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[tiny-maus-boots]

Darkest of Nights pt 19

Happy valentine's day, nerds.

Beca

All in all it hadn’t been the worst first meeting of the parents. At least. She didn't think it went that badly. Beca didn't really have anything to compare it to since there had never been anyone in her life to warrant a meeting of the folks before now.

She had learned a few things from them, however. Important things that had eased her mind being in the heart of a vampire stronghold.

The first being that every vampire there had defied the council in some way to protect or hide werefolk, humans, and fae to escape the Blood Guard. That counted for a lot in her book and forced her to change the way she was viewing vampires in general. Not that she truly trusted any of them besides Chloe and Aubrey but they had a stake in this fight for their own freedom.

All of them were as good as dead if the Council were to find them now. The necromancer pondered this as she turned on the shower to a deliciously warm spray and stepped under it. She sighed as she considered everything else she had heard too.

They would be safe there but only for a time. The blood guard would track them down eventually and all those vampires were now just sitting targets. Einar promised that every last one would fight for their lives but would they fight for hers?

Beca didn't think so. It wasn’t anything against them really. They didn't know her, and they were scared of what she could do to them. What she had done to them already. It weighed heavily on her as she lathered her hair and worked out the grit, sweat, and dried blood.

It didn't hurt. The necromancer frowned and gingerly touched all over her scalp but she couldn’t find any wounds that had occurred during her struggle with Billy Bob Pimp. Or the blast in the crypt. Her fingers trailed down her neck to brush over the delicate marks where Chloe had sunk fangs into her. There was no scabbing, only the smooth, slightly raised skin of scar tissue.

The brush of her fingertips over the bite marks caused a rush of heat to burn its way from her neck to parts decidedly lower and she had to inhale quickly to stifle the moan before it could slip past her lips.

Beca leaned against the cool tiled wall and focused on breathing. That was new. Not exactly unpleasant newness, but definitely unexpected. When she was sure her knees wouldn't buckle under her, she pushed off the wall and hurried through the rest of her shower looking for wounds that had already healed to unmarred flesh.

Finally wrapped in a luxuriously plush robe courtesy of Chloe, she leaned forward and looked into the mirror. No cuts, no bruises, no marks. Except for Chloe’s bite she was back to her usual resting bitch face with none the wiser about what she had just been through. Nothing had changed but she knew she was a different creature entirely than the woman who had been abducted from her caravan days..or weeks before. Honestly she wasn't even sure how much time had passed. It felt like a lifetime.

“Beca? Are you okay in there?”

She pulled back from the mirror at the knock and tightened her grip on the soft white terry cloth at her neck like the literal robe clutching prude that she was. Beca shuffled to the door and opened it a crack to peek out. Aubrey hovered just outside the door full of concern and holding a folded stack of clothes.

“What’s all that?”

“Chloe’s wardrobe is a little more…colorful than your usual style but I did find some things you might v-vibe with?”

God, did she have to be so fucking adorable all the time? Beca smiled and opened the door wider. “Still figuring out what the cool kids say, huh?”

“I feel as though I’m speaking a new language comprised of words I already know but no longer understand the meaning of.”

Aubrey handed over the folded stack of clothes with a soft frustrated sigh. It was hard to reconcile this gentle and confused woman with the crazed ax wielding demon vampire she knew the blonde could be.

“Well you're doing great. And you look like you feel better.”

The blonde gave a slight nod and self consciously brought her hand up to the side of her face that had been burned. There wasn't even a hint of redness now.

“Thanks to you. You seem to have healed as well.”

Aubrey reached out a tentative hand and grazed a fingertip along her jaw, tipping her head to the light. A cool hand cupped her cheek and Beca leaned into it. It was an almost perfect feeling standing there together. The air around them shifted as Chloe’s body filled the space beside them. Her pale arms slid around Beca and Aubrey, closing the circuit between them. Now it was perfect.

Power hummed up around them without the intensity they had called up in the van. This was something much softer and it swirled and eddied around them as though they were caught in a current. Their connection wasn't just magic that flowed between them, it was a part of each of them bound together in a way mere bodies could never achieve.

And the Council would never let them have this. Not without a fight.

Beca sighed and pulled back only enough to look at the two vampires. Now that she had whatever this was she intended to keep it. And as much as she wanted to sink into Chloe’s bed with them and do things that absolutely would get them arrested in several states and totally murdered by the Blood Guard, she knew they needed to plan.

“Can we talk?”

Chloe’s arms dropped from around them in resignation and Beca felt a tiny stab of rejection through their connection. The redhead mastered her tone and smiled just as airily and bright as always and it made Beca wonder how many times Chloe had done that before for her. Always accepting the rejection and only offering a teasing smile in return.

“Of course Bec. I'm sure you'd like to set up some ground rules for us…”

Confusion furrowed her brow at that. Rules? Beca opened her mouth but closed it with a click as she eyed them carefully.

“Wait…rules?”

“For our behavior.” Came Aubrey’s prompt reply.

“For your behavior?”

She felt like a parrot just repeating back what she was being told but her brain couldn't seem to wrap itself around what was being suggested. Chloe took pity on her and gestured vaguely around the apartment.

“So you'll feel safe here with us. We won't bite. We promise.”

Beca couldn't explain the way that made her feel. It was in their nature to bite. To feed. To take because they could. And yet for her, they would resist. Had resisted for days even with her leaking blood like a sieve after every injury.

“Oh Chlo…” How did she even begin to explain to them that biting wasn't even on her list of concerns? Beca reached out and took Chloe’s hand in her own, drawing her in closer. “I don't need you, either of you, to follow rules to make me feel safe. I trust you. Safe words for kink on the other hand…well we can get to that later.”

Chloe’s smile was slow and wide and Beca definitely felt her heart do flip flop things she hadn’t felt before. The redhead gave her a quick peck on the cheek and nudged her back into the bathroom.

“Put some pants on, Necromancer, or that talk is going to happen sooner than you think.”

Beca grinned and shut the door on them so she could dress. Not that she needed the privacy but she also didn't want to tempt Chloe into mounting her. Yet.

When she came out Aubrey was predictably hovering with nervous tension by the door.

“If not our behavior then what do you wish to speak to us about?”

Beca took in Aubrey’s small frown of confusion and reached out her free hand to the blonde and led her to bed where Chloe was patiently waiting. It felt better touching them both and she settled in between them, content to just be held.

“Our plan. Which seems like a stupid topic when we're all canoodled up like this. How are you warm right now?”

Chloe giggled at Aubrey’s obvious discomfort at the question and Beca was surprised to see a faint blush rise to the otherwise porcelain skin.

“We fed while you were showering. Aubrey is just a little embarrassed about breaking the fridge.”

“It was an accident.”

“You were drunk.”

Beca's eyes went wide. “Do I want to know?”

“She thought the stainless steel fridge was a can of sardines.”

“It has no handle! I didn’t know how to open it! What kind of contraption has a sealed door with no discernible handle?”

It started as a Muttley snicker that turned into a full on belly laugh that she couldn't seem to stop. Every overwrought nerve she had released its tension and she laughed until she could barely breathe and her sides hurt.

And they let her. Without her needing to explain why her hysterical laughter had turned to uncontrollable sobs. They simply held her between them and weathered the storm of Beca’s emotions with gentle kisses and soothing caresses.

“I'm sorry.”

“For having emotions? Bec, you're totes allowed to have all of the feels right now. You've been through a lot, we all have.”

Beca rubbed her face with both hands and sat up a little bit straighter. Having a break down was a luxury they couldn't really afford. After a second she was able to pull her wits together and face Chloe and Aubrey who were sitting there looking at her like…

The necromancer lifted her head prepared to see at the very least the shadow of cringe in their eyes. But she only found compassionate understanding from beings she never before thought capable of any such thing. It almost started another round of inexplicable crying and she had to look away quickly and clear her throat.

“Thanks. For you know, whatever.”

Aubrey’s head tipped to the side as she considered Beca carefully. She was sure the blonde ws secretly reading her mind with that assessing gaze.

“What? Is…is there something on my face or?”

“I would like to kiss you now.”

It started a sputtering laugh out of her and Beca found herself subconsciously stroking a thumb over spot on her arm that Aubrey fed from. Chloe's gaze tracked the movement and her lips pulled into a slow smile.

“I think we both would like to kiss you now.”

Beca opened her mouth to argue that they needed to plan their next steps, to prepare for the war they would bring to the Council but Aubrey’s warm hand cupped her jaw and gently guided her forward into a gentle kiss. The connection between them swelled at the first brush of lips against her own and it stole her breath away.

She pulled back and blinked owlishly at the blonde as she tried to order her thoughts and regain her focus. The necromancer cleared her throat and opened her mouth again. This time it was Chloe that guided her into a kiss and once again she was swallowed by a wave of magic and emotion so intense she could only make a helpless needy sound until the vampire pulled away.

“Okay rude.”

Aubrey’s brow furrowed in confusion. It was clearly not the reaction she had expected. Beca could feel another laugh starting to bubble up and tugged Aubrey forward into a smiling kiss.

“I didn't tell you to stop, Horny.”

They could wait to plan. Right? The Bloodguard couldn't be that close to finding them that they couldn't take some time for them….right? Chloe’s hand slid over her thigh and flicked her tongue teasingly over the scar she had left on Beca's neck. Fire shot down her spine and settled between her legs. Well. She was probably totally going to die anyway so why not go out with a bang?

[dogandesighn]

("abstract desighn" Leggings for Sale by Dogandesighn gönderdi)

[jackhkeynes]

Mashick

Mashick (Borlish Mascic /maˈxɪk/, Nawat Maishī'co /maiˈʃiːʔ.ko/, Mashick Arabic المشيق · al-Mashīq) is a polity in Lower Mendeva [Mexico and Central America] and in fact by land area the largest polity in all of Mendeva [North America]. At its greatest extent the then-Empire stretched as far northwest as Mivock [northern California].

History

Morrack [Moroccan] vessels of the New World Company established trading relations in the late fifteenth century with the relatively-new Mashick Empire, which at that time was much more geographically restricted. The next decades saw many Novomundine crops make their way across the Atlantic from Mashick, including tashban and shockle [vanilla and chocolate].

Mashick (and, to the south, Tavancy [the Inca]) served as bases for exploration of Mendevan lands. Fleets charted as far afield as the Ax [southern Alaska and the Aleutian islands], and Mashick was used to exercise control over parts of the Arcabil [Caribbean] and their growing riches.

Nineteenth-century Mashick was one of the hotbeds of the nascent political philosophy of Ubiquity. It lagged behind British Mendeva in the adoption of the new morals of the Household Renovation, although by the early twentieth century it had caught up (unlike the more regressive New Provence).

The Lovic [Pacific] Wars of the 1920s and 30s saw the first major bombing campaigns on civilian targets, including many cities in Mashick like Moshtar [~San Francisco]. The unrest and economic downturn following these wars, more than actual military losses, led to Mashick losing significant parts of its northern territory.

In the modern day Mashick is a major food exporter. Droughts in the late 1960s led to reduced amback and mause [mango and banana] supplies and sharply rising prices for these fruits in the Vetomund [Old World].

People

Mollam Bushta (fl. c19), composer remember for his pieces featuring the torriot [~bassoon] and an ally of the early Deviance movement.

Yollamaniza Elcabir (fl. 1943), spy and later author of La te Hozuho Sineton (No Slumber Will Seize Him). The work's depiction of Mashick's Ministry for Knowledge was revealing enough that he was forced to flee the country to avoid arrest.

Tazim Gennun (fl. 1823), author of short story 'The Witch of Tebjacka'.

Sólin Izcoál (fl. c18, Latinised as Solinus Iscovalis and known in Merch as Iscoval), the life scientist who first expounded a scientific account of evolution. He is responsible for the terms 'Iscovalian variation' [evolution by natural selection] and 'living web' [ecosystem].

Poshack Nerwaman (fl. 1848), famed lady explorer whose written accounts remained popular works of writing into the twentieth century.

[titans-thoughts]

Shredding Psychohistory

So, thanks to @hood-ex, I had to write this, because there is much of Lloyd de Mause's work which is, simply not factually true. (No relation to the fictional field of Asimov's Foundation series, though they share some similarities.)

So, where to begin? Perhaps the dearth of actual academic departments of psychohistory. (There are none. Partially because they can't decide if it belongs in Psychology or in History, and partially because de Mause is a Freudian at the end of the day. More on that in a bit.)

So, Freud, psychoanalysts are very reverent toward their founder. Freud believed in recapitulation theory (long-discredited among developmental biologists), so psychoanalysts must believe in recapitulation theory. (In particular, Freud viewed the Oedipal/Electra as recapitulating a patricidal past.) De Mause similarly sees postpartum depression as proof of an infanticidal past, and babysitters as proof of a past of outsourcing care of one's children, including pederasty.

Beyond this, Freud is solid gold to psychoanalysts, except, apparently, that part where Freud viewed homosexuality as harmless and incurable; many psychoanalysts offered quack cures to homosexuality. To his credit, and I will credit him when he is right, broken clocks and all, I haven't seen any evidence of de Mause offering such. De Mause himself says Leonardo da Vinci had visions of vultures; this is Freud's conflation of two parts of da Vinci's notes, one being a vision of a swallow and another part about vultures. (But in Freud's work, all birds are phallic symbols; there are so many Indo-European "avian" names for the penis, after all. In English, we have "cock" and "robin". Spanish has "polla". And so on in that manner.)

The simplest problem with de Mause was his hostility to peer review, regarding anyone who disagreed with him in the slightest, even on factual matters such as if children were being sacrificed to Satan in a hidden basement in a daycare center (Hey, sound familiar, anyone? Sound like Pizzagate?) and the children themselves said they were sacrificed. (Yeah, literally, the children told stories of being ritually murdered, but they're better because Jesus showed up and fixed everything. By the way, no one saw the absurdity of this until 1989, over a decade after the first claims of Satanic ritual abuse.)

The absurdities didn't end there. Per de Mause, Japanese women publicly masturbate their sons (gleaned from pages of Jungle King Tar-chan and its phallic humor), but it's a huge secret. (Apparently those two things being incompatible never came to mind.) World War I wasn't caused by imperial rivalries, nor was Nazi Germany (which de Mause conflates with World War I) caused by the culture of antisemitism in Europe; instead, it was all because of German and Austrian parenting practices.

This is actually not new for psychoanalysts. Erikson drew on secondhand reports about Luther's life in his biography of Martin Luther. And we already covered Freud, da Vinci, and vultures.

So, what do we have? People who trust the words of deviants, the words of very alive self-styled murder victims, plenty of quote mining, second-hand sources (at best), and outright fabrication. We have very discredited theories, urban legend, and conspiracy theories. I have to give psychohistory an F, but I could see how it was popular in the cult-obsessed 70s.

[janumun]

Fortissimo (IkeVamp Mozart - NSFW)

Pairing: Mozart/Female Reader Rating: NSFW/18+

Tags: (mild) jealousy, spanking, fingering, getting down and dirty in the piano room Summary: Mozart instructs you in the art of perfecting a piano concerto, for an audience of one.

As requested a millennia ago, by @cinnatwisted​. Thank you very much, Cinna, I hope you enjoy this drabble ❤️ I have been feeling particularly bite-y for some Mozart 🤣🤣 and seeing how it is his birthday month, now is as good a time as any to write something for this talented, horny musician. 

Long, nimble digits skate electric across exposed flesh; the skin of your back left vulnerable within the lavender dress that swathes your body. The tremble of each breath inhaled settling heavy and winding within your chest; nipples hardened long beneath silk, as Mozart’s fingers now instruct the posture of your back — firm and just as determined. “Your hands have stopped moving.”

Concentration upon the keys of the piano in front’s the last thing on mind. Another feather sweep of his fingers across your stiff shoulders sends your digits down upon the keys on reflex; a botched note sounding loud and dissonant within the music room.

Keeping out of sight as he is, you barely catch the pull of that taut mouth at the edge of your vision — distracting — into a smile soft, transient, before it is gone, replaced just as fast with the cool of his voice as he instructs, “Stand up.”

And when you comply, that guiding touch at your back turns insistent, pressing you forwards into a bow. Fingers skating up the skin of your thigh, dragging fabric along, as if a caress, you’re almost deceived until—

You hear the sound of flesh striking flesh a second before you feel the sting of it as well, against your buttocks; Mozart’s palm tracing the shape of you before his fingers dig into the flesh, harsh and you whimper. “Your sounds are crude still, meine liebe. Surely you can’t be thinking of performing this poorly at the Comte’s banquet.”

“It���s… mm… entirely your fault. You’ve done nothing but tease me since we got here, Wolf.” And although the accusation topples off your tongue with ease, you don’t refuse the pull of that inviting heat at your back, pressing your ass back, just that little bit, until it slides hot against the hard ridge you feel digging into fabric.

A sound of disapproval leaves his throat a second, his fingers digging into the flare of your hips once more, holding firm. Before he brings down his palm onto you in another harsh strike and you moan out loud, unable to hold onto any semblance of propriety this time round. His voice sounds harsh, heavy, burdened with the lust of his own desires — you catch mischief plucking at it — as he speaks, “And after I offered to accompany you… what an ungrateful student I have on my hands.”

Part of you is aware; how Mozart teases and prods at you far more than he usually would, and certainly not at a time when you wished to play the piano with him and you wonder… if your current predicament does not stem from jealousy on your lover’s part. For you had agreed to the Comte’s personal request to play for an audience at his banquet; rather than his hiring another far skilled musician for the occasion, you were sure le Comte was more than capable of arranging.

The graze of fingertips against your most sensitive spot before Mozart presses in the pad of his thumb against your clit wrenches you sharp out of wandering thoughts and you buck against him, almost mindless. Realizing the extent of damp satin, the slick in between your thighs makes you shudder each time he tests a finger against the fabric, inarticulate sounds tumbling out each time his fingers move to dip, in pantomime, into your slit. “You’re drenched, mause. Did you enjoy being reprimanded like that?” His breath’s a hot, pleased whisper against your ear; the smile you feel tugging against his mouth before it pulls the lobe of your ear to relish against a hot tongue.

Mouth falling open in a soundless moan, you feel coveting fingers tuck aside your panties to press direct against your aching slit, your walls clenching as soon as Mozart inserts the pad of his index, fingernail dragging torturous against you. He withdraws, much to your agony; you watch him sweep the digit back against parted lips. Pink tongue sweeping out to taste you against himself. “Süße.”

Eyes, the color of amethyst, colored vicious by lust, hold yours without mercy before you jerk back against him with the sudden intrusion of him back at your entrance; lithesome fingers sinking in easy, yours walls clamping around him, greedy, until he’s buried deep up to his knuckles. 

Sucking kisses into flushed skin, teeth closing around and tugging at the flesh of your sensitive neck as he thrusts relentless into you. His own breaths, turning labored with each wet squelch of you around him. “Sing for me once more, meine liebe.”

And so, you do.

End Notes: Thank you for reading!

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[crystalfoxxie]

My brain offers me story ideas in scenes I play in my mind. But they're given to me randomly, and I have to write them while fresh

So here's a concept scene I guess?

I want in the story for the times that Spamton is acting strange, and looking around the old machine, he cancels Tasque Manager's memory processing during her sleep mode, making her miss all of the signs and staying the comforting, cheerful friend he's grown comfortable with at his side.

He'd hang out with her while she trains her Tasques and Mause Hunts on his break, gossipping about interviews to her and the guys he probably had a chance with, and her attending said intervies and ad displays with glee and more or less just enjoying his company.

Swatch would see hints and signs, but without Tassy's confirmation, they don't chase the suspicion soon enough. When Spamton gets ahold of the machine, Swatch has no choice but to punch him out of it, regretfully knocking him through and into the acid pit.

They didn't mean to push that hard. They trembled, running to the edge to look and wincing in horror and the gurgling screeches from their friend.

"Spammy?!" The shrill voice box echoed down the hall as Tasque Manager rounded the corner to his screams for help.

She sprinted over with a set of wide eyes to the pool, but was caught by Swatch's hand. They held her still for barely half a second, before she rounded on them with an intense glare and a pointed finger, "WHAT WERE YOU DOING?? STAY HERE! DON'T MOVE A STEP CLOSER!!"

"What are you doing!?" They questioned, eyes wide with worry as the Tasque trainer ripped herself from their grasp and made a breakneck sprint for the pit, ending in a leap that sunk her out of sight.

The corvid ran after her, screeching to a halt at the edge as they tried to see past the green sludge that gleamed hotly against their face, staring and watching for any movement beyond the bubbles that rose in bursts, "No, no, no, please, no- I-" they choked and glanced around frantically, pulling one of the diamonds from their chest, it expanding into a wider tab that rang through to Queen.

"oh, swatch," the robotic royalty answered, her usual monotone smile shifting to confusion as she examined them, "your face looks longer than usual," she commented, head tilted, but her scan of the situation was cut short as the head butler removed their glasses and grasped the tab with a hand.

"I… Tasque Manager she… Spamton is… they're… I.." they cracked and trembled over the multiple ways to possibly start a report like this, before finally breaking as tears worked their way out of Swatch's eyes, "Mom, I need your help… Please..!" They blubbered, dipping their head low to wipe their face and wetting their feathers before a glance up proved the royal no longer on call.

With a crackling screen of snowy static replying to them, Swatch scrambled back to the edge to watch, begging silently.

Tasque Manager could feel the fizzling of her pale metallic body as the acid ate away at her, the cat woman squinting through the green pool that soon reduced her right visual lense to a "CONNECTION LOST" screen.

'Urgh… come on… come on I'm almost there…' she pleaded to her own corrosion as she swam towards the black and white fuzzy dot she could barely make out.

With a few good pushes, she managed to place herself behind Spamton before her left leg detached at the hip, making her last kick the one that sealed her alone down there. She cupped her floating hands under her best friend, pushing him towards the surface with her electromagnetism, 'please make it, Spammy…' she requested of him silently, wishing to offer him a final hug but not willing to give him extra moments of burning.

As she watched him rise to the coordinates she set for the edge she jumped from, Tasque Manager began to push down the rising flutter of fear dragging at the heavy knot in her chest, 'I… I'm okay with this…' She thought silently as her left lense disconnected, leaving her with a dark set of error screens, 'My friends are going to be safe and happy… and they'll have… good memories… right?' she began to trail off, feeling her cooling fans choking and stopping with a few twitches as the acid flooded her system.

Suddenly, a little blue window appeared in front of her.

"Q5U4EX7YY2E9N Would Like to Request a Data Transfer. Do you Accept?"

'... Y… yes…'

Swatch waved their left hand in pain, hissing as they stared wide-eyed at the salesman they'd pulled from the pit, the green, corrosive slime melting their feathers away from the wrist down, "Where is she…?" they questioned quietly, their voice trembling as they glanced back to the pool, begging to see more than the pair of hands that they'd lifted Spamton from, "Please… please… you can do it, you have to make it…" they whimpered, resting on their knees at the edge with their left hand tucked under their other arm, "Tassy you have to…"

The butler's frantic search was cut short as the clack of heels at their side pulled their attention to Queen, looking up to the tall-standing Android who stared intently at the acid.

"M… Queen… Is Tassy… will Spamton be…" they trailed off as the Royal turned her head to them.

"go to the medical center then go to your room." She commanded, looking back to the green glow as a few Swatchlings wrapped Spamton up carefully and rushed him away.

"But.. But will they-"

"that was an order, young one." She said, more sternly this time with another twitch of her head in their direction, "go."

[keeping-time-blog]

How to sit well in front of the computer? Recommendations of a traumatologist

Nowadays most people have suffered some pain or annoyance in the area of ​​the cervical or dorsal spine for spending a lot of time in front of the computer and more often when we choose bad posture or when we have the computer monitor in a inadequate position.

That is why, this time we will tell you how to sit well in front of the computer and avoid the pain or damage caused to the spine by poor posture.

Introduction to how to sit well Steps to sit well 2.1 Use Racks for office 2.2 Trays for the keyboard 2.3 How to adapt a laptop correctly

Introduction to how to sit well

The first thing you should avoid to sit down is the use of laptops inside the offices, because the laptops are not ergonomic, they force the body to maintain an inadequate posture, altering the natural appearance of the spine, neck, arms and wrists. Which with the passage of time will cause severe pain due to muscle contractures in the different affected areas.

Steps to sit well in front of the monitor

Use Racks for office The first thing we must consider is the implementation of ergonomic racks or support for PC monitors, with these accessories we can move and adjust the computer screen for our convenience. The ideal is to center the middle of the screen with our eyes, thus avoiding tilting the head.

Similarly, we must adjust the appropriate distance with respect to size, because if the screen is large enough must be at a greater distance, ideal to sit well in front of the computer is to maintain a distance between 25 and 50cm.

If you want to know more about this ergonomic accessory visit our post: Racks or supports for computer screen ergonomic benefits

Trays for the keyboard Another of the essential aspects for ergonomics in the office, is the use of trays for the keyboard, these propitiate the correct height of our arms at the time of writing. On the other hand, the indispensable use of an ergonomic chair that allows to adjust the height and the angle of the arms is recommended, thus avoiding to force our elbows.

Another essential accessory for ergonomics, are the supporters for the dolls at the time of using the keyboard and the mause of the computer. These maintain the correct posture of these joints avoiding the suffering of carpal tunnel syndrome.

How to adapt a laptop correctly

In the case that you own a laptop or a laptop, it is necessary to make some adjustments when using it to avoid injuries and prevent bad posture.

First of all, we must raise the laptop to the height of our eyes to avoid the tilt of the cervical, for this we can support it on some box or pounds according to our height.

We have for you a COMPLETE GUIDE OF EXERCISES TO ALLEVIATE THE PAIN OF THE CERVICAL, DORSAL AND LUMBAR COLUMN

Now, when we have the laptop at eye level, it will be very uncomfortable to write in this position that is why we must implement the use of an accessory keyboard with a use connection to be able to locate it at the level of our elbows. This same process we will apply to the mause, also using the supports or supports for dolls.

If we follow these recommendations, we will avoid a lot of future problems in the spine, arms and wrists.

See More Article: Top 10 Ergonomic Chairs that will relieve your back pain

How to relieve back pain or Dorsalgia

How to sit correctly in the office to eliminate bad posture?

[ipepoinlife3-blog]

Emmm I hope the people like it... 

I late doing this drawing to mause 5 hours and for me it was a challenge since I write and draw with the left and use the mause with the right...

sooo thxs

[dogandesighn]

("oriental abstract desighn" Mouse Pad for Sale by Dogandesighn gönderdi)