#monitor pc activity

[teamtrackmaster]

Top 10 Benefits of Implementing Desktop Monitoring in Your Business

Ensuring productivity and security within the workplace is crucial these days. One effective way to achieve this is through monitoring desktops. Monitoring desktops refers to practices of tracking and recording activities performed on company computers. By using remote PC monitoring software, businesses can monitor PC activity, ensuring that employees remain productive and that company data is secure. This article will explore the top 10 benefits of desktop monitoring for your business, highlighting the importance of monitoring computer activities and how it can contribute to overall business success.

What is Remote PC Monitoring Software?

Before diving into the benefits, it’s essential to understand what remote PC monitoring software is. This software enables businesses to monitor PC activity remotely, providing insights into how employees use their workstations. Popular remote PC monitoring software includes EmpMonitor, TimeDoctor, and Hubstaff. These tools offer a range of features as tracking keystrokes, capturing screenshots, and generating detailed reports, allowing businesses effectively manage and optimize their workforce.

1. Enhanced Productivity

One of the primary benefits of monitoring desktops is the significant boost in productivity. By monitoring computer activities, businesses can identify time-wasting activities and take corrective measures. Remote PC monitoring software like EmpMonitor and TimeDoctor provide detailed reports on how employees spend their time, allowing managers to address inefficiencies and promote a more productive work environment.

2. Improved Data Security

For any business, data security is a top focus. Implementing a monitoring system for desktops helps protect sensitive information by monitoring PC activity and detecting unauthorized access or suspicious behavior. Remote PC monitoring software can alert administrators to potential security threats, enabling them to take swift action to mitigate risks.

3. Accountability and Transparency

Desktop monitoring promotes accountability and transparency within the workplace. When employees know their activities are monitored, they are more likely to adhere to company policies and maintain high professionalism level. This transparency fosters a culture of trust and responsibility, which enhance overall team morale.

4. Better Resource Allocation

By using remote PC monitoring software, businesses can optimize resource allocation. Monitoring computer activities provides insights into how resources such as software licenses, hardware, and internet bandwidth utilized. This information allows companies to make informed decisions about resource distribution, ensuring they are used efficiently and cost-effectively.

5. Streamlined Workflow Management

Effective workflow management is crucial for business success. Desktop monitoring helps identify bottlenecks and inefficiencies in workflow processes. By analyzing monitoring data, managers can implement changes to streamline operations, reduce downtime, and improve overall efficiency.

6. Enhanced Compliance

Compliance with industry regulations and internal policies is essential for avoiding legal issues and maintaining a good reputation. Remote PC monitoring software assists in ensuring compliance by tracking and documenting all activities on company computers. This documentation can serve as evidence in case of audits or legal disputes.

7. Employee Training and Development

Monitoring PC activity can also be valuable tool for employee training and development. By reviewing monitoring data, managers can identify areas where employees may need additional training or support. This targeted approach to training can improve employee performance and contribute to their professional growth.

8. Reduced Risk of Insider Threats

Insider threats, such as data breaches or intellectual property theft, can have devastating consequences for a business. Desktop monitoring helps mitigate this risk by monitoring computer activities and detecting unusual behavior. Remote PC monitoring software can provide real-time alerts, allowing to respond quickly to threats.

9. Cost Savings

Implementing a monitoring system on a desktop can lead to significant cost savings. By identifying and addressing inefficiencies, businesses can reduce wasted time and resources. Additionally, preventing data breaches and other security incidents can save companies from costly legal fees and reputational damage.

10. Informed Decision-Making

Monitoring on desktop provides valuable data that can inform decision-making. By analyzing trends and patterns in employee behavior, businesses can make strategic decisions to improve operations, enhance productivity, and achieve their goals. Remote PC monitoring software offers detailed analytics and reporting features, enabling to make data-driven decisions.

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Conclusion

Implementing desktop monitoring in your business offers a multitude of benefits, from enhanced productivity and data security to improved compliance and cost savings. By using remote PC monitoring software such as EmpMonitor, TimeDoctor, and Hubstaff, businesses can effectively monitor PC activity, ensuring that employees remain productive and company data is secure. As the business landscape continues evolves, adopting desktop monitoring practices will be essential for staying competitive and achieving long-term success.

[quartarcade]

all it wants for christmas is to be able to speak pls

[abbiistabbii]

I think every computer user needs to read this because holy fucking shit this is fucking horrible.

So Windows has a new feature incoming called Recall where your computer will first, monitor everything you do with screenshots every couple of seconds and "process that" with an AI.

Hey, errrr, fuck no? This isn't merely because AI is really energy intensive to the point that it causes environmental damage. This is because it's basically surveilling what you are doing on your fucking desktop.

This AI is not going to be on your desktop, like all AI, it's going to be done on another server, "in the cloud" to be precise, so all those data and screenshot? They're going to go off to Microsoft. Microsoft are going to be monitoring what you do on your own computer.

Now of course Microsoft are going to be all "oooh, it's okay, we'll keep your data safe". They won't. Let me just remind you that evidence given over from Facebook has been used to prosecute a mother and daughter for an "illegal abortion", Microsoft will likely do the same.

And before someone goes "durrr, nuthin' to fear, nuthin to hide", let me remind you that you can be doing completely legal and righteous acts and still have the police on your arse. Are you an activist? Don't even need to be a hackivist, you can just be very vocal about something concerning and have the fucking police on your arse. They did this with environmental protesters in the UK. The culture war against transgender people looks likely to be heading in a direction wherein people looking for information on transgender people or help transitioning will be tracked down too. You have plenty to hide from the government, including your opinions and ideas.

Again, look into backing up your shit and switching to Linux Mint or Ubuntu to get away from Microsoft doing this shit.

[punk-in-metal-detector]

no one fucking warned me that going into IT would mean my desk would be covered in computers and extremities before I even enrolled the fuck

[shaisuki]

dude I adore ur yandere zayne so so so much

wonder what would happen if MC tried reconnecting with Zayne? We may be able so convince her something is wrong :}

❆ ₊⋆ content warnings. implied emotional cheating + insecurities + heavy angst + ooc zayne + this is a fic, don't go roaring like a wanderer because you didn't like it and sorry for the messy shit, it's 3 am for me.

She came monthly for the check-ups as always.

Yvonne sat at her station. Fixated on the screen in front of her as she monitors every patient's room. As always when Yvonne sees her, she greets her with a smile. Checking her schedule and told her that Dr. Zayne was waiting for her in their scheduled appointment. She thanked her and smiled before walking to Zayne's office.

The walk to his office felt different this time. It was heavy — she can't describe it but something changed. Usually, she looked forward to her check-ups by him or perhaps was the news that Zayne had married you.

Her childhood friend is married.

She knew that it would end up like this since he knew the surgeon was engaged even it was an arranged marriage but it stung her more than she can admit. She thought Zayne was hers in her own way even there isn't feelings involved with his fiancée.

Why would he give all the time to spend it with her when he can give it to you?

She enter the familiar doors of his office and she finds him typing. “Dr. Zayne.” She greets him in the same way. There's a hint of affection in there and Zayne isn't dense not to notice it but he only looks at her the same way he treats his patients.

He didn't even correct her not to call him Dr. Zayne but only "Zayne".

“I received the monthly assessment from the Association and from the results — you're doing better. There's still irregularities and I won't say that there is nothing to be sure considering your condition.” His voice even have the same tone of a physician and the softness in there was gone. It was transferred to someone.

She nods in understanding but her eyes traveled to his desk. It was the same. Neatly stacked documents, his personal computer and laptop in the same position. There was an addition, a photograph is placed besides his PC. A wedding picture — of you and him.

It wasn't all smiles but she can see how Zayne kisses you in that photograph and her heart clenched in a way that she knows it wasn't her condition that was acting up and to make it worse — next to the photograph was a sonogram. Twins. She cannot be mistaken even it's black and white and the two lumps of cells incubating in your belly feels like a slap to her face.

It wasn't only Zayne was married but was also expecting. He's going to be a father soon.

He looks at the man across her. She can't be hurt — Zayne didn't promise anything to her nor said the words she wanted. He was only there besides her but he will belong to you in a matter that even the strongest of gravity in the universe can't pull.

Her primary care physician approach her, activating his stethoscope to check the condition of her heart. She remains silent but as Zayne presses the diaphragm of his stethoscope, she noticed it. The silver wedding band wrapped around his ring finger.

“I heard you got married, Dr. Zayne.” She says in curious manner. Genuinely curious about it and she just needs to hear it even it was obvious and the ring around his finger says it.

Zayne puts his stethoscope down and began to type his recent findings. He didn't look at her. “I did.” He says monotonously.

She sees a brief flicker of revelry in hazel green eyes. The same eyes that looks at her like that too but it wasn't directed to her.

“What happened to you?” She asks

“She happened.” He says indifferently and glances at her. No explanation was need to tell her what really happened cause it was clear he choosed you.

She presses further. “Isn't too sudden marrying her?”

“What are you implying?” The temperature in the room drops. Cold and icy and it wasn't only the temperature but there's no warmth in his voice. “We were bound to be married any time.”

Suddenly, she felt embarrassment creeping up on her face. She said it like it wasn't the most obvious thing. She acted out that Zayne will choose her despite the circumstances and you didn't matter but it was you. It will always be you.

“I think we're done here for the day. I have to go home early.” To her — you mean. Is what she wanted to say but he kept her mouth shut. She only nods and left his office without much of a peep.

Zayne isn't hers anymore.

She met you again.

Zayne wasn't around but you weren't alone either. This time you were with your children, strapped to your chest is your child with Zayne in a carrier. The other is in the stroller. She can hear the distinctive babbles of the other twin while you slowly pushed the stroller as you scanned the displays.

The last time she had seen you in here was you were with Zayne. She realizes the tears in your eyes wasn't cause by allergies but hers. She recognizes that look anytime cause it was you now that is causing the pain but she wasn't crying. The damage was inside.

How painful must it be to you that your husband's affections was once directed to her.

It was wrong of her to be involved with Zayne. Your fiance — although she thought that there were no feelings in both side — you felt strongly. You didn't confront her — didn't told her to stay away from him. You stayed silent for it was better than to make a fool out of yourself and Zayne was no better, kept you at arm's length while they divulged in each other's feeling and then the accident happened.

After that, she didn't exist in Zayne's and they were like strangers again.

The baby strapped to your chest wiggles and coos. She can see how you gently caressed the baby's head, a small smile to your lips as say something and the baby laughs. You check at the other twin in the stroller before continuing to shop.

The sight of her made you freeze before relaxing. She was like a ghost always lingering and you accepted that even though Zayne married you and impregnated you with his children — she will always be a ghost haunting you.

You only got used to her presence.

She wondered. Would things be different if you didn't get into that fatal car crash? Will she be the one in your place? Having their own family and raising children together?

You're good. You didn't flinch nor getting your waterworks opening. She thinks it's the power you held being a mother that even she approaches you, you kept a polite smile.

She take a look to the baby in your chest. The baby looks like Zayne, the same thick, black hair and that eyes. Sharp as ever and even it was in a baby of his. The baby looks at her before it fusses, sensing that she's the one causing the inner turmoil of his mother.

“They're adorable.” She commented. The baby in the stroller waves their arms at her. The toy they're holding rattles and she smiles softly but the bitterness in her chest builds up.

“I told him that he should leave me and be with you.” You started, a smile in your lips but it wasn't mocking or a pitiful one. “He didn't. Never left my side after that.”

“I'm sorry.” You apologized.

Why were you telling her this? Why are you apologizing? She should be the one apologizing for not being able to stay away from him when he have you during the times you were treated like a stranger. Hell, she didn't know you as nothing but the one with Zayne in a arranged marriage until that fateful run in after your accident in the very same store.

You didn't gave her a second look and left.

She should stop chasing ghosts from the last and move on but it does not feel right, it wasn't wrong either.

[woollypoison]

Comeback of a lifetime

Fromis_9 Lee Nagyung x male reader THIS IS A REUPLOAD! Maybe you've seen this work before, maybe you haven't. It used to be uploaded on a blog called K-DGN, run by two people. That blog got destroyed, and now I run this blog by myself, posting only 100% original kdol fanfic content. word count: 5,803

At some point you had to face reality. Your entire life revolved around playing League of Legends, watching kpop fancams, and disappointing your parents. You were already 22 years old, way older than any academy player active nowadays. Making your professional debut would be a miracle. You weren’t bad at the game, far from it, actually. You consistently hit challenger rank getting to the top 500 in all of South Korea. The only thing that eluded you was that top 100 rank, the milestone needed to get picked up by a professional team. It was never easy to make these kinds of decisions, but you vowed today was the last day you’d spend at this PC bang. Thousands of hours you spent in this place, but today would be the final one. Goodbye, comfy gaming chairs. Goodbye, on demand snack ordering. Goodbye, staying up to long past midnight grinding ELO. Goodbye, all the other regulars who you’d grown distantly attached to.

These regulars included the 16-year-old duo stack you’d been seeing come in every day for the last three years. You believed that one of them would make it pro while the other was just a stepping stone. It also included that 30-something-year-old, still grinding Starcraft 2. A grim sight of a potential future. Finally, it also included the cute girl that was around your age, who would appear and disappear again sporadically for long stretches of time. She’d always be tucked away in some corner of the establishment, wearing a variation of dark colored covering clothes, baseball caps and a black mouth mask. All you could tell about her appearance was her alluring eyes, and that she had a body that no hoodie could hide.

They were all present today, as if cosmically aware of your departure and giving you one grand goodbye. You were so deprived of normal human interaction that the delusion was almost enough to make you wipe away a tear. You normally weren’t one to focus on anything other than your game, but today you thought to yourself that since it was your last day anyways, you might as well take a risk. Today, you took place on the computer next to the cute girl you’d always admired from afar.

You couldn’t blame her for dressing the way she did, hiding herself. You go to a PC bang to focus on gaming, not to get hit on. If she dressed up, you were sure she’d have no time to focus on her matches. This was the first time you sat somewhere where you could see her screen. 

You could never confirm before today, but you had a sneaking suspicion she was also into LoL. You heard her rage about “my son of a bitch jungler”, or her “ dumbass inting support” on rare occasions. She seemed to be able to keep her calm most of the time though. Now, you could finally take a peek at her monitor and confirm it to be true.

A thought entered itself in your head that today you could finally use those skills you’d been honing all these years to impress her, and maybe you could get a fresh start on some social contact and a way out of this miserable life. Your little peak revealed her rank as well. She was currently down in the trenches of Silver 2. Not very impressive, but a good sign that you had a shot at impressing her. Hopefully.

Step 1: Log in to your LoL account. Step 2: Play a game and hope she looks over at your monitor and sees how good you are. Step 3: Have her fawn over how good you are. Okay, it wasn’t a great plan, but that's all you had the courage for today.

Uh-oh. Maybe it was better to think of a plan while you weren’t still OBVIOUSLY staring at her screen. She had noticed, her eyes slowly peeking over towards yours as you made eye contact. You could tell the tip of her nose was scrunched up like an angry cat telling you to back off. This was the first time you had a real chance to take in her eyes, and you felt like you could drown in them. They were big, round and somewhere in between cute and sexy. Enough to instantly fluster you. They felt familiar as well. Like you could swear you had seen these eyes a thousand times before. You shook it off and took the hint, finally looking away and leaving her be. You settled in to your little spot for the night and started queueing. Your games went surprisingly well. Better than usual, even. It was almost as if the universe heard you were wanting to quit, and decided to entice you to stay. You were on a roll, win after win after win. The booth next to you, well, you weren’t looking anymore, but the sounds were enough to tell. She was raging, growing more and more frustrated by the minute. Against your better judgment, you decided to sneak a fast peak over at her setup. Big mistake. Seemingly possessed with some supernatural gift, she immediately caught your eyes darting over to her, and glared at you as if to say “you’re next”. You quickly started looking back over at your own screen. She… wasn’t however. It was impossible to ignore her staring daggers at you, peering over while slowly moving closer and peeking at your screen. You weren’t in-game yet, just sitting in queue for 12 minutes already (as you were used to for high-ELO games), but your rank was clearly on display. Did this somehow count as step 2 from your plan? “Hey, nerd.” cut through the silence, and also through your hopes of reaching part 3 of your plan. “Can you help me out here?” She continued, in a surprisingly bashful, cutesy tone. Her chair was fully turned towards yours at this point but her face was turned toward the floor, hiding behind her facemask and under her baseball cap. You expected scorn, a giant explosion in your face, but instead she was acting cute? Did your plan work? “What’s… up?” You replied hesitantly. She responded by turning her chair towards her monitor again and pointing her hand flatly at the chat log of her currently active game.

You stood up and hovered over her shoulder as you studied what was up. The screen was gray and she was waiting to respawn. The girl was playing marksman and had a current KDA of 3/7/1. Suffice it to say it was not the greatest performance, but that wasn’t her point. “Can you believe this fucking guy?!” She berated the enemy marksman, who had spent the entire game flaming and mocking her in chat after every kill he got on her. “You want me to get revenge on him for you?” She was taken aback a little, her eyes squinting at you like you just said something insane. “What? I wanted you to tell me they’re a piece of shit and for you to compliment me so I’d feel better about myself.” Her response made you feel like you did say something stupid, but to your surprise she got up from her chair. “Right, I mean, they are a fucking piece of shit,” you responded, laying it on a little thick, “and they are lucky to even be in a game with a cutie like you.” Your response made her chuckle a couple of high pitched laughs, before taking in a big breath. “That’s more like it!” She clapped her hands, satisfied with your response. “Now sit down and get revenge for me, please?” Her hands clasped together, unifying in front of her belly button and causing her to push her bosom together. You hadn’t noticed before now, but her hoodie had zipped down slightly, allowing you to take a peek at what she was working with. You couldn’t help but glance, but what took you back the most was that when you looked back at her face, her eyes were still fixated on yours. She definitely saw you look, but she either acted like she didn’t see, or that she didn’t care that you looked. Whatever the case was, you sat down in that chair and were ready to lock in.

It took you less than one minute to bait her opponent in, completely outmaneuvering him and getting that shut down. “That was amazing! Serves him right!” The girl erupted, impressed by your display of digital dominance. This was child’s play for you though, since defeating a silver player is a given. She leaned over your left side, her chest slightly pressing into your shoulder, getting you even more worked up than you already were.

“Well, I should get back to my seat.” You relented, considering this a job well done. Getting a chance to show off your skills to a girl you could only assume was the cutest you’d ever seen in your life was a good end to your career here you thought. She disagreed. Strongly. “What? No! You can’t stop now, you have to completely destroy him!” She pleaded, clearly having bigger plans for you. “I really shouldn’t, you know, it’s against the terms of service and- ” you objected. As much as you enjoyed the praise, you really wanted to get some gaming against some good players today. “I’ll make it worth your while every time you kill them?” She rebuffed your rejection, ever so slightly provoking you by further unzipping her hoodie revealing a low cut black tee underneath. “Say less!” was all you replied, before reseating yourself back in her chair. You were locked in like a man possessed, not even noticing how you just missed the 14 minute queue pop on your own computer, destroying any chance of having a good game any time soon.

Your target came back to lane, and like clockwork, it barely took a full minute to send him back to spawn. As promised, the mystery girl delivered. She got real close to you, pressing her soft chest against you once more. Her face, this time even closer than before. So close that you could feel the warmth of her breath disperse through her facemask on your skin. Her lips were mere inches removed from your ear.

“You are so fucking good at this, oppa.. We should play together some time and I’ll let you pick me up and carry me.” Her sultry tone effortlessly seduced you, cementing the idea that you would do anything and everything that she’d ask of you. You couldn’t fight the creeping feeling that at this point it wasn’t just her eyes that felt familiar. You could have sworn you’d heard this voice before.

Another minute passes by, and you reward your lane opponent with another one way trip to the respawn fountain. You hated to admit it, but you were trying your absolute best at this point. Making calls, guiding your jungler, leading your team to objectives. If every kill meant a response from her, you had every intention of ending this game with 100 kills.

Your reward this time? She pulled your chair back a little, creating space for her to squeeze in between before planting herself in your lap. Her soft ass pressed up against your waking erection, which you hoped she either didn’t notice or at least pretended to not notice. Her hips bucked and swirled, grinding against your groin no more and no less than two times before settling in and removing any doubt of her not feeling your cock snuggled in between her thighs. Once again, no recognition or scorn was earned for it. “Can you still play like this?” her cutesy voice inquired with her pitch rising, making it impossible to complain even if you wanted to. You gave her a slight nod, finally releasing your breath and looking past the beauty fitting into your shape and refocusing on the game. You had kills to farm. She leaned forward, pressing her ass even more into you, and took control of the keyboard before typing up a storm. With a newfound confidence in your skills, she was now taunting her nemesis. You focused up, and once more scored a kill on your target. It seemed like her taunting worked, and tilted the enemy into trying to prove themselves. She did a little jump in your lap cheering you on. She twisted her upper body towards you, placing both of her hands on your shoulders before retreating one back to remove her face mask and ball cap combo in order to finally reveal herself to you. She left you no time to connect the dots, leaning down towards the left side of your face and planting a kiss on your cheek. “Keep this up, and I’ll make sure you never forget this.” As much as this excited you, the revelation of you connecting the dots on why her eyes and voice felt familiar was too grand to not remark on. The girl sitting in your lap right was none other than Lee Nagyung, the visual from one of your favorite girl groups, Fromis_9! “Holy shit you’re Nagyung!” You couldn’t help but exclaim, maybe even against your better judgment. “And you’re going right back to your own seat if you don’t quiet down!” She scowled back, her teeth exposed through her lips as she brought her finger before her mouth, shushing you. She looked around desperately to see if your little stunt had caused any complications, but it was a slow day at the PC bang. Luckily for you, nobody had seemed to hear you.

“Understood! I’m sorry, I’m just a big fan.” You continued, pleading your case. A cute smirk adorned her face, before she closed her eyes and gave you a small understanding nod. In the chaos, you had completely lost focus of the game, and only regained it once you noticed your screen going gray and the chat being filled with “Great, our Jinx is back to inting” messages. Nagyung didn’t even need to tell you to focus up as you took immediate control of the game again, guiding your team on what to do until you respawned. Laning phase had ended by this point, but it was still a Silver lobby. This meant that the laning phase usually just shifted to everyone laning in the mid lane. When your screen turned into color, you rushed mid lane where you last spotted your target, and took him down again without even a hint of trouble. This time his entire team was also there, and you knew you could take them all down. But you backed off. You pinged your team back, your reasoning being the longer this game went on, the more chances you’d have to kill your opponent.

Nagyung kept her promise, and her rewards were ever growing. She pressed B on your keyboard causing you to recall, giving you a slight moment of respite. She palmed her hands over yours, gently lifting them off of the keyboard and mouse, and brought them closer to her body. She guided your hands downwards in between the split of her hoodie and her pants, and finally underneath her t-shirt. Your hands grazed against the warm feeling of her bare skin before being allowed to land on the soft fabric of the sports bra covering her breasts. Nagyung’s grip tightened on yours, forcing you to squeeze onto her soft chest, your thick cock growing ever harder as it pushed into her thighs. She turned her head towards yours ever so slightly, puffing up a moan into your ears.

You could feel your hands melt away into her bosom, but crossing this threshold had unlocked something within you. Her hands start to move yours as if to say your time is up, but you didn’t want to stop before you had had your fun. Your fingertips circled around, making her nipples just that slightest bit harder allowing you to place both between your index and thumb, and pinched them eliciting another much more genuine moan from the girl playing with you. Her hips buckled into you, almost as if she had started grinding on you before you agreed to take your hands away and refocused on earning those rewards.

Sure enough, like a gift on a silver platter, your target showed up once more. Another free kill for you, but this time not without you also taking their tier one mid lane turret. You felt like you’d have to start considering when and where you killed him, or this game might end sooner than you’d like. This time, Nagyung shifted her balance in your lap. She turned her back towards your right side, her entire frame pointing to your left and towards the wall her PC booth was up against. She hooked her left arm around your neck with her entire body being supported by your frame as she hung her legs off of the left side of the chair’s armrest. Her body was now slightly further away from yours. You almost felt like this was becoming a punishment. That was until she started using her hand. Her right hand crossed her body and found its way onto your bulge peeking through your pants. This left no doubt whatsoever that she had felt you pressing into her multiple times, but her soft, dainty little hand caressing the silhouette of your dick left you without complaint. She was applying tender pressure downwards onto your member, her hand shifting around the contours of what she could discern off your cock, gliding up and down as if to tease you. “Get more kills” was the message. She finished teasing you, then made a small request. “Don’t let me fall.” sounded the command, placing both your hands around her thin waist. A little surprise but you did as you were told, focusing your strength now on holding her upright. She took over the controls once more, placing herself in safety before going right back to flaming her adversary. As soon as she was done, she hooked her arm back around you and relinquished control back over to you. “Now kick his ass for me, oppa!” She instructed you, your confidence boosted and your desire to fulfill her request causing you to smirk. She looked back at your face, a little impressed with how serious you were taking this. You were following along with the chat logs, and despite being a Silver 2 in the game, when it came to flaming others she was at least Diamond. Your hands were back on the keyboard, and to your surprise her hand was back on your groin. It was a little harder to perform like this, but she monitored your performance, and judged it still good enough to allow her to have her fun. She started making a little competition out of it, speeding up and slowing down depending on how focused you had to be in the game. You almost began to believe she wanted you to fail, and the smiles she gave you after hearing your moans were enough to solidify that thought.

No problem, you knew you could win against these players with one hand tied behind your back. Sure enough, enemy number one showed up, and met another quick end. You barely escaped death this time however, partially because of Nagyung’s incessant teasing. Your performance earned yourself another reward, one she was more than eager to give to you. Her hands retreated back to herself, and you needed no hint to help her hold her body upright. Nagyung’s hands floated around the base of her hoodie, goading you with how slow she moved. Her fingers twirled around the zipper, softly clasping the metal tab before splitting the two sides apart. Her hands started to lift her shirt from the bottom towards her neck. From behind, nothing had changed. Her hoodie covered everything everyone else in the PC bang could see, but to you, you were now presented with an unimpeded sight of her tits, only covered by a sports bra. She wasn’t done. She did the same with her bra, resting all the fabric right under her neckline exposing her breast to you before pushing them together for your viewing pleasure. They weren’t the biggest tits, but they looked so inviting to bury your face into. As if able to read your mind, Nagyung raised her eyebrow, cocking her head downwards before making you an offer. “You know you can kiss them if you want, oppa. But only if you don’t die.” You were almost surprised. You expected yourself to be more hesitant, but with the way her voice and demeanor lured you in, no resistance was possible. Your face drew closer to her chest, and you posited your lips around one of her nipples. You suckled on it for a couple of seconds, before clasping her pink flesh between your teeth, ever so slight applying pressure. Her moans were like honey to you. Addicting. You couldn’t get enough. As good as your situation had quickly become, you knew you had more kills to farm, so you opened your eyes and looked back towards your screen. Close enough, as you just barely managed to prevent a death. She purred into your ear, proud of you being able to pull back and survive danger once more. You used this opportunity to bait her rival into your team, securing another free and easy kill. This was almost too easy for someone like you, but you weren’t about to back down now. Not a great call. Your team managed to get Baron off of that. This meant the game could be ended at any moment. The reward however? Absolutely worth it. As soon as you secured Baron, Nagyung took over the keyboard again and typed up a storm, really getting under her foe's skin. “Go back to base, I want you to look at me for this next part, oppa.” She whispered into your ear. Her flawless face pulled back while she stared into your eyes, her eyebrows merging in the center of her forehead, pleading with you for what she had in store for you. You licked your lips, instinctively feeling what was about to come before she leaned into you, your lips merging as she kissed you. You felt her tongue prod temporarily into your mouth before you felt her retreating, leaving you breathless as you took in the sight of her biting her bottom lip.

She placed both her hands on the chair's armrests, moving her entire body away from you before climbing under the desk. She rolled your chair a little closer to her, pulling your legs forward off of the chair. Her hands towards the hem of your pants, undoing your button and pulling down your zipper. Her hands moved forward once more, now making their way to the space in between your underwear and your skin before she pulled them down slightly, exposing your cock. You could feel her fingertips graze against the tip of your cock as she slowly tightened her grip around your girth, pulling it out of your underwear. “Look at the fucking size of you…” she cooed. Your cock was hidden beneath the cover of the desk, but Nagyung wasted no time. With her hand already firmly around the base of your dick, she took one final look into your eyes, as wide as you’d ever seen them, like prey caught in a trap, unsure of whether or not they’d survive. You had never been harder in your life. You had no attention left for the game. The only thing in the world that mattered to you right now was burning the image of Nagyung sizing up your cock into your memory. With her bare chest pressed against your knees, she planted the softest kiss against the underside of your cock’s tip. Her tongue extended from in between her lips, tilting her head sideways as she traced the entire length of your shaft. The length of you caused her to have to use her hands to push her body upwards to reach maximum height before reaching your base again. “Oh fuck,” you can’t help but let escape from your soul as she maintained proper eye contact with you. Her wet tongue dragged a trail of spit all along of your cock, the only thing connecting you being that same strand of spit once she pulled back. Her eyes steeled with her resolve, as if to tell herself that she can do this.

Your hips buck as your tip gets engulfed by her warm and inviting mouth, your breaths becoming ragged and irregular as she pulls you in deeper, testing her own limits against your dick. She hesitates for a second, not breaking eye contact once. She had taken a little over half of your dick in her mouth before her eyes began pleading with you, begging as if her actions weren't far enough, but you had been passive enough today. “All the way, babygirl.” You growled back, taking command for the first time today. As if under a magic spell, her eyes rolled back and she pushed past her limit. You could feel the barrier of her throat break as the rest of your length slid effortlessly down her throat. She held it there for a few seconds before releasing you back into the cold room temperature with a loud pop. You cupped her face in your hands, cherishing her like the beautiful, erotic flower she was. It didn’t last long before she took your hands off of her face, wiped the back of her hand on her chin removing any saliva, and gave you a satisfied smile. “Back to the game. I’ll only continue while you play.” Her terms were clear, but before your hands were back on the keyboard and mouse, she added one final clause.

“And if you win the game, I’ll let you cum in my mouth.” She teasingly added, sending you over the edge, your cock throbbing in her hands as a little precum dripped out to her promise. “Looks like this guy agrees.” She chuckled, before locking your tip inside of her mouth.

She stayed like that for a while to see if you would accept her terms, but once she could hear the sounds of the keys of your keyboard clacking, she knew your answer. She began swirling her tongue around your head, sucking all the precum out of you and drooling it back onto you. This went on for a couple of minutes, with her switching her technique to pressing whatever length of you she had in her mouth against the inside of her cheek and popping it fully out of her mouth, running the edge of her lips over your entire length before taking you back in.

Her hands grabbed your thighs firmly as gasps and moans escaped your mouth, each one causing Nagyung to increase her intensity. Every time you killed her archnemesis, you reported it right away. She took your word for it at this point, and rewarded you all the same.

Her hand grazed your thigh with her fingernails with the slightest of touches before resting itself around your balls. She then began to slowly massage your sack while she continued to fuck her own throat with your cock, going deeper and deeper by the minute. The occasional glance down at her made it hard for you to even want to look at the game, her doe-like eyes so intent on making you feel amazing. Her shirt fabric was still rumpled up against her neck, giving you a slight view of her meticulous tits. Her mascara began to run thanks to the tears forming each time she pushed further. There was a rhythm to her head bobbing up and down your shaft, and it was intoxicating enough to drown in. The feeling of this naughty goddess servicing you while your attention is forced to perform in the game you’d been grinding for years meant that your focus was impossible to maintain. It was overwhelming, enough to make you feel like you’d pass out. Each glide caused an entirely new wave of ecstasy to encompass your being. It was a miracle you managed to still function in the game, consistently scoring kills to keep her rewards coming. The sounds of her gags, stifled coughs and wet slurps as she did her best to ruin your focus were too good to miss as you kept your headset off for the last part of the game. Despite this extra handicap, you still managed to destroy her antagonist once more. From this point on, you felt like you had earned it. She released from her mouth, took a deep breath, and dived right back in. In an instant, the entire length of your dick disappeared into the back of her mouth. You could hear her gag as she struggled to maintain this and in an effort to help, you moved your hips backwards to give her some space. Her hands dug into the back of your hips however, pushing you forward. This was what she wanted, and you had no right pulling out of her mouth. “Nnnghh, fuck!” Her eyes were all she had to talk to you with, but they smirked. She could do this, and you were more than happy to oblige. You even pushed forward a little, a surprised stifled yelp escaping from beneath the desk below you.

Nagyung was fucking herself senseless on your cock, and there was nothing slow about it. A soft, wet slopping sound caught your attention, as you peeked to catch a glimpse of how she had started fingering herself, her mouth still impaled on your cock.

“Nagyung, I’m about to..” you began to moan out, before she released you from her warm insides, reprimanding you. “No, not until you win! And call me babygirl…” Her eyes now failing to meet yours. “Since I don’t want anyone to find out my identity.” She almost whispered, but you understood. “I know, I’m about to win!” You clarified, her eyes widening in surprise as she peeked out from under the desk to confirm. Sure enough, you were sieging the base, and your, or rather, her win was imminent. “Oh fuck, okay, wait just a second!” She replied in a rushed panic, pulling her upper body above the desk enough so that she could lay into her opponent one final time. It was no lie that you wanted to say you were about to win, but you also were about to cum as well. Her sudden pause did put a little halt to that. “I believe you owe me cumming down your throat, babygirl.” You remarked as you directed her back to her task. Like a content little kitty, she purred and climbed back under the desk. Your full focus was now on her and she knew it. She used the opportunity to prime you some more. She pointed both her index fingers at her mouth. “Right here, oppa. This is where you have to cum, okay?” Her mouth was now fully open now as she melodies out a soft “aaaa” with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. The sight was enough to bring you right back to the edge of almost cumming. For the final stretch, she employed one last tactic. She placed both her hands palm upwards on your thighs, inviting you to put your hands on hers. She smiled as you did so, taking both your hands and placing them on the back of her head. “Now fuck my face, okay?” The lewd request made with the cutest tone imaginable was all it took. You forced her head down on your cock, pushing her all the way to the base before pulling her back and pushing her down again. You were fucking her face relentlessly, her mouth accepting you as her eyes looked at you as if she were obsessed with what you were doing. It took no more than a minute of this before you felt it finally happening. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, babygirl!” You groaned, signaling the end. You pushed her head all the way down, holding her there for the final relief. The first shot erupted out of you, blasting into the back of her throat. String after string filled up her mouth, each dose accompanied by a grunt from her asking you if this was the last. The viscous sensation of your cum mixing with her saliva was enveloping you. As much as you wanted to sink into your chair, close your eyes and focus on the feeling, you could not tear your eyes away from the idol struggling to keep all of your load combined with your cock in her mouth. She was unsuccessful however, as droplets began to eek out of the corners of her mouth.

You finally let her off of your dick, but instead of gasping for air or getting mad at you, you were treated to another show. She opened her mouth much the same way she did before you fucked it mercilessly, showing you all of your seed she had accumulated in her mouth. You couldn’t help but bite your lip at the sight. Nagyung closed her mouth and swallowed it all in one go. Another open mouth, another “aaaa”, and her promise was fulfilled. She took the liberty to lick whatever she couldn’t keep clean off of you, before giving you a smile for a job well done. “That was fucking amazing.” You sheepishly commented, to which she gave a cute little chuckle, the corner of her mouth turning upwards. “Hehe, I know.” She winked back at you. She climbed out from under the desk, tucking your now half flaccid dick back into your pants, before taking her rightful place back in your lap. Truth be told, you expected her to have sent you back to where you came from by now. Instead, she took your hand one last time for today and guided it in between her thighs, underneath her pants. You could feel how warm and wet she was from playing with herself, your half-mast flying back to full force in response. “I’ll bring a blanket next time so you can fuck me while I’m on your lap. Sounds good, oppa?” She playfully suggested, her aegyo overloading your senses. “I’ll see you tomorrow for some more help! I want to tell Chaeyoung I got into gold before her!” It was never easy making these kinds of decisions, but today wasn’t going to be your last day at this PC bang after all.

[mrsterlingeverything]

5years i havent had windows on my pc apparently you can just use an activation script. No more activate windows on my monitor... thats the only change

[marooncircus]

Guess what, I know, that you’re all alone “tear” ing, I’m wise to it

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Tumblr is actively trying to nerf me. What do you mean I can’t upload a GIF that’s larger than 10 MB. If it doesn’t look that great quality wise that’s why :(

This is my contribution to Monitoring Deco*27 trend lol



ALSO, this is heavily inspired by World of Horror. It’s an indie horror game! If you like rpgs, Junji Ito, H.P. Lovecraft monsters, and/or the occult; give it a try! It’s on console and PC 🖤🖤🖤

[cryptotheism]

Thank you. I'm going to default to "break a leg" for my well-wishes, given how, well, *theatrical* you are.

Where does S.T.A.L.K.E.R.'s (the FPS) power armor fall on Serpentrias' Rig taxonomy? If you're unfamiliar, they're essentially contemporary lifting frames interwoven with heavy combat armor. The arm-armatures absorb recoil, and they may read brain activity to coordinate movement, but there's no canonical statement either way afaik.

What is the oldest surviving artifact in Amber Skies, and what is the oldest surviving object from the 21st century? (Assuming it's not the (Morris) Worm's Disk.)

What's the most common power source in the Burning Horde?

Do chili cheese fries exist, and if so, how many variants are there?

And, on average, do you mind/how do you feel about "how would (popular character/alien species) fit into Amber Skies?" questions?

Finally, unrelated to Amber Skies, have you played Deep Rock Galactic, and if so what do you think of it?

STALKER armor would be like, a pretty standard if outmoded midgrade rig. The equivalent of an amber monitor PC. A clunky yet functional model from 100 years ago.

I won't tell you.

A complex ultra-dense hydrogen-based combustive fuel cultivated by shepherding communities along the trade routes.

All the ingredients for chilli cheese fries exist. Hard to say how many variants would exist.

The questions don't annoy me I just haven't watched/read most of the stuff you guys have watched/read.

I haven't watched/read it.

[mya-valentine]

In the Web of Shadows

Synopsis: Tasked with assisting the enigmatic detective L, you—a skilled and reclusive hacker—find yourself thrust into the high-stakes Kira investigation. What starts as professional collaboration evolves into a deeply personal connection as you uncover the rare vulnerabilities of the man behind the legend.

The glow of your multiple monitors was the only source of light in your cluttered apartment. Empty energy drink cans littered the desk, tangled wires snaked across the floor, and the faint hum of your custom-built PC filled the room. You were used to solitude, thriving in the anonymity of cyberspace, where your fingers did the talking, and no one ever asked about your past.

That is, until he contacted you.

The message had been cryptic but unmistakably urgent. A renowned detective, known only by the alias "L," required your expertise to help dismantle the growing threat of Kira—a killer who could strike with a mere name and face. Intrigued, you accepted, your curiosity piqued by the challenge and the man behind the message.

When you first met L, it wasn’t in person but through a secure video link. His disheveled hair and sunken eyes betrayed his erratic sleeping habits, and his strange sitting posture immediately struck you as odd. Yet, his voice was calm, commanding even, as he laid out the parameters of your collaboration.

“You’ll be working remotely,” he had said, his dark eyes locked onto yours through the screen. “But I need real-time updates. No delays, no excuses.”

His clipped tone might have irritated you if not for the flicker of curiosity behind those shadowed eyes. He didn’t fully trust you—not yet—but he needed your skills. You smirked and leaned back in your chair.

“You’re the boss, L. But I work better with coffee breaks.”

His lips twitched, just barely, into what might have been the ghost of a smile.

Weeks passed, and you fell into a strange rhythm with L. Your primary role was hacking into encrypted databases, surveillance networks, and occasionally cracking into highly secured government files when the investigation required it.

Despite his initial rigidity, you found L’s company surprisingly... stimulating. He wasn’t much for small talk, but his sharp wit and dry humor had a way of surfacing at the most unexpected moments.

“You’re unusually quiet today,” you teased during one late-night session. “Trouble in paradise?”

L, perched in his usual crouch in front of a mountain of screens, didn’t look up from the sugar cube he was carefully stacking onto the rim of his teacup.

“Paradise implies a state of happiness,” he said, his monotone voice laced with subtle sarcasm. “Happiness is an illusion when one is chasing a god of death.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped. “Ever the optimist, aren’t you?”

“And you, [Name], are ever the cynic.”

For all his peculiarities, L had an uncanny ability to see right through people. It unnerved you at first, how easily he seemed to read between the lines of your guarded demeanor, but over time, it became strangely comforting.

It was during one of those rare quiet nights, when the investigation seemed to hit a lull, that you saw a different side of him.

You were hunched over your keyboard, scanning for anomalies in a series of banking transactions Kira might have used to fund his activities. L sat nearby, absently twirling a fork through a slice of strawberry shortcake. The glow of the monitors cast a pale light across his face, accentuating the dark circles under his eyes.

“You should sleep,” you said without looking up.

“And you should socialize,” he countered, his voice devoid of its usual bite.

You glanced at him, surprised by the uncharacteristic softness in his tone. He wasn’t teasing this time—it was an observation, almost wistful.

“I could say the same about you,” you replied quietly.

L set his fork down, his gaze lingering on the untouched dessert. For a moment, the weight of the investigation, of his own relentless pursuit of justice, seemed to settle heavily on his narrow shoulders.

“I’m not particularly skilled at forming attachments,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s a weakness I can’t afford.”

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his words. L was a man who carried the weight of the world on his back, yet allowed no one close enough to share the burden.

“You know,” you said softly, “you don’t have to do this alone.”

He looked at you then, really looked at you, as if searching for the truth in your words.

“Perhaps,” he said after a long pause. “But I wonder if you understand what that entails.”

His cryptic response stayed with you long after the conversation ended, a puzzle piece you couldn’t quite place.

As the days turned into weeks, your relationship with L grew more complex. The banter became more frequent, the silences less strained. You found yourself seeking his approval, not because you needed it, but because it felt good to know he valued your contributions.

One night, after a particularly grueling session, you found L asleep at his desk. His head rested on his arms, his breathing steady for once. The sight was so disarming that you hesitated to wake him.

Instead, you draped your jacket over his shoulders and returned to your monitors.

The turning point came during a particularly close call. You had intercepted a coded message that suggested Kira’s followers had discovered your location. L acted swiftly, relocating you to his own secure hideout before you could protest.

“This isn’t up for debate,” he had said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The new environment was sterile, cold, and yet... his presence made it bearable.

One evening, as you worked side by side, L spoke without warning.

“You’re different from anyone I’ve worked with before.”

You raised an eyebrow, caught off guard. “Is that a compliment or a warning?”

“An observation,” he said simply. “You challenge me in ways I didn’t anticipate.”

For once, you didn’t have a snarky retort. The weight of his words hung in the air, unspoken but understood.

It wasn’t long after that night that the first crack appeared in L’s otherwise impenetrable facade.

You were poring over surveillance footage when you felt his hand brush against yours as he reached for a pen. The contact was brief, accidental, but it sent a jolt through you.

“Sorry,” he murmured, though his hand lingered for just a fraction too long before retreating.

“It’s fine,” you said, though your voice betrayed you.

His dark eyes met yours, searching, and for the first time, you saw something more than calculation in his gaze.

“[Name],” he said softly, your name, a question, a confession, and a promise all at once.

And in that moment, the walls you had both so carefully constructed began to crumble.

.

.

.

Masterlist

[inqroot]

What if I took dkos and made him a shimeji lol

Let me start with, I think this can be interpreted as either post-epilogue or as part of an au. Salvation could be created from digital fragments of Dokja (like an avatar) or just born entirely from coding, for the sake of this lore/info dump I'm going with the "no-scenarios AU and Salvation is a smart AI somewhere between JARVIS from Iron Man and the Rotom phone/dex from Pokemon"

His "core" entity lives with Dokja and Joonghyuk, but kimcom, Uriel, and Persephone/Hades have copies of him as well (Dokja did offer to send Salvation to Lee Sookyung but she declined saying she doesn't like bothering with any more technology than needed) Demon King Of Salvation is his legal name, but default nicknames are Salvation, Guwon/91 (in english), 99 (pronounced ni-ni / night night, it became a pavlovian habit from when users go to bed)

Additional registered nicknames include- Squid (Joonghyuk, Sooyoung) Hyung (Gilyoung) Ahjussi (Yoosung, Mia) Rat (Sooyoung, Heewon) Problem (Joonghyuk) Bitch (Dokja, only when they're fighting) Dokja (Uriel, Persephone, Hyunsung, Sangah) (It..gets really confusing if the human Dokja is over)

Salvation has free access to the internet and can be used as a web search, but is usually responsible and only browses around if he's not actively performing a task Takes his data management role very seriously He can split himself and transfer admin copies to other computers/phones (They'll move/behave independently like the kkoma) but it slows down his processing and reaction time so he doesn't like to have more than two or three visual copies of himself at a time (He can still perform all functions while docked, it just creates a window for him to interact with vs having to physically move himself into that space) Everyone in kimcom has a copy of his source code that's automatically synced and backed up every night. Dokja had a scare after he had a laptop melt. Salvation was on Joonghyuk's pc at the time so it was fine but it put the fear of god in Dokja (the first time) Salvation only performs administrative duties as his active function for Dokja, Joonghyuk, Sooyoung, and Donghoon. While he CAN perform these tasks for everyone else, they seem to be content in just having him be a shimeji (kimcom likes to keep a shimeji running for Salvation bc a screen with a running program acts as his scenery. When they found out that Salvation's world is only as many screens as he's running as a shimeji on and is just an empty grid space otherwise, everyone started adding him to the startup programs)

When he's not in work mode, Salvation can get really spicy. With Dokja he commonly steals the cursor, moves windows, rearranges his desktop (not the files bc he's the one that organized them in the first place and gods be damned if he gives himself more work of having to put them back) and actively antagonizes him bc it's funny. A conversation Joonghyuk has heard while passing Dokja's office more than once is Kdj: put that back right now or so help me Dkos: or what, oh nooo don't put me in the recycling bins again I'll fucking eat my way out of it again >:/ Kdj: YOU LITTLE SHIT (Grabs him with cursor or finger if touch screen monitor/cursor is held hostage and just shakes the FUCK out of him) Dkos (while getting shaken like a paint can): I FuCkInG hAtE yOu

He's (usually) more well-behaved when it comes to idling on Joonghyuk's desktop, though. Joonghyuk uses Salvation to handle audio balancing while he's live, and doing program checks while setting up but otherwise leaves him be. Salvation in turn usually only terrorizes the screen when he's starting/ending and not when the game's actually live. Chat can see him and can interact with Salvation through an overlay to keep themselves entertained, he's gone to war with Joonghyuk's chat more than once tbh When Salvation gets too spicy, he'll usually just deal with it or call Dokja over if he's not busy to handle Salvation bc he doesn't want to accidentally hurt him (he's also too tired to deal with this bc Salvation has access to WAY too much shit). He'll switch to a just chatting screen and let Dokja and Salvation beef while he takes a break lmao These fights have happened more than once, so Dokja made an on-screen entity that he affectionately calls "Gay baby jail" (it's shaped like a child's playpen) where he puts Salvation in time out. For some reason Salvation can't physically remove himself from this and it pisses him off. Dokja made the mistake once with forgetting the AI has a MOUTH on him, so this was remedied by an auto-filter while in gay baby jail that converts his speech/dialogue swearing to rubber ducky noises and 🦆emojis Chat has a 500k point redeem that puts Salvation in gay baby jail for 5 minutes (Salvation is actively petitioning to make it 1m points, at LEAST. bc it's what he deserves). It's part of why he actively beefs with chat to keep himself occupied while Joonghyuk is live

He has a squid form that he uses when he goes online There's a menu option on his on-screen display to generate a dumpling for him to eat. He doesn't need food, to be clear, but he still likes eating the dumplings Because he was designed to be an administrative assistant, Salvation can innately defend himself (and his files) from viruses and such to a certain degree, but it's not his core function so he's not specialized in it. This gets remedied later after A Certain EventTM

[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.)

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(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

You've finally snapped. _(:3」∠)_

"I want a divorce," you say to your husband, Rufus, while eating dinner together.

He doesn't even look up from his dinner. "No. We'll talk about it tomorrow after I get home from work."

You want an answer now. Tomorrow after he comes home late from work, yet again, is too late. You're suddenly overcome with an urge to pick up your plate of food and smash it against the nearby wall. You hate that this set of plates was expensive, pristine, and white. The entire time they were sitting in the cupboard, they were taunting you with their perfection. The plate shatters, the sauce and bits of food sticking to the wall. "I want a divorce!"

Rufus is wide-eyed, staring at the wall. Then he hisses your name. "We'll talk about it later. For now-"

You still have an urge to do damage, so you get up and walk over to the stove to grab the kitchen towel hanging there. The matching set of stainless steel and black-accented appliances are too luxurious. They've loomed over you with their massive size and capacity for months, making you feel small and poor in comparison. You turn on the gas range and hold the towel over the blue flames, turning red as they lick the towel.

Rufus shouts your name, getting up from the table to dash over to stop you. It's too late. The towel is on fire, and you get the genius idea to throw it in the living room, hoping it'll increase the damage. Rufus stops in his tracks, his gaze snapping to the towel. You take the opportunity to dash out of the kitchen and down the hall to his home office. The towel is on the hard floor, where it probably won't catch on anything else. Rufus follows you.

You've already shoved everything off his sturdy, walnut desk with the gold leaf accents. The monitor took more effort. You have to pick it up but it gives you the chance to throw it at the minimalist, white printer sitting on the matching walnut table against the wall. Rufus watches, stunned, whispering your name in disbelief. You shove the PC tower over onto its side and beat the keyboard on it until the plastic snaps and the keys spray everywhere. Then you collapse on the floor onto your butt, suddenly tired from all that activity.

Rufus has finally found his voice. "Are you insane?!"

He has more to say but one of the the smoke alarms is going off. Panicked, he rushes to the living room, where the kitchen towel lit the tasseled, ornate rug on fire. He quickly fetches the fire extinguisher from the kitchen to try and put the fire out. You stand in the kitchen doorway, hand over your giggling mouth.

Rufus is growling, not even sure what to say at this point. You've clearly lost it. Reno and Rude dash in from the direction of the front door, a second extinguisher in Reno's hands. The fire is out before he can help, though. Rufus' PHS rings.

Panting from rushing around and panicking, Rufus orders the two to keep an eye on you while he answers the call. It's Tseng, having been alerted to the smoke alarm going off. Rufus walks away, running his hand through his hair, explaining what just happened. He gestures wildly with his free hand, and it's clear he's still in a state of disbelief even though you can't make out what he's saying.

Reno rolls his eyes while also rolling his head lazily at the idea of babysitting an insane soon-to-be ex-wife. Rude licks his lips, apparently unmoved, but Reno can see the tension in his partner's body.

You sit down on the sofa, gazing at the burn mark in the rug, lamenting inwardly that it wasn't bigger. "I asked him for a divorce," you blurt out to them.

Reno doesn't want any part of this. "Listen, Lady-"

A shout from Rufus draws Reno's attention for a moment. He's still wandering, talking to Tseng.

"I do feel a bit bad, boys," you tell them. "But you have to understand. He wasn't going to let me go. He thinks of me like a pet. He'll forgive me once we sleep together. It's not exactly a functioning relationship," you say sadly, as if it's a minor shame, like dropping an ice cream cone on the sidewalk.

Reno growls a sigh.

You three can hear Rufus shouting some more and slamming his fist on a surface from the direction of his office, no doubt standing in the middle of the destruction of which you're proud.

You've crossed your legs and rested your chin on your hand. "I hope Tseng convinces him to finally let me go." You're invested in this like cheering on your favourite sports team on the TV.

"I hope so, too," Reno says sarcastically.

Rude scoffs at his partner but you're not offended, still riding high on your misbehaviour.

There's silence, then Rufus finally comes back to the living room, staring at you. He points. "You, out."

"Shall I-"

"I'll send your stuff," he growls.

You jump to your feet in joy, ready to leave.

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I just found your blog and it's so good! Much needed, I love the dumps and I hope you bring more (no rush ofc!! Take your time <33)

In btd 2, Ren shows us our new room and says it's pretty simple because he doesn't know what we like yet

I was wondering, would he give us, like, a credit card (Strade probably had more than three? I don't know XD) to buy whatever we want on the internet, or would it be more of a "give me a list of things you like and want and I'll search the web and buy them for you" thing?

How long would it be until we could have our own pc and use internet? -letting us have our own privacy on it as well-, Since Strade eventually let him have his own, and time browsing online. Would Ren be even more "easier" in giving us permission or would he be more cautious, (more than Strade?) I know it all depends on how we behave, probably

Also, how much do you think he would supervise us?

Could you answer this question about how him and his older version in tpof would act in these situations, please? Are there any differences or would it be almost pretty much the same?

(I JUST SAW HOW BIG I TURNED THIS ASK, I APOLOGIZE LMAO)

Thank you!! Generally, Ren will be much more lenient than Strade was.

He’s definitely a list person! He won’t let you have your own credit card— you don’t need it, he can buy whatever you need! He’ll have you make a list and will pick things off of it occasionally as rewards.

When you’ll get internet access depends on your behavior. If all is going well, it’ll probably be a month or two (only if you’ve proven you can be trusted). He would install a lot of parental controls at first, and monitor everything you do. Even if he claims to trust you, it can’t hurt to see what you’re up to! He probably would never remove them, but as time goes on, the more he trusts you the less he’ll look at your activity.

He’s generally pretty open about giving you gifts and privileges. The thing there is, at one point in the game he stops and has a realization. He goes “I’ve been coddling you. No wonder this isn’t working.” So in order for all those nice things to be true, you have to be good and can’t let him get to that point. If he does, he’ll become more like Strade (because he thinks that’s what he needs to do to train you properly), which means he’ll be more strict and more brutal.

Fox is much more strict from the beginning. It will take a while of living with him and behaving well before he brings up the idea of a list, and once he does your gifts are sporadic. They’re not an offer to spruce up your room out of hospitality, they’re strictly rewards until you’re behaving consistently well. As time goes on he’ll get you more things more often, but it will take a lot of effort on your part.

He may not let you have your own internet. If you want to watch something, he’ll put it on for you. If you want to search something? He’ll look it up. Fox is much more controlling than his younger self, mainly because Fox sees you as a pet while Ren sees you as a new friend/replacement for Strade. (That can easily change to a pet depending on the route you take, but to begin with it’s still up in the air).

I’d say it would be many months before you get your own technology. He may let you use his laptop beforehand, but it’s always locked down to a few functions. It’ll take a lot of trust to have your own.

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Futaba helping her tech-illiterate S/O with building their first gaming PC

ADHD hyperfixated Futaba sharing her interests is something I lowkey live for tbh

Hey I posted two consecutive days, it's been months since I've last done that.

-You played video games just like many other people your age, but that was about it. You had consoles but no laptop, but aspired towards one.

-You were hanging out with Futaba one day in Leblanc to escape the rain outside and eventually the topic of PCs came up in conversation. You revealed you didn't have one but would like to look into options. Her eyes instantly lit up with excitement.

-Almost too fast for you to comprehend she started ranting about different processing units, graphics cards, monitors, and more that quickly went in one ear and out the other. You had to tell her to slow the hell down which quickly lead to the realization you had no idea what she was going on about.

-It was fine. She was cool with beginning from the top if it was for her s/o.

-She'll have to fight a bit against her usual impulses but she can be a surprisingly patient, yet effective teacher when she wants to be. She figures that the best way to teach you about PCs is to build one yourself. And it gives you two a nice bonding activity to do together.

-With some funds from both you and Joker, you head to Akihabara together and pick out the necessary parts with her guidance. She informs you about the specifics of how they perform and their price, you're there to keep her calm in the crowds.

-When you finally get all the needed parts, you head home and make plans to spend all day Sunday putting it together. Doing so is mildly frustrating to start, being a bit clumsy in handling all the confusing, delicate parts, but Futaba's eagerness and optimism are there to make the process much more enjoyable all around. She's guiding, but not controlling, wanting to find a balance of getting the harder assembly done herself while letting you learn by doing it yourself.

-By the time it's finally completed the sun has already set outside the window in her room. She proudly exclaims "mission complete" and promptly pulls you into an all-nighter, buying/downloading some games on the newly built PC once it's set up to test it's performance to the limit. The sleep deprivation is worth it.