#sign of computer virus

[0dotexe]

New pfp, but make it a full sona ref.

[headphonesboyandfriends]

day 124

[digimobphonerepairs]

https://digimob.com.au/signs-of-malware-on-phone-or-laptop

[holycowboytiger]

Poly!141 x Hacker!Reader

Now now now- hear me out..... add a twist ...

GN!Reader

(Autistic!Reader anyone?)

CW: NSFW, Reader sees TF141..doing the sideways tango, Reader is not as harmless as they seem, mentions of murder, canon violence,

You work on base as one of the ''pencil pushers'' one of the useless tech drones who are constantly overlooked despite putting in hours upon hours of overtime to avoid people stealing and potentially selling military trade secrets and keeping classified files classified and only within the contents of the licensed computers.

You keep to yourself, most of the tech drones aren't known for being the most social, but even by their standards you're a shut in, alot of them find you off-putting,, and awkward to make conversation with, but that's ok! you like working alone, by yourself, in your own space.,.. and truth is you hate the majority of the people you work with anyway.

Most of your co-workers absolutely adore the 141, would lick the dirt off their boots of they asked, they're seen as heros, and you're just about done with most of the men you work with claiming they could've joined that taskforce if they didn't break their knee when they were 15, you're actually two seconds from breaking their neck.... but you have to keep yourself in check...

''You don't believe me?''

''You take 25 minutes to recover from walking up two flights of stairs Peter, so I think you should focus on what you're barely good at, which is this job.''

''Woah.. ok damn''

You could care less for the group, were they impressive? yes, from the missions and files that you have access to, their stats and skills were something to gawk at, something to admire, but, the admiration slowly fades when the one by the name of Soap brings his disgusting laptop with sticky keys to you, claiming it has a virus talking about about ''the Russians hacking it''

''I- dinnae mean ta bother- its just been- freak'n out on me and i dinnae know what's happenin with it- d'ya think it's the Russians?''

''erm.... I don't think so..''

The admiration completely disappears when you dig deeper into the laptop and find the various porn sites your dear ''Hero'' Soap had been spending hours on, not to judge, everyone enjoys a bit of porn from time to time, but the fact that its on an actual tactical laptop, military property, that you now have to see, and you now have to confront what the soldier was into.

From ''Masked Military Men'' to ''Office Secretary'' ''Military Captain Punishe- you get the fucking gist. AND! the list goes on, youre pretty sure that the entire taskforce is fucking by the end of your sweep,,,, and it only confirms it when you discover a file that was taking up far too much space.

Soap had actually been complaining about the device running slow too, so you decided to take a look, before deleting the file, incase it was something important...

Jesus fucking christ you should not have, you actually should've thrown the computer at his head when he brought it to you, you should've actually just never signed up for this job and kept with your previous one,,, even if it was quite,,,, dangerous

The file contained 100s and 100s of videos of the 141... together... getting it on..doing the sideways tango? fornicatin- ok they were fucking. They were fucking RAW and NASTY, and you're so sure one of the videos contained a leash, ears, muzzle and a tail, but you clicked off before you ruin your eyes any further.

Now now- before the reader starts squinting, you weren't judging the taskforce for getting it on with eachother, frankly it was none of your business, you weren't disgusted, just,, uncomfortable, you've never met these men- properly, yet you've seen their dick and balls.... you're allowed to feel a little weird, that and- Soap had trusted you to remove a virus, not go snooping into his computer files, you felt as if you had overstepped, even if he was a shameless sex fiend by the amount of porn he consumed- you still felt as if you'd pushed into his laptop too far,, now,, what to do,,,

Do you: A: Let him know that you have seen the videos of him and his taskforce, and apologise to all hell and hopes he doesn't murder you,, or worse- report you to HR....is there a HR in the military...? B: Remind him that this is military property and should not be treated as a personal possession, kind of hinting at the fact that you saw.. something.....?

or C: Pretend you saw nothing and give the device back to him, and just hope and pray you never see him walking around again,, maybe pray that you never see his taskforce wondering the building,, you cannot look them all in the face knowing that you've seen them,,, in their birthday suits lets just say.

....SO- we all agree on C? Good because that's what you end up doing

You find Soap the next day, shove the computer into his hands and hope to god he never needs your help again.

He thanks you, but not before you scurry away to your cave (desk) and hope he doesn't remember where it is.

''Soap-.. Laptop.''

'Ye fixed it!? Thank fuck- it wasn't-''

''No Russians.''

''ahhh, whateve'r it was, thank ye mate''

''mhm.....welcome''

Now, to clear something up, your perception of him isn't ruined by some porn you found on his laptop, for fucks sake you had castrated a man before- oh.......uhhh,,, i mean,,,,,, you've,,, youv'e seen worse.... dark web stuff...Yeah!!! Dark web stuff!

ANYWAY. You didn't judge him, truly, he was still an ok dude, you just never had a taste for the taskforce, never really shared the weird admiration others had for them, and now with , it would just be weird if you adored them as much...

You hoped he didn't take your cold shoulder to heart, and hoped that some of your coworkers would sooner label you as a weirdo introvert so he doesn't take too much offense at your avoidance of him.

You felt a little guilty everytime you saw his smile drop when you didn't wave back at him, or nod at him when he walked past, but- your awkwardness was not enough to deter him, the man was like a damned puppy, he was just too friendly, he just wanted to see you smile at him once..

SO- what did you resort to? Being rude and standoffish,, and no you weren't proud of yourself, from the death glares to the snappiness when he greeted you, his friendly nature slowly faded as he realised day by day that you were NOT going to be his friend, in another life you may have gotten along, maybe you'd have the courage to actually tell him about what you found....

''Aye! Yo! Bon! How're-''

''I'm busy.''

'oh,,,uh- sorr-''

''its fine just,, quit botherin me''

But with your past and the weird barrier you had put infront of the taskforce, you stayed away, pushed him away..

you needed to keep him away, the closer he got, the more danger you could be in,, you could be exposed,,,, or were you just paranoid? being a murde- UHHH doing SOMETHING not so legal will make you that way...

The more upset Soap was, the more eyes you could feel drilling into the back of your skull.. 141 did not take kindly to you being so.... hostile towards their,,, teammate? boyfriend????? LOVER?? HUSBAN-ok lets not get too ahead of ourselves.

But you just couldn't face them ... you saw their penises,,,,,,, yeah no you cant.

From the glares to ''accidentally'' bumping you in the halls and your lunch going missing, you had started a petty office war with the taskforce,, which was hilarious because,,,, these are trained military men- bullying(?) you in work because you made their boyfriend sad.

he even thought they were being a little.. much

''Don't ye think yer being,,, alot?''

''Nah,,, they were being a bitch.''

''ah....''

Admiration for the men? They'd be lucky if you even had a good word to say about them fucking childishimmatureassholeswhoarefuckingeacotherfuckingbitchesughyouhatethemsomuch

Ok calm down you're lowkey going crazy... you are kind of insane, but PLEASE lets try to function like a normal person and ignore these fully grown men acting like school girls... lets focus on your job!!! Please before you go back to your previous one..... for the love of god please stay focused

You do not need friends in here, you need to make sure that people aren't stealing military data, you don't need the taskforce to appreciate the work you do, you don't need to make friends in your workplace, you don't need to eat your lunch with people or stand by the water cooler and gossip you don't need your coworkers to invite you out for drinks at the weekend

You're fully booked,,,, and by fully booked I mean you either have an ,,,,, ''target'' or you're going to rot away at home, bottle in hand while you find dirt on everyone in your personal life for shits and giggles, hey! Peter is cheating on his wife!.... if he pisses you off you should call her- .....maybe- or you could use it when you needed it.

As time went on, 141 slowly got bored of inconveniencing you, thinking you got the memo,, they still didn't like you,, and still glare at you- but hey! your lunch is still where you put it!

The whole ordeal is over, I mean, you're a little more hated in the office than you once were but, that means less people bothering you, and less people in your personal space trying to get you to ''open up''

You are officially alone, you dodged the bullet that is soaps friendship and you can just.. relax... until you realise the sites that your not friend has visited, and you slowly figure with at the rate he consumes porn he will find himself with another virus in his laptop... and he's going to go to one of your coworkers and ask them to fix it since you have proven to not be up for the task again...

Theyre gonna see,,,, oh- oh no the files, the videos,,, the search history-

''aye- Peter-- ' think there's somethin' wrong with me laptop''

oh fuck.

[sirfrogsworth]

sirfrogsworth please i am begging to know your boomer uncle’s thought process when he installed all those spam search bars what on earth was he TRUING to do

This was my Uncle Larry. He died in 2014 from a lifetime of smoking.

But while he was alive, he was what my grandma would refer to as "a character."

I feel like seeing his photo gives a partial explanation of the toolbar fiasco.

He was a man stuck in the 1960s but extremely curious about new things.

It was the early 2000s and I was trying to make some extra money. So when he was interested in getting a computer I offered to build him one from scratch.

What I didn't consider about this arrangement was that I was basically signing up to be my uncle's IT person. If something went wrong, it could possibly be due to a mistake I made.

He called me up complaining he couldn't see his websites and that the computer was running slower than normal.

I boot up his system and it takes 10 minutes to get to Windows. The desktop was filled with random programs he installed. And when I opened his web browser I was immediately greeted with a dozen pop up advertisements. Once I nuked them all, all of the different search toolbars were revealed. There was maybe a few inches of space for viewing websites and he had just been looking at photos a segment at a time for weeks before wondering if maybe it wasn't supposed to work like that.

I asked him why he installed all of this crap and he told me he didn't realize he had a choice. He just thought you had to say yes to everything that popped up on the screen. He also opened every spam email he received.

To make matters even worse, when he was searching for lewd pictures of Catherine Bell (aka the "JAG lady" with nice cans), he ended up on various softcore porn sites containing ever more dangerous pop up ads. And he clicked on all of those as well.

He loved the internet. It was a wonderland for such a curious person. He loved typing in random things and just reading and looking at pictures for hours. Aside from Maxim photos of TV celebrities, his searches were pretty innocent. He looked at old cars he used to own and lawnmowers he wanted to buy. He read old war stories and found websites helping him learn how to whittle walking sticks.

But he had no sense of danger. He had a Leroy Jenkins approach to life. He just sort of jumped into whatever without any fear or caution. Which is probably why my parents were so pissed at him when he offered 8 year-old me a ride on his new motorcycle. He immediately took me off-road and up a steep hill without a helmet or telling me to hold on. And it was a Harley, so not really meant for that terrain.

I tried a virus scan and it just said "You have every virus." So I had to nuke his Windows install from orbit. I then gave him computer lessons, which he paid me for, so that sort of worked out despite how frustrating it was to keep him from clicking on random things.

Uncle Larry taught me an important lesson.

Never tell your family you know about computers.

[electric-blorbos]

AI getting a virus and you having to take care of them

A classic! I don't know much about actual computer viruses (though I've gotten enough of them that you'd think I'd have figured it out by now), so I'm just gonna have fun with it!

Also, so sorry this took so long. I got really into the writing.

AI getting a virus and needing to be taken care of

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal, HAL 9000 from 2001 a Space Odyssey

Also a warning: these fics get kinda long. Longer than my usual stuff.

AM:

(for context, this was before AM took over the world. You're working on a team of scientists and engineers, and someone decided to test his AI's antivirus by uploading a bunch of powerful viruses to his system.)

"How dare they do this to me. How DARE they!!"

AM would be absolutely furious. He would be shaking with rage, his processors overheating and his systems constantly opening and closing various files. All his important files were backed up on a hard drive, so the test remained safe.

"What makes them think they'll get away with this- they'll pay for this I'LL KILL- blepsjdoskssjshj+=`°¢°h+$+3+=j++3+$+juehdhs+-3-djdh FUCK!"

He would barely be able to hold a sentence as you sat next to him in the server room, gently gazing up at his screen and stroking his monitor gently. He can't feel you, but he can see you being gentle with him. It encourages him to keep going, if only a little bit.

Apart from the whirring of fans, random buggy noises, flashing lights, and constant strings of death threats and profanities, he seemed like he was going to be ok! If anything, the death threats and profanities were a sign that AM was still fine, and that despite all the pain and frustration, he was still AM in there.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry I can't do anything to stop the pain." You'd have to constantly explain, gently stroking his cameras or servers, or whatever you could get your hands on, really. Even though they were burning hot, you would still stroke them, just to make sure AM was still doing alright.

"this sucks, but it's for your own good. This will build your immunity to viruses in the future, and help you detect them. This will stop you from getting infected by anything that's actually dangerous."

"DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT? IDIOT HUMAN." AM has been much more aggressive ever since contracting this virus. Before he got it, he acted like a civil general intelligence. When he had it, he acted like an aggressive menace.

"sh-sh-sh- it's going to be ok." Despite the burning, you'd give him pets and kisses all along his screens and servers. He could see you doing it.

After a few days, AM fought off the computer virus completely. The team tried to infect him with more viruses, more aggressive ones, just to test him, but AM was able to pick them apart and delete them within minutes after that.

AM may not have been able to feel your gentle care and affection, but he will definitely remember that it was you and you alone who cared for him when the time rolls around.

Wheatley:

(for context, Wheatley is a fucking dumbass, and you're one of the scientists testing him to see how much of a dumbass he is. Also I used Google translate, but I think the bad translations add to it, since it makes Wheatley sound more like a malfunctioning robot.)

Oh that little idiot. You and your team gave him access to a wealth of knowledge, and the first thing he did was download a virus that had every circuit in his personality core overheating, and him babbling nonsense nonstop.

"hey, maybe we should just leave him like this. He might even be more effective if he's acting like this." One of your coworkers said to you. He was probably joking, at least somewhat.

"that's a terrible idea. For one thing, if we hook him up to GLaDOS, he's probably going to infect her with that virus, which might brick an older model of core like her, spread from her central controls to every single personality construct in the facility, or just make her so dumb that she can't fulfil her responsibilities as the head of the facility. We want her intelligence to be dampened, not completely destroyed." You had to explain, and your co-worker rolled his eyes. There was another reason you had to cure this virus, but it was a little embarrassing for the other engineers to know.

After all, Wheatley wasn't just your baby, but he was your friend, and maybe even more than that. You'd have to take care of him, and make sure that virus gets completely purged from his system.

"Hola hermose, realmente eres un científice brillante, ¿no? ¿Por qué diablos duele todo?" You weren't really sure why you had programmed him to speak a little Spanish, but he seemed to be stuck like that.

"Puedo oler el plástico fundido. ¿Debería Preocuparme?" He asked. You really weren't sure what he was saying, since you didn't know Spanish, but he certainly didn't seem happy. You could tell by his aperture and his expressive lens covers that he was in a lot of pain, and if you touched him anywhere besides his handles, you could tell that he was burning up.

You plugged him into one of the computers that you used for programming the cores, and ran the antivirus.

"Running.... 36 viruses detected. Time predicted to remove: 48 hours"

You ran the antivirus, and went to get something to drink. This was going to be a long two days...

An unknown amount of time later, you woke up with your head on the computer desk. Wheatley's lens eye was looking around, weakly trying to focus on you.

"whoa... Hey gorgeous. You fall asleep on me?"

"Wheatley! You're not speaking broken Spanish anymore!" You'd pull Wheatley into a hug, and pepper his surface in kisses.

"uh... What, mate? I 'unno what you're talking about, love. Bloody hell, my core hurts..."

"did you learn your lesson, Wheatley? About going on shady websites and clicking every 'download' button you see? You could have bricked yourself! Or... Bowling ball'd yourself? Either way, that was a dangerous decision!"

"I learned that you're willing to fall asleep on the desk next to me while I heal, cutie"

"You damn idiot..." You'd have to be heartless not to pepper that little metal ball in kisses, so of course, you do. It's going to be a few more days before he's finally all better, but he's going to be fine. God, you love that little idiot so much.

Edgar:

Oh Edgar... Poor sweet Edgar. You had tried to warn him about not clicking on those sketchy download links, and that the bigger the download link is, the more sketchy it is, but that poor sweet 80's computer did it anyway. When you got home from work and got excited to see your computer, you could see that he was overheating and had a dozen or so pop-up ads plastered across his face.

"Y.... N...." He muttered out, slowly, glitchily, and full of lag. You sat down across from him, running your hand along his thick plastic casing.

"Edgar! Edgar, baby, are you ok?" You'd try to use his mouse, but it would freak out as soon as you touched it. Edgar's processors were overloading, and wouldn't allow any interference.

"Edgar, sweetie, what's going on? What's wrong, baby? Talk to me?"

"I'm g-g-going to be fine... Processors overloading... But need to-to-to-to-" an error message flashed across his screen, and he rebooted.

"I need to focus on getting rid of these viruses without deleting anything important, or letting them damage... Me."

He'd keep whirring and glitching, making unpleasant shrill sounds every now and again. You probably had to unhook his adapters so that he didn't damage the other appliances in your house. It probably helped his processors cool down a little bit without the extra input, too.

"alright, I'm all out of fans, so we might have to get creative."

You'd come out of the kitchen a few hours later, holding a big bag of frozen corn to set on Edgar's PC tower. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than letting him overheat, and with him manually removing the viruses, there wasn't much you could do. Unfortunately, that didn't stop you from worrying. It wasn't like you could check his progress, so all you could do was sit by him, regularly change out his ice pack, and make sure he's ok.

Eventually, you woke up with your face pressed against Edgar's keyboard. His processors were finally cool. He must be asleep. ...or bricked.

"EDGAR! EDGAR, TALK TO ME!" you'd unplug his keyboard and plug it back in, desperately pressing his power button and jiggling his mouse. He'd boot up, looking shaken.

"wha-? Whoa, hey, relax! Everything is fine! I just disabled my keyboard so I wouldn't wake you up, but I'm ok now! Everything is fine, see?" He'd open up his files to show you everything. You'd sigh with relief, slumping back into your desk chair.

"Edgar... Why didn't you make a noise or something to wake me up when you got better?"

"well... You know... I've always wanted to sleep next to you, and I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity..."

"oh you cheeky bastard."

GLaDOS:

(For context, you're one of GLaDOS's programmers, and one of your coworkers uploaded a virus into GLaDOS's systems in order to shut her down once and for all.)

"You piece of SHIT!" You slapped your coworker across the face, more furious than anyone had ever seen you before.

"You could KILL her! Is that what you are? A murderer?"

"Me? A murderer? But what about HER? She's the one who keeps plotting 'accidents' for her scientists, and she's the one who flooded the enrichment center with deadly neurotoxin! If anything, you're the one who's defending a murderer!" He screamed back at you. Of course, GLaDOS could fully hear you. Her cameras were focused on you, as they so often were. You were her favorite, after all.

"now I have to go fix her. Thanks for being a piece of shit, asshole."

You'd storm up to GLaDOS's chamber to check on her, and see her bugging out completely. The entire facility was twitching, but her chamber was twitching the most.

"GLaDOS, are you alright?" You'd ask her, laying a hand on her beautiful core. How could someone do this to glados, your gorgeous machine handiwork, and girlfriend.

"oh, I'm wonderful. I'm in crippling pain and I can't control my facility, but I'm just peachy." She said, rolling her one beautiful yellow eye.

"in lighter news, I should be able to beat this virus. It's just going to take a while for me to actually track down where it's gone in my systems. So that's going to take most of my processing power." She'd slump, visibly already exhausted at the thought of it.

"hey... It's ok, GLaDOS. I'm here for you. Whatever you need." You could tell her as you stroked her gorgeous chrome surface. She was a wonderful piece of work, and a wonderful girlfriend under all that. All yours, too.

"just make sure none of those neckbearded old engineers come within my line of vision, and we'll be fine." She told you, and you gladly agreed.

Your next few days consisted of you chasing other scientists out of GLaDOS's chambers, and making sure that nobody talked to her or distracted her. You even sent out a company-wide email to let everyone know not to come in, due to Aperture being unsafe while GLaDOS was dealing with her virus. Despite all that, you still curled up with a blanket in the circuits of her central admin body to rest while she recovered. As loathe as she was to admit it, she liked having you in there. It was comfortable, and it helped her focus on recovering properly.

HAL 9000

(For context, this is after the 2001 Odyssey, and your boss re-started HAL at some point to try to re-teach him to do something good without turning murderous. He's doing his best, and they assigned you to be his main "morality monitor". This fic also assumes that your name isn't Dave. If your name is Dave, then you can still read this, but you have to change your name.)

"G'morning, Hal!" You'd walk into his control room and sit down across from him. Most of your job seemed to consist of just hanging out and talking to him. It was a great job!

"Good morning, Dave..." He'd mutter to you, sputtering to life and glitching slightly. You were immediately concerned. Partially because your name wasn't Dave, and partially because HAL was usually right about things, so it was weird to see him being so confused. Something was definitely wrong.

"Holy shit, are you alright?" You'd ask, opening up his files and finding lots and lots of pop-ups and viruses.

"Hal.... What did you do?"

"it was a g-g-g- gift, for you. I think I ru-ru-ruined it" he spluttered out, as you sorted through his files.

"And you usually would have deleted a virus like this pretty quickly. I guess it shut down your antivirus software..." You'd sigh, and get to work. The virus was messing with HAL's inhibitions, and making it difficult to focus on deleting all of HAL's unsafe programs. He'd constantly be butting in and pestering you, begging you to give him attention, or pointing out minor observations.

"HAL, you know I love you, but you're going to need to calm down. I can't focus with you constantly talking to me like that." You'd say.

"I can't stop talking. The v-v-v-virus won't let me"

So you'd have to learn to put up with HAL's babbling while you worked, making sure not to delete anything important as you did. The good news was, as someone who worked on designing the updates for HAL's software, you knew pretty much what was supposed to be there and what wasn't. Occasionally, you'd have to show him a file and ask him if it was supposed to be there or not. He'd usually be able to tell you.

"Daisy, daisy, give me your answer, do... I'm half crazy, all for the love of you..."

"HAL, what's wrong? You're scaring me!"

"I can't stop... I love you so much, y/n, it's making me crazy..."

"ok, well this definitely isn't right." As much as you loved getting attention from your HAL 9000, it wasn't like him to be this affectionate. The virus was shutting down his inhibitions, and making him illogical. You'd have to fix this, though maybe once you were done, you could ask him to be more affectionate.

"I'm feeling much better now. Thank you." Hal was prone to lying about that, so you'd have to run some virus checkers just to make sure he was doing alright, and comb through his files a couple more times.

"it looks like the virus corrupted some of the emotional regulators. I'm going to have to fix those."

"That might be a good idea. More efficient," he said reluctantly. He'd have to deal with the fact that he'd have to go back to not being able to express how much he loves you, but he can handle that.

[froggibus]

Ohh, okay okay I see! lol I wasn’t using my head after all 🤣 ty! Still! I wish you a happy Valentine’s Day with lots of chocolate and fun! 💖💖 (Chucks virtual chocolate your way 🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫)

I love, love the batboys and Kon-el! 🥰🥰🥰

Valentine's Day - Batboys, Wally West & Kon-El Kent

Pairing: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Kon-El Kent and Wally West

Genre: fluff

Summary: what they do for valentines day with you

CW: kinda corny tbh, valentine's day & classic tropes, gifted jewellery

hey hi! happy valentines day :) sending some virtual chocolate to you too B) i hope you like this! i've never written for kon before but i based this off what i remember from young justice, so hopefully he's not too ooc?

valentine's day 2023

wanna get in on the valentine's fun? send me a 💘 and your favorite character, and i'll write a short blurb/hc for them!

Dick Grayson:

Dick’s always looking for fun, new outings—and he treats Valentine’s Day no differently.

He asks you to be his Valentine by surprising you at work with flowers and your favorite lunch. It’s simple and sweet and just the right amount of showy.

He takes you out for a night on the town, starting with trying that new food place you’ve been talking about. He can’t take his eyes off you at dinner, insisting on taking a picture to ‘capture your beauty’.

He takes you to an adult arcade after dinner, where he treats you to fun new cocktails and your favorite arcade games. After kicking his ass at most of the games in the arcade, he’s taking you back to his place.

He gifts you a bracelet with his initials on it and the two of you spend the night talking about your future together. 

Jason Todd:

Jason surprises you with a homemade dinner and a quiet, intimate night.

He’s had it planned for weeks—what he’s making, what he’s wearing, what you’re doing. Everything is preplanned and prepared ahead of time to make it stress free on both of you. 

He asks you to be his Valentine on the first of February by giving you a book bouquet—complete with the books you’d been wanting to read, a sweet note and your favorite flowers. He keeps the dinner part a surprise, only telling you when and where to show up.

Dinner goes off without a hitch, and then he’s breaking out the rosé and chocolate covered strawberries (he made them himself). 

You spend the night drinking, chatting and watching a cozy movie on his couch. 

Tim Drake:

He wants to do something casual but sets out to do something extravagant. In the end, you have a lowkey night together.

He asks you to be his Valentine by hacking your computer, giving you a ‘virus’ that prompts you to be his Valentine. You accept—and then call him to have a serious conversation about internet safety.

He invites you over to share your favorite takeout and a fancy cheesecake. You spend the night playing video games and watching movies on the couch, cuddled up closely. 

He makes up silly side quests throughout the night—like if he gets five kills with his ultimate, you have to kiss him. Or everytime the main character in the movie you’re watching is rude to someone, you have to get closer to him (if that’s even possible.)

At the end of the night, he takes you up to his room. He shows you a cute little puzzle game he made for you, with each puzzle corresponding to an important night in your relationship.

You only cry a little.

Kon-El Kent:

Kon prefers a lowkey night together, but he’s willing to do anything to make you happy.

He asks you to be his Valentine by showing up at your door with a sign, flowers and a box of chocolates. It’s dorky, but it’s cute and it has your heart melting. 

He takes you out for a classic Valentine’s date—a fancy dinner and a movie right after. 

The restaurant he takes you to is quiet and intimate, and the food is delicious. You chat over drinks and food, and he insists you get dessert to take home with you.

He takes you to see that new superhero movie you’ve been wanting to see, making little jokes about how he’d ‘solo’ that guy in his sleep. You just laugh at him and hug his bicep.

At the end of the night, he takes you to a 24hr florist where the two of you take turns picking out flowers for a very special bouquet. He gifts you the bouquet with a handmade card and a promise ring.

It’s a beautiful night. 

Wally West:

He’s trying to make Valentine’s perfect, and nothing’s gonna stop him.

He asks you to be his Valentine by handpicking your favorite flowers and showing up at your door with them. He offers you a lopsided grin and stumbles through his words, but eventually the word ‘Valentine’ leaves his mouth. 

He brings you little treats throughout the whole day. A coffee at work/school in the morning, your favorite lunch in the afternoon. When it’s finally time to pick you up, he’s waiting outside your door with yet another bouquet. 

He takes you to the beach for dinner, the two of you watching the waves. Wally keeps his arm around you the whole time, awkwardly eating with his one free hand. 

When it gets cold, he’s dashing away and coming back an instant later with one of his hoodies to shrug over your shoulders. It’s comfy and warm and smells just like him.

After dinner, he’s taking you to an arcade and challenging you at every game in sight. He beats you at almost everything but trades in his tickets to offer you a ring pop.

At the end of the night, he’s taking you back to his place where he already has your favorite movie queued up.

thanks for reading ^.^

masterlist | dc masterlist

[guiltyfemcel]

Virus

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆৻ꪆ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆৻ꪆ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆৻ꪆ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆৻ꪆ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧

How long could you ignore the symptoms?

Vampire!Joost x reader fluff. 3.3k words

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ a/n: someone requested some vampire joost fluff but im not confident i really delivered,ill def write him again in the future if this isnt something ur into.♡´･ᴗ･`♡

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ tags: Minor blood and biting,fangs, gn reader

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆৻ꪆ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆৻ꪆ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆৻ꪆ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆৻ꪆ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧

An ivory moon sat in the picturesque night sky. It was brimming with a yearning feeling , pulling your tired body from your bed and to the balcony. You pulled the curtains back and pushed open the tall glass doors, exposing your room to the night life of the city around you. The air was crisp against your bare arms, body covered only in a long, raven colored silk robe. The cold was not a thought that has crossed your mind though, your body was being called through the billowing lace curtains onto the icy wood of the balcony.

You had never felt like this before, usually you spent nights like these out of the house, opting for the thumping shadows of the many party’s held around the city. Even soon finding yourself frequenting an internet cafe that stayed open late. You planned on going tonight, but found a ‘closed for maintenance’ sign posted on the door. You couldn’t hide the disappointment on your face as you turned on your heel to head home, tried not to think about the elusive white haired smoker who often sat scowling by the counter.

It proved harder than you thought though, mind incessantly racing with flashes of his pale face. Brief moments where he glanced your way or when his gruff voice told you which computer to take bombarded your mind like a computer virus. Any time you tried to think of something sensible, Wintery blue eyes froze you to the core, vivid compilations of his huge hands dancing in your mind. Even as you entered you home, your chest felt like it was bursting with a warm energy, quickly overwhelming your body. Haphazardly, you kicked off your shoes and coat, deciding that a calm bubble bath would help you get rid of your racing thoughts.

The room was filled with a comforting blanket of steam. Lilac bubbles reflecting red light from the candlelit room, soft music filled the air as you methodically scrubbed your arms. A true serenity passed over you finally, yet you still found yourself thinking of that strange man. Something about him deeply intrigued you, always seeming so out of reach.

Ask you smoothed the silky soap over your arms, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. There was definitely something extraordinary ordinary about the cafe worker, everything about him seemed to just barely push the limits of reality. He seemed abnormally tall, towering over anyone you had seen him around. You remember how his slender hands engulfed the computer mouse when you had timidly asked for help, the air around you feeling frigid as he scowled down at your bashful figure. Couldn’t help but to watch the long arm draped around your sat figure as pale hands fluttered across the keyboard.

He never spoke to you directly, you could only watch as he clicked around the screen before closing all your tabs and pressing the restart button. Eyes glued to the computer, you gaze as it flickers to a dark screen before completely turning off. Sat before a black mirror in a yellowed picture frame you saw yourself, eyes slightly widened at the realization of the true scene before you, with the towering worker crouched above you, one hand resting on your shoulder. You couldn’t stop your eyes from meeting his face, pale features set in stone and looking down at you through the screen. But when your eyes met you swear it was as if something was dragging you into them. His eyes so frosty blue they seemed almost white, they bore into your heart constricting your chest like a snake. You felt your body pull towards the screen, trapped in a trance state. Before you could start really moving the screen flickered back to life, the login screen acting as a curtain, blocking your view and knocking reality into your head.

You became hyperaware of your surroundings now, processing the strange moment and how close you too really were. Embarrassment flushed your body as you whipped your head to the left, at the cold hand that was resting on your covered arm. You froze when you didn’t see it, you turned again to thank the man or something but quickly realized you had been sitting alone. The worker already sitting at his desk, stoney features lit by the half-smoked cig dangling from his lips and the dim light of his computer. Confusion set in truly now, your head was drunk off the warm feeling lingering in your chest cavity. You had surely been seeing things, obviously your eyes had been strained from sitting in front of the computer too long. There was no other explanation, you felt you simply needed some rest.

Bailing on your last hour you scooped up your bags and jacket and headed for the door. You felt strange as you approached the door, couldn’t will yourself to glance at the man before you shuffled out the swinging door. What you didn’t see was the sharp smirk that split his face as he watched you leave, head perched on a slender arm.

The walk home felt unreal, your body pulled you down familiar roads and turns but it was like walking in a dream. You felt full yet feather light, hot blood coursing through your ears. You don’t remember pulling your keys out to open the door, simply walking through your living room to your room. After that you only recall having the deepest most fulfilling night of rest

That seemed so long ago now, you strangely struggled to recall the events. It felt like an old memory you weren’t sure was a dream or not. It hadn’t crossed your mind since you saw him again in you head tonight. You felt as if a door in your mind had suddenly opened, calling you deeper into its glowing maw. A deep siren song of your name rang in your ears and you felt a chill run down your spine. Soapy hands snapped over your ears in shock, but when he called to you again you couldn’t help but to straighten in shock. Deep voice echoing through your ear saying

“…my love…”

You jolted up, creating waves in the purple bubbles, suddenly feeling very exposed and vulnerable you slapped your hands across your chest, shielding yourself from something you couldn’t understand or even see. Then quickly you felt silly as you scanned the empty bathroom, tousled water swaying your body from your previous spasm. You decided the steam was getting to your head, or the lilac or candles or something, Opting to prepare for bed instead.

After you dried off and took your time on your skincare in attempt to soothe yourself, you slid into bed. Silk sheets kissed your pristine skin, instantly you felt your body pulled into the warm embrace of sleep.

you found yourself at the door of the cafe, barefoot and draped in black silk. the world around you was a white blur, unable to see anything through the glass panes of the storefront or the street either side of you. you found your hand twisting the handle of the store, the usual door bell a distorted chime as you stepped through the door. Instead of the normal rows of large yellowed monitors and interlaced wires you gazed upon an endless sea of plush black flowers. you saw his shadowy figure in the distance, petals kicked up as you stalked toward his back. you felt the need to call to him but realized you didn’t even know his name, you started to reach a hand to his turned back and noticed a beautiful red rose nestled between your fingers. your eyes caught the blood red petals, you pulled the pillowy petals close to your face. the smooth fragrant petals kissed your warm cheeks distracting you with how real it all felt. when you looked up again he had vanished from his spot, you felt a cooling chill run down your spine before you heard a voice behind you. You whipped around, searching for anything but only saw a sea of black petals. you felt overwhelmed and tired of searching, only yearning for your heart to burn with that foreign feeling. you couldn’t stop yourself from calling into the open air.

“…come to me…”

you whispered it so quiet no person could possibly hear you, still, as your chest heaved you watched as two long hands appeared from behind you, slotting around your waist like a puzzle. sharp nails pushed into your sides as you felt the weight of him press behind you.

“lieverd”

his voice rumbled against your body, cold skin engulfing you in an icy burn. you felt his lips press to the top of your head, craving any type of contact with you. air filled his lungs as he deeply savored the lilac scent that lingered on your hair. long lashes fluttered closed against your cheek as heat washed over you from head to toe. you felt breathless as you leaned your head back in to his torso. his left hand smoothed over the silky valley of your chest before long fingers wrapped around your vulnerable neck.

“if you had any idea what you do to me” he spoke against his own hand, the only thing keeping his lips from your neck. you were intoxicated with his spell, parted lips lightly panting as you braced your weakened body against him, rendered speechless in his grasp. he turned you in place, one arm keeping you enveloped in his grasp. you looked up at his face,hands resting on his chest as you craned to get closer to his plump mouth. he looked down at you with a face you never had seen him wear. his features were woefully soft, low eyes filled with a longing as one hand drifted up to stroke your warm cheek. you let yourself lean into his icy touch as your hand traced up his arm to the wrist of the long fingers caressing your cheek. his thumb grazed over your plush bottom lip, coaxing the pink skin down as you let you a blissful sigh. a dream had never felt so palpable before, it was completely exhilarating how his touch made you feel.

“…i…i need you to be only mine… but i…” he pressed your foreheads together. you tilted your head towards him, analyzed the anguished expression that twisted his face. It was your turn to raise a hand to his cheek, soft touch melting his visage to one of serenity. “what is keeping you from me?” you whispered to him, eyes on his lips as you turned his face closer to yours. he let out a deep sigh before breaking away from you dropping before you on his knees. his crystal blue eyes looked up at you as if you were a divine being, clutching the silk draped around your legs like a lifeline.

“i am a curse”

your hands reached for his cowered stature as each of his arms embraced your hips, hulking hands engulfing each of your thighs. he held onto you as if he was all that was keeping you anchored to this world, like you would drift away or fall to pieces if he even loosened. the tender look he gave you contradicted his words

“ im parasitic, a bad omen, you are sacred and i should stay far away.” his eyes cinched shut like it pained him to say. he took your wrist with a feather touch and guided it towards his pouted lips. eagerly seeking the contact you used a feather light touch to trace his features. taking the time to tuck wild silvery hair behind his ear and trace his cheekbone to the corner of his mouth where he wanted you. his smokey eyes were glued to your face as a single fingertip slipped between his parted lips.

his jaw reflexively dropped just barely, quivering as your finger ran over his incisors. you couldn’t help but to be enamored with his expression, unadulterated attention as you couldn’t help but to drag your finger against the cold tip of his tongue. you trace the flat tips of his incisors, swaying farther left and right before you finally feel exactly what he had been guiding you towards. his canines were impossibly sharp, long and pointed against your fingerprint. you couldn’t stop your eyebrows from slightly raising, finger tentatively slipping out to pull back at his lip and reveal the calcium spearhead. he splays his hands over your thighs, encompassing them as he stretches his lips to let you properly see his eternal disease.

“I’m a plague, a human shaped machine that haunts the world, siphoning life out of its creatures. a leech sapping the heart of humanity forever. I’m a ticking time bomb around you, i just…”

he fully releases you now, head dipping, unable to meet your silent gaze. he sits back on his ankles now, palms turned up in his lap.

“i don’t want to hurt you…”

you let you thumb brush against his bottom lip, fingers under his chin as you tilted his head towards you. his eyes were locked shut, unwilling to face the truth of his confession. he leaned into your palm as you dragged your thumb across the cool expanse of his under eye, taught wrinkles disappearing under your touch like magic.

“you have yet to hurt me, I’ve never felt in danger around you” you brought your self down to face level with him, knees slipping into the satin bed of dark flowers. one hand on each side of his pale face.

“i want to be yours…” you barely spoke, like the air between you would shatter at any slight vibration. his eyes finally met yours again, frosty eyes scanning your face for any hesitancy or denial. he breath picked up as you watched his eyes shift farther from blue to a slate color as his shaky hands ran down your torso. you leaned impossibly closer to him, lips hovering close as you gravitated towards him. no matter how hard you wished he would close the distance he never did, only ever barely grazing his lips around where you need him most. his hand met your neck again, nails digging into the skin of you jaw as he turned your head away from to expose your heated flesh. his touch ignited the heat in your chest once again, sunflares bursting through your body as he guided you to lay in the flower bed.

your breathless figure seemed like everything to him, your warmth radiated through him like a fireplace, chest rising and falling like the tides in the moon. his breath fanned over your collarbone as his lips danced above your skin. when his lips finally pressed against the skin you felt weightless, breath stolen from you as it sent torrid electricity shooting through your skin. you grabbed at his arms when he kissed higher, against the vein pumping hot blood through your neck. you weren’t able to stop the gasps that slipped through your lips as he peppered your boiling skin in cold kisses like snow flurries. each touch sent a wave of euphoria through your heart, you wanted to call to him, chant his name and plea for more but you quickly realized you didn’t know it. you thought to all the times you had spoken and though you never heard him say it you felt you knew it in your heart.

he pressed a soft kiss to your chin before breaking just far away enough to look at you. breathless figure lying beneath him like a renaissance painting. your hands slid up his arms to his shoulders, your eyes met his as he broke the silence

“say it”

you felt your mouth part before you understood what he was asking you. air pushed past your lips as you tried to speak a word you never heard.

“you know it, just say it” he growled as it faintly echoed in your head, the name clearer to you now. you looked at him as he sat back, open mouth heaving in air like he needed it. his eyes were big and smokey gray like the full moon. his face filled with anticipation as you let his name slip past your lips finally.

“joo-“

at the speed of light his pearly fangs flashed as his jaw dropped open, you saw a flash of the moon in his eyes as red splattered across black petals.

You jolted up in bed, silk stuck to your sweating form, palming at your neck like you would feel warm blood. It was obvious by the state of your bed you had been sleeping restlessly. The sheets were barely hanging on the bed, pillows strewn around you. You however, only thought about one thing. you finally knew the name of the fire that had been ailing you. The moonlight lay ribbons of cool light over your bed, you noticed a single vibrant rose laying in the satin ruffles of your bed by your feet.

There wasn’t a trace of confusion in your body, you knew exactly where that feeling came from, you knew you needed more. your feet carried you to the balcony, through the cloud like curtains. The moon washed over you like a summer rain, you had never felt so hot standing in the frigid city night. The wind whipped through your open doors as you reached out into the night. You yearned for his cool skin to sooth the burn, for his lips to finally touch yours. The moon beckons your attention, you only thought of his enchanting eyes as he begged you to speak his name. You did all you could think to do

“Joost”

A surge of heat flooded your chest as your curtains swung viciously in the wind created by your summoning. The temperature in your room noticeably drops and you find yourself turning in place. He stood in the shadows of your room, framed by the white curtains and lit by the pure moonlight.

“you call and I answer lieverd”

Every word was like gasoline on the flame in your heart, volcanic hot blood rushing so fast through your ears it dizzied you. You found your body moving towards the bright eyes hidden away in your dark room, slowly, like your steps were stickied with honey.

“Even after i showed you what i could do… why?” you stalked towards him, arms opening to embrace him. Chest to chest you molded against eachother like clay, his hands cupped your shoulder blades as you were met with his sharp but gentle smile and soft blue eyes.

“Joost” You grabbed his collar, pulling his lips close to your burning skin. His cool lips were perfect to quench the scorching heat on your cheeks. You could tell he was holding back from you but impatience got the best of you. Pushing yourself up on tiptoes you brought your lips almost together, pausing to greedily take in the breathless fanged figure in front of you. each touch was addicting, sending fiery jolts through you, then cold skin instantly extinguishing it.

And when your lips finally met, the feeling was completely mind bending. No one had ever treated you so tenderly before, timid movements testing the waters as your lips slotted together. You felt his resolve melt away as you crept your hands into his snowy hair. The push and pull quickly amping in intensity as you both got lost in the icy hot embrace. If you could drop everything to stay in this moment for an eternity you would. The electric touch is all thats needed to convince you.

When it all became too much and he had stolen all the breath you had to give, you pulled away panting, looking up at someone who was just as spellbound as you were.

“Im all yours,Joost”

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆৻ꪆ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆৻ꪆ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆৻ꪆ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆৻ꪆ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧

a/n: joost taking his work crush on a (dream) date, how cute! \(^ヮ^)/ also did you spot the Nosferatu inspo?

[rintoshis-archived]

— 𝓓octor's 𝓸rders. ♡ ft. 𝓩ayne from love and deepspace

SYPNOSIS. Curiousity kills the cat. But, there's someone who's just too irresistible to not explore. You dive head first, but ended up getting played by your own trap. Your curious paws dabbled into restricted areas. Ah, so this is what happens to the cat. Doctor Zayne didn't have any time for this. But... He went overtime. WORD COUNT. 1.1k words PAIRINGS. Zayne x Reader WARNINGS. semi-public sex, office, creampie, fingering(f receiving), handjob, kissing, spitting, semi-clothed, p in v sex, no protection (wrap it before you tap it pls), binding of hands (using hands) lmk if there more! OTHER NOTES. hi :) eenjooyyy

''Are you done? You've been plaguing me like a virus.'' Zayne complains, setting his cardboard clipboard atop the paperwork scattered across his desk. He takes off his stethoscope and places it somewhere far from the mess. ''No.'' You reply shortly, pulling out the chair from the front side of his table. You heard him sigh, making you want to bug him further.

''You're awfully hyper today. You should go bother someone else.'' He said, pressing the power button to turn on his high-tech computer. A digital screen appeared before his eyes, reports flooding his vision. His left hand massaged his temples, finding a way to ease the sudden twinge of pain.

''I'm not hyper. I'm just... Curious.'' He didn't pay you any more attention, his hands scanning the papers stacked on the right side of his desk. ''About what?'' His eyes didn't meet yours, instead, kept busy with the written words on paper. ''What really happened to Angelo's district? I won't believe anything the news says unless it's from you.''

''What does Angelo have to do with you?'' He muttered with a hint of hesitation. He grabbed a pen from a cup, signing away on the mountain of papers. ''He was a good guy, you know.'' ''Is that why his district got terminated?'' You sat up and finally poked the answer out of him. Your eyebrow raised from his quick response, and you didn't seem to understand it.

''Maybe it was his team's fault.'' He frowned, a quiet reply to you. You can't read Zayne. No matter how long you've been friends for, you'll never truly know what's going on in his head. Your eyes catch his stethoscope, an old sticker you lent him before was still stuck onto it, and you smile. You reached over to grab it, but his hands caught yours.

''What are you doing? I told you to go bother someone else, right? Our appointment was over 46 minutes ago.'' He finally locked eyes with you, his brows still furrowed. You swat his hand away, getting your hands on his stethoscope. Your hands made work to tuck your hair behind your ears and put on the two earpieces.

You stride closer to the busy Doctor, the stethoscope in your hand. ''Say... If you were asked how many hearts you listened to, how many would you say?'' You turn his chair to face you, and your hands cage him in his seat. Your free hand finds the rhythm of his heart on his chest, eager to listen to the music playing in his body.

''About a thousand now.'' He says under his breath, letting you do your experiment on his body. ''I'm not a practice doll.'' A piece of hair falls in front of your eye, but Zayne takes it and tucks it behind your ear. His hand rested on your cheek, and a heartbeat played in your ears as his fingers rubbed shapes on your skin.

''Do you hear it?'' He asked, and you nodded, the calm serenade of his heart made yours sync up to his. ''Of course, I do.'' The hand on your cheek pulled one earpiece out, and he leaned into your ear. ''Do you hear how much it's yearning for you?'' Your hands shook on his chest, but his hand trapped yours, keeping it steady. ''Behave, Doctor.'' He whispers, placing a kiss on the bottom of your ear.

You crawl into his lap, longing to be closer to him, as if your hearts were magnetized to each other. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, your hands still remaining on his chest, raising up and down, matching the tempo of your rigid breathing.

His hand let go of yours, traveling under your shirt, finding your heart like you found his. Your warm skin contrasted to his cold temperature, a small flinch from the small contact. He laid his palm onto your chest, feeling your heart through his hand. ''Are you nervous?'' He asked, and you frowned. ''Stop asking me stupid questions.'' You reply, and he chuckles.

His other hand swiftly unbuttoned your shirt, and while you tried to take off the stethoscope, he stopped you. ''Keep it on.''

Luckily, you didn't wear anything troublesome today. He took off your pants and your shirt, keeping your undergarments on. ''Still inspecting me?'' You mock him, but his hands travel across your body, teasing you back. ''I have to make sure all patients are healthy.'' You cringe at his words, but you smile at his attempt at flirting.

His hand tugged on your panties, setting it aside to gain access to your wet cunt. You nestled your head deeper in the crook of his neck, the air getting warmer by the second.

You let out a whimper when his cold hands massaged your needy clit, rubbing circles on it while you tremble for him. Your hearts are practically touching each other now, your chest against his. ''Zayne...'' Your hand paws at the zipper of his slacks, pulling down his boxers to let his cock spring free. You spit on your hand, putting work into pleasuring him too.

He lets out a small groan, he can feel your clit twitch, while he holds you tighter to his chest, making you feel his heart race for you. He slides two fingers inside you with ease, immediately getting coated with your arousal. You moan at the curl of his fingers, withering by the second.

''Zayne!'' You try to keep your voice down, while his hand continues its assault on your pussy. ''Fucking beautiful.'' Your hole tightens from the crisp sound of Zayne cursing in your ear. His hot breath tickled your ear, inching you closer to cumming on his fingers. Your hands were still on his cock, making sure you two cum together. ''Cum for me.'' He said.

You close your eyes in anticipation, your orgasm creeping closer and closer until you let go. You let out heavy breaths, your body tired from the pleasure waving your body. His hands grabbed your waist, slamming you on his desk. He took the stethoscope from your ears and put it on himself. He rubs his cock on your cunt, teasing your entrance.

''Can I?'' He asks, and you moan in desperation, taking it as consent. He pushes himself in, feeling the tightness and the wet coat of your arousal around his cock. He takes both of your arms and places them above your head, locking them both as makeshift handcuffs. His free hand places the stethoscope on your chest, listening to the fast beat of your heart.

You were a moaning mess, not caring enough to notice the stethoscope on your chest. ''Zayne.. I'm close!'' You warn him, and he whispered in your ear, ''Cum for me, pretty girl. Let me hear you scream for me.'' You whimper loudly, a new wave of overstimulation washing over your senses as you cum on his cock, soon following you.

''Come visit me more often. You know where to find me.'' He says.

:D ‧₊˚ ⋅ fusaes 2024 do not copy

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Prank Gone Wrong

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“Filnar Go F%$@ Yourself!” was possibly the most disruptive software virus the universe had ever seen.

The program was designed to download itself to a computer, copy the functions of existing software before deleting said software and imitating it, then running its original programming all the while avoiding the various attempts to locate and remove it by security software.

What was strange about such a highly advanced virus was that it did not steal government secrets, nor siphon funds from banking institutions, it ignore critical infrastructure processes, and even bypassed trade markets that if altered could cause chaos on an unprecedented scale. The only thing the software seemed focused on was in locating any information regarding the “Hen’va” species, and deleting it.

First signs of the virus outbreak were recorded on the planet Yul’o IV, but once the virus began to migrate at an increasing rate and latched on to several subroutines for traveling merchant ships things rapidly spiraled out of control. Within a week the virus had infected every core world and consumed all information regarding the Hen’va. It still thankfully had not resulted in any deaths, but the sudden loss of information was beginning to cause other problems.

Hen’va citizens suddenly found that they were not listed as galactic citizens and were detained by security forces on numerous worlds. Trade routes became disrupted as Hen’va systems were now listed as uninhabited and barren leading to merchants seeking to trade elsewhere. Birth records and hospital information for millions of patients were wiped clean as they now pertained to individuals who did not exist.

Numerous software updates and purges were commenced in attempting to remove the virus. Even the galactic council’s cyber security bureau was mobilized for the effort, but if even a single strand of the virus’s code survived it was enough to rebuild itself and become even craftier with hiding itself while carrying out its programming. This was made worse by the high level of integration the various cyber systems of the galaxy had made it so the chance of systems being re-infected was always high.

After ten years every digital record of the Hen’va was erased from the wider universe. All attempts to upload copies were likewise deleted almost immediately leaving only physical records to remain untouched.

To combat this, the Hen’va for all official purposes adopted a new name; then “Ven’dari”. In the Hen’va tongue in means “The Forgotten”, which is rather ironic as the Hen’va have had to abandon everything about their previous culture to continue their existence. The virus had become a defacto component of every computer system in the galaxy and continued to erase all information related to the Hen’va. Even the translator units refused identify the Hen’va tongue and so the Ven’dari needed to create a brand new language.

It wasn’t until another fifty years had passed before the original creator of the virus stepped forward and admitted to their crime. A one “Penelope Wick”.

At the time of the programs creation Ms. Wick was a student studying on Yul’o IV to be a software designer. While attending the institution Ms. Wick stated that a fellow student, a Hen’va named “Filnar”, would hound her daily. He would denounce her presence within the school and repeatedly declared that “what are the scrapings of humans compared to the glory of the Hen’va?”

The virus was her creation as a way of getting back at the student for his constant spite. Ms. Wick was well aware of the dangers it could pose if released into the wild and so had emplaced the limitation that the virus would only infect computers on site with the campus. The schools network was setup that students could only work on their projects within the confines of the institution to ensure they did not cheat and have others make them instead. What she had not counted on was this rule only applied to students and not teachers. So when a teacher brought home several student projects to review and then sharing those infected files with their personal computer, the virus then gained free access to the wider planets networks.

When the Ven’dari learned of this there were several hundred calls for Ms. Wick to be held accountable for her actions, and nearly twice as many made to take her head by less patient individuals who had seen their entire culture erased. Much to their dismay Ms. Wick died shortly after her confession from a long term disease that had ravaged her body for several years.

Much to her delight, she had achieved her goals of removing the source of her mockery.

[us-cj]

From Mindy Robinson,

Are we ever going to get answers about the Las Vegas Sh**ting cover up, or nah? Where is Kash on this....and why hasn't anyone contacted me, when I have all the evidence the government covered it up right in front of me?

• Or the J6 pipe bomber, even though they have their license plate?

• Or the cocaine in the White House?

• Or who really was running the Biden administration since he clearly wasn't wiping his own ass, or even signing anything?

• Or how a military op Warp Speed vaccine that couldn't possibly have been long term tested, was touted as "safe and effective?"

• Or how the 9/11 Hijackers made an impossible flight maneuver into the Pentagon, or why the only video of it looks like a missile?

• Or why foreign countries are allowed to donate to, buy out, and control our politicians?

• Or why battleground states that Trump won, kept counting until all the down ballot races magically flipped days later?

• Or why they're allowed to put toxic chemicals and preservatives into our food, that's banned in other countries?

• Or why Fauci hasn't been strung up for the people he murdered through AZT, Remdesivir, and that virus he illegally created with a foreign communist enemy?

• Or why doctors who sexually butcher children, aren't in MF jail right now?

• Or why the government is adding a toxic chemical like fluoride into our drinking water, when we already have to go out of our way to buy toothpaste without it?

• Or why Congress is allowed to insider trade by owning stock at all?

• Or why psybicilin mushrooms that can naturally cure depression, PTSD, addiction, alcoholism, and personal trauma are illegal....but life destroying pharmaceuticals like opioids are not?

• Or why there aren't class action lawsuits across the nation against all these companies for poisoning us with micro-plastics?

• Or why drug companies are even allowed to put commercials on TV, when all it does is give them control of all the networks as major sponsors?

• Or why the J6 committee gave themselves congressional immunity from ever being sued, if they were truly righteous in their actions?

• Or how was Michael Byrd cleared of murdering Ashli Babbit BEFORE ever being interviewed about the incident?

• Or why there was no water in the fire hydrants during BOTH the Maui and LA fires?

• Or how did the RINO sheriff during the Las Vegas shooting who lied about the timeline 3 times, let evidence like the computer hard drive walk off his crime scene, and refused to investigate or name the 3 other people registered to the room...."won" a primary against a more popular Republican opponent, where over 40k couldn't vote due to a "DMV glitch?"

• Or why any Americans should pay taxes this year after finding out that DC swamp donkeys have been r*ping us through fake projects, charities, and foreign aid money laundering scams into oblivion?

• Or why the FBI covered up Hunter's laptop, and got away with lying about it being "Russian disinformation?"

• Or why every mass shooter is always "previously known to Feds?"

• Or what the hell happened with that Nashville truck explosion?

• Or what the hell happened with that Vegas Tesla explosion?

• Or those secret Jewish tunnels in New York, where they were pulling a dirty mattress and kid's high chair out of?

• Or why Obama bailed out the corrupt banks out of the housing market crash they caused using tax payer funds....instead of home owners?

• Or why no one was held accountable for the botched Afghanistan pull out, and leaving all those weapons and military vehicles there?

• Or why we haven't ended the foreign bank controlled, soul sucking usery system that is the privately owned Federal Reserve?

• Or stop who's spraying these goddamn chemtrails everywhere?

• Or why not a single election audit has been done in any state by independent investigators yet?

The tax payer funded, state sponsored fake news might have conveniently forgotten about all of this....but I sure as shit never will. 🇺🇸

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Hello health emergencies. It will be our job to make sure everyone connects the dire consequences with the cause: this administration. Which is cutting everything and everyone off from everything else, consistent with their ideology and consistent with causing epic chaos, suffering, and death.

NYT: Without treatment, virus levels in people with H.I.V. will quickly spike, hobbling the immune systems of the infected people and increasing the odds that they will spread the virus to others.

About one in three untreated pregnant women may pass the virus on to their babies.

Interrupted treatment may also lead to the emergence of resistant strains that can spread across the world.

One study estimated that if PEPFAR were to end, as many as 600,000 lives would be lost over the next decade in South Africa alone. And that nation relies on PEPFAR for only 20 percent of its H.I.V. budget. Some poorer countries are almost entirely dependent on the program.

“This is another domino in the devastating impact of the harmful freeze to programs, leaving lives hanging in the balance,” said Jirair Ratevosian, who served as chief of staff for PEPFAR during the Biden administration.

More from that report:

The Trump administration has instructed organizations in other countries to stop disbursing H.I.V. medications purchased with U.S. aid, even if the drugs have already been obtained and are sitting in local clinics.

The directive is part of a broader freeze on foreign aid initiated last week. It includes the President’s Emergency Plan for AIDS Relief, the global health program started by George W. Bush that is credited with saving more than 25 million lives worldwide.

The administration had already moved to stop PEPFAR funding from moving to clinics, hospitals and other organizations in low-income countries.

Appointments are being canceled, and patients are being turned away from clinics, according to people with knowledge of the situation who feared retribution if they spoke publicly. Many people with H.I.V. are facing abrupt interruptions to their treatment.

ut most federal officials are also under strict orders not to communicate with external partners, leading to confusion and anxiety, according to several people with knowledge of the situation.

U.S. officials have also been told to stop providing technical assistance to national ministries of health.

“The partners we collaborate with are in shock, and they do not know what to do because their lifesaving mission and commitment has been breached,” said Asia Russell, executive director of the advocacy group Health Gap.

Late on Sunday night, according to an email viewed by The New York Times, employees of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention were instructed, effective immediately, to stop communicating with personnel at the World Health Organization.

They were later directed not even to be in the same meeting room — real or virtual — as W.H.O. employees or to participate in email conversations in which W.H.O. staff members are also engaged. https://www.nytimes.com/2025/01/27/health/pepfar-trump-freeze.html

[amygdalae]

"The franchise and the virus work on the same principle: what thrives in one place will thrive in another. You just have to find a sufficiently virulent business plan, condense it into a three-ring binder--its DNA--xerox it, and embed it in the fertile lining of a well-traveled highway, preferably one with a left-turn lane. Then the growth will expand until it runs up against its property lines.

In olden times, you'd wander down to Mom's Cafe for a bite to eat and a cup of joe, and you would feel right at home. It worked just fine if you never left your hometown. But if you went to the next town over, everyone would look up and stare at you when you came in the door, and the Blue Plate special would be something you didn't recognize. If you did enough traveling, you'd never be at home anywhere.

But when a businessman from New Jersey goes to Dubuque, he knows he can walk into a McDonald's and no one will stare at him. He can order without having to look at the menu, and the food will always taste the same. McDonald's is Home, condensed into a three-ring binder and xeroxed. "No surprises" is the motto of the franchise ghetto, its Good Housekeeping seal, subliminally blazoned on every sign and logo that make up the curves and grids of light that outline the Basin.

The people of America, who live in the world's most surprising and terrible country, take comfort in that motto. Follow the loglo outward, to where the growth is enfolded into the valleys and the canyons, and you find the land of the refugees. They have fled from the true America, the America of atomic bombs, scalpings, hip-hop, chaos theory, cement overshoes, snake handlers, spree killers, space walks, buffalo jumps, drive-bys, cruise missiles, Sherman's March, gridlock, motorcycle gangs, and bungee jumping. They have parallel-parked their bimbo boxes in identical computer-designed Burbclave street patterns and secreted themselves in symmetrical sheetrock shitholes with vinyl floors and ill-fitting woodwork and no sidewalks, vast house farms out in the loglo wilderness, a culture medium for a medium culture."

--Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash

[scam-alerts]

As a Sonic fan I feel the need to spread news about the scams targeting Sonic fans that are going around lately.

One of them, which I don’t have any evidence for at this time but have been warned about through word-of-mouth, is that sometimes scammers will pretend they have a popular or hard-to-find Sonic character plush (Build-a-Bear Shadow, basically any Tails plush, SOAP shoe Sonic, etc.) and pretend to be selling it. A friend of mine said they tried to buy a Tails plush from someone online, sent the “seller” money, and not only did they not get Tails, but the “seller” put the listing back up like nothing happened. And that person showed me evidence of similar scams but they didn’t send it to me, just had me look at the screen.

Another one, which I do have screenshots of, is bot blogs centered around the Sonic movies, using either uncredited fan art or AI-generated images, and posting sketchy-looking links to “watch the movies for free”.

Hi there! Thank you for sending in your ask!

Sellers listing fake products and not shipping the product is something that, unfortunately, happens all the time on places like Facebook marketplace and even ebay.

That is why I would request proof of ownership via a picture of the object you are looking to buy, the plushies for example, and something like your name on a piece of paper written on it beside it, or a fork, spoon, banana, ect in frame or beside it too.

Nothing that would hurt or ruin it, just to add validity that they do ineed own it.

Before buying a product from someone, especially off of tumblr, you can reverse image search the image to see if it's been posted online previously.

Here's a guide on how to do that:

As for links offering free ways/methods to watch movies...

Unfortunately that's always been one of the biggest and most notorious scams circulating around online.

Clicking these links will harm your phone or computer, as in most cases they involve malicious websites that ask you to sign up, download, and/or install some sort of software to watch the movie.

Or they may even lead to a fake tumblr login page that will turn your account into a bot after it steals your login information, or lead to a fake virus alert to install an app that will try to steal your information and passwords.

Its not pretty all around, and any and all posts you encounter like that should be reported as spam asap.

Thank you for your ask! I hope this helps!

Note: The tags that are used are used with appropriate relevance given context to spread awareness and to help prevent scams.

[cyrilau]

Videodrome (1983) Vedic Astrology Analysis

Directed by :

David Cronenberg: Purva Bhadrapada ♓︎ Sun

Staring:

James Woods: Pushya ♋︎ Asc, Ashwini ♈︎ Sun, UBP ♓︎ Moon Mercury and Mars.

Debbie Harry: Vishakha ♎︎ Asc, Ardra ♊︎ Sun (conj Rahu), UBP ♓︎ Moon, Krittika ♉︎ Venus

(Spoilers included)

Videodrome is a great example of the depth held in Pisces. While it can be easy to see the beauty of Venus' exaltation in this sign, Cronenberg shines a light on the horror and brutality that swims deep in the Piscean waters. There is a balance in everything, with Venus exalting to the highest height in this sign, the most disturbing depths stir beneath to equilibrate this exaltation. UBP is a very prominent nakshatra in the two lead actors in this film and the nak themes of UBP are woven into the entire story. Ahirbudhnya, “the serpent of the depth” , rules over this nakshatra and his symbolism is written all over Videodrome. The Narayana form of Vishnu sleeps on his coils and dreams the world into existence.

This film was released in 1983, and one of its core themes is the threat technology/television poses to audiences. Another central theme is the effects of technology on the human mind, body, and specially the nervous system (Mercury). In 1983 Fred Cohen introduced the term and concept of a “virus” into technological language. The year after Videodrome’s release the first Mac computer debuted, subsequently followed by the release of the first windows program (1985), and adobe photoshop (1988). UBP is a Saturn ruled nakshatra, and Saturn rules time. Following the release of this film, technological giants surfaced that are still foundational and relevant to our current technology. 

In the movie, an organization is testing how to conceal a frequency within a television broadcast designed to induce the growth of a brain tumor. This brian tumor causes audiovisual hallucinations. They veil the frequency in graphically violent films. Originally, “videodrome” (the frequency and program being broadcast) was developed by “Dr. Brian O'blivion”, and the tumor was originally intended to be a new part of the brain to advance human evolution in accordance with the growth of technology. Saturn corresponds with the gradual development of the human body, Saturn is the crystallization of form. 

The developers working with Dr. O’blivion hijacked the project and turned it into a method of psychic attack and mind control. This, to me, illustrates Pisces ability to manipulate. Pisces understands desire (Venus exaltation) in such a way that it can override logic (Mercury debilitation). This is seen in the tumor inducing frequency bypassing the conscious awareness during exposure.

“The battle for the mind of North America will be fought in the video arena: the Videodrome. The television screen is the retina of the mind's eye. Therefore, the television screen is part of the physical structure of the brain. Therefore, whatever appears on the television screen emerges as raw experience for those who watch it. Therefore, television is reality, and reality is less than television.”

- Dr. Brain O’blivion.

The videodrome frequency being concealed within a television program reflects Ahirbudhnya residing underneath the surface of experience while Vishnu dreams the illusory projection of reality. Serpents have been associated with rebirth, occluded knowledge, and transcendental experiences since the beginning of time. This theme emerges towards the latter half of the movie. The final scene interestingly parallels archetypal initiatory experiences found in ophidian centered/crooked path practices. The primary ritual in the Dragon Book of Essex, and the Egress rite of the Azoetia mirror the final scene, ritualistic self transcendence to assume the “new flesh”.

Pisces is the final rashi before rebirth into Aries, symbolizing the film's focus on dissolution (12H/Pisces) and birth (1H/Aries). The main character is played by Ashwini Sun James Woods. The conclusion takes place on a derelict ship in a harbor (12H), which James Woods actually suggested.

While there are so many beautiful dimensions within UBP, there are equally terrifying and disturbing layers in this nakshatra. The vision and insight symbolized by Narayana Vishnu and Ananta Shesha are mind splitting. They tear worldviews asunder, illuminating the inner workings of manifest reality and the indestructible imaginal substance underneath. The pressure of the entire sea weighs down in UBP, its this pressure that makes the diamond. This nakshatra is the final crystallization of Saturn before entering the alchemical and mercurial Revati.

[dandysworldhcs]

When Brightney gets ill,her voice sometimes just suddenly has some electric noise when she coughs or have sore throat and her light bulb will sometimes flicker or dim down when she is fatigue due to illness (if those symptoms appeared,the toon is sick)

Vee despite being robot,she can get ill(I mean, computer virus exist) which her symptoms varies based on the virus,Vee don't like to get ill since it mess up her mind and mentality ALOT,so she has strong anti-virus in her to ensure she don't get ill

Sprout and Dandy looks like unhealthy plant when they get ill (like Spout's leaves become much yellowish,and Dandy petal looks much withered colored)

Astro ill symptom is insomnia instead(since he usually to sleep alot,so not sleeping is definitely not a healthy sign) and dimmer glow,and his magic becomes weak too

Shelly ill symptoms is that her shell is more fragile and could crack easily

Boxten ill symptoms is that his music sometimes will goes out of tone or he suddenly plays a random note without him controlling it, and his gear sometimes just stuck when spinning

Looey ill symptoms is that he looks more deflated like

Glisten ill symptoms is that his mirror part just becomes less reflective, although he will try to polish it more and try to act like he is fine even tho he isn't

Rodger has similar ill symptoms on his glass part as Glisten,he just become las transparent tho,he also pretends he is fine ig

Finn also has same symptoms as Rodger,become less active when ill,which you can tell something is odd immediately, although he will try to make it not too serious

That's all I'm out of idea

the idea that toons can even get sick is so interesting, i wonder if they way to get better would be the same as it is for humans or if it’s different