#atlasianhacker

[combat-heelys]

"Aw cmon, everyone but me has callsigns."

[teamlarl]

@atlasianhacker continued from here

“So you’re saying you can’t do it, or won’t? There’s a vast difference. I was told that your ability exceeding everyone else in your... trade, at least in Atlas. If you don’t want the money or the prestige that would come with such a job, that’s fine. I’m sure some eager young genius out there is chomping at the bit for what I’m offering.”

[iscoming-archived]

“Something tells me the General’s hands are not as clean as he would like to have us think.”

[the-scientists-grimm]

What do you love about your muse?What do you hate about your muse?What about your muse amuses you?What about your muse makes you sad?How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?

Frankly, I love having the freedom to do whatever I want with her. Canon has so many rules, but Magpie? She can do whatever she wants.

I hate that I can’t actually make her fit into the timeline as she is now. There’s almost no chance Winter is old enough to have an adult daughter. Qrow, sure, he’s Raven’s twin and she does, but Winter? No. Magpie is an anomaly.

It’s actually really funny to me that she turned out how she did. If you look back at @thesnowbirdschild, early on, Magpie was wreckless, full of energy and spite. She’s calmed down a lot since then. I think I attribute some of that to you-know-who.

Thinking about her childhood. She had a father who was drunk off his ass a good part of the time, and a mom who was, for the most part, absent. Not an ideal way to grow up. She turned out well, but... Frankly, I think she spent a lot of time over at Tai’s place.

Smart, sassy, and will stand her ground if you piss her off.

[teamoliv-archive]

@atlasianhacker

Maybe Lapis should have seen that sort of response coming. Then again survivor’s guilt isn’t something people willing to hire bodyguards commonly deal with. The whole reason they’re paying you is to wind up dead instead of them in a worst case scenario.

Kind of obvious in hindsight.

Note to self, make sure anyone offering a bodyguard position isn’t willing to hurl me under a bus. Pay’s no good if I can’t live to collect it.

“You try a bunker then? Preferably one with a few mines at the front if you’re so scared someone’s trying to kill you?”

[iscoming-blog1]

@atlasianhacker

THANK YOU FOR THE WONDERFUL HEADER

[combat-heelys]

“Here I was thinking I could put those days behind me and actually go legit. Once a driver, always a driver.” Picking up the laptop, mikado immediately walked to his car, opening the passenger door and leaning over, pushing the passenger seat forward to access the back, taking one of his knives and cutting the seat open, hiding the laptop inside, before getting a needle and thread, seeing the cut up to make it look as if it were never touched. Eyes fluttered as he walked to his fridge, taking some food and drinks out for the drive before weighing them all. He had already weighed the laptop and calculated the best positioning inside the car for it, but the food and drinks weren’t an expected cargo, so he decided to just leave the car set up as it was when he took delivery of it, placing the food and drinks on the passenger seat as he got in, doing up his harness and starting the car. He slowly reversed out of his workshop, getting back out to lock the building up, walking over and getting back in, turning the car around before driving at a cruising pace towards the pass road that got him from his house to the rest of Mistral. Smirking, the male started to give more pressure on the accelerator, shifting back to second as he floored the right pedal, weaving side to side to warm his tyres and get a feel for the new car. He then came up on a hairpin turn, turning outwards as he quickly kicked the clutch in with his left foot, toe of the right pressing the brakes to bring the revs down before heel kicked down gas and he took his foot off the clutch, the car making quick work of the bend as he drifted around. Making his way down, mikado seemed to have no opposition to the way the car handled, for a tuned all wheel drive it could definitely slide well. Once he reached the bottom of the downhill road, foot was quickly down again, speed picking up as he calmly shifted from second to third, third to fourth as the speedometer needle continued to make its way in a clockwise motion.

[teamlarl]

atlasianhacker replied to your post: dear based monty, will i ever follow the color...

x; color rule– phf, where we’re goin, we dont need rules XD

color rule? ha! i laugh in the face of the color rule!

also i apparently laugh in the face of the development that mistral is mainly fantasy east asia

[ask-qrow-blog]

Hey man just sending some anon love

Thanks! But you know who needs it more than I do?

@atlasianhacker

Send it to her

[rising-superstars]

+1 New Message

Congratulations, @atlasianhacker! You’ve been randomly selected to spend the day with the Leader of Atlas’ own Team DAZL as well as the band’s Lead Singer, Diamond Shine! Come to this address and come meet one of Atlas’ Finest face-to-face!

“Hope to see you there!”

[huntsman-ash]

wulfriic replied:

Is this a JoJo reference? It seems like one, smells like one... And tastes of one!

Well, as @atlasianhacker said Olivia is BASICALLY the female Remnant version of Dio...

[vindicareofremnant]

To These Anon’s

Yes, you, the ones sending this shit to @atlasianhacker 

LEAVE. HER. ALONE.

I don’t know how the FUCK you know about what’s gone down between us, but that shit is none of YOUR business, nor is it ammo for you to use in this BULLSHIT.

Whoever the fuck you are, all you seem to do is hang around, wait for this Mun to hit a low pint, then you start. You’re a fucking stalker and you need to move away from here and do something actually beneficial with you existence!

Seriously, stop sending Anons, stop sitting on tumblr and waiting around, and stop all this shit!

[combat-heelys]

Mikado smirked, cruising around in what seemed to be a somewhat damaged white limo, music blasting from the subwoofers he taped down to the back seat, atlesian spirits sitting in a glass bottle in the cup holder next to him and left hand bandaged, spots of blood dotting it. "I know you wanna hold it, but it's hard to control it! I drive it like I stole it, drive it like I stole it!"