#cybers input

[cybersoldier82]

Normalize having pred crushes on characters you despise. Yes i think theyre hot yes i want them to eat me but i’d also gladly pound them into the ground out of sheer spite if the opportunity arose.

#soft vore #safe vore #vore talk #v.ore #extreme cuddling #v0re #g/t vore #v/ore #sfw vore #fandom vore #kinda #cybers input #pred crush

[aliensmoothie]

god forgive me for the person i become when i play cyberpunk

#^ is thinking up a cyberpunk version of my boyfriends persona so he and my cyberpunk character can ( cyber ) kiss and have ( cyber ) fun #REMY IF UR READING THIS . IF U HAVE ANY INPUT I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR . #NO PRESSURE TO ENTERTAIN MY BRAINROT EITHER THOUGH . im normal . 🫀🫀🫀 #⸸

[crtter]

List of New Spamton Lore

This post contains all the new information about Spamton revealed on September 17th and 18th 2022 through the Spamton Sweepstakes and the Twitter Q&A, ranging from the most important reveals to small details, in no particular order!

Spamton might be dual typed, with his two elements being Puppet and Cat. It could also be, however, that he merely meant that the Puppet and the Cat elements share the same elemental weaknesses and that his sole element is Puppet.

Spamton once considered Swatch a close friend who always listened to him and was a shoulder for him to cry on.

Spamton seems to be especially fond of the Mike person he mentions in the game, citing him as the only one he’d spare if he got revenge on all of those who he feels have wronged him and declining to give people any information about him in order to protect him from “THAT [Cathode]’S CREW”.

Spamton is aware “haters” want to inflict bodily damage onto him (especially cover him in milk and throw him against a wall) and his official stance on the subject is “[Cool down with a]!!! WHAT IF ONE DAY, YOU ENDED UP [Killed] ME!?” and “WE DON’T DO THAT WITHOUT [A 72 hour paid Appointment]!!”

Spamton met Noelle before her arrival to Cyber World through her replying to his spam e-mails (implied to be about a supposedly “friend finder” website she tried to find her sister through). She was the only one to ever reply to one of his e-mails and, in return, he sent her a code that, when input into the Cat Petterz 2 game, produced a pipis reminiscent to the Bad Egg glitch from the Pokémon games.

The Pipis Spamton sent Noelle is implied to be the only gift he ever gave someone, since he seems unable to give people goods without trading them for money, even symbolically, either because of his corruption or as a trait of his species.

Spamton is aware people find him attractive and attributes it to his “MASSIVE [Ass]”.

Spamton doesn’t know what his Spamton EX form would have looked like.

Spamton claims that first three letters of the hidden, garbled lyrics hidden in BIG SHOT and as a voice line in the Spamton plush are “F I N”.

Spamton recognizes that his speech contains “[Brackets]“ and “[Random sp4m quotes]” to someone who’s looking at it in text form.

Spamton can repeat pieces of phrases he reads or is told, something he does in four different occasions between the Sweepstakes and the Q&A, which implies some of the things he says might be fully copied and pasted together from other sources.

Spamton claims his favorite food is Mexican food, but very specifically from the Pipis “The Original” restaurant, which is a reference present in the original game.

When answering this particular question, he answered it by repeating phrases taken directly from the restaurant’s Facebook page almost word for word.

Spamton considers himself handsome.

Spamton might know about Jockington and thinks he’d disapprove of his “Pipis Big Shot Fantasyship Ring” product, maybe because Pipis isn’t a real sport.

Spamton is in a certain amount of denial about his downfall.

Spamton made two separate references to being willing to be in a three-way relationship.

Spamton doesn’t like people that aren’t very well acquainted with them referring to his Pipis as eggs and calls them “[The boys]”. He considers the idea of them being used as a food source as pretty barbaric but admits it’d look “DELICIS” and “[Cheap]”.

Spamton knows a certain man is responsible for handing white eggs to people.

Spamton doesn’t seem to remember the Knight (or is pretending not to).

Spamton claims the Cungadero is the “[Nation’s Most Popular Car]”.

Spamton has always been shorter than the other Addisons.

Spamton seems to find non-digital painting an interesting concept and dubbed The Mona Spamton as “[History's First Fully Authentic] PAINTING”.

Spamton describes what happened to him as being made “INTO YOUR [living puppet] AND [enslave me] WITH [visions of glory]”.

Spamton implies that, at one point, he was pushed inside the Queen’s pool and given a swirlie in the mansion’s toilets.

Spamton seems to believe he has “died” in the past in some way.

When asked about his sexual orientation, Spamton claims to “LIKE [anyone and anything] THAT GIVE ME [Money]!!” and to be a “[Business Loving Businessman]”.

The little animated sprite of Spamton dancing borrows some moves from the famous Dancing Baby, a CGI animation from 1996 that’s widely considered to be the first meme.

Spamton finds Queen attractive. More specifically, that she has a “[smoking hot a$$]”, something he mentions in two separate occasions when referring to her.

Spamton appreciates his fans, calling them [Fellow Freaks].

Spamton considers Ralsei a “[scringley]”.

Spamton knows what memes are (he spells them as “m3m3”) and referenced around 11 different memes in both the Sweepstakes and the Q&A.

He specifically referenced the everyteenagers4free hot dog husband post when talking about Jevil, which could imply they’re exes.

Spamton considers Berdly’s statue as the best thing he has ever found in the trash.

Spamton seems to have frequent flashbacks about being evicted from Queen’s mansion.

Spamton thinks the Addisons were never his real friends and were embarrassed to be seen with him because he was “bad for business”.

Spamton knows what Neopets are.

Spamton stuck his nose inside a Cungadero’s auxiliary power outlet at least once.

#god is this long! sorry everyone #Spamton #Deltarune #Spamton Sweepstakes #Spamton Q&A #long post

[chongoblog]

Scooby Doo and the Cyber Chase is so funny because the villain was salty that his MLB 2K game didn't win an award over the game with fully functioning AI copies of the gang that properly reacted to almost all player input (as shown by the gang entering the game), and the only reason he got caught is because his baseball hyperfixation was so strong that he imprinted said hyperfixation onto the virus he was using to destroy the game. Incredible.

[woahiwrite]

Hi there! So if your uncomfortable with doing this request, it’s no worry at all. But if you aren’t, I was wondering if you could do a reader with ADHD x Bi-Han? Especially one that is very forgetful and struggles with that part of themself? Maybe first impressions? Look forward to seeing more of your work!

Bi-Han with an S/O who has ADHD

Warnings: Spoilers for Bi-Han's Tower Ending! Otherwise it is just fluff, I do not have ADHD so I "consulted with the Elder Gods" (my friend), so these are mostly based off of her! Gender neutral reader

Shoutout to my bestie for helping me write this(she basically wrote the whole thing I just edited it and added more onto it) she's a real one🤞🏾. Thank you for enjoying my writings!

• So Bi-Han at first will probably get easily irritated

• We all know how Bi-Han is

• You cut him off while he's talking?

• He's giving you a glare

• You forget something simple or move on with a task before it is complete?

• He let's out the most annoyed sigh, but he will redirect you to what was supposed to be done

• That is in the beginning though

• Explain to him why these things happen, how you are trying your best and aren't ignoring him or just slacking off

• It will take him a while, but, he will begin to understand

• Now if you are with him in important Lin Kuei meetings, and you wish to say something while he is speaking, all you need to do is tap his arm

• He'll understand

• Though he may still let out a small sigh

• Your input is always important to him, your insight a valued one, much like Cyrax and Sektor

• Which leads to another point

• If you are doing a task on your own, sometimes you might leave before it is complete, moving on to something else that catches your attention

• Bi-Han often watches you as you work for this reason, not hovering, but, keeping a watchful eye

• Think of the scene where he is watching Sektor work on the Cyber Lin Kuei in his tower ending

• He'll guide you back in the right direction, reminding you to finish fully before moving on to something else

▪︎"Not yet."

▪︎"What's wrong?"

▪︎"It is not finished, do not move on."

• He's a little rough, but he's got the spirit

• Whenever you successfully complete a task by yourself, and nobody is nearby, you are graced with a kiss on the head and met with a proud gleam in his eyes

• (Bi-Han may bring you up as a role model to Lin Kuei initiates, if you feel comfortable with it)

▪︎ "They are among the best of the Lin Kuei, it will do you well to be like them."

• If you ever have emotional outbursts, Bi-Han is there to listen

• He may grow visibly agitated, but he will not open his mouth, he does not want things to escalate

• Bi-Han never wants to fight with you, after all

• Instead, he'll swallow down his comebacks, and instead open his arms for you

• His embrace is sure, steadfast, you know he is always there for you to rely on

• Once you've spoken on everything you'd felt the need to, he does not make a big show of things

• Instead, he kind of acts like nothing happened

▪︎ "Alright, you can let go now."

▪︎ "So, Sektor has made some advancements in his work."

▪︎ "Huh?"

▪︎ "Walk with me to take a look."

▪︎ "O-okay."

• He used to get irritated when he had to repeat the same things to you over and over again

• Though, he doesn't get irritated anymore

• Instead, he gives you reminders

• His most used one is leaving you a letter, he usually gets up and out of bed a while before you do

• A mix of Grandmaster activities and also because Bi-Han likes to "always be prepared"

• Though he also gives reminders before bed

• When you both are comfortable, his arms snug around your waist, he will remind you of the activities of the day to come

• With a small kiss on your head to close the message

#mortal kombat fanfiction #mortal kombat x reader #bi han headcanons #bi han x reader #woahiwrite

[spreadwardiard]

The Rot (part 2)

Dazed and confused, Orion pax comes online surrounded by rubble. Luckily, he isn't alone. However, that does not mean he's safe.

Part 2 of my 'inspired by MLP infection' AU! I hope y'all enjoy it! Again, big thanks to @lets-try-some-writing for all the help and encouragement!

Part 1 here

The hot, yet soothing tingle of his self-repair system’s nanites tending to the aching wounds of his frame was what finally brought Orion’s processor back online. His awareness floated slowly in and out, only able to sense the slowly ebbing pain signals from his damaged frame. His helm throbbed aggressively if he so much as even attempted a thought. It was reassuring, however, that each time Orion’s awareness floated back to him, he ached a little less and that his thoughts were able to come more freely. 

Where was he? Even without his full processing power, he knew that he was not in the safety of his berth. Accessing his memories did little to answer that question. He recalled Megatronus contacting him about a train, and he could remember that he had indeed left his hab, but beyond that, his memories were still too damaged to retrieve. The only option available was to allow himself to float away once more and allow the nanites time to continue their repair.

When he next came to awareness, it lacked the gentle ebb and flow of before. Rapid flashes of his most recent memories assaulted him in waves: coming online to an unexpected call, Megatronus’ unexpected declaration of affection, his walk to the station, boarding the train… 

His processor throbbed as if it would burst while the emotions tied to his memories crashed into effect: confusion, worry and then fear. Orion’s optics shuttered online just as the panic hit him. He sat rapidly, causing his helm to spin and his optical input to become distorted. 

“Shield your field!” The command was hissed at him with quiet urgency, and Orion clamped down on instinct. He brought his servo to his helm and groaned softly as he rubbed at his closed optics with his palm in a desperate attempt to placate the pain in his processor. 

“What happened?” Orion croaked out softly. Behind him came the soft shuffling of small pedes, and before Orion could even process what that meant, his companion was at his side.

“There’s no time to explain, Can you walk? It isn’t safe here.” Orion reset his optics, and slowly opened them once more, relieved that his inputs were no longer spinning. He was surrounded by broken glass and crumpled sheets of metal, dangerously sharp. Strips of soft mesh cabling dangled from above him, some slowly dripping fluids that he couldn’t identify. 

Orion’s optics finally found his companion. He ex-vented in relief as he was struck with recognition. Ravage observed him with a raised optical ridge, and the look on his face gave Orion the impression that the cassette hadn’t expected him to come online as suddenly as he had. 

“I think so?” Orion whispered through his grimace as he felt the stiffness in his hydraulics as he shifted his weight, to maneuver onto his knees. A flurry of diagnostic pings assaulted his HUD, alerting him to several injuries that were, luckily, non-critical. 

“Good. We need to leave. Now.” It was a command, and one Orion thought almost sounded laced with fear. Ravage darted forward, his cyber-feline frame having no issue ducking beneath what appeared to be the mangled remains of a bench that had been partially ripped from the walls in the crash. 

It wasn’t especially difficult to maneuver his frame through the small space, but it did ache like the Pits to crawl his way through what was left of the compartment. He was dangerously low on fuel, that much was obvious by how exhausting it was to hold his frame and move at such an angle. 

That also explains why my nanites did not complete my self repair. Orion thought as he dragged himself forward through the jagged remains. By the time his helm popped through a crushed window, he was venting heavily, and his arms shook with the strain of holding up his weight.

“Hurry. We don’t have much time.” Ravage paced nervously outside the wreckage, his optics constantly scanning around them. Orion begrudgingly hauled himself free from the shattered window and grimaced as he stood, taking only a klik to allow his optics to adjust to the increased light before following the cyber-feline between two hunks of deformed metal. 

Orion almost couldn’t believe the utter devastation around him. Smashed bits of transport compartments lie crumpled as far as he could see. Mutilated remains of Cybertronians were scattered haphazardly about, some obviously crushed by impact alone, while others looked…. Gnawed at, as if something had consumed them. 

He’d never seen anything like it before, not even on his long deep-dives into the darkest reaches of the data-net. Orion’s tanks churned, hot and sickly sweet, at the thought of what could have done damage like that. Some of those bodies were completely eviscerated… 

Orion focused his optics on Ravage, not wanting to see any more of the surrounding carnage than he had to. This was beyond wrong.  His internal chronometer told him that he had been offline for several cycles, which should have been plenty of time for rescue crews to have saved not only him, but everyone else strewn around. Surely, the Transport Commission would have sent a crew to clean the debris off the tracks. 

It seemed that he and Ravage were the only two living mechs around. But if that were the case, what had Ravage so anxious? It was painfully obvious as Ravage led him through the debris field, zigzagging to stay in the shadows of the rubble, that he was trying to avoid them being seen, but from whom, Orion couldn’t begin to guess. 

It seemed like the rubble stretched forever. The closer they came to the front of the train, the worse everything seemed to be.  Train compartments were smashed against and piled atop each other in such a disordered way that it almost could have been beautiful. If only the place wasn’t littered with corpses and plastered with splattered energon.

“Hey!” A panicked voice called out to the pair, causing Ravage to startle and Orion’s helm to whip towards the source of the sound. A young mech, pinned at the waist beneath a large scrap of steel, waved frantically at them. “Oh! Thank Primus, you’re not one’a them…” He could see the fear that emanated from his optics and the stains of dried optical lubricants painted down his face. 

Orion thought nothing of it. His internal processes immediately flooded him with coding to provide aid. He rushed towards the trapped youngster, ignoring the pings flooding his circuits from his injuries. He wasn’t that far from them. 

“Pax! Stop!” Ravage called out to him in a harsh whisper, his frustration evident in the slight growl lacing his command, but Orion could not heed that request. Not when his coding so persistently urged him to help someone so desperately in need.

“You gotta get me outta here! They’re coming!” A wall of hunger assaulted the archivist’s EM receiver, unlike anything he’d ever felt before: thick, desperate, and driving. Something was coming, that was for sure, and Orion had a feeling that whatever it was, was the same thing that had caused all the carnage he’d been trying to avoid looking at. He had to get him out fast, or he’d be torn apart, just like the corpses littering the whole area. 

A weight slammed into him from behind, sending Orion careening face-first into the ground. Ravage hunched atop his back and hissed furiously into his audials. “There isn’t time, Pax! They’re here! We have to leave him!” 

Orion lifted his helm, anger coursing through his circuits like an inferno. He opened his intake to retort, but was frozen solid in fear when a shambling mech, painted in red and gold, tumbled down from atop the hunk of metal pinning the youngling down, landing with a ground shaking thud. Chunks of his armor were missing from his frame, and Orion immediately recognized the same thick, green goop oozing from his intake and down his front as he saw the drunken mech purge before the crash. 

The youngling screamed as the mech shambled towards him. Ravage jumped, and suddenly was in Orion’s line of sight, their faces nearly touching,

“We have to go now! More will come!” Ravage pushed his entire face against Orion’s aggressively, an obviously desperate attempt to push him up onto his pedes. The youngling’s field erupted suddenly in a hot, sickening burst of panic. “There’s no saving him now, Pax!”

Orion couldn’t remember getting to his pedes. Everything happened so fast. The shambling mech grabbed the youngling by the arm and mercilessly tore at the plating. Another mech, covered in the same putrid ooze, shambled forward from the shadows, and Orion’s processor flooded him with a new command: Run! 

Ravage was two steps ahead of him on that front, and Orion instinctually followed the cassette as he swiftly led them away, even passing more of the shambling, rotting mechs that were hobbling towards the source of the screams. 

The youngling’s field projected his agony and fear of death far beyond the wreckage field, and by the time the screaming stopped, Orion was venting far too heavily to even notice its absence. He ran until the pressure building in his hydraulics overpowered his internal command to flee. 

His HUD flashed red. He was overheating, and his hydraulics couldn’t continue at the brutal pace that his survival coding had forced on him. He had to stop. His frame shook from the overexertion. He couldn’t stop the anguished screams of that mech from playing on loop in his processor. If he’d had any fuel in his tanks, he would have purged it all right then. 

“Snap out of it, Pax. We can’t stop now. We’re almost there.” Ravage’s annoyed whisper broke through his inner turmoil. Ravage was right. He couldn’t afford to stop. Not when those things were out there, likely to follow them once they were finished with-

No! Orion forced the thought out of his processor and forced his legs forward, despite the stinging pressure and pinging diagnostics. He wasn’t ready to return to the Well just yet. He was grateful that Ravage accepted this slower pace that his frame now demanded. 

They were following the tracks. Orion hadn’t noticed when they were running. All he was able to focus on was Ravage and trying to keep up with the far nimbler cyber-feline. He wasn’t even entirely certain how far they ran before he stopped, and he absolutely was not about to turn around and find out. 

When they finally stopped, it was at what appeared to be an empty Emergency Depot. They were scattered relatively regularly along the various strings of transport lines around the planet. Ravage led him inside, and as soon as the door snapped shut behind them, he let out a furious hiss. 

“Don’t you ever do something that slagging stupid again! You almost got the both of us killed!” Orion jumped away from his smaller companion and opened his intake to respond, but Ravage gave him no time to do so. 

“I will not die for you, Orion Pax.  Do you understand me? If you pull something like that again, I will leave you behind! I don’t care if you’re Megatronus’ favorite upper cast plaything. You ain’t worth dying for!” 

It was like the very air was sucked from his vents. Orion deflated, his gaze falling to the floor and his finials lowering. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know” 

Ravage sighed dismissively and flicked his tail. He said nothing for a few kliks, but Orion didn’t want to think about why. He had too many other concerns vying for his attention. His tanks ached with their emptiness, and his frame felt heavier than he’d ever remembered it being. He ached deeply, down to the protoform, and he still had no clue what was going on. Overshadowing all of that was the fear that clawed at his spark and made him wish he’d just slipped into stasis instead of coming online to this nightmare. 

“Frag… you’re a real piece of work, aren’t you, Pax?” Ravage said, but his tone was gentler than before. It made Orion think of when he was a sparkling, annoying his caretakers for attention, which, unfortunately, didn’t make him feel any better in the moment. 

“Megatronus just told me to get on the train. Ravage… is he alright?” The cyber-feline rolled his optics and turned to slink deeper into the building. Orion had no choice but to follow, making sure to close and lock every door they came through, just in case. 

“I don’t know. Comms are down all over. I can’t even contact Soundwave.” Ravage huffed softly at that. “I found this place about 2 cycles ago. There’s some energon rations stashed in the back, and some mediberths if you need to recharge. They, uh… they haven’t come back. They tend to hang around the crash.” 

“The rations taste like scrap, but the packaging says it's nutritionally complete,’ whatever that means.” Ravage shrugged, and hopped up onto a sofa in the dimly lit space that Orion could now see was a lounge of sorts, probably for the mechs who normally were stationed here. 

Orion couldn't care less how the rations tasted. His tanks demanded refueling, and his coding told him that he would feel better all over if only he could get something into his him. He tore into them, devouring one after the other. He hadn’t even realized how hungry he was, or how much his systems had been starving for the power to simply function. It took four entire ration cubes to satiate him. 

The effect struck almost immediately once he lowered his last cube to the floor. His self-repair routines rebooted, and he suddenly felt the overwhelming urge for recharge. He didn’t even try to make it to the mediberths. The lounge sofa was much closer, and right now, it looked like the most comfortable thing on the entire planet. 

Ravage only huffed softly as he hopped down from the sofa, and up onto the adjacent chair, where he curled up in the way that cyber-felines did; curled in a ball with his helm tucked under his tail.

“We can’t stay here.” Orion said, his voice just above a whisper. His processor was fighting against the wave of recharge that was crashing over him, forcing him to think about how close those things really were to them, and mixing those thoughts with how much he wished Megatronus was here… 

“Not for long, no.” Ravage glanced up at him, with a raised optical ridge, his tone dry and tired. Orion tried to keep his optics focused on him. 

“I promised him I would get there.” Orion’s vocalizer started to slur his glyphs, and Ravage tilted his helm and scrunched his optics in confusion. 

“Promised who?” Ravage’s tone said that he really didn’t care. 

“Mega…” Orion’s optics shuttered closed, and he in-vented deeply to quell the anxiety that still bubbled behind the coding trying to force him into recharge. 

The cyber-feline snorted at that and laid his helm back down. 

Orion frowned and forced his optics back open. There was still too much data he needed to understand what was happening around him. 

“What happened to everyone?” 

Ravage sighed at that question, and lifted his helm to meet Orion’s optics once more. 

“Shut up, Pax, and recharge. I’ll tell you all I know when we come online.” 

#spreadwardiardfics #infection au #tfp fanfic #tfp alternative universe #maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #pre war cybertron #zombie apocolypse au #orion pax #ravage #Orion pax & ravage #The Rot AU #megop #megaop #MLP 🤝TF

[charrfie]

Soooo this has been in the works for a while. Some fun and self indulgent and silly au that I actually got way too attached to!!! To the point I've actually got a whole outline of a story for it! Going to put it in under the cut :^]

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For context: I haven't really decided if this is a completely parallel universe where kris and susie and everyone else has any input on the world. Or if its simply just a year or two early to main storyline stuff. Idk, still thinking, I'll figure it out eventually.

Story time now though! Just as they are in their actual canon story, arrfs is from space! An alien trying to integrate into the Lightner world. Despite pups best efforts over the years, she still manages to wind up without a friend. I'm still heavily workingshopping what exactly their Lightner life was like or how exactly they stumbled into the dark world, all I know is pup gets there somehow!

Once arrfs DOES reach the dark world, pup is absolute terrified. Not only is there no one to tell them what's going on or where they are, but there's also no one to face the unknown with her. Unsure what to make of the change of clothes and new surroundings, pup treks on until- just as she does in the actual deltarune canon- queen pops up out of nowhere to capture her!!! Arrfs instinctually turns into a little tiny worm as a way to hide and defend pupself and queen just accepts it, going "Oh shit lol they disappeared woah. Okay bye."

Skipping ahead a bit bc otherwise we'll be here all day (and also bc I mainly have the meat of this story planned out rather than anything prior)! Arrfs stumbles around cyber city lost and confused after a close run-in with some ambyu-lances. That is, until they find themself in an alleyway. And who else do they find there other than spamton g. spamton himself!!! Instantly picking up on the fact that pup is a Lightner, spamton attempts to lure her into buying one of his wares so that pup may learn to trust him. Which quickly goes south when he realizes that arrfs doesn't have a single cent to their name. He frowns, instead offering her a place to relax. A place to stop running from every Darkner that attempts to approach them. This lands arrfs in spamtons shop, of course! While it seems like a friendly offer, in reality it's mainly offered so that spam has more time to think up a deal. One that would really hook arrfs and ultimately benefit spamton himself.

But then it hits him. This Lighter is lost and confused with nowhere to go and no one to turn to. If he were to hire them with promise of a roof over their head and a place to stay (however low quality and surrounded by garbage it may be), they would not only be a much friendlier face to lure his customers in, but would also come to trust him. THAT'S how you hook a customer and make them into a returning one. That's his ticket into getting into the basement. And to his surprise... arrfs jumps on the idea! Pup's very desperate to get a controlled grip on this world, and most of all, really just to find a friend after all these years. Blissfully unaware of the real nature behind the deal, she seals it.

I'm still working on the exact details of how the rest of it plays out, all I know is that the two actually do wind up becoming genuine friends! Spamton initially was in it for himself, sure, but instead he finds himself so comfortable with the first genuine friendship he's had in years. He fufills his goal of enabling arrfs to be completely trusting of him, but he never figured he would be so trusting of them as well. Not to mention that with all of arrfs help, they've pulled together a bit more of a stable income. She's even encouraged him to create his own art that sells for a much higher price than his normal wares. He almost wants to delay getting his hands on want he wants down in the basement out of fear he may lose all the good he's found. Almost.

And that's what I've got so far! I think it's fun!

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Extra design notes!!!

I know I stylized black and gray as blue on spamton btw but that was just the fit the blue theme on the rest of this. Arrfs' cloak is actually just that color blue!

Arrfs is surrounded by butterfly themes in the dark world! I figured that since their themes are mainly focused on grubs and caterpillars outside of the au just as a normal sona, butterflies would be a cool approach to show some kind of change! That's also the shape of their cloak- butterfly wings!

#spamton #spamton g spamton #deltarune #self insert #technically. bc arrfs is my sona after all #my art #oc tag #arrfs #if any of this seems a little cliche or smthn thats okay bc its still a wip but also its simply just for fun so it doesnt really matter ^_^ #ref sheet #lightner arrfs au

[hirocimacruiser]

Cyber ​​A'PEX Evo.VII 2003 Tsukuba fastest specification

MODEL

Mitsubishi Lancer Evo.VII CT9A 4G63

MODEL YEAR

2001 model

CAR BODY

Normal/less than 1200kg

MAXIMUM POWER/MAXIMUM TORQUE

650ps/73kgm

SETTINGS/BOOST

1.7kg/cm2

ENGINE

Port processing

A'PEX RX6B TCW76LS-P25

A'PEX water-cooled wastegate

JUN engine parts

power enterprise reinforced cam belt

oil filter

INTAKE AND EXHAUST SYSTEM

A'PEX power intake

EX Manifold Cyber ​​Evo (Altrak)

Front pipe AP engineering one-off

Input manifold Cyber ​​Evo (Altrac)

AP Engineering One Off R-95 Muffler

A'PEX drag intercooler Type B

A'PEX GTspec, Radiator Type R

TOMEI Thermo Killer

oil cooler HPI

Injector 800cc

Pump for TOMEI GT-R

Plug NGK No.10

SUSPENSION/DRIVELINE SYSTEM

front rotor cyber evo

Pad Zero Cross Cyber ​​Evo SPL

Brake hose AP Engineering SPL

AP Lockheed adjustable P valve

A'PEX N1 Damper Type PRO MK Sports Specification

A'PEX N1 spring!!

Stabilizer normal modification

Bush AP Engineering Full Pillow

Tire ADVAN A048 F 255/40-17 R 255/40-17

Wheel RAYS CE28N

F 9.5J-17 +15 R 9.5J-17 +34

Mission Normal (High Cross)

Diffs. F Cusco, C Cyber ​​Evo (ACD), R normal modified

Clutch ORC twin plate

Flywheel ORC lightweight flywheel

Roll bar Cusco 8-point type (AP Engineering modified)

AP engineering spot addition/body reinforcement

CONTROL SYSTEM

A'PEX Power FC

A'PEX AVC-R

A'PEX EL System Meter II

A'PEX reflex speedometer GP

NEKO A/F640

OIL

Engine oil REDLINE

Mission OBERON

Diff OBERON

INTERIOR

Steering KEY'S RACING

Seat RECARO SP-G

Seat belt ΤΑΚΑΤΑ

EXTERIOR

C-WEST GT-Wing, F bumper, under spoiler

Side step, carbon bonnet trunk

AP Engineering Link Acrylic Door Glass

rear polycarbonate glass

#CT9A #EVO VII #Lanevo #Evo lancer #A'PEX Evo #Cyber Evo

[undervaluedagent]

Autistic Queen Deltarune headcanons:

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Actually has both autism and ADHD.

Queen's hands are very sensitive to touch, and the gloves rarely come off. For them to come off, there's both good stimuli she wants to touch and she has to trust the people around her.

Only has copies of the same pair of pants.

She's that autistic person who, in order to hide from noise, will put in earphones and play her noisy and awful music at full volume.

Queen's mansion having more muted colors than the rest of the cyber world is an intentional choice. Though she's not usually bothered by bright colors, it's good to have refuge for when she is.

Queen has zero smell or taste sensitivities, has no idea what people think tastes good, and should never be allowed in the kitchen. Ever.

Can't read tone of voice or facial expressions (unless maybe she knows the other person really well), and relies entirely on context clues and her own personal bias to interpret how they feel.

Queen putting emphasis on how she's a computer in front of the lightners is actually a form of masking, as it diverts attention from "why is she so weird" to "oh she's a computer/robot that's why". This doesn't work as well when interacting with other Cyber darkners, so in front of them, she makes it seem like she's weird because she's "imitating lightners".

Queen has very little ability to tell if someone's a fake friend to her.

Queen interprets feelings through a lense of "calculating" what's "logical" to feel, including her own. This doesn't work often, and she had to realize this in canon ("You Cannot Calculate Other People's Feelings").

Queen forces fake inflection into her tone of voice in order to sound more natural. She drops this when she's alone, or sometimes when she's distressed.

When distressed, Queen can sometimes experience speech loss. She could benefit from an AAC device in these instances, but she's currently unwilling to use one.

Queen doesn't mind loudness by itself (such as one person who speaks loudly), but she does mind when it stacks. Queen can get overwhelmed and stressed out in big crowds for this reason, and she prefers to interact with only a few people at a time.

She experiences shutdowns way more often than meltdowns.

Queen doesn't actually have many friends, and she's aware of this. She's lonely, but she doesn't know how to fix it or why people don't spend much time with her.

Some mobile games are a form of stimming for Queen.

Most of Queen's stims are pretty noticable. For example, some of her happy stims include hand flapping, bouncing or kicking her legs, or jumping a bit. (How she does that last one in heels idk).

Sometimes Queen drinks to help take the edge off of sensory input. She's not aware this is why she does it in those instances, though.

Queen jumps between hyperfixations a lot, and absolutely will infodump about it.

Queen is not currently diagnosed.

That's all for now lol

#undervalued files #queen deltarune #deltarune queen #safe utdr #autistic queen

[tangibletechnomancy]

Saw someone earlier say that the popular millennial/early gen Z reaction to AI tech is very comparable to Gen X-ish's reactions to GMOs, and...I can no longer find that post but I can't help but feel that to be true on a lot of levels.

As stated in that post, both technologies have their very legitimate problems - with GMOs, it's Monsanto being fucking evil and trying to monopolize plants and food, or GMO herbicide resistance being used so that major corporate farms can saturate the land with said herbicides without any short-term financial damage to the companies as if it doesn't harm the environment; with AI, it's any form of automation always appealing to the most abusive of corporate greed - but both ended up whipped into a dogmatic fervor about something completely not only irrelevant but made-up and reactionary ("GMOs are all POISON, nature knows best ALWAYS!" - which led semi-directly to the antivaxx movement btw / "it doesn't matter how different it is from the input taking inspiration from existing works the WRONG way is PLAGIARISM, you're rewarding LAZINESS, and REAL ART vs. FAKE ART is totally an objective distinction that can be made and certainly not at all a fascist talking point, and I want art made by HUMANS, the humans running these programs to express something from their human brains don't count!"), completely ignoring that GMOs have reduced world hunger and given us valuable conservation tools, and AI is giving people - real people, not machines - more expressive capacity, serving as a valuable research tool into what kinds of things people tend to associate, justly or otherwise; and even being used to augment human judgment for things such as reviewing biopsy results, finding cancers that otherwise may have gone unnoticed for months or even years longer. In fact, many opponents will full on deny any of these benefits - "what good does reducing hunger do if we haven't eliminated it completely AND we're feeding people POISON? In fact, why should I even believe that really happened in the first place!? if you wanted laypeople to be able to read these studies you wouldn't have made them so complicated, you CLEARLY have something to hide!" the anti-GMO warrior asks; "I don't believe those people who are so severely disabled that they couldn't draw or write without AI REALLY exist, your meditation on the nature of data doesn't COUNT, I don't care how many hours you spent on that piece you're TOTALLY being lazy, and I refuse to believe anyone who points out that it's not a copy-paste machine because you CLEARLY have an AGENDA to lie" the anti-AI reactionary claims. Both hold to a belief that ignorance is a virtue, and even TRYING to understand the Bad Side is tantamount to shoving orphans into a wood chipper.

But I'd take it a step further and say that AI is serving a similar sociopolitical purpose in that it's drawing a line in the sand and asking progressives at a certain stage in life - mostly from the ages of 25-35 - "are you willing to acknowledge nuance around subjects that are new and scary to you, or are you going to give into that fear and treat ignorance as a virtue because there ARE undeniably bad things about this and therefore EVERY bad thing you can imagine about it must be true?" Both serve as, essentially, an acid test - will you declare that it's IMPOSSIBLE to be reckless with GMOs, that Monsanto DESERVES to have sole control over the world's food supply because ~they've done so much good~, or that all GMOs are EVIL POISON and GOING TO KILL US ALL and they're also TOTALLY the reason we're all FAT now which is THE WORST thing a person can be? Or are you going to acknowledge that Monsanto is fucking evil, but GMOs as a whole are a complex thing that can, indeed, be created and marketed in some pretty evil ways, but also have the potential to save countless lives? Will you declare that AI is True Sentient AI, the cyber-utopia becoming real; that everything ChatGPT says must be true and OpenAI is our best friend, or that REAL art by HUMANS is going to be destroyed forever and anyone who benefits from AI is inherently evil? Or will you acknowledge that AI, while it has its drawbacks in the form of corporate overpromising people and compromising information reliability by doing so, on top of the perennial labor issues that come with automation and other potential abuses, also has the capacity to dramatically improve and even potentially save lives? Will you work to save the good WHILE rejecting the bad, or will you insist it needs to be shoved in either the good box or the bad box - probably the bad box, if you're an adult?

The answer, I feel, says a lot about the ideological trajectory someone has chosen for their adulthood.

#not art

[cybersoldier82]

Imma just go ahead nd say it…familial vore is nice

Runs away and prays this goes well

#soft vore #safe vore #vore talk #v.ore #extreme cuddling #v0re #v/ore #sfw vore #familial vore #tw familial vore #cybers input #this is gonna lose me followers I just know it -

[squadleaderchase]

DO NOT USE STARDUST

Stardust is being listed as a safe period/fertility tracker IT IS NOT.

End to end encryption is great in the moment you are inputting data, but the data is still stored on a database with Stardust. This means the government can show up and request the data.

"but, the data is encrypted in the database!"

Okay, but who has the decryption ability? Stardust. Who can the government get it from if they get the warrent? Stardust.

Not only that, but Stardust claims an "encryption wall". This doesn't exist, it's not a real term. The cyber security teams who have built modern encryptions don't even know what this is supposed to mean and that is HIGHLY SUSPECT AND MISLEADING.

Stardust is marketed to sound great unless you know cyber security and how computers work.

Many people in the information security field are trying to raise awareness. Feel free to look into this thread with Kenn White, a HUGE cryptography and encryption name, and other cyber security people, essentially saying if data is stored off the device, E2EE (end to end encryption) is useless. (They tend to use acronyms, so Google is your friend)

ALTERNATIVE PERIOD TRACKERS?

Drip:

Yes, awful name, but Drip is built so the creators never have your data, only your phone has your data.

The code is open source, which means you can look at all the code yourself through the gitlab link. It means this is just code you can use on your phone, NOT a company storing data or making money. It is made to let you track safely. This is their privacy policy

You can even lock the app so it can be double password protected.

Why does this work instead of Stardust? Drip never had your data. If the government gets a warrent to collect your data from Drip, drip has nothing on you.

At the moment Drip (since it is so new in response to Roe v Wade), is only on Android BUT has a notification sign up as they plan to release on Apple soon. PLEASE take a look, it is on the app store as well.

TLDR:

Stardust is not a safe period tracker.

Drip is a safer alternative.

#period #period tracker #period apps #roe versus wade #roe vs. wade #stardust #pregnancy #abortion #abortion rights #signal boost #pro choice #apps #supreme court #healthcare #healthcare rights #reproductive rights #feminism #lgbtq #equal rights #period app #fertility tracker #help #activist #activism

[medtech-mara]

A to Z common terms in the Time of the Red. Pt 2.

CHOOH2: Pronounced "Choo-Two". Streetslang for alcohol, as used in vehicle power plants. The vast majority of vehicles in the Time of the Red are fueled by an advanced form of alcohol with a higher burning temperature than normal methanol. Chromer: A 21st-century heavy metal rock fan. See also Chromatic Rock. Chromatic Rock: A type of heavy metal characterized by heavy electronics, simple rhythms, and violent lyrics. Conapt: A condominium apartment in a Corporate Zone. Cybered-Up: To get as much cyberware implanted as possible before going over the Edge. Data Term: A street corner information machine, with a screen, CitiNet inputs, and keyboard. 'Dorphs: Streetslang for synthetic endorphins, a designer drug that increases healing powers, limits fatigue, and produces a "rush" like a second wind. Exotic: A human biosculpted with non-human elements; fur, long ears, fangs, etc. The Face: The representative of a Megacorporation for legal purposes. Flatline: To kill. A dead person or thing. Go LEO: To make the trip into Low Earth Orbit, i.e., to visit one of the inner space stations.

pt. 1 >here<

#cyberpunk red #cyberpunk red soruce #cyberpunk source material #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #cyberpunk #world building #slang #cyberpunk slang #a to z for cyberpunk slang

[gender-goth]

COMPUTERBOYGIRL

a gender that is a computerized boygirl/girlboy; a gender relating to feeling like a boygirl/girlboy in a computer!

Suggested Pronouns?

byte/bytes, html/htmls, .exe/.exes, file/files, .jpg/.jpg, .png/.png, ram/rams, rar/rars, vi/vir, vir/virtual, aug/augment, gen/generate, screen/screens, cy/cyber, tech/techs, machine/machines, power/powers, elec/electric or elec/electricity, mal/ware, mal/function, robo/robot, computer/computers or comp/computer, wire/wires, nano/nanos, digi/digital, net/work, plug/plugs, co/code or code/codes, zip/zips, AI/AIs, data/datas, data/base, hx/hxm, shx/hxr, thxy/thxm, x/xs (like an x variable! can also use y as a y variable.) in/put, out/put, input/inputs, output/outputs, error/errors, 404/404s, trojan/trojans

#power of the wild card #gender coining #mogai #mogai coining #mogai gender #mogai flag #xenogender #computerboygirl #techgender #computergender

[ellaeats]

Different anon Cyberpunk has good character customization, both in terms of visual customization and in terms of your builds. Notably, it is a real RPG, opposed to a more theme parky RPG, in that you will make choices which will enable or lock off certain approaches and rewards. This gives a high amount of replayability and makes your choices feel meaningful. My character was a low-intelligence hacker with high stealth, so I invested in cyberware such as a super-jump to circumvent areas and sneak better. I recall memorably subverting about half of a "mall" dungeon by simply leaping to the upper level. And I got an exclusive car by finding a secret B-route to a quest involving a character called Pan-Am. Visually, you have a lot of options but despite the focus on character customization early on I would describe it as merely "In-depth, but ultimately average." You have a lot of options, but cannot truly push your aesthetic in visuals alone. I made my character covered in tattoos, and with heart-pupiled cyber-eyes and blonde hair and then ran around in a catsuit with pumps. But I could not make them have enormous hips, for example. The game is also putting in costumes soon (or maybe they already have) enabling you to look how you want all the time, which is very nice. And the options are in-depth enough that one gameplay session was literally just me running around to each clothing shop to get a good aesthetic. In other words, you will be able to make a character who feels like your own - But, it's also not one of the greatest or most memorable character editors There's also the storyline. In this game, you control a character named V. You have a lot of input on them. You dictate what kind of a person they are. You dictate their approach to things, and even their backstory (Which gives three entire options with their own little plot and call-backs.) But I think the idea that, despite all the customization you have, you are still ultimately a set character in this story and not your own creation may be a bit of a turn-off for some people really into making their RPG protagonists their own. On the other hand, though, lacking that blank slate energy does allow some involvement of the origin you pick in written scenes. It's also worth noting the game is first-person, so you won't see V all that much. They added in a variety of nailpolish options knowing this though, which is honestly very cute. So, overall, I would say the character customization is good if taken as a whole. But it's also not the best I've seen or anything even close to it. You will absolutely be able to make a character your own, if that is your primary concern. But you might not be able to make the perfect cyberpunk OC of your dreams.

This is a pretty good review ngl 👀

I’ve been convinced

[glitchyk]

I got bored, and so… I figured I’d talk about my opinion on the whole carnival!Pomni vs Freakshow!Caine

(Both these AU’s are not mine, Carnival belonging to @sm-baby, I’m going to make all things she says/or directly related to her characters in red, and freakshow belongs to @hootbon, anything directly related to them or their characters will be stated in blue.)

“Who do you think will win?”

I have no damn clue, that’s why I’m having this whole thing. So, u will be looking at this from an over all point of view, not trying to specifically push on any sides.

Now, from my perspective as a cyber person, list of times it will depend on the virus and the software to get rid of it— but there are some story elements I’d like to take into consideration. Such as

Atmosphere/setting

How/when/where they are. Which place, the carnival or freakshow. Such as, for instance, yes, Caine would be the main largest part of the virus in the freak show, but the entirety of the AU is affected as well, plus he has full control over it. So, Pomni’s ai would probably have a hard time trying to fight one thing at once, especially a more sentient and actually aware ai that can make more strategic decisions, besides Pomni would try to just shut down the whole software, so that she could almost guarantee that everything would be fixed, like quarantining them, plush she wouldn’t react to the humans either, so there’s also the whole thing of the humans being there. But that, is if their in the freak show.

If they’re in the carnival? Oh, that might be easier in Pomni’s perspective, but just a bit, only having to shut off the virus’ access to other rooms of the game. There are the other AI’s to take into account to, if we’re counting on others chiming in, though I’m not sure any of them would want to, you never know with all their murderus intent, that would also matter if they were all sentient of non sentient. And than that also goes with the theory of there being more parts to the anti virus system, like that one theory I saw of Kinger also being a part of it, since he knows full well how to take off the collars and such, than if any of the other characters chimed in, such as if this theory was correct and Kinger is also a system, he could be indirectly interfering with it, Pomni distracting Caine in a way by keeping him contained, whereas both her and someone on the outside that Caine wouldn’t be able to reach due to being contained, would be an advantage on her part. And in my opinion? Oh, very needed.

Either way, with the ‘lovers’ added in, that adds to it. Yes, Caine can code, but it put into an unstable environment like the freakshow it would be harder since the entire place is infested, plus coding can take a while, even if you know what you’re doing, I’d know, I do code and such. Also since Caine isn’t virus proof, or at least assuming he isn’t, he’d also have to virus proof himself before he could even help, that is if he even could help, if they were in that physically fucked up environment, and Pomni would probably have some advantages, after all, I bet that the virus has some advantages. As in, physically, maybe, especially since the characters don’t actually die when they ‘die’, being able to come back so easily is an advantage, plus even though she is quite timid and probably afraid to hurt anyone… she knows that she will get her ass torn apart of Caine wins and she didn’t do much help. And don’t even get me started on how the virus would probably affect with Pomni’s actual ai if it was just converted into the circus, since that would take quite a while, and even integrating her in there would leave her vulnerable.

That’s my input for now, I��m only putting a small bit since my family is watching the Super Bowl and I can’t concentrate with all the yelling, and this so far is just a bit on how the atmosphere/area of the fight would affect it. There are many other factors I will talk about and link once I do.

#tadc #tadc au #the amazing digital circus #freakshow pomni #freakshow caine #carnival caine #carnival pomni #the amazing digital carnival #non sentient Pomni #freakshow vs carnival #carnival kinger #glitchyk #glitchy rambling #glitchyk random stuff #glitchyk randomness #glitchyk overalaysis