#byte hacks

[crowzenyogurt]

SPIDER-BYTE!

[milimeters-morales]

(The comments under a selfie Miles posted)

Ganke: hey gorgeous it’s kind of insane how we’ve been married for like 5 years and have 2 kids a cat and a nice house in the hills ❤️ if i see gwen in these comments i’m doxxing her ass

Gwen: 𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖆𝖑𝖕𝖍𝖆 🐺⛓🥀

Hobie: (identifies the car model in the background and rants about hating it)

Pavitr: hop on fortnite

Margo: 🏳️‍🌈 ?

Miles G: don’t ever do this again i almost called animal control

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[mossbed-roots]

Artfight is down and I can’t post here there but LOOK AT NIA. I’ve never done an object head before but I love her.

[bytectrl]

TAG DUMP .

. face claim . › this is where we resist .

. meta . › pixel by pixel .

. character study . › debugging the world .

. npcs . › join us .

. dash prompts . › byte by byte .

. about . › where shadows meet code .

. aesthetics . › from the streets to the servers .

. musings . › hacking the systems flaws .

. skills . › one hack at a time .

. powers . › unleash the power in the code .

[shesamcooks]

Life Hack: Sometimes all you need to get a toddler to eat is a dino plate.

Chocolate Banana Muffin recipe from BudgetBytes.

[xiao-come-home]

stone faced anon (💫 anon if it's free) here; as someone who has a hyperfixation in IT and coding I also think it would be very funny if Boothill had an s/o who wasn't necessarily a mechanic but like a software engineer or just a real big nerd about coding or something. He'll be experiencing a malfunction or a memory leak and go "oh yeah this happens sometimes don't worry about it" and then 10 minutes later he's sitting down plugged into a laptop listening to his s/o rant about how terrible his code is (crack hc: boothill's code was written in javascript) and how it's a wonder he hasn't bricked* yet

Would also be mad funny if Boothill ever got hacked and his s/o basically says "no you're not" and uses a previously made system restore point or something because of course they would both use and design every feature imaginable to keep Boothill in control of his own body, can you imagine the stress that losing control would cause him?? Even better if whoever designed him originally intentionally left a backdoor incase he ever went against their orders and when they try to use it his s/o just goes "oh yeah I quarantined and encrypted all the old files related to that backdoor and whatever else you were planning on a partition as bait and personally rewrote every file and function involved since your code is *an actual crime against technology*. by the way i'm going to go ahead and format that partition i mentioned, boothill- we won't be needing anything on it now that we can trace whoever made it. trust me, this won't be happening ever again."

*(bricking is a term mostly used to refer to hardware that's been rendered basically completely nonfunctional and beyond saving by using it wrong, mostly by messing with system files. Kinda like how windows can't even repair itself if you delete the system32 folder. Though i guess you could still install it with a usb stick if you formatted your pc- i digress you get what I mean. also since this almost happened to me recently: if you manage to fill up a hard drive to the brim, with literally 0 bytes of space left, that bricks it. reminder to check your storage thoroughly and often!)

Honestly wow I read it all and I'm a little bit speechless 🥹 thank you 💫 anon, it was great 🙏

Boothill would DEFINITELY appreciate a s/o who's a tech savvy in general! I think at some point, he'd be pretty shocked you're so knowledgeable and just sit there, listening to you rant.. and just letting you do your thing.

Don't get me wrong, he definitely knows a lot about his body, his system and the way he works, but once you start to get in the zone and explain stuff to him, berate his code even, he just sits next to you, plugged in to your laptop, leaning his cheek against his hand listening to you like he obviously understands everything you say.

His other hand begins to gently play with a stand of your hair, humming deeply when the soft clicking sounds of your keyboard reach his ears; he twirls your hair with his fingers and chuckles, "mmm, really now?" Boothill raises an eyebrow, "encryptin' this, encryptin' that... How about we do somethin' more fun instead?" And then you shut him down from your laptop (😭).

Jokes aside, he'd feel very secure with you especially when he first got his new body, just knowing you'll probably fix a lot of things that could possibly blow up his face in no time, maybe even improve his life even more.

[hobiebrownismygod]

hey how about a margo study (spiderbyte). she has so little screentime and as far as i know no real comic book lore

Researching Characters so you don't have to Part 6: Who is Margo Kess/Spider-byte?

Origins:

Margo Kess lives in a time where everyone spends most of their time in VR. If you've ever seen Ready Player 1, its a really similar concept. Everyone has their own virtual avatar and they all exist in a place called Cyberspace.

She hooks herself up to this network through a computer in her school's computer lab, and connects to her avatar, Spider-byte, that way. She thinks of herself as a kind of community service member, and spends her time tracking down cyber-criminals and helps people.

Powers:

She's not your average avatar. Her intellectual prowess and great knowledge of computers helped her hack the network to create these powers for herself. She can teleport through Cyberspace and uses her arms can stretch like we saw in the spiderverse movie.

She programmed her skills and armor to boost her speed and strength all by herself. Her cybernetic armor provides protection and keeps her identity a secret.

In the comics, Ghost Spider eventually recruits her to fight the Inheritors, but thats not really a part of the Margo Kess character we saw in the spiderverse movie so I'm not gonna get into it.

But other than that, there's really no other information about her origins or her powers. She doesn't have her own comic series, but hopefully she gets one eventually!

[chiriwritesstuff]

The Girl in IT - IT Ticket: Print Job

A Boss! Joel Miller x IT Specialist F! Reader AU Byte-Sized Microfic

The LIST │ Read the main series here!

Chapter Rating: T

Story Summary: What if Joel tried to print out his list to put in his wallet but botched the print job? Who does he call in his time of need?

Word Count: 430

Inspired by this ask from a sweet anon:

A/N: Lately I've been receiving a lot of messages in my Asks and it's led to a lot of me sharing the lore and backstory of 'The Girl in IT'! I decided it would be fun if I answered these with a short, byte-sized fic! Thank you, sweet anon for the ask! Keep them coming!

"Ellie?" Joel's voice echoes from across the hall. "Get in here for a sec."

Ellie strides into Joel's office, hand on her hip. "What's up? I'm about to head out to the job site with Tommy."

Joel looks somewhat sheepish. "Need a hand."

"Okay… is it going to take long? I needed to be in the parking lot five minutes ago."

"Well, I tried to print out a document-"

Ellie groans, plopping onto the chair in front of him. "Isn't that why we hired Sugar? To help you handle your computer mishaps?"

Joel sighs, "She's with Tess right now. I figured this wasn't pressing enough to warrant the interruption. Besides, you know Tess."

Ellie rolls her eyes as she nods in agreement. "Fine. What happened after you hit print?"

Joel scratches his head, avoiding eye contact. "I may have pressed the wrong button. Instead of printing one page, I accidentally printed the entire manual for the printer. Now it's sitting in the tray, and I have no idea how to fix it."

Ellie chuckles, "You're lucky I'm here. Let's take a look."

They both stroll over to Joel's desk, and Ellie surveys the printer, a cascade of papers flowing out of the tray. Ellie bursts into laughter. "Yeah, you definitely printed the manual. Congratulations, Joel. You just set a new record for the most paperwork generated by a single print job. We should frame it."

Joel smirks, "Well, at least I know how to complicate things."

"What were you printing anyway?" Ellie asks, trying to peek at his laptop.

"Nothing! I mean, there was this form-"

"So a PDF, then?"

"I think so?"

Ellie shoves him aside, grabbing the mouse to check the document. "Joel, this is a Word doc, not a PDF. All you need to do is click on-" her eyes narrow as she looks at the screen, her eyes widening in shock. "Joel, WHAT THE FUCK!"

"Ellie-"

"Are you out of your mind, Joel? Printing this at work? Tess is going to kill you," Ellie admonishes.

"How is she gonna know?"

"Don't you know that Sugar monitors all computer usage for all of the employees? That includes all print jobs, moron!"

"I own this company, Ellie! My computer should be off-limits!"

"Not after the stunt Tommy pulled, getting the servers hacked with all of his explicit internet usage. If you have a bone to pick, take it up with management!"

"Hey! I AM management!"

Ellie shoots him a look as she heads to the door. "Not according to Tess!" She gives him a one-handed salute. "Adios, Romeo!"

[hazyaltcare]

Typing Quirk Suggestions for a Robot kin

I hope it gives you a wonderful uptime! :3

Mod Vintage (⭐)

Letter replacements:

Replace "O" with zeroes "0"

Replace "i" or "L" with ones "1"

Replace "one" with "1", including "one" sounds like "any1", or "we 1 = we won" (the past tense of "win")

Replace "zero" with "0"

Frankly, you can just replace all sorts of letters with numbers, such as

R = 12

N = 17

B = 8

A = 4

E = 3

etc.

or maybe make all "A"s and "i"s capitalized, cause "A.I." (artificial intelligence

Prefixes and Suffixes:

Get inspired by programming languages!

Begin your text with "//" like a comment on C++

If you prefer other languages comment tags, you can use "< !--your text-- >"

Or maybe begin it with " int main () { std::cout << "your text"" and end with "return 0; }" like C++ too

Greet people with the classic "Hello world!"

Or greet people with "beep boop!" honestly, I have no idea where this comes from, but it's cute.

Or write down html stuff, like sandwiching your italicized text with "< em> "

The possibilities are endless!

Robot Lingo:

(under the cut because there's a LOT! maybe terabytes! ...just kidding >;3c)

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some of these are from the machinesoul.net robot server! (not sponsored) (we're not in there anymore, but we saw the robot lingo shared there when we were)

Fronting = logged in, connected

Not fronting = logged out, disconnected

Conscious = activated

Dormant = deactivated

Blurry = no signal

Upset, angry = hacked

Small = bits, bytes

Bite = byte

Huge = gigabytes, terabytes, etc.

Your intake of food, medicine, etc. = input

Your artwork, cooking, handiwork, handwriting, etc. = output

Body = chassis, unit

Brain = CPU, processor

Mind = program, code

Imagination = simulation

Purpose = directive

Nerves = wires

Skin = plating

Organs = (function) units

Limbs = actuators

Eyes = ocular sensors

Glasses = HUD (head's up display)

Hair = wires

Ears = antennae, audio sensors

Nose = olfactory sensors

Heart = core

Liver = detoxification unit

Circulatory system = circuits

Voice = speaker, voice module, voice box

Mouth = face port

Name = designation

Sleep = sleep mode, low power mode, charging

Eat = fuel, batteries

Energy = batteries

Tired = low on batteries

Translate = compile

Memory = data, database

Bed = recharge pod/charger

Dreaming = simulation

Birthday = day of manufacture

Talking = communicating

Thinking = processing

Transitioning = modifying your chassis

Depression = downtime

Joy = uptime

Trash = scrap metal

Fresh/Clean = polished

Keysmashing = random 1s and 0s

Self-care = system maintenance

Going to the doctor = trip to the mechanic

Group = network

Anyone = anybot

[dottie-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

[mtayl0rr]

The Anomaly: 2

Prologue Chapter 1

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x f!Original Character Rating: Mature Length: 1.4K Summary: Nobody gets the upper hand on Spider-Man 2099. Nobody, until a strange anomaly slipped from his grasp. Now, he’ll stop at nothing until he finds her. Warnings: enemies to lovers, eventual smut, cannon typical violence, graphic depictions of violence, Miguel is a bitch but so is she, cursing, angst, etc. trauma

The scent of cold rain flooded the basement as Miguel opened a portal back to Nueva York. The faint moonlight outside leaked through the thin windows that looked out at the streets above, illuminating the anomaly’s face. Miguel approached the bleeding figure on the ground, finally getting a closer look at her face. She had to be a little younger than he was, with skin so pale it looked like she’d never seen the sun before. Constellations of freckles cascaded from her cheeks to her neck, creating patterns that matched the soft curves of her face.

Retracting his claws, Miguel pushed a stray curl of red wine colored hair from her complexion, exposing more of her appearance. As much as he denied it, upon first glance, she was painstakingly beautiful. But, her beauty meant nothing to him. Pulling out a pair of electro-charged handcuffs, Miguel restrained her wrists before lifting her bridal style and carrying her through the portal.

He had half a mind to snap her day pass, being as she managed to disable the tracking device. Even still, the idea of punishing her with glitching was inhumane, even for him. But, the minute he stepped into his office in HQ, he swapped her jailbroken day pass for another, tracking device intact. She wouldn’t slip through his fingers again.

It bothered Miguel that he didn’t know what it was about her that made her such a challenge. Once he caught her unsuspecting, he was able to overpower her easily. But, what she lacked in comparison when it came to brawn, she made up for in quick thinking and agility. That made her dangerous.

Miguel nonchalantly placed her on a chair in his office, pushing her limp head to the side as he examined the bite marks he left on her neck. They weren’t healing like he assumed they would. Over the time he’s run the HQ, he encountered hundreds of thousands of spider-people. One thing they all shared was quick rehabilitation. He’s left bite marks on dozens of unruly variants, but they always closed up and healed within minutes. Most of the time, at least. But the anomaly’s neck was still bleeding, even when he held a cloth to the marks to stop it. Her blood stained his suit blending with the red accents he wore. Eventually, he gave up on trying and used gauze to tape onto the wound before lying her on the floor, removing the cuffs, and encasing her in a red prison.

“Miguel,” Lyla said, her form hovering over his wrist. “We have no way to run a diagnostic on her unless we get her down to Spider-Byte.”

“The venom should be wearing off soon anyway. I’ll figure it out,” he grunted, moving to remove Lyla’s hologram. Her voice stopped him.

“Did you really have to bite her?” she asked, raising an accusatory brow.

“Yes.”

“Who’d he bite this time,” sighed Jess, catching sight of the maskless girl on the floor. “Oo, is this the girl who finally bested you? I wanna thank her for the shot to your ego.”

“I don’t appreciate your quips, Drew,” snapped Miguel with a glare. “And clearly she didn’t best me because I’m not the one unconscious on the floor at the moment.”

“What did she even do?”

There was a beat of silence before Lyla confirmed what Jess was thinking. “We don’t know yet.”

“Yes, we do,” Miguel snapped. “She is an anomaly. Somehow, she managed to hitch a ride here, steal a watch and hack a day pass. She’s been universe-hopping ever since, until I put a stop to it.” His eyes trailed down to the limp figure on the floor, his mind flooding with unanswered questions.

“I mean, if she was able to get away from you on all those occasions, then maybe that would make her a valuable asset to the league,” offered Jess with a shrug.

Miguel’s crimson eyes widened in disbelief. “There’s no way this anomaly is coming anywhere near the league. She’s nothing but trouble. Not to mention, we don’t know anything about her.”

“Then ask.”

“No.” He approached Jess, his tone dropping whatever kindness there was as he towered over her. “I don’t remember giving you permission to make decisions. You answer to me, Jessica.” She didn’t argue it any further after that.

*~*

The drumming in Madelynn’s head was a steady pulse. Although it hurt to move, she slowly realized that she regained control over her muscles again, first twitching her fingers, then rolling her feet. Her already ruined suit was again crunchy with dried blood, the metallic scent piercing her nose with a foul sting. Her shaking hand shot to her neck, feeling around to find the bite marks 2099 left on her neck. Her fingers graced the reddened gauze over the wound, grasping at the edges to peel it up.

“I wouldn’t take that off, if I were you,” someone droned behind her, but she didn’t drop her hand. 2099. She began to sit up, taking in the situation around her as she opened her eyes. The room wasn’t bright by any means, but the strain on her pupils sent a shockwave of pain to her head. What hurt the most was the glow of the red prison she was encased in. Turning around, she saw 2099’s touring figure looming over orange holograms, his broad shoulders blocking the majority of the displays. He didn’t even bother to look back at her.

“You know, usually when I’m pinned to the wall and bitten, I appreciate being taken out to dinner first,” she grumbled, stretching out her aching joints. “There’s always next time though. I don’t need anything fancy, but it’s the thought that counts.”

“There won’t be a next time,” 2099 snapped, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “You’re not getting away this time.”

“I wouldn’t be so certain about that,” Madelynn said emptily. To be transparent, she had no idea what her next move was. She had been able to avoid 2099 through sheer luck and nimble skills, but now she has nowhere to run.

2099 turned around sharply, stepping off the platform with the holograms and swiftly stomping towards her prison on the floor. His stature was painfully impressive, looming over her like a wild animal stalking its prey. “If you run, I will catch you. If you hide, I will find you. No matter what universe you flee too, what corner you think is safe, I will be there. Nowhere is safe from me. So escape if you want, but I strongly advise against it.” His voice was nothing more than a low growl, only slightly louder than the humming of the electric prison he put her in.

“So why am I not with the other anomalies?” she asked, staring up at 2099. “I don’t trust this.”

“Good thing I never cared about whether you trust me or not.” 2099 crouched down to meet her level on the ground. “Besides, I have a few questions for you.” Her gazes met, and in his eyes, all Madelynn saw was rage that boiled in his blood-red pupils. But she knew his type. She knew a Spider-man like him before. Now, she knew how to get out.

“Ask away.”

“What is your universe of origin?” 2099 interrogated, standing and walking back towards his set up.

“That’s classified.”

“What’s your name?”

“Classified,” she responded again, watching 2099’s muscles tense through his suit.

“When were you bitt-”

“Also classified, sorry.”

2099 grabbed a computer monitor and hurled it across the room, and Madelynn grinned to herself as the plastic pieces shattered, spreading across the floor like a sick confetti. Now was her time to strike. Feeling around the waistband of her suit, Madelynn grasped at the needle stored in her utility belt. 2099 clearly wasn’t smart enough to check her for weapons. He stormed over to her prison on the floor, ripping through the red forcefield as if it was paper. His clawed hands wrapped around her neck, cutting off her airways. This was a long shot, but it had to work. If she was wrong, then there was no way out.

“Miguel,” she choked out, and immediately, his face shifted from that of rage to confusion. “Miguel, please,” she pleaded. His grip loosened slightly, his crimson eyes burning through her’s.

“What did you just call me?” he seethed, unsteadiness leaking into his strong voice. Madelynn gripped the needle in her hand, uncapping the end slowly before whipping her arm up and around, plunging the shining metal into 2099’s neck.

“A sucker,” she grinned as his hands dropped from her neck, crimson eyes fluttering shut as his body slammed to the ground with a massive thud. Slipping through the opening he left in the red prison, Madelynn ran, ignoring the pain coursing through her veins.

Chapter 3

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[infernalodie]

𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦 (𝐏𝐭.𝟐) || 𝐆𝐰𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐲

“𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘔𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘚𝘰 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦“

Inspo: Sleep Token - Ascensionism Dominic Fike - 4x4

Pairing: Gwen Stacy x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: The sunset was on the bound...

Warnings: Angst. That’s it.

Part One

Words: 2981

“Miguel, we need to take this seriously!” Gwen followed behind the man, Hobie and Jessica in tow. All three of them share the same kind of anxiety revolving around your disappearance top priority. Along with the fact that across the spider-verse, there have been people plucked out which has been causing more trouble for Miguel than he thought he had before.

“And I told you before that we can’t just act blindly. Y/n hacked the watch and we can’t track her,” he reminded, stopping at the terminal Spider-Byte was working at. The screen displays multiple scenes of news outlets across the infinite universes covering the fact that many villains had simply up and vanished. Which in itself was creating problems that needed to be solved, fast. “If you and Hobie had done a better job apprehending her, then this wouldn’t have become my problem-”

“She did it because you told her she wasn’t allowed to save her sister, Miguel!” Gwen exclaimed, silencing the man. “What did you expect to happen?”

Gwen had played that night over and over the past few nights. Waking up in a feverish sweat, trying to piece together how things could’ve been done differently. But she knew the answer was simply, “I should’ve been there.” And she couldn’t change the past, but it didn’t change the pain that she felt knowing that things could’ve been different. That and maybe, somehow, saving your sister would’ve caused a revelation for not only herself but Miguel.

But what hurt just as much was her telling Miles the news. She’d been forced to see him crack. Left only knowing that she was the cause of the disaster and she wouldn’t be able to fix it.

“I trusted you to handle it,” Miguel barked. “You were reckless, foolish!”

“That’s rich coming from the man who wouldn’t go and deal with it himself,” Hobie commented. “You are the reason all of this is happening. You gave her hope by telling her when it would happen. So, don’t go tryin’ to pass the blame on one of us, mate.”

The sudden blaring of alarms grabbed the team’s attention. Their eyes flickering to the door and spotting many people running and yelling. “What the-” Hobie froze as the ground shook with a loud crash heard far beyond the doorway. “That can’t be good.”

“Byte, put the facility on lockdown!” Miguel ordered, sprinting in the direction of the commotion. “The rest of you, with me!”

They followed, sprinting toward the door and stopping just outside the entrance to see the chaos in full effect. Many of the Spider-Men were fighting, but their force was matched with villains from all different universes. Much like Miguel had been seeing for the past few weeks. It had become full chaos and there was no telling the full-scale disruption of the multiverse that could occur the longer this kept on.

Plucking a villain out of a universe was one thing. But if a Spider-Man was to die from a separate one? There was no telling what could possibly happen.

But at the center, Gwen could see you. You were hanging from a web in the distance without your mask. A smirk on your lips as you watched onwards.

“I got Y/n!” She announced without so much as a warning, swinging forward. Leaving the other three to deal with any villain they could pick off.

Moving through the sky, dodging, punching, and kicking to get to you, Gwen kept a cautious eye on you. Doing her best to watch your movements as she dealt with Doctor Octavius before moving on to an Electro.

But as when she went through each villain with a certain finesse, her sense flared up. Causing her to turn and was kicked into the air. Her body met the concrete wall that ripped the air from her lungs. Barely able to catch her breath before her throat was grasped and she was tossed into the gym facility in the headquarters. It was silent and dark beside the glow of certain lights along the floor or walls.

She was quick to get to her feet, battle ready. Again, her sense flared and put her into action. Spinning on her heel and catching your wrists. Nails baring, ready to slice into her flesh and paralyze her.

A sickly-sweet smile pulled across your lips, eyes wide and crazy. “Long time no see, Gwen. Miss me, sweets?”

The look in your eyes wasn’t normal. Not by a long shot. There was something in them that was close to unhinged. Like all former switches that made your eyes shine had been turned off, revealing a darker side of you to her. And she didn’t know if she should be scared or hopeful that she could use this against you.

Gwen groaned, sweeping your feet out from under you and using her grip on your wrist to perform a hip toss, forcing your body to the ground. She straddled your waist with your hands pinned on either side of your head. “Y/n, stop this!”

Planting your feet on her chest, you kicked her away, sending her colliding into a beam. Flying to the floor, panting with a sharp erupt of pain followed up the lower part of her back. Rising to rest on her knees, finding you standing on your feet. “This could ruin everything, Y/n. Do you not realize the untrackable amount of problems you’ve just caused?” She spat. “The multiverse could collapse because of you!”

All you could do was laugh.

“You wanna take the moral high ground now? Fine. But I will not stand by and act like you all have a higher understanding of what you believe to be the truth,” you exclaimed, pacing side to side. “You sat by and let my world fall apart!

But it’s not too late to change that.” Gwen frowned, shifting back slightly as you approached her. “You allow the chains to bind you to rules that were never yours in the first place.” You crouched down in front of the girl, hands cupping her cheeks as you whispered, “Break free, Gwen. We can show them the truth. It could be beautiful.”

And there was a brief pause of compilation written on Gwen’s face. Lips parted and eyes relaxed as she weighed the options. The negatives and positives. She was fated to see the path you’ve been down and feel the pain you felt at this moment. And she had to decide if she would submit to algorithms Miguel had discovered or take a chance.

But she wasn’t given enough time to mull over it because she heard you gasp sharply, eyes widening in shock. Gwen watched for a few moments until she caught sight of Miguel approaching from behind. “She’s good, Y/n.” You coughed, blood dripping from your lips as you fell onto your side and let out hoarse breaths. But Miguel shed no sliver of emotion. A simple look in his eyes with a shrug as he said, “Thanks for the offer though.”

Gwen stood to her feet, holding her side with her gaze focused on you. Watching you exhale shakily, resting in a suto fetal position. Hand pressed to the ground as you tried to sit up. But the stab wound in your side prevented sudden movements that could affect the area.

“We need to contain this problem as soon as possible. Every single person in this building needs to help.” As Miguel continued to bark out orders, Gwen’s gaze was unwavering on your trembling figure. Finding your eyes lifting to hers, face tensed in pain as you tried to find your bearings.

She couldn’t understand it. How could you go from one extreme to another? The easiest answer was that you were angry. Anyone would think and do irrational things if their emotions were wildfire like yours. But Gwen knew that you were beyond reasoning or understanding. Because one thing she absolutely was certain about it was this…

Amelie wouldn’t want this from you.

“We’re going to be choked up for the next few hours, Miguel,” Peter B Parker spoke up, cradling Mayday in his arms. “It would be great to know if you have some sort of invention that could speed this up.”

“Miguel isn’t capable of that. And don’t expect much from him. He’s prone to leave people disappointed,” Gwen stated, turning from you and shoving a shoulder into Miguel as she walked past.

“She was a danger to everyone, Gwen. And as far as this goes, you should be thanking me that I saved your life,” Miguel spat at the young teen. “She was going to kill you and everyone in this facility if I didn’t stop her.”

A shaky and unnerving chuckle echoed in the training hall. It gaged everyone’s attention, turning to find you smiling, spitting blood onto the pristine floor. Nose twitching as you pursed your lips, jaw clenching as you exhaled heavily. Forcing yourself to your feet, growling, “You…”

You staggered, knees buckling beneath you where you placed a bloody hand to catch yourself. Strangling a groan as you clenched your jaw. Lifting your gaze to find the core four. The four that had been there to give you the news of your story. A dilemma that they knew you wouldn’t stand for, even if there had been nothing you could’ve done. And the pitiful look in their eyes made you sick. They didn’t say they were sorry, but you could see in their eyes. But they were too late. “You stand there, y-you, judging me, acting all high and mighty from your ivory tower. But you all are one bad day from being in my shoes. You just can’t see it yet.”

They didn’t move. Not a single person. All in their own collective headspaces, mulling over your words. But Miguel, he straightened his stance. Appearing bigger than he truly was as he said, “You have put everyone and everything at risk, Y/n-”

“You know nothing! You don’t know what it takes to wear this suit! You are nothing, Miguel!” You yelled, waving your hand with a pained grunt as you forced out, “Everyone knows it.”

The room was painfully silent with Miguel’s expression unchanging by your words. But you knew that in some way, your words struck him. He was a fragile human. And it only took a few buttons for you to press to finally receive the reaction you wanted so desperately from him.

And that’s when you smiled up at him, whispering, “Even your daughter knew it.”

His nose twitched and his teeth bared, anger being ripped from deep within his chest and put on display for everyone to see. He charged at you with his only intent being to pull your head off. But the other three were quick to stop him, restraining him quickly.

But you still laughed in amusement, stepping to your feet that wobbled beneath your weight. “I see I struck a nerve.” You sniffled, waving a hand toward Peter. “If you had to lose your daughter, would you listen to what Miguel had to tell you? That you had to allow her to be taken from you?”

His silence that followed answered your question. Making you let out a short laugh. “None of you understand the pain. But you will,” you whispered. “It’s just a matter of if you’ll allow him to dictate your choices.”

They all stood amongst one another silently as Jessica took the initiative to put the cuffs on your wrists. Forcing you to walk down the platforms that lead to the G.H.M. and left to look upon the chaos of your decisions had caused. Spider-Men were injured and the villains were all restrained. And you believed they got what they wanted. Hurting and attacking a thousand or more Spider-Men for them was like a birthday gift. But with how quickly it ended, you got no closer. All you wanted was to hurt Miguel and destroy everything he built.

But all this did was end with you being stabbed in the back and tossed in a holographic cage with blood dripping, pooling around you. A needle plunged into the side of your neck, forcing your muscles to relax. Your eyelids were heavy with exhaustion as you stared at the open space in front of you.

Voices around you seemed to hollow out. Their figures morphed into melodies that further numbed your mind. All of it became meaningless the longer the drugs swam deeper and further into your bloodstream.

It took the tapping of a finger against the shield surrounding you to extract you from your thoughts. Tired eyes flickering to your left, finding Gwen crouched with soft eyes directed toward you.

“I’m sorry for what happened to Amelie, Y/n. If I was there, maybe we wouldn’t be here,” Gwen stated. But with your eyes flickering away from hers that was beginning to cloud up with tears, she moved closer to the cage wall. Her eyes squinted as she shook her head, muttering, “But you know this isn’t what she would’ve wanted, right? She saw you as a protector, not a destroyer.” Your nose began to burn, lips wobbling as you clenched your hands into tight fists. “And despite what she saw when you put on that suit, she saw her sister.”

You stayed silent for a few moments. Lips pursing faintly, parting to exhale shakily. And there was hesitance in meeting her gaze. Finding the pain in her eyes too much to bear and take accountability for. Because you didn’t regret what you did. But god dammit did her crystalized eyes hurt you knowing that you were the cause of her sadness. “You… Y-You ever wonder-” You coughed up blood, droplets wetting the back of your hand that dropped to your stomach. Slowing your breathing as you said, “Before the p-powers: would you go back? Go back to your childhood and just be young and unaware of everything?”

Gwen bowed her head, sniffling as you chuckled softly, glancing over at her. “I think I might have to find a way to get rid of these powers, you know?” Smiling through the tears, you shook your head. “I don’t deserve them after all of this.”

Your curled legs swayed slightly, the drugs slowly easing your mind from the pain. Or it could’ve been the blood loss that was slowly fracturing your attention span. The heaviness of your eyelids growing. The formulation of words drifted in brief pauses as you smiled at the girl, whimpering out gratefully, “I don’t have a chain on me, Gwen.”

The way you said it, the relief in your words, it pained her. And stroking your neck, as if a metal collar had been irritating the skin, made her realize how trapped you must’ve felt with all this knowledge. Because she knew the moment you found out about your canon event, a noose had been placed around your neck. It tightened each day that drew closer to your cataclysmic moment. But now, you seemed glad that it was over and that you went out how you wanted to.

And seeing her tears slide down her cheeks made you smile. “Hey.” Gwen sniffled, nodding, seeing your lips quiver as you said, “I’m free from all of this–my way. Not Miguel’s. Not theirs. Mine. And there isn’t a damn thing they can do about it now.”

Licking your lips, you stared off into open space. Eyes layered with deliriousness that mounted with each moment. Then, Gwen saw your lips curl slightly, tears brimming as a soft chortle slipped past your lips. “Amelie.”

Gwen felt her face twist, bowing her head–hearing you painfully crawl across the box and press your hand to the holographic wall blocking you from freedom. “Oh, I missed you so much, kiddo.”

“Can you finally come with me?” Amelie wept, pressing her hand to the wall where yours was.

Smiling, you nodded as a sob racked your body. Sniffling harshly, forcing yourself to swallow the lump stuck in your throat. “I think so, sweetheart,” you whispered. “We get to run off into the sunset. Just like I promised you.”

“Gwen.” You called for her, finding her shaking her head, wiping fearlessly at her eyes. “Hey, baby.” The pet name finally forced her to meet your broken gaze. Seeing your body glitch, yet, your expression still held a proud look despite the tears streaming down your cheeks. “Amelie forgives you.”

She let out a sob, covering her mouth as she nodded in understanding. “That’s good. I’m thankful,” she forced out. “I wish you had more time with her.”

“I will, Gwen. You will too when the time comes. We’ll be back together.” Reaching for her, sadly, your hand met the cage wall. Fingers curled slightly, hoping to break through it and feel her touch one more time. “And I forgive you.” Her face twisted again, tilting her head slightly, wiping her eyes frantically as you continued. “My soul mate. My best friend.”

Gwen was sobbing, pressing hers over yours. It made you smile. Vision beginning to blur with your thoughts slowly drifting and strength in your body dissipating. It was nice. The freedom that came with it. No worries in sight. Merely the warm touch of Amelie’s hand on your shoulder. Her eyes were bright with happiness and tears of relief. And the choice between another day or ascensionism. Ascension to a place where you knew was the only outcome. Somewhere you belonged.

And Gwen watched as your eyes stared at her softly, able to whisper out. “We will be waiting for you at the sunset.” Your bloodied hand fell with your body slumping against the wall. Leaving Gwen to sob, pleas falling from quivering lips.

And the sun fell with the darkness of night taking its place.

[cyberpunkonline]

The Untamed Web: How Internet Culture Rebels, Evolves, and Defines Our Digital Age

What is Internet culture? The question drifts through the ether like a rogue signal, elusive and captivating. To untangle this web, we must trace its lineage back to its inception, a digital genesis rooted in the analog rituals of Deadheads in the 70s. Much like those dedicated followers of the Grateful Dead, early Internet denizens sought connection and community, but instead of tapes and stories, they shared bytes and bits in mailing lists and Usenet newsgroups. Here, intellectuals, hackers, and rebels mingled in a digital potluck of ideas, raw and unfiltered.

As the dial-up tones gave way to the persistent hum of a growing network, Internet Relay Chat (IRC) emerged as the heartbeat of this underground culture. Real-time interaction became the new frontier, a global speakeasy where minds met in channels dedicated to everything imaginable. This wasn't just idle chat; it was a crucible for innovation and rebellion. Hacking groups like Cult of the Dead Cow and Legion of Doom pushed the limits of technology and legality, shaping the Internet in their anarchic image.

Then came vaporwave, the eerie soundtrack of a digital dystopia. This genre, with its nostalgic echoes of the 80s and 90s, felt like the Internet itself was creating music. Vaporwave artists like MACINTOSH PLUS crafted tracks that were both haunting and familiar, resonating with those disillusioned by the encroaching corporatization of digital spaces. It was a sonic rebellion, an aural middle finger to the commercialization of the Internet.

Memes, those viral fragments of culture, became the lifeblood of this digital underground. From the early days of "All Your Base Are Belong to Us," a quirky mistranslation from the game Zero Wing, to the complex narratives of modern memes, these digital artifacts spread like wildfire, uniting and dividing communities in equal measure. The tragicomic saga of Harambe, the gorilla shot at the Cincinnati Zoo, turned into a meme that evolved into a cultural phenomenon and even inspired a cryptocurrency in his legacy. Memes are the modern folklore, ever-evolving and reflective of the current digital zeitgeist.

At its core, Internet underground culture embodies the cyberpunk ethos—an unyielding rebellion against corporate overlords, a fight for digital freedom and privacy. Piracy, casual hacking, and the rise of cryptocurrency are not just acts of defiance but declarations of identity. This culture stands in stark opposition to corporatism, advocating for the decentralization of information and power. The emergence of decentralized networks and cryptocurrencies like Bitcoin are testaments to this ongoing struggle for autonomy.

Influences of Discordianism, with its embrace of chaos and rejection of traditional structures, permeate this culture. The Internet thrives on disruption, finding beauty in the unpredictable and the chaotic. It's a digital frontier where order is constantly challenged, and chaos is celebrated.

Politicians view Internet culture with a mix of fascination and fear. The concept of an "ungovernable" digital populace is both an ideal and a nightmare. Early Internet pioneers dreamed of a decentralized, unregulated space where freedom reigned supreme. However, as the Internet has grown, so too have efforts to control it. Governments impose regulations, corporations seek to monetize it, and the original vision of an ungovernable digital utopia becomes harder to live. Yet, pockets of resistance remain, where the spirit of rebellion and the desire for autonomy continue to thrive.

But like any culture, it has a dual nature. The democratization of information and the global connections fostered by Internet culture are profound positives. Yet, the same platforms that unite can also incubate hate speech and cybercrime. It is a reflection of humanity itself, with its myriad facets of light and dark.

So, what is Internet culture in 2024? It is a digital rebellion, a chaotic blend of nostalgia, anti-corporatism, and radical freedom of expression that continues to shape and redefine the digital landscape. In one sentence: Internet culture is the chaotic digital tapestry woven from the threads of rebellion, nostalgia, and the relentless pursuit of freedom.

We seek resistance. It begins with the maintainance of the culture.

[malware-program]

Edit: If you guys have any questions feel free to dm them to me or drop them in my ask box !

Hello ! I am sad about ao3 being down, but I would like to offer my insight about what type of DDOS could be affecting it ! Yes this is an excuse to talk about my special interest

For context: I major in Informational Technology, and we have to learn about this, and technology has always been my special interest. I know way too much about this

In this post I will explain what a DDOS is, different types of DDOS attacks, and my theory on which one.

A DDOS (or denial of service attack) is when the servers get so overloaded that they crash and burn.

There are multiple types of DDOS attacks: Zip Bomb, Time Bomb, Fork Bomb, and a Zombie attack. Each one does something different but reach the same result.

Zip Bomb: Will send a compressed file of data to a server, and when they uncompress it, they get fit with  4.5 petabytes (4 503 599 626 321 920 bytes) of data. No computer can even process that !

Time Bomb: Basically what a free trial is, but will implode other things too. Time Bombs will basically count down to when they release the attack to servers with either Zip Bombs, Trojan Horses, or a Worm

Fork Bomb: A malicious file that will get in your servers and start duplicating itself, taking up server resources and slowing them down. Very bad if not caught early on. (I would also like you to know this is also called a Wabbit virus)

Zombie: A hacked computer that has been compromised and can be used by the hacker remotely to do what they want. These are dangerous because they affect multiple systems and then use those systems to overload a server, and they're hard to detect. (If you're scared you have this, run your downloaded files though VirusTotal , it runs files and websites through a lot of antivirus software and can detect anything malicious)

My working theory is that ao3 is under either a Fork Bomb attack or a Zombie Attack (that is the official term for it). Both these DDOS attacks are hard to get rid of, and hard to pinpoint where they started from.

It doesn't mean ao3 is gone forever, but it means it might be down for a little bit. They're working their absolute hardest, and I believe in them <3

[tmntkiseki]

Hi!! Just found your blog today, thank you for sharing all these references to the ‘03 turtles!! This is gonna be super helpful for me to draw them!! 😁

My question is! Do you have a favorite turtle? And what are your favorite/ least favorite episodes?

Thanks, and have a great night!! 😁

Aha, thank you very much for the ask! I hope all of the references are of help to you!

My favorite turtle is definitely Donatello. It's funny; I think as a kid/teenager, I would have leaned more towards Raphael knowing my tastes back then? But in my adulthood, I've developed a preference for nice, hardworking sweethearts who turn out to be major nerds/dorks, and Donnie definitely falls into this category. Incredibly kind, considerate, and intelligent with a bit of a clumsy streak, but he's also no pushover, can be quite sassy, and is just as terrifying as Raph when he's mad, if Same As It Never Was is anything to go by. (The fact that he shares his VA with my favorite bachelor from Rune Factory 4 is a nice bonus lol)

Hmm, favorite and least favorite episodes... In terms of story arcs, Good Genes is definitely my favorite even though Don is once again suffering at the hands of the plot. Other favorite arcs include The Shredder Strikes Back, Rogue in the House, the Big Brawl, Space Invaders/Worlds Collide, and Exodus. As for individual episodes:

Season 1: Meet Casey Jones, Tales of Leo, Lone Raph and Cub

Season 2: The Golden Puck, Junklantis, April's Artifact

Season 3: Touch and Go, Hunted, The Christmas Aliens, The Darkness Within, Hun on the Run, Same As It Never Was

Season 4: Grudge Match, Bad Day, All Hallows Thieves, The Ancient One, Prodigal Son

Season 5: Enter the Dragons (Part 1 and Part 2)

Fast Forward: Future Shellshock, Invasion of the Body Snatcher!, The Freaks Come Out at Night, Bad Blood, Graduation Day: Class of 2105, Timing Is Everything, Race For Glory, DNA is Thicker than Water

Back to the Sewer: Tempus Fugit, Hacking Stockman, Incredible Shrinking Serling, Identity Crisis, SuperQuest, and Wedding Bells and Bytes

Most of the episodes I do dislike, rather understandably, come from Fast Forward and Back to the Sewer just because the writing quality dipped during those seasons, though I'm willing to confess that I've always been very lukewarm towards the episodes involving the superheroes/Justice Force. It's weird; Peter Laird basically said that if you can accept all the other crazy stuff in the TMNT multiverse, you should be able to accept superheroes being a thing, but somehow I always felt them to be the most out of place aspect of the universe? Probably just because when compared to most other aspects of the series, they come off as pretty goofy. (Never mind how often they get their butts kicked.)

The only other episode that I didn't really like from the first five seasons was The People's Choice from Season 4. It was something of a Donatello-focused episode and would have been a great opportunity to explore what was going through his head in the aftermath of both Same As It Never Was and Exodus but... yeah, no, we got a random, unrelated battle with two aliens that ultimately never gets brought up again lmao.

[bi-hop]

spider-byte headcanons

while this blends her singular intro comic, elements of the movie, and my own thoughts, this shouldn't really have any spoilers. still, if you haven't watched across the spiderverse, read with caution

anyway Earth-22191 in my personal content is basically The Matrix. Hear me out.

Essentially, if you crossed over into Earth-22191, every person you would encounter is either a person hooked up to what I am tentatively calling the World Computer or a simulation so perfectly constructed that it is impossible to tell the difference. Unlike the Matrix however, everyone knows this and it is distressing. You ever heard of philosophical zombies? It's a whole thing, but for these people, an uncertain number of people around them - even their own parents - used to seem like behavioral zombies to them:

Endless paranoia ensued about this and being a cog in a giant machine for centuries, so scientists worked hard to find a solution. They settled on virtual reality. More specifically, they settled on an extra layer of virtual reality. The aim was to continually give people access to various forms of virtual reality that were fantastical and abstract so paranoia would die down and socialization would flourish. Once this was successful, society was reconfigured to incorporate this technology as much as possible. It allowed this world of expendable tech parts to escape into worlds that soothed their minds.

Enter Margo Kess, a... let's say fifth generation teen post the advent of this VR tech. To us, her attachment to her headset would be seen as unhealthy. She uses it as much as the current legal limit allows, only stopping when absolutely necessary (sleeping, bathing, walking to class). But, in her world, her avoidance is normal. Why have that boring family discussion in your dining room when you can all meet up on a simulated beach and have it in paradise?

Earth-22191's reality is one where socialization and education mostly occur by necessity in cyberspace. Unfortunately, so does crime.

Flesh crimes, as they're called, are on a steep decline. This is mainly because they bore people. Stabbing someone in PERSON? Ew. Who does that? It's so gauche. Hacking into your worst enemy's locked server and carefully drowning them with mods you managed to find and downloaded? Now that's fun and compelling. It's a new age of catfishing, thievery, and murder. As the one and only Spider-Byte, Margo tries her best to address complex crimes of passion and fraud. She's a vigilante, so she doesn't exactly work with the Cybercrimes Division. Instead, it's more like a game where the best of you can adapt on the fly, split yourself in two, and code like no one else has ever seen.

Other random details:

The Databank is a structure located inexplicably both in the true reality, the not true reality, and the modified false reality. It displays ever changing text and code. Some worship it as a god and spend years trying to translate its ‘wisdom’. Pilgrimages occur

Miguel worked with Margo to be able to project her digital self across dimensional lines, not really out of the goodness of his heart, but because she would be a liability otherwise

the Databank is strange. No matter what filter you put over it in the modified reality it never changes. It’s tall. Sleek. Shiny. Almost slimy. All black and jutting out of any landscape without a clear reason

its lights pulse like a heart

Margo HAS friends, we see them in her comic debut. But she’s not very good at socializing in person. This spider rescue team delights her only because she gets to do that! Except… her body is in another dimension-

all non-humans you can think of (mutants, Inhumans, etc) are called Bugs. This isn’t that bad of a term. It’s just because they display code deviations that weren’t intended by God, in the eyes of Databank worshippers anyway. Margo's a Bug

her Green Goblin is Normie Osborn trying endlessly to impress his grandfather and failing, it's kinda sad. said grandfather is now preparing to be the first person to enter this VR space full time… hm

that's all for now