#2770

[tmt-sketch-a-day]

Sketch a Day 2770- A Hula Hoop-9/6/23

[albertxylin]

Playing with Technology

I don't really make things these days. I rarely find my hands occupied with yarn or wire. I don't record as often as I used to, And everything feels functional rather than fun. I have always pursued mastery over curiosity, Always preferred to polish than to play. I do not explore, I consult guides.

I buy a frivolous piece of junk, Some new bit of tech, And mess around with it. I disassemble it, And it strikes me how long it has been Since I listened to the gentle voice of curiosity. I take their outstretched hand in mine, And get ready for an adventure.

[cyvonix]

bro needs to go to jail for endangering a baby with ninja swords holy hell

[harveyphotography]

Assisi non era punto di partenza, ma ritrovo, appuntamento quasi, per riprendere insieme il cammino verso l’eternità. Ci siamo veduti e ci siamo riconosciuti.

[aimalevich]

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[todays-xkcd]

Using a reflective wall in a game to give one shot two chances to hit is called a double-tapetum lucidum.

Tapetum Lucidum [Explained]

[transfemme-floofer]

I was dusting the house as normal, like I did every week when I saw a strange golden card note on the kitchen table labelled “for my first ancilla”

“Strange” I thought, Mistress Luci was not normally like this, sure she was affectionate at times, but that’s normal for humans to feel that way about their pets. Curious, I opened it, it said: “3pm, on the private beach, near the cove, dress your best”

The time came and I walked down the garden and down the cobbled steps onto the beach. I was dressed in Merrel sandals instead of the standard Imperial Serva heeled sandals, a pink and white pleated skirt given as a gift for good behaviour instead of my summer cherry skirt or my standard issue skirt , a Very Special Occasion (MEO-Mucha Especial Ocasión) scented wick away slave blouse instead of the standard version, and a Peugeot love heart shaped chain link Titanium alloy collar instead of the standard oval chain link medicollar

Mistress looked at me up and down like five times before saying a word. “You’re… beautiful” she finally said, clearly rendered speechless. I curtsy in front of her, “thank you Domina” i replied, remembering to use Latin as well as my native British “where are we going” she had no obligation to reply and so kept silent as we walked to the cove admiring the waves and the cool afternoon, until I could see it, her Amphibicar Fiat Chariot (think like an Italian Ford Crown Victoria or Opel Omega), those things had been around 2610 AUC (1867), but this was a 22nd generation rear mid engined 2766 (2012) Amphibian vehicle variant (itself in it’s 10th generation since 2680 (1947)) with a 5.5L Ferrari Turbo V8, modular and hydraulically adjustable bench seats front and rear, four wheel drive courtesy of Lancia and a luxurious 3-speed hydraulic automatic transmission (with three electro-locked overdrive gears tacked on in the 2760 refresh for fuel and performance, as well as to hide its age) yanked out of the Buick Sappho coupe “Mistress this is wonderful” I turned to see her and say thank you, but found her on one knee

“Julia, I have legally submitted a form for us to be married, so that you won’t have to worry about losing me, your first constant and comfort in a long time” she pulled out a finger print scanner, “all I need is your fingerprint”, I pressed down excitedly, then my tabula got a notification

“Married to Doctor Luciana Antonia Presenti MD, PhD”

And another, from Fiat Intelligencia Automobilli “Authorised Guest of Luciana Presenti’s Intelligent Control System on her 2766 Fiat Chariot”

Mistress added on, “use it wisely”

I oblige “Fiat, open doors-“

Mistress chides playfully “No slave, stupid slut, type it out in the app”

I open the app and find the command room, where I find Mistress had already done test runs, I type in, “open driver door and say “welcome Domina””. It does so flawlessly and without hesitation. Mistress blushed “thanks pet, really appreciate it” she found the 2730s Buick touchscreen still in there with updated visuals and apps, but the same size of the screen and the same working concept. She typed in, “open passenger left back door and give the back ambient red gel lights and put on brothel music”. It did so. “very funny mistress”

(Another case of part two when I feel like it)

[dogstomp]

Dogstomp #2770 - August 6th

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[anyab]

quick! kill yourselves!

[natcatnhanh]

old practice sketches// the dudes with the telescope thing are my favorites

[hyperhostingindia-blog]

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[agena87]

Forest Divinity set

This is the kind of set I've always wanted to make but never thought I'd be able to (not that I ever tried). And now it's here!

I'll be honest, and don't pretend I meshed everything 'cause that would be a big lie; anyway those of you familiar with Baldur's Gate 3 would know I'm lying, anyway (plus, I do give credit where it's due), for most of those are converted (often edited/frankenmeshed) from said game.

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What to know:

-9 different pieces that can all be worn at once (though some of the face piercings will be hidden by the mask, so maybe you won't put those on; but if you want, you can. No overlapping textures!) -BGC -Male & female, teen to elder -Disallowed for randoms -All occults (except werewolves) -Colour tagged

Antlers: -22 swatches -Polys: 2770 | 2306 | 1916 -Found in: Occult brow (if you don't find it, you need to use this mod by Crilender) Antlers accessories: -145 swatches -Polys: 6622 | 5424 | 3872 -Found in: Right brow ring Mask: -145 swatches -Polys: 4087 | 3255 | 976 | 488 -Found in: Glasses Spine headpiece: -22 swatches -Polys: 4624 | 1710 | 828 -Found in: Hats Earrings: -121 swatches -Polys: 1204 | 992 | 296 -Found in: Earrings (bet you couldn't guess that one! /jk) Eyebrow piercing: -88 swatches -Polys: 429 | 212 | 105 | 73 -Found in: Left brow ring Nose bridge piercing: -105 swatches -Polys: 128 | 88 | 52 | 52 -Found in: Left nose ring Skull nose piercing: -22 swatches -Polys: 520 | 366 | 90 | 54 -Found in: Right nose ring Septum: -9 swatches -Polys: 256 | 178 | 106 | 62 -Found in: Right lip ring

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TOU

🔸 Don’t claim as yours 🔸 Don’t re-upload 🔸 Recolours are OK (even including the mesh), just credit me and redirect to the original 🔸Obviously, if you do recolours, DO NOT PUT BEHIND A PAYWALL OF ANY KIND (no EA, no adlink, no whatever). And don't post it on Curseforge under any circumstance. 🔸 Edits are also OK, but the same rules as for recolours apply! (credit me, no paywall, no Curseforge) 🔸 Eat broccoli! 🥦 🔸 Enjoy! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

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[promptsforthestrugglingauthor]

Writing Prompt #2770

"You aren't going to apologize?"

"What good will it do? You'll still resent me."

[yaut-jaknowit]

Okay, male who’s good with daggers and a double bladed staff, training in the forest where it’s just filled with fog, Vic'tao and Uihoy who watched reader train, decided he’s a perfect partner for them. But reader puts up a good fight, but was still taken by the 2 back to the ship.

A Worthy Challenge

Pairing: Vic'tao (male Yautja) x Reader x Uihoy (Male Yautja)

Word Count: 2770

Summary: A dense fog covers the area. The path you take worn down over the years. Every tree, every rock you pass, you know by heart. You followed the carved out trail to a small open space in the middle of the forest. Your little space carved out for yourself. This is where you go to train, to work on your skills with your staff. Until you are challenged by an unknown opponent.

Author Note: They get one look at him and go this is mine now. They literally just yoinked him.

Masterlist

Ao3

Nearly everyday, in the same spot you’ve claimed as your own, you perfected your skills. Years upon years have built up the necessary talents and muscles to wield these weapons you use as an extension of yourself. In your hand was a dual bladed staff. A weapon you spent a pretty penny on to get your hands on it.

The metal handle has been worn over time. From countless hours of it being wielded by yours truly. It no longer shines in the light.

Thick, heavy fog blanketed your training area. Not that bothered you. Since you were little, you’ve gone to this little slice of solitude from the raging world. The pathing lone worn by your feet. The area marked with your intials carved into a nearby tree. This was yours.

A deep breath filled your lungs with the nearly suffocating air. Your eyes drifted shut. You begun to lightly twirl the staff around and understood its weight completely. It moved where you wanted at each twitch of your muscles. It wasn’t just some staff. No, it was part of you.

Some of the moves you preformed were more similar to dancing. A way to loosen up your muscles before you began your true training. A warmup. Each use of the staff make your blood pump faster. Your heart started to quicken. The love for this skill you’ve honed was deep withing your heart. You opened your eyes and stopped while holding the staff horizontal.

Despite the fog thickening the air, you decided to keep pushing. Within your mind, you imagined an enemy. They stood on the other side of your space and threatened your way of life. You set a steeled glare on the figure and shifted into a fighting stance. Both ends of your staff ready to push this figure back.

You imagined them lunging first and wanted to establish a dominance over you. They went for offense first, anything to catch you off guard. Their own dual blades held firmly in their hands as they leaped for an attack. Swiftly, you rolled out of the way and blocked a hit meant to cleave your head off. Deep within your brain, you could imagine the clang of metal nearly deafening.

They go for fake swing to catch you off guard. Yet, the shift of their feet told you the story before they even spoke a word. You allow for them to swing at you again. To let them have the satisfaction of believing they had you. But you wanted this fight drawn out, to wear them down, to have them on their knees before you.

A snarl twisted on your face when one of their blades nicked you. The pain only adding to the fuel you pooled inside of you. You continued to push, not allowing this imaginary person to feel the satisfaction of injuring you.

In the middle of your fake fighting scenario, you were thrown off when you felt a gaze upon you. A shutter ran down your spine at the feeling. You paused. The scene fading away to the grey fog clouding the area. Your heartbeat thundered loudly in your ears. This feeling that grew made you incredibly uneasy. This wasn’t a feeling you’ve felt before. It made you believe you were… being hunted.

A predatory gaze.

Your jaw clenched, eyes flickering around to spot even the hint of what stalked you. All you could see was the shadow of familiar trees and bushes that filled the space. Your hand tightened around the shaft of the weapon, ready to defend yourself if someone or something leapt out. A cold sweat dripped down the length of your spine.

As much as you would love to fight this something, you felt it in the pits of your stomach this was a fight you wouldn’t win. You took a step back to head towards your stuff when your back pressed into a warm chest. A yelp tore from your throat. You leapt forward and spun around, weapon at the ready.

There stood a dark yellow humanoid figure. One that towered over you. Metal armor adorned its muscular, well fit statue. Metal covered where its face would be, blocking its features from you. Even the mask held a terrifying, blank stare that pinned you to the spot. Whatever this thing was, you were fucked.

In one of its massive hands was a staff of its own. A fight. It wanted a fight. You weren’t going to be making a run for it.

It pointed the tip of its staff at you, challenging you. You forced down the lump in your throat and filled your lungs with the thick air. If this thing desired a challenge from you, you were going to compete to the best of your ability. Even if it killed you. Which it might.

“You want a fight?” you asked for clarification and steeled your glare on the creature. Just imagine this fight like all the ones you’ve gone through. All the times you’ve come out on top. This is just another fight. Nothing new about it.

A sharp nod is your answer. “Fine, I’ll give you a fight. But first, let me grab something.” You took a wide berth around it to put on your belt. A belt that held your throwing knives. Anything to give you an edge to it. The more weapons, the higher chance you have against this massive figure. It was at least a foot taller if not more.

You took a few steps away to open the playing field some more. With the fog adding to the ambience of what could be your death, you tightened your grip on your dual bladed staff. The dense fog nearly made it difficult to see the figure standing less than twenty feet away from you.

The two of you stared the other down. It twitched it’s foot, a clear sign of its next move. Suddenly, it dashed forward and pushed strictly into your space. The sudden appearance of it scared the living daylights out of you. It took every ounce of muscle memory to throw up your weapon to block a hit that could possibly stabbed straight into your brain cavity.

But it didn’t stop. The beast kept pushing. You gritted your teeth and forced yourself to turn offense. Anything to get the upper hand before it got the best of you.

With a swift shove of your staff, you were able to knock its own out of the way long enough to make a quick swipe at its torso. Neon green blood spilt from the newly created wound at your hands. Your jaw dropped at the sight, but you weren’t given long to pounder what this thing was before it was upon once more.

When you blocked another hit, the metal in your hands revibrating harshly. The tip of its staff skimming off of your bicep. Your own blood added to the mixture.

The pain flared only once before you narrowed your focus back onto the creature. It darted forward with its weapon again and aimed at your stomach this time. You twisted away and used a leg to go between there legs. With a swift pull, you were able to knock it to its knees.

A grunt sounded from it. Before you had time to even understood you had downed it, your neck had been grabbed. The dual bladed staff knocked clean from your hands. You choked and clawed at the hand currently lifting you off of the ground. Your legs kicked out in hopes to somehow knock it down and escape from its clutches.

To no avail.

It pulls you close to it and bellows lowly from the depths of its chest. From behind its mask, it begin to chitter and click. As if talking. Not that you could answer in the moment but you found it odd. You couldn’t understand in the first place.

Through the fog, a shadow formed and grew darker and darker before a form appeared through the thick of it. The whites of your eyes were clearly visible at the new appearance. It looked to be the same build of the creature currently holding. Then, the new one, a dark purple, began to converse with its friend.

A little back and forth bickering occurred before the purple one pointed towards you with a harsh tone in its voice. You were promptly dropped onto the ground and coughed hard. Your lung surged for fresh air and gulped every last bit they could take.

Before you could fully recover, you were nabbed by the back of your belt and lifted onto a shoulder. There wasn’t time to even reach for your staff that the yellow one picked up. Once the shock wore off, you began to kick at your kidnapper.

An idea popped inside of your head. The belt. The throwing knives. You reached for your waist when the end of a pointed staff was aimed at your neck. Instantly, you paused and swallowed down a lump in your throat. Your hand timidly dropped down back over the creatures shoulder. The weapon was pulled away but the warning stuck like glue to you. You didn’t have the balls to attempt fate once more.

This position wasn’t comfortable for you with the front of the belt pressing into your belly. No matter how much you wiggled to either make it less unbearable or to be put down, neither of those happened. You had to take it like a champ.

It wasn’t long before both of them stopped and you heard a hiss of gasses being released. You attempted to peer over their shoulder but the claws holding you down pressed into your skin more. A quiet yelp sounded from you. You relaxed with a grumble, unsure where these things were taking you. Not that you could do much with the position you’re in. No weapon and it’s a two verses one deal. You would be getting the short end of the stick.

Something softly touched the ground. The purple one lead with you on its shoulder up a metal ramp. They carried you into… a space ship? You questioned deeply, unsure if you were dreaming or not at the moment. Your jaw dropped at the sight unfolding before you.

Mostly everything in your sight was made of metal. There were some things painted. It wasn’t all boring metal either. But patterns lined the walls, floors, and ceiling of this room they hauled you through. You tried to take in every turn they took in case you could book it out of here. With the way the one you fought was watching you like a hawk, that chance was little.

The purple one came to stop and let you slip down its shoulder. Your feet gingerly touched the metal floors. Instantly, you backed away and put up your fists in a defensive position. As much as you didn’t care for hand to hand combat, you were ready. Anything to give you a chance to escape wherever they’ve taken you or will.

Yellow snorted with their shoulders jerking up. A heavy glare was set on it as you carefully observed them.

Despite their faces being covered, you could tell these things weren’t human. The rough scales that covered their shoulders and sides of their thighs were any indication. Plus, their size and height was unnatural. Then, there was their primitive armor. Yet, here you stand inside what must be an alien spacecraft. You didn’t know to be honored or terrified. What could they possibly want from you? Besides the fight you had clearly lost being stuck, trapped in this room with the two of them.

For the amount of unluck in the world, you must have been up their in the top five. You had been captured by aliens.

Purple snapped its head over at Yellow with a heated glare you didn’t even need to see. Clicks and trills left their unseen mouths in rapid succession. Your fists drooped a little. Neither of them saw you as a threat. Nor did you want to test your luck again with the throwing knives again. That was a failure last time. It wasn’t going to change again.

Both seemed to come to an agreement. Their attention returned to you. Purple took a step forward. Instinctively, you reached for your knives in self-defense. A growled sounded from Yellow but the other one just huffed. At you first you thought it was for you but Yellow stood down and stepped away from you.

With this one the only one closing you, you deepened your anger, hands at the ready. It had to be the right moment to flick the knife at the approaching creature.

Except… It raised its hands as if calming a wild animal. “Do not fret, ooman.” It motioned to the two of them-“ do not mean harm.” It pointed at its chest. “Friend.” It spoke with semi-broken English. The words coming harshly off of its alien tongue. Your eyes narrowed. Words meant nothing in this situation.

Similar to a cornered animal, you snatched a knife free from the belt and with a simple wrist flick, sent it flying through the air. Right before it struck its mark, a purple hand was able to catch midflight. Your jaw dropped at the sight before you flung a few more in hopes it land on the target.

Each one was caught until you were weaponless. You cursed and repositioned yourself with your hands up, prepared to go down swinging.

Neither of them made the attempt to come after you though. You didn’t know if this was a good or bad thing to happen. That didn’t stop you from carefully watching them.

Purple dropped his hands and sighed before glancing over at his friend. Said creature grunted, arms crossed over his lean chest, your staff missing from his hands. The static metal mask he wore faced you, truly putting the fear into you. He began to march over to you. You tensed up but planted your feet, preparing for the worst.

This one came to a stop a few short of you, arms falling limp at his sides. “What my mate is trying to say is: we are not going to harm you, ooman. We are interested in you,” he explained. This time, he was more fluent in English.

Your eyes bulged out of your head at his words. ‘Interested in you’? Why did it have to be you to attract two aliens with bulging arms and beautiful voices? You swallowed down the lump in your throat and eyes the yellow on closely. “What are you trying to say?” you asked for clarification. Because why in the world did they think kidnapping you was a good idea?!

Irritated clicking sounded from underneath the metal. “You are good material for a mate,” he came out and said it straight to you. There was no beating around the bush. He just ripped off the band aid.

Mate? Like… like a partner? Romantic? You blinked at him for a few moments before breaking out into laughter. This all had to be joke right. Two aliens wanting your hand for partnership.

“Oh, man. You had me there. ‘Good mate material’! That’s funny,” you laughed and wiped away a tear that had appeared at the corner of your eye. Then, you looked back at them only to realize neither of them were laughing with you. They stated stoic. You gulped and tensed up. “You’re not kidding.” This time, you said it more as a statement than a question. You were coming to terms they were serious about their words.

Yellow grumbled then roughly pulled at tubing attached to his mask before the whole thing came off. “You are a great fighter-“ The rest of his words went straight over your head as you stared at his alien face. Instead of being disgusted, you could recognized the fact he was handsome in some terms. By gods name, what has gotten into you?!

It wasn’t long after that the other one did the same thing as well. Your eyes flickered between the two, unsure who to look at. Oh, fuck, what is wrong with you?

The purple one hooked his mask to his belt then gazed at you. You decided to stick to him for a short while. “Want to be Vic’tao and Uihoy’s mate?” he asked and motioned to the two of them. Now, this one was asking the same thing. What in the world was your answer going to be?