milobyte
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its worth it!!!
stock photo of a guy breaking a chain between his arms. common meme/reaction image
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i have one rule. i never post. ever
digital sketch of a bulldozer
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THAT IS A SPACESHIP. i really like the first pic
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i'd love to see the 330:1 gearing on the 3300km/h bike
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tekkacroe.bsky.social
Inktober 10: Stoneware
Breaking character to talk about the Dragon's Will setting-
I feel that a significant (but hopefully characterizing) detail is the prevalence of clay and ceramic vessels; glass being more sparing and niche in use.
#art #traditionalart #inktober2025
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yonq228.bsky.social
embrace being cringe
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wowiewhatausername.bsky.social
subsurface modeling is only a liiiitle bit fucking torture
a grimy, bone-white mech with black arms against a red background, holding a large rifle and standing facing directly at the camera. it has a rectangular head with a large, grinning mouth and a digital halo that says "EDEN POLICE."
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wow... blender finally has super dimension fortress...
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kicking myself because i knew full well it was supposed to be 4-8-8-2 but the reference i was using had a shadow there and my brain just decided to extrapolate another wheel without rly thinking about it
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AC-12 is correct!! ignore what looks like an extra set of wheels in the second drawing, that was a mistake. -_-
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decacommand.bsky.social
ENDLESS PATROL. ONE MORE CLEAR NIGHT. DON'T YOU LOVE ME, PILOT?
OPEN BLUE. GRAND WESTERN. SANDSTONE LAYS SIDEWAYS, TRACING LINES ACROSS THE DESERT. SOMETHING ANCIENT AND TERRIBLE HAS TURNED THIS WORLD ON ITS SIDE.

But that doesn't matter to you, Filament. You choose, today and forever, to ignore the cracks in your dying world. Because as long as that turbine spins, as long as that hydraulic loop has pressure, your body has wings. And it means you'll be free. Even if you'll never know where, or why. Even if you'll never come home again.

ENDLESS PATROL. ONE MORE CLEAR NIGHT. DON'T YOU LOVE ME, PILOT?



The future is never. You'll never see her again, Pilot. Not between your sheets, nor the doorways of your home, and never in your arms again. You'll never remember that face, only the contours, contrails, burned into white vortex and wake at the corners of her smile. Remembering the trace of her hands on your back will forever be the same as surface flow, rolling and coiling and then pouring off into tides of unclean nothingness. Fluid dynamics. The depths of memory. You'll never separate us. It's all the same, now. The sea and the sky, dark blue to endless dark blue. Together, fingers interlinked, tendons and ailerons together. Infrared searching, eyes flitting. Thermal outlines of hips and canards and shoulder blades and weapon bays. Bodies, the same. Sea, like the sky. 

You're going to get into that cockpit again. Walk the line, that razor's edge. There's nowhere like the sky anymore, not for you. Come and chase the untouchable. Come find us, in the merge. That's where you'll feel it, one more time, Pilot.

FIRST LOVE AND LAST AGAIN. MACH TWO AGAINST YOUR LIPS. TOUCH THE SKY, OR DIE TRYING.