#Projector device

[egyptlaptop]

How To choose the best projector ?!

Important Tips for Choosing the Best Projector to Suit Your Unique Needs

Have you ever thought about turning your home into a private cinema? Or do you want to improve your presentations at work? Choosing the right projector can be a crucial decision. In this article, we'll take a look at how to choose the best projector that meets your unique needs.

By choosing the right projector, you can enjoy a stunning viewing experience and maximize your usage whether at home or at work.

[thefrostychemist]

Just got to the point in Voyager where the Doctor gets a mobile holo-emitter, and maybe we're crossing fandoms that shouldn't be crossed, but they totally just went and made the Doctor a Crystal Gem didn't they?

[lancelought]

my god on photos its really obvious how much every single object i own is covered in cat hair... i am fighting a constantly losing battle against Turtle's overproductive hair follicles

I feel like if I was in a superhero story this would be the inciting incident that fuels my descent into becoming a mad scientist villain who produces a dna-targeted airborne hair dissolving agent. YOU CAN'T STOP ME, SCYTHEMAN, SOON ALL OF THE NETHERLANDS WILL BE COVERED IN MY HAIR DISSOLUTION CLOUD. a nation full of bald mammals is a small price to pay for being free of this curse.

[matrixwarehouse]

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[chitinousresin]

Cellular and headphone device cords and fingers interlaced and tangled, feeding off electricty and bodily friction, a screen and back both shimmering twelve inch valleys, one concaved in thrust, coastal to a shallow sea of sweat streaming down its center, the other a flat depiction of the first, both bristling with static, the scene fed into a camera on the bed, intent of function pumping through wirework to a vcr threaded to fuck a television and projector through a utilitarian orgy of retrofit, the scene played ontop of itself across sheets warmed by throbbing cables, the machinations of appliances, desperate breath, and the varying viscosity of white and transparent fluids, the collective heat emulated by a powered monitor, its touchable surface a simulacrum.

[khayal12345]

Portable Mini Projector Stands on its own With triple Fold Hinge

[swtechspecs]

BlasTech Industries Class VI Automated Laser Projector

Source: The Essential Guide to Weapons and Technology (Del Rey, 1997)

[swevenworld]

What are you hurry up grab it and enjoy your shows on big screen

https://swevenworld.io/products/xank-7-inch-plastic-screen-expander-phone-f3

[vivencyglobal]

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Collaboration lies at the heart of successful video conferences. Platforms that support multi-participant capabilities allow team members, clients, or stakeholders to join meetings simultaneously from different locations. Look for features such as screen sharing, virtual whiteboards, and document collaboration tools that enable real-time collaboration and foster creativity and productivity.

Ease of Use and Intuitive Interfaces:

User-friendly video conference solutions are essential to ensure seamless adoption and maximize productivity. Look for platforms with intuitive interfaces that require minimal training, allowing participants to join meetings effortlessly. Features such as one-click meeting invites, automated meeting reminders, and easy access via web browsers or mobile apps simplify the user experience and promote widespread adoption.

Cross-Platform Compatibility:

In a diverse digital landscape, it is crucial for video conference solutions to be compatible across various devices and operating systems. Look for platforms that support compatibility with popular operating systems such as Windows, macOS, iOS, and Android. This ensures that participants can join meetings from their preferred devices, whether it's a desktop computer, laptop, tablet, or smartphone.

Security and Privacy:

With sensitive information often shared during video conferences, robust security measures are vital to protect privacy and prevent unauthorized access. Look for video conference solutions that offer end-to-end encryption, secure login protocols, and data protection features. Additionally, features like meeting password protection, waiting room functionality, and participant authentication add layers of security and prevent uninvited participants from joining.

Recording and Transcription:

The ability to record and transcribe video conferences is valuable for reference, documentation, and sharing purposes. Look for platforms that offer recording capabilities and automatic transcription services. These features allow participants to revisit important discussions, capture action items, and share meeting minutes effortlessly.

Scalability and Integration:

Consider the scalability of the video conference solution, especially if you anticipate a growing number of participants or expanding collaboration needs. Additionally, integration with other productivity tools such as project management software, calendar applications, or messaging platforms can streamline workflows and enhance overall productivity.

[lightasthesun]

Comprehensive Lexicon Guide for First-Time SW Fic Readers:

Flimsi/Flimsiplast = Paper

Flimsiwork/Datawork = Paperwork

Stylus = Pen

Datapad = Tablet

Comlink/Comm = Communication Device/Phone

Binders = Handcuffs

Chronometer = Clock

Spectacles = Eyeglasses

Chrono = Watch

Conservator = Refrigerator

Caf = Coffee

Nerfburger = Hamburger

Blue milk = Milk (literally blue)

Hubba chips = French Fries

Sweet roll = Doughnut

Flatcakes = Pancakes

Tabac = Tobacco

HoloNet = World Wide Web

Holovision/HoloTV = Television

Holodrama/Holovids = Movie/Videos

Holocamera/Holocam = Camera

Holomap = three-dimensional map

Holojournal = Newspaper

Holocube = Picture frame

Holotable = Projector

Holoscanner = X-ray machine

Holojournalist = Reporter

Flatholo/Holograph = Photograph

Sonic Damper = Active Noise Cancellation

Refresher/Fresher= Bathroom

Sonic Bath = Bath

Sanisteam/Sonic shower = Waterless Shower

Hydrospanner = Wrench

Hydro Flask = Water Bottle

Power Cell/Energy Cell = Batteries

Authorization Chip = Decryption key

Datatape = Disk

Datastick = Flash drive

(Personal) Com Code = Phone number

Datachip = SD Card

Synthflesh = Synthetic skin

Glowrod = Flashlight

Sparkstick = Match

Slugthrower = Gun

Slug = Bullet

Vibroblade = a blade that can vibrate at high frequencies, increasing its cutting power and penetrating ability (tactical knife)

Rangefinder = Rifle scope

Turbolaser = Cannon

Ion pike/Vibropike = Spear

Electro Staff = Stun baton

Blaster = Pistol/Rifle

Stun Blaster = similar to a Taser

Landspeeder/Airspeeder/Speeder = Car

Turbolift = Elevator

Slideramp = Escalator

Starfighter = Fighter jet

Rotorcraft = Helicopter

Hoverpack/Jetpack= Jet pack

Speeder Bike = Motorcycle

Skylane = Traffic lane

Railspeeder/Hovertrain = Train

Power Chair/Hoverchair= Wheelchair

Windscreen = Windshield

Podracing = Car racing

Dejarik = Chess

Sabacc = Poker and Blackjack combined

Galactic Rebels = Combat simulator

B'shingh = Dungeons and dragons

Jizz = Jazz music

Wailer = Singer (ie. Jizz Wailer)

Cantina = Bar or Pup

Para Sailing = Paragliding

Aurebesh = Alphabet

Credits = Money

Sleeping Pallet = Bedroll

Naming Day = Birthday

Youngling = Child

Galactic Basic Standard/ Basic = English

Medkit/Medpac = First aid kit

Hypo = Syringe

Medic/Healer = Doctor

Medcenter = Hospital

Bactapatch = Bandaid

Nanoweave = Fabric

Transparisteel = Glass

Plastifoam = Packing material

Durasteel = Steel

Plasteel = Plastic

Duracrete = Concrete

Slicer = Hacker (slicing = hacking)

Identikit = Passport

Minder = Therapist

Synthleather = Vinyl

Viewport = Window

Cooling Unit = Air-conditioning

Honeydarter = Bee

Slythmonger = Drugdealer

Spice = Drugs

Stimpill = Caffeine pill

Power Socket = Plug

Cutters = Scissors

Cycle = Day

Standard Cycle = 24h

Standard Week = 5 days

Standard Month = 35 standard days

Standard Year = approx. ten months

Tenday = literally ten days

Cigarras/Smokes = Cigarettes

Click = Kilometer or 'a moment'

Parsec = a unit of distance

Tweezers/Clanker/tin head/tinnie = Droid

Separatist = Seppie

Promise Ring = Wedding Ring

Body Glove = Jumpsuit

Slicksuit = Wet suit

Civvies = Civilian clothing

Carbonite = a metal alloy used to freeze a person in a state of hibernation

Hyperdrive = device that allows a starship to travel faster than lightspeed

Moisture vaporator = device that can extract water from the air, commonly used on tatooine

Glareshades = Sunglasses

Gasser = Gas Oven

Repulsorlift = technology that can create an anti-gravity field and is used for levitating heavy objects

Heating unit = Heater

Utility Droid = Roomba

Sunbonnet = a Clone trooper helmet

Bad Batcher = a defective Clone Trooper

Banthabrain = birdbrain/ a stupid person

Bantha fodder = waste of space/nonsense

Blast! = word of exclamation

Blasted! = s.o in anger or annoyance

Blaster-brained = dimwitted

Blaster fodder = cannon fodder

Blast off = Piss off

Brainless = Stupid

Bug/Bugger = used to refer to Geonosians

Forceforsaken = godforsaken

Full of Poodoo = full of shit

Poodoo = Shit

Kriff = Fuck

Jedi scum = derogatory term for jedi

Kark = derogatory expletive

Larty = LAAT/i gunship

Laserbrain = insult

Meat droid = derogatory term for Clone Troopers

Redrobes = Palpatines guard

Rookie/Shinie = newly recruited Trooper

Scum = insult to refer to bounty hunters/rebels

Sharpie = Sharp-witted

Sithspawn/Sithspit/Hellspawn! = expletive

Sleemo = Slimeball

Son of a bantha = insult

Wizard! = Cool

Spaced = dead

Hutt-spawn = Bastard

Karabast = exclamation of dismay

Stang = Crap

Buckethead/Bucketbrain = derogatory term for Stormtroopers

Bucket = Helmet

Nat-born = Natural Born

Roger Roger = affirmative/copy that

Droid poppers = EMP grenade

Sitrep = short for situation report

Backwater Planet = any planet that isn't part of the core system

Holocron = device that can project a three-dimensional image of a person/object and is used for communication or entertainment.

Kessel Run = a risky Operation. Commonly used as a metaphor in impossible situations.

Thermal Detonator= device that can create a powerful explosion like a grenade or bomb

Ray Shield/Energy Shield = creates a (protective) barrier

Rebreather = device that allows a person to breathe underwater or in toxic environments

Phrases:

Wild goose chase = wild bantha chase

That's bantha shit = that's bullshit

As slippery as a greased Dug = untrustworthy

Credit for your thoughts = penny for your thoughts

Cut the poodoo = cut the crap

to get your gills in a twist = get upset about something

Holy mother of meteors = holy mother of god

Oh my skies/ Oh my stars = exclamation of surprise

Stars' end! = exclamation of disbelief

What in the blue blazes = exclamation

When Geonosis freezes over/When it snows on tatooine = extremely unlikely

Who pissed in your power supply = who pissed you off

Blast it = damn it

By the maker = exclamation of surprise

Great karking Dragon = expression of disbelief

Lothcat got your tongue = equivalent of 'cat got your tongue?'

Sod it = expression of frustration

[revelboo]

Pls give us an update on D-16 and Megatronus 🙏 The TFO’s brainrot is getting out of hand

Sure!

Give It Up Pt 5

Megatronus x Reader

• Not sure what to make of the fact that he’d bothered to learn your language or that he’d done it instantly, you have so many questions. So many things you want to know, even if the looming shadow of impending suffocation is hanging over you. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s not harmed you so far. You’re not sure what it is about him that makes your instincts so sure he’s safe and trustworthy. You’d given him your name and he’d introduced himself as Megatronus Prime, his low voice a silken rumble. “Please, little one. Prime is a title, Megatronus will suffice,” he says after you address him by his full name, those optics bright behind his mask. Amused with you.

• “Megatronus,” you reply, voice so soft and how long has it been since any but his siblings have called his name that without the honorific? Understands it’s a sign of respect, but sometimes it feels like a shackle. To be adored and respected by the masses to the point where he’s become unapproachable, where they’re afraid to even try to talk to him. Afraid of bothering him. And some of his fellow Primes would be scandalized that he’s asking you not to use his title, to be so familiar. But he’d never asked to be worshipped or put on a pedestal. “I’m not supposed to be here. Our tech malfunctioned and I got thrown through the gate.” Domed head tipping up to look at him, your real face is a hazy shadow behind the tinted material and he wishes he could see you. Are you talking about a space bridge of some sort, maybe?

• “I didn’t find the coordinates to your home world while scanning your device for your language,” he murmurs as he opens a drawer on the desk he’d set you on and pulls out a small, round object. Watching him fiddle with it before points of light bloom throughout the room, startling a gasp from you. A projector? Realizing you’re looking at galaxies, your lips part as he gestures. “Can you recognize your home galaxy?” It’s a map. And your hope just withers as you turn in a slow circle, staring at the galaxies lazily spinning in miniature. You should know this, but you have no idea.

• Watching your little shoulders slump, you reach up and the back of your hand bumps your helmet. And you seem almost surprised before you make a noise. “I don’t know which one is home,” you admit, voice so soft he almost misses it. Despairing that you’re lost. Maybe afraid you’re never going to be able to find home and his spark aches with your distress. Reaching out, he hesitantly brushes the tip of a servo against your arm and you look up at him. Reaching to lay your tiny hand on him, seeking comfort. Always been the guardian, the shield and sword for his people. And even though you’re alien, you need him.

• “We’ll figure this out.” You’re not his problem, can’t understand why he’s even trying. Doesn’t know you and doesn’t owe you anything. The cynical part of you whispering that the big alien could just be interested in conquering your world. Exploiting it and you. Except, you don’t think he’s like that and you’ve learned to trust your gut instincts. But he must be after something, right? People aren’t kind for no reason. They always want something. Looking up at those kind optics, you’re afraid to hope that he can actually help you. That you’re not going to die on an alien world far from home.

Previous

[pennylanewrites]

teacher’s aide (levi ackerman)

warnings: m!masturbation, voyerism, alcohol, smoking, age gap (15 years), me pushing my smitten!levi agenda

levi ackerman was an esteemed and recognised sociology professor. stern, strict and to the point in all of his lectures. most of his classes kept quiet, trying to take notes while he talked fast and went through powerpoint slides like it was the morning paper.

you had been working hard for that teacher’s aide position for two years, when you finally got the acceptance email. it was no secret on campus that professor ackerman’s assistants worked closely to him and got accepted in prestigious firms right after college, with his recommendation of course.

it was also no secret that professor ackerman was incredibly good-looking. his veiny arms and broad shoulders made up for his short height and the way his raven hair fell over his rectangular seeing glasses was so…

“y/n.” his stern voice shook you out of your thoughts. crap. the whole auditorium was staring at you. “the papers.” was all he said before going back to his laptop. you looked down at your hands, realising you were holding the class’s tests for more than you should. you cleared your throat and went through the auditorium, leaving a stack of papers in front of each student. as you walked down, your eye caught his.

levi noticed everything. he noticed how today you were wearing lipgloss instead of your usual lipstick, he noticed the rip in your tights that went down the back of your leg, your new platform loafers and the beads of sweat on your forehead. levi ackerman was not the kind of man that would catch feelings for a student, but you were so…good.

yes, at first he thought you were very attractive, and maybe that’s why he always rejected your aide application. but he also got to know you better every time you replied to one of his questions. you were the only student brave enough to raise their hand, and he appreciated that. sooner than later, you stayed back every day after class to clean up the mess of loose papers and pens, and before he knew it he was smitten.

maybe it was the way you brushed against him to clean the board and shut the projector, a timid apology escaping your lips, or the way you weren’t afraid to challenge him in a theoretical conversation about archaic philosophy during class.

or maybe…shit, how long have i been staring? levi looked away and cleared his throat when he noticed you trying to contain your smile.

class was over and you were going through your usual routine, marking left over questionnaires from the last lecture as he went through tomorrow’s one.

“sir, i’m wondering about…” you rolled your chair across the auditorium’s stage, holding onto his desk to stop the chair, “this one.” you pointed at a question on the paper.

levi was not one to lose his temper, but he was finding it very hard to contain himself when your knee was touching his and your perfume could reach his brain through his nose.

“well, this-this one…” he trailed off, watched you push your hair off your neck, leaving the bare skin on sight for him. god, he could eat you right then and there.

levi had never been more thankful for his phone to ring in his life. the vice dean’s name flashed on the screen, and you leaned back to allow him to get the device.

“i have to go…meeting…come by my office tonight, okay?” he scrambled to get his things and ran off, leaving you in the empty auditorium.

you let your head fall on your pillow, groaning with despair. he hates me. he can’t even talk to me.

you had seen him earlier with petra, his old t.a who graduated last year. he was laughing, for fuck’s sake. he was laughing and buying her coffee in the campus coffee house, and they were sitting over a book and…

“ugh! what is she even doing here?” you threw your pillow on the floor, but it hit you back in the face.

“oh my god, shut up!” your roommate kept hitting you with the pillow, until you grabbed it. “enough, y/n, please.”

“mikasa, do you think they’re dating?” you sat up on the bed, looking at the girl across you. “be honest, i can take it.”

“i think you’re sick. there’s something seriously wrong with you.” she scrunched her nose up in disgust.

“he’s so…”

“old.”

“mature.”

“he’s mature because he’s old.” your roommate kindly reminded you of your age difference. “get over him, please. even if he liked you, he’s your teacher. i doubt he would put his job in danger.”

your eyes lit up, an excited smile covering your earlier gloom.

“you think he likes me?”

“that’s not what i said. where are you going?”

you only grinned before grabbing your bag and barging out of the dorm room. your shoes squeezed against the polished floors as you made your way to the teachers’ wing, and to the third door to your left, your favourite wooden door in the world.

with a sigh, you lifted your fist to knock, but something made you freeze. you looked around to make sure no one was in the corridor, before pushing your ear against the door.

shit, shit, shit, shit

he was moaning. fucking moaning, in his office, when he had specifically told you to visit him. you thought of the possibility of him having a girl in there, even petra, but no one else could be heard. everything right in your head was telling you to turn around and leave, but your hand was on the doorknob, and you were slowly twisting it.

just one look. one look and i’ll-

your eyes grew wide at the sight. a half empty bottle of bourbon sat next to an empty glass, a cigarette was slowly burning on the ashtray, the first two buttons of his white shirt were undone. god, you could clearly see his nipples through the fabric. the desk obscured your vision, but you could see his hand moving up and down, up and down, up-

“fu-fuuuck.” his voice strained, his head fell back and you were wet a creep.

you turned around and leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. looking at your reflection on your phone, you made sure pervert wasn’t written across your forehead, and turned back around.

two soft knocks on the door. levi fixed his hair quickly, buttoned his shirt and put the cigarette out.

“come in.” you entered the room and he looked at you like a deer caught in the headlights.

“long day?” you pointed at the bottle, smiling softly. he chuckled and motioned for you to sit down. “i can come back some other…” you trailed off when he took another glass out, filling it halfway and pushing it towards you.

you fidgeted with a ring on your finger, unsure of what to do.

“i shouldn’t…”

“i won’t tell if you won’t.” he filled his own glass and raised it to you, before taking a sip. you smiled softly, taking a sip of the drink. it burned coming down, just like his gray stare on you did.

“i have the tests marked. that question i was wondering about earlier,” you took the stack of papers out of your bag, leaving them in front of the man.

“yeah, i looked it up. it’s actually-”

“i figured it out.” you cut him off. he raised an eyebrow and put his glasses on, looking down at the marked paper, and the right answer which you had wrote down in red ink.

“you did.” he agreed and looked at you through strands of his raven hair. “good girl.”

you froze. you could feel your whole face turning an ugly shade of red. a million disgusting thoughts ran through your head as he walked around the desk to sit on the chair across from yours. his muscles flexed as he reached over the desk to get the ashtray and his drink. you took a big sip of the drink, trying to convince yourself the sexual tension was just in your head.

fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck.

“what?” he shook you out of your thoughts. he knew you were staring at him.

“nothing. i’ve never seen you like this.” you admitted, still sipping your drink.

“like what?”

like you don’t have a stick up your ass.

“relaxed.” you opted for the nice comment.

“i’m far from relaxed, trust me.” you watched as he placed a cigarette between his wet lips, lighting it with a white lighter.

“those are bad luck.” you took the lighter in your hand, fidgeting with it.

“huh. maybe that’s why my life’s shit.” he chuckled, taking a drag of the cigarette.

“come on…” your eyes fell on a book on his desk.

masculine domination, pierre bourdieu. you grinned, taking it in your hands to inspect the front page.

“take it. it’s for my doctorate students, but i think you-”

“i’ve read it.” you closed it and put it back on the pile.

“of course you have. you’re a smart girl, you know?”

he was praising you. and he was filling your glass again. when did you even finish the first?

“are you trying to get me drunk, sir?”

“i think you’re capable of controlling yourself.”

“don’t be so sure.” you mumbled, staring at your feet.

“what was that?”

“nothing!” you shook it off with a smile, but he had heard you just fine.

god, you wanted him so bad. as the hours went by, and the bottle came to its’ end, you became more and more impatient. you were scared of what you would do honestly, if one more drop of alcohol entered your system. but, were you crazy to think he wanted this too? why would he pour you a drink, and ask you all these questions, and make you laugh with stupid jokes if he-

“what are you thinking about?” he shook you out of your thoughts. you showed him the clock on the wall.

“that i should get going. some teacher thought it would be a good idea to have an 8 am class.” you grinned. you reached your hand out to return him his lighter, but you dropped it instead.

“that’s one lousy teacher.” he chuckled, kneeling on the floor to get the lighter. you waited for him to get up, so you could too, but he wouldn’t move. still kneeling, he came closer to you, his hands hesitantly moving to rest on the sides of your thighs.

internally, you were screaming. but not a single breath came out of your mouth as you watched him. he sighed and finally locked eyes with you.

“i’m not crazy, am i?”

“wh-what?” your voice came out as a whisper. pathetic.

“to think there’s something, right? here. there’s something here and i-”

“sir-”

“don’t.” he squeezed your thighs and you swore your heart would jump out your chest sooner or later. he straightened his back and got up, pulling you with him. “don’t call me sir.”

you let him seat you on top of his desk, you let him spread your legs and stand between them. he pushed your hair behind your ear and inched closer. his breath against your neck made you shiver, and a soft kiss forced a small gasp out of your mouth.

your hands trembled as you placed them around his neck, and his breath staggered when you played with the strands of hair that fell on his undercut.

“please kiss me.” he swore his knees would give when he heard your voice, so soft, so sweet. you were as needy for him as he was for you.

his strong hands met your face, his silver ring cooled your burning cheek. you closed your eyes, and his lips finally met yours. it was careful at first, both of you scared the other would change their mind. but all it took was you pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt, and he lost his mind. his hands slipped down to your waist and you arched your back to get closer to him, if that was even possible. your mouth trailed to his jaw, leaving sloppy kisses all the way down his neck. a playful bite made him gasp. you chuckled.

“stop. you’ll drive me crazy.” he squeezed your hip.

“good.” you grinned and leaned in to kiss him again, but his hand in your hair held you back.

“you have to go…” he managed between soft kisses down your chest, at least as far as your shirt allowed, “or i won’t be able to stop.” he held your hands, and kissed them both, maintaining eye contact with you.

“then don’t stop.” you whined, but your grin turned into a frown when he pulled you off the desk and fixed your skirt. “levi-”

“save something for later, right?”

his promise of a later was enough. you left him to clean up and walked out the door with a sheepish smile and a whispered goodnight.

your phone buzzed on your way back to the dorms, and you stopped in your tracks when you saw the name on the screen.

professor ackerman: wear that green dress tomorrow.

you raised an eyebrow.

just the dress.

[katakaluptastrophy]

The Nine Houses are obviously deliberately technologically limited. Aside from having FTL capable spaceships, the most advanced piece of technology that we see in the Houses is "an electric transmitter box, with headphones and a mic." It's not clear entirely what sort of device this is, but it apparently requires you to stick an antenna out the window.

On New Rho, Cam has a beeping, and therefore presumably digital watch. Nona has to remind her that's it's called a "watch", and not the House term, "clockwork", which rather suggests House timepieces are analog.

There's a projector box embedded in the BoE conference table, which loads an image like dial up internet because they are "using shortwave" - presumably shortwave radio, which can transmit pictures. As We Suffer apologises for the slowness of the image loading because of shortwave, that suggests that other methods of transmitting an image do exist, but that for whatever reason they're not using those. Perhaps they do normally have something akin to the internet, but this is down due to the conditions on New Rho, or being avoided due to House or inter-cell monitoring.

The audio of Juno Zeta's proof of life is on "a little piece of electronics, a fingernail-shaped thing with prongs", which sounds like some kind of drive.

We also see We Suffer in the impromptu command centre in the tunnels with "a headpiece and a flip-top computer", presumably being used for some kind of communicatons or planning.

And of course, there's Cam and Pal's recorder, which from the descriptions of it making squeaks and garbled noises sounds rather like it might contain a cassette tape.

A paramilitary group on a beseiged planet may not be the best evidence for the level of technology outside of the Houses, but if it is in any way indicative, non-House society doesn't seem to have non-space travel technology beyond things that would have been available in the early 00s.

[malsmind]

file/information —

hacker!matt desperatly has to find a way to hack into

popular!reader's phone again.

file-warnings: stalking, male and female masturbation

you sat in the cramped lecture hall, the faint hum of the projector overhead mixing with the rustle of notebooks and the occasional cough from someone a few rows back. it was a typical tuesday morning at college—intro to programming, a class you only half-paid attention to because the professor’s monotone voice could put anyone to sleep. your phone buzzed on the desk, screen lighting up with a text from a friend about some party this weekend. you smirked, tapping out a quick reply, oblivious to the pair of eyes watching you from across the room.

matt slouched in his seat near the back, his hoodie pulled low over his forehead, hair spilling out in messy strands. he kind of looked like every other guy to be honest. he didn't dress in any 'weird' or 'nerdy' way, but there was something sharper in the way his blue eyes flicked toward you. he wasn’t just some slacker coasting through college. matt was a hacker, the kind who could dismantle a system in his sleep, and he’d been trying to crack into your phone for weeks. not that he hadn't done it before, he's hacked into your phone and other devices multiple times, but recently, your phone’s security was tighter than usual, probably because apple had sent you a warning when matt wasn't careful enough with hacking into it last time. some custom encryption he couldn’t quite unravel, and it was driving him up the wall.

the reason why exactly it was making him go insane was because last night, when he went to touch himself, knowing after a long day and a night out you'd shower, maybe even find relief in touching yourself as well, he was left needy and frustrated when your phone kept kicking him out. no mater what he did, your phone just wouldn't cooperate.

he chewed the inside of his cheek, spinning a pen between his fingers as he watched you scroll through your screen. he’d tried phishing links, brute-forcing your password, even sniffing the campus wifi for vulnerabilities—nothing worked. it was starting to feel personal, like your phone was taunting him. then, last night, hunched over his laptop in the living room of the house he shared with his brothers, the idea hit him: if he couldn’t hack it, he’d break it. get you a new one. slip in a backdoor before you even turned it on. his lips had curled into a grin at the thought, a little twisted but undeniably clever.

now, he just needed an opening. class ended, and you shoved your stuff into your backpack, slinging it over one shoulder as you headed out. matt followed at a distance, hands in his pockets, blending into the crowd of students spilling into the hall. he caught sight of you by the vending machines, fishing coins out of your jeans to grab a soda. perfect. he ambled over and “accidentally” bumped into you just as you turned around. your phone slipped from your hand, clattering to the tile floor with a sickening crack.

“shit, my bad,” matt muttered, crouching down to pick it up before you could. the screen was shattered, spiderwebs of glass radiating from one corner. he held it out to you, his expression all apologetic, but inside, he was buzzing. “damn, that looks rough. still work?”

you took it from him, frowning as you pressed the power button. nothing. just a dead, black screen. “great,” you sighed, “there goes my whole life.”

“m' sorry..” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “i’ve got an extra one back at my place, though. new model, still in the box. you can have it if you want—save you the hassle of dealing with the repair shop.” his tone was offhand, like it was no big deal, but his pulse ticked up a notch waiting for your answer.

you hesitated, eyeing him for a second. you’d seen matt around—quiet guy, always tinkering with something in the lab—but you didn’t really know him. still, a free phone was a free phone. “yeah, okay,” you said finally. “that’d be awesome, thanks.”

he flashed a lopsided grin, leading you across campus to his place. he dug through a drawer, pulling out a sleek, unopened phone box. “here,” he said, tossing it to you. “all yours.”

you caught it, tearing into the packaging while he leaned against the desk, watching. what you didn’t know—what you couldn’t know—was that he’d already cracked it open days ago, slipped in a custom firmware with a remote access trojan buried deep in the system. camera, mic, everything—he’d have it all. you powered it on, the screen glowing to life, and started setting it up, oblivious to the way his fingers twitched slightly, itching to get back to his laptop.

“looks good,” you said, pocketing it. “thanks..”

“nah, don’t worry about it,” he replied, shrugging. “just glad it’s not going to waste.”

you left, and he waited a few minutes before locking the door, rushing up to his room and booting up his rig. the monitor flickered on, lines of code scrolling as he connected to the backdoor he’d planted. your camera feed popped up, grainy at first, then sharpening as you walked into your dorm room across campus. he leaned back in his chair, heart pounding a little harder than he’d admit, watching you toss your bag onto the bed and kick off your shoes. nothing special yet, just you being you, but the thrill was in the control. he could see you whenever he wanted again.

later that night, he couldn’t sleep. the room was dark except for the blue glow of his screen, the hum of his pc fan the only sound. he pulled up the feed again. you were in bed, the soft light of a lamp casting shadows across your walls—posters, a cluttered bookshelf, a half-dead plant in the corner. you’d changed into an oversized t-shirt, hair messy, scrolling through the new phone he’d given you. then, the phone started moving in a way that made him sit up straighter, turning up the volume of his headset. matt saw the expression on your face, hearing the small whimpering noises slipping past your lips, and knew what was going on behind the screen.

he'd been waiting for it all night..

matt’s breath hitched. he shouldn’t—he knew that somewhere in the back of his head—but the line was already blurred, and he was too far gone to care. he unzipped his jeans, hand slipping inside as he watched you shift, the shirt riding up slightly to expose the soft skin of your perfect tits. "shit—" matt hissed, his grip tightened, movements slow at first, eyes locked on the screen. your room smelled like lavender, he imagined from what he'd seen trough your camera so far, from that candle you always burned. he pictured the way you’d gasp if you knew, and just as his thoughts wandered to what your reaction would be if you knew what was going on behind the little screen you held in your hand, you moaned, wet sounds of your fingers working on yourseld echoing. he thought about what those moans would sound like if he was the one pulling them out of you, the thought sending a jolt through him.

the feed stuttered slightly as you picked up your pace, fingering yourself, but matt reloaded the page, keeping you in frame, fresh and in perfect quality. his hand moved faster, rougher, the sound of his breathing filling the silence of his room. "fuuuuck, y/n—"he whimpered pathetically, watching you as you bit your lip, breathing heavily as you tried to hold back your moans, and he groaned low in his throat, imagining the heat between your legs, the wetness clinging to his fingers instead of yours, the slickness he couldn’t see but could guess at. "fuck—fuck—fuck..." matt gasped out, body tensing up as cum hit his knuckles, hot and sticky, as he finished, chest heaving, eyes still glued to you lying there, oblivious, reaching your orgasm in synch to him without even knowing.

he wiped his hand on his shirt, leaned back, and smirked at the screen. “so fuckin' sexy..” he muttered to no one, already thinking about tomorrow, and the day after, and the many more days he'd watch you touch yourself, doing it with you.

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Jonggun Park x Reader: Professor Park (Ablaze) P1

The first year of university prolongs for you as you scour to survive your adult life and the unnerving tension with your health sciences’ professor— who is a disgustingly brooding, and good looking man. After an eventful first quarter, however, things start to go downhill with the decline of your mental, financial and social situation as a whole. Mr Park pays this in mind, and while he tries not to make it his business, he does anything but. You’re his favoured student after all; meeting up to his ideologies and such— so it’s a shame if he didn’t showcase a little more care if any.

The life of crime is a past that Jonggun has put behind him— albeit his friend’s persistence in continuing on their ‘legacy’. The two live vastly different lives, with Goo scouting and digging whatever job deems enticing and expensive— sometimes straying far from home, far from Korea, and Jonggun spending his nights glossing over content for his students. The two friends are on different paths, but Joongoo comes back regularly to visit the black haired male here and there to check how his companion is doing.

Jonggun isn’t opposed to the visits either, and over the course of almost a decade, has become welcoming of Goo’s spontaneous schedule.

“What’s that?” The blonde chimes, pouring himself an alcoholic beverage.

“Student assignments,” Jonggun responds, cracking his neck and stretching his arm out.

“What a fucking bore.”

“The kids are actually insightful.”

“You talk as if they’re not in their twenties,” Goo deadpans, pouring himself another cup.

“My point still stands,” Gun says calmly, a quirk on his lips. “Anyway. My lecture begins in a bit. Keep the apartment tidy till I get back, won’t you?”

Goo grunts at this and takes off his shirt to toss on the ground.

“Take your time! I might have company over!”

The statement makes Jonggun scowl in disgust.

“You better clean things up if that’s the case.”

“Yes, Professor Park,” Joongoo snorts out in mock, waving him goodbye with a cup in hand.

The door clicks close, and Jonggun pats his hair down before setting off to work.

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Inside the lecture theatre, everyone is seated meticulously, awaiting professor Park’s arrival. It’s a scary thing, this class. Because the lecturer is a terrifying man who’s amongst the most uptight people within the university.

But his teaching is to be praised. Everyone knows just how well he does his job, and how diligent he is in helping his students improve— which is why you suppose your pupils hold the utmost respect for him. And why you hold the utmost respect for him. Save for the times he’s stared you down and humiliated you in front of the class for turning in incompetent work as he calls it. Anyway.

Jonggun Park, in all his glory, steps into the room, already radiating an air of authority. He places his belongings down, takes off his glasses, and rubs his eyes.

“Good afternoon everyone,” his voice echoes.

It sends shivers down your spine, all the way to your tailbone.

“I apologise for being late. Open up your devices so we can start” His eyes scour the room while turning on the projector, gaze lingering a little longer on you— to which you’re unbeknownst to.

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By the end of his class, you’re exhausted, and can’t wait to get back home. To rest, put your feet up, and throw away all your responsibilities. But as each student flows out the room, your name is suddenly called by your professor. Low, and sweet. So with a heart wrenching heave (and perhaps a nervous stomach), you manage to turn your body toward the black haired man, and hesitantly walk up to his desk. His eyes are still trained on his laptop, furiously typing away as he waits for everyone else to leave. Your classmates give you a pitiful look, some shaking their heads, and some putting their hands up as a gesture that they’re praying for you. You suck in a breath. Watch your professor’s forearm flex and unflex as he moves his arm around, and open your mouth to speak.

“Yes, sir?” But before you can finish your line, he looks up at you with disapproving eyes. It’s a look similar to that of scrutiny, but you know it’s anything but. You pray so.

“Sit. We have a bit to discuss.”

The tone of voice and his piercing glare shrinks you down as you take a seat on the chair across him— can’t help but press your legs together when you settle down.

As the door to the lecture theatre closes, he leans back on his chair while crossing his arms. White irises train on you, waiting for you to speak up. Only to overrun your words.

“Professor—” you begin.

“Your performance this past quarter has been extremely and utterly disappointing. Time and time again, I had to remind you of how the effort in your work has regressed. And time and time again had you reassured me that they were minor slip ups. I believed you in the beginning… seeing how studious you first were, but this ongoing lack of everything is not something I approve of. Were you ever in need of help, I was always here. Waiting.”

You gulp at his last word, and look down to fiddle with your fingers, feeling it too suffocating to meet his eyes.

“If there’s something wrong, tell me. I’m your professor. That’s what I’m good for,” he sighs, picking up your last assignment and tossing it in front of you.

“I’m not trying to ostracise you, but I know you can do better. So if there’s something bothering you, let me know.”

“Yes, sir,” you nod, picking up your work and standing up.

“Sit. We’re not finished.”

Defeated, you slowly sit back down.

“Do you enjoy this class?”

The question makes your head quirk up.

“Of course!” You sound defensive.

Professor Park doesn’t look convinced. One leg crosses over the other, and he taps on his chair’s armrest in a repetitive motion. You swear you see his jaw tighten, but he waves his hand in dismissal, suddenly not needing to talk to you any further. With a curt goodbye, you scamper out of the room, sweating profusely after being let off.

Jonggun Park breathes out a low sigh as he unbuttons his shirt enough to match his loosened tie. Body sagging from his conversation with you, his leg twitches with the longing to go after the person who just left as his eyes linger on the closed door. But he refrains from doing so. Because professor Park is someone of dignity and integrity.

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Cold water trickles down Jonggun’s body, sliding in streams from the crevices of his toned muscles. The black haired man repeatedly massages his face in an attempt to refresh himself, but his mind is abuzz.

Yes, sir, you’d said earlier today, eyes avoidant, and body nervous.

Professor, you’d called out before he interrupted you.

Maybe it was Jonggun’s impulse to want to know everything about his students. It was in his nature to use that information to nurture and help them grow after all. So why hadn’t you reached out to him when you so clearly had something going on? Was he not reliable? Or perhaps you didn’t feel safe enough.

An aggravated sigh leaves Gun’s mouth as he finishes up his shower routine, wrapping a towel around his waist.

What a hassle. He thought all those years of professional help would’ve made him easier to approach.

Skincare products are slapped onto Jonggun’s face as he quickly retreats to his study to mark impending work. Water still dripping from his wet hair, the professor takes a seat before he hears the apartment door click open.

“I’m back!!” He hears Goo call out.

“Good to know,” Gun responds.

“Hello?!” The blonde screeches, sounding a little further this time.

Jonggun pinches the bridge of his nose and stands up to scream at Goo, tightening the towel around his waist as he walks out to the kitchen.

“Its 11pm, don’t go yelling unless you want to stay in your own apartment,” Gun scowls.

The blonde turns around with a grin.

That’s not good.

Then your head pops up from behind Goo.

“Professor?” You question, eyes widening.

Gun sucks in a breath before narrowing his eyes at Joongoo.

“Professor…?” The blonde scratches the nape of his neck. “Are you one of his students?”

“Joongoo, what the fuck is going on?” Gun asks, clutching the towel around his waist a little tighter.

“My new secret friend?” Goo sounds just as confused.