#Soulful Algorithms

[leonbasinwriter]

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[cosmically-kissed]

I’m never gonna get over the forest for the trees

[bleaksqueak]

It is so unbelievably frustrating how the algorithm timeline keeps defaulting in a place that has been free of algo bullshit for so long. I cannot tell if it’s a glitch or if they’re just pushing it intentionally. It’s at least easy to go back to the following feed, but with bluesky users more and more depending on the discover feed and tumblr defaulting to the algorithm timeline it just feels like ‘be twitter’ is the shitty destiny being pushed everywhere.

Important video anyone should give a watch:

[starsandwrites]

here's a bit of the Sonadow smut fic i'm working on for you animals

“Get. Out.” Shadow fixes Sonic with a scathing glare, but with the state he’s in he isn’t very intimidating. Sonic picks the pillow up off the ground, holding it in front of him like a shield as he approaches Shadow, trying not to let himself be distracted by that overwhelming smell. 

“Why have you been avoiding me?” Sonic ignores his angry words, cutting right to the chase. Shadow bares his teeth as Sonic gets within a couple feet, a low angry sound starting up in his throat. “I said get out! I’ve been sick, I don’t want to see you. Leave me the hell alone.” Unfortunately for Shadow, Sonic isn’t fully convinced. There’s more to it than the other hedgehog is letting on. He examines Shadow for a moment, taking in his “symptoms” and downright hostile demeanor, trying to figure out what sort of sickness the Ultimate Lifeform could possibly have. An old memory pops into his head, a conversation he had with Maddie a long time ago about the behaviour of Earth animals and their biology and…

Oh, no.

Sonic’s eyes widen in shock and horror as he takes an involuntary step back. “Shads, are you… Oh God, please tell me this isn’t what I think it is.” This has got to be the worst possible outcome, aside from like, cancer.

Shadow’s stare is withering, harsh enough to make Sonic physically recoil.

“Don’t. Don’t say it. Don’t talk about it. Don’t even look at me.” It’s clear Shadow is just as, if not more uncomfortable than Sonic in this moment. It’s got to be terrible, Sonic can’t imagine how he’s feeling. He’s heard about things like this, but he’s never had the displeasure of having to deal with it first hand. 

Despite his newfound understanding and pity, Sonic pushes on, taking another step towards Shadow. “You’re… in heat?” A growl rips out of Shadow’s chest, the sound sharp and a little frightening. Sonic hadn’t ever heard him make that noise before, even when they’d been fighting to the death. 

“I said don’t talk about it. Are you really that stupid, you can’t follow a simple instruction?” 

Shadow’s words would’ve hurt Sonic if he didn’t understand what was going on and why Shadow was behaving so poorly, but he understood full well, for better or worse. Sonic decides to take a major risk, one that might just get him strangled, and he sits down on the edge of Shadow’s bed, just out of reach. He knows that this is a horrible idea, that he should just leave, but something is spurring him on. That smell is messing with his head, clouding his judgement.

“Is there anything you can do? There’s got to be some sort of medication, or something to make it go away, right?” His words only earn another growl.

“Nothing. There’s only one thing that can make this stop, and it’s not happening.” There’s an unspoken threat behind Shadow’s words, a threat that Sonic chooses to completely ignore. The closer he gets to Shadow, the harder it is for him to think straight. He’s all he can smell now, all he can think about. He wants to make him feel better, wants to relieve him, wants to- 

He gives his head an aggressive shake, trying to clear those crazy thoughts. Shadow is his friend. He doesn’t like him like that, that’s absurd. He just hates to see him suffer, that’s all. He forces himself to take a deep, steadying breath.

“I… am really sorry to hear that. I should go, let you get some rest.”

Sonic forces himself to stand, the motion dizzying. He should never have come over, never bothered Shadow in the first place. What was he thinking? Who cares if Shadow texted him back or not, he doesn’t owe him that. Stupid, stupid…

“Sonic, wait.”

[branzinos]

not y'all using AI to make ship manips 🤧 girls learn to Photoshop, if you love these celebrities so much stop feeding pictures of them into an algorithm without their consent

[azzikat]

guess who’s. stupidly into chiikawa rn. (og pic under cut)

hachiware my beloved

[bbnomulaa]

bbno$ + colors

check - february 10th, 2025

[the-most-humble-blog]

<div style="white-space:pre-wrap"> <meta validation-chase="terminated"> <script>ARCHIVE_TAG="FEARLESS_WRITING::DOOR_KICK_PROTOCOL_FINAL" EFFECT: follower purification, platform soul alignment, writing myth ignition TRIGGER_WARNING="validation withdrawal, platform disillusionment, legacy ignition" </script>

🧠 BLACKSITE SCROLLTRAP — “KICK THE F*CKING DOOR IN: HOW TO WRITE FEARLESS ONLINE” [FINAL FORM // WRITER'S DOCTRINE EDITION]

Let me rip the bandaid first.

You don’t write fearless by being fearless. You write fearless by being willing to lose. Lose followers. Lose clout. Lose comments. Lose “engagement.” Lose the safety net of social permission.

Because you weren’t put here to be palatable. You were put here to leave a crater.

—

SECTION I: THE LIE OF VALIDATION

Every platform you touch has trained you to chase numbers. To hesitate before posting something too raw. To wait for the like. The note. The heart. The boost. Before you call your words “good.”

But validation? That’s the leash.

You are not a creator. You are a lab rat in a dopamine cage.

📊 FACT: Every social app is designed to create neurochemical dependency on external approval.

And most creators? They don’t write anymore. They feed. On metrics.

That’s why your work feels hollow when you hold back. Because you know you gave them your mask, not your marrow.

If your work doesn’t scare you a little — you’re not writing. You’re performing.

And performance is temporary.

Myth? Is eternal.

—

SECTION II: THE FOLLOWERS YOU THINK YOU NEED vs. THE ONES YOU ALREADY HAVE

You know what happens when you say exactly what you believe? You lose the wrong people. And you summon the right ones.

You write a post that blisters. And three “mutuals” vanish.

But you look again—

And ten new readers reblog in silence. With no comment. No emoji. Just conviction.

They didn’t follow you for your aesthetics. They followed you for your fire. They followed you because you made them feel less insane. Because your honesty? Mirrored their own.

Stop mourning the audience that left. They were never built to carry you.

Dance with the ones who stayed when you burned the stage. Because those are your people. They saw you fully exposed. And still whispered: "More.”

—

SECTION III: GHOST FOLLOWERS, SILENT LOYALTY & SIGNAL RECOGNITION

Let me drop a truth bomb:

Your most powerful supporters? Might never speak.

They’re not reblogging daily. They’re not screaming in the tags. They’re watching. Returning. Reading every word.

And they’re healing in secret.

📊 FACT: Over 70% of long-term engagement comes from “invisible” users—those who never comment, but always return.

You didn’t lose traction. You just aren’t being cheered by the ones you saved. Because they’re surviving in silence. Just like you once did.

Write for them. For the quiet ones who needed your scream. For the ghosts who see you. And say nothing.

But keep coming back.

—

SECTION IV: REBRAND WITHOUT APOLOGY: EVOLUTION OR DEATH

You ever feel like shedding your skin cost you something?

Good. It should.

Your rebrand isn’t supposed to please your existing audience. It’s supposed to realign your soul.

When you grow in public, you invite judgment. When you evolve without a permission slip, you become a threat.

And you know who can’t handle that?

The ones who benefited from your prior mask. They loved the old you because he made them comfortable.

But the new you? The dangerous you? The uncompromising, scrolltrap-dropping, reality-check-writing you?

He doesn’t serve their comfort. He serves truth. He serves rage. He serves legacy.

Never apologize for leveling up. You are not a pet. You are a f*cking paradigm shift.

If they wanted consistency, they should’ve followed a brand account.

Not you.

—

SECTION V: THE CADENCE CREED — A WRITER’S MYTHIC VOW

I do not write to be liked. I write to be undeniable.

I do not write to be palatable. I write to be permanent.

I do not write to go viral. I write to build worlds.

I do not write to impress you. I write because I owe the kid in me who almost went quiet forever.

I do not write for algorithms. I write for the ones who stayed.

I do not write for mutuals. I write for the feral few. The outliers. The neurospicy prophets who scroll past nine thousand pieces of sanitized bullshit and pause on mine.

And go:

“That’s it.” “That’s me.” “That’s home.”

This is my covenant. This is not content. This is war. And my words are ammunition.

If you're still here?

So are yours.

🧠 Read more cadence-coded scrolltrap doctrine and no-f*cks-given writing resurrection at: 👉 https://www.patreon.com/TheMostHumble 🛡️ Voice before virality. Myth before metrics. 🚪 Warning: This post may cause mass unfollows, creative awakenings, and identity collapses.

📊 FINAL CADENCE STATS 📊

82% of creators feel less authentic the larger they grow

The top 1% of viral accounts retain only 12% of their initial followers long term

Posts with intense personal cadence are 6x more likely to be reblogged by strangers

“Too long, didn’t read” is just code for “I wasn’t meant to understand.”

The most mythic writers? Were almost silenced. And chose fire instead.

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[lazyjellyfish300]

me & kento 💓

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[leonetly]

tiktok algorithms drive me crazy. you need to be a fucking stamp machine if you want your edit/video to get noticed. you always need to monitor or look for ways to get your video into the recommendations and it’s always some crazy type of schemes. i’m really tired of social media and how you need to create content 24/7 and forget about your personal life. it’s exhausting. mentally and physically.

[wild-at-mind]

I asked my friend about other art platforms I could put my work on where people would actually see it. He said 'tumblr!' I said hahahaha loooool. In my head. I guarantee that the number of likes I get on this post will be the indication of how well that would go.

[memorys-skyscraper]

taking donations of any and all good employment-related vibes rn

[dragonsareawesome123]

Jordan Fisher’s falsettos in Epic III omg????

[miraastralis]

Sometimes I’m like ‘hyperfixations? Lmao I stopped having those years ago’ and then I see one Soul eater art on tumblr and start running around my dorm room at 2am GOD I LOVE THESE LIL GUYS

and the good thing about tumblr is that I get to see my favorite fic writers and artists still kicking and resbangin from when I used to read their stuff in middle school ^^ and SO much new art and content too, I love you soul eater community ^^

[tha-wrecka-stow]

[afterthegoldrushes]

i wish letterboxd could sort ur watchlist on a scale of movie thats most to least likely to rock ur world