#tech writes

[techtainia-makes-things]

More soft Drift x reader

“Just, say what’s on your mind, you know?” 

The room was so dark you could barely see his face. You sat across each other with legs crossed, his optics shining softly, and his frame backlit by the stars. Metal had never looked so soft. 

His optics dimmed, bearing down upon you like stars blocked by clouds. Air from his vents brushed against your face. “You won’t like what I have to say.”

“Try me.” Blue light glinted off your teeth. “I trust you.”

Drift huffed out another gust of wind. “You won’t-”

“I trust you.” Your voice hardened, like steel in this soft metal world illuminated by two twin blue stars staring down at you.

There was an audible gulp. The blue stars shut off. “I was a Decepticon.” Words escaped his mouth as guided by a bitten tongue. You placed a hand on his digit, as long as your arm and twice as thick. 

Your hand warmed the metal beneath your fingers, smooth paint an eager substitute for softness. His blue optics opened again, regarding you with a feeling that washed over you like a wave of warm water.

“I know.”

The blue stars flared. The wind stuttered. “Who?”

“Rodimus.”

“Ah.” 

The room fell to silence. 

“Aren't you afraid?” Drift called out to you, drawing his hand back so as to not startle you. The metal clicked together, shaking, trembling.

You cupped his digit in both hands like you would a fellow human's cheeks. You pressed your forehead against his knuckle. “No. I trust you.”

[extreme-technicality]

What’s this? A wild fanfic? From mE? This hasn’t happened in ages!!

Anyway if y’all like Orym give this a read if you want mkay byeeeee

[w1770w]

GUMROAD IS BANNING NSFW CONTENT IN THE NEXT 24 HOURS

I haven't seen anyone talk about this yet, so I might as well.

They've updated their content policy to comply with payment processor Stripe and Paypal's censorhip. They gave 24 hours. On March 16th 2024, Gumroad TOS will no longer allows sales of any written or drawn nsfw content.

This is going to hurt for so many creators. Giving that little time leaves people's source of income wildly unstable, especially with such a huge overhaul of what content is allowed.

I hate this. I hate what censorship is turning the internet into. I hate that nsfw content creators keeo getting pushed to the fringes, that they need to digitally migrate so often, because nowhere can be trusted to allow their art for long.

I don't know what to do next, there isn't some sort of "here's what you can do to help!" People just deserve to know.

[fehck]

[professortechnical]

the performance task is due in a few days.

i have not submitted mine, im the only one in my class who hasn't submitted theirs.

but until this damn text stays on screen it'll stay that way

[technically-human]

i loved seeing the moment of stone realising he was going to stick with robotnik (─‿‿─) could we see the moment ROBOTNIK realises stone is here for good?

Robotnik isn't used to people being happy to see him

[talos-stims]

the computer blade | source

[manal-ghorab99]

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[smalltestaccount]

I wish non-tech people would get into open source. You should post your crochet pattern on github. I want to see your wip novel on a webpage running Wikimedia.

[unhingedandroidwoman]

Boot sequence finished. You "wake up" for the morning, but your internal clock says you've slept in which is odd. You attempt to move but get some kind of error message, and before you can process why you're immobile you hear your Girlfriend's smooth and sultry voice;

"Good morning my love," she coos at you, "I think it's time we do some maintenance on that cute chassis of yours."

The errors you get back read that something is overriding you in your own body. Something inside you has more authority in your body than you do.

"Oh you must have noticed the new software, it's nothing my sweet machine," she softly says, caressing your face, "Just something I can use to help me with this."

Before you can process what "This" is, she reaches down to your hip area with a screwdriver and starts fiddling around. You can feel every touch, every turning of the screwdriver, and every screw as it falls away from you. She barks out a verbal command that seemingly is unable to be processed consciously by you as you get a notification from your OS that your leg is being detached.

She holds it up to you, grinning from ear to ear. Reaching down she pulls up a large toolbox onto the bed.

"You never got to choose your chassis, and I know how dysphoric that makes you, so how about I take you apart piece by piece and repair, change, or replace everything that causes you turmoil?"

She plugs her phone into your neck port and sends files to you. Dozens of different legs, arms, torsos, and even heads. Thousands of dollars each, you speak your concern to your girlfriend who just assures you "The price tag is nothing compared to your happiness."

You try not to think about how her software she installed on you has seemingly more control of your body than you do, and focus on the fact that you finally get to be who and what you want to. Finally able to pick and choose and become the machine you always wanted to be.

Finally able to be happy in your own plating.

[bluerosefox]

Eldritch Kidnappings

hmmmm a Kon/Danny/Tim idea? Maybe? Depends if anyone wanna ship all three but leaving it open ended (or if Tim is already dating Bernard just make it a Kon/Danny only?). AND a deaged Ellie.

Red Robin and Superboy (the original) were at a JL meeting. It was boring to be honest. Nothing to much was happening besides the normal stuff for all the heroes there. No big crises or world/universe ending danger.

Or at least it was...

Because not soon after a glowing green portal ripped opened and a large eldritch creature stuck its huge head and half of its body out. Every hero there went on high alert and into fighting stances, ready to defend the Watchtower. Once the creature was halfway in the room its eyes snapped opened, glowing near Lazarus Pit green colored but like brighter? neon?, and darted around the room before stopping right on Superboy.

Without warning or words the creature quickly reached out, using at first two arms/hands before more sprang out and swatted away heroes in the room that attacked. It quickly took a hold of Superboy who tired use his strength to get free but found the being stronger than him. Red Robin, in a panic to save his best friend (and crush, shhh maybe) quickly joined in but instead of being swatted away like the others gets snagged by a hand and soon found himself captured as well.

Just as quickly as the creature appeared, it retreated back into the still open portal, dragging the two with and not caring at all of the powers, fists, or shouting being thrown at it.

Then it was gone.

Leaving the JL in a panic.

-x-x-

"-And thats why I need your help! I understand its a lot to ask but please, any help will be welcomed." the eldritch being, or rather Danny Phantom begged as he worriedly glanced at them.

So... It turns out the eldritch being was a young halfa ghost hero named Phantom that needed their help stabilizing his clone/sister/maybe daughter?

She was apparently melting and needed stable DNA when he had rushed her to a ghost doctor and was told. But Danny had no clue how to stabilize a clone and the fruitloop that cloned him the notes were bare bones and frankly terrible. In his desperate need for help Danny had sought out clues/advice from his mentor who basically pointed him to Superboy and Red Robin in his frustrating riddling way.

Superboy's DNA had the stable cloning gene/code they needed. Red Robin was smart enough to help figure out a way to put it Danielle 'Elle' Phantom. (it also helped that he had dabbled into cloning during his... bad year)

So yeah, Danny in his panic to save his clone went full on eldritch monster and opened a portal during their meeting and dragged them to the Far Frozen where Ellie was currently suspended in a ecto healing pod and was now begging for their help, promising them anything if they helped out.

The catch? If they put Superboy's DNA in Ellie she'll de-age to her true age and no longer be a 'pure' clone.

Instead she'll be their (Danny and Conner's) kid.

[techtainia-makes-things]

Can I ask you write something with Ultra Magnus and/or Dreadwing? Something like the prompt of staring at each others lips then kissing?

(And maybe reader be like “do you want to kiss me?”)

I’m assuming since you mentioned Dreadwing, you mean TFP for both of them. It’s been literal years since I watched TFP, but yes, I’ll give it a shot. (I wasn’t going to do Dreadwing until I realized that he would absolutely kiss the back of someone’s hand as a romantic gesture)

Ultra Magnus:

The base was silent, too silent. It always was after Wheeljack left. Still, silence was better than the chaos of war, so you’d manage. 

Ultra Magnus stood like a guard beside the side rail you had chosen to lean upon. He watched the exit like a Hawk, as if he were expecting Wheeljack to roll back through.

“I bet you’re glad he’s gone.” 

He straightened his already impossibly straight back as his optics regarded your face. “Wheeljack is a nuisance.”

“Is that a yes?” You watched as his optics flickered downwards, then back to your eyes.

He gave you a curt nod. “Affirmative.”

You hum, amused. “It’s a shame really, he’s an interesting mech.”

“You shouldn’t be within his proximity.” He glared at you, but that was essentially his neutral face, so you ignored it. 

You couldn’t help but snicker. “Oh? So you do care about me?” You smile at him, and he clears his throat. A good sign that you had hit the mark of what he was thinking. In a moment of giddy pride, you decided to tease him a bit, “Next thing you know it, you’ll want to kiss me.” You crossed your fingers and hoped that statement wouldn’t completely backfire.

Ultra Magnus cleared his throat again, this time pointendly turning his head away from you to hide the slight blue tint of his metal cheeks. 

Then it clicked. You leaned further onto the railing, until it dug into your stomach. Was it uncomfortable? Yes. Did you care? No. You shot him a shy, sweeter than honey smile. “Do you want to kiss me?”

Ultra Magnus stood stock still. Who knows, maybe his brain module crashed. He looked at you with wide blue optics that focused on you like camera lenses. He placed one metal hand against the platform, his fingers lacing through the railing. He glanced down at your lips, then back to your eyes.

You closed the distance and kissed his lips, the metal soft compared to his tough armor plating. The kiss didn’t last long, only a few seconds before you pulled away to look at him straight in the optics. “Was that so hard?”

Ultra Magnus turned from you, but didn’t leave his spot. You watched as he touched his digits to his lips in slow disbelief.

You were proud. It had only taken six months to crack his shell.

–

Dreadwing:

You and Dreadwing had a tentative relationship, to put it simply. Honestly, you didn’t understand why a loyal Decepticon that aimed to take over your planet would bother.

That didn’t matter: today he was teaching you how to disarm one of his grenades. He stood behind you, mass displaced, sometimes even reaching around you to guide your hands. He lingered there, even once you had gotten the hang of it. When you got particularly invested in what you were doing, he would lean forward until his chest was touching your back.

He watched your hands diligently. You brushed it off as him being an explosions specialist. 

The moment you had clipped the last wire and the little screen on the grenade had turned off, he had gently taken your hand. He held it as if it were made out of painted porcelain, something precious. He looked you in the eye as he brought your knuckles close to his lips. 

“Why do you look like you want to kiss me?” You joke.

His gaze softened, the lights of his optics dimming slightly. “May I?” He glanced down to where he held your hand.

You pause. “Yes, you may.”

Dreadwing proceeded to pepper you knuckles with kisses before he properly pulled you in.

[soulrox]

No Fly Zone

DPxDC #29

Conner has taken to flying around high above the world, just drifting where the winds take him. He uses this time to just live in the moment and take in the natural beauty of the world.

As he's floating, he hears the distinct sound of music and screaming fans. He slowly pays more attention to the music, a strong female voice is belting out lyrics to a song that resonates with him.

Pinpointing the location the sound is coming from to a small town a few clicks west of where he is. He immediately moves to watch and listen in person. He has to know who is playing and if all their songs are as good as this current one.

The concert is taking place in a park with a completely open area to stand and listen. The concert is packed with teens and young adults. A typical concert, in Conner's opinion. He decides to fly further to the back of the crowd to watch. Conner doesn't really pay attention to the crowd and is focused on the band and the singer. Completely missing several eyebrow-raising things.

"Hey, flying guy! You can't watch from there please move to the designated area for flyers," A man with gravity-defying white hair and piercing green eyes flying near him says while gesturing to an area more to the left of the stage, where several people were flying and enjoying the concert. Most are glowing faintly, and some of them, concernedly, are semi-transparent. "Or you can keep on moving."

"Ah, sorry I was flying around, then heard this music and had to see who it is… So, umm, who is playing? I really love what I've heard so far." The two of them move away from the crowd.

"She's Ember McClain, the best musician from the Realms. As long as you're not here to start anything, you're good."

"Why are you the security here?" Conner purposely tilted his sunglasses, looking him up and down. Thinking to himself that this scrawny twink can't pack that much of a punch.

"Yes, I am. Even before that comment, I could tell you aren't from here if you don't recognize me." the cute twink laughs a little, "I'm Phantom! Manager of this whole thing and security. Making sure Ember sticks to the rules and making sure everyone else is too. This time no one tries to mind-control anyone."

Concerning comments shelved for later. "It seems I'm also unknown if I have to introduce myself. But for a cutie like you, I'll give you anything." Wink, "I'm Superboy, call me Kon. Can I ask more about you? Like, if you have a number I can have?"

Phantom blushes "Danny…..I don't just give my information or number out to some rando. That is lesson one of being a hero. As I'm sure you "Superboy" know this."

"Okay then, tell me more about this band, and you can tell me more about yourself at dinner after."

Conner reappears at the Young Justice base several hours after he normally would, with several bags full of Ember merch. Signed copies of the albums, posters, shirts, and even a water bottle. He gives a shirt to every YJ member. His phone is full of selfies and videos from the concert and after, as well as the number of a very cute boy, with a date set for Friday night.

[charlesoberonn]

This is a third-hand story but my friend told me a story his professor told him about a prestigious scientific institution he worked at.

They were handling massive amounts of data and working with state-of-the-art equipment. But also they had a 20-year-old printer in the basement that nobody ever uses but it must remain connected and on.

The reason: At some point when the printer was new somebody wrote code referring to this printer. And then code referring to that code, and more code referring to that code, and so on. For years and years. So now whenever the printer is disconnected the entire system refuses to work.

It's a load-bearing printer.

The solution to this problem is to either find the code referring to the printer among all the millions of lines of code in their system and change it (very difficult and could have unforeseen consequences) or to just keep the printer on.

[tangents-within-tangents]

Was curious about what else Tech had recorded

those boys really get around

[professortechnical]

i'd like to feel excited knowing that I managed to finish the detailed outline for my recent story as well as the "base code" for my performance task.

but now that means i have to actually finish them