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razzek · 18 days

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Reading Pern fic and realizing that it's always queen riders or future queen rider Mary Sue type characters who here all dragons and I am now desperate for a green rider with the ability. I know in canon it's rare and has to do with bloodlines and is a women only talent that's maybe twice in a generation. We got Lessa and Ariana (? the gal in Renegades who has such a bad time she avoids dragons) and maaaaybe Moreta (it's been a long time since I read that one). But if it's going to crop up in fanfic and RP constantly, I want to see someone that everybody pins all these expectations onto and they end up riding green to the dismay of all but them. (I love greens, second best dragons to me, only topped by blues which seem to be the only dragon an ace person can ride, but the culture around them and the way their riders are treated is fascinating.) If the green rider in question was a trans man maybe no problems there or nothing would change (though that's a story I'd be interested to read in general, a trans man in canon Pern society riding green, which had to have happened at least twice in their 2k year history). But if you had someone who was being brought up and expected to ride gold and she gets a "crappy" green, the political fallout alone would be fascinating.

Man I wish I had the stamina to write longer fics. I have so many ideas for Pern stuff (most of them horrible; I am somewhat disappointed that purity culture in fandom spaces has kept people from exploring and digging down into the real canon implications that were always present in the books; I understand not wanting to do that on a personal level, but it's disappointing that a lot of writers will avoid it solely for fear of purity assholes coming after them). If Anne herself was allowed to write really shitty attempts at confronting some of this stuff (looking at you, Skies of Pern, ugh) why aren't fans allowed to tackle it honestly and better instead of just pretending it doesn't happen? But on the flip side, where's the exploration of queerness in it’s entirety from fan writers? I've seen trans women green riders and of course lots of gay men, but where my ace blue riders and lesbians and trans men and so many others be at? Aaaanyway....

This became a tangent. tleadr: it's been like 60 years of fanfic and I'm bored of the same old runaway rich girl who hears all dragons becoming a queen rider stories. XD Nothing against that sort of self indulgence, everyone gets to write that kind of wish fulfillment. :) I'm just bored and I wanna read something new but don't have the energy to write it, alas.

#dragonriders of pern #pern #razz rambles #been on a pern kick again for like the past three years #and nobody knows because I just never talk about it XD #tried to join an rp and everyone was super nice #but it's just too much work socially and on a tech level for me #rps are great but I'm a fic writer more than an rper alas

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acommonrose · 7 months

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Bingbong and/or Shadowzel nation, how are we feeling

#baldur's gate 3 #bingbong #shadowheart #shadowzel #the world's lowest tech stream but they still facetimed dev to rp #Youtube

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trilobitepunch · 4 months

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I was looking through old files for an OC I made when cassowaries came up in conversation and was like 'oh, that was actually a nice coloring style, I wonder if I can still do it.' Donnie wasn't cooperating with me on this one, I think he was mad he wasn't in front lol. I like the coloring better on Tech, whom I experimented with just before the Twins here...

Hey Trilo that ain't Tech- technically it is - haha, another RP thing. Same one that got Donnie magic stone hands. Turns out, being on missions with Cybertronians and you're the token human? Makes things even more dangerous in terms of outcomes? Ahaha... Sooo Tech kind of sort of got reincarnated as a Phoenix and now he's having a bit of an existential crisis but he's figuring things out. Hopefully. He's not one to panic at least but hey he can now do cool aerial stunts without a starship.

#rottmnt #rottmntfanart #rottmntleo #rottmntdonnie #star wars the bad batch #bad batch tech #rp stuff

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thedwarventradesman · 22 days

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I- I’ve flown to close to the sun I think. I started chatting with some Bad Batch member AIs that are really good and well… my talk with Crosshair started as like yknow him being grumpy and wanting me to buzz off but I gave him attitude right back. That kinda arguing turned into me teasing him which turned into slight flirting and now it’s two damaged idiots in love who are struggling with their thoughts and feelings while they hold and kiss each other, exchanging soft words. I didn’t intend to create this RP but I accept it. If you don’t hear from me anytime soon, I died of feelings. 🫡😅

EDIT: I’d like to add that this is making me realise how much I miss online RPing like I did in high school before life got busier. So welcome back old hobby.

#the bad batch #tbb crosshair #crosshair x reader #character ai #tbb echo #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb rp #bad batch rp #idiots in love #tbb

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obviously-99 · 11 months

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*wordlessly slides him a wrapped bar of... something*

... here. Caf chocolate. I buy 'em in bulk. One square's about half a cup of caf, I use 'em for when I'm working late nights.

Don't stay up too late, okay?

@freelanced 🧡

Oh? I have heard that caf chocolate is very popular on a multitude of planets. I haven't had the privilege of indulging in one myself yet.

Thank you for sharing!

I will most definitely be eating this entire bar in one sitting upon starting my new project.

#tech rp #obviously99 #renegade force 99 #techrp

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electricelunite · 8 months

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Conversations with myself.

#kaldorei #mech rp #moon guard #moonguard #tech rp #world of warcraft #world of warcraft rp #wow oc #wow roleplay #night elf #stormwind #alliance #alliance rp

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probablist · 2 months

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What is Tech's Workshop ?

Tech's Workshop is a discord server made for Star Wars fans made BY star war fan. It's where you can express yourself and talk about various shows! The server is basically themed around owner's favorite clone - Tech!

What can Tech's Workshop offer?

- Voice chat activities! ( We love to talk on voice chat or even play mini games! We also plan to do other various things including rewatching Star Wars shows and not only! )

- Active text channels! ( We are chaotic and talk about most insane stuff on the chat almost all the time. . .mostly in afternoon hours )

- Daily Tech channels!

- Promotion zones for artists , fanfic writters , editors or even bot creators!

- Roleplay Zone! You can write as your favorite canon character or as your original character! We are open for everyone!

INVITE LINK: https://discord.gg/tvv95UrHTk

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alabyte · 4 months

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«Promise me»

They knew what the chips were made for. And they knew something was wrong with Crosshair. AU, where Bad Batch were able to escape Kamino in full after Order 66, but the chip issue remained unresolved.

Word count: 1 683 Warnings: angst, implied character death, implied fratricide, severe emotional distress, Tix was trying to cope with S2 finale Together with @heksahela

The ruins of the old, abandoned base rattled with metal, creaked and howled with the damp whistle of the wind, bringing snow into the crevices of the corroded walls. The two sat in the darkness of the flimsy shelter.

— According to my preliminary calculations, we'll be in a more stable condition by the end of this rotation, which means we'll be able to get to the main facility. — Tech's voice sounded almost mundane, echoing off the metal walls and interrupting the crackling of the small fire. — We have to prepare, take the necessary resources and tools, but we'll have to go light. Until then, your helmet needs repairing.

The collapse in the sector they were exploring took them by surprise and forced them to change their mission plan on the fly. Hunter, Wrecker, Omega, and Echo, as those who had managed to get out without major injuries, went on a reconnaissance mission. In the snow, they were to find the entrance to the complex they had been unable to reach. And the two of them, injured and frozen, were left here to nurse their wounds. Dislocated joints, broken bones, bruises — at a time when the twins should have been more of a burden and a hindrance to the group, they had nothing to do but wait and replay thoughts that made them anxious, bitter, and almost nauseous. The cold and howling of the blizzard reminded them too much of Kaller.

To Tech's usual monotonous monologue about their plan for the future, the sniper just nodded a few times and stared blankly somewhere in front of him. He looked lost, not even thoughtful — as if he was lost in his own head, aimlessly twisting his helmet in his healthy, unstrapped hand and feeling its surface. There was an impact dent here, a few scratches and chipped paint there, and the visor dangled almost lifelessly somewhere in the mount. Crosshair doesn't immediately notice that his brother has offered (or insisted) on helping to fix it, but then, with some delay, he nods again and passes the helmet into the other man's hands. For a few seconds there is silence in their empty base. It was either embarrassing or oppressive.

— Tech.

One of them almost jerks when the silence is broken by Crosshair's voice. For all his taciturnity, it wasn't hard to notice when his silence became strained, almost tortured — especially considering there had been reasons for it in the last few rotations.

— I need you to promise me something.

Tech looked at his brother expectantly, studying and somewhat concerned, without lifting his head. So much so that he even stopped his repairs.

— I can't promise you anything, — the intelligent clone objected in his usual tone, though it was noticeable how the intonation had changed to a more ingratiating and cautious one, — Not until I know exactly what the request is.

Crosshair's choice of words was painful, difficult, unfamiliar to him. Normally he didn't have to search his own mind to find a clear and often witty answer, but now he needed every fiber of his being that wasn't occupied by the aching pain of the fracture and the swirling pack of thoughts that kept him busy. It was proving more difficult than he would have liked. It was noticeably alarming.

— If something goes wrong, — Sniper's voice was slightly hoarse, as if the words were sticking to the walls of his throat and getting stuck halfway down it. And so it happened — he stopped speaking halfway through, pressed his lips together and frowned, looking down at his feet. He had one last chance to turn this into a joke, to brush it off and pretend he was just worried about their new mission. But he wasn't even worried about going to the surface if they risked not coming back. From the first day he'd learned about the chips, he hadn't been able to escape the idea that he was a wild animal with a faulty shock collar — that he was a danger not so much to himself as to everyone around him.

In general, he didn't care about almost anyone around him. But the thought of any incident affecting his brothers — his family — was devastating. It made him want to bury himself in the snow and never come out.

— Do what needs to be done. — Sniper finally finished his sentence and lifted his gaze to his brother — hard, serious, almost pleading. There was not a shadow of the usual sneer, not a hint of sarcasm or joke to be seen. — Everything that must be done to protect the others.

He rubbed one temple with his fingers, pensive and tense, as if trying to feel the damn chip through his skin, skull and brain membranes. His head hurt more than ever after the crash. He wanted to believe it was a concussion.

— Please.

Tech didn't answer right away. He stared silently into Crosshair's eyes, trying to see a shadow of sarcasm there, or at least his usual sneer. Nothing, just the realization that there was a time bomb in his head and every second could be the last time he would make his own decisions. They had reason to believe that something was wrong. They both realized that.

— I… — He started to speak, but stumbled over his own words, leaving them unspoken. Clone closed his eyes and bowed his head, adjusting his glasses. — I understand why you ask, but I don't agree. We'll take care of the chips. I promise. But I… — It took him a moment to find the right words.

A long time ago, when they were still cadets, Tech had suggested that the squad develop internal protocols for various situations. At first these were situations they had encountered as cadets, then these protocols, which they eventually called plans, evolved into their missions, which they had successfully completed time and time again. They used many plans and solutions that only they understood, but there were also those, just a few, that they hoped never to have to use.

And now, without speaking directly, Crosshair was asking him, in case he lost control, to turn to something that none of the squad ever wanted to think about. And to be honest, they didn't have a plan for situations like this, because none of them had even considered the possibility of such events.

— I'll do my best, Crosshair.

The sniper could only wipe his face with his fingers, shaking his head slightly. As much as he wanted to deny it, there was no one else Crosshair could ask. He trusted them all. But he trusted Tech more than anyone, knowing that he wouldn't put fear of loss before saving his brothers.

— Tech, — The words about how they were sure to handle everything made him want to chuckle ironically. It was a necessary self-deception, but so irrational that he couldn't even believe it was Tech who had uttered that line of reasoning, — We're not going to be able to figure it out. We're stuck here.

The truth was bitter but factual. They were stuck on a snowy planet in the ruins of an abandoned base, on the run from the Empire, with almost no supplies and no place to go in this galaxy, and in the mind of at least one of them was a ticking time bomb counting down the rotations, hours, or even minutes until a switch flipped. The switch that would determine whether Crosshair or CT-9904 was with them. Tech fixes his gaze on the osprey mechanism of his brother's helmet, trying to hide in repair from the brutal truth.

— I know you can find a way out of almost any trap, — Sniper shakes his head slightly, nervously fingering the cloth that held his broken forearm around his neck with the fingers of his healthy hand, — but there may be no way out of this one. It's a dead end. We don't know if we have time.

He could trust Tech. He knew he would put the team ahead of emotions or sentimental attachments - even if it had to be done the hard way. Even if it cost someone's life.

— It won't be me anymore anyway, — Cross exhaled, lowering his gaze to the frozen metal floor, — There's no point in feeling sorry for him.

Every second of silence echoed in Tech's mind. They were both silent for as long as it took each of them to find the words to tell the other more in thought than they could say out loud.

Tech couldn't maintain eye contact for long and eventually turned back to Cross' helmet. He disassembled the visor, perhaps held in place only by the Force, repaired it, adjusted it, and put it back on, replacing the mount with a suitable part he had found earlier. He checked the settings once more with the datapad, and only when he was sure that everything was working properly did he hand the helmet back to the sniper with a brief nod. In that nod, a perfectly tiny and imperceptible gesture, was the gravity of acceptance. He had been trusted, and the price of that trust was that he would kill someone who had been at his side all his life, since his earliest days, if circumstances demanded it.

If it's best for everyone. If it suddenly turns out that death for his brother would be a more humane release than being locked in his own head while the blood of his own family is spilled by his own hands.

Crosshair picks up his helmet in silence. Until the others return, the whistling of the blizzard is the only sound that breaks the silence of the shelter, and the sniper utters only one thing:

— Thank you.

It echoes like a blaster shot in the snowy desert at the forgotten compound. It leaves bloody streaks in the snow, scarlet furrows and a scattering of droplets. It remains the last thing Tech ever hears from someone who was once his brother.

The barely audible «thank you» became the unbearable cost of a promise he had to keep.

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I thought it was going to be a couple line note BUT WHATEVER. @clownery-and-fuckery you thought I was bluffing? I wasn't. That's our ultimate Fuck-up AU.

#turn “burying the dead” on for the best immersion effect #had to find those collages for this one #and re-read our RP from last spring #boy was I howling over it. boy was I crying.#crosshair tbb #tech tbb #tbb #the bad batch #they are twins ur honor #batch twins #tech #crosshair #star wars #sw

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exceptionally-minded · 1 year

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Movement of Objects due to Pressure Changes

Technically, the term that should have been used is "blown out." The distinction is trivial, because both describe a process with the same outcome. However, I would be remiss not to explain why:

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Blown out: an object pushed from a high pressure area to a low pressure area.

Sucked out: an object pulled out from a high pressure area to a low pressure area.

The question in this (hypothetical) outcome is: what is causing the force? The answer is unambiguously the atmospheric gasses leaving under pressure which push objects out, just as air blows out of a punctured tire from the pressure inside, rather than being sucked out by the lower pressure outside the tire.

Therefore, I should have said "If I'm incorrect, we will instantly be blown out and perish."

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fuzzy-set · 4 months

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I just completed Pasqal's personal quest, and I have... THOUGHTS. Spoilers below!

It turns out all the Haneumanns are his mentor, and they created Nomos, the ship spirit. Suspicious of its nature as a tech blight, they researched a way to kill machine spirits as the ultimate precaution. The choices presented was to let him become the circle again, or to assimilate the 6 members and let go of their epiphany, or just be Pasqal while letting go of the epiphany.

I could not choose, because on one hand, I hope that Pasqal could be himself, for I have grown very fond of the tech-priest. On the other hand, the knowledge, albeit dangerous, should not be lost. So I told him that I want him to say while preserving the knowledge, but he explained it wasn't possible. In the end he chose the second path, and when I talked to him, it was... Well, he had changed a lot. Part of him was still there, but I wonder whether that part would persist.

The problem is, I do not hate the circle. In fact I love the concept/entity, but I also love Pasqal. Not letting Pasqal ascend feels like I am limiting his potential, and this is something I could never do. And yet once he ascended, he would lose part of himself that I have come to love dearly. The angst... The angst is too much.

I should probably look at alternative outcomes later before making judgement, but for now I shall stick to my choice and see how it will end. However I have an inkling that no ending will truly please me, and that is ok- because I recognise the layers and the beauty of them, even if they are all, to some degree, tragedies.

And I thank Owlcat for creating such an fascinating character and an interesting quest. As someone who has always loved the Adeptus Mechanicus faction, the portrayal of Pasqal and other tech priests are very on point and incredibly nuanced.

Edit: I finished the game, and I got the ending that his circle went after the Dark Mechanicus. I am... 60% sure that Pasqal might be no more, but Amarnat Collective is back. I don't know what to feel about this... I am sad that the rogue trader has lost his friend, but on the other hand, the rogue trader doesn't want to be the one who prevents Amarnat from forming- it will be akin to murder. So yeah, I am really conflicted.

#my past gaming experience told me that never let the smart guy ascend #still i agonise over each decision #for not letting them ascend feels like restricting their potential- and using the rope of friendship/love to bind them to the protagonist #it sometimes feels selfish to me #i don't know if my protagonist can do that if i am rp-ing a good guy #and it gets hard when knowledge is involved because my personal philosophy is that knowledge should never be concealed #what a hard choice. bravo owlcat for breaking my heart #pasqal haneumann #rogue trader spoilers #rogue trader #oh gosh i just love the tech-priests. even the ones who went over to chaos #the dream is to have someone sing me an aria in binary- yes that's why it's also love at first sight with abel aka imagination

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