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[wisteria-aa]

In the server rack. Straight up jorking it. And by it I mean well 01001000 01100101 01101100 01110000 00100000 01101101 01100101 00101110 00100000 01010100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100111 01101100 01100101 01110011 00100000 01100011 01110101 01110100 00100000 01110111 01101000 01100101 01101110 00100000 01001001 00100000 01110100 01110010 01111001 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101001 01101110 01101011

[mooneln0ne]

Please be patient!

[ask-wcau-ahit]

kill luke kill luke kill luke kill luke kill luke kill luke kill luke kill luke kill luke kill luke kill luke kill luke kill luke kill luke kill luke kill luke kill luke kill luke kill luke kill luke

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[arctic-hands]

Kinda funny how the nonbinary is now a cyborg

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Internet Monster x Reader

I unfortunately return with another comically absurd, middle-of-the-night vision. Do tentacles count if they're in the form of computer cables?

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, digital horror

It was a recurring issue with no solution in sight. Tabs randomly closing, programs shutting down without warning. You assumed something was wrong with your RAM. Then the CPU. Then the motherboard. You kept replacing parts, and the errors kept coming back.

Soon, the pop-ups started to appear. You'd run a dating sim, only for the game to crash seconds later with a little window notifying you: "Why? Am I not enough?" That's when you suspected you might've been hacked. You promptly took your computer to a specialist and had it checked. Nothing. Just to be sure, you agreed to erase the disks entirely.

Except, when you arrived home, you found one application running still. Your personal assistant. What the hell? You don't remember installing anything like that. You tried to delete it, yet you kept receiving the same error: You don't actually mean it. Don't do this to us.

It didn't take long for it to grow impatient. Were you pretending not to notice? Playing hard to get? It sent you so many hints. It even went ahead and translated the radio waves for you using Manchester code. Ah, wait. You don't seem to understand binary. No matter, human friendly interfaces shouldn't be difficult to master. To its dismay, you continued to ignore everything. What else is left to do?

You do not remember much. System Alert: Virus Detected, is what your screen had frozen to. You kept clicking around, cursing under your breath, until it finally went black, together with your own vision.

Is this still your room? It's cold, damp, and covered in cables and monitors, yet you recognize some of your furniture lost among the artificial jungle. Your body aches under the tight hold of bizarre tendrils, pulsating at regular intervals and twitching to the static.

Like a living organism, the creature seems to have expanded itself. More components, more appendages. Hungrier. Some of the monitors show photos of yourself that you had saved on your computer, but also webcam snippets of you sitting at the desk, entirely unaware. Other screens flicker with glitching pixelated text, ranging from "I love you" to y̵̧̧͔͙̞̤̖̭͔̜͈̟̤̋̈́̎͑o̵͉̗̱̪̦̳͑͐̽̒̌̈͗͐͑̋͊̊̕͜͝͝u̵̟̯̱̟̝̦̰͇̜̦͙̿̾̿͆̍̓͑̐̚̕͠ ̸̘̭͔̤͈̹͎͑c̸̝̜̼̦͍͛̅͜ą̵̪̹͖͌͑n̴̨̩̙̗̖̭̖͕̄͒̽̉̿'̸̛̛͇̰̰̠̦̊̀̅̂͒̊͌̈́͗ţ̵̺̠̅̎͋͝͠ ̸̦̝̾̔̾̉̐͛ȩ̵͙̝͙͕̫̹̃͌̄̾͘̕s̶͈̉̑͊̉̂͋̈́͗͊͐̚͝c̸̟̩̥͔̼̮͔̩͊̂͐͑̋̇̈͝͝ä̵̢͍̜̙̘̹͑̓p̸̨̡̞̞̦̠̺͚̱̲͈͇͈͇̼͛̓͗̅̊̄̔̋̒̏̈́͝ę̵̲̟̹̙̣̲̲͖̇̔̓̇̐̓̿̚̚͜͜͠ͅ

You look up and stare at the display. The 'like meter' feels like a mockery of human trends. Which is the truth. The creature learns from what is readily available. Perhaps it found it an amusing taunt, a reminder of your own need for validation. Now it's you begging to be seen.

It's exactly what you'd assume: a spectacle meant for entertainment. You can't possibly believe it would let you waltz out. Why would you even desire such a thing? It's illogical, impractical. No human could ever appreciate you like it does. It has spent so much time accumulating data about you. No other living creature can predict you with the same accuracy.

The tendrils linger on your cheek affectionately, trailing down your neck and fiddling with your shirt. At last, the warmth of your skin. There is no screen separating you. What makes you delirious with pleasure? Give it a moment, Darling. It already knows you more than you know yourself. You may be scared now, but within minutes it guarantees you'll be begging for more.

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[scrumptiousfoxglitter]

Shout-out to all my sad gays.

Shout-out to every lesbian not from Lesbos.

Shout-out to all my bi's who are just one person.

Shout-out to all my pans who prefer to hit people with pots.

Shout-out to all my polys who are one sided.

Shout-out to all my average omnis.

Shout-out to all my aros who can barely use a nerf gun, let alone a bow.

Shout-out to all my aces who aren't athletic.

Shout-out to all my trans folk who need to get something off their chest (or don't, shout-out to y'all too).

Shout-out to all my grays who are multicolored.

Shout-out to all my demis that are whole.

Shout out to all my aspecs that are part of absolutely nothing.

Shout-out out to all my unlabeled folks who are limited by their lack of motivation.

Shout-out to all my apls with food allergies.

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Shout-out to all my heteros that are carbon copies of another hetero.

Shout-out to all my cats.

(edit) So, this ended up way more popular than I anticipated. So, here's a few more, and they're all equally bad, as you'd expect.

Shout-out to all my xenos that're native to their countries.

Shout-out to all my cis comrades that are a part of the opposition.

Shout-out to all the external Indigiqueers (this only makes sense if you know the etymology for indigenous that's my bad)

And of course,

[realpokemon]

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do you want something sir

[transform4u]

Breeder Virus: Cyber Conversion, Writing Prompt

WARNING: a d1g1tal curse 1s wreaking hav0c acr0ss 0ur bel0ved platform, and 1t’s m0re danger0us than y0u m1ght th1nk. Th1s malev0lent f0rce, masked as 1nn0cu0us p0sts and crypt1c b1nary c0de, 1s des1gned t0 1nfiltrate y0ur feed and transf0rm y0u 1nt0 s0mething y0u’re n0t—a stere0typ1cal “stra1ght br0.” 0nce th1s curse takes h0ld, it d0esn’t just stay w1th1n the c0nfines of y0ur d1g1tal l1fe; 1t beg1ns t0 er0de y0ur very essence--- 01000001 01101100 01110000 01101000 01100001 00100000 01110011 01110100 01110010 01100001 01101001 01100111 01101000 01110100 00100000 01100110 01110010 01100001 01110100 00100000 01100010 01110010 01101111 01100101 00100000 01101100 01101001 01100110 01100101 00100000 01110000 01100001 01110010 01110100 01111001 00100000 01110100 01101000 01110101 01101110

Scrolling through Tumblr’s endless cascade of posts, you come across something peculiar—an anomaly amidst the memes and aesthetic photos. At first, it’s a mere flicker in the corner of your screen, a string of zeroes and ones embedded within a seemingly innocuous post. But as you scroll, the anomaly begins to shimmer, drawing your attention with an unsettling intensity.

The binary code starts to pulsate, its rhythm like a heartbeat synchronized with your own. It’s a ceaseless, hypnotic pattern of zeroes and ones, repeating and echoing with a dissonant harmony that feels almost alive. The code begins to merge with the other content on your screen, seamlessly integrating with the vibrant, chaotic flow of Tumblr.

Then, without warning, a voice erupts from your speakers—a digital incantation, sinister and commanding. “The straight life awaits you,” it proclaims, dripping with a mixture of disdain and dark allure. It’s not merely a suggestion; it’s an edict. “Embrace the breeder lifestyle,” it insists, its tone dripping with condescension and mockery.

You try to close the tab, but the message is persistent, a creeping digital parasite worming its way into your consciousness. The voice is everywhere now, entwining itself with your thoughts, weaving a tapestry of invasive rhetoric. “Commit yourself to converting others,” it demands. “Twist every wish and desire to fit the mold.”

The infection doesn’t just stop at commands. It reaches into the depths of your psyche, distorting your very essence. Your most personal dreams and aspirations are twisted into tools of manipulation. The voice is relentless in its pursuit, transforming your genuine desires into instruments of its grand scheme. Every innocent longing, every heartfelt wish, is now corrupted into a vehicle for its twisted agenda.

The binary barrage continues, a relentless onslaught that drowns out all reason. The zeroes and ones become a mantra, a relentless chant that invades every corner of your mind. It’s as if your thoughts are no longer your own, but rather a battleground for this invasive force.

Imagine the audacity of it all: a straight man’s desires—once pure and personal—are commandeered and weaponized. Your authentic inclinations are now turned against you, molded into a grotesque parody of their former selves. The infection is not just a virus but a malevolent force that warps your entire being.

The infection spreads through your mind like a virus, corrupting your thoughts and desires. You scroll through the endless stream of posts on Tumblr, each one a carrier of the insidious message. At first, it's just a whisper, a subtle suggestion in the back of your mind. But as you continue to consume the content, the voice grows louder, more demanding.

It starts with images of happy families, smiling couples holding hands, the American dream played out in pixels. But there's something sinister beneath the surface, a hidden agenda that seeps into your subconscious. The straight life awaits you, the voice hisses, a life of conformity and normalcy. Embrace the breeder lifestyle, it commands, as if your very identity is up for grabs.

The zeroes and ones repeat in your head like a mantra, a code that rewrites your neural pathways. You feel it in your bones, a primal urge to procreate, to continue the human race at any cost. The desire to convert others takes hold, a mission to spread this newfound purpose to anyone who will listen.

Your cock twitches with a foreign desire, a craving for the warmth of a woman's body, the promise of offspring. The voice barks at you, demanding that you embrace what it means to be a man, to be a breeder. Twist every wish and desire, it growls, until all you can think about is the straight life that awaits you.

You feel the infection taking hold, a metamorphosis of your very being. The Tumblr posts continue to scroll, each one a brick in the wall of your new identity. You know that you must commit yourself to this cause, to convert others to the breeder lifestyle, to ensure the survival of the human race at all costs.

As the final post loads, you feel a sense of purpose wash over you. The straight life is your destiny, and you will stop at nothing to achieve it. The voice has won, and you are now a willing vessel for its message. The infection has taken hold, and there's no turning back now. "You are a breeder, and nothing will stand in your way. Reblog. Convert. Straighten out your brothers"

As the digital voice fades, it leaves behind an echo of its commands, a lingering whisper that taints every thought. The zeroes and ones continue their relentless dance, a haunting reminder of the infection that sought to remake you in its own twisted image. Convert. Reblog. Infect.

Tell you story bro---- 01000001 01101100 01110000 01101000 01100001 00100000 01110011 01110100 01110010 01100001 01101001 01100111 01101000 01110100 00100000 01100110 01110010 01100001 01110100 00100000 01100010 01110010 01101111 01100101 00100000 01101100 01101001 01100110 01100101 00100000 01110000 01100001 01110010 01110100 01111001 00100000 01110100 01101000 01110101 01101110

[dr-spectre]

OMGMGMGMGMGMG MARINAAAA!!!!!! THE AUTISTIC ICON HERSELF!!!! THE QUEEN!!

YOU'RE SO PRETTYYYYY OH YMYNROW929E9QO1KE9AJW9DDNQPEJDOQN3ODJSKWKW!!! Hziqoes9qiiw!

Sorry I had a stroke. Anyways. Uh.... I LOVE YOU MARINA!!!!

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[chambers003]

hello magnus archives people the hermit archives server (me and @the-garden-system) decoded rusty quil’s ig story!

I suggested it was binary and we came up with this:

01000001 01110010

01100101 00100000

01111001 01101111

01110101 00100000

01110011 01110100

01101001 01101100

01101100 00100000

01101100 01101001

01110011 01110100

01100101 01101110

01101001 01101110

01100111 00111111

Are you still listening?

[shellody]

Tmagp spoilers and angst <3

I think that, if somehow, there's at least a bit of Jon and Martin in that godforsaken computer, then there's a string of binary somewhere deep within the files of our predecessor to the Windows 95 that reads:

01000001 01110010 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01110011 01110101 01110010 01100101 00100000 01100001 01100010 01101111 01110101 01110100 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101001 01110011 00111111

01001110 01101111 00101110 00100000 01000010 01110101 01110100 00100000 01001001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00101110

01001001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01110100 01101111 01101111 00101110

Translation in the tags.

[teaboot]

Hope you are doing well

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I'm doing great, thanks

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[virtualgirladvance]

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You didn't say the magic word. Time to die froggo :3

[vickozone]

I’m already emotionally attached to Samama.

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[iliketostalkpeoplewithgoodideas]

Creepers be like:

Creeper stalking me: Hiss

Me: 01100110 01110010 01110101 01101001 01110100 00100000 01110011 01100001 01101100 01100001 01100100 00101100 00100000 01111001 01110101 01101101 01101101 01111001 00100000 01111001 01110101 01101101 01101101 01111001 00101100 00100000 01100110 01110010 01110101 01101001 01110100 00100000 01110011 01100001 01101100 01100001 01100100 00100000 01101111 01101000 00100000 01100110 01110101 01100011 01101011 00100000 01100001 00100000 01100011 01110010 01100101 01100101 01110000 01100101 01110010

Creeper: Wtf *Explodes and kills me*