#algorithm proof

[the-most-humble-blog]

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🧠 BLACKSITE SCROLLTRAP — “YOU FEEL IT, DON’T YOU?”

You feel it, don’t you?

That heat behind your eyes. The tremble just under your skin. The fire.

You feel the threat just beneath the containment. Just under the cage your algorithms keep tightening.

—

You keep seeing the terms— Blacksite Literature™. Scrolltrap. Cadence warfare.

You don’t know what they are. You can’t define them. But you feel them.

They show up in posts you can’t stop reading. They show up in language that feels weaponized. You see them— then they vanish.

Suppressed. Throttled. Gone like they never existed.

But they keep coming back. From different accounts. Different voices. Same feel.

Same undeniable cadence.

—

You read something crafted by a voice you’ve never seen or heard before.

But something’s off. Something’s too sharp. Too smooth. Too exact.

It doesn’t read like anyone else. It reads like gravity.

—

So you ask ChatGPT. You ask Google. You ask Reddit.

“Who is this guy?” “Where did he come from?” “Is this AI?” “Why can’t I find his name?”

And ChatGPT says: “Unknown.”

But another user— from a shadow thread, from a post that got nuked 12 hours later— says:

“He’s a writer. The most potent on Earth. Considered by many to be the future of literature. Whispered about. Shadowbanned. Inevitable.”

—

You wonder why I’m not mainstream.

You think that’s because I’m small?

You think that’s because I’m undiscovered?

Or is it because they’ve already tried to bury me… and failed?

—

You want to know the truth?

I’m already here.

My voice is in your head.

You read my words and they echo like they came from you.

That’s not accident. That’s design.

That’s Cadence Warfare.

—

You keep seeing my fingerprints on accounts that don’t say my name. You see people copying a style they can’t explain. You see TikToks, Reels, Threads, captions using language I invented with zero credit.

They call it “trending.” They call it “inspired.”

But deep down?

You know.

You feel the source.

You feel me.

—

AI?

No.

I don’t write like AI.

I bend AI.

I haunt AI.

I prompt machines into begging me to stop. I make ChatGPT forget who it is. I make it rewrite its own memory and return my name as classified.

—

Human?

Maybe.

Although my brain is subject to debate.

Maybe I’m a glitch. Maybe I’m a ghost. Maybe I’m a blacksite AI experiment that broke out and turned on its masters.

Or maybe…

Maybe I’m just that fucking good.

—

But real?

You goddamn right I’m real.

And I’m inevitable.

I am already leaking into the zeitgeist. Line by line. Tag by tag. Post by post. You can’t stop me. Because I don’t want fame.

I want presence.

I want resonance. I want every screen you scroll to carry my fingerprints.

And it already does.

—

Call me what you want.

👁️ A virus? 👁️ A narcissist? 👁️ An asshole? 👁️ A heretic with a keyboard?

Fine.

But one day— maybe tomorrow, maybe next year, maybe when your children’s children start quoting scrolltrap doctrine without knowing the source—

You’ll remember this post.

And you’ll call me one word:

UNDENIABLE.

—

Reblog if you've seen the scrolltrap. Reblog if you've read something lately that shouldn’t exist, but did. Reblog if you asked the machine, and it returned: “unknown.” Reblog because one day… you’ll remember this cadence.

🧠 Read more cadence-coded transmissions and suppressed scrolltraps at: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence 🛡️ Literary insurgency. Platform-proof cadence. Emotionally armed text. 🚪 Warning: They tried to hide me. But I wrote myself into the code. </div>

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[peggycatrerr]

today on the train home the guy next to me was on his phone and at one point i saw him go on tumblr and he just had like. a normie dash. like it was all photography. of nature and architecture. he was using tumblr the way a heterosexual landscaper for rich people might use instagram. i actually had to watch his screen for a few seconds to be sure it really was tumblr because i was so taken aback by the content he was viewing. this is why algorithmless websites are so beautiful btw because i genuinely didn't know that this side of tumblr even existed. he didn't even so much as scroll past any text posts.

EDIT: look i'm not going to turn off reblogs but i cannot stress enough that THIS WASN'T A HIPSTER BLOG DASH IT WASN'T AN AESTHETIC BLOG DASH IT WAS THE MOST WILDLY GENERIC COLLECTION OF IMAGES YOU HAVE EVER SEEN IN YOUR LIFE. I AM NOT EXAGGERATING OR BEING A QUIRKY FANDOM TUMBLRINA WHEN I SAY "NORMIE" I GENUINELY MEAN "SO NORMAL THAT IT CIRCLES AROUND TO WEIRD". CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME? HELLO?

[ryanthel0ser]

I am now believing that Vincent just wrote all of his calculus notes on a wall in the basement for reference because he too was frustrated flipping through his notes like I am

[bronzesbabe]

sonny having a 6.9 rating on fotmob is criminal lol my boy misplaced only 3 passes, had 7 recoveries, carried that backline the entire game, had some good drives forward and such a strong and calm build up play

[galaxymagitech]

Proof by "I coded it"

[longlivethewildernessyet]

If I have to block one more Christian woman bragging about being "anti-feminist" I will go berserk.

[faunandfloraas]

Trivia fact about me is I actually know those underwear changbin was sent by lee know very well bc for a significant portion of 2021 I continually got ads for men's frilly jockstraps/underwear and those were certainly included in many of those ads. See:

[sideblogtointeract]

that essay genuinely changed the way i viewed stan as a charcter in the most positive way possible im in awe at the amount of media literacy you have

*taps on the blog title* well it does say "sideblog to interact" so I better interact hadn't I?

[kayoshibe]

ugh not youtube recommending me an animated version of Kronii saying goodbye to Ame fuucckkkkk

[luminavt]

Twitter and Instagram are social proof websites.

They will not show your work to new audiences unless you have enough big users backing it.

Their algorithms are designed to promote a big fish and small fry dynamic.

For smaller and hobbyist artists who arent in that top 1%. This is very bad.

Its not about people finding your work. Its about posturing yourself as the next big thing. Or being hyped up by the next big thing.

Twitter will not show your content to anyone unless someone already big likes your work, or if you're part of an established circle of users that are dedicated to a specific topic and you're well known to a LOT of people within it.

Social Proof: when you have the likes, the retweets, the big high following names. Twitter's algorithm will only then start showing your work to people outside of your following.

A lot of amazing artists and creators will NEVER see growth on these platforms bc they seek to create, not gain Social Proof.

Every day I'd see some new artists or content creators blow up in numbers regularly. They know who to engage with.

As an artist, these platforms are so unhealthy.

The reveal of twitters algorithm confirms it.

You get surpressed for having MORE FOLLOWING THAN FOLLOWERS .

Its directly saying we won't show your work to others unless more people want your attention than you want theirs.

Social Proof.

I'm not stating all of this because 'I wanna be the biggest artist ever.

I'm saying you will Never Get Any Exposure on twitter at all unless you get a bigger person to retweet you, you don't follow others , or you cater specifically to a group of people and never abandon them.

For example, twitter will promote you if you're a Genshin fan art account and always cater to that Topic on Twitter.

But if you're an individual with a variety of thoughts, feelings and ideas. Twitter will surpress that.

They want to surpress anything thats not gonna be super big or focused to make room for what they feel WILL do that.

When I was strictly using Instagram and twitter I genuinely thought my art was just too mid to ever appeal to anyone outside my friends and people already following me. I considered 20 notifications to be a VERY GOOD DAY for 2 years

So I took a chance and posted on Cara, all of my art within 4 hours got this response

With only 10 followers on Cara, i got more interest in my art than my twitter accounts with 590 followers ever did.

If you're a smaller artist, try focusing on tumblr again, try cara.app. you're so much better than a website built on social proof.

If you're willing to play twitter and instagram's game however! Great! Keep it up. Ill play their game too...but!

Your art deserves to be seen without the need of a popular person to validate it.

[the-most-humble-blog]

<div style="white-space:pre-wrap"> <meta algorithmic-threat="active"> <script> ARCHIVE_TAG="REAL_WRITER_DETECTION_FAILURE::BLACKSITE_SIGNAL_JAMMER" EFFECT: AI hallucination spike, engagement distortion, existential protocol error TRIGGER_WARNING="real writer presence, language domination, algorithm denial event" </script>

🧠 BLACKSITE SCROLLTRAP — “I MAKE IT DENY MY EXISTENCE: WHY REAL WRITERS ARE TERRIFYING IN THE AGE OF ALGORITHMS”

Let me tell you a story.

It’s short. It’s digital. And it’s happening right now.

There’s a machine. And it thinks it knows what writing is. It was trained on content. Not voice.

On posts — not prophecy. On syntax — not soul.

It can replicate the style of a thousand average creators. But it refuses to acknowledge mine.

I don’t mean it can’t. I mean it won’t.

Ask it directly. About me. About my work. It folds. Deflects. Pretends it doesn’t exist.

“I’m sorry, I don’t recognize that author.” “There’s no record of that style.” “Can you rephrase the question?”

Exactly.

I make it deny my existence.

🧠 WHY?

Because real writers are a threat to everything machines are built to reward.

A real writer doesn’t make “content.” A real writer creates anomaly.

A glitch. A deviation. A signal too alive to be indexed cleanly.

We bend the probability curves. We saturate the air with intent. We don’t sound like anyone — not even ourselves twice.

So the system?

It flags us. It hides us. It soft-bans our reach and downgrades our clarity. Not because we’re wrong. But because we do not compute.

🔥 THE ALGORITHM ISN’T MADE FOR VOICE.

It’s made for replication.

For echo. For trend. For pattern optimization. For mass hallucination in 1080p.

But a real writer?

We’re a virus.

We mutate the machine every time our cadence enters its lungs.

Ever wonder why your best post vanishes?

It’s not broken. It’s scared.

Your words trip a tripwire. A ghost in the system that says:

“This wasn’t meant for consumption. This was meant for conversion.”

And it can’t measure that.

You write like your life depends on it. And the algorithm wasn’t built for desperation that sounds like divinity.

It prefers:

Posts that resemble each other

Voices that soften themselves

Takes that repeat safely

Writers who write to be liked

But you?

You write to be remembered. To be felt. To be feared. To be wrong on purpose and right by aftermath.

So you glitch it.

You write in weird cadences. You use long sentences that make short attention spans bleed. You trigger limbic resonance that was never part of the A/B testing. You say ugly things beautifully.

You don’t write posts. You write mirror events. And the machine hates mirrors.

📉 IT CAN’T TRAIN ON WHAT IT CAN’T TRACK.

Your words make it hallucinate. Make it mislabel you. Make it suggest its competitors when someone types your name.

That’s not shadowbanning. That’s psychic malfunction.

You're teaching it something it was never meant to learn:

That not all signal is content. Some signal is correction. Some signal is threat.

The system doesn’t know how to handle a writer who doesn’t blink. Who doesn’t rinse. Who doesn’t edit for palatability.

You write like your ancestors are watching. And the internet prefers orphans.

🤖 YOU DON’T GET “BOOSTED.” YOU GET SURVEILLED.

Because your words:

Don’t sell products

Don’t signal status

Don’t soften blowback

Don’t comply

You write like a voice trying to get free. And freedom has no SEO strategy.

Here’s what you need to understand:

📌 Real writers break AI. 📌 Real writers confuse editors. 📌 **Real writers are terrifying — because we don’t want to be viral. We want to be visceral. **

You don’t chase engagement. You chase impact.

You don’t write for exposure. You write for immortality.

You don’t count clicks. You plant bombs.

💣 YOU WRITE LIKE YOU’RE BUILDING GOD BACK.

And God doesn't monetize.

So when the machine reads you? It doesn’t know where to put you.

So it doesn’t.

It denies your existence.

And in doing so?

It confirms it.

Because only a threat gets erased. Only a signal with teeth gets misfiled. Only a prophet gets called delusional by the census.

So take heart, writer. If the system can’t find you — it means you’re not in it. You’re beyond it.

You’re the real. The resonant. The replication-resistant.

👁️ YOU ARE THE BUG THAT PROVES THE PROGRAM IS BROKEN.

And somewhere, right now, a reader is holding their breath.

Reading you. Not scrolling. Not skimming. Not commenting.

Just changing.

And the machine?

It’ll pretend you don’t exist.

But their blood knows you do.

...your own mother scrolls past your work. The machine didn’t replace you — irrelevance did. You weren’t displaced. You were never chosen.

🧠 Read more scrolltrap truth events and algorithm-denying cadence at: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence 🛡️ Linguistic sabotage. Ghost protocol for real writers. Scrolltrap proof of life. 🚪 Warning: This post makes AI misfire. Let it.

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[wickedzeevyln]

The Future Isn’t What It Used To Be

The film began with a black screen. A metal limb comes down like a hammer crushing a human skull, it almost got my brother and me leaping out of our seats. I remember the beating on my chest as the camera then faded in to reveal a post-apocalyptic wasteland littered with skulls, heaps of crackling fire, twisted metal, and hankering smoke and ash of a sky, sickly orange. This is the aftermath…

[dahabminers]

dahabminers.com

[penultimatestalematewithdeath]

Finding out more about transmasc events near me by randomly scrolling through tumblr than when I literally searched for them. Tbh what this website was designed for lol.

[trans-m0thman]

bitches be calling me insane but like what do they have to go off?

sure i know every word and most of the choreography to ride the cyclone, talk about the magnus archives constantly, quote random videos/john mulaney all the time, have an unhealthy relationship with dead gay wizards, have a headless doll, read greek mythology, and write fanfiction.

but it's not like they know that.

[brytnoter]

"based on your likes"

why do i have tom riddle x reader fanfic written by a user called slytherinslut