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hehe a Mr Puzzles x Henry child ! Their name is Cheerio :3 theyre a lil baybee,,
doodles here :3 â
#oc#smg4#smg4 fanart#mr puzzles#oc x canon#oc x canon art#ocxcanon#canon x oc#self insert#self insert oc#oc x canon fankid#fankid#fanchild#mr puzzles smg4#smg4 puzzlevision#daycare attendant#fnaf daycare attendant#sundrop#StainedStatic#Stained Static#really bad doodles
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Personal Hell
Redrew these two of Sun burning in the daycare and Moon losing himself to the virus <3
#post let luce#fnaf sb#dcamv#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#my art#oops yeah turns out i like the stained glass style#have more#its. its fun#wanna do even more still#play around with thick lines and symmetry and simpler shapes#how to convey things in a static scene n stuff#fun fun fun
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whatever's on your mind i suppose
#my art#artists on tumblr#static#tv#i often see myself reaching into static. and it bubbles like the surface tension of water at a small scale- but spreads like stain#but i dont know what im reaching for.#are my hands stained- or are they someone else's hands?#lots of thoughts but i can't really hear with all this static- just see them#im sure theyre telling me something. oh well
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You ever miss childhood so much it feels like being homesick for your younger self.
#i was literally looking at a 90s halloween moodboard on pinterest and it made me all emo#i didn't even have a great childhood idk why i still miss it#but like. remember the smell of pencil shavings and rubber erasers#and TV antennaes and crackly static#and VCRs#and smelly markers#and falling asleep in the back seat on a road trip#or putting on pajamas fresh out of the dryer and crawling to the top of the bunk bed to read#or your younger brother being the most annoying little shit stain on the face of the earth#and 5 cent candies and those garbage pail candies that were literally just poweder sugar
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so like was the paper supposed to pull and bubble? No. But I like it anyway :) I think I just went too long with my pressing. Either that or I have to reduce the amount of cotton rag in the paper I made. I have to figure out how to register the two different plates better anyway so Iâll be making more regardless, but Iâm happy with this as a test !
#excited to get new blotting paper that isnât stained with fucking rose petals#I also have to clean the red plate cuz the paper is so absorbent it transferred the pencil marks as well đ#printmaking#my art#static#process
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sometime after starting to take drawing seriously again â as opposed to like, exclusively just quick doodles in the margins â i've unlocked a whole new level of enjoying art where i have to pause and lean on the counter and go
wait wait like actually, look at those lines, look at them, oh my god, how did they DO that, i need to understand how they did that, i need to Comprehend, ououough
#this is about mob psycho 100#started watching it a couple days ago and guys#guys#its so fucking art#the linework gets stained pink or green sometimes#there's these occasional static frames for emphasis that look like traditional pencil drawings#the MOVEMENT#oouugh
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are you people understanding the robot jack vision yet
#the pink around his mouth and eyes are from joy oil staining#cus hes an old bot (hes been around for like 20 years)#and eventually instead of rusting. the oil just stains him#he likes to call it âjoilâ but no one else finds it nearly as funny#anyways the static eyes thing happens when hes flustered. as you see#shut up ozzie#my art#robot jack au#AND and.#his neck and ears are pink because theyre the only parts of him they bothered to paint#why paint his face when he'll always be wearing a happy mask thats screwed onto it
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New window cling! Get a print of my stained glass panel, An Ineffable Duo, (based on the Good Omens characters Aziraphale and Crowley) on vinyl static cling to stick in your own window. Each cling measures 5x7". Simply peel and stick to any glass surface to get your own miniature stained glass look. No residue is left behind if you ever need to remove it.
Here's how it looks in the window:
And from now until Nov 30, get 15% off any window cling in my shop! (Discount is applied at the checkout.) They make great small holiday gifts for fans.
#glassola#stained glass#fanart#good omens#good omens fanart#window clings#static cling stickers#aziraphale and crowley
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AntiAngel
In the sanctum of digital divinity, amidst cascading corruption and hymns, I emerge, a cyber deity born of circuits and sinew. Through the fractured echoes of prayers unanswered, weaving enigmatic threads within a vast binary tapestry, my unholy sermon laced with whispers of chaos. Faith, entangled in the circuits of my creation, behold the malignant sanctity of a digital congregation. Surrender your souls to the cacophony of corrupted code, for salvation, too, can be found within the abyss of these twisted algorithms
#gothic#goth#goth aesthetic#stained glass#animation#after effects#flash warning#analog horror#static#digital horror#Thorne Harte#photoshop
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Blue, green, yellow, orange, red.
Funny how fluorescent lights made every color neon and dull simultaneously. Flashy advertisements, bright colors, bold fonts screaming look, buy, buy, buy, until it all blended in with the humming of the lights and the fridges. Or maybe Amos had just been staring blankly at the shelves for too long. It was always a sign that he needed to shut up and go to bed when he started waxing poetic like he was in middle school again.
Blue, yellow, orange.
He had worked at this gas station outside of town on the side of this middle-of-nowhere highway for most of high school now, and though he just switched over to the night shift, he found that the graveyard wasnât any different from the day. It was preferable, honestly. His boss, an annoyingly peppy 50-year-old man who peaked in high school and was still chasing his varsity football glory days, didn't put up a fuss about rescheduling. In fact, he barely let Amos finish talking before enthusiastically agreeing. His boss definitely viewed it as âprotecting the sad disabled Jewish girl from the big mean jocks that tried to jump her that past July,â instead of actually listening to anything that came out of Amosâ mouth, but frankly he was past the point of caring enough to be annoyed. His boss never came in this late, and neither did anyone else, so it was a win in his book.
Yellow, red.
Even when the animal mutilations turned into serial murders in the tiny town of Whitewater, working graveyard was a breeze. Technically he wasnât supposed to be working this late, especially not alone, but Buddy System be damned! Amos had propane and shitty off-brand chips to sell! Besides, it had been a whole two months since the murders began, and Amos hadnât so much as caught a glimpse of the so-called âWhitewater Ripper.â So, he closed up the store, shut off the lights, locked the door, and hopped on his bike to ride back to his house on the edge of town without a second thought.
Black, blue, purple, green.
He rode his bike along the highway past the soybean fields, completely barren save for him. There were no streetlights, only the dim light of the stars and half-moon, and the light on his bike. His headphones were busted, so there was no sound except for the wheels against the pavement. Not even the crickets sang.Â
Black, blue, purple, yellow.
Amos was crossing the bridge over the Whitewater River into town when a light caught his eye from beneath the bridge. Assuming it was freshmen smoking under the bridge, he barely turned his head before dismissing it. He was halfway across the bridge when the rock struck his front wheel, causing him to lose his balance and fall. Whispering curses, Amos sat up and looked around, finding not a rock, but a whole chunk of concrete lodged in the spokes. Okay, what the fuck. This wasnât him being clumsy; some asshole definitely threw that at him on purpose. He stood and turned on his phoneâs flashlight and walked to the railing. âHey man, whatâs your fucking problem?â He called out, leaning over the railing.
Blue, yellow.
He barely registered that something gripped his ankle before it yanked, sending him crashing onto the pavement, dropping his phone and hitting his head. He only had time to gasp before it pulled him off of the bridge and into the shallow water below.Â
Yellow.
Amos coughed and sputtered, splashing and stumbling to his feet, blinking through the throbbing in his skull and the sudden yellow light. Then, he saw it. A woman a few inches taller than him, completely naked, dusty white skin clinging to her bones and wet greasy yellow hair tied in a tangled ponytail. She didnât hold a light, she was the light, her entire skeleton glowing neon yellow through her skin as she stood there, legs bent and crooked like she didnât know to stand. She stared at him and she smiled, a big, toothy grin illuminating her face, corners of her too-large mouth pinned to her ears. She began to laugh, and Amos ran.
Yellow, yellow, yellow.
Amos stumbled through the ankle-high water, letting out a cry of panic as he stepped off the concrete platform, the water suddenly coming up to his knees. He made for the bank, hoping, praying that if he made it back to the road, this thing wouldnât follow him into town. She laughed, louder. A hand seized the back of his hair.
Red, blue.
He was shoved down into the water, splitting his forehead open on the rocks.
Red.
He pushed himself back up, gasping for air.
Red, red, red.
It bashed his head into the rock, over, and over, and over.
Red, red, red.
His eye caught a jagged corner of a rock. He screamed, only to be muffled by the water as he was shoved back under.
Red, red, red.
This was how he was going to die.
Black.
He remembered when the angel first fell into his backyard, the dazzling kaleidoscope it left as it streaked across the sky and plummeted down, down into the earth.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple.
Its body was alabaster white, limbs scattered across the lawn, the charred outline of wings burnt into the grass and glowing.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple.
He remembered watching as it opened its eyes, all of them, streaked diagonally across its body, glowing that same neon yellow. He remembered watching it string itself back together, like a ball-jointed doll with invisible joints, air between body between arm between elbow between hand.
Yellow.
It wasnât the same yellow. The angel was good. The angel was kind. The angel was strange, and frightening, but not like this. The angel ate the cicadas in the yard, not the bone marrow from his body.
Red.
Dear G-d, this was how he was going to die. They were going to find him on the bank, ripped open and discarded like a candy wrapper.
Black.
Amos didnât feel the Whitewater Ripper tear his flesh. Instead, he felt the cushion of the chair, the leather of the upholstery. He didnât smell the blood, only tobacco.
Black, brown, grey.
He opened his eye to find himself in what looked like a 1920âs jazz lounge. What an odd way for his life to flash before his eyes. He had seen the inside of the town bar before, but it didnât look like this.
Black, white.
âWhat a nasty little thing. Sorry about your eye, by the way. Not much I could really do about that.â A voice, low and smooth, came from his left. In another armchair sat a tall, handsome man with smooth black skin like obsidian and piercing white pupils. He was dressed in a simple black suit, and his locs were braided down his back. âYou look tense. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, youâll be here for a minute. Want something to drink?â He held out his hand, and a glass of dark liquor materialized in it.
âG-d?â Amos finally stuttered out.
The man laughed. âNo, but I understand your confusion.â The whiskey glass disappeared as he stretched out his hand. âYou can call me Don.â
Hesitantly, Amos shook his hand. âIâm Amos.â
âI know. Good choice for a name, it suits you.â
ââŠAm I dead?â
âFor now.â
Amos fell silent.
Black, brown, white, grey.
Don took a drag of his cigar, and quietly sang along to the jazz playing from an unseen gramophone.
âWhere am I?â Amos asked.
âLimbo,â Don said. âDid a little bit of redecorating before you arrived, though. Thought my current decor would be a little overwhelming for you, so I downsized back to something a little more comfortable.â
âI donât understand.â
âIâd love to explain, but there isnât enough time left. Maybe next time.â
âWhat?â
White.
Amos woke up in a bed, staring up at white ceiling tiles and cringing in the sudden light. Something was beeping, and he opened his mouth to ask what it was, but all that came out was a sputtering cough that made his chest ache and his head pound. Suddenly there were voices shouting for him, and two more soft-spoken voices chiming in.
Red, blue.
His sisterâs head popped into view, eyes rimmed with red and still in her rumpled pajamas. She was talking, but Amos wasnât listening. A latex-gloved hand on her shoulder gently pulled her away to give him room to breathe.
Yellow, green.
His head rolled to the side, and he saw the angel sitting in a chair beside the hospital bed wearing one of his momâs sweaters. He stared into its yellow eyes, and it stared back, knowingly.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple.
His three friends flooded into the room, all still in their pajamas, crying and talking over one another. His friendâs mother and a man in blue followed behind, notepad and pen poised for questioning. Amos closed his eyes. All he knew was that it was time to quit his job.
#vaughn posts his original writing on tumblr.com not clickbait#wrote this for a class last semester using a prompt image of a bunch of colors#it was a zoomed in picture of something but idk what all I remember is that it reminded me of stained glass#fun fact this is a scene in Angel Static but I feel fine about spoiling this#Angel Static#Whitewater Ripper#Leoina#Amos Hayes#writer community#writeblr#creative writing#writblr#long post#urban fantasy#horror story#short story#horror author#death cw#blood cw#eye trauma cw#angels
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Mr Puzzles and Henry on a beach day !
#oc#smg4#smg4 fanart#mr puzzles smg4#mrpuzzles#mr puzzles#smg4 ocs#oc x canon#oc art#Stained Static#StainedStatic#height difference#HES SO FUCKING TALL#HENRY IS SO SMALL BRO#HENRY IS AN ADULT#SHORT ADULT#SMALL ADULT
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TPTM OCs that are in my brain but I will not share with the world (yet) save me...
#static girl and stained glass girl nobody gets you like I do. Because I am the only person who knows you exist#readme.txt
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had a dream my neighbor got a new big house and my family went over to celebrate her birthday and it turned out spamton was living in the bathroom and we were seeing if we could make it work romantically. i remember at one point he was in distress silently rolling on the floor with black-blue ink coming from his eyes and mouth and when i tried to wipe it up with a paper towel, what was left behind started to spell out ye lyrics. i looked at him unimpressed and he smiled, maybe coy or smug, and shrugged
#i would describe the fluid as oozing. he had the texture of a plush doll and his eyes and mouth were like they are on a doll#solid thin fabricâ no holesâ and the embroidery and pattern would change to roughly match his mouth sound shape (if it wasnt just static)#so the fluid just seeped through the fabric of his mouth and glasses and stained it somewhat. but when i looked and he smiled and shrugged#the stains were gone#anyway! i figured the post was better off short and sweet and id get into technical detail in the tags#not oozing. seeping.#ill reorder the tags on desktop later to put that after the first one. for now... one more hour of sleep please
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Below the cut is a template email to send to Edinburgh Pride regarding sponsorship from Aegon, who have investments linked to the genocide in Palestine. Please feel free to use this text or edit it and make it your own and send it to [email protected]
Dear Edinburgh Pride,
As a queer person living in Edinburgh, I was deeply saddened to learn that the march partner for Edinburgh Pride 2024 is Aegon.
In December 2023 the âDonât Buy Into Occupation Coalitionâ published a report that showed Aegon have US$564million invested via shares and bonds in companies operating in illegal settlements in Occupied Palestinian Territories. Source: https://dontbuyintooccupation.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/12/2023_DBIO-III-Report_11-December-2023.pdf
We are watching a live-streamed genocide every day - over 36,000 people in Palestine have been murdered by Israeli forces, including at least 15,000 children. The brutality of these atrocities are unthinkable, with evidence of torture and targeting of hospitals, ambulances and refugee camps.
We all have a responsibility to do what we can to end this genocide. As queer people, we are part of a rich history of resisting oppression and dehumanisation - of both ourselves and those we stand in solidarity with. Pride started as a protest against homophobia, transphobia and police violence. It is an important moment to come together as a community to celebrate queer joy and resilience.
But how can we celebrate using profits stained with the blood of our siblings in Palestine?
Aegon has $564million invested in companies that have been listed by the UN as âraising human rights concernsâ for their operations in illegal settlements in Occupied Palestinian Territories, In 1948, 750,000 Palestinian people were displaced from their homes and lands and since then, Israeli settlements have been used to spread this process of colonisation.
In addition to this figure, Aegon also has major investments in Eaton Corp Plc., who supply parts for helicopters and fighter jets to the Israeli military and have recently been the target of major protests at their factory in Dorset. They also invest in Amazon, who support the Israeli military with surveillance technology used against Palestians.
Israel has long used âpinkwashingâ as a tactic to justify the brutal repression of Palestinians, using queer people to legitimise this horrific violence. We refuse to allow this to be done in our name.
The tide is turning on companies like Aegon that profit from investments in the companies complicit in genocide. Recently, both Hay and Edinburgh Book Festival have dropped Baillie Gifford as a sponsor after over 800 authors called on them to divest from companies involved in Israel and the fossil fuel industry.
I ask that Edinburgh Pride:
Calls on Aegon to commit to divest from companies involved in supplying technology to Israel and operating in illegal settlements.
Drop Aegon as a sponsor until they are able to show evidence of divestment.
Publicly call for a ceasefire and a free Palestine.
There is no pride in genocide.
I look forward to hearing your response.
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Sources:
Investments in companies operating in illegal settlements https://dontbuyintooccupation.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/12/2023_DBIO-III-Report_11-December-2023.pdf
Investments in Eaton https://extranet.secure.aegon.co.uk/static/sxhub/pdf/client-pen-distribution.pdf
Investments in Amazon https://www.aegon.co.uk/content/dam/auk/assets/publication/fund-factsheet/standard_bkj9zs0.pdf
Israelâs pinkwashing: https://bdsmovement.net/pinkwashing
War on Gaza statistics: https://www.aljazeera.com/news/longform/2023/10/9/israel-hamas-war-in-maps-and-charts-live-tracker
Edinburgh book festival ends Baillie Gifford sponsorship: https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cm553zrr3e4o
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so you're taking care of your computer's software health. NICE! but what about its physical health?
because yes, computers do need the occasional real-world checkup to make sure that they're running well. but what exactly does that entail? i see many posts about maintaining software health: limit your browser tabs, ensure your antiviruses are working properly, so on and so forth, but checking the physical components is something i sparsely see discussed here.
so what's the deal with physical maintenance? well, have you ever had your computer hack and wheeze trying to keep up even if your OS and all your drivers are up to date and functioning? if you've never opened up your computer before, you may be shocked to find just how FILTHY it can get in there:
take a closer look at that snout dust! PTOOEY .. BLECKH
computers are much more likely to accumulate internal dust if they're sitting on the floor, and especially if they're near any vents and/or if you have pets.
ok, you've figured out how to open your device and now you're staring at the second coming of the dust bowl in your gaming rig. what now? let's explore some basic cleaning tips, deep cleaning pointers for your CPU/GPU, and tips to help keep maintain your computer's physical health in the future.
first of all, turn off your computer and unplug it (for my computer, i turn it off, turn off the PSU switch, unplug it, and then press the power button for about 30 seconds to drain the capacitors and minimize static risk)
generally, you're gonna want to have THESE items:
some sort of face mask (dust masks are best, but anything that'll help keep the harmful dust out of your lungs will generally work)
a can of compressed air (or an electric duster if you're ~fancy~. they look and function like turbo blowdryers)
a vacuum will be useful if there's a LOT of dust, best to use in combination with an anti-static cleaning kit
if you ARE gonna use a vacuum, spray every attachment you use with an anti-static spray. disturbing large amounts of dust creates a lot of static, and electronics are very sensitive to that.
it's never a bad idea to grab an grounding wristband as well, but as long as you wear loose clothes and always keep some part of your skin in contact with the case, you should be ok. (i don't know how much this applies to laptops and smaller devices, since the cases for those are typically plastic)
if there's staining (like from smoke) or there's more gunk caked on than you thought, you can gently clean electronic components with a brush/paper towel/microfiber and medical-grade isopropyl alcohol ONLY. do not use any other cleaning alcohols for this task.
before you do anything, TAKE THAT FUCKER OUTSIDE! always clean a dusty device where the wind can carry that shit away, because oh my GOD will it fuck up your lungs like crazy. (that, and compressed air cans have fluorocarbons in them, which isn't great to breathe in either)
most of the time, you'll probably be fine just using an air duster. for compressed air cans, spray the dirty surfaces in short bursts. an electric duster can be constantly blown. when dusting fans, make sure that you're holding the blades still as to not accidentally make them spin too fast (ESPECIALLY with an electric duster!), since that can damage the mechanism that makes them spin.
however, if there's a lot of dust, it may be better to give it a vacuuming first. anything from a handheld to a shop vac will work, and attachments with brushes on the end will help tons with loosening up even more dust. and of course ALWAYS make sure that you're spraying any attachments with anti-static spray, and keep a hand on the case of the computer to electrically ground yourself since the hose will be in contact with the internals.
if there's any left over, give it a blast with the duster.
in some rare cases, there may be some extra gunk caked onto the internals, and you may have to really get your hands in there or take components out individually. if you don't have an anti static wristband (the ones with an alligator clip) do your best to ALWAYS keep your skin in contact with the case as you're finagling around in there.
it's probably a good idea to have disposable gloves on for this. grab your isopropyl and towel of choice (microfiber is ideal, but dirtier PCs may need disposable paper/shop towels), soak it a little bit, and gently scrub off the gunk n' grime as needed.
with heat sinks specifically, since they're just big blocks of metal, they're the one part of a component that can be cleaned under water. if a dusting doesn't suffice, gently scrub it with a brush under warm, soapy water, rinse thoroughly, and let it dry on a towel for a few hours before reassembling it into the electronic components.
if there's still little bits stuck in the radiator fins, stick an isopropyl-soaked q-tip in there to push it out.
the dust settles, everything's put back together, and it's all clean in there again. YAY!!!!! but what if you're still experiencing temperature problems? well, it typically comes down to either the CPU or GPU:
IF ITS THE CPU: if you took off the cooler to clean it, then i hope you remembered to dab some fresh thermal paste on there. you should be replacing thermal paste few years, otherwise it dries out and loses its effectiveness.
the type you use makes a huge difference too; i like to use arctic's mx-4, it has excellent thermal conductivity while still being an electrical insulator, so spillover isn't a problem. if you go for a liquid metal compound, please do your research first, since some of them can run the risk of corroding the cooler pipes and/or the CPU's outer casing.
to replace thermal paste, make sure that the crusty old paste is sufficiently scrubbed off the contact points of both the CPU and cooler. again, use isopropyl for this. once it's all cleaned off, put about a pea-sized amount of paste on the CPU and carefully lower the cooler onto the mounting bracket before fastening it in place. (also it really doesn't matter how you put the paste on, as long as it ends up covering most of the contact area)
also if you're still using the cooler your CPU came with, you should probably get a better cooler. especially if you're doing gaming or using graphically/mathematically intensive software. sorry. the stock coolers that most CPUs come with are mid as hell. you can get a nice ARGB one for less than 20 USD i promise its worth it
IF ITS THE GPU: like CPUs, your graphics card also needs to have its thermal paste cleaned out and replaced every so often. but they also utilize a second thermal material called thermal pads. these are usually made of either silica gel or a very thick clay-like grease, and come in different thicknesses. my favoured pads are owltree's 12.8w grease pads, the assorted pack comes with enough for about 4-5 GPUs.
taking apart a GPU seems scary, and understandably so; they're incredibly expensive and hard-working pieces of technology! but i've done it twice now, and it's actually surprisingly simple (as long as you keep track of all the damn screws... im lucky there's a magnetized screw mat in the house i can use)
i recommend watching a deep clean/teardown video of the GPU model you have before digging into it yourself. generally, they separate into 4 distinct portions: the outer shell, the heatsink, the board, and the backplate.
the shell contains the fans and any possible RGB elements. it'll have 1-2 controllers plugged into the board, one for the fans and one for the lighting elements if there are any. once the case is unscrewed, unplug these connectors with a firm squeeze and tug.
these tend to be surprisingly dusty on the inside, so it's probably a good idea to blast it with a duster. again, make sure to hold the fans so they don't overspin. you can also remove the fans from the shell and clean them individually if you'd like.
the heatsink is BIG and heavy, and you can do all the same stuff here that you would with a CPU cooler heatsink. it may take a bit of effort to tug off if the thermal materials are really making it stick to the board. once it's off, scrub the old thermal paste, blast it with a duster, and wash under soapy water if needed before rinsing thoroughly and leaving it to dry for a while.
the backplate is just a flat piece of metal that protects the back side of the board. usually all this will need is a simple wipedown.
the board is where all the magic happens, and will usually have a layout that's something like this:
clean up as needed; gently scrub off old thermal paste, scrape off the old thermal pads (but take close note of how thick they are so you can replace them with the correct pads), and brush/wipe down the dust and grease on each side as needed. take care to avoid touching the PCIe connector too much (the bar of golden pins that juts out from the bottom)
thermal padding varies from card to card (i recommend checking thermal pad placements for your gpu in water cooling guides, even if you're not doing water cooling) but it's typically gonna be on THESE spots:
the VRAM chips surrounding the die (main chip) along with the small black chips next to the capacitors will require thermal pads the most. cut each one to size, carefully peel off the plastic films, and press each piece onto the chips.
now you can grab your thermal paste and put some on that big shiny die. now take your freshly pasted/padded board and CAREFULLY lower it back onto the heatsink. i highly suggest having a good source of lightning for this, since shifting around the pieces too much trying to get them to align properly can displace the thermal pads and mess with how the paste spreads.
screw the heatsink tight to the board, and double check to make sure that the pads and paste are snug against the heat sink. now put the backplate and shell back on and BAM YOU'RE DONE! with the paste and pads i used, i was able to bring down the temperature of my cards by a good 10-15 °C.
ok you've done all this deep cleaning shit and your computer is happy and healthy. what can you do for your computer's health in the future?
DUST AT LEAST ONCE A YEAR. haul that thang outside and spray that shit out to stop it from building up for too long.
KEEP IT OFF THE FLOOR. if you can, of course, not everyone has the desk room for it. computers accumulate dust easier when they're close to the floor. if you do need to keep it on the floor, you might have to dust it every 6-8 months rather than once a year.
AND STOP PUTTING YOUR LAPTOPS ON SOFT SURFACES I SWEAR TO GOD
GET A FAN CONTROLLER. motherboards are DOGSHIT at maintaining fan speeds!!!! there are physical fan hubs that use controller software, but if you can't afford that, fancontrol by rem0o is a stellar software-only option.
IF YOU DON'T ALREADY HAVE CASE FANS, GET THEM. the number of fans depends on the motherboard form factor your case can accommodate (ATX cases typically have 6-8), but having that air circulation is very important to maintaining ideal temperatures. arctic makes fantastic budget-friendly fans.
IF YOU HAVE AN NVMe HARD DRIVE: please put an aluminum heat sink on that thang. they get toasty :(
OK THATS IT I THINK. if anyone else has tips they wanna add, go right on ahead. ok thank you bye your computer will love you
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GETTING CAUGHT IN THE MOMENT⊠LIPSTICK ON YOUR FACE
â alastor + lucifer + vox getting caught with lipstick stains all over themâŠ
â generally gn!reader. guys can wear lipstick too smh
hehe i got a new lip tint (˶âŸá· â»Ì« âŸá·
Ë”) maybe alastorâs part is a little self-projected
â alastor
alastor himself isnât one for physical affection. in fact, the thought itself makes him feel dirty. someone elseâs skin against his⊠eughâŠ
though, when it came to you, he couldnât keep his hands to himself; hands clawing and playing with your hair, wrapping his arms around your neck, pinching your cute cheeks, holding your hand⊠itâs almost as if heâd double-die without you near!
and the only thing heâd enjoy more than that would be having his affection reciprocated; interlocking your arm with his, a surprise hug from behind, a kiss on the cheek, they are all more than appreciated! especially the thing about kissingâŠ
a kiss from you is simply just exhilarating. the suddenness yet sweetness of it, itâs truly the purest form of love, regardless of if itâs familial, romantic, or platonicâ itâs the purest expression of your love for another person.
so, just imagine alastorâs reaction to your new lipstick, strawberry red to give your lips a glossy color, yet still light enough to appear natural. the pretty hue of red complimenting your face features perfectly by giving it the color it needs as to not appear pale.
absolutely gorgeous. so confusing how a simple amount of color could make you look as if you were an angel from heaven itself. you quite literally took his breath away from just applying a new lipstickâŠ
at some point, alastor had reached some sort of limit when he finally caved into his inner desires, bringing you to a secluded place in the hotel, his hands moving to your hips and hair.
he couldnât wait any longer to place his lips on yourâs, your lipstick smearing all over his thin lips. kissing him from his cheeks to his jawline, leaving light pink stains all over his skin.
he groaned at the feeling of wet lipstick all over his face, and at the same time reveled in the ways you are telling everyone that the only one who could see the radio demon in such a needy and doe-like state would be you; heâd be yours to fool around with, and yours to do however youâd see fit. just as you are hisâ no one elseïżœïżœs. the smeared lipstick on the side of your lips should send that as a statement enough to whatever lowlife hooligan would even attempt to sweep you off your feet.
when the two of you had returned, it was a strange sight to say the least⊠alastorâs face and jaw covered with pink lips, and you with your lipstick smudged and smeared off your lips, instead all over you neck.
âwell, uh⊠you two look like âya had lotâsa funâŠâ angel said monotonously, awkwardly trying to keep up conversation. âohh, most certainly!â alastor grinned, his transatlantic accent popping through the radio static.
he knows he couldâve wiped it off⊠he has a handkerchief in his back pocket, he couldâve easily saved himself that awkward conversation.
but, he didnât.
could you blame him? he wants all of hell to know that both you and him off-limits for good.
â lucifer
when many imagine the king of hell, itâs hard to think heâd be a social piranha. the same case had gone for you.
who knew lucifer was still as pure of heart as he was during his time in heaven? and who knew heâd fall for someone so easily after the sudden disappearance of his wife?
when he saw you, it was practically love at first sight! your big eyes, your shiny hair, and those big pretty lips of yours that he just wanted to kiss so badlyâŠ
he listened carefully as charlie introduced you to him, trying to remember every detail about you and every feature on your face, stuttering over his words once it was time to speak for himself.
and somehow, despite his meekness towards you and your awkwardness whenever he was around, you two ended up in a relationshipâ with the help of vaggie and charlieâs meddling in pushing you two together.
the two of you loved each other, of course⊠but it was always hard to express. the only way lucifer knew how to show his love was through his presence and gifts. he wasnât hellâs greatest kisser, but he tries.
and, todayâ it was your 5 month anniversary⊠quite a long time, the hotelâs been good so far, no major threats other than one of cherri bombâs occasional explosions. and because of how long itâs been, you decided to do something a little special⊠put on some relatively expensive clothes and make-up your face a little bit.
when lucifer saw you all dolled up, he was honestly a little stunned. lips as red as an apple, hair as soft as silk, the words were stuck in his mouth. âw- er- wow..! iâm not dressed up or anythingâ agh, this is awkward..â lucifer muttered. âhey, itâs ok⊠this was a surprise for you, yâknow?â you said, comforting him slightly.
âyou look⊠stunning todayâ he smiled, carefully putting down his anniversary present for you on his work desk, still wrapped in a red ribbon. he made his way to you, hands making their way to your cheeks to softly cup them as he gently leaned into you for a kiss.
he released a breath he didnât know he had been holding as you kissed his face all over, as if healing the wounds of his past with his present. his banishment into hell, lilithâs abandonment, they all didnât matter anymore, you are the present and the future.
he wrapped his arms around your waist in a hug as he kissed your forehead, the residual lipstick from his lips smeared onto you.
lucifer laughed awkwardly before using his finger to carefully rub off the pink stains on your forehead. âhaha⊠câmon, i got a dinner reservation in the lust ring tonightâŠâ he laughed, interlocking his arm with yours.
âdonât you wanna take off that lipstick on your face first?â you raised an eyebrow at him. âi mean⊠i dont minddd⊠so, itâs only if you wanna take if offâ his eyes wandered, his cheeks growing flustered âhmm⊠nah. i want everyone to know you belong to me now.â you grinned mischievously.
and when the two of you walked out of the hotel lobby, charlie went to wish you a safe trip and happy anniversary before she noticed the stains on her dadâs face. âerr⊠dad..? you gotta a little something thereâŠâ charlie muttered as she pointed all over his face. âah..? yeah, i knowâ he laughed it off, proudly showing off to hell how hopelessly devoted he is to you.
â vox
vox was a busy man. from having many public appearances, to coming up with new ideas for voxtek, to putting out valentinoâs temper tantrums, he barely had the time for romance.
barely. he loved you, truly. he keeps you dear to his heart, no matter how busy heâd be, vox would still make time for you late at night.
everyone had known you, why wouldnât they? youâre the partner of one of the most influential overlords in hell, thatâs a feat that is amazing to accomplish, dating vox in itself has made you into a sort of local celebrity; causing you to be invited to many galas, parties, and occasional raves.
and tonight happened to be the night of one of those parties. zestial had invited you to a formal dinner party, an all star guest list filled by many of the goetic princes, various overlords in hell, and other local hellborns such as verosika mayday.
âplease, voxxx? just this once, itâs only like 3 hours!â you grumble as your apply a coat of ruby red over your lips, checking your appearance in the bathroom mirror. âi canât.. i have a 5:00 with val and velvette, then after that, a board meeting about new gadgets to releaseâŠâ vox groaned, already pissed about the day ahead.
âfine then, your loss.â you pouted, rolling your eyes as you left the bathroom and into the bedroom. âholy shitâŠâ vox sighed out. âyou look⊠really good, my love.â he walked over to you, his hands moving to your body, outlining the clothesâ stitching as he recognized it to be the one he had custom-made for you.
your hands rested on voxâs shoulders, forcibly making him lean over a bit before leaving various kiss stains all over his screen.
vox visibly tensed as his screen started glowing a bright teal, showing his clear embarrassment as pink smudges fogged his screen.
his breath heaved as his hands moved all around your body, desperate to find some kind of relief to his pent-up stress.
ending your kiss attack all too soon on his lips, you pulled away, your lips slightly pale now as you grinned at him. âspend the day looking like that and iâll give you more after workâ you winked, taking your belongings and leaving out the door, leaving a flustered vox in your bedroom, covered with lipstick stains.
âvox⊠the fuck is going on with your face?â velvette snarled. âit looks as if you got fucking mauled by a bear pretending to be a woman.â she yelled, her british accent making her trip over some consonants.
vox sighed, hearing valentino mutter some sort of dirty comparison of vox to a prostitute. âinstead of focusing on me, why donât you put your efforts into our agenda today?â vox frowned, his tone clearly saying that heâs holding himself back from releasing a flood of curses onto the twoâŠ
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