#or else my account has been hacked but that has never happened before so it seems unlikely

[brehaaorgana]

ADHD money/budgeting system I'm currently using for my benefit is going well (I've been using it for like half a year now?), and I wanna recommend it.

You Need a Budget is EXCELLENT. 10/10 do recommend. Uhhh rambling about it and my generic disclaimers + gushing extensively under the cut but TL;DR I think it's great for ADHD ppl, I've used it for 6+ months now and I find it super SUPER helpful. also weirdly fun.

DISCLAIMERS:

Budgeting helps you understand/know your money, it can't make money appear where there is none.

Everyone should learn to budget even if you don't have much money (especially then)

This is NOT a magic trick solution. Just like everything else, it is an assistive tool. This is one of those adult things we can't simply opt out of without negative consequences, though.

My advice is based on something I am currently able to do. That is, I can spend an amount of money on this specific thing that works well for me. If you have no extra money to spend then previously I was tracking things in a notebook. So you can still do this.

I believe Dave Ramsey is a fundie fraud/hack and no one should listen to him about money.

DID YOU KNOW THEY CANCELLED MINT???

Okay? OKAY.

Ahem.

You Need a Budget is EXCELLENT.

It is called YNAB for short. The first 34 days are your free trial, and that is my referral link. If anyone uses it and then signs up for a subscription, we both get a month free. Also you can share a subscription with up to six people (account owner can see everything but individuals can pick and choose what they share amongst each other) so like...idk your whole polycule can be on one account. Or your kids. Whatever.

If you are a student, it's free for a year. If you aren't, a subscription is $99 for a year (paid all at once) or $14.99 monthly, which is equivalent to paying Amazon prime. Go cancel Prime and get this instead tbh.

They got a whole article just on ynab and ADHD. They also have like...a big variety of ways to access their info? They have a book, podcast episodes, YouTube videos, blog posts, q&A's, free live workshops you can join (you can request live captioning), emails they can send (if you want) a wiki, and so on. They got workshops on all kinds of topics!!

So whatever ends up working for your brain. It also has a matching app.

If you lost Mint this year they have a gajillion things for moving from Mint.

Also they have a "got five minutes?" Page which has a slider so you can decide how much attention/time you have before going on lol:

They only have 4 rules of the budget, they're simple and practical, and it doesn't get judgey or like...mean about your spending.

1. Give every dollar a job 2. Embrace your true expenses 3. Roll with the punches 4. Age your money.

THEN THEY BREAK THESE DOWN INTO SMALL STEPS FOR YOU! They even have a printable! Also these rules are great because there's built in expectations that things WILL HAPPEN and it's NOT all or nothing with a fear of total collapse into failure. Reality and The Plan don't always align, especially if you have ADHD. So it's directing our energy towards the true expenses and not clinging to The Plan!! over reality.

You can automate a lot of shit (you can sync with your bank accounts just like mint, but also automate tagging the categories of regular expenses/transactions). And if for whatever reason you accidentally do something that makes the budget look weird or wrong:

A) you can usually fix it somehow OR b) they have like, a button you can press that gives you a clean slate and archives the previous version of the budget for you.

So if you forget for a few weeks or months, or accidentally input something wildly wrong, or just don't want to look at a really terrible month anymore and feel like you need a fresh start you can usually either fix it or start fresh which is really nice.

The app also (for whatever reason) scratches my itch to have things like...have incentives or little game-like goals in a way mint never did? I don't know why. Filling up the bars or putting money into the categories to cover my expenses is satisfying lmao. You can also make a big wish expense category for all the fun shit you want, and fund it whenever you can and then you can see the little bar go up and that's fun.

Anyways I've been using it for like 6+ months now and I think it's really helped me when I use it.

[chris-prank]

I need the reaction of the baes (Vincent, Esteban and Atlas) to reader thirsting loudly for strangers online. Like full on down bad simping.

I love these kinds of ask about multiple of my ocs. This way they are all compiled in one post 😆 so thank you mellsfern! 

Now jealousy timeeeee

CW: Possessive behavior, manipulative behavior and mention/use of a syringe (in Vincent’s part) 

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Vincent has been monitoring your online activities for a while now. It was his favorite thing to do after a long day of working on new inventions for Fatalité, being able to sit comfortably in front of his computer and check what you were up to.  But lately… you’ve been checking one person’s account a bit too much on Slowgram. You liked their post the second they were up, why couldn’t you be dedicated like that with him instead!? What made his blood boil the most, was the private conversation you were having with your friend about this influencer. Paragraph after Paragraph were filled with praises, words of adoration and lewd comments on what you wanted to do to them. At first he thought it was just a passing infatuation, but he couldn't keep watching you lust over someone else, it made him see red. Dr. Seraph didn’t even have to hack into that influencer's computer to find their address, this idiot had it plastered all over their socials. At this point, they were just asking for it! At the dead of night, he easily entered their house. Hovering over the sleeping form, his face showed a scarily cold expression.  

“I was lacking a test subject for my latest invention.” With precision, he plunged a syringe in the person's neck, “I wonder if they'll still think you're attractive after I’m done with you.” 

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Esteban snatched the phone from your grasp. One minute you were alone in the living room, liking every post of a guy online and the next you were empty handed. Unbeknownst to you, he was actually stalking your account before all this and happened to see your liked posts. 

“What’s your deal?!” You jumped out of the couch, trying to take your property back. 

“What’s my deal? What about yours Mmm?!” He pouted, raising the phone out of your reach, “You have a guy with the literal body of a Greek god at your disposition and you're gawking at this?” 

He shook one picture in your face before retrieving it quickly. “Can you even tell that he is photoshopped? I don't need that cheap trick to look appealing.”

He couldn’t let you thirst over this loser and act like nothing was wrong. You shouldn’t need to feel the urge to simp over anyone else! All you need is him, him! That’s why he didn’t have a choice, Esteban had to have your device altered so you could never see that person's face again on any app. Without saying a word he headed towards the front door. 

“Hey! Give me my phone back!” 

“Don’t worry, I’m buying you a better one with some needed modifications.”

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Atlas stared at the picture that you were showing to him on your phone. He already knew your feelings towards this influencer. Having connected to your social media without your consent, he had seen that you were commenting on this person's post a bit too often for his liking. Still, he acted oblivious when you started ranting about them. 

“Aren’t they just so perfect!? Like they are so fine I caaaaan't!” You groaned and contracted your other hand as if you were a predator closing in on its prey. 

He really couldn’t understand what you liked about them that he didn’t have. He could at least console himself with the fact that this person unobtainable, that they would never be a part of your life, unlike him. But still, he hated knowing that you had eyes for someone else to this extent. 

Atlas leaned down, looking at you through his long and pale lashes. “I can be anything you want me to be, you know. I can change my hair color to match theirs or even my personality if that’s what you want.” Then, the android slowly lowered your phone down by gently taking hold of your wrist, “So no need to think about them any longer.” 

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I love showing Vincent’s murderous and sadistic side, especially when it’s related to his darling. Also possessive Atlas is just a cutie pattotie.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for telling someone they're a horrible person and making them relapse?

trigger warning: self-harm, suicide(?)

so im, like many teenagers online, an avid participant of fandom spaces and my current favorite is genshin impact. if you've ever interacted with the genshin fandom you may guess where this is going but i happened to find myself liking a ship that is the big nono ship in this fandom (aka the incest ship, kaeluc) but since i mostly stick to my space and don't really interact with anyone that doesn't already have content of this ship on their account id never gotten into any hot water over it.. until recently.

this person, ill call them rick, suddenly liked a bunch of my (non-ship related) posts. normal interaction, i didn't think anything of if and moved on. (i didn't even notice at the time, but they unliked all of the posts before what happened next, i assume as they realized i was a proshipper and didn't want to associate with me.) next thing i know, the same user is in my askbox, sending me the most vile, hate filled messages i have ever seen.

ok... no biggie. i delete the asks, block them and move on with my life. but it doesn't stop. i had never in my whole life received hate online, but now for the first time ever, i had a dedicated hater, sending me anonymous asks at all times of the day. death threats, dox threats, telling me to kill myself, calling me a degenerate and all that, all with the same consistent writing style. now, one could say that maybe this wasn't rick, and maybe not even all the same person but i really feel like this is the only reasonable explanation considering i have like 6 followers and my most famous post has 3 notes. i don't think im important enough to have that many haters.

so, i did the only thing i could think to do: turned off anon asks. then the asks started coming from random throwaway accounts. ok...turned off asks. then it was dms. turned those off too. THE FUCKING COMMENT SECTIONS OF MY POSTS.

dedication isn't enough to describe this. at this point it's actually becoming distressing to me and im considering closing my whole account cause i just wanna get away from all this. im 16, i don't have the mental capacity to spend all day policing my social media because someone wants me to die for liking fictional incest.

so i very reluctantly unblock rick and send them a dm. i very gently ask if they are the person who has been sending me asks/dms/etc and if they are, if they could please stop because it's become genuinely distressing to me and i just want to be silly on a website. they block me.

alright, im now out of options. everything on my profile is blocked at this point and i don't even want to post anything else so i just kind of leave the account behind for a while. when i come back, i discover that someone HACKED into the account and defaced the whole thing (changed pfp, deleted posts etc etc) so now im genuinely bummed. i go to rick's profile and guess who has been unblocked? i ask them if they can please answer my question. they don't answer but instead tell me i deserve everything ive gotten and i should choke for all they care.

i tell them they're a terrible person and go absolutely off the rails like the dumb, upset teenager i am. i didn't say anything particularly horrible (mostly i just tell them about how awful they've made me feel over fictional shit that really doesn't matter and how i just wanted peace) but i definetely wouldn't like to receive a message like that. and rick didn't either, because they blocked me.

well, since im sure you're wondering where this comes in, here's where i kind of feel like an asshole:

i continued to stalk rick's account on a different blog (because i was bitter. ok?) and they've been posting about how they relapsed into self harm because of a message they received from a stranger and how they've been crying non-stop and this is the worst relapse they've had in years and etc etc and i just got this pit in my stomach. this person's bio says they're 15! i don't want to ever be the reason a fifteen year old is hurting themselves! i've been feeling like a piece of shit ever since (esp since i also deal with sh) and i just feel like the worse person ever. i honestly don't know if i was just acting like anyone else and this was an unfortunate consequence or if i need to go pray for god to forgive my sins or something.

aita?

What are these acronyms?

[mayashesfly]

Unassorted RadioStatic Headcanons

Alastor used to call Vox "my good pal" while Vox used to call Alastor "Al" after a long time into their business partnership

Alastor had been the one to find Vox when he first fell into Hell and was the one that mostly offered the start of their business partnership. He had been quite curious about the strange fellow and his striking blue eyes and face (Taking into account the headcanon Alastor is colorblind)

The other Overloads were getting on Alastor's case for not providing anything that was required from an Overload even though Alastor didn't even want to become an Overload. So "mentoring" Vox becamr a sort of excuse for him

Alastor was somehow able to get audio of Vox's non broadcasted lines in Stayed Gone during their battle. Which may or may not have partially causes the blackout as he used the information he gotten from Vox's lines to throw them back at him. Welcome home indeed :)

Alastor was the reason for Vox and Valentino's matching broken antenna after a fierceful battle between the two where Valentino interjected in the middle of it. (Their picture together showed the two with undamaged antennas)

Vox and Alastor was trying to patch up their relationship after Vox accidentally wronged Alastor with his "upgrade" mindset but Alastor took more offense to Vox bringing Valentino into their business and promptly fucked them up while he also got fucked up himself

Vox was the one that made the Radio Hack Star Logo. And Alastor was the one that provided the "Bar" and "Record Store" building as their first official place of business. "I'm so glad you've noticed the delightful smiles on the roof railings, my good pal!" "Delightful? More like tacky, you old-timey prick"

Their "vintage" and "upgrade" aesthetic used to be a harmless running joke between the two of them

Vox gave the idea of calling their business partnership "The AV" Alastor frankly loved it even though he wouldn't say it outloud to not overinflate Vox's ego

The way Old TV Head Vox blushed was through static. They would start at his cheeks before fully consuming his projected face when thoroughly flustered. Alastor would sometimes say he was "snowing, my dear"

The way New TV Head Vox blush though was through red lines on his cheeks, beating in tune to his heartbeat. Well, if he was truly flustered beyond belief. Normally, he just seemed to have a normal cartoonish blush if his heart wasn't truly moved.

Alastor was able to increase the strenght he would be given once he arrives in Hell while he was in the Living World which was why he was able to overpower the Overlords he took down. However, a certain present deal has restricted the powers he was granted through that method.

Neither of them actually put in their all when they fight each other physically. Even when things get heated between them, they can never truly bring themself to completely kill the other. (Even if they'll regenerate)

When Vox was human, he had heterochromia eyes. Which gave people some questions if he was actually mixed unless he covered up his right brown eye. He was able to keep it under wraps through the use of contact lenses despite the possible danger of using them (especially so early on in its development) so he could be a part of tv.

When controversy aroused because of his actual appearance, he may or may not have caused a little scarring in that area. (He hated how he looked liked)

He died shortly after, and the scarring and mismatched eyes never left him in Hell. Much to his chagrin.

Vox was the one that photographed them for That Picture since he knows Alastor wouldn't want anyone else to know that he even allowed himself to be photographed in the first place.

Alastor still has his copy of the picture, fully intact if not properly folded up in one of his pockets. Though we all know what happened to Vox's personal copy....

[buckevantommy]

Arranged marriage and online friends au! 😊

Buck realises after two months of emailing back and forth that he doesn't actually know what Tommy looks like. And it's bugging him.

It's not like he wasn't aware of it before; Tommy has been a faceless presence across the digital void, features interchangeable with B-role actors and strangers on the street until Buck had given up trying to put someone else's likeness to someone unlike anyone he's ever met. Still technically hasn't.

After this long, he considers Tommy a friend. Buck just wishes he could put a face to the words.

There have been context clues helping piece together an image of what he might look like - brown hair (at least no one noticed the mud in my hair. I'll have to make sure to schedule time for a shower next time I want to take Annie for a jog in the park before a work event), defined muscles (not that lugging around spare car parts isn't its own workout, but I do have a standing appointment with my trainer to get to. I'm sorry I have to cut this short), tall (Granted, it's easier to get a good look at an engine when you have the height to bend over and not lose your footing) - but no descriptions and definitely no photos (unless you count the pics of his rescue dog Annie and a cameo appearance of his sneakers, which Buck wants to but they don't exactly fill in the blanks).

It probably doesn't matter. It's not like they're ever going to meet in person - Buck is on the west coast and Tommy's on eastern time. They can't just casually meet up for coffee when there's a dozen states between them.

He's not sure Tommy would even want to. Because while Tommy has tossed a few crumbs of his appearance Buck's way over the past eight and a half weeks, Tommy doesn't have to wonder about Buck in return. Because Buck had linked his insta account in his second email. It was the quickest way to show Tommy the state of his beloved Wrangler Renegade given he was at work and it was currently taking up space in Eddie's yard. Tommy sure knows his engines, even from photos that likely didn't show the whole story. With Bobby and Eddie's help (and with Chris being more help than Eddie) they managed to pinpoint the problem thanks to Tommy - something multiple mechanics couldn't nail down let alone fix, instead giving Buck the same excuse of how an old engine with that many miles was bound to give up the ghost sooner or later.

Buck took the jeep up the coast for the first time on his recent 48 off - the first time since his cross-country tour led him to the 118 and a few weeks in she'd stalled out and hadn't been the same since. But there was no sputtering, no chugging fits, no weird noises. Just miles of highway being eaten up under her wheels.

And he couldn't even picture the face of the person he wanted to thank. Maybe it was silly, or petty, but Buck couldn't shake his annoyance at Tommy having never sent him a photo of himself. He totally gets the anonymity of the internet, especially with forums, but he really thought they were becoming friends. Thought they'd keep emailing even if they managed to fix the Renegade.

He also hadn't heard from Tommy in over a week, so maybe that was adding to his irritation. And worry. As soon as they got her running smoothly, Buck posted a video of the jeep to insta and sent Tommy the link. He posted a few more pics of her on the road north and thanked him in the caption:

couldn't have done it without your help T 🌅🚙💻🛠️

Tommy knows how much this jeep means to him, and the more Buck thinks about it the more certain he is that the radio silence isn't like Tommy. He was looking forward to an update! It was the last thing he wrote: Keep me updated!, exclamation mark and all. Maybe he had to go away suddenly for work. Or his computer died. Or his email got hacked. Maybe something happened to him - he could be hurt, or sick, or worse. Maybe he read your emails and saw your posts and knows he fixed the problem so now he's done with you.

Buck stews in that thought longer than he should. It's not impossible, it just. Hurts. He likes Tommy. And screw distance - he wants to keep emailing and getting to know each other. Maybe Buck will get called out east for a nautral disaster (okay, not a great reason) or some kind of specialty training program. Or Tommy will travel out west for work.

Work which he's been pretty vague about, come to think of it. Buck doesn't actually know what he does - some kind of office-type job, going by the mentions of suits and gladhanding. Tommy knows Buck is a firefighter in L.A., but the nature of Tommy's work has been left mostly up to Buck's imagination. Maybe he's a special agent. Or a criminal. Or in witness protection. Or maybe the thought of a secretive existence helps soothe the ache of his abandonment issues; Tommy would reach out if he could but extenuating cirumstances are stopping him.

It happens to be a q-word shift which means no calls to distract him. Pocketing his phone, Buck sinks into the couch and turns on the tv desperate for something to take his mind off Tommy. Taylor Kelly is reporting from the studio these days, no longer chasing stories with a cameraman in a shady white van.

"..And now to political news. Vice President Kinard today announced the long-awaited engagement of his son to the eldest daughter of prominent Senator Olivia Ortiz. Thomas Kinard is the Vice President's only child, and the union is expected to strengthen ties.."

As Taylor talks, photos overlay on-screen: a professional family portrait complete with closed-mouth smiles; a young man - Thomas Kinard - in a khaki flightsuit standing in front of a military chopper; a college graduation gown.

"..Thomas Kinard minored in Mechanical Engineering.."

Another image: tall and broad and now with a mop of brown curls competing in a marathon and helping someone cross the finish line with their arm slung over his shoulders.

It's a minor detail. He doesn't even know why he notices. But Buck's eyes are drawn to his sneakers: Thomas is wearing a black pair with white half-trim and a reflective trapezoid on the heel. Not anything unusual, except that the guy he's helping is wearing a neon yellow pair that somehow didn't catch Buck's attention.

The next image shows an animal shelter and a small crowd of volunteers in candid and posed photos. In one of the candid shots, Thomas can be seen crouching to pet a familiar looking dog.. Annie.

No fucking way.

"..Tommy?"

doing this thing

[mister-president-lost-his-phone]

~BREAKING NEWS~

Tonight on America’s Top News Network, the reportedly “lost” President’s phone seems to have been stolen, and the culprit even has the gall to introduce themself...

Now with host Ray Raybeam on the situation:

The host tries to keep a straight face as the camera closes in on him in front of the blue news-room backdrop.

“Yes, for the past few days America has been eagerly awaiting the return of Mister President’s cellphone–twitter has been so boring without him. And apparently, Mister President could not remember his login info, but someone else did.”

Ray smiles again as an image appears with a blurry photo of the top of someone’s brown boots as they stand in tall grass.

“Now let’s see what top secret passcodes our president comes up with!”

The corner image then expands across the television screen, revealing the text beneath the image, the news host reads:

“Hello? I’ve never kept a journal before, though I have never seen one like this. Whatever old Kerch Merch lost this is incredibly stupid. All his combination locks were ‘1234’ and ‘Password123!’ I fixed that quickly, I even managed to think ahead and put my new address in the ‘mail’ with a ‘G’ portion and made some crafty combinations of my own.

I wonder if Ma and Da can somehow see this—just in case—

DON’T WORRY DA I AM COMING HOME THIS FRIDAY!

Oh right, journals are perfect for keeping track of to-dos!

List of note-worthy happenings this week:

Finishing up the schematics for a certain Ravkan pirate (while I do appreciate my apprenticeship...I’m not even allowed to meet him nor do I get to see the flying ships these giant guns will be attached to)

Ren’s telling me I’ve got the smarts to apply to University (imagine me in Ketterdam, big fancy suit and all, looking one hundred percent better than this greasy old Merch)

Mal’s girlfriend (he’s a friend from the farm’s affiliated jurda warehouse I don’t think Ma knows that) got a goiter, that is sad but—I said something so stupid. I told Mal I’d pray to the ‘God of Work’ for them, which that doesn’t even exist! To all the Saints and their Aunt Ida why did I say that!

This thing won’t stop buzzing, I’m going to bring this to Ren and see if he can make sense of it.

Why did this have to be in Kerch? There isn’t even a Zemeni language option.``

The camera pans back to the host. He nods and says, “Yes, this post reveals so much about Mister President, but raises so many questions. What is jurda? Who, what, where, are these ‘Ravkan’ pirates? A quick google search shows that many of these unfamiliar words are not places, cultures, or any known word...”

“But the White House had to take action, while we may be laughing at the absurdity of Mister President getting his phone stolen and social media hacked, this is considered a major cyber attack—here’s the goings-on in the White House:”

News coverage shows flashes of the White House, the president hosting meetings at roundtables, and a group of IT experts in suits typing furiously on computers as a female voiceover reports:

“The White House is scrambling to recover Mister President’s data after this unnerving theft and hacking attack. The situation becomes even more dire after Mister President admits to having many copies of classified documents saved to his phone and Gmail. It seems all of Mister President’s accounts have been changed except one: Twitter. And the president took to his favorite platform to address the perpetrator—”

(A tweet appears on screen)

——————————————

🐦‍⬛ THE Twitter 🐦‍⬛

👨‍🦳 Mister President ✔️

This criminal will be caught! And is determined to spread lies about me! But even this criminal knows he can’t silence Mister President! What? This great “hacker” can’t get into my twitter!

——————————————

(The screen fades to a spectacled 20-something white man in a suit)

He says, “While the president may be happy about not being locked out of his twitter, there are still mysteries we can’t figure out, which we have been working around the clock to stop. This simple theft and hacking can’t be traced. Every phone or data can be traced no matter where in the world you are...all our IT team sees is blank, blank, blankety-blank. It's as if Mister President’s phone fell onto another planet with magic Internet. Our team can’t even block this perpetrator from using the president’s phone and his various accounts.”

(The segment fades out to reveal Ray, visibly confused)

“MAGIC INTERNET?!” he exclaims. “The top cyber security teams in the United States can’t track the president’s phone and after a week deduce that Magic Internet is hiding this person? Phew, let's hope no other countries have access to this Magic Internet.

“Now, stay tuned the next couple of days...maybe this ‘criminal’ who found Mister President’s phone and was lucky enough to guess some easy passwords will finally crush all of Mister President’s dreams...and take over his twitter!”

(The camera pans out to applause and laughter)

[finelinecinemashow]

Sin City

Plot: Lany, the formidable daughter of a mafia kingpin, finds herself drawn to the charismatic leader of a rival gang. Bound by desire yet torn by allegiances, Lany and her unlikely paramour must confront their deepest fears and darkest secrets in a world where trust is a luxury and betrayal is always lurking in the shadows. Will their love endure the trials of Sin City, or will their passion become the ultimate casualty in a war they cannot control?

Word count: 3,325K

Warnings: vulgar language, pew pews, Mafia && Gang rivalry, Drugs and alcohol

PART TWO: UP IN THE AIR.

🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺

Hellooooo! Welcome to Sin City. I could NOT for the life of me get this out of my head. God I wanna be in the mafia so bad.

*If there is another story on wattpad that has Angels Syndicate as a rival gang name - LET ME KNOW. I looked at quite a few Mafia books and could not find any, but I could be wrong!! I can and will change it!* As for the people who I have as a face claim, besides Manny Montana, Noah Centineo and Dylan Sprouse everyone else I got off pinterest. Lol

*THANKYOULOVEYOUBYE*

Now, sit back, relax, and happy reading!!!!

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I remember a time growing up when dad would throw me in the air and I would get this rush. Now, whether that was a rush of fear, angst, or excitement I'm not sure. But what I am sure of, is it never felt like this. It all happened in slow motion. One moment I am on the rooftop of Commonwealth bar in downtown Vegas to scope out my competitors, the next thing I know I am being ambushed with no way out but to jump to the next roof to run. All because of fucking Cam.

G and I got a tip that a member of Angels Syndicate was going to be making a drop here and because we are the only ones in our group that don't show our faces outside of the club, we figured we could get more intel without bringing attention to us. Let's back up a bit, before you caught me midair and mentally shitting myself.

"We have about 20 minutes before they show. No one is to come up here without us knowing. I want full facial recognition from everyone, Rhett." I said into my ear piece while sipping on my whiskey.

"It's like you have zero faith in me. I already have the rooftop covered, everyone there besides you have been assessed. Their bank accounts are screaming at them to go home but yet they are adding up tabs like no tomorrow." He scoffed. I could have told him that without hacking into their lives. He uses technology, I use common knowledge. Their bags, clothes, shoes and shitty drugstore makeup tell me that.

"Cut the judgment out of your voice, Rhett. Sometimes not worrying about your problems is the only way through this life." G hummed. I don't know how she did it, but she was just as sweet as she was heartless. That was the one thing she wanted from her training. She did not want to be numb like the rest of us. She grew up with a good life, so I can understand the need to keep some of her heart.

Rhett and I on the other hand, did not grow up that way. We grew up with love, yes. But being born into the Mafia life, you see things you aren't technically supposed to see and because our father was never one to beat around the bush, he would tell us straight up why someone had to die the way they did and or why they were on the life path they were. We were always protected, but always prepared. Rhett mumbled his apologies so easily to her, I can practically see his face now, loved up puppy. I give it another month before he makes a fool of himself and wants to confess his attraction. Pitiful. We don't get many options in this life, always have to be on the lookout. We have to know who can handle this life, who is't with us for their own motives, and who isn't with us for the money. I doubt half of Vegas, as wild as it is, could handle the life we live.

"Alright, enough of the niceties, we have a job to do. Let's get it the fuck over with. I have a giant ass bed and a packed bowl waiting for me." I huffed. It was after I said that, that Rhett said the codeword, meaning they were here.

"Sin." He said in our ears. "It's showtime. Two men coming up the stairs to the roof. They each have an angel wing below their right ear. How fucking original." He said while laughing. I rolled my eyes. He has a motherboard tattooed on his thigh, he doesn't get-

"Says the nerd with a motherboard tattooed on his thigh." Georgia mumbled saying my thoughts out loud, thinking he couldn't hear it. He did in fact hear it and the gasp he let out was all but dramatic.

It was at that moment that the two men Rhett was talking about had walked in, head to toe covered in tattoos. One looked like he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and became a drug runner, innocent looking with his clear glasses on his face. The other one fit the role of drug runner much more, grungy and rough looking, barbed wire tattooed across his forehead. They made their way to the end of the balcony, taking seats on opposite sides of the couch. We had a pretty good view of them as we were seated on the velvet green couch by the bar. Glasses had his back facing us, so we couldn't see what he was saying, but Grunge was nodding his head to his associate.

Georgia sat close to me and started to talk about whatever her precious heart desired so we looked busy and not at all spying on them. I leaned closer to her so I could read the man's lips. His beard was making it hard, but I caught the word Boss. Boss.. Is he coming? Is he here and we just didn't catch him?

"Rhett, He said, "boss".. Maybe I'm reaching here but is there another member here?" I leaned closer to G with my head down so they wouldn't know I was watching.

"You are always reaching, Mills. Give me one second to look." He responded. I rolled my eyes but waited anyway.

I could hear his keyboard clack away and continued to look around the roof to see if I could see anyone who looked out of sorts. Like I have said before, I love Vegas. People watching was a favorite of mine, knowing who lives here and who doesn't. The biggest give away to tourists is they always wear fanny packs. ALWAYS. Sometimes you could tell by their sneakers, squeaky clean and fresh out of the box for their "vacation." Vegas should not be a vacation spot to most because you'll be even more broke than when you arrived by the time you leave. But taking a page out of G's book, I try not to pass too much judgment. Afterall, sometimes Ignoring your troubles is the only way through this life.

"Everyone else is good. But The vehicle they showed up in is still downstairs, I'm assuming the driver is a dead man walking though, charges through the roof and many many felonies." Rhett confirmed.

There aren't many terms for people who have rap sheets a mile long, Institutionalized is one, but that one is no fun, so we like to call them dead men walking because their one true purpose in life is to be behind bars. They feel safer there, they have their own turfs. They run the yards on the inside. On the outside is a different story, they don't have turf, they don't feel safe. They don't have the control they oh so crave. If we need something done and the chances of getting caught are higher than not, we send them so they get sent away and we don't. We get off free with the deal completed, and they get to go back to their safe haven, everybody wins.

Snapping out of thoughts, I paid attention to the door, ready for whoever was meeting them to walk through. Georgia has the same thoughts as me but has her eyes on the associates who were just given their drinks. Lydia, who we have disguised as a waitress, made eye contact with both of us and nodded stiffly, if you blinked you would have missed the subtlety of it. Thank god her uncle owns this bar. Ry taught her everything she knows about slinging drinks.

I looked down at my phone to look busy but spoke just loud enough for Rhett to hear. "Alright Rhett, keep your eyes open. Lydia just dropped off their drinks." We were on high alert now waiting for whoever was coming in.

Within seconds, I hear "Got him." in my ear and G and sit up a little straighter while still looking at each other. "God dude, the worst part of getting intel is waiting and I hate it with a fiery burning passion." Georgia mumbled. I laughed quietly while agreeing with her.

I'm not saying that we are adrenaline junkies with a death wish, but sitting idle is a fucking killer. I like my down time as much as the next person, but on my time. While on the clock I feel like I'm not doing enough, the struggle I ride between the two will be my downfall I am sure of it. Knock on wood though.

Looking back at the door we see it open up and a short guy with ashy blonde hair walks in and pauses, quickly assessing where he wants to go. He looks at the guys by the balcony, nods at them and makes his way to the bar. After grabbing a beer and shamefully trying to flirt with Lydia he walks over to the two angels and sits down next to grunge before leaning over the table to fist bump Glasses. Lydia walked back over to see how they were doing before sitting next to Glasses and writing down his next order, as Grunge was telling her what he wanted she inconspicuously placed a tap on top of the couch but behind a cushion so they wouldn't be able to see.

Now we wait.

"I am going to turn on the tap so be careful with your ear pieces. I fixed them after what happened last time, but just to be safe." Rhett said. A steady beep was heard before we heard an Irish accent. He doesn't sound too happy.

"You need to make sure this drop is fucking spotless. No fuck ups, Got it? H was pissed that his last drop was ambushed. What the fuck happened Colt, huh? That was your 10k drop." The Irish man glared at Glasses. Oh so sad. That was a good supply I got, so this was comical for me.

Glasses dropped his head a little before looking back at him, "I know Ni. I didn't tell anyone, I don't know what happened. It was Ryder and I alone. He was with me the whole day so it couldn't have been him. It was careless to not be on high alert, but I won't let it happen again." He said confidently. Ni..Niall I'm assuming. The fucker that sold bags outside my god damn club.

Oh this is just sad to watch. The Irish man shook his head before letting it go. "Next time, you won't get off so easily, Colt. You need to step the fuck up if you wanna stay alive." Niall spit.

"Well that was... kind of him. Dumb choice, but I guess beggars can't be choosers." Georgia muttered, making Lydia and myself snicker.

It wasn't even 5 more minutes of listening to them that another Angel walked through the door and headed straight for the couch they were occupying. He leaned down to Niall before standing back up straight and folded his hands in front of him while looking out over the ledge. "Uh Mills." Rhett stuttered into my ear.

"Hold on, Rhett, someone else walked over." I lowered my eyelids to see if I could make out the man's face from the side angle. He looks so familiar but I can't place him. Rhett yet again said my name, but I wasn't paying attention. Lydia asked what was up and all I heard was the three letter name coming out of his mouth that would slowly be the death of me.

"Fuuuuck me this is terrible timing." Georgia mumbled. Lydia snapped her head up to the door with wide eyes, speed walking before he could see me. I moved to sit behind G so he couldn't see my face, but that only got me so far because my fucking shin tattoo was on full display.

"Hey" Cam drawled out, of course he is fucking drunk. "If it isn't my favorite secret." He shouted over Lydia's shoulder. She forcefully pushed him back but that didn't stop him from stepping forward again.

"This isn't a good time, you dense fuck. Walk back downstairs before I have you escorted out." Lydia said harshly to him. He did nothing but roll his eyes and push passed her. He stumbled his way up to us and sat next to me before grabbing me by the shoulders and pulling me to him. I am seriously one more incident away from killing this motherfucker.

"Baby, what are you doing all alone up here?" He said in my ear, his breath wafting into my face. Ugh gross. Who the fuck mixes beer and peppermint schnapps. He hummed beside me before moving my hair aside to see my face.

"I am not alone Cam, I am here with G. Now you have exactly two seconds to remove your hands from me and go downstairs before I chop your fucking dick off. And take you comrades with you." I snapped. He looked shocked, but backed up slightly. He reached into his pockets before removing his goddamn badge and this motherfucker WAVES it around.

"You wouldn't want to get arrested for threatening the city's Sheriff would you?" He raised his voice slightly before waving the metal badge in my face one more time.

"You think I give a shit what your position is? I will, and please believe me when I say this, cut your fingers off one by one if you don't lower that badge right now." I snapped, He glared and went to open his mouth before I stopped him, swiftly pulling out my butterfly knife. "Oh I wasn't done. When I'm done with your fingers, I'll cut your dick off and send it to your wife's place of employment and tell her what we did in the back of your squad car. And so she is sure to believe me, I'll hack the station and pull your deleted footage from that night. Leave. Now." I once again snapped, any patience I thought I had is gone. I do not have time for this dude.

I may have caused a scene with that last statement, because after I was finished I heard the groans of the rest of the men on this rooftop. Glasses, who I now know as Colt, was the first to hiss. "Woman are fucking crazy dude." He said.

Cam shook his head before standing up. "If you do, I'll arrest you right now for bribing an officer to get out of trouble for selling bricks in public." He wasn't quiet at all, and that was apparent when Grunge and Niall had stood up and swiftly pulled out guns. Fuck me.

"I am sorry to interrupt, but selling what?" Niall yelled.

"Nobody fucking move!" Grunge yelled to the lot of us. He aimed his gun at us in the corner. The man who came up to Niall previously had turned around and smirked before mumbling something to Niall. Niall shot his eyes over to me and growled to himself before hopping the couch and sauntering our way.

"You own a club here angel?" He smirked. Cam is as good as dead after this.

"Who said that? Your little hench man in the corner?" I snapped. GOOD. AS. DEAD.

"Shut the fuck up Mills!" I heard Rhett screeched in my ear. I stood up swiftly pulling G with me.

 "Well, Gentleman," I addressed the men pointing guns at me, "Pussy," I addressed a drunk Cam who was staring widely at the guns pointed in our direction, "This.. has been great fun, but we really should be going, toodles." We walked around them before Colt and Grunge had jumped the couch, pointing their guns our way too.

"You have to Jump the roof, you have no way out. There are about 5 guys coming up the stairs." Rhett spoke fast.

"Fuckin aye dude." G whispered to me. We looked at each other before nodding and swiftly bolted to the back of the roof while hearing shouts to shoot behind us.

"You fucking idiots shoot!" Niall yelled while firing his gun. The bullet missed me by a centimeter. G and I quickly jumped on the two chairs before our chucks hit the balcony railing before we jumped.

G was laughing the whole time and this is where everything slowed down for me. I don't do heights, like at all. This definitely does not feel like my younger years of being thrown in the air. Oh my god everyone is so tiny down there. How would my life look if I wasn't born into this life? If I got the chance to fuck around like a normal kid? Fall in love with someone who loved me for me? Not for my money? I can feel the tears leaving my eyes before I even registered that I was opening my eyelids in the knick time to notice the ledge of the next building coming into our reach. I don't know what is so funny about free falling but she is in fact a fucking psychopath for enjoying this.

The edge of the building caught my left foot before throwing me to the ground with such force that the wind was knocked out of me. G had let go by this point but rolled right on top of me, before rolling us under the lipped ledge to dodge the bullets flying at us.

"I know that was a lot, but we are gonna have to get up to do it one more time, Mills." She shouted over the gun fire. She wiped my tears before nodding at me. "I know, but we gotta go before they follow us." She whispered. She grabbed my hand before sliding off me and pulled me up, but not before pulling my head down to run with her. She pulled her gun out of her waist band, pushed me behind her before whipping around and firing a bullet, effectively hitting Colt in the side of the neck. As Colt staggered backward, clutching his neck in pain, the sound of approaching sirens filled the air. With adrenaline pumping, she grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the edge of the building. "We have to move, now!" she shouted over the chaos. Without hesitation, we leaped off the ledge.

As we jumped through the night air, bullets whizzed past us, the sound of gunfire echoing off the surrounding buildings. With lightning reflexes, she twisted and turned, barely avoiding each projectile. The ground rushed up to meet us as we landed on the next rooftop, the impact jarring but adrenaline still coursing through our veins. "We're not out of the woods yet," she yelled, grabbing my hand and leading the way across the rooftop in a full sprint. With each leap  we moved closer to safety, the city skyline sprawled out around us like a labyrinth of possibilities.

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WHAT DID WE THINK?? IM NERVOUS. Let me know in the comments!

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[rommaru]

Yesterday I got informed about some old gossip people told about me years ago in neopets.

The goddamn neopets dot com.

A virtual pets game that some adults take too seriously.

Take a sit while I tell you and old story and I hope you get a good laugh as I did.

So neopets has been running since 1999 to this day. There are two currencies: neopoints and neochash. Neopoints are the main currency, they can be earned by playing games, doing quests, random events, selling items and many other ways. Neocash are purchased with actual money and can only be used in a specific store to buy clothing for your pets. Think about this as neocash can buy awesome skins, but everything else runs under neopoints keeping the game "fair".

As any other game, users build the economy and the market based on supply and demand. Shady tricks to make your way into the rare items exist such as scamming, hacking rich accounts, taking advantage of glitches and straight up black markets.

In my early years playing there I made a friend who made his path to richness by reselling items and playing games. The problem is that this guy loved to give polemic opinions and talked without filters so he quickly became a despictable person for some users. People tried to hack his account and stalked him on his social media, luckily none of that worked. Tired of all this drama he decided to take a break from neopets but before that he asked me to take care of some of his most expensive items so even if his account was compromised on his hiatus they would be safe on mine.

I doubt a little because while I was always aware of the drama surrounding him, he was always kind to me and our friendship was not so public so it was unlikely that my account would become the new target for hackers. What I didn't thought through was how suspicious our transaccion would look like at the eyes of the staff.

The next day both accounts were frozen. Imagine little Rommy all sad because I loved my ugly pets so much and my little account that I had worked for sevenish years. I submitted a ticket explaining how I never cheated and provided all possible evidence. Neopets customer service is well known for being slow and inefficient, so I just waited and waited and waited.

People quickly noticed my friends account was frozen and somehow they found out about me, not entirely but they knew there was another user in the formula.

What is the juicy gossip?

People said that I was some kind of celebrity influencer offering sexual services in exchange for items and neopoints. I was frozen because my friend was a client of mine...

Ok, hold on, let me just...

I haven't laugh so hard like this in a while. Do you know what is even worse? I was a minor when this happened.

Whatever they knew about me it was very little and probably they were just trolling because it was a popular thing to do back then ¯_( ͡• ͜ʖ ͡•)_/¯

I never got harassed on my side account or social media.

Speaking of my side account. I have a confession to add to the story. The usernames of both accounts are fairly similar so I would be easy to tell it was me. Remember neocash? Neocash has a different economy system based on item trading. If you want an item, you offer your items, find a trader and agree a fair deal.

I got into neocash trading before my main was frozen, but I became really good at it in my time using my side account. So while strangers shit talked about me I was taking advantage of a glitch.

To summarize it, neocash could be bought from the neopets website or by redeeming physical cards that could be found in stores such as Walmart. Cards were available in a couple countries outside USA and due to actual currency convertion it could be cheaper to get foreing card codes rather than buy them from the website. Keep in mind that 1000 neocash equals $10 USD in regular price. Of course getting cheaper cards is not against the rules and it's still a common practice.

The glitch would not recognize what currency was used to buy the card and would assume that the amount was in USD. Let's set an example, if I remember correctly, someone told me that 1000 neocash would cost 10,000 CLP, the glitch would reedem for the amount of 10,000 USD. I'm not saying that Chilean cards would do that, I'm not even sure if they were sold in Chile but this is the most dramatic scenary I can think of.

I had a lot of neocash for dirt cheap. I'm pretty sure more people knew about this but neopets was a messy place (it still is) that recently had took multi language support away, so I can see why non native English speakers were mad and unwilling to repport their glitchy cards.

Anyway, if those trolls were aware of my neocash trades back then (because most trades are done in a public forum) I could't blame them for thinking I was a hoe selling its body for real money to waste on a game lol.

At the end, it took a year but I had my account back. I continue to play neopets with no consequences from those days.

[masterjedilenawrites]

AHH Lena ive got a problem!! so i think my blog got hacked into???? but theres nothing diffrent/changed so im not sure but it i was looking at stuff and it says i was "active" at some place ive never been to? but the thing is that weekend i had traveled and somewhat close (like to the neighboring state but it was on the other side away from me) and im not sure if it could just be a glitch? but im still quite worried. i mean i just changed my password but it says it was active recently and i dont know what to do and i dont want to delete my blog (its super small anyways so it wouldnt matter tho)

Don’t panic friend! I’ve got some ideas for you based on some research I’ve done.

(Also apologies for any typos, i’m typing this out on mobile in a waiting room lol)

So, i hadn’t heard of this “active sessions” section of Tumblr before, but quickly found it on the web version under account settings. According to Tumblr’s FAQs, this shows any log ins/access sessions to your Tumblr account by browser, and includes location info, to help you keep your account secure.

Looking at mine, I recognized various devices I’ve used over the past several months, with the locations as my home town. Two logs stood out to me though. 1 - my current session (marked as “current” in green) says my location is in a different part of the state. Odd, but could be due to having a new phone? 2 - apparently a session back in April came from a completely different state. Very odd right?

If i’d come across this back in April, i probably would’ve freaked out like you anon. But the fact it happened 3 months ago (and i haven’t noticed any unusual activity on my account), i couldn’t help but wonder how accurate these locations are…

Hence a research rabbit hole about IP addresses. You’ll notice underneath the city/state display is a string of numbers. This is the IP address of the browser’s network connection. There are several free websites where you can search that IP address and get a much more accurate location… Apparently, IP addresses may not always be accurate due to the geolocation databases they run through. So at the time of that connection, my location was displaying as one place when I was really somewhere else. But when I search that IP address now, it shows my current and accurate location.

I’ve also experienced odd location issues in other areas… like when I access Netflix from a new device and it sends a confirmation email, it usually has the city wrong.

So… this is what I did to look into the odd location activity on my account and i’m comfortable saying it was a IP address geolocation error. It’s possible that’s what you’re seeing on your account too.

If not… next step i would recommend is to double check the email address you have on the account. If someone actually hacked your account, that would be one of the first things they’d change in order to keep access. Really look at the address because sometimes they’ll try to throw you off by making a similar email but with like an added dot, or an extra letter that you wouldn’t catch at first glance. You can change it back to your own address in addition to changing your password.

Those are my two main ideas. I’m not an expert in these things but that’s where i would start, especially if you’re not seeing any suspicious activity on your account. Anyone else with ideas or experience here, feel free to chime in!

[ginhaku125]

I fucking broke Animal Crossing New Leaf and I don't even know how

I finally got a new 3DS charger so today I charged up my 3DS and decided to log into my ACNL account for the first time in quite a while (a few months I believe) and decided to, like everyone, check up on my villagers so they're aware I'm not dead and uh...

I have no idea how this happened, usually if you're gone for a few months it says the months right? (I'm 100% certain I wasn't actually gone for a year)

A couple things to note:

1. My 3DS is very old and sometimes when I turn it off, it resets the date to midnight on the 1st January 2011 and I have to set the date and time again. However, this has never been a problem with my game (trust me I've been playing this game for years)

2. I DID hack the game at one point. I was using a power save to give myself more money, I don't remember if I did anything else (I don't think I did) but that was ages ago, before I disappeared from my game.

If anyone knows why this happened I'd be so grateful, thanks!!

[queen-of-seventeen]

Abandon who you love, love with abandon

Hungry mouths

Hello you can read chapter 1 and chapter 2. This fic updates every sunday and you can find them on my tumblr under noa writes tfc or read on AO3

 Neil had gone to the airport two hours before his plane was set to leave. He’d delayed coming in the hopes that it’d trick his father’s people. If they couldn’t find him there they’d either assumed he’d already caught a plane or that he’d never come at all. That’s what normally happened but maybe even people as stupid as them learned from past mistakes.

 When you sneak around airports as much as Neil has, you learn to spot and avoid security cameras. Everything had a blind spot if you looked good enough. And if you hacked the cameras with your laptop beforehand. That was part two of why Neil needed the hours before his flight. He sat in a corner on the ground looking for everyone in the world like he was just waiting for his flight. Just another man who couldn’t find a seat.

 Texts scrolled over the right side of his screen. One by one tiny camera views flickered on the top left field. The bottom held his playlist. Zayde Wolf scalded through his left earbud and he did a cursory glance over the top of his screen. No familiar faces yet.

 No Plank, Malcolm, Patrick to be found. Most of all, no father.

 Neil looked back on his screen. The text stopped scrolling and he adjusted a string of cameras leading up to his gate. It would leave a small track but he was using airport WiFi and it shouldn’t be able to track him.

 One by one he created a blind spot for him. He put a timer on it, setting them back an hour after his plane had left.

 It was a big ask hoping nobody would notice until then but he needed the time for plausible deniability that it was his flight.

 Neil shut off his laptop and put it away. Zipper open, shoving his clothes to the side, zipper shut. Carry on only. Only what fits beneath the chair in front of him. Always his laptop. His mother had hated his obsession with technology as he was growing up but the moments he’d been able to go to school had given him an obsession with coding that couldn’t be equaled with anything else. Now that his mother had passed away it even became useful. Neil didn’t have all the contacts she had and his money steadily ran out as prices increased and his life on the run continued. He’d never expected to be twenty-five and still being chased across the world by his father.

 On all accounts he should be dead by now.

 The bag zipped shut and slung over his shoulder as Neil stood up. It was heavy but that was a necessary evil when he’d had to leave his new backpack behind. He’d steal another in the United States. Maybe one of those backpacks that couldn’t be cut through with knives that the airports kept trying to sell him. It seemed fitting for the situation.

 Neil slowly made his way through the crowd. He made sure to keep to his blind spot when he heard the same deep voice from yesterday call out to him. “Junior? Is that you?”

 He could hear the mirth in Romero Malcolm’s voice. It was easily matched by Lola’s. “So sorry, that’s my nephew and we haven’t seen him in a while.”

 Now Neil was neither her nephew, or related at all to her. But he didn’t want to see her either. He pulled up his hood and walked faster. He could imagine them cursing right now but he didn’t look back around to check. They might just be chattering about their      “nephew”    .

 Their voices came closer again and Neil had to make a decision. It happened in a split second and Neil started running. Fingers glanced off his coat as he burst through the crowd straight into the path of the security cameras. He bumped into people left and right. A suitcase knocked into his knees and almost sent him sprawling.

 “Junior, get here!”

 “Get away from me! I don’t know you!” Neil yelled over his shoulder. He tugged his arms through the short straps of his duffle bag. He had to slow down a bit to do so but it was better than feeling it bump into his leg every step of the way.

 “Junior, please,” Lola called. Desperation coated her voice like thick paint on a new canvas. Lumpy and with a shaking hand.

 Neil saw a wall coming up and a big crowd near gate two. He needed to get to seventeen.      Fuck. Duck. Run.    He reached a hand into his Hawaiian shirt and grabbed a butterfly knife. He’d only have one chance to do this without getting caught and that was the element of surprise.

 His heart beat in his chest. It felt like it would reverberate out of his chest. The heavy thumbs shook his bones and his blood sped up. A staccato rhythm filled his very being as his father’s people chased him through the airport.

 He ran up right to the wall and kicked off it with a flip that was more reckless than necessary. He used it to turn back towards Lola and Romero. They didn’t slow down their run as he charged. A couple feet in front of them Neil’s plan finally formed in total. He sank into a slide right between them and used the butterfly knife to cut Romero’s bag off his shoulder. Neil grabbed its straps and stood up to dash away.

 Ten gates down he disappeared into the bathroom. He slipped into an empty stall and tried to calm his breath. He needed to get out of here. A bus wouldn’t be enough. They could probably guess what plane he’d want to take as well. He’d need to be smarter.

 He upended Romero’s bag. Documents, clothes and finally money. Neil quickly shrugged off his shirt and hoodie and stuffed them into his bag with the documents and money. He’d check them later and he was already through security anyway.

 Neil put on a sweater of Romero’s and stuffed the rest of the clothes in the bag. He took a minute to carefully hang it on the back of the door and calmly left the stall. He put on the hood and cap he’d stolen and left the bathroom.

 His bag couldn’t be disguised but it would have to do for now. He took out his phone and pulled up his boarding pass and documents. The line was long when he got to gate seventeen and he didn’t yet see Romero and Lola. Belatedly he realized they would be checking all the gates. They wouldn’t be fast enough.

 There was a chance that Neil could actually get out of here.

 Neil checked the board above his head. Ten minutes before take off. He slowed his pace to a jog and went up to the desk. "Hey, am I still on time?"

 He reached into his bag for his papers and handed them to the lady.

 "Just. We were beginning to close off mr... Barry." She had a thick Australian accent and after months of living in Australia Neil had to force himself to shake it off and affect his American one.

 "Thank God, am I right?"

 The lady let out an awkward chuckle and let him through the hallway. Neil went into the plane and slipped into a small seat flanked by an old man near the window. Neil had an innate distrust of man his father's age and the neck pillow and fleece blanket did nothing to dissuade that trust. He'd seen how his father acted around other people when he was young. He had the scars to prove how he acted afterwards.

 Because he had never been enough. Never quiet or still or obedient enough for the guests.

 But he didn't have to worry about that anymore. He'd never see his father again. The only way he'd do so was in a bodybag after fighting for his life.

 He swallowed through the ascend of the plane and tried to sleep through the entire flight. Worrying won't do until he touches down again.

 --00--

 Andrew would never admit he had an obsessive personality. It wasn’t something he did. He didn’t get attached, he didn’t want anything and he most of all didn’t obsess over anything. Besides maybe the poor romantic life of his twin but it wasn’t his fault Aaron was a loser.

 This moment would be seen as factual proof by his boss and colleagues that not only was he obsessive it was addictive. Renee had left the office a couple hours earlier when nothing was turning up. She trusted the security at Sydney airport to forward them the correct information if they found something. Andrew didn’t share her senseless faith.

 His head made a loud      thunk     when he dropped it on his desk.      Thunk. Thunk.     He had to think better. He had to be smarter. He wouldn’t be outsmarted by a guy who hadn’t even gone to school.

 There had to be a reason why Nathaniel didn’t show up on any of the camera feeds. Renee and Andrew had been combing through footage for hours before she gave up for the day. But none of the cameras showed the guy.

 Andrew dropped his head once more. Sparks showed on the backs of his eyelids when a thought shot through his head. He scrambled to grab it by its coat tails before it dissipated to smoke once more.      Blind spots.    Nathaniel had gotten away through a blind spot. All Andrew had to do was find them.

 He returned to the same images that showed on the screens in front of him all afternoon. One by one it started clicking in his head. He couldn’t move the images anymore but he could see how the images shifted slightly at two certain time marks in multiple spots leading up to gate seventeen.

 It was a straight line without a view. Andrew debated with himself to invade everyone's privacy and check the bathroom camera's before remembering Australian laws. There wouldn't be any footage in there.

 Fuck.

 His fingers were typing again before his plan had fully formed and Andrew was checking security breaches for the IP address used to infiltrate the system.

 Andrew called his roommate Kevin as he did so. The phone only rang once before it was picked up.

 "Andrew."

 "Yes, yes, have you fed Miss Furball already?"

 Andrew could hear the heavy sigh through the phone. "Yes, I fed your cat. Does this mean you're not coming back for her tonight?"

 "Bring her here."

 "Chuck won't allow you to have a cat at work."

 "My evil plan has been foiled. Bring the cat." Andrew hung up and stared at the codes in front of him.

         He wasn't done looking before Kevin showed up with a bag and a tray of food. It was all placed besides Andrew and he reached into the bag to grab his pet before continuing his work. Miss Furball, a dappled gray thing with a face that looked like she’d been smashed to a wall, purred on his lap and kneaded his leg before plopping down.

 It calmed Andrew enough that he was able to find the leak, even with Kevin looking over his shoulder.

 Kevin circled the room and stopped not just at the clue board but also at the still frame Andrew had of Nathaniel's face.

 "So that is the kid?" Kevin asked.

 "He's twenty five. Shorter than his dad and doing everything in his power to get away from his father's people," Andrew replied.

 Kevin rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "He's kid sized. I don't care that he's supposedly smart."

 "Supposedly?" Andrew clicked through and saw the airport wifi was used to modify the camera's. But maybe he could find the laptop used, hoping it didn't get ditched after use.

 "If you're right and he's not working with Nathan he has to be a genius to have survived this long. He may be a greater threat than his father."

 "He's also a free runner."

 "You don't say." Kevin dropped into Renee's chair and grabbed his salad. He'd long since given up trying to feed Andrew anything but burgers, chicken nuggets and milkshakes while he was working.

 Finally Andrew got through and he wrote the information about the used laptop down.

 Andrew chewed down two nuggets before checking what flight would've gone from gate seventeen at that moment.

 San Francisco. He could work with that. Andrew didn’t say anything to Kevin as his roommate continued to talk about his usual work troubles and the mess Wesninski had left for them on half of the globe.

 Andrew didn’t feel sad for his friend, not even when he hacked into the San Fran airport security cams and set up a ping for security threats. Andrew would fix everything for Kevin anyways. That’s what he always did and it’s what would happen when Andrew’s computer lit up as Nathaniel tried to mess with the camera’s. He was ready for it.

 He would find Nathaniel.

[nahasmatter]

12 vile vortices ww2

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#12 vile vortices ww2 serial

Therefore on earlier guns you can anticipate all parts to be numbered by the assembly numbers, late ones only the final three numbers of the serial quantity on essential parts just. Just about all components on early actions had been assembly numbered, mid 1920s began to make use of mixed figures, afterwards 1930s just the serial amount was used on the major parts and several small ones were unnumbered. Type 38 Arisaka S Serial Amounts Normally.I just watched about half of this on the history channel. Who put it there (a long time ago), who knows? Aliens was the speculation.Īnyway, this isotope (26) is going to destroy the earths Magnetosphere in the near future (it was also discussed that the HARC project in Alaska was actually a US Government project to try and stop this) It was like something out of SIFI though it was real, live recorded eventsĪ scientist thinks there is a deadly isotope in the Earth laid down in 12 locations around the earth. Unless, he sends a massive EMP into the earth to neutralize it. So a film crew and presenter were on site in the desert to record his attempt to do this. About ten people made up the this guys crew, they had generators and a wire matrix of some sort and capacitors all to generate enough power. They made 2 attempts, the first did not do anything, not enough power. The second caused a big fair sized explosion and melted all the wires, a success apparently. But, when a team ran their Geiger counters over the area and discovered that the isotope was still present. Then, a real flare up of tempers and blame and even physical stuff. The film crew were tired and wanted to go so in the presenter said ok and they left. They were about 2 miles away when a COLLOSAL explosion took place. The scientist, his colleagues and crew were vaporized. The presenter and his crew were fortuitous that they decided to leave when they did.Īpparently, not another attempt but an accident, a cam had been left on and recorded it. Someone's going tell me now it was a fake documentary? A workman was unreeling a wire and crossed a high voltage path or something.Īnyway, never seen anything like that on History before?. The history channel needs money just like any other channel. They also have ones on haunted houses, UFOs, finding Noah's ark and the Holy Grail, bigfoot, crop circles.the whole mess. These shows are cheap to buy and fill spots. These aren't documentaries.they are bought for peanuts to attract viewers and sell ad space. "Now look guys and girls, it really happened, it's real, and your all just in denial. Wanna know how I know for sure, it was on the telly, and the telly never lies. It tells the truth 100 percent of the time. Even drama programs are based on real life, look at Buck Rodgers, Star Trek and Lost In Space, all realĪnd, it was on the History channel too. Historical facts only, look at Ancient Aliens. Anyone else who denies this will be getting a visit from Walking Carpet! You may have to wait a while though as he's been abducted by aliens. I'm sorry about that, my account seems to have been hacked, normal service has been resumed, objective views and Logical Probabilities only.

[razanartuk]

mel I thought u were gonna reblog that squipemy post w.o any commentary for a couple seconds and my life flashed before my eyes

oh god n o 😰 i’m so sorry for any grief i may have caused u

[askagamedev]

This blog acts like a catelogue of things in gaming that are disliked by some but accepted over time. What, if anything, is different with NFTs? It's not as if most monetization schemes enhance gameplay inherently, but it seems like NFTs are expected to and then rejected when they don't obviously do so.

That's not the issue. The main issue is that everything NFTs bring to the table (aside from investor money) has already been done without them, and implementing them adds a huge customer service headache because blockchain transactions are generally irreversible without both parties' consent. Let's take a quick walk down memory lane, shall we?

Players can sell their NFTs to each other for real money!

We've had gold farmers in games for decades at this point. Weren't those services well-received? Does anybody remember how popular the Diablo 3 real money auction house was among players? Remember how well-received the idea of modmakers being allowed to sell their mods were for games like Skyrim? Maybe it will be more like Magic: The Gathering Online, where players are allowed to trade their valuable cards among its players. Does the idea of having to spend hundreds or thousands of dollars of buy-in to compete sound like a fun time?

Players can take their NFTs from game to game!

Nintendo did this with most successfully with their Miis and Amiibos. This is pretty much the best of what you can expect from game-to-game NFT support.

You can sell NFTs to players for lots of money!

Let me tell you about this cool upcoming game called Star Citizen, where I can spend thousands of dollars for a space ship.

Players can get unique NFTs that are unique!

Take a look at some of the randomized loot from Action RPGs like Path of Exile and Diablo 3.

If the game gets shut down, somebody else can build a grey server and I can still use my NFT!

This is probably the only one that may be unique to NFTs, except it is also highly unlikely to happen. In the past, whenever anybody manages to cobble together a working grey shard to resurrect an old game, they never respected the uniqueness or sanctity of items from old defunct servers. They usually just gave any DLC items to everybody who wanted it.

The biggest problem baked into NFTs in games

Players want whoever is running the game to help them out if they make mistakes because they want to have a good time while playing. If a player gets scammed, they want their item or money back. If a child accidentally gets ahold of the account and spends thousands of dollars on microtransactions, they want to be able to reverse those charges. If a player accidentally buys something, they want to be able to refund it. Since NFTs are blockchain backed, the irreversibility of those transactions are baked into the system. In order to reverse a blockchain transaction, you basically have to roll the entire blockchain back to before the transaction occurred and create a new blockchain where that transaction never happened, and then convince everybody to use the new one over the old. This actually happened and is the reason there are [two distinct Ethereum blockchains] - Ethereum (ETH) and Ethereum Classic (ETC). Ethereum Classic is the chain where a hacker managed to steal ~$50 million in ethereum cryptocurrency, and Ethereum is the chain that they rolled back to undo that hack. Obviously, a game publisher is not going to fork the entire blockchain whenever they have to issue a refund, and this problem is baked into the blockchain at its core. This is a huge problem that must be solved before NFTs can gain any kind of realistic acceptance among mainstream players.

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little hacker

avengers x fem!teen!reader

characters: brief clint barton, tony stark, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, peter parker

summary: you hacked into tony's systems and he, along with the team, track you down.

warnings: mentions of death and a car crash, hacking written by someone who has no idea how it works

word count: 3241

note: hi um this is my first oneshot on tumblr i hope you like it!!

you were 14 when you first met the avengers. your family had gotten into a tragic car accident and you were the only one who made it out alive, leaving you in excessive guilt and burden; guilt because you were the only one granted a second chance at life and burden because you had to live your life, barely scraping by as you were dropped the responsibility of taking care of your sick grandmother.

at 11, where all that the kids your age had to worry about was whether their pocket money was enough to get themselves an after-school snack, you worried whether or not the money left to your name was enough to survive.

at 11, where girls worried about their changing bodies and asked their mothers about it, you had to figure it all out yourself and with the help of your trusty laptop, the only gadget you had, one that your dad had gifted to you after you had gotten 100s for all your tests at age 8. he thought you were his little prodigy and figured a laptop would treat you well. you took care of it well because while you didn't want to spend the last of your money left, —that was specifically set aside for your grandmother's hospital bills— you wanted to hold on to the laptop for as long as you could, as a reminder of your loving father, as well as the memories the item held, after you've watched movies with pretty much all of your passed family members on that laptop at different points in your life. that was why whenever the thing lagged due to how much you've been using it, you almost always figure out how to fix it until it was good as new.

at 12, while your classmates had their parents to protect them when they were out at night, you feared for your life whenever you were out past dark. which led you to learning self defence from youtube videos. you learned them pretty quickly and with your sharp-wittedness, you no longer feared to be out at night. you even had the honours of trying out your skills when some men thought they could get you just because you were smaller than them.

at 12, where kids your age were having fun, enjoying their childhood, you had no choice but to be mature and think for the good of yourself and your sick grandmother. you were forced to grow up and you were probably more mature and intelligent than the rest of your classmates combined.

and at 13, you realised that money wasn't going to grow on trees and the money you were left with wasn't going to last forever. it had to last until you were old enough to work. but with your grandmother's condition getting worse and worse, you were forced to drop out of school. you were upset because you loved it. you loved knowledge. but family came first and the only thing that your knowledge increased on was on computers.

which led to you being able to hack into tony stark's bank account at only 14. you had no other choice than to steal money and who better to steal it from than a guy whose pocket change could probably last you another five years or so? you knew who tony stark was, the whole world knows who he is. and you thought that maybe he would be too preoccupied with his alter ego saving the whole world, along with his group of earth's mightiest heroes that he wouldn't notice the tiny bit of money you'd stolen from him.

of course the billionaire had been alerted immediately by his AI when you'd accessed into his systems. "security breach?" he exclaimed, immediately dropping the tool he was tinkering his suit with in his lab.

he spent about 3 minutes, that was how long you took touring around in his systems, observing what you did in it. he watched as you did nothing about the highly confidential information he had and instead, stole....5 grand from his bank account? that was barely a scratch to his account. what was going on?

he had requested FRIDAY to track down the hacker, mainly because he was perplexed that someone had hacked into his well protected system just to steal a tiny bit of money but it seems that even FRIDAY couldn't track down where it came from.

he told the team and it was then that everyone worried how dangerous the hacker could possibly be.

"who steals just 5 grand after hacking into a billionaire's bank account?" clint frowned after tony had explained the whole situation. "i mean, if i managed to hack into your systems, i'd do way more than just steal a couple bucks."

"exactly. and who knows? they might just be waiting for the right moment to install dangerous malware into the system and until we find the culprit, they're roaming somewhere out there with all our confidential information right at the tip of their fingers. if they decide to use it against us..." tony trailed off, for once having a worried expression on his otherwise nonchalant face. he's never been this clueless about what to do with any sort of technical issues concerning the avengers or himself.

you on the other hand, after getting complacent that you weren't caught, kept doing so for the next couple months or so. you had no ill intentions, just trying to scrape by. the whole situation puzzled tony. he didn't care how much you've taken from him in total now, you were right; it was merely pocket change to him. but you were still considered a threat since you had free access to his systems and he didn't even know who you were or where you were.

that was until you made a tiny mistake, one that if tony wasn't spending every waking moment trying to track you down he wouldn't have noticed. and though it was a small mistake, it certainly was going to change how things ran from then on.

that afternoon, after having just gotten back from visiting your grandmother at the hospital, you were planning to get more money from the billionaire's bank account at the comfort of your own home. god, hospital bills were expensive. once you had had a little snack, you settled down on the couch and opened your laptop. but being the quick-witted person you were, before the screen in front of you lit up, you saw movement from behind you.

your heart raced. you could handle fighting people but those usually happened in alleys at nighttime. this was in your home, your safe place. you made sure to lock the doors and there weren't fire escapes outside your windows so how did the intruder get in?

you could tell they were trying to be inconspicuous to get to you and so you let them. you let the person think that they were going to get you without a fight but when they were right behind you, you swiftly turned your body around and jumped over the couch. the masked intruder let out a surprised yelp and the two of you fought for a bit. before you knew it, you had them pinned under you in just ten seconds.

"wha– how– what?" it sounded like a boy. you looked down at him and noticed his red and blue spandex suit. you frowned. wasn't this the friendly neighbourhood spiderman guy or something? why was a superhero breaking into your home?

he was coughing from your knee pressing down onto his chest and you lifted it slightly, enough for him to breathe but not enough to escape. he seemed grateful though because he muttered a seemingly embarrassed 'thanks'.

"get off the kid or i'll blast you off of him myself."

you look up and saw the iron man repulsor aimed right at you, and obviously iron man himself was standing right there in the middle of your small apartment. behind him stood a redhead, who you knew as the black widow, aiming a pistol at you, and a man with a shield, captain america. the spiderboy must've come in through the window and unlocked the door for them.

when you made eye contact with steve, he frowned in confusion. you looked way too young to be the culprit they had expected. he muttered a quiet 'wait, what?' before tony stark revealed himself, his iron man faceplate opening.

"um...kid? where are your parents? or guardian? we need to see them because there's been some highly illegal activity coming from this address." the man in the suit spoke. you stayed still, knee still pressing against the boy under you, frowning at the adults in the room. they noticed your apprehensiveness and slowly lowered their weapons. "we're not here to hurt you, you can release the boy now," steve told you gently.

you usually weren't one to trust easily but since these people were known superheroes, you reluctantly stood up, still anxious of the possibilities of what they could do to you. the spiderboy got up too and dusted his back, before going to stand next to steve. you were confused as to why these heroes were breaking in your home until you remembered what you had been up to for the past weeks. how could you forget when that was the only reason you were still surviving?

your eyes widened with fear when they met tony's soft ones. he looked at you with such care and worry that you were reminded of your late dad. the man in front of you wasn't the arrogant man you've watched on youtube. you felt bad for stealing from him now. you used to think that he deserved it, despite how little you took compared to how much he had. the man knelt down before you so he didn't appear so big in front of you, seeing your frightened expression. little did he know you were frightened for a totally different reason.

"anyone else living here, kid? because i tracked down this address and someone has been stealing money from me. i might need to have a little talk with them." he explained, looking around the house. you fiddled with the hem of your shirt nervously, scared of what would come once you came clean about your actions. you were scared you were going to be taken in for juvenile crime but you were also scared of the consequences of lying straight to their faces. so you took a deep breath before deciding to just tell the truth.

"t–that would be me, sir." you admitted in a small voice, avoiding eye contact with the billionaire you had been stealing from. a few shocked looks from the team and an incredulous 'what?' from tony had you biting the inside of your cheeks in fear.

"i'm truly sorry about that, sir. i..." you trailed off, debating whether or not to justify your actions because you thought that he might not even want to listen to it. "i had to pay off my grandmother's hospital bills because she is very sick. my family died a few years ago in a car crash and i was the only one who made it. i was left some money to my name but having to survive on that along with paying off nana's bills, it was bound to run out. i...i thought that since you were a billionaire, stealing a few thousands wouldn't matter to you...i'm so sorry, sir. i– i'll start working to pay you back.." you stuttered out, holding your hands together so it would minimise the shaking.

tony's mouth opened and closed, like fish out of water, not knowing what to say to you. he stood up and you were on the verge of breaking down right then and there, feeling as small as you did before he knelt before you. "p–please don't report me, sir. i– i don't know what would happen to my nana if you do.. i swear to you that i didn't mess with your other files. i only accessed the system for your bank account and that was it. i have no ill intentions, please don't report me.." you were now the one kneeling down in front of him, begging.

the team were flabbergasted at the scene unfolding before them and tony was quick to get you off your knees, which scared you even more because the death grip of his metal hands on your forearms had your mind running wild at the millions of possibilities of what he would do to you. was he going to kill you and leave you somewhere that people were never going to find your body? or was he going to dispose of you and use his power to remove you permanently from the system so no one came looking for you? he had the power to ruin your life and you feared that.

snapping you out of your mental breakdown, he spoke softly. "hey, it's okay." and that was when you realised the 'death grip' he had on your forearms had only been your paranoia getting the best of you. he was barely even touching you. your teary eyes looked up at his soft, brown ones in fear.

then he smiled at you.

"it's okay. i understand the reason why you did what you did. you're a good kid, your nana is so lucky to have you. what's your name?" he knelt down before you once again, knowing that him standing tall in his iron man suit terrified you. "y/n." you responded timidly.

"how old are you, y/n?" this time, it was steve who asked. you had forgotten that there were other people in the room, too consumed by your fear for your life a few moments ago. "i'm fourteen, mr america, sir." you whispered out, the sight of captain america in person intimidating you until you saw a kind smile on his face.

"you're pretty young to be doing what you've been doing, y/n. are you aware that you're the first person to be able to hack into my heavily protected, supposedly impenetrable network? many have tried to do so and failed, and they were really smart people too. have you been doing this for a while?" tony asked.

"um...my father gifted me this laptop when i was 8 because i did exceptionally well in school. he believed i was a child prodigy and let me have a laptop since he knew my studies wouldn't be affected by the distraction of entertainment. i used to only hack into games to cheat my way up the ranks but only recently i tried something else since i had nothing better to do and i've been out of school for a while now. i knew you were a billionaire so i tried just for the heck of it and surprised myself when i got in on the first try. and then i saw your bank account details and i really needed money so i stole some... again, i'm so sorry about that." you apologised, looking down at your feet.

he couldn't believe it. you were just messing around and you managed to get into his system? you, a mere fourteen year old who was out of school, managed to single handedly do what geniuses around the world had failed to do?

he was initially just going to have a talk with the hacker, and in case they were dangerous and had backup, he brought his own. but bringing steve, natasha and peter proved to be unnecessary when the culprit turned out to be you.

"where did you learn those moves?" natasha stepped closer towards you. you looked up at the redhead, noticing the glare she had on you when she aimed her pistols at you was replaced with curiosity.

you fiddled with the hem of your shirt even more, embarrassed to tell her that you learned to fight from a couple of youtube videos when she had gotten years of actual training. you were pathetic compared to her. "i, um, i learned them from some youtube videos."

her eyebrows raised in surprise at the revelation. you hadn't gotten professional training yet you moved like you had. peter had superhuman strength, agility and endurance yet you took him down in under ten seconds. sure it may have been a disadvantage to peter because he was caught off guard but he should've been able to take you down still.

now was tony going to let the chance of a lifetime slip by? no, of course he was immediately thinking of recruiting you. your dad had been right about you being a prodigy. you adapted to new skills quickly and you were perfect for recruitment.

"hey kid, wanna be an avenger?"

your eyes widened and your jaw dropped in shock. steve immediately turned to him, an incredulous look on his face as he glared dangerously at the billionaire. "stark, you wanna think about this for a minute?"

"thank about what, cap? you saw what she did to the spiderling. and she successfully hacked into my system on her first try and we took weeks to trace her. romanoff back me up here," he saw how impressed natasha was by you and he knew the redhead wasn't going to disagree. "stark's right, steve. she's only fourteen and she's capable of so much already. we need someone like her."

"exactly! she's only fourteen! this life is dangerous for her!" steve argued. peter then tapped his shoulder to get his attention. "hey, mr rogers, i'm a sixteen-year-old avenger and she took me down easily. not gonna lie, it hurt my pride, also my back when you flipped me over your shoulder," he turned to you but you didn't say anything because you couldn't see his facial expression. "but i think she's going to be okay, sir."

steve sighed before turning to you, the defeated expression on his face softening when you looked up at him with your doe eyes and a small smile. you didn't answer to tony just yet since it seemed that steve had a say in it as well but you were dying to say yes. not only were you not going to be reported for your crimes but to be recruited by iron man himself to be an avenger? who could say no to that? not you, at least, since you had nothing better to do with your life at the moment.

"well, what do you say, kid?"

your smile grew and you nodded happily. the team couldn't help but crack a smile at how happy you looked for the first time since they've encountered you.

"well, you should go pack your important stuff so we can go back to the tower. you're going to be moving in if you're an official member of the avengers." tony told you and you nodded, walking towards your room to start packing while the team sat on the couch to wait for you.

"wait, what's going to happen to my nana?" you turned back towards them, worry etched onto you face. "don't worry about it, kid. you can give me the details later and i'll settle it. she'll be in good hands." he assured. "okay." you mumbled in response.

you were actually going to be an avenger. "awesome.." you grinned to yourself as you packed.

[morgana-ren]

Nasty shiggy playing video games with his captive hc

Okay, you asked for it. I’m not responsible for what’s about to go down here. All the usual trigger warnings for dubcon and noncon ahead. You guys know the deal already. 

Alright, so for starters, we all know this dude is a total nerd. I know some folks don’t believe that he hangs around playing video games for hours on end pre-Kamino disaster, but for the sake of this ask and my lust, we’re going to pretend he does. 

Shigaraki is kind of a jack of all trades when it comes to gaming. His steam account has more games on it than he could possibly ever play in a lifetime, but he likes to have them regardless because he never knows where his whims are going to take him. He enjoys extreme turn based strategy for when he wants to feel intelligent (or smarter than other people at dominating), sandbox games for when he feels like running around and causing general mayhem, hack and slash for mindless slaughter, online for the rare times he feels like being cooperative, etc. Sometimes he plays those stupid shock value games that only exist to be controversial, sometimes he plays horror just to say ‘fuck you’ to the developer because he can sit through the whole thing with a straight face and steady 70 bpm. 

He’s good. He’s very good. He’s a quick thinker and gets the hang of things very quickly. There’s not very many games out there that he can’t beat with relative ease, and those ones are usually ones he just flat out doesn’t enjoy. 

When Shigaraki takes his beloved and spirits them away to his room, it’s very quickly apparent that he’s a nasty little gamer boy. If you’ve ever met a nasty little gamer boy, this adds a whole new level of terror to the “Oh God I’ve been kidnapped” factor by way of “Oh God I’ve been kidnapped by one of those guys”. 

Eventually he’s gunna get sick of you just sitting there watching him play (more accurately, desperately thinking of an escape plan while he clicks and taps away). He likes it at first because in a twisted way, he wants to impress you with his skill, but he’s a nasty little shithead who wants to watch you squirm, and the closer you are to him, the more you squirm. 

He’s not going to tease you, at least at first. He’s going to watch and see how quickly you can acclimate yourself to the situation.

 If you’re new to gaming or just don’t like it, prepare to be miserable. 

He’s a jerk. There’s no way around it. He’s going to throw you into the thick of things with your Level 1 character, not teach you shit about how to play, and when you inevitably die, he’s going to give you the side-eye and say “What do you want me to do about it? It’s not my fault you’re useless.” 

In that same breath, he won’t let you quit. He’s going to resurrect you, sure, but he’s going to make it very plain that you ‘owe’ him for every single gold he spends doing it before the level ends.

Eventually he’s going to grow bored of watching you frantically try and learn the keys and shortcuts and dying every 3 minutes like clockwork, so he’ll put on a training ground level for you.

Sounds nice, right? He’s trying? He’s not. 

He’s going to pull you over into his chair and situate you on his lap nice and inappropriate. His legs spread just so, your ass pressed firm against the crotch of his jeans so that every single time you jostle even a little bit, you can feel exactly why he wanted you there. You’re separated from his hardening cock by literally less than a centimeter of threadbare fabric and he wants you to know that. 

As you try and focus on learning just what in the hell it is you’re supposed to be doing, he’s going to be whispering in your ear the whole time, chest flush against your back and occasionally rutting his lower body into you under the guise of ‘readjusting’. 

“That’s right.” “Just like that.” “Good girl.” “Do it faster.” “See what happens when you listen to me?” “Don’t stop doing that.” “See? Isn’t this fun?” “Keep doing that and you just might live through this.”

Loading screens become the bane of your existence because not only can you see your pathetic, flushed face, but you can see the way he’s leering from behind you. That manic face of his, heavy lidded, mouth agape, eyes glazed, reeking of licentiousness and the barely corralled urge to bend you over the desk. It’s only a matter of time and you know that, but that doesn’t mean you need the reminder.

It doesn’t really matter how good your clumsy little fingers get at the controls. He’s going to belittle you regardless. Anytime you get remotely comfortable with what you’re doing, he’s going to drag you into harder and harder areas just to watch you drown in inexperience. 

Eventually he’s going to get bored of torturing you and watching you fail. As funny as it is to see how stressed out you get trying like hell to keep your head above water with him, he hasn’t forgotten the main reason be brought you here. 

He’ll pull you off his gaming chair and chuck you onto his bed, leering over you and taunting you with that playful lilt to his tone. 

“You suck at video games. Maybe you’d be better at something else.”

He’s in for a surprise if you’re a gamer yourself, though you are arguably no better off with him even if you are. 

It’s a bit of a shock to him when you take immediately to the controls like you already know what you’re doing. If you’re feeling bold, you can ask if he’ll allow you to import your character so you don’t have to start from scratch, but chances are he’s not that generous. 

Still, you’re good enough at what you’re doing to be able to keep up with him so long as you let him do most of the tanking on heavy hitter enemies. He leaves behind the powerful armor and you’re grateful, even if you know it’s not because he wants you to have it but more because he doesn’t need it himself. 

Believe it or not, he’s actually pretty psyched to have someone to play with at first. He certainly wasn’t expecting to be pleasantly surprised by kidnapping someone who is equally skilled in gaming, but it’s nice that he has something in common with you other than wanting to fuck you into the mattress. He can’t do that all the time so it’s good to know there will be something he can enjoy during the down time. 

Eventually he’s going to kick things up a notch and fight you one on one. You have pretty much no chance at winning against him with his hyper-powered character versus your brand new one, but you’ll put up one hell of a fight.

“Hey, you’re pretty good at that.” “Skilled at it huh? You probably have a lot of practice.” “Don’t let me get you on your back, now.” “Stop struggling.” “Aw, are you gunna cry?” “You look good beneath me.” “Don’t make me put you in your place.” “The way you’re playing, I’m starting to think you like it when I dominate you.” 

It’s inevitable that you’ll lose. Truth be told, you could play a lot better without his thinly veiled suggestive remarks, and you’re certain he knows that. He doesn’t miss the look on your face, filing it away for later. 

After he’s beaten you down enough, he’s going to just watch you play with unnerving intensity. It’s hard to focus when you can literally almost feel him ogling you, but you do your best. Though even as his cock is straining against his jeans, he’s still an insufferable know-it-all at gaming. You’re not sure which is more unnerving: the fact that he’s constantly bashing your build and belittling your strategy, or the fact he’s completely shameless in being openly lewd when he does it. 

Still, Tomura is a man of action, and sitting and watching doesn’t do much for him. After a bit, he’ll tell you to log out and pat the seat beside him on the messy bed. Stall all you want, but eventually you will end up doing what he wants, and you know as well as he does what’s coming next, and if you didn’t, the fact he’s undoing his zipper with that heinous smile spreading across his face would clue you in real fast. 

“You’re pretty good at games. That’s good. But I wanna see if you’re as good at other things now.”