#dj defalt

[emperor-glitch]

Some 90s slavic AU thing  Defalt  is now Denis :D

[cosmic-kaden]

I hope this is ok if not feel free to delete this! But I made a couple bracelets based off your ship with defalt!

The lighting in here is shit so a lot of the darker blue & purple beads look black -n- I'll try get better pictures of them when the sun's up!

LADSKJFLADFKJALDFKJSDLFSDLDKJG OH MY GODDDD LUNAAAAAA IM SCREAMMMMIIING!!!!!!!! IT LOOKS SO GOOD HULLO!?!?!?! THIS IS SO SWEET AND SO WONDERFUL AND THEY'RE BEAUTIFUL IM AHHHHHHHHHH <33333333333

[mysillyfanstuff]

Here two more oc’s.

Edward “Eddy” Chi also known as Ratchet (left) and Irene Merkant also as Havoc.(right)

Eddy is the adopted son of Evelyn Chi and Wrench. He is hacker who had a interest in robotics and occasionally causing trouble. Eddy is very close to both his parents. Even though he is mute he find unique ways to communicate with his family and his friends.

Irene is the daughter of Andy Merkant and Defalt. Irene is a DJ and Hacker. She and Eddy been friends since they were four. She is a talented hacker who likes to mess with people she didn’t like.

I’ll write more about these two later.

[championofsanghelios]

A couple of masked madmen...

JB Marcowicz and Reggie Blechman (London c. 2029)

[tzdkh]

@bloodebt​ wanted some hacker husbands sit - for your muse to pull mine into their lap  [ meme ]

Reginald Blechman walked a good walk, he talked a good talk, he played a good game. He was fun and weird and a living meme. He was also dangerous and temperamental and had more than his fair share of marks on his belt. He was also, unfortunately enough, a sufferer of anxiety, the kind of anxiety that had had him wearing a mask for most of his adult life. The kind of anxiety that picks up the fucking moment shit in London tidies itself up, because it means he has to go home and face the music that he’s been avoiding for over a year, and all the memories that came with it.

Jay, predictably, doesn’t give a shit. Jay wants to get out of the war zone - and all the bullshit that came with it - and go home. Jay wanted - Well, Reggie didn’t know all Jay wanted. He just knew the basics of his plan: Get back to the States and as fucking far away from London as he could fucking get. And he was on his way to doing just that.

Perched on a bar stool, the infamous Defalt, maskless, with hair still dyed blacker than black, was bartering - like it was the fucking Age of Bartering or whatever - over travel plans with a definitely-not-shady-as-fuck smuggler. Or, at least, he thinks he is, Reggie’s honestly stopped listening ten minutes previous, when he came to the sudden realization that he was truly going home.

He was so fucked. 

Tearing at the corner of his thumb with his teeth, the once-Dedsec member squints at the tiny pub TV. Looks at the glass behind the bar (shit, he looked like shit). Looked out the window at the people cheerily passing in the night. Watches the rowdy crowd playing darts. And then, finally, turns his gaze back to his companion, only to blink as he realizes that he’s being watched and the shady-not-shady smuggler was shuffling off to answer his phone.

“So, uh, are we like. Trading him a goat or something? Two goats?” Reggie doesn’t let Jay get a word in as he creeps closer to the DJ, continuing to prattle uselessly. “How many goats is it to smuggle people into the States, what’s the goat rate on that?”

Jay looks at him like he’s considering murdering him if he keeps talking which, fair because he’s probably heard enough about goats to last a lifetime at this point, but also unfair because Reggie is considering murdering himself at this point in time. If Jay was going to do it, he might as well stop cockteasing about it.

Opening his mouth to tell Jay just that, he instead lets out a noise of surprise as a hand grabs him and yanks him closer. The world doesn’t so much spin as it does just change very suddenly, and by the time Reggie has his wits about him again, he’s been tucked between Jay’s legs, his weight mostly settled across the other man’s thigh.

“Oh.” He blinks, watching in fascination as an arm curls around his waist. “Okay.”

“Shut up about the fucking goats.”

Reggie wants to gloat, or talk about goats more, but instead he settles against Jay with a put-out noise and tries to hide the fact that the anxiety attack that had been building steadily has just crumbled into dust, leaving him stunned and strangely settled.

If the look on Jay’s face was anything to go by, however, he’d failed that pretty miserably.

[makarov-my-beloved]

Watch Dogs: Legion x AmRev

@burgoyned Chapter 6 pumped out in an hour lol. Not sure if it's any better but feel free to share your thoughts ^^

Chapter 6: Keep Calm and Resist

André sat in front of his computer browsing through the information from the damaged Spiderbot. As he sat there pondering, Howe and Burgoyne chatted about the easiest road leading to Royal London Hospital. After hearing about increased Albion security in the streets (i.e. more fighter drones patrolling the streets), Bagley suggested a more covert way of reach the destination. “Best case scenario would just take a taxi there so that way you won’t be under the radar,” he said as he closed the map. “I’m up for whatever. You wanna come with me, André?” Howe asked the hacker. André shrugged. “I guess. I’m finding some disrupted data that needs to be cleaned up.” “I can take care of that,” Bagley chimed in. Howe looked at his phone. The time reads 10:15 PM. “If we head there now, there shouldn’t any workers present. Most likely security guards, but they can be taken care of.”

“Ok. We’ll be off. Don’t do anything stupid, Burgoyne,” warned André. The playwriter held his hands up yet said nothing. Both André and Howe left the Safehouse and walked into The Earl’s Fortune where they found the pub mostly empty except for a few patrons sitting at the lounge smoking and chatting. Clinton sat at the bar with Hanger discussing current events. The bartender looked up and smiled. “Y’all out for a night exploration?” “Of course. London looks beautiful at night. We’ll be back shortly.” “Sure thing. And do be careful Albion is everywhere tonight,” Clinton said. André gave his friend a reassuring smile before leaving the pub with Howe. Using his phone, the fighter flagged down a taxi. He climbed into the driver’s seat with the hacker in the passengers. Tossing his bag into the back, Howe began setting up the GPS route to the Royal London Hospital. “This shouldn’t be too long of drive….15 minutes. Sounds reasonable enough,” he said as he shifted into drive. “Methinks that the hospital is going to be heavily secured tonight,” André muttered while watching an Albion guard detain a civilian on the street. Howe looked over and shook his head. Around 10:30 PM, the men pulled up to the Royal London Hospital.

It was to be expected; guards patrolled the entrance of the hospital, including the driveway where ambulances are parked. Making his way towards the front entrance, Howe and André put on their masks and hid behind a brick wall. The hacker pulled out his phone and almost immediately pinged, directing the signal to a nearby ctOS fighter drone. We could use the drone to clear the guards. Hacking the drone, André began piloting it inside the main entrance where Albion guards are stationed and proceeded to take the guards down one by one. Howe watched with curiosity as the hacker pointed the drone towards a guard on the second floor before he prodded his friend. “I see the data machine look!” he hissed. There was a black box located right behind the guard which made the mission more convenient than they both thought. André shot the guard then flew the drone close to the machine. “Alright. Wait…” he stopped. Howe became confused. “What happened?” he asked. “Someone seemed to have cleared the data from the machine. The drone isn’t picking up anything.” “

“Do they know we were coming then?” “Not sure. But no data is coming from that box.” It was then Bagley pinged their earpiece. “It appears that someone has already hacked the data from the file server. I do believe there is backup storage stored somewhere on the other side. See if you can find something.” “Copy that. Alright.” André piloted the drone to the front of the hospital. There are several stories; each floor containing rooms of many patients as well as nurses and doctors working night shifts. Outside, the balcony floors were devoid of any sign of life, except for a few hospital workers. Gently flying the drone away from the windows, André finally located the backup file storage sitting on the fourth-floor balcony. “Second time the charm here we go…” He flew the drone towards the black box only for the phone to be suddenly disconnected.

Frustrated, André attempted to reconnect his phone back towards the drone. He successfully regained control only to see part of it damaged. “Oh God, who could it be now?” he groaned. Tilting the drone to the side, both men saw another fighter drone next to them. “What the...GET OUT OF HERE!!” André snarled and attempted to shoot it. He was unlucky. The other drone dodged the laser and proceeded to shoot the ctOS drone, destroying it. The phone signaled a loss of connection. Bagley pinged again. “It seems that someone has gained access to the backup storage. Looks like all the data are cleared from this location.” “DAMMIT!! Ok, what about St. Thomas could you check on that?” André said, giving Howe an incredulous look. The fighter shook his head. A moment of silence conveyed until Bagley spoke up. “Unfortunately I was unable to locate any data worth recovering from there. And don’t bother attempting Guy Hospital, that one was long cleared.” “Fuck! Ok, well appreciate your help, Bagley.” “Certainly. You should probably get back. Lord Germain has now issued a curfew at midnight.” Both men growled at that name. “We’ll be sure to head back,” André responded, tapping his earpiece. They both got up and walked towards their car only to notice a message clipped to their windshield. Howe took of his Ded Coronation mask, tossed it into the taxi, and started reading the note. André slid next to him. “What does the note say?” “It’s not a note,” Howe whispered. Staring at the paper, André read out loud the message:

Hey DedSec,

~~~~~~~~~C@N’T F1ND WH@T Y0U’R€ L00K!NG F0R? B€TT€R LUCK N€XT T1M€~~~~~~~~(8>

“DeFaLT”

“ ‘DeFaLT’? The Polish black hacker and well-known DJ? HOLY CRAP YES!!” André’s eyes lit up like fireworks. “Have you heard any of his songs Billy? He’s got helluva a collection.” His enthusiasm was not shared by his friend, who was staring at the paper with a blank expression. “William? Is everything ok?” the hacker asked, concerned. “Huh? Oh, nothing…it’s just…” Howe stopped. Defalt. Richard loves that man just like André. Even learned to hack like him. Could it be…? The fighter shoved the paper into his jacket before entering the taxi. André got into the passenger seat, head swimming with mixed emotions.

The drive back to the pub was extremely quiet. André wanted to continuously share his enthusiasm about his favorite artist but couldn’t since Howe was not in the mood to converse. They arrived back at The Earl’s Fortune. Few patrons still sat by the fireplace, conversing over the news while Hanger poured drinks to a few customers at the bar. Entering the passcode, Howe and André returned to the Safehouse where Howe tossed his bag onto the desk next to Bagley and walked towards the broken down train converted into a bar. Clinton, who was sitting on the leather couch tuned into his headphones while browsing his laptop, looked up and saw André standing there with a glum look on his face. He took his headphones off, placed his laptop on the couch before getting up to comfort the hacker. “What’s the matter? Got busted by Albion?” “No. It’s something else…” André said quietly. Bagley spoke up. “Every hospital record has been taken by someone. Not sure whom it may be, but it seems that person knows what we’re up to.” “A spy? Well well guess we’ll have to watch our backs,” Clinton said, sighing in disbelief. Howe finally emerged from the train and pulled out the note from his pocket.

“This is what I found on the taxi we drove. Looks like someone was playing ‘DeFaLT’ and got to us before we could.” Clinton took the note and stared at it. “My God it looks as if someone is trying to cosplay as an actual hacker, writing a note like that.” He turned it over to find nothing else. “Probably some kid on the street who thinks it’s funny to play games like this.” Clinton handed back the paper. “In any case, we’ll need to cover our tracks more discretely from now on.” Howe looked back at the paper. “We may have to. Although I do plan on paying a visit to the Royal Navy shipyard tomorrow.” “How so?” Clinton inquired. “I have a hunch….but I could be wrong….that my brother wrote this message. He could be trailing us.” “Richard? That guy hasn’t spoken to you in ages how could he possibly emerge from the shadows like this? It doesn’t make any sense,” André pointed out. Howe sighed. “Look, I’m going to the navy quarters to find out. Y’all wouldn’t mind coming with me?”

“Why certainly. Hmm, where is Burgoyne?” “He’s in the training room trying to ‘jack himself up.’ “ Clinton grunted. Bagley snickered. “As if that’s not the only thing he’s ‘jacking up’ on.” “DAMMIT BAGLEY!!” Clinton yelled as everyone burst out laughing. Exhausted, André slid onto his gamer chair before tossing his black DedSec jacket onto the table. His white shirt displayed the fox logo of DedSec in blue highlights, matching his black cargo pants. Stretching, André leaned back and closed his eyes. Who could be playing Defalt? Hmm...Mission Complete.

[fictionalboylover]

This is your free pass to gush to your hearts content! -from someone else with a rat boyfriend ;3 💜

THANK U SM RUBY 🖤🖤 ive been wanting to gush about him for awhile whew 🥺🥺

ok so defalt he is so rude and arrogant becuz hes such an amazing hacker and dj and he KNOWS it but he acts like such a child and he gets angry easily🥺🥺 and he gets on everyones nerves but i love him so much oh my godd.. he is just sensitive and he can be so soft i wuv him.. ALSO he is so small,, short king .. hes always acting leik hes the best but hes like 5’7,, i want to hold him😳🥺 i love my rat boyfriend :))

[defness]

Ooo who is this ?

Defalt, DJ, pro hacker V_V

[crescentlightning]

The DJs of Watch_Dogs & Watch_Dogs 2! The bright parts on the headphones blink in time to the beat! I have a headcanon where Alek (Defalt's brother) inspired a young Defalt to start DJing after seeing the joy music brought to people (they've had a rough life & music was their joy)

[uberpwnarchive]

if you like metaphorical rats who are more like snakes in the grass, then maybe this is for you. if you live in a fucked up world and love the sweet smell of revenge, then maybe this is for you. jb markowicz DJ DEFALT is a 24 year old artist based out of chicago. his passions include music, memes, and just overall fucking people over WHILE still having a hella time. if you wanna join in on the FUN, give this a like or a reblog and we’ll see what trouble we can get started.

[emperor-glitch]

Smol commision for @deadmello5 

[neepynoodles]

there are no words to describe the disgust i feel when i see ray x defalt

[t3ss-m3ss-blog]

(If you want a rat in your inbox I'll gladly do it. @defalt-the-rat tag that when you respond pls.) Okay so the DJ was casually sitting in a chair working on something, but was not wearing his mask he's unaware of almost anything as of now so he'll be pissed in a millisecond. ".....What do you want?..." he clearly knew Tess was there not looking up from his laptop "..."

The girl huffed angrily and closed the door shut behind her. She had walked into the room on tiptoes so the male wouldn’t notice in an attempt to scare him, but obviously someone has eyes even on his back. “How did you know? That’s bullshit...” Shrugging it off in a second, she happily took large steps almost jumping over to where the rat was sitting. Oh boi. “I’m hereee, because I need some help!” Standing next to him with both arms behind her back, she looked away and sighed loudly before talking. “I want to find someone. Some... jerk decided to paint random shit over one of my graffitis and ruined it. I want to teach them a lesson! U-Uh, not killing though, just.. scare them! I... I’ll pay you, if you want.” And all she had in her pocket was 20 bucks and some bubblegum. Well done, Tess.

// Heree ;v; @defalt-the-rat​ // 

[vanade]

Okay, the hairstyle for what Defalt looks underneath that mask of his has inspired me to have a headcanon for the Rat DJ as well that's probably completely different from yours.

[deadefault93-blog]

D3F-4L7

Defalt??

(JB Markowicz ) Black hat hacker + Professional Hacker + DJ +Defect + Ratboy Emperor Rat. ~~(8:> 

© 'Temática con referencia a WD primera parte. Es libre de copiar la temática manteniendo los derechos de Copyright. No a la replica de esta ficha, hecha con propósito RPG

[ryexe-blog]

.//_starter for @d3f4ltx​

The young hacker entered the Dot Connexion, instantly earning the looks of the fellow partygoers with his bright neon mask; but not questioned and was shrugged off as some sort of Defalt fan, with the neon rabbit mask he owned. Wading through the crowd, he readied a hack in his smartphone, a single task in mind; to create a breach in Defalt’s systems and allow a way for Dedsec to get the info they needed to truly determine if Defalt is a problem or not. Finally reaching the main dance floor, the younger male altered the color of his mask as to not stand out amidst the rave clad in blue and green glow-in-the-dark sticks.

He started the hack; riding out the storm, even making direct eye contact with the DJ above as he breached his system. As the hack was finishing; h0ps flashed the other a winky emoji before letting the Dedsec logo animate on his mask and Defalt’s monitors, making sure to change his visor color back to it’s bright yellow. And with that, Rye turned around, rushing to the exit of the Dot Connexion, turning into an alleyway and bursting into a full sprint- thinking he would actually get away with it until- 

h0ps skids to a stop, sneakers rubbing against the concrete as he found his path blocked off by an angry rat. 

. // “ Oh, looks like ratboy wants to say hello to little ol’ me! “, he exclaims, voice electronically altered to sound mocking and robotic. He waves hello, discreetly pocketing his smartphone with his free hand.