OpenRGB provides an expansive plugin interface allowing a wide variety of additional functionality to be added by plugins. Plugins can add additional functionality to the OpenRGB user interface and take control of your OpenRGB devices to provide synchronized effects, use your RGB devices as indicator lights for hardware statistics, integrate with third party lighting control software, schedule OpenRGB lighting profile changes, and more.
Synchronize your setup with amazing effects
The OpenRGB Effects Plugin provides an extensive list of custom effects that can be synchronized across all devices that support Direct Mode. Many standard effects are available such as Rainbow, Visor, Breathing, and more. Advanced effects include several audio visualizations, Ambilight, GIF player, and a Shader renderer for using GLSL shaders as RGB effects.
Lay out your devices however you like
Normally, OpenRGB effects engines apply patterns one device at a time. With the Visual Map Plugin, you can combine one or more devices into a custom grid, allowing incredible effects to shine across your entire setup as one unified display.
Visualize system statistics with RGB
Want to keep an eye on your CPU and GPU temperatures while you're in game? The Hardware Sync Plugin will let you know if your temperatures are too high by changing the color of your RGB. Many more system parameters are supported as well, and multiple devices can indicate multiple measurements.
Integrate fan control into OpenRGB
Controlling all your RGB in one place is great, but what about your fan speeds? The Fan Sync Plugin takes care of that. Using the same backend as the Hardware Sync Plugin, the Fan Sync Plugin lets you map one or more system parameters to control fan speeds, including custom fan curves.
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They moved through one another's stories with the easy violence of strangers: questions as probes, answers as currency. He told her about late nights and small betrayals—rent due, a job that was a list of compromises. She made him tea that tasted of rosemary and quiet secrets. He traced a ring on the table and found a map beneath it, sketched in pencil and annotated in ink. The destinations were places he'd passed a thousand times without seeing: an abandoned fountain, a bookstore that closed at noon, a mural blasted away by weather but remembered in the edges of brick.
The living room was a museum of other people's choices: mismatched chairs, a coffee table marred by rings, a stack of vinyl records leaning like tombstones. A radio sat on a shelf, the dial stuck between stations. On the far wall a map had been pinned up, strings running between thumbtacks like a spider's web of intent. Photos clustered at the center: faces he almost recognized, places that could have been anywhere. Outside, the city continued to breathe
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"You shouldn't be here," she said, and there was no reprimand in it, only a fact.
She shrugged. "We all go there sometimes. We pretend it's about curiosity, but mostly it's about wanting to be found."
"You went to where the light gets weird," he said, echoing his own earlier message.
He wrapped a cardigan around his shoulders and stepped into the night, the city breathing faint and familiar. His shoes found the familiar crack in the sidewalk; his fingers found his keys. The world made sense in small, habitual maps: the alley with the broken neon sign, the stoop where a woman always hummed at dawn, the mailbox with its rusted hinge. The shady neighborhood had a language he’d learned to read without realizing: the tilt of porch lights, the placement of trash bins, the way windows flickered like morse.