#Magnetic Antenna

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[rfantenna]

[rfantennaindia]

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[sinfulsinewave]

oh look it's (censored) nudes o'clock

also i have a fansly now because i like affording rent (and also might as well have a job i actually enjoy instead of programming for a living)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Jin Ling: Master Sleuth

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Abyssal Copepod Partial Fursuit (Gifset / Stimboard)

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(the text in the video made it tricky to crop the gifs, but it turned out awesome!)

[sw5w]

Probe Droid Returns

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:16:22

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[honourablejester]

I’m realising as I browse around that I really love lore when it comes to ttrpgs, games and game worlds. And by that I don’t mean I like to obsessively learn lists of dates and wars, and the names of leaders of factions, I mean …

I like learning weird, juicy details about the worlds of games. I like finding little nuggets that say things about the set-up and culture and assumptions of the world. I like finding fragments of ideas to hang whole story and character concepts off.

I love that in D&D 5e’s Spelljammer, the Astral Sea is full of the corpses of dead gods that you can fully sail up to in your ship. Just. Floating out there. Waiting for you to rock up to them.

I love that in Sunless Sea, the king of the drowned is the way he is because he fell in love with an eldritch sea urchin from space, and successfully married it. His niece is an angry sentient floating mountain whose mother is a goddess-mountain and whose father is a face-stealing humanoid abomination. This is fine and normal.

I love that in Starfinder, there are mysterious bubble cities in the surface of the sun that the church of the sun goddess discovered and cheerfully occupied despite having no idea who the hell built them or for what purpose.

I love that in Dishonored, the entire industrial revolution that has built the empire we’re in the midst of saving or destroying was built on the properties of whale oil harvested from eldritch tentacled whales that live half in the oceans and half in an eldritch void personified in the form of a weird-ass black-eyed shit-stirrer of a deity who was formed from a murdered and sacrificed child. And this is largely a background detail.

I love in the Elder Scrolls that the dwarves up and fucking vanished, as a race, at some point in history and absolutely nobody has any clue what happened to them or where they went, but their technology is so insane that ideas like ‘they time-travelled’ or ‘they erased themselves from existence’ are absolutely on the table.

I love that in Numenera, so many incredibly advanced civilisations have risen and fallen on this world that it’s absolutely littered with bonkers science fiction artefacts that have caused the current medieval-esque society built over top of them to develop in bizarre ways, and also you can find a mysterious artefact that absolutely baffles and delights your character, but that you the player will fully recognise as a slightly-more-advanced thermos flask.

I love that in Fallout, an irradiated post-nuclear apolocalypic hellscape, there’s a cult that worships the god of radiation as they have come to understand it, and they are mysteriously immune to radiation with absolutely no explanation whatsoever. They’re not ghouls, the usual result of fatally irradiated humans with some resistance, they’re perfectly normal humans who can somehow just tank rads all damn day. It could be a mutation, but Lovecraftian gods apparently do also fully exist in this setting, so it’s also possible that maybe they were on to something with this Atom thing.

I love that in Heart The City Beneath, there’s a mass transit train system that they tried to hook up to the eldritch beating god-thing buried under the city so that they could metaphysically chain the stations together more easily, which went horrifically and metaphysically wrong in entirely predictable fashion, and now there’s a whole order of train-knights who have to keep people safe from the extradimensional weirdness magnet the network has become.

That, and all the fantastic little details you can stumble across. There’s a biotech augmentation in Starfinder called an angler’s light that gives you a little angler-fish bioluminescent antenna on your forehead, and it was developed by asteroid miners who needed light but also both hands free for work. In Dishonored there’s a festival that everyone pretends is outside of time so nothing you do during it can be held against you. There’s a god of snuffed candles mentioned in a single line from Heart The City Beneath who has pacifist cannibal priests, and that is literally all the information you get on him.

While things like the history and geography and timeline of a world do also fascinate me, I’m not really here to memorise stuff like that. I’m here to find weird little nuggets of information and worldbuilding and delight in them. Give me funerary customs and weird myths and oddly specific circumstances and baffling little objects and absolutely bonkers cosmological implications. Give me the corpses of dead gods, and aesthetic movements with highly specific backstories, and bureaucratic fuck-ups of titanic scale, and mysterious things that seem to break all other rules of your setting with absolutely no explanation because people in-universe have no fucking clue how they work either. Why are the Children of Atom immune to radiation without ghoulifying? Not a clue, but Confessor Cromwell has been cheerfully standing in that irradiated pond that kills the player character with about 10 minutes of exposure for the last year and he’s still absolutely fine.

I just. I really love lore. I like my settings to have some meat in them, some juicy details to dig into, some inexplicable elements to have fun trying to explain. Particularly that last bit. I feel like a lot of people when building worlds feel like the rules have to be absolute and everything has to have an explanation, but nah. Putting some weird shit in makes everything immediately feel bigger, more real, because we don’t have even half an idea of how our world truly works, there’s always something we just don’t fully understand yet, and you can put that in a fictional world too. Some mysteries, some contradictions, some randomness, some weirdness. There’s a line, obviously, this depends on execution, but a little bit of mystery really does help.

Lore is awesome. And weird lore is even more so. Heh.

[eteilytech]

[veinwires]

have you kissed your computer today uwu? have you told your botfriend you love them teehee? have you stroked the antennae on their head and made them dizzy? have you put a magnet up to their screenface to permanently distort their display and damage their circuitry? i think you should chew on the wires inside of its chest. i think you should pry its ribcage open and poke its chassis annoyingly. i think you should find a port and plug in a usb stick you found on the street and see if there's a virus on it or not. it'll be so much fun. have you removed its ram while it's conscious? have you realized every robot is just a computer? you can take apart computers and put them back together if you want. you can do that. they like it so much

[rfantenna]

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[turbofanatic]

A quick speedpaint slapped together while I try to both finish this work project and get enough sleep.

A posthuman Ring Dragon from Living Creatures, known for living in low-G vacuums on derelict stations and planetary rings. They navigate by using derived intestines as magnetic sails and pelvic bones as a dish antenna. This means seasonal migrations as the ring passes in and out of the planet's shadow and solar wind.

They are the remains of the losers of the war against Heaven.

Lioness thinks of them like sweet little radio singing birdies that eat out of her hands.

[nocturnowlette]

imagine you're at a crowded house party, sitting on a couch

you don't really like all of the noise, but still enjoy the feeling of being around people - so there you sit, soaking in the vibe in your own little way.

while gazing around lazily with your eyes, you slowly scan your head to the right, until, suddenly, your eyes dart to the corner of your peripheral version.

someone else has sat down on the couch.

and she's looking at you.

her head is faced mostly forward, feigning attention towards the crowd. her eyes, however, are fixed right on you - a near imperceptible grin lifting the corner of her mouth.

you almost throw your head to the left. 'why are they staring at me?' you think yourself. while you're not a stranger to being social, you're more comfortable being on the outline of attention rather than the center of it. right now, though, you're being stared at.

how long has she been there? is she still looking? obviously you can't check, it'd be even more awkward if you looked again and saw them still staring. what would she even think of you? what is she thinking of you now? why is it getting... hard to think-

you're feeling something: a light, repetitive scratch, up and down, just behind your ear. what? what's happening? why is everything getting louder? its like the vibrations in your skull are being amplified. you can hear a gentle sound- a bracelet, the hard plastic beads clacking gently against eachother, almost entirely drowned out by the music. it sounds so far away, yet so, so loud. all of the instruments have fallen away into a mush, everything except for the overpowering, repetitive drums and bass.

you feel like an antenna. all of the sounds in the room are only resonating more and more, dropping deeper and deeper with every scratch, sinking and melting and- wait-

your head jolts from the hand on the back of your head. you still feel drunk- did you even drink alcohol? so hard to remember. the feeling is starting to fade, as you hear the girl to your right.

'do you want me to stop?' she asks. oh. she was scratching your head. what? why? you can't speak. you feel frozen. you could swear that everyone was looking at you, but when you finally get yourself to look around again, the party is continuing as normal. even the music, returned to its regular volume. what's going on?-

iiits comiing back, so suddenly, feeling so dull. your head feels so heavy, the bass of the music only getting louder. the vibrations amplify in your brain, drowning out all of your thoughts, spinning and swirling and getting so heavy and-

the scratching stops.

back to normal again, kind of. you look back at her, her grin unmistakable now. did she get closer? she's staring at you still, but this time, expectantly.

does she want you to do something? it should be embarrassing how long you're staring at her confused, but she seems unwavered. clearly figuring that you don't know what's going on, she raises her hand back towards your head. you flinch a bit, and she stops. then, her hand just... stays there. it's almost positioned like a handshake, but more relaxed. an offer.

you can't stop staring.

this is all so strange, but the hand... it feels magnetic. it has gravity. this party had been nothing special until this moment, another night of watching others enjoy themselves. right now, though, you have an opportunity.

you take it.

you start to raise your hand to lead hers, but before you can, you're pulled into a strong embrace- head on her shoulder, your weight leaning against her. it feels a little awkw-

it starts again. you melt into her embrace, falling so much faster into mindlessness. consumed by the music. consumed by the scratches. consumed by vibration. resonance. you're deteriorating into bliss, every structure in your brain so effortlessly melting away. towers into dust, mountains crumbing.

she leans her head a bit forward, and whispers into your ear.

"Good Puppy~"

Mindless.

you don't know what thoughts even are anymore, you don't know what a "self" is. your mind has simply disappeared, it's presence no longer needed. you're an extension of this hand, of the person wielding it. there's nothing else you possibly could be.

how much time has passed? has it been 5 seconds? a minute? hours? it's impossible to remember where you even were, what life even was before this. maybe this is all existence really is. you don't complain. you couldn't complain if you tried. it's everything you know. how could you fight this feeling? how could you fight everything? there's nothing you'd rather be-

you wake up. there are several other partygoers on the floor, presumably passed out drunk, with blankets lazily thrown over them and pillows under their heads. nice enough, you guess. you're on the couch, given the same treatment.

you check your phone; it's 7 AM. when did you even go to sleep? you feel around to see if you have everything - wallet, keys- there's a piece of paper in your pocket, folded twice over. opening up, through the heavy creases, there's a phone number. below it is a multi-colored note reading,

"if you wanna be a Good Puppy again, call me."

just reading the phrase claws at the back of your mind, bringing back everything that happened last night.

you blush, stuffing the note in your pocket as if one of the sleeping partyers would somehow see it. shaking your head to clear it, you grab everything you need and start to head to the door.

you pause, considering everything for just a moment, before heading out to your car.