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i'm back with a vengeance and a new aspect ratio :P

kachow!

Your comments about AI users being talentless tells me you don't really understand art. It's about the product, not the tools. You can waste your life learning how to use a thousand of brushes and programs and you'll be easily outshone by someone who uses AI to draw what they want. The 'talentless' usually crow on about techniques and tools and miss the point of making art.

"You can waste your life learning how to use a thousand brushes and programs" And there, this is the attitude of the non-artists-AI-lovers in a nutshell. You see, drawing artists like using brushes. "Someone who uses AI to draw what they want."

No. If you instruct the AI to do something, you aren't 'drawing' anything. "The talentless" The 'talentless' is you. Telling an AI what image you want to be drawn doesn't require any talent.

hello there

CLONE EDITION

moving has been very stressful for me so pls enjoy these as i rip fistfuls of hair out of my head because previous tenants dont know how to take care of a beautiful 1920s home

one thing that i really loved about this scene (other than the fact that they matched up anakin and ahsoka's heights to their TCW counterparts) is you see how out of place she looks on a battlefield.

ahsoka is a child.

and while yeah there's plenty of quips about her being short or young or inexperienced, she's never actually treated her age (mostly because the clones have no concept of real aging).

but here, it's plain as fucking day dude.

commander tano, who doesn't even come up past rex's chest.

commander tano, who led them into the siege of mandalore.

commander tano, who grew up on the battlefield memorizing attack plans instead of memorizing the basic alphabet.

she deserved to be a kid too.

Captain Rex and Ahsoka Tano in Ahsoka: Shadow Warrior (2023)

yall cant tell me this man wouldn’t find the nuclear sign memes funny

was originally a screencap redraw but i am but a weakwilled man

one wip of many on a larger sketchpage that i hope to finish by next week :3 gna post lil snips (hah) here and there

whenever u post i am SAT but THIS ONE?????? ON THE FLOOR.

hmmm for bad batch requests,, could u maybe write abt fem reader teasing tech til he snaps?

Word count: 1,666 Pairing: fem!reader x Tech Summary: You love bugging Tech. He's not much of a fan - yet. gif credit: @dreamswithghosts Warnings: Not proof read at all a/n : I just love soft dom Tech so much oh my god.

Tech was meticulously reassembling a droid in a quiet corner of Cid’s parlor, a task he had taken on to earn some extra credits. The delicate parts spread around him demanded his full attention—until you walked in. He stiffened, a slight tension gripping his shoulders; he hadn't expected to see you, and part of him wished you hadn't noticed him. Your knack for derailing his concentration was uncanny.

Despite his best efforts to become invisible, you spotted him almost immediately and made your way over, your presence pulling his focus from the task at hand.

"You know, that’s the wrong servo," you commented casually, hovering just over his shoulder.

“It isn’t,” Tech replied curtly, without looking up from his work.

“Then it must be your spanner,” you teased, eyeing the tool in his hand.

That comment set Tech’s teeth on edge, and he tightened his grip on the spanner. “My spanner is perfectly functional,” he retorted, his tone sharper than usual.

Refocusing on his work Tech grumbled, “Am I to assume you have nothing better to do than give invalid - and might I add unwanted - advice?”

You laughed, a clear, ringing sound, and bumped him lightly with your hip. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you leaned down and whispered in his ear, “There’s nothing I enjoy more than making you second guess yourself.”

The proximity of your words and the audacity of your insinuation caused Tech to pause. He snapped his head to face you, meeting your gaze directly for the first time since you arrived. “I am not—” he began, hesitating under the intensity of your grin, which filled his entire field of vision.

Tech’s cheeks tinged with an uncharacteristic flush as he watched you smile broadly, clearly amused by his discomfort. Tech deflated at having fallen for your prodding.

Tech took a deep breath, adjusting his goggles as he prepared to still correct you, and huffed, “I do not second guess myself.”

You held his gaze until he broke eye contact with an unnerved glance away. Triumphantly patting his shoulder, you straightened out and said on an amused sigh, “Then I’m not trying hard enough.” Taking your win, you hip bumped him once more and sauntered off.

“I’ll see ya later, Goggles.”

Tech rolled his eyes as you left. That is, he watched the entirety of your walk to the bar until your hips dipped into a stool - then he rolled his eyes. Even after you were done with Cid and out the door, you had him distracted.

Your ‘later’ turned out to be the very next day when you dumped a droid head onto the table in front of him. It was a toss up to Tech as to whether the sound of your voice caused his stomach to drop or flip.

Shoulders slumped, Tech deadpanned up to you. “What do you want?”

“Fix it.” You said simply, lips twitching when you saw a flicker of frustration in Tech’s eyes.

Tech’s instinct was to grab the head for inspection, but the twitch of your lips kept his hands off. “I’ll require more information if I am to,” Tech lifted his fingers to quote you, “Fix it.”

Diverting your attention to your nails, you slid into the seat adjacent to him. “Well that’s the problem, Goggles.” With a pout and an exaggerated shrug you said, “I don’t know what’s wrong with it.”

Bit of a lie that was. While it was true you didn’t know what was wrong with it - you also snatched the head from the top of a scrap pile. It was also true you had nothing better to do than tease the technician.

The sharp gaze behind those goggles thrilled you. It felt like he was searing right through you when that dissecting look came over him. Sometimes, when you managed to push him far enough, you could see a muscle twitch in his jaw, a sign of his controlled irritation. There was something exhilarating about capturing his full, unadulterated attention—seeing him momentarily forget his gadgets and focus solely on you.

Tech didn’t break eye contact as he pushed the head towards you. Not budging, you smiled and slid a handful of credits his way. Tech conceded with grumbling but pulled the head back towards him, his fingers already itching to solve the puzzle it presented.

He’d not encountered your type of personality before. You seemed so intent on bothering him at times, other times you were strictly business with Cid. Were you interested in his work or just annoying him? Though your proven record of particularly unhelpful input led him to believe it wasn’t his work.

Still, he popped open the circuit board and set about his diagnostics. To his relief you were mostly silent outside of an occasional hum. Despite his tinkering, the reserve power wasn’t even accessible.

Waving an annoyed hand at the hunk of junk Tech asked, ““What even happened to this droid?”

You answered by leaning on your elbows and shrugging your shoulders with a hum of confusion. Annoyance pinched his features and forced your smile to the surface.

“What do you mean ‘you don’t know’?” He ground out

Your brows raised as your eyes fell to the droid between you. Sucking on a tooth, you took on a contemplative nod before clicking your tongue and tapping on the droid as if you finally remembered.

Finding Tech’s eyes, you said with a tone of obviousness, “That would be because I picked it out of the trash on the way here.”

Tech’s brows hit his hairline before quickly settling into annoyance. “You brought me trash to fix without any idea of what’s wrong with it?” he asked incredulously, his tone laced with disbelief rather than anger.

His patience was worn well beyond thin. Snatching your wrist from the droid, he held you firm and demanded to know, “What is your issue?”

You stopped breathing entirely and your teasing demeanor fell. The air seemed to shift the longer you didn’t answer.

“Oh, now you're silent?” Tech remarked dryly, his gaze fixed intently on you, trying to decipher the method behind what seemed to be madness.

He could feel your heartbeat thrumming through his fingers pressing into your wrist. Glancing at his hold on you, he counted your increasing heart rate before turning a suspicious look on you.

With cautious curiosity he asked, “Are you… excited by this?”

You cleared your throat, cheeks flaring when his fingers pressed a little harder for an answer. “It’s looking that way, isn’t it?” You finally croaked out.

Tech blinked , taken aback by the timid nature of your tone. He sat back, raking his eyes over you. You were still, breathing in shallow, controlled breaths, wide eyed and lips slightly parted. And so silent.

Slowly, Tech eased his grip on you, observing the way you melted at the relief - like you were finally allowed to relax. Quirking an eyebrow Tech snorted, “This is all it takes to make you behave?”

Your pride and composure quickly returned. His sudden forwardness had thrown you off, sure, but you’d not fall for it twice. Scoffing, you tried to pull out of his grasp, “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Goggles.”

The pressure on your wrist tightened once more, ridding you of any regained composure and pulling a mewl from you.

Tech’s eyes were narrowed on you. “Stand up.” It didn’t take more than the firmness in his voice to put you on your feet.

As you stood, he tugged your wrist closer. His voice was steady and low as he said, “Come here.”

You only needed one step to shift over to him. Tech looked up at you, head tilting to the side as he considered you. Maintaining his hold on you, he pushed out of his seat to stand with you.

You’d somehow forgotten how much taller he was than you.

Tech’s head tilted to the other side and he twisted your arm, not to a painful angle but enough to bring you forward another obedient step. His eyes lit up at your immediate compliance.

He brought a hand to your chin, holding you in place as he mused, “I must’ve misheard you, could you repeat the last thing you said?” 

Resisting the urge to lean into his touch, you repeated with much less of your earlier confidence, “I said, don’t get a hold of yourself, Go-”

Tech angled down to your eye level, cutting you short.

Tech was playing this by ear. He’d not considered the option that your incessant interest sat with him. That paired with the fact that you were an entirely new scenario for him, this was a complete experiment for him. One that he was rapidly enjoying.

“Care to try that again?” He said drawled.

You took a short, inhale on a gasp, caving into his touch. Your eyelids drooped as you breathlessly said, “Tech.”

A light smile appeared on Tech as he eased out of your space and dropped your wrist. All that remained was his hold on your chin and even that was mostly sustained by you leaning into him.

“I rather like this side of you.” Tech hummed, committing this sight of you to memory. “I think I’d like to see just how amenable you are to instruction.”

“Oh, I think we’d both be surprised.” Your eyebrows pulled together like you were pleading for him to try.

Tech chuckled, “If I said ‘on your knees?’” He hadn’t even finished the sentence and he felt you start to give way.

His eyes went wide and he moved with you, catching you by the elbows.

You stood frozen together, half crouched and sharing a stunned expression until Tech broke the silence, “Perhaps we continue this… experiment in a more private setting?”

You nodded along with his suggestion. “Yes, please.”

Tech’s eyes twinkled at your response. He brought you both to full height again and eagerly added,  “Promptly, if that’s alright. I’d like to hear more of that from you.”

tags: @baddest-batchers @bruh-myguy-what

pro-abortion. pro-divorce. i believe we have the god-given right to give up

For those curious how a Tech Turn ™ would work on a horse when I posted this 🐴✨🤠

throws these at you and scampers away on all fours

bonus

Anyone who says the Star Wars fandom is dying has clearly never met a TBB/Clone girlie.