me, followed by a night of..." Stolas' eyes glow red and he lowers himself into the water with a lustful look, "paaassionate fornication~." Stolas leans slightly over the edge, "Aaand you get to keep it all the rest of the time, hmm? Sounds fair, my little Imp?" Stolas smirked.

"Fine! Whatever!" Blitzo grumbled.

"Ohhh, Blitzo! I'm so excited! I cannot wait to feel your slimy **** inside of my **** ...To **** the.." Stolas spoke through the phone. Blitzo cringes and closes his eyes as Stolas rambles on about his lust for Blitzo and Yn.

Blitzo drops his phone as he is pinned to the tree by the butt of Martha's gun. Stolas continues talking on the phone through censored bleeps.

"Gotcha! So, you're a little devil, huh?...Come to drag me and my kin to Hell? Well... NOT TODAY, SATAN!" Martha presses the gun harder into Blitzo, "Gonna send y'all back where ya came from!" Martha smiled evilly.

Moxxie, who struggles to free hinself from the rope, his hands tied behind his back. He looks up and gasps as he sees fires being lit from outside. A hangman's noose hangs from the wall

"Millie!" Moxxie seemed worried as he looked down. Both kids stare at Moxxie with wide evil grins. Moxxie grunts and struggles again. He notices the girl pull out a sharp knife.

Suddenly Yn bursts through the roof and crashes onto the floor, she looks up at the kids with completely black eyes, her mouth has widened into a disturbing smile with sharp teeth.

The kids try to attack Yn but she grabs the boy and breaks his arm. The boy screams in pain and the girl charges at Yn who grabs her throat and she starts to slowly squeeze.

"Yn, stop!" Moxxie shouted.

"What? Why should I? These little brats tried to hurt you!" Yn argued back, she really wanted to kill these brats.

"Please." He gives Yn puppy dog eyes, Yn sighs and throws the girl into a corner.

She walks over to Moxxie her face returning to normal and frees him. A silhouette of Yn and Moxxie appears as they break through the window, Moxxie holding her gun. A "Live, Laugh, Love," sign hangs from inside the room. He and Yn races outside through the forest, where red symbols hang from tree branches. There are torches in rows and tents. A full moon appears in the sky.

The camera pans down to reveal Millie and Blitzo tied to a stake decorated with spikes at the top. Ralphie laughs as he pours gasoline on the ground under their feet. Nearby, a grinning Martha holds a torch in her left hand.

"Lovely had that fucking shot...God dammit, Moxxie!" Blitzo sighed.

Martha wears skull earrings, jeans and a low-cut shirt with polka dots. Her eyes are red and her hair is thick and blonde.

"Satan! We return your FILTHY creatures back to the pits of Hell!" Martha raises her torch as Blitzo and Millie struggle to free themselves, "May the root of evil remain honored as we continue thy WORK!" Martha grunts as she tosses the torch to the ground, where it lands under Blitzo and Millie.

Evil laughter follows. The flames rise up around Blitzo and Millie, but they remain unharmed.

"Yeah, that's not exactly how it works, lady. Sorry, your fire doesn't really hurt us, but, I mean, I could fake it if that'll get your dick hard..." Blitzo smirked and chuckled.

Martha stares confused, "Oh. Shit." Martha rolls her eyes, "Well... I'll just shoot you in your smart-ass mouth!" She grins and pulls out her rifle.

"That would be more effective..." Blitzo stated.

"Blitz!" Millie seemed shocked.

Martha laughs evilly again as she aims her rifle at the imps. Both imps close their eyes and flinch. Martha then yelps as a gunshot is heard. Martha's eye flies from her socket and she collapses to the ground. Moxxie is shown holding his gun while Yn stands next to him.

"Moxxie! Sweetheart!" Millie smiled happily.

Yn and Moxxie runs over, Yn kicking Martha's body to the side and untie the rope, freeing Blitzo and Millie.

"You're not gettin' your goddamn paycheck for this one, Mox!" Blitzo falls down but Yn grabs and holds him in her arms. Moxxie and Millie smile at each other and embrace.

They both move their heads. Ralph trips backwards on Martha's body before fleeing the scene. Blitzo smiles at Yn.

"Should we make out?" Yn sighs and drops Blitzo onto the ground.

"Oh, yeah, thanks! I'm fine!" Blitzo sarcastically says.

"I'm sorry, sir. I compromised our objective and put us in harm's way. It won't happen again. I promise" Blitzo pulls Moxxie into a hug.

"Apology accepted..." Blitzo then speaks in a low voice, "But, if you ever pull a stunt like this agaaaaain..affecting lovely, causing her harm.. I will fuck you while Yn fucks your wife..." Blitzo lets go as Moxxie looks fearfully.

Millie raises her arms in a cheer.

"Alrighty! Job well done! Now let's get off..." Blitzo pulls a gray and black horse toy from his chest.

"Finally, I'm just done with this family." Yn said. Blitzo puts it back and retrieves his cell phone.

"Ehhhh, yeah. Give me a moment. I need to get something I left at the house." Moxxie smiled softly.

"Okay, fine. But, hurry up.." Blitzo speaks loudly into the phone, "Loonaaaa! We're ready to come home, dear!" Blitzo smiled, as Millie talked to Yn.

Moxxie starts running through the woods with a determined look on his face. "***** use while you and I and Yn are ***** jelly sandwiches all night.." Stolas has continued to race over the phone about his plans for Blitzo and Yn.

The two kids were being lifted into their father's arms in the corner of the house. Moxxie points his rifle at them. The girl and boy look scared and the girl has a teddy bear with her.

"Don't move!" Moxxie demanded.

Ralphie chuckles, "What are you gonna do little guy? Kill us?" He smirked.

"I should! You people are monsters! But... you should have a chance at a life and a purpose. Look at your children. They have their whole future ahead of them! You are going to face your crimes justly!" Moxxie picks up the remote, "I will call your earthly authorities, and they will make sure you are dealt with fairly. I'm handling this... my way.." Moxxie presses a button and the television turns on.

Moxxie looks surprised and glances behind him, "Oh, shit." Moxxie glances at the TV remote, the buttons looking like eyes and a face, "Uh... do you, uh... Do you have a phone to summon 911?" He asked. Ralphie motions his thumb behind him, "Yeah, it's in the kitchen..." He stated.

"Then... what is this for?" Moxxie questioned.

"It's a universal remote. Got it for the kids!" Ralphie hugs them as Moxxie smiles, eyes shining.

"Awwwww..." Moxxie smiled sweetly.

The scene switches to Moxie arriving at the portal with Blitzo and Moxxie at night.

"There he is!" Blitzo slung his arm around Yn, "Have a good wank-off session, Moxxie?" He smirked.

"Excuse me?" Moxxie blinked, confused.

"Look, I don't care where you cum in the living world. Just come to your job on time, alright?" Blitzo pokes Moxxie several times for emphasis, "See you at the office!" Blitzo goes through the portal and drags Yn with him.

Millie places her hand on Moxxie's cheek, "Y'ou doing okay, sweetie?" Millie asked.

"Better now, honey. I think I just needed a minute to process." Moxxie smiled sweetly.

Millie touches Moxxie's chest, "You have a goooood heart, honey.." Millie smiled.

Millie playfully pinches Moxxie's nose, "Just a fuzzy head!" Millie kisses Moxxie and Moxxie smiles lovingly.

Millie walks through the portal. Moxxie turns around and notices two police cars and a helicopter outside the house.

"'We got em', boys!" A loudspeaker voiced.

A helicopter fires a missile through the roof and the house explodes in a massive inferno. Something hits Moxxie in the head. He looks down to see what is left of the teddy bear head. He looks stunned as Blitzo grabs his neck and pulls him through the portal.

The final scene cuts to Mayberry and the imps celebrating their victory. A white banner reads 'killed the bitch' in red letters. Loona and Mrs. Mayberry are holding pieces of cake on their plates. 'We did it! :' is written on the cake in light blue icing. Blitzo has his arm in a sling.

Everyone is wearing party hats. Everyone laughs and cheers except Moxxie, who sits with a distressed look on his face.

"Ahhh, did you see my little Mox-Mox?!" Millie smiled excitedly.

"Yaaay!" Mrs. Mayberry cheered.

"Ohhhh, yeah!" Blitzo smirked.

"Yay." Yn smiled softly and cheered.

Millie hugged Moxxie, "We did it! Oh, Moxxie!" She cheered.

"Well, here's to another mission accomplished! And Moxxie finally learned not to fuck up..." Blitzo cuddled Yn close.

Millie rubs Moxxie's head, "And killin' people isn't that big of a deal if they try to kill you back!" Millie smiled sweetly.

"That's messed up. But, I paid for it!" Mrs.

Mayberry laughed.

Everyone except Moxxie and Yn laughed. Blitzo raises a fist.

"Yeah, fuck that family!" Blitzo laughed as he held Yn close, "Right, Lovely?" He smirked.

"Mhm.." Yn nodded as she leaned on Blitzo's chest and finally went to sleep. Mrs. Mayberry keeps eyeing Yn looking her up and down with a hidden blush.

Time Skip-

It's late and everyone went home for the day, Blitzo is seen laying down next to Yn who is sleeping peacefully. He raps on arm around her waist with his tail rap itself on her thigh holding her close, Blitzo smiled softly, laid his head on Yn's, 'I promise...I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe.. Lovely' Blitzo smiled lovingly.

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[lyriumrain]

I believe I've complained about it here before, but for anyone who didn't know i've had a non-functioning PC for a few months. The whole system would seize up "randomly" (quotes because it wasn't random, but it felt like it because I didn't know why), and it would require a manual shut down (aka holding down the power button until it dies). Anyway one of my roommates thought it was the power supply, so I got a new power supply and nothing changed. So he tried one of those programs that do various stress tests, and we found it would seize as soon as the CPU was stressed.

And a new CPU means a new motherboard which I can't afford rn, so my roommate decided to upgrade his PC and donate his old motherboard to me. Which is great, and now my computer turns on and stays on... buuuut now it's not detecting my hard drive 🙃 not even in BIOS

It can detect the SSD chip that windows runs on, but not the SATA hard drive. My roommate can't figure it out (and he's had multiple issues with upgrading his PC and is rather stressed about it so I've decided to not bother him till he has his PC running again). So, given he couldn't find what was wrong I thought the drive was dead. So I got a new one. That made no difference, so the problem is obviously not with the hard drive. Which makes sense because it was working fine with the old motherboard, but is also very frustrating because I can't tell what's different about THIS motherboard/PSU that's making this happen.

I'm just so tired of this bloody thing not working. The initial problem has been fixed, but now something that never was an issue suddenly is.

[nianeyna]

one of the reasons I switched to linux is that every few months windows 10 will randomly refuse to let me use my computer after I turn it on until I have played a little minigame the objective of which is "don't install onedrive or office or link my computer with my phone"

also frequently when I "shut down" my pc it restarts instead. this one I really don't get. if I wanted to restart my computer there is a separate option for that which I would have clicked on instead of clicking on "Shut Down"

also I strongly believe my operating system should not be serving me ads

getting new technology feels more infuriating every year. got a new computer for the first time in 8 years and everything about windows 11 and how it handles onedrive is driving me up the wall

[rapidrepairservice]

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[multistanisms]

So my computer has finally reached the point where even though the internal keyboard is off, the stuck key will randomly activate every few seconds...which makes typing on my computer a horrendously aggravating task. As a final attempt to salvage my ability to use my computer, I pulled the stuck key out, even the little button piece that makes it type. Much to my dismay, it did not help. So I gave up. I tried to shut my computer off but the stuck key refused to let me do it normal so I had to use the reboot of death method and hold the power button down until it shut off.

I'm hoping that I can replace it next week when I get paid, but we shall see. Bills first and then maybe a small bit of something for everyone for Christmas (probably like $10 all around until after Christmas cuz I get paid three times this month instead of two). *sighs* I swear, I start getting caught up on everything and something else happens. I still haven't replaced my car window from the tornado back in May because I've been trying to catch up on my car payments.

[kaoarika]

The "data migration is the reason i'm stressing and suffering" saga continues.

And I messed up something :).

I, somehow, forgot that when you upload stuff to cloud services like G00gle Drive, you cannot recover the date data from when you originally downloaded the thing. Or made it.

So... imagine having to go back to transfer ALL of that you already copied and dl'ed again, while fully knowing the movement takes around a hour to do so because you are having issues with the USBs (in a general sense) with the laptop, and you have to approach it in the more eloquent and less pressing way possible so it doesn't force you to shut it down so you can "securely eject" the USB.

While also considering AAAALLL the wasted time in uploading these same stuff in G00gle Drive :)))) (and dowloading them as well).

*long sigh*

I have been feeling regrets about all of this. It's the leftovers I still have in me over the loss of my external disk back in June. Something that I supposedly accepted and decided to move on... except I didn't expect stuff going slightly rough within my current laptop, and all over a couple of jumpscares this past week alone, lmao. But I feel like I'm wasting my time for whatsoever reason (in fact, it kinda is... because it was my initial fault where I was led to be doing this). And even more when I am still finding myself with the newer laptop and my lack of complete trust to it (I want a good luck strike and MS not making me suffer for the next month or next three years if you feel me, especially with a brand new computer, not a preowned one). Let's be real, if I didn't mess that one thing up with my external disk, I wouldn't be doing this. Perhaps I would have finished while transferring my current documents and such in use and THAT'S IT!

The thing about the USB or the USB port I have been having these past two days has been annoying the hell out of me (where, for some reason, it identifies randomly the USB I already plugged minutes before, again), and makes me wonder if I will be able to use the Intuos or another screen, and heck, even the mouse or the eventual external disk I NEED to get because I simply cannot let things to rot (?) in two different computers. Ahhh... I need the USB hub thing... but then I think about wasting money if it doesn't work OTL.

I am scared, basically. Ideas and scenarios going through my head in failing.

The other thing about G00gle Drive, is that, it's potentially a good way to leave stuff that I may not use in the close future but I don't want to lose it in any way possible (even with stuff that I "regret" making...), yet I don't want to have it "at hand" on my disk space, and "backing it up there" seems like a good option... but for that I should also do more moves I am not in the mood to do (at the moment) :/ but conveniently, saves me time and all that. Should pay for a space increase in at least one of my accounts, though, lmao (ALSO not in the mood to do that atm).

UGH, I just want to finish it all ;A;

(P.S.)

It's 8:13 PM when I am editing this and I just had that USB issue (luckily, it's just the same USB drive... as of right now)... JUUUUST in the middle of a Windows Defender customized scan? And just when I was this close to copy some vids... LUCKILY, it didn't happen when I was in the middle of a movement or smth, because, MAN wouldn't that be so fucked up? :))))

[elfrowan]

We Are Not Alike by According to Hoyt

This is a post I should not have to write. Mostly because it’s self-obvious. But it took ME a while to figure it out, so– Here it is.

First let’s dismiss the entire “it’s an hoax” because that’s just the left (broadly defined as to the left of Lenin) being their usual lunatic selves. I’m not even going to respond to the self-proclaimed surgeons or the self-proclaimed ballistics experts on twitter. I’m going to say that if they had even minimal contact with reality they’d realize that even fragmenting ammo does not fragment in contact with ear cartilage (not enough resistance) and no, having a bullet graze you doesn’t mean your head explodes. I don’t actually know whether to advise them to put down the crack pipe or stop watching Merry Melodies. I feel like someone should tell them safes don’t randomly fall out of the sky, nor pianos from upper-story windows, but from the ones I’ve seen on twitter they’d fight us tooth and nail on that too.

There is a much easier way to put their bizarre fantasies to rest: For the whole thing to be a carefully orchestrated false flag, you have to believe that Donald Trump — DONALD TRUMP — is as carefully self-controlled and obedient to choreography as a trained dancer.

I’ll wait till you stop laughing and then give you the graphic again, about how closely, and by a random turn of the head, America escaped a bloody civil war last Saturday.

But sure, cooly-oh, if you believe Donald effing Trump timed the turning of his head precisely, after the bullet had already been fired by an untrained 20 year old sniper…. Oh wait, if you believe that you’re probably jonesing to vote for socialists, so it fits.

As for “all an hoax” you’re requiring that everyone there, including the secret service which is not only controlled and assigned by the present administration, but who also are being dragged through the mud for malice and incompetence, be complicit on this. This includes the family of the man who died. If you really believe that, get out of here. You’re not serious and not only are you a f*cking infant, you’re a moronic f*cking infant. Shut up, child, the adults are talking.

Then there is the outrage and certainty that he should not have got up and pumped his fist, because “ree” he’s keeping his secret service in danger to grandstand. First, if the secret service can’t drag a 79 year old man (and themselves) out of danger (and remember their JOB is danger, their concern is supposed to be their detail) they need to find another job. Yesterday. Second… I realize that none of you EVER were responsible for keeping any group that was in anyway connected to you from doing the inadvisable. BUT–

If Trump hadn’t immediately got up and done that, we’d already be in a civil war. Before news that he was all right could have gone out, people would have gone hot. And listen, you have no idea. You really have no idea.

And no, it’s not a Trump cult. It’s a “if they could get him, they’re coming for me next” “Nothing to lose.” “I have plans in place for this circumstance.” Do I know anyone in the group that would do that. Not explicitly. But I have guesses about a rough three to four dozen of my acquaintance. And I know the psychology.

Look, even after he got up and pumped his fist, I found myself — I was cleaning the house and away from the computer. I have already promised never to do that again — calming people on texts with “No, from the video he’s not in danger. Stop worrying” until I gave up (my kitchen is still a mess) and got on the keyboard.

But speaking of psychology, we get to the important part of this post.

There is very little my colleagues in Science Fiction and Fantasy do that shocks me. Even the politics from the left side of Judas’s ass does not shock me. I’ve read (or at least skimmed) their books, and the flaws are right there, in the worldbuilding that behaves like no real world would behave ever, unless it were utterly contained inside the broken clockwork mind of Marx.

But there was a take that propagated like lightening through the left side of science fiction, echoed by some people who probably once had functional brain cells of a sort, that made me kind of rock back on my heels. This was based on the would be assassin’s registration (voter registration isn’t politics. My husband and I have different ones, and yet we’re about the same.) And it was…. ahem “Why should I care if Trump was shot at by a right winger?”

This was completely puzzling to me because, well… I can’t picture a scenario in which anyone who is broadly to the right of Lenin would try to shoot the candidate of the party opposing the Junta. Not vote for him, maybe. Shoot him? That requires a completely different level of passion and animus. Unless these people were completely insane, I couldn’t figure out why people otherwise capable of writing three coherent paragraphs would even say that.

But then I flipped it.

Look, is it believable that say, advocates for “Palestine” would shoot Joe Biden, for being insufficiently anti-Israel? Well, sure. Is it possible trans advocates would shoot Joe Biden because in their eyes he was insufficiently pro-trans? Or radical communists who think he’s a right winger? Sure. Of course.

But here’s the thing. We’re not the same.

Sure, the right has a broad tent. But it’s a tent. Meaning, there’s a ton of space, people move erratically within in — and sometimes get in hair-pulling arguments — but we’re not cohesive groups in close contest.

Why?

Well, because mostly the right in America wants to be left alone to live their own lives. With a few exceptions, what we want the government to do about our cause is “Leave us alone, and stop forcing me to act in ways that go against my perceived self-interest.” That’s it.

This means that while I think some of you people might be a little loonie on your hobby horses, it’s no skin off my nose. If you really want national currency to be gold-based, well, fine. Can’t be worse than what we have right now, though I think you’ll find it has similar flaws in the end. Or if your hobby horse is that you want to get rid of national parks… Whatever. If I were an avid camper and hiker, I’d already have groups ready to buy and maintain what I consider essential parts of them, should that ball drop.

And that’s leaving aside that I agree with many of your hobby horses. They’re not mine, but I’d go “Heck yeah”: like get rid of the department of education schools and turn education control over to the closest local level or stop dictating minimum wage at a federal level. Or “reduce bureaucracy” or…. anyway. Ahem. I don’t really have a hobby horse, per-se I have a stable, and it’s summed in Viva La Libertad, Carajo!

What I mean is reducing the federal government is not an endeavor that causes us to have MURDEROUSLY strong feelings about our leaders.

Strong feelings? Sure. That’s why our primaries are so disputed and why the left thinks we’re so scary. But frankly, we’re the people who eschewed the indoctrination of the schools, media, entertainment, to make up our own minds. We have strong feelings about breakfast cereal, let alone presidential candidates.

They’re just not the kind of strong feelings that leads to shoot them. (Presidential candidates, or breakfast cereal. The only thing I own I’ve ever considered taking to the range and shooting to pieces is my printer.)

Meanwhile, the left?

Oooh, boy. While they encompass many single-issue groups, their side is not a tent.

You see, what they’re competing from, because of their conceit of a central, and centralized government who can be all things to all people, is a finite budget and government-granted primacy. Money and power given to feminists doesn’t go to trans, doesn’t go to terrorism supporters, doesn’t go to terrorism importers, doesn’t go to parks, doesn’t go–

On top of which they believe in Marxism, which is to say, they believe in finite pie economics. Wealth can’t be created, just endlessly redistributed. And this leaks over to everything. So you know, you can’t have equal rights for women without taking some from men, otherwise women are insufficiently “equal” (no joke, when my kids were in college, email from the university. They’d achieved 65% female graduates in Chemistry. More work needed to be done to assure that females had “equality” in chemistry. And no they weren’t suggesting cutting that down to 50%. Equality for them apparently meant 100%.)

The left side of the isle is not so much a broad coalition of groups all going the same general way. No. They’re groups that resemble nothing so much as rabid weasels tied together by the tail presenting teeth and claws outward, but ready to turn them on each other at the slightest provocation. (Or imagined provocation.)

So, their candidate being shot by their own side? Absolutely believable.

What they don’t understand: We’re not alike.

On the right side, Trump being shot by a “right winger” or “republican”? is jaw-droppingly bizarre and unbelievable.

I mean, okay, there’s the never Trumpers. So, some young man was so inflamed by the immortal rhetoric of the Bulwark that he…. No. Some young man loved Ron De Santis so much that he– Barely plausible, except any Ron De Santis fan knows that’s not who would replace Trump, because the right doesn’t work that way. And Ron to his eternal credit has in no way stoked that kind of flame or demanded that kind of follower.

So, what? Are we to believe that the leaders who are genuinely snippy at Trump have that kind of following amid the youth?

Advance the Pierre Delecto Brigades, with their perfectly coiffed hair, wielding their combat roladex! Forward march.

Or perhaps: Up the Mitch McConnell volunteers, in their turtle armour….

It won’t wash. It won’t pass the giggle test.

We’re back again to “The left isn’t insane, but what they think they see on the right is just a mirror, reflecting them endlessly.”

Which sometimes requires more effort on our part to understand their “thought” than they put into those opinions to begin with.

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Oh windows is pulling some BULLSHIT

I paid for windows 10 because I wanted to makes sure anything I might use for game development was bought and paid for, and they've been annoying the fuck out of me with forcing updates when I said not to and re-installing windows apps and services I uninstalled or disabled, etc... Basically windows is acting like it's natively full of spyware and bloatware... but anyway

I wake up this morning to my computer going "remember how I just updated even though you told me not to? well haha it was to give you this message that windows 10 isn't going to be supported anymore come 2025 and also you don't get to upgrade to the next version even though you paid for it, haha sorry :) here's what we think you should do after paying to have windows again because we decided to switch versions, haha"

... SO YEAH, linux then, and I guess if I need to test games on windows I'll be doing it with a virtual machine running some modified windows 10 with this key I paid for IG...

Because the fucking reason I wasn't using linux is because if I got on my computer expecting to just have a chill time and suddenly something wouldn't work for me I would be so pissed I'd have no ability in that moment to fix it rather than just feeling like I was going to have an aneurysm, But then windows kept eating all my resources with background processes to the point where I would randomly suddenly not be able to play a particular game ever again even on a new file, or where I suddenly couldn't watch a video.

Last time I couldn't even watch x-files from my own hard drive the background processes responsible were some remote access shit [Which I have turned off], some windows problem reporting service, and hey I noticed edge was back and using up resources after I uninstalled it 3 times. And then when I shut down the remote procedure, which should only be necessary to run a program off another computer in my network [there is no network I live alone] it decided windows itself couldn't run without it and shut down, but also decided to update, even though I had it set not to.

This whole "I come on here to play a game or watch a video and chill and it is suddenly not fucking working"... Is why I was avoiding Linux for daily use. Because I didn't want to have to be tech savvy on my off hours.

But now it's doing that and also insisting on running 500 background nonsense that is not fucking needed at the physical expense of damaging my hardware, and at the expense to me of keeping me from being able to play games... At first raft got to be too much and I wrote it off as being because of all my building and the sprites, okay, but then sons of the forest was fine one gaming session and then the next day was so choppy I had to just restart it, and then just wouldn't start up again without absolutely crashing my whole system... nothing changed IN THE GAME between these days, it wasn't a slow run down as I kept building more like it was with raft, it just stopped functioning all of a sudden.

And then I go to fix a problem and windows has made it so you can't, or turns services back on that you told it not to run, or re-installs edge on you repeatedly after you keep removing it...

Like no, windows, I did not give you my fucking money so you could use my hardware for your own purposes while feeding me moldy breadcrumbs of my own fucking hardware use.

And you might be thinking "This sounds like you have a virus or some serious malware D:" but no... No I am pretty damn certain this is just windows now.

To windows "user friendly" was always synonymous with "remove user access", then "remove user control", and now finally "User obtuse" because in their minds the system is theirs and you are just using it.

To me "user friendly" means I am allowed access to the machines inner thoughts so we can communicate without our corporate overlords needing to approve.