#old internet

[petalpxl]

[guavagyal]

if there were more sites that catered to children, I do believe there wouldn't be so many who become prey to predators & exposed to radicalizing content on the web.

there's still Minecraft, Roblox, and others, but not enough. I remember spending so much time on Orisinal, Nitrome, Barbie dot com, Postopia, GirlsGoGames, gURL, and Cartoon Network as a girl. at least some of those games are available on Numuki through HTML5.

you used to be able to play games on cartoonnetwork.com . . . now every company's website wants to give you spyware and spread corporate propaganda but I REMEMBER when you could play a BEN 10 adventure game in-browser without so much as giving away your e-mail. people's heads should be on pikes for this

[lune-redd]

flying gato

[pukefactory]

•☽────✧˖°˖ OLD INTERNET THEORY ˖°˖✧────☾•

★ Summary: A Compilation of Dating Headcannons Featuring ENA X Reader

★ Character(s): ENA (ENA: Web Series)

★ Genre: Headcannons, SFW

★ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

★ Image Credits: @submarine-06

☆ ENA has a habit of picking you up at random. She doesn’t ask, doesn’t give a single warning—just scoops you up and spins in circles, laughing in that glitchy, fractured way that makes your head spin worse than the motion. “Gravity is an illusion,” she declares, dropping you unceremoniously onto the floor, only to fall dramatically beside you a second later.

☆ She talks in riddles when she’s flustered. Compliment her, and she’ll freeze for exactly 2.7 seconds before her happy side glitches in, slurring something about “the essence of the cosmos intertwining with a serendipitous happenstance of adoration.” Translation: You make her nervous, and she likes it.

☆ ENA forgets how personal space works. She leans in too close when talking, tilting her head at odd angles, watching your reactions with unblinking fascination. If you back away, she follows. If you don’t, she lingers. Sometimes she just… rests her forehead against yours for a while, like you’re some sort of emotional reset button.

☆ Her emotions shift unpredictably, but you’re the one constant. One second, she’s floating around happily, arms waving like she’s conducting an invisible orchestra. The next, she’s curled in a ball, mumbling in distorted sobs. But no matter how erratic her moods get, she always finds her way back to you—gripping your sleeve, your hand, the hem of your shirt—like you’re the only thing anchoring her in place.

☆ She loves playing with your hands. Tracing the lines on your palm with her blocky fingers, comparing the warmth of her smooth side to the strange, pixelated chill of the other. Sometimes, she just holds onto you absentmindedly, like a thought she refuses to let slip away.

☆ You catch glimpses of her ‘other’ forms when she’s especially emotional. A flicker of horns when she gets too happy. A shadow of geometric sadness curling around her limbs when she’s upset. They never last long, but every time you see them, she looks at you like she’s waiting for a reaction. Waiting to see if you’ll still stay.

☆ She smells like chocolate milk, and it lingers on your clothes. You don’t know how or why, but being around her long enough means constantly smelling like some strange mix of nostalgia and glitching pixels. ENA finds this hilarious.

☆ She teaches you how to navigate her world. The absurd landscapes, the shifting physics, the “NPCs” that speak in cryptic riddles—ENA grabs your hand and pulls you through it all like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Come on, little human, let’s break reality together!”

☆ She doesn’t dream like you do, but she still shares her ‘thoughtspaces’ with you. When she ‘sleeps,’ fragments of colors and distorted sounds flicker around her, glitching in and out of existence. Sometimes, you swear you can hear your own voice among them, as if your presence has permanently embedded itself into the code of her being.

☆ ENA insists that you and she are a ‘perfect narrative contradiction.’ Whatever that means. She says it with absolute conviction, though, cradling your face between mismatched hands, eyes flickering with some unreadable emotion. “You and I—we are both the question and the answer, the paradox and the solution. Fascinating.”

[gateway-2000]

[chocolateheartwizard]

[wyatt000j000barlow]

ABDHDUUAUFH THIS TOOK THREE DAYS

[jelatinflowers]

風緋ゆずの

[zeffdakilla]

FLASH WARNING!!!

[transmascgarfield]

PAREO stamps !! ✮ free to use ꩜ self indulgent

[lammienade]

[numbpill]

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[tutorial: build your own neocities/nekoweb page]

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a beginner's guide for making your very own home on the indie web—retro, personal, weird, and 100% yours.

this ain’t an average wix, squarespace, or tiktok aesthetic.

we’re talking full html/css with soul and attitude.

[ prerequisites ]

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> an idea

> basic text editor (vscode, notepad++, or even notepad)

> account on https://neocities.org or https://nekoweb.org

> some gifs or tiles you love (dig deep or make your own)

> optional: image host or gif repo (or self-host everything)

[ feeling overwhelmed? read this. ]

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you do *not* need to know everything.

html is not a mountain. it's a garden.

you plant one tag. then another. then a style. then a button.

you can build your site piece by piece.

and every piece is a portal to somewhere personal.

you are allowed to make broken pages.

you are allowed to use templates.

you are allowed to start over as many times as you want.

this is *your* world. you control the weird.

[ step 1: create an account ]

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> neocities: https://neocities.org

> nekoweb: https://nekoweb.org

register a name, log in, and enter your file manager.

this is where you upload your files and see your site live.

[ step 2: your first file - index.html ]

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make a new file: `index.html`

basic starter:

<html>

<head>

<title>my weird little corner</title>

<link rel="stylesheet" href="style.css">

</head>

<body>

<h1>welcome to the void</h1>

<p>this is my page. it’s strange. like me.</p>

<img src="mygif.gif">

</body>

</html>

> upload to the dashboard

> boom. you’re live at

https://yoursite.neocities.org

or https://nekoweb.org/u/yoursite

[ step 3: add a style sheet - style.css ]

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create a file called `style.css` and upload it.

here’s some nostalgic magic:

body {

background: url('tile.gif');

color: lime;

font-family: "Courier New", monospace;

text-shadow: 1px 1px 0 black;

}

img {

image-rendering: pixelated;

}

marquee {

font-size: 20px;

color: magenta;

}

link it in your html and the vibes activate.

[ step 4: decorate it like a haunted usb ]

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> use <marquee> for chaos scrolls

> embed gifs from https://gifcities.org/

> steal buttons from https://cyber.dabamos.de/88x31/

> set up a guestbook at https://www.smartgb.com/

> loop audio with <audio autoplay loop>

> add fake errors, 90s web lore, random link lists

[ step 5: resources, themes, and comfort ]

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> templates & layouts: https://numbpilled-themes.tumblr.com

> glitchy gifs & buttons: https://glitchcat.neocities.org/resources

> layout builder: https://sadgrl.online/projects/layout-builder/

> free tiled backgrounds: https://backgrounds.neocities.org/

> beginner html intro: https://www.w3schools.com/html/

> pixel fonts & cyber assets: https://fontstruct.com/

remember:

you don't need to know js. you don't need to be a coder.

you just need a mood, a direction, a dream.

the html will follow.

[ bonus concept: shrine pages ]

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> a page just for one character you love

> a room to house digital fragments of your identity

> embed quotes, music, images like altars

> call it shrine.html and link it from your homepage

[ closing mantra ]

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you are not here to be optimized.

you are not a brand.

you are a ghost inside the machine,

carving your initials into the silicon void.

welcome to Your website.

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[fordacult]

[tacodelivery39]

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[gateway-2000]