#tiny circuits

[oldguydoesstuff]

Maybe there is a smaller functional retro game system than this Tiny Circuits Thumby, but I probably couldn't play it if there is, this is just insane.

[paragal]

Your eyes are a thousand times deeper than the sky, and I am a tiny star falling for all time

[rickybaby]

Genuine question as I am curious — I know it’s pretty obvious with his expressions/ body language that Daniel seemed shy/insecure(?) about having his braces, but has he ever outright said anything about feeling that way with them? Just out of curiosity as I am new around here!

“I feel very different in terms of looks. Fortunately, experience also bought me better looks. I’m not really too fond of showing people photos of me when I was younger”

[oversized-artist]

Dear juno, are you the alpha sigma of skibidi toilet? did you ever meet kai cenat or did livvi dunn lie to me? cuz if i remember correctly baby gronk rizzed up livvi dunn with some fanum tax and now shes yappin about that

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[art-of-bee]

a few chips n bits done for a client's widget over on twitch. these are my faves of the 16 individual sprites i made, each one is a miniscule 16x16!

almost look good enough to eat..

🌃 ko-fi + commissions 🌃 twitch 🌃 more pixels 🌃 do not repost.

[clairenatural]

cas sleeps with his hand on top of his own handprint on dean's shoulder

[waugh-bao]

Mick introduces Charlie, and Keith reacts to him playing an impromptu solo (2003)

[v-bee-lilac]

it towers above into the bloodstained distance lightning in its jaw as it bares its teeth at another in the distance, crackling with wasted energy, legs groaning with effort as it writhes against scarlet bonds from the earth. a creature, trapped. a monolith, bound. a modern tower of babel, lights aglow like stars in the endless red of the sky.

the air crackles with caged lightning. wasted, but beautiful, like fireworks before the long night soaring into black before bursting in a gorey shower of sparks. the machine purrs under my hands, servos groaning at the minute sensation that still registers to sensors meant to track every last human on board, even on the back of a beast the size of a human to a fly, metal not even able to twitch at the touch of a fly it is kind enough to not swat.

and it could swat: every last inch of it is peppered with weaponry, a thousand sights could be trained on me before i could even realise. but it does not. it lets me rest my hand on a petty few centimeters of its flank, to feel the vibrations of its every movement through my own flesh.

i know this, deep as the marrow in my bones:

it lives.

and it wants.

war-ready metal does not pry apart easily, even with the assistance of hammer and screwdriver, but i am determined: skin will be pried away even no matter how much it takes. no security system is activated as i drive the head of the screwdriver beneath metal plating with a hammer; no turret comes to life with me in its sights as my hands peel away the skin one i have enough for a handhold.

it wants this. it want this as much as i want to do it, to be peeled apart, laid open beneath loving hands that will worship every bloodied piece like the frayed threads of god itself.

the skin is tossed aside, a shell outgrown as it clatters to the grating behind me, something to be - not forgotten, but honoured, remembered for what is was part of and preserved.

but what it preserved, what it hid: a rainbow of wires, live nerves liable to set every last fibre of my own alike with a misplaved touch. the rubbery, pumping hydraulics like the vessels of a heart the size of a room. deeper, deeper still, the warm metal muscles beneath, bound by hellish roots in the earth and yet still twitching, jumping, desperate to carve furrows into the ground and charge for its foe.

every inch of it is beautiful - no, just the tiny piece ive been allowed to see is a beauty greater than any mortal masterpiece. what is the mother and child to the tapestry beneath my fingers? what is the coming of aphrodite to the machine that looms above me, a towering monument to man's greatest war that carried the last refuges of humanity on its back as it walked almost-eternal in the sun?

a hydraulic tube pulses as the leg im standing on twitches, grinding motors above and below as it helplessly tries to force itself free. as if my possessed i reach out, one hand wrapping around the pulsing vein before me and squeezing ever so slightly - too little strength to constrict, but enough to feel the liquid move under my fingers. alive. blood, rushing through vessels as the machine vents hot air and howls fury at its fellow in the distance.

it lives. it lives.

[lqvesoph]

it was nice while it lasted huh

[instantcoffeedemon]

uhm also like the intersection between computer science hardware and physics electronics and all the ways transistors can be made....so cool :3

[benilos]

im gonna die

[volfoss]

sincerely i think the worst part of having bjds of different sizes and styles is you will get a guy bc u think he looks nice and then you realize his head is massive and doesnt mesh with ANY of your other guys...

[waru-chan8]

We’ve been blessed with some Dani content

[aste-ri-sm]

|| Just guys being dudes

[angrybatart]

Back on track!

Majima Inner Child unlocked!

Plus bonus unfinished panels.

[zincbot]

first workout after top surgery had me flying high all day