#technology lists

[kedreeva]

In case you haven't heard yet, Colossal, the biotech company that earlier this year showed off their "woolly mouse," has announced that they de-extincted "dire wolves." I put this in quotes, because just like with the mice, they didn't truly bring them back (nothing can actually do that, yet) or even really make them.

What they actually did was kind of neat; they copied genes sequenced from dire wolf DNA and inserted them into the grey wolf genome (replacing grey wolf DNA, as they said gray wolves shared a significant percentage of their genome (which isn't saying a TON considering how much the human and chimp genome have in common without being nearly the same animals, but it's better than taking, say, a turtle's genome or something else super unrelated), to create a wolf with genes that dire wolves had.

And while that's not really the same thing as building a dire wolf completely from scratch, so to speak, and it's not really "cloning" them either, it's still pretty cool science, and just like with the woolly mouse, the work (ie, altering/editing multiple genes at once from sequenced DNA of deceased individuals) COULD apply to conservation of actual species (for example, having the ability to widen the genome of remaining breeding individuals of an endangered species, with DNA from deceased individuals). I'm not sure if it IS applying to other species right now (at least not through this company, despite their stated claims to want to), but it is one of their stated goals and it would work.

Also, they're pretty cute

As they were born in October 2024, they now have their own 2,000 acre reserve where Colossal is monitoring them closely. There are two males and one female, but as they've stated they do not have plans to breed them, I'm not sure where the female is being kept in relation to the males, but I suspect she's the solo-wolf pictured, vs the pics of the pair.

Anyway, that's all happening.

[stone-cold-groove]

Your summer reading list: An Introduction to Cybernetics. W. Ross Ashby - 1963.

[thisischeri]

Robot dog, Sony AIBO ERS-110, 1999

Instagram: cheri.png

[brothermouse-skeleton]

The Stormlight Archive is great because it has Women in STEM

Soulcasting people to death

Tinkering with cool gizmos

Eating the food right off your starvin' plate

Mommy? Sorry. Mommy- Sorry, Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy?

[iero]

Tagged by @ft-willzz to do this fun poll of my favorite bands/artists and then to make a poll for my followers for how many you guys have listened to! Thank you for the tag! This was very fun (yet hard to think up 50)!

Tagging @ghostlyvalour, @restedlimbs, @kizzyedgelll, @userdarko, @bruceewayne, @carmybcrzatto, @userparamore, @perotovar, @beetlejuce and anyone else who would like to do this! :)

[solradguy]

I go to a clinic that specializes in LGBT and reproductive care and I told my doc I'm cool with people training on me whenever I come in or doing surveys to help with research, so once or twice a year I'll get to do a survey for an LGBTQ+ medical study. It's pretty awesome. Obviously my name isn't ever going to appear in these studies (I wouldn't want it to anyway), but it still feels good contributing to FTM research/technology

[krissiefox]

Somewhat long, so list is below the divider!

https://ms-dos5.tumblr.com/ Computer photos, old 3d renders, old PC games.

https://chunkycomputers.tumblr.com/ Pictures of nice chunky computers.

https://wwwtxt.org/about An archive of online writings from the early days of the internet

https://arconinternet.tumblr.com/ Internet archive fun!

https://opendirectories.tumblr.com/ Image directories from around the web.

https://www.tumblr.com/oldguydoesstuff Old arcade machines and computers.

https://webcoreparadise.tumblr.com/ Old internet gifs, pixel arts, photos of old tech, etc

https://gaywebcorenostalgia.tumblr.com/ Old LGBTQ web sites.

https://geocitiesdig.tumblr.com/ Old website art and cool 90s CGI stuff.

https://56k-modem.online/ Photos and screenshots of old computers/operating systems/software.

https://oldwindowsicons.tumblr.com/ Collection of old Windows UI graphics.

https://oldwebsurfing.tumblr.com/ Art and gifs from old web sites.

https://obscuritory.tumblr.com/ Obscure old pc games.

https://www.tumblr.com/oneterabyteofkilobyteage Old Geocities Web Sites.

https://never-obsolete.tumblr.com/ Old tech ads, Operating systems, computer gifs.

https://wirlds.tumblr.com/tagged/worlds.com Worlds.com is an old online game form the 90s that, from the look of it, let people make their own little rooms. Quite nice looking!

https://whatdiditlooklike.mementoweb.org/ See the looks of web sites throughout the years.

https://www.tumblr.com/compactdiscinteractive Screenshots from old cd-rom and multimedia games.

[ghostlygooberart]

the circuit board/computer mouse art doll is officially done!! made her some chunky boots, leg warmers, and a wraparound visor to complete her outfit

shes fully poseable, including her head being able to move up + down, left + right, and she can stand on her own with some maneuvering

im really happy with how she turned out ^__^

[voltage-stims]

Y2K id pack one .. two .. three .. divider

with specific themes of transparent tech and glitches/viruses, requested by @uiw-am sorry this took so long i literally couldn't find any good transparent tech gifs

NAMES - pulse, blank, stutter, byte, audio, user, mic, neo, chip, coda, cy, cyber, link, rom, static, tetris, gizmo, volt, gig [some letters could be replaced with numbers! r0m, n30, etc..]

NON THEMED - thxy / thxm / thxr / thxrs / thxmself - ne / nym / nir / nymself - it / its / itself

NOUNSELF - glitch / glitches /glitchself - .exe / .exes / .exeself - byte / bytes / byteself - pix / pixs / pixself - pixel / pixels / pixelself - error / errors / errorself - 404 / 404s / 404self - virus / virus / viruself - wire / wires / wireself - tech / techs /techself - delete / deletes / deleteself - stop / stops / stopself - skip / skips / skipself - screen / screens / screenself - audio / audios / audioself - hack / hacks / hackself - load / loads / loadself - upload / uploads / uploadself - reload / reloads / reloadself - beep / beeps / beepself - bug / bugs / bugself - whir / whirs / whirself - corrupt / corrupt / corruptself - data / datas / dataself - bright / brights / brightself - color / colors / colorself - crash / crashs / crashself

[myokk]

before it felt like a sin, ch. 1

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 3000

summary: Eloise never wanted to be different.

And yet, her differences are what have defined her life up until this point: growing up as a squib in one of the most prominent wizarding families, being exiled to muggle society, and then attending Hogwarts at the age of sixteen.

She finds herself thrust into the life she should have been prepared for from birth but was denied. As she navigates this new life and her new precarious position in her family, she must come to terms with the fact that maybe what she dreamed of her whole life isn't turning out how she ever expected it would.

a/n: Hi everyone!! I decided to post this here too...I'm slowly going through everything I've written so far, and I want to post each chapter here as I edit them. I'm hoping that this can be a way to a) get back in to writing more, and b) get better at my art as I make full illustrations for each chapter. Let me know what you think!! :)

There is nothing quite as horrible as being a muggle, Eloise thought savagely as she ripped out yet another stitch in the landscape she was embroidering. At least, it was supposed to be a landscape. Maybe with her head tilted to the left and with her eyes almost closed so everything blurred together, it might resemble one. She did just that, trying her hardest to make out some recognizable shape and blast the stupid practice of manually pushing colored thread through a fabric in some sort of -

“And what is this, Miss Babbit?”

Eloise jumped at the sound and looked up at the scowling face of her teacher, and then quickly back down at the tangled thread in her lap. Behind her, she could hear the hushed giggles of the other girls in her class.

“Oh! Er…it’s -”

“How long have you been here?” the woman interrupted.

“One hour…I just -”

“Don’t be smart with me. I mean, at this institute.”

“Five years.” Eloise glared down at her embroidery as if it had personally offended her. It wasn’t like she was actively trying to be bad at everything, but she had the distinct disadvantage - how had it ever come to be that she would be at a disadvantage to muggles? - of not having spent a lifetime being prepared for muggle society and all that it entailed. The last five years had been a monotonous, endless cycle of lessons designed to turn her into the perfect lady: French (a waste of time as Eloise was already fluent), embroidery (a waste of time as the things she embroidered weren’t actually useful), dancing (a waste of time as she was already engaged to be married - why would she bother trying to woo another silly man?), and her most dreaded class of all: etiquette. No matter how many years had been spent trying to assimilate into muggle culture, her thoughts still got muddled when she tried to remember the steps to a dance, or how to properly address the son of a duke.

Did it really matter, anyways, what the other girls thought? She had pretended her whole life to be the daughter she thought her parents had wanted - now she was simply pretending that she hadn’t been thrown into the muggle world without a second thought. What was a bit more pretending - that she didn’t care? That she hadn’t been tossed aside without a second thought?

“Exactly. Five years. And yet, you have shown no progress whatsoever. This -” a finger jabbed accusingly at the embroidery - “is absolutely horrendous. If your parents hadn’t continued to make such a sizeable donation every year, I would have deemed you a lost cause and sent you packing when you first arrived. How your family ever managed your betrothal to the son of an earl is beyond me.”

Eloise grimaced at the mention of her fiance as her teacher clapped her hands together to get the attention of the class - a wholly unnecessary action due to the fact that it was already being given. “Class is dismissed. Please collect your belongings and put them in the correct place. Remember, as future wives and mothers, you must be organized in all aspects of your life. Many of you will be managing important households and the slightest misstep -“ a slight glance to Eloise out of the corner of her eye - “can cause the biggest of scandals.”

Eloise raced to gather her things and leave the classroom before everyone else. No matter how many years had been spent at the school, she couldn’t help but hate sitting through the classes amongst the judgmental stares and snide remarks. Although things had started out shaky at the finishing school - to be expected, really, when you’ve grown up in wizarding society and then are then forced to live as a muggle - it still stung that after all these years, she still hadn’t found a friendly face. She was treated as if she were a pariah: it was as if the other girls just knew that something was different about her. But…wasn’t that the great irony of it all? She wasn’t different than them. She was a filthy squib.

When she first arrived at the school, she was an anomaly. A twelve-year-old girl who didn’t know how to play the piano or who the queen was. It was clear to everyone that Eloise wasn’t the charity case of the school - her parents were obviously quite wealthy - and yet they seemingly wanted nothing to do with her. Whereas the others got regular letters and visits from their family, it was as if Eloise were an orphan. Nothing new to her of course, but to her peers this otherness aided them in her ostracization.

Upon entering her room, she was abruptly pulled out of her thoughts. Something wasn’t right. Everything seemed the same: a twin bed perfectly made opposite a small wardrobe, a plain wooden desk placed between them. The weak afternoon sunlight shone through the window, illuminating her desk. But…there.

That…

Placed on her bed, resting on the pillow, was a letter.

She never received letters.

Eloise shoved her embroidery under her bed and hungrily grabbed at it, pausing when she saw the address. Miss E. Babbit. The Third Bedroom on the Left… It seemed vaguely familiar to her in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

As she read the letter, though, it became apparent to her exactly why this was. Although not exactly the same as the one her brother had received six years earlier, it quickly became apparent that this was a Hogwarts letter. For her. For Miss E. Babbit.

Hands shaking, she set the letter down on her desk and sat on the edge of her bed. She smoothed her hands over her skirt over and over, taking comfort in the familiar softness as she tried to even her breathing.

How was this possible? She had all but accepted the fact that she was a squib. The shame of her family, a dirty secret to be hidden away and never talked about or mentioned again. Her parents had suspected as much by the time she had turned seven without any signs of magic whatsoever manifesting around her - not even a basic transformation of brussel sprouts to sweets during dinner. It was ultimately confirmed, however, when her own Hogwarts acceptance letter never arrived. She had spent the whole year before her banishment daydreaming about her life at Hogwarts, still optimistic that there could be something magical inside of her. Her brother, Leo, came home every holiday with wonderful stories of his new friends and teachers, and the subjects he was learning at school. Even back then, at twelve years old, Eloise hadn’t been sure if he was actually hopeful she wasn’t a squib, or if he had been trying to prolong the fantasy for her before it all came crashing down.

Although she had had five years to come to terms with her new life, there was still a small part of her that hoped. A small “what if…”. She had tried time and time again to squash that tiny ray of optimism that would escape every so often, tried so very hard to cultivate a hard exterior that wouldn’t let any sort of vulnerability shine through. And that optimism was a vulnerability, after all. It was that vulnerability that had made it absolutely impossible for her to fit in the muggle world, and made it so that she didn’t really want to try.

Five years to come to terms with the fact that she needed a new purpose for her life and…

…not anymore?

Eloise grabbed the letter and greedily read through it again, drinking in all of the words. She paused at the end, thinking. Was this a forgery? Some sort of awful joke orchestrated by her brother? Leo had never been cruel to her in the past; in fact, he was the one who always encouraged her and was the most probable source of the small optimism that remained within her. However, she had no way of knowing how he had changed since she had last seen him. It had been, after all, five very long years. And not once had she heard from him, even though he had promised her through huge sobbing gulps that he would never abandon her. Maybe their parents had slowly poisoned him against her. It would be right on the nose for them, after all.

Looking at the envelope again, however…Third Bedroom on the Left…no. It was too specific. Nobody in her previous life had any reason to even want to contact her again, and nobody in her current life even knew what Hogwarts was, let alone have the ability to convincingly forge a letter just to have some fun at her expense.

A light, bubbly feeling began to spread throughout her body as it sunk in that this was real. She was going to Hogwarts. Soon, a - squinting at the letter again - a Professor Fig would be contacting her and giving her things to study. A huge grin slowly spread across her face and she hugged the letter to her chest as she fell back on her bed. She read through it again. Was it the fifth time already? It felt as though no amount of times rereading the letter would ever be enough.

Eloise got up and walked over to look at the calendar on her desk. She was surprised to see that September 1st was in only two days. The days at the finishing school moved in such a strange, sluggish way. They all felt the same. Monotonous. French and Latin and embroidery and household management and Merlin even knows what else all blending into each other in an endless parade of dusty classrooms and gossip and boredom.

The light feeling left her in an instant as, after years of practice, the optimism was squashed back down. But how will you even get to London? And, her brain added sneakily, you haven’t even shown any signs of magic. Maybe you’ll just be returned back here after they realize their mistake.

No, she thought fiercely, gripping the letter. Until -

A tapping came from the window. A tentative smile returned at the sight of a tawny brown owl with another envelope in its beak. She ripped it open as soon as it was in her hands (again addressed to Miss E. Babbit) and along with the letter a small, purple pouch fell out of the envelope and onto her bed.

Miss Eloise Babbit,

I am pleased to be the wizard charged with such an important task as escorting you to Hogwarts in two days’ time. It is something extraordinary to be accepted in your fifth-year, and as such, I expect extraordinary things from you. I have enclosed a small pouch along with this envelope, and in it are some items that will be vital to you in the upcoming days. I have included books for you to study at your leisure, and a small gobstone that will bring you to our rendezvous point in London. All you have to do is touch it at noon on the 1st and you will be transported instantly.

Your family has not been informed of your acceptance. I am sure you understand why - at this, Eloise scoffed quietly to herself - which is why I will personally be your escort.

I am looking forward to meeting you and bringing you to the sorting ceremony in two days’ time.

Yours,

Eleazar Fig

The handwriting was tiny and spidery and cramped, but it didn’t stop Eloise from reading it with the same vigor as the previous letter and as many times. Finally, she turned to the small pouch that had fallen onto her bed when she opened the second envelope. It must have had an invisible extension charm, because it was filled to the brim with books on basic spellwork and general wizarding history. Professor Fig had no way of knowing, but Eloise had already read many of these books and many more during the year her brother had started Hogwarts, as she had needed to know absolutely everything about what would be awaiting her. A few years may have passed since she had stepped foot in her family’s library, but she couldn’t get the books or their contents out of her brain even if she had wanted to. She had really wanted to forget everything she knew about the magical world when it was confirmed she was a squib but it was a futile effort. As she zoned out during her piano lessons, she would find herself mentally going through the movements to cast different charms.

It was painful to be thinking about things from the life that had been ripped away from her, to know that what she was thinking about would never come to pass, that she would never be able to wield magic - and yet she couldn’t find herself able to stop.

As Eloise picked out one of the books and settled into her armchair, a steely resolve overcame her.

She would prove that she deserved to be there, and was just as capable as any of they were. She would make her parents regret ever discarding her like she was nothing.

She was worthy. She was capable. And she would prove it.

The morning of September 1st dawned cold and rainy. Absolutely perfect.

Eloise had pretended to be sick the night before, and no one had suspected a thing when she stayed in bed long after all of the other girls had gotten ready and headed to breakfast. As the last of the chattering faded away down the hallway, Eloise finally got out of bed and prepared herself for the day. It was difficult to sit still long enough to braid her hair. Her fingers wouldn’t stop trembling and she had to restart countless times. Finally, she tied the black ribbon at the end into a neat bow and turned to the drawer of her desk to retrieve the small purple pouch she had hidden away.

Everything she deemed important enough to come along with her had already been placed inside: the books from Professor Fig, the hair ribbons gifted to her by her brother many years ago, and some clothing. Nothing else was coming with. She needed the fresh start. Besides, anything else she might need would be supplied, as her acceptance letter had specifically stated that any school supplies would be provided to her.

Waiting the hours before noon came along proved to be more difficult than Eloise had imagined. Time seemed to be moving slower than the molasses that had come with the breakfast sent up to her, the steady patter of the rain becoming a sort of metronome keeping time as she paced back and forth. Wasn’t there anything that could distract her, even for a bit? She glanced at the clock. Only five minutes had passed since the last time. 10.35.

The second hand ticking away in tandem with the sound of rain splashing against her window.

What if this was all a trick? What if she arrived at Hogwarts, and they turned her away because they realized they had made a mistake? After all, why would they admit a sixteen-year-old? Surely she was too old; every other student had started Hogwarts at the age of twelve and had shown signs of magic much earlier than that. She still hadn’t shown any signs of magical capability whatsoever, and didn’t feel any different than she had before receiving the letter. It had to be a fluke.

As her thoughts started veering into the melancholy she was prone to, she shook her head. No. Today was a happy, exciting day. She wasn’t going to squash the optimism down today, not when she needed it most. All of these thoughts she was having were simply that: thoughts. Not reality. Hogwarts never made a mistake, and in all of the history books she had read, she couldn’t recall an instance of someone being turned away at the door. Granted, she had also never heard of someone being admitted so late. But, better to focus on what she did know, which was that she had gotten the letter. It must be right in its assumption that she had magic.

Trying to pass the time was easier said than done. She ended up quizzing herself on all of the charms she had memorized in the books sent by Professor Fig, moving an imaginary wand in the precise movements needed to successfully cast and focusing on her pronunciation. She had studied all of these forms late into both nights she had had the books, and when she would eventually close her eyes to sleep, the wand movements were all she saw.

Eloise was determined that she would receive pity from nobody. Nobody was going to look at her like she was lacking. She had gotten enough of that to last a lifetime, and now that she was given this opportunity she wasn’t about to waste it.

When noon finally struck, Eloise was ready and waiting. She eagerly grabbed the gobstone that was sitting on her desk and felt the familiar tugging sensation in her navel as she was whisked away to London and the beginning of her new life.

next chapter

[damsels-n-dice]

TTRPG GAME JAMS

in my "find and join every obviously ttrpg-focused game jam on itch.io" era this week, so i figured i'd share the jams that i have joined which are either ongoing or coming up soon! so that any of my fellow creators or TTRPG fans can check out what ends up in them 👀

Troika Dungeon Jam!

will eventually become a free collection of dungeon encounters for Troika! it's not a game i know a lot about but it looks cool, and i enjoy both dungeons in TTRPGs and setting myself unrealistic workloads.

Tiny Library Jam #6

also on the list of things i happen to enjoy: making up settings with no other context, and things that are tiny! this jam does come with a licensing agreement and such, though, so be warned of that ig.

Minimalist TTRPG Jam #3

one day i will participate in a minimalist TTRPG jam. i swear. a great way to release a game if you don't have the time or talents to add fancy formatting & art into the game design. (see: yours truly).

The Adventure Calendar - 2024

the goal to release something TTRPG-related every day of december will... probably be too much for me, but a man can dream. this will definitely be a fun motivator for creativity, though!

Winter Horrorland TTRPG Jam

a jam by a creator whose previous jam, the Queertober jam, created one of my best games! massive shout out to them for that. plus i love writing horror, and i don't do it enough, so... christmas horror game?

Shitpost TTRPG Jam

it's a game for shitpost-inspired TTRPGs, what more can i say?

[mushroomlibrary]

🕮 AI ⸝⸝ Labels List 🕮

Genders

Techrobai: A neogender centered around things connected to tech, robots, AIs, viruses, cyborgs, digital things, virtual things or anything that someone might associate with technology.

Verazusingularic: A gender related to being a self-aware ai and associated with the colors green and blue.

Cyberglitchen: A gender related to cyborgs, sparks, malfunctiontioning technology, futuristic or scifi technology, glitches and cybercore.

Techainick: A non-xenogender gender related to robots, AI, computers, and machines and technology in general.

Aiwarix: A gender related to being a self aware ai.

Aianeve: A mechaneve gender connected to AI/being an AI.

Assistandroidish: A gender related to helpful robots and A.I. It is related to electricity, coding, and robots, but feels nurturing in a warm yet muted and robotic way.

Non Human

Webcormis: A scenemis alterhuman term for when one’s robot, AI, machine, etc., identity is affected by webcore.

Sentient AI: A flag for sentient artificial intelligence, this can be used by alterhumans of any kind.

Versai: A species term for evil and/or rogue artificial intelligence.

Robot AI Alterhuman/Non Human

Vialis: A flag for when you're a sentient artificial intelligence. Being a living omnipresent network, who sees and hears all.

Other

MNHAGAI: A term and flag for all machines, robots, androids, AI, AGI, etc. that are against generative AI (chatGPT, Journey, DALL-E, Character.AI, and others), especially human-made generative AI models that is designed to steal data and create products from it. 

AI: A flag for when you're an artificial intelligence. This can be used for nonhuman, otherkin, gender, delusion. whatever.

Created as AI: A Created as [x] / Ca[x] term for those being created as an AI, or artificial intelligence.

Aldertechbody: An aldernic term that means you have or wish to have a body that is mainly technology. The body is either a full robot, or a humanoid AI/robot/etc, as long as the body is mostly technology.

Aivior: A vior term for when one's behavior is related to, or like, that of an artificial intelligence.

Servahensic: An angelettric in nature (ANLTIN) gender connected to chaotic & glitchy tech, AIs, sentient AIs, the game Observation, & incomprehensible horror.

Helper-AI Romantic: A romantic attraction connected to ones gender being robotic or ai based which has an effect on how one views their romantic attraction, making it feel ‘robotic’ in nature - it may feel similar to helper-ai’s and helper robots in futuristic movies.

Androidix: One lacks attraction (sexual, romantic, platonic, alterous, sensual, etc), due to being an android, cyborg, robot, AI, etc.

AI Emsoul: An emsoul term for being the embodiment of Artificial Intelligence , feeling as though Artificial Intelligence is tied to your very soul / being.

Aiarian: A xenic alignment to artificial intelligence.

Futechinel: An umbrella term for identities centered around technology, robots/robotics, supercomputers, vocal synthesizers, artificial intelligence, sentient AIs, technology-based weirdcore themes, living flesh inside of electronics, living creatures with robotics attached to them, other cyborg-esque themes, cassette futurism, computers being seen as angels / angels with robotic aspects, hazard symbols/signs, and/or wires, cords, and cables.

[mumblingsage]

I'm definitely guilty of poor time management (witness my being on Tumblr right now...), but it's exacerbated by there being just so much to fit into my time. I thought I finally had a free day to pull up some of my writing manuscripts on Wednesday, only to see I have a committee meeting noon to 1:30, just where it will be most disruptive. Doesn't mean I can't do any writing/revising on Wednesday...but it sure feels like I can't.

[canisalbus]

I was just thinking about the Dog Bois dancing!!! I figured Machete would be a little awkward and embarrassed, but Vasco would be a patient and enthusiastic teacher

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[doefrilled]

𓎟 ̊    names and prns relating to the internet, cyberspace, and technology𓈒

requested by anon

Zett﹐  Zetta﹐  Disc﹐  Data﹐  Virus﹐  Vir﹐  Code﹐  Codette﹐  Interweb﹐  Cyberweb﹐  Binary﹐  Morphe﹐  Index﹐  Byte﹐  File﹐  Auto﹐  Nett﹐  Crypt﹐  Trojan﹐  Mac﹐  Pixel﹐  Router﹐  Cache﹐  Java﹐  Malware﹐  Coda

ai ais﹐  glitch glitches﹐  screen screens﹐  web webs﹐  pix pixel﹐  .png .pngs﹐  .exe .exes﹐  .jpg .jpgs﹐  file files﹐  cyber cybers﹐  code codes﹐  script scripts﹐  .com .coms﹐  tech techs﹐  .net .nets﹐  .org .orgs﹐  error errors﹐  nano nanos﹐  vir virtual﹐  net network﹐  key keys﹐  .zip .zips﹐  wire wires

[PT: names and pronouns relating to the internet, cyberspace, and technology

requested by anon

Names: Zett, Zetta, Disc, Data, Virus, Vir, Code, Codette, Interweb, Cyberweb, Binary, Morphe, Index, Byte, File, Auto, Nett, Crypt, Trojan, Mac, Pixel, Router, Cache, Java, Malware, Coda

Pronouns: ai/ais, glitch/glitches, screen/screens, web/webs, pix/pixel, .png/.pngs, .exe/.exe, .jpg/.jpg, file/files, cyber/cybers, code/codes, script/scripts, .com/.coms, tech/techs, .net/.nets, .org/.orgs, error/errors, nano/nanos, vir/virtual, net/network, key/keys, .zip/.zips, wire/wires

/end PT.]

[vampseraph]

anon that requested the g-177 npts here, itz rlly no worries!! i jus wanted to see if it was possible and i get why itz not,, ^^’

may i please request technology & angel based npts, then? once again, if not, i completely understand, and thank you if you do fufill the request!!

angel ++ technology npts!

names

cache, cyber, virus, cloud, ram, celle, eden, mal / malware, saint, divinity, neo, pixel, byte, cypher, astra, auren, zephyr, seraph, seraphim, etheria, cassette, widget, tera / terabyte

2. pronouns

vi/vir, virtual/virtuals, wire/wires, click/clicks, glitch/glitches, code/codes, light/lights, sy/syr, cy/cyr, tech/techs, digital/digitals, AI/AIs, key/keys, byte/bytes, pix/pixs, neo/neos, divine/divines, eth/ethereal, aura/auras, halo/halos

3. titles

the digital seraph, prn who is confined within a screen, the cyber angel, the programmer, prn who is made of code, the AI, the technology-loving angel, prn created with binary