#bashful tech

[tacticaltoothpick]

I've discovered the Sims and have been putting together the Bad Batch--first up on this blog is Tech! He honestly took me a good while to figure out how I wanted to model him but I think he's rather handsome :) I want to thank the creators for their wonderful assets that made this possible, particularly @zarilia! Text and asset links below are pasted from their blog:

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Get Tech’s Goggles (with glowing light) DOWNLOAD.

Found under glasses, transparent and yellow glass version available. Base Game compatible.

Other Tech CC used:

bodyglove by @squidsponge

hair by @jewishevelinebaker

Better go check these both wonderful creators if you crave more Clone Wars and Bad Batch stuff.

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

Tails x Belle appreciation post:

[fanfoolishness]

Visitation

Hunter has a conversation with a visitor. Set shortly after Plan 99. Grief, emotional whump, sleep deprivation, Hunter + Wrecker feels, Hunter + Tech feels. ~1400 words. (also omg I'm writing again yaaaay)

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“You gotta sleep,” Wrecker mumbled for the eighth time.

Hunter shrugged him off with a glower and a scowl, his brows furrowing deeply. Just because Wrecker was right didn’t make his words any less aggravating. “I’ll sleep when there’s time,” Hunter snapped. “Leave it alone, Wreck.”

They had to keep going. The trace they were running was the first one that hadn’t come up as a total dead end. There were clues here that could point the way to Omega if they were just smart enough to figure them out and piece together Hemlock’s trail. He didn’t dare sleep on that.

Wrecker rubbed his eyes, then yawned so powerfully Hunter could hear the cracking in the joints of his jaw. “You’re no good wiped out. Neither ‘m I.”

”We’ll be fine. We’re close to something. I can tell.”

”I wanna find her too. But —“ Wrecker hesitated, worry clear in the set of his face. The muscles in his throat worked in a gulp. “Nah. Forget it.”

”What?” Hunter said, a warning note creeping into his voice. 

Wrecker waved a hand. “It’s nothing.” He got to his feet, groaning as he stood for the first time in hours. “More caf?”

”Yeah.”

“I’ll get it.”

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The last of the caf had long since cooled, its bitter odor turning more acrid as it chilled. Hunter slugged down the dregs anyway, grimacing at the foul taste. 

Wrecker had tried to stay awake, Hunter had to give him that. But now he was hunched over the console on his folded arms, snoring quietly.

Hunter let him do it. It made sense that Wrecker would need the extra rest, since he needed to heal up after their last scrap. But Hunter couldn’t afford the same luxury, not for himself. He had to keep working.

Hunter focused as hard as he could, his head aching with the effort. He kept running over the coordinates on Tech’s datapad, vision blurring, fingertips flinching with an imperceptible frisson every time he tapped or typed or swiped.

This was Tech’s.

He shouldn’t be touching it. They’d all learned that lesson years ago. 

Hunter knew he might mess it up. Tech always had the specs set just how he liked them --

“Put that down,” Tech said from behind him. By the timbre of his voice, his annoyance level was mild, verging on moderate; there was a hint of fondness overlaid with a familiar steely tone. Tech wasn’t too irritated, but he’d get there if Hunter didn’t listen to him soon. 

Hunter stifled a chuckle, then blinked, his breath catching in his throat. He turned around slowly, his heart racing.

“You’re not -- you shouldn’t be here,” Hunter said stupidly.

Tech raised his eyebrows enough for them to arc above his goggles. “I find that rude,” he said.

“Don’t,” Hunter whispered. “You’re dead. We saw you fall.”

“Details,” Tech said, shrugging. “There’s still work to do, isn’t there? Therefore I am here.” He leaned back in the pilot’s chair, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “You do not look well, Hunter. Tell me, are you sleeping?”

“There isn’t time.” He shook his head, willing the apparition to leave. “We have to find Omega before Hemlock hurts her.” His mind spun with awful specters, imagining the worst tests of the Kaminoans and multiplying their pain into agony of the highest order. Omega crying in a cell, strapped to a table like an animal, her voice a wailing scream --

“What makes you think he wishes to hurt her?” Tech said. “Look at the facts. His men took care to stun her. Hemlock mentioned Nala Se. Nala Se has certainly decommissioned her share of clones, but there is no evidence she would wish to harm Omega, and if Hemlock requires her cooperation… I believe Omega will be safe enough, for a time. It is simply logical.”

“You’re awfully optimistic for a dead man,” Hunter said, then dropped Tech’s datapad with a clatter, suddenly feeling sick. Did I just say that -- He stared up at Tech, holding out an unsteady hand. “I -- I’m sorry, Tech. I’m not -- I didn’t mean --”

Tech leaned forward, picking up the datapad and setting it down beside Hunter. “There is no need to apologize. I am indeed dead.”

Hunter swore loudly. “Don’t say that!”

“You just said it,” Tech pointed out. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Tech, I swear to --” Tech could be so infuriating sometimes. 

He suddenly laughed, feeling dangerously close to tears. None of this made any sense. What was going on?

Tech looked at him steadily. “You are aware of what this is, aren’t you?”

“No.” He buried his face in his hands, taking a deep breath.

“You need to sleep.” Tech held up his finger, underscoring his point. “The effects of sleep deprivation in humans are well-known and may include decreased reflexes, incoordination, irritability, immunosuppression, visual and auditory hallucinations --”

Hunter laughed again despite himself. “Great. Now you’re on my case too. Wrecker was bad enough.”

“You should go easy on him. He is only attempting to look out for you.” For a moment something painful flashed across Tech’s face, a twist of his mouth, shadows beneath his eyes. “It is important to him, Hunter. Do you understand?”

How could he understand?

The chasm gaped between them, the railcar dangling, the cold wind howling in his ears.

“Get up here! Now!” Hunter called. This wasn’t happening. Not again. There had to be time, they were going to make it -- they were all going to make it -- “That’s an order!” he screamed.

When have we ever followed orders --

A hand closed around his arm, shaking him gently. “Hunter. Hunter.”

Hunter blinked, the world snapping back to the Marauder and the stars beyond. “Saw him,” he choked. 

“Saw who?” Wrecker asked, settling into the chair beside him, looking anxious.

Hunter froze. He swallowed, looking around the empty cockpit, eyes landing on the shattered goggles. His gut twisted, and he managed a ragged breath.

“Nothing. Nothing.”

“You were yellin’,” said Wrecker, looking away. “Woke me up. I thought maybe you were having a nightmare, but your eyes were open --”

Hunter groaned. “I don’t know. Maybe I was.” He glanced at Tech’s datapad, which was on the floor where he’d dropped it. He’d thought Tech had picked it up -- 

But of course there’d been no one there.

He scrubbed a hand over his face, then bent down and picked up Tech’s datapad, handing it carefully to Wrecker. “You, uh… you keep an eye on things for a bit.”

Wrecker took it, though he hesitated. It looked so small in his hands. “Feels wrong, using this. It’s -- it’s his.”

“I know.”

“What are you gonna do?”

Hunter let out a sigh. “Gonna get some shut-eye. You were right. Keeping on like this isn’t going to find Omega any faster.” He brushed back the hair falling into his eyes, and got to his feet. He was about to turn and head to his bunk when he paused, reaching out and resting a hand on Wrecker’s shoulder. “Thanks. For looking out for me.”

Wrecker ducked his head, unable to speak for a moment. Finally he said, “s’what I’m here for.”

“Damn right it is.” Hunter gripped harder, then let go, making his way to his bunk. He rolled into it unceremoniously, more exhausted than he’d ever been in his life. He closed his eyes, and saw Omega.

They’d find her. They had to. And until then… He thought of what Tech had said, cool calm logic explaining why Omega would be safe. Maybe he was right. Maybe she’d get through this unharmed.

His mouth tightened. What Tech had said -- What a damn hallucination had said. He was losing it.

Yet Tech’s words were comforting, and he kept them close.  I believe she will be safe enough, for a time.

He’d make that time as short as possible. His fist curled in determination, then uncurled, fingers going slack as sleep took him. He dreamed of Pabu warm and sunny, the sound of waves on a rocky shore, Omega’s arms flung wide around him. He held her close, closer than he’d ever dared, an embrace that said you’ll always be our kid. 

But through Omega’s laughter and the setting sun there was an emptiness, and Hunter wandered long into the dark, looking for someone who wasn’t there.

[officialdaydreamer00]

Breaking the 4th wall

In which Irene Lovejoy left her creator a happy birthday note

Pairings: Irene Lovejoy x Author insert (Platonic)

Content: Drabble, letter based, tooth rotting stuffs, Irene without trauma, a dash of angst, just some self love for my chaotic mind :3

Taggings: @identity-theft-101 @cloudcountry @xen-blank @esmerulia-chantelle @dove-da-birb @cookiesandbiscuits @vioisgoinginsane @siren-serenity @loser-jpg @aqua-beam @axvwriter @shinysparklesapphires @jaylleoo14 @the-v-lociraptor @ceruleancattail @siphoklansan @edith-is-a-cat @minimallyminnie @thehollowwriter @taruruchi @enigmatic-pers @cyanide-latte @unfictinalnightmare + others :3

T o m y d e a r e s t C r e a t o r .

Another year has passed since you created me, hasn't it? Time flies so fast, I never got to blink twice.

Not that I know what happened before you drew me anyways. But that is a story for another time.

You have grown so much, Creator, both physically and mentally.

I wonder how much we will shine this year, and the next, and all the next following years.

One day, you will have to let me go, leave me behind in the boxes of your childhood interest as you continue on with your life. Following your dreams, travelling the world, even opening a shop with your best friend as you have ranted while doodling me at one point.

I remember that, of course. You seemed so happy when you thought about it as you were designing myself in other universes.

But until that fateful day when I am of no use for you anymore, continue drawing me, will you, Creator? I would love to see you shine just as brightly as your creative mind.

Happy birthday, Creator. I wish you an eventful year of positive endeavors.

Your lovely creation,

Irene Lovejoy ♡

[roseaesynstylae]

When (not if) Tech is de-brainwashed, I hope that Phee is there to help him out. I mean, he blew up the Havoc Marauder, which I somehow doubt he'll take well, and did all he could to kill his brothers and abduct Omega. He deserves cuddles and an ice cream date.

[jelly-as-in-grape-concord]

i fear i'm never escaping the grasps of my hero academia

[clockworkreapers]

hii i was rereading aleph null and i noticed when sauron and cyrusk went on the mission and sauron was in cyberspace the ai appeared, he acted really weird later on and i just wanted to ask if the ai "posessed"/controlled him? since i noticed that the ai has blue eyes and saurons eyes had some blue in them, i just thought that it maybe hinted that the ai was doing so, it was just my theory but i really wanted to ask about it since im curious ^_^

Well I do like a lil visual storytelling and foreshadowing not everything is always said aloud and even what is said by some characters can be more on the vague side at times. It will come back around I assure you.

I will say hey I love my scifi and cyberpunk media all the way back to Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep and of course Neuromancer. What your theory is leading to is also a real trope in a lot of scifi media called a wetwear body… so it is a thing that’s pretty prevalent in the genre the comic is a part of…

[unix--porn]

[Cinnamon] Enjoying my Modern Windows XP Setup

Everything I have used: Linux Distribution: Arch Linux x86_64 Desktop Environment: Cinnamon Desktop Terminal: Tilix Fetch: Fastfetch Shell: BASH Music Visualizer: Cavalier Mouse Cursor: Vanilla-DMZ Start Menu: CinnVIIStarkMenu Applet Theme: https://github.com/B00merang-Project/Windows-XP

Icons: https://www.gnome-look.org/p/1158349 Windows XP Tulips Wallpaper: https://www.reddit.com/r/wallpaper/comments/i2epjl/tulips_the_original_stock_image_of_a_windows_xp/ Windows XP User Account Profile Picture Pack: https://archive.org/details/WindowsXPUserAccountPictures

—RedditExplorer1111

[moon-reviews-skylanders]

Drobot

Drobot is a tech core from Spyro’s Adventure. His primary attack is to shoot lasers from his eyes, and his secondary attack is to fling bladegears from his wings. His tertiary is to fly, rocketing forward with damaging afterburners. If you hold the tertiary attack button, Drobot can also hover. Unlike many of the other dragons, his flight is a little harder to learn, as he can be a little hard to steer. You can't stop Drobot while he's flying and have the afterburners still running. His upgrade paths enhance his lasers (top), and his bladegears (bottom). Each path upgrades the damage of what's already there, so if you prefer using the gears, go down the gear path, if you love the lasers, take the laser path. Regardless of which path you take him down, Drobot is a force to be reckoned with, tearing through enemy health bars as if they're nothing. His lasers have incredible range, and the hover can keep him safe from traps or melee enemies. I heard that he was overpowered in Spyro's Adventure, and they toned him down for Giants. I played him primarily in Giants, and he ripped through everything he saw. “If he can do that in Giants,” I thought, “how overpowered is he in Spyro's Adventure?” Overall: 10/10. Drobot is deservedly popular. If you don't have him, you're seriously missing out.

If you like Drobot's play style, and want to play as a similar skylander, he plays similarly to the ranged dragons (think Cynder and Whirlwind), and other fast longrangers, like Flameslinger. (All of Spyro's Adventure)

If you want to play co-op, Drobot pairs well with other versatile skylanders (I enjoyed pairing him with Flashwing, of Giants), or a skylander a little older than him, so that they're equally powerful. 

[silver-silken-webs]

It’s been very funny coming back to this community and reading imagine posts with my most current f/o who’s A) not human (big monstery spider person) and B) comes from a media that has very little advanced tech in-universe (if at all)

So reading posts about brushing your f/os hair or texting eachother and going “ah yes…… my f/o who definitely has hair/knows how to operate a cellphone” /silly

[epellucid]

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[ur-mag]

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[b3aches]

I <3 sudo !! #BASH

[dexaroth]

pc cases with the front and lateral being glass are apparently worse bc of airflow not quite reaching the cpu and mobo area. closes my eyes forever

why do airflow physics hate these. theyre so cutes

[awnowimsad]

Did google sheets change??? I can't use ctrl+F or double click links anymore

NEVERMIND it was ClearURL fucking things up

[missustick]

I didn't have a tumblr back in the day when @space-b33 drew this incredible commission for me but NOW I can tell everyone all about it here!!! I STILL LOVE HIM SO MUUUUUCH

Happy Tech Tuesday! 🤓💐