top hackers

“Oh hi, I didn’t see you there. I’m just chilling in in this plastic-wrapped green room wearing a deconstructed sheer singlet, black bandeau top, and boot-cut PVC trousers. If anyone needs me I’ll be right here, waiting to go on set as the alternate for Angelina Jolie’s character from Hackers.”

C.R.O.W.N. - Continental Reconnaissance Operations to Ward Neutrality
a disney princess modern spy au - written by Brenna, graphics by Drew

Agent 1127-13
Codename: ICE

Name: Elsa Arendahl.
Alias(es): Gerda Sniegowski.
Birthplace: Oslo, Norway.
Occupation: Technical Analyst.
Division: Intelligence.
Specialism: armed and unarmed combatant; computer science; cryptography; technicaly skills.
Additional Knowledge: bilingual (English and Norwegian); ice skating; knife-throwing practitioner; university double-major in computer science and architectural theory.
Medical Records: Agent ICE has been diagnosed with Austim Spectrum Disorder and displays signs of Clinical Depression; agent is scheduled for further testing on the latter.
●  Arendahl, Agnarr; father - DECEASED.
●  Arendahl, Anna; sister. (see file: AGENT_C.A. AGAPE)
●  Arendahl, Iduna; mother - DECEASED.

Elsa Arendahl’s life was one of secrets; from hiding her mental condition from her family to working with C.R.O.W.N. as their top computer hacker, concealment had become almost second nature to her. But when patented “freeze” virus got hacked by an unknown party and classified agency secrets were leaked, Elsa was deemed the prime suspect. She can no longer hide from the world; all she can do now is run, and pray that no one follows her.

Mafia! Woozi

anon requested: “ since it’s our jihoonie’s birthday today, can i request a mafia!au for out vobo? hehe i just saw that requests are open & i got rly excited !! 💗💗 — daydreaming anon (hbd woozi i love you sO MUCH) “

  • you never thought you’d be here 
  • 3:58am on a Saturday in one of the most heavily protected buildings in the entire city 
  • hooking up your sad $535 laptop and praying to whoever runs the universe 
  • that you’ll be able to go home and eat breakfast in time
  • as is the life of a hacker
  • a professional top-of-the-line hacker for hire
  • too bad the government hasn’t noticed your talent yet
  • or you would be working for the good guys
  • but you’re working for whoever helps pay the rent now
  • and if you take down some corrupt businesses while you’re working for the mob
  • who cares
  • that’s enough vigilante justice for you
  • honestly you’d think that one of the most powerful companies in the city would know better than to have such weak protection for their systems
  • you shake your head as you smirk and carefully unplug your laptop 
  • done 
  • easiest $30,000 dollars of your life 
  • the company had been known to “donate” a percentage of their revenue back into the city 
  • things like feeding and housing the homeless 
  • or ensuring kids go to school and aren’t on the streets 
  • but in reality they were pocketing all of it 
  • and come morning 
  • you would have just exposed their asses 
  • climbing back out the vent you came through 
  • you shouldered the backpack with your laptop 
  • and crawled until you reached the building’s service entrance 
  • dropping down you were fully intending to walk casually straight out the building 
  • until you felt your arm jerk as you were roughly pulled behind a wall 
  • “What the fu-“ 
  • the person who did it covered your mouth roughly 
  • and your eyes widened as you saw one of the guards walk by 
  • you silently cursed at yourself for not monitoring the CCTV system 
  • you had assumed hacking into it was fine 
  • but you forgot to check the guard’s positioning 
  • after he passed you turned back to the person who had just saved your ass 
  • “Thanks I guess.” 
  • he didn’t say anything but gave you a sideways glance and shrugged as he pulled out a definitely more expensive and way better laptop than yours 
  • as he connected it to one of the computers in the room 
  • “Who are you btw?” You asked eyeing him suspiciously 
  • he smirked
  • “What’s it to you?” he replied quietly 
  • it almost sounded like he was teasing you 
  • “Sorry if you got offended at me trying to be polite.” You scoff annoyed 
  • who was this guy? 
  • he had jet black hair 
  • and was not super tall from what you could see 
  • but when he turned back to look at you 
  • your breath caught in your throat 
  • “You broke into a high security building to clumsily hack into a system and expose their lies, I don’t think manners are our top priority right now.” he answered looking straight into your eyes
  • you stared blankly in shock 
  • “How did you…?” how did he know?
  • “Regardless I’m here to undo it.” 
  • you watched as he clicked shut his laptop and faced you 
  • “The fuck! I’m getting paid, what am I supposed to tell my client?” you said 
  • he smirked again as he packed up his laptop 
  • “There are better ways to expose this company.” 
  • and with that he disappeared 
  • like legit 
  • gone poof 
  • he walked found his escape route before you even had time to process what he meant
  • you blinked and he was gone 
  • when you finally returned to your apartment when the sun came up 
  • and clicked on the tv 
  • the news was playing 
  • “-donates half of their entire yearly revenue to creating shelters for the homeless…” 
  • your jaw dropped 
  • while you had wanted to expose to the media this company’s lies 
  • whoever that guy was last night 
  • had transferred over half of the entire company’s revenue 
  • in the five minutes he had spent saving you from lifetime in prison 
  • who the fuck was he? 

  •  his name was Lee Jihoon 
  • and honestly did he ever think he’d have to deal with other hackers even close to his caliber? 
  • nope 
  • but you had broken through into the company’s servers in record times 
  • he was intrigued 
  • and more than a bit competitive 
  • “Jeonghan, you think you could look up someone for me?” he asked walking into Svt’s main meeting room
  • Jeonghan was hunched over some papers planning the next job no doubt
  • without looking up, Jeonghan said
  • “That’s like asking if I like taking naps Jihoon, who do you think I am? All I need is a name-” 
  • “I don’t have her name yet.” 
  • Jeonghan raised an eyebrow swiveling in his chair to face Jihoon 
  • his blue prints and detailed plans fluttering at the sudden movement 
  • “Her?” Jeonghan questioned, teasing smile on his lips  
  • “I can’t work with you.” Jihoon rolled his eyes while walking off to find Seungcheol 
  • “WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘HER’?!?!?” Jeonghan yelled after him smiling 
  • Jihoon had joined Seungcheol’s team a while ago 
  • one of the original members 
  • but the others didn’t really know about him at first 
  • because he kept to himself 
  • usually tinkering with gadgets in his own office in the Svt complex 
  • overlooking the city 
  • overlooking their territory 
  • he also may have held up a gun to Soonyoung’s head when Soonyoung tried to touch him 
  • jokingly 
  • or so everyone would like to think XD 
  • one time Seungkwan had lost a bet to the others 
  • and was dared to go into Jihoon’s office
  • -just to try to learn more about this teammate they didn’t see much of 
  • but they got caught
  • and Seungcheol was scolding them until Jihoon walked out and told them to just order dinner and call it done 
  • and tbh although this cold mafia hacker didn’t easily trust people 
  • that one night where he got to sit down with the whole gang for a meal finally 
  • and although he would never admit it 
  • after being around the whole gang for years 
  • he trusted them with his life 
  • one of the best hackers hands down 
  • sometimes jokingly gets called the cyber shadow 
  • bc he’s Svt’s hidden member 
  • doesn’t go out in the field for most missions 
  • but has a hand in planning, masterminding, and orchestrating the whole thing 
  • didn’t like going out for any jobs anyway
  • that is until he had the proper motivation to

  • you quietly slunk through the security room 
  • attaching your USB to the main computer 
  • uploading the code that would shut off alarms for an hour or until you turned it back on 
  • this job was easy
  • stop the security system long enough to allow your client to rob the facility 
  • once the system was down you called the client 
  • “Yea the systems are down.” 
  • and you leaned back in your chair to monitor the camera systems as your client gang snuck into the facility 
  • “Honestly thought you’d be some social justice warrior but it looks like you’re in this for money.” 
  • you nearly fell out of the chair at the sound of that voice 
  • one you’d never forget 
  • “You!” You pointed at the guy you met that night 
  • he had entered the security room quietly behind you and was leaning against the wall
  • “Yep it’s me.” He smirked setting down a bag 
  • his black hair tousled lightly and hidden behind his hoodie 
  • he might be considered cute or good looking maybe 
  • ahem even though he’s totally not your type 
  • “I mean I do what I do for money too, but I’m surprised you play dirty also.” He laughed taking out a laptop 
  • “What are you doing here?” You say cutting straight to the point 
  • “While you’re helping this small gang live for another day, I’m helping kings grow an empire.” 
  • his smirk was really starting to make your heart flutter annoy you 
  • “and so you’re here because…?” you ask rolling your eyes 
  • “There’s access to the servers from this security room since the facility houses both companies.” 
  • you snort 
  • “You’re trying to hack the credit loan company next door?” You try to hold back giggles 
  • what kind of kings, please you think sarcastically 
  • here you were stealing hundreds of thousands of dollars and he was trying to hack a credit loan company 
  • “Information is much more valuable than money sometimes, a big drug smuggler wired money through this place and I want to know how much.” He shrugs 
  • “Speaking of information…” he says turning to walk right up to your chair  
  • you’re taken back as he walks right up in your face 
  • “What’s your name?” He asks placing a hand on either side of your chair 
  • his weight being balanced on his hands resting on the arm rests of your chair 
  • his eyes inches from yours 
  • “I don’t kiss and tell.” you say not backing down from his stare 
  • it was hard breathing with him so close 
  • he smiled 
  • “Let’s trade info then.” He laughed, “a name for a name.” 
  • “How can I trust you?” You saying tilting your head 
  • he steps back from you finally giving you room to breathe again 
  • “You can’t trust me, but I promise that I actually do keep my word… sometimes” 
  • you looked at him trying to decipher his words 
  • he looked like that joking smirk was forever an aspect of his face 
  • but in his eyes 
  • you thought you saw something genuine 
  • curiosity maybe 
  • or something else 
  • “Fine, my name is y/n.” You give in, “but maybe I’m lying or maybe I’m not.” 
  • “I’m Lee Jihoon.” He said breaking out into a smile before continuing his hacking 
  • at that moment your phone vibrated indicating your clients were done with the job 
  • Jihoon was still bent over his laptop typing away 
  • you thought about his adorable smirk and how it made your heart skip a beat 
  • and you blushed, flustered that he showed you up last time 
  • but this time you’d be the last one laughing 
  • you unhooked your USB that had been preventing the alarms from going off and ignored the warning window 
  • and that was when the security room’s alarms started blaring making Jihoon jump 
  • “Well hate to run while we were having so much fun,” you smirk, “but good luck explaining this to the cops.” 
  • you ran out the room right as the doors locked behind you 
  • as you looked back at him after getting into the car 
  • rather than angry he looked exasperated 
  • and slightly impressed maybe? 
  • you drove off before the police really did appear 

  • “SHE AHAHAHAHA SHE AHAHAHA LOCKED THE ROOM AHAHAHAHA.” Mingyu was dying on the ground laughing 
  • “I swear I might actually shoot you.” Jihoon said blushing 
  • “You have to admit she got you.” Joshua said bringing Jihoon a cup of cola and hiding a smile
  • “Wow she must be something.” Jeonghan chuckled, “When was the last time you were caught off-guard, Jihoon? I can’t remember that ever happening.” 
  • “Luckily you got out before the cops showed.” Seungcheol smiled patting Jihoon on the back 
  • they were all having a tad bit too much with the situation
  • “She must not know who she’s messing with.” Minghao said before getting up
  • “So tell me her name.” Jeonghan snickered
  • “Y/n.” Jihoon said done with everyone
  • “I’ll have her file to you by midnight.” with that the gang dispersed, leaving Jihoon to wonder
  • what kind of person are you?

  • you had a lot more run-ins with “Lee Jihoon” after that night in the security room
  • whether you were out doing little jobs or big ones
  • he always seemed to know where you were
  • “Are you following me?” you asked him one night 
  • the both of you were at city hall
  • you were trying to get into the mayor’s financial plans, info that would sell
  • and he was connecting to the police line
  • “Why would I do that?” he retorted 
  • it was dark so you didn’t see him blushing
  • but he had indeed followed you here
  • he wasn’t sure what it was
  • but you had not only intrigued him and caught his attention
  • but Jeonghan had been unable to dig up anything on you
  • which was almost impossible
  • Jeonghan knew how to get anything on anyone
  • and so Jihoon was here to find out info the old fashion way
  • talking
  • “You seem too smart of a person to be a criminal.” he began looking over your shoulder at the laptop you were working on
  • “So do you.” you respond ducking out from next to him to continue working
  • “I’m not a genius, but I think that if you’re not the best at something, you’ll always put more effort into it.” he shrugged
  • you clicked your laptop shut
  • “Wanna go get coffee?” you said suddenly
  • he looked up in surprise
  • “What?!” 
  • “It’s almost 5am, and from running into you consistently these past few days, I realized I never thanked you for saving me from that guard. I’m not sorry about the security room thing though, that was funny.” you laughed, “but I’m going to go get coffee and if you want I’ll buy you a cup too, that way we’re even.”
  • “I don’t see how coffee makes us even.” he snorted
  • “Fine I’m leaving then.” you briskly turned around and started walking
  • you hear him jog to catch up to you and fall into step next to you
  • “Coffee is better than nothing i suppose.”

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Right Under Their Noses

A/N: An anon request where the reader is really innocent, or she seems to be. She’s an intern for the BAU and does all these things that drive Reid crazy. One day he loses it, one thing leads to another, and some stuff happens at work ;) @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn


It had been three months since Y/N had started at the Bureau as an intern and it was safe to say he was losing his goddamn mind. If she wears that pencil skirt again I’m going to explode. When he looked up, sure enough, there she was, walking out from the elevator in that black pencil skirt that hugged her curves to perfection, accompanied by a purple silk blouse that flowed loosely around her and a delicate silver necklace that ended just above her breasts. She has to know where that draws the eye? Right? 

As she headed toward his desk, he put his head in his hands, hoping to wipe the image of Y/N pinned up against the wall and his lips against her neck out of his mind. But no such luck. “Hey, Spencer,” she greeted. She bit her lip just slightly before she smiled; he’d noticed that she did it with him and with Emily, but no one else. “How are you this morning?”

Besides imagining your legs around my waist and your lips on mine, I’m swell Y/N. But that obviously couldn’t come out of his mouth, so instead he composed himself and decided on something less forward. “I’m okay. A little wired this morning. Probably too much caffeine. But otherwise okay.”

“That’s good,” she said softly, stifling a yawn as she turned toward the coffee maker. “I’m the opposite. I haven’t had any caffeine this morning. After I get a cup for myself is there anything I can help with?”

Y/N was low on the totem pole, even when it came to interns. She was a top-notch cyber hacker, just like Garcia, but she still needed fine-tuning to do what Garcia did, so she was here to work with her, and when Garcia had nothing for her to do, or there was no case, she was supposed to help any other member of the BAU with whatever they needed. A lot of times that meant grabbing coffee, fetching papers, and digging up files from the cabinets downstairs. “Well, if you wouldn’t mind grabbing me another cup of coffee while you’re over there I would appreciate it, and I do need some files from downstairs.”

“No problem.” Spinning on her heels, she headed back to the coffee machine before turning around once more. “You take coffee with your sugar, right?”

“Yea. Bad habit.” When she giggled, everything about her shined even brighter than before. Her soft curls bounced with each laugh. The laugh lines around her eyes crinkled - some might be put off by lines, but to him, they just proved how care free and light-hearted she was, which only made him like her more. Heart-shaped lips opened up into a giant grin. Basically, she smiled with her whole body.

As she finally went to grab coffee, he watched as she hurriedly grabbed cups, placing them where they needed to be before pressing the needed buttons on the machine. In her haste, a piece of her hair fell in front of her face. He watched as she blew a puff of air upward to move the piece of hair, and he couldn’t help but laugh as she repeated the motion over and over again; nothing was working. You must stop doing that. It was embarrassing how badly he had it for her. It was the simple things he did that drove him crazy. When she was running around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to get everything for everyone (and succeeding), she’d place her phone in her bra, so he’d be tortured every time she touched herself. If she put her hair back, he nearly lost it - something about the act of her putting her hair up turned him on. Probably because you’re imagining what she might be doing immediately following putting her hair up.

It was basically pathetic. And it was getting to the point where other people were noticing. Morgan had, on more than one occasion, come up behind him and slapped him on the shoulders, saying he should just go for it because he obviously had it bad. He was so lost in his daydream, imaging her lips around his cock, when she came back with his coffee. Not appropriate, Spencer. “Now what files do you need?” she asked, placing his sugared coffee down on the desk.

Doing his best to keep the images out of his head (and failing miserably), he handed her a list of file numbers that he was looking for. “Okay, I’m still getting used to the system down there, which I think is going to go the way of the dodo soon because Penelope wants to make everything digital, but it’ll take me a bit to find them. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Again, a piece of hair fell in front of her face and she grunted, clearly having what women called a ‘bad hair day.’ “The hair does not want to cooperate with me today.” The laugh that rumbled through her sent delicious shivers up his spine. He was not going to be able to go much longer without at least telling her how he felt about her. Not the I-wanna-fuck-you-up-against-a-wall thing, but the I-think-we-could-be-really-good-together thing.

Quickly, she turned around and put her hair up, sauntering away, leaving Spencer to stare at her ass as she rounded the corner to the staircase. I can’t do it. He stood up from the desk. I have to say something. At least, if she knows and doesn’t feel the same way, I can find a way to move past it. I have to know. She had a few minutes on him, but he’d probably be catching her just as she got to the file room.

Apparently, he’d been in some kind of state (which sucked because he thought he was masking it), because the second he stepped into the file room, Y/N spun around and dropped a file. “Oh, Spencer,” she breathed, “It’s just you. You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he said honestly. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Did you forget a case number you need?” Another thing she did was pushing her tongue up against her teeth when she smiled. There was something about it that was so sweet, he couldn’t help but crush harder anytime he saw her do it. 

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “No, the cases are fine. It’s me.”

“You? What’s you?”

“I like you,” he said. Well, didn’t expect it to come out that quickly. Goddammit. “A lot.”

“Really?” She inhaled sharply, subconsciously placing her hand on her chest. Don’t do that. “Why me? I’m a nobody.” Did she really think that?

“Not to me,” he replied. “Ever since you started, I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re sweet, kind, funny, intelligent, not to mention beautiful.”

“I had no idea you felt that way about me,” she said. “Umm, I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about you too - a lot.” The blush that accompanied that last bit made him think that maybe ‘thinking about him’ meant exactly what he thought it meant.

Well that’s a relief. Locking the door behind him, he closed the space between them and brought her flush against him. At first, the kiss was tentative, feeling things out and trying to see if what they’d built up in their heads was just that or if it was real. He ran his lips up the side of her neck and back toward her lips and felt a jolt roll through him. This was without a doubt real. “Does that camera work?” she asked, looking toward the one camera above their heads. 

“It doesn’t,” he breathed. With the risk of getting caught cut down to almost nothing, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a black, lacy bra, while he hitched up her skirt. Her panties matched. “You’re gorgeous.”

She palmed the bulge in his pants and licked her lips. The gesture was sexual before, but now, he was near explosion. Backing herself into the wall, she lifted her legs up around his waist and pulled the lace to the side. “Are you sure?” he asked. “I don’t want you to think that this is all I want. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t want this too.”

“Everyone has two sides to them, Spencer,” she breathed into his ear. “You said I was sweet. Well, I am, but I can be not so sweet too. I want this. You. Now.” Thank whatever deity existed. He reached down and pushed his boxers off as much as was necessary. When he slid inside her, both let out an audible groan, which they had to stifle for fear of being heard. 

He pushed up, luxuriating in the feel of her legs gripping tighter around his waist. “Go ahead,” she said, biting down gently on his earlobe. “Fuck me while our co-workers are upstairs.” He was pretty sure he was about to explode into a billion little pieces. Her hands had wandered to behind his head, but he really wanted to fulfill that image in his head of taking her up against the wall, so he reached back, grabbed both of her hands and placed them above her head so he was in control. “Oh my god.”

As he pushed up into her wet heat over and over again, the silk blouse fell to the sides revealing taut peaks underneath delicate lace. He buried his face into her chest as she arched back off the wall, moaning his name in his ear. “You’re so wet,” he breathed, licking a trail up her chest and meeting her lips again. 

“For you. I’ve thought very bad things about you since I started.”

“Like what?”

She bore down with her pelvic muscles, constricting his cock in such a way that he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Well, the first thing I thought about was having my lips around your cock.”

He grunted at the thought and pushed into her one last time, before pulling out and spilling into his hand. They were already cutting it close with time and location. The last thing they needed was a mess. She pushed off of him and buttoned her blouse again, fixing her skirt so that no one would be any the wiser, while he cleaned himself up with a tissue. “Now I’m gonna go to the bathroom to clean myself up, but maybe later…”

“Yes,” he said, giving her a kiss and stuffing the tissue into his pocket. “First things first, your lips around me.”

“And then your lips on me.”

So Overwatch announced they were adding Talon’s top hacker to the cast, and I thought “Oh sweet, evil Support character.”

Nope. Offense. 

Then they announced a huge dude who does punches, and I thought, “Well, evil Tank!”

Nope. Offense.

How is Talon a credible threat when their comp is so unbalanced?


Yusaku Fujiki
He Duels against various Duelists using his cool-headed logic as his weapon. His skills as a Duelist are top notch.

The ultimate Dueling stage composed of VR: LINK VRAINS (Link Virtual Reality Artificial Intelligence Network System)

By using “LINK VRAINS” which was built inside the Network System, Duels unfold where Duelists change their appearance separate from their real life identities!

The Charisma Duelists that Yusaku Duels on LINK VRAINS.

Go Onizuka
A Charisma Duelist who looks like a Professional Wrestler. The monsters he uses share an equally powerful appearance!

Blue Angel
An Idol-style Charisma Duelist who charms the audience with her lovely figure. Is the way she Duels as adorable as her appearance!?

Den City: A city in the near future which serves as this show’s setting, nearly everything in it is connected to the megacorp SOL Technology Inc. Its unique gimmick is the VR Duels which the inhabitants enjoy.

People Who Live In Den City

Shouichi Kusanagi: The Mysterious Hot Dog Vendor
While he looks like an ordinary mid-city hot dog vendor, his real identity is that of a top-notch hacker who supports Playmaker’s Duels.

Akira Zaizen: SOL Technology Inc.’s Security Chief
An elite member of the the Security team for the city and its Virtual Reality infrastructure. He spends every day protecting the city against hackers.

A New Story That Ties Together 2 Worlds

Yusaku’s appearance in “LINK VRAINS”. Behold a never-before-seen Duel as he rides his D-Board!

The Mysterious Life Form
A life form surronded in mystery that appears before Yusaku. Due to certain circumstances, it appears to be on the run from SOL Technology Inc.

twentyeightghosts  asked:

I SAW YOUR "#cyberpunk baze x chirrut?" TAG AND NOW I'M THINKING -- chirrut as the badass techno-monk still loyal to his destroyed order, baze as a Bodyguard For Hire With A Big Gun, ughhhhh i can see it so clearly in my head and i love it

Star Wars is basically one step away from cyberpunk anyway, just add more neon and stick everyone on one planet instead of a billion, et voilà.

Chirrut works as a technomancer, able to communicate with and manipulate computers directly without needing code or terminals or cybernetic implants. He came by his abilities not through the self-taught survival-of-the-fittest lessons of the street, nor through sinister experimentation by one of the Megacorps, but through good old-fashioned techno-religion. His bond with the very web of cyberspace becomes the stuff of legends on both the mainstream and shadow ‘nets. This flickering presence known as The Monk, who slips through firewalls and cyber sentries like so much tissue paper, who runs his digital fingers through classified archives and top-security files pretty much whenever and however he pleases, whose reported exploits far exceed the number of places he’s actually been in.

Even glimpsing his avatar requires feats of hacking accessible only to the top tiers of hackers, the legends say, and a confirmed Monk sighting goes onto a person’s net profile like an elite badge of honor, good for both reputations and credit accounts. The legends have also embroidered the description of Chirrut’s avatar way beyond the actual mask of bits and bytes that he assumes when he goes into cyberspace - he particularly enjoys the fanfics that feature flames, or improbably giant swords, or improbably glowing armor, or all three at once - but most of them eventually boil down to a few common threads: a beautiful man with Chinese features, wearing traditional robes, disarming your defenses in a single glance of his eerie, blank white eyes.

But as invincible as The Monk may be in cyberspace, commanding the very hardware of its machinery to bend to his will, he has a weakness. Which is simply the weakness of any hacker, down to the most ordinary - when he’s plugged in, he can’t defend his own body.

Company enforcers know that. Rival hackers know that. Anyone Chirrut has ever crossed, from the Megacorp that bought out and razed his religious order, to the most recent two-bit mob boss he humiliated and laid bare to the sharks of the underworld, and continuing on down the list, knows that.

So that’s where Baze comes in. 

Baze - to put it in the simplest terms - has a really big gun.

He started life as a fully organic, ordinary genetic human. That’s all ancient history by now, seriously - the reason why his Wuxing IST-Tech 45 plasma-cell cannon has so much concentrated firepower, and why it’s so deadly accurate in his hands, is because strictly speaking, there’s no boundary between the cannon and his hands. Cybernetic implants in his limbs, his body, his eyes - even his brain - turn him into a living weapon, one that maintains the firepower and accuracy even if by some miracle he’s separated from his primary weapon. 

His reputation takes longer to grow and spread than Chirrut’s, in part because it’s a fair few years before anyone realizes the quiet-but-menacing mercenary with minor-but-solid street cred operating in a single medium-size city within the Sino-Pacific Trade Group is connected to the much-rumored but somehow even more elusive bodyguard of the internationally-famous Monk. Is, in fact, the same person. (Chirrut still likes to gleefully send him text strings from shadow ‘net forums regarding wild conspiracy theories pulling together highly improbable shreds of evidence to pinpoint the entirely wrong person as the identity of The Monk’s Protector.)

As Chirrut’s daring deeds spread across cyberspace, undermining corporate structures, propping up rebellions, sabotaging exploitative operations, declawing predators and giving teeth to prey, so too does the manhunt for The Monk. Over the years, Baze stops taking as many merc jobs that require him to leave Chirrut’s side, because he simply cannot trust that his partner won’t hook into the ‘net while he’s gone, dancing with wild abandon across the strands of the matrix that runs their world. And, incidentally, leaving himself a completely empty physical shell lying comatose amongst cushions on the floor of their shared apartment. A heavily fortified apartment, but still.

After one particularly long week, which features three highway chases, four days of hopping from safehouse to safehouse, thirty hired hitmen (spaced out over the week), too much expended ammunition to bear thinking about, and a fuckload of cleanup - flesh-eating nanobots do not come cheap, let me tell you, and neither do plasma cartridges - Baze decides to say something. 

“You could at least take a few paying jobs, since I can’t anymore,” he grumbles while he takes one of his guns apart for maintenance. “Thanks to you,” he adds, because sometimes it takes many repetitions of an idea for Chirrut to come to grips with it.

“Yes, we will eventually starve. Soon I will be nothing but an insubstantial ghost, just a spirit swaying in the digital breeze, blown wherever the matrix wills it. I think I’d make quite an attractive ghost, don’t you think?” Chirrut says, leaning back from his meditation pose and stretching, tilting his chin up and exposing a delicious stretch of throat that has Baze clamping down on a highly annoyed spark of lust. “You, on the other hand, would make for quite a large lump of a corpse, come to think of it. Hmm.”

Baze snorts. “You didn’t act like you were kissing a corpse last night,” he says, and Chirrut waves a hand.

“No, no, you’re right. I prefer you in non-corpse-form. Very well then,” and he unfolds with the startling grace that he has - the same physical capability that’s stymied more than one assassin expecting an infirm, out-of-shape hacker - and bounds over to fold into Baze’s lap, who hastily retracts the gun into his arm compartment. Chirrut cups his cheek, running light fingers over exposed metal ridges and surgery scarring. “For you, my beloved, I will take a paying contract. How much should the Monk charge for his services, I wonder?”

Baze raises an eyebrow under Chirrut’s hand, not bothering to conceal his surprise at his partner’s easy capitulation. “For you? You could probably ask for anything you want. Couple million creds, to start with, and going up from there.”

Chirrut’s pupils contract in the way that indicates he’s pulling something up on his internal HUD. “I have here a humble request,” he says, stretching out the word ‘humble.’ “From someone designating herself Mon Mothma. Came in just a few hours ago.”

Baze raises his other eyebrow. Mon Mothma of Alliance Corp? Everyone in the shadow world knows by now it’s just a front for one of the many proletarian movements seeking to break the grip of the oligarchy. Ironic that she’s funding it with wealth gained through her own corporation. But she can pay handsomely. 

Chirrut bends forward to kiss his eyebrows. “I take it you approve.”

“You’ve vetted it already,” Baze says. 

Chirrut scoffs. “You could have left that thought unvoiced and saved yourself the energy,” he says, and Baze rolls his eyes.

“When’s the verification meeting?”

“Tomorrow, in the Prosperity District. At a very nice café for the finest tea in the region, the reviews tell me.” 

Right in the heart of downtown, in the shadow of every major Megacorp skyscraper in the SPTG. Baze sighs. “I’ll get out your good suit. Try not to get yourself killed.”

“Mon Mothma asked for you, too. By name.” Chirrut smiles radiantly, inordinately pleased for no reason Baze can think of. 

He grunts and wraps his hands around Chirrut’s waist. “We’ll have to pull the rich-asshole-and-his-bodyguard act again.” Baze’s visible modifications aren’t unusual in the bowels of the city, down at street level, but would stand out as unspeakably gauche if he tried to pass himself off as a plutocrat on the 200th floor of some shiny fuck-off corporate complex.

“If we must,” Chirrut dismisses. Then he pushes Baze flat on the floor and slides down, grin glittering wickedly, and proceeds to make Baze prove - repeatedly - that he is very much, definitely, decidedly not a corpse.

(Sidenote: Baze does in fact own a super rad cyberpunk motorcycle that leaves neon streaks in the darkness when he and Chirrut ride through the rain-soaked alleys of their city, because the Rule Of Cool turned the knob up to 11 on this pair, and everyone knows it.)

The T-Room

Co Author: BUDDY!!! WHO ELSE OTHER THAN MY BEST FRIEND AND AN AMAZING AUTHOR?!?! Buddy you’re amazing and thank you for everything without you this fic would’ve gone nowhere!!!!

Markiplier, Ethan, Tyler

Summary: Ethan is a hacker for a strict corporation. If you screw up, you’re sent to the infamous ’T-Room’. Everyone who goes in comes out different. Quiet, obedient. Changed. No one knows what happens in there…and today, Ethan makes a huge mistake. [WARNING THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]

I love feedback! Critique is greatly appreciated! HOLY SHIT THIS IS LONG! 4825 WORDS!! LOOOOOONG FIC! Also Buddy is amazing and made this 1000% better. 

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shadeofazmeinya  asked:

one word prompt thingy: gavin, pain, any au you want :)

He’s the Golden Boy with the Silver Tongue, the negotiator, the sweet talker. Ramsey’s precious boy. He’s known for his pristine dress, his silk designer shirts, the $400 jeans, the golden framed sunglasses and sun bleached hair. He’s spoiled. He’s unrelenting. He’s Gavin Free.

He doesn’t get involved in the action all that much. He’s squeamish. He’s fidgety in a fight. He leaves the blood and guns to the others of the crew. Not even Geoff gets involved in firefights all that much. There are some positions in a crew that don’t require senseless violence, and Gavin would prefer to keep it that way.

When he’s on the field, working a job, collecting a payment, dealing out threats, the crew try to keep him out of danger. He has other uses beyond his tongue. He’s a top notch hacker as well.

So if a heist should all go to shit, Gavin is usually far away by the time that happens, shoved into the front seat of a car as it speeds away. He’s lucky he’s avoided the bloodshed this far into being with the crew.

But luck always runs out.

The crew they’re dealing with is a shifty one. Geoff can’t get a good read on them, so he sends Gavin down with some protection to see what he can learn. Immediately, Gavin can tell it won’t end well. The gang leader he’s dealing with seems like a twitchy man. He’s sweating a bit. Could be from the heat of the day. Could be from something he’s nervous about. But the conversation Gavin has with him goes swimmingly. He’s cooperative. He’s honest–as honest as Gavin can tell. He’s not making things difficult for Gavin. Which also puts Gavin on edge.

“I don’t like this,” he hears Ryan say through the earpiece. “It’s too easy.”

But Gavin keeps up the act, smiles like nothing is wrong. Don’t let them catch onto you. Don’t let them doubt you.

The meeting comes to an end. Nothing bad happens. There’s no shoot out. No quick shots taken. Ryan is tense. Gavin keeps his own posture stress free and unassuming. Maybe they’ll get away. Maybe he read this entire situation the wrong–

He hears beeping, the pitches coming in quicker and quicker succession. He looks for the sound and notices a charge on the crates where they’re walking. Just before it goes off, Ryan shoves into him, a large arm thrown about his waist and carrying him off as far as he could before the blast went off.

The blast that close is deafening and blinding. All Gavin can hear is a ringing in his ears. Pain lances up his back and the back of his head. He groans and rolls onto his side. HIs sunglasses are a few feet away from him, blown off in the blast, cracked beyond repair. The ringing in his ears makes it difficult to pinpoint where the sounds of gunshots are coming from. If he’s in trouble, if he should reach for his gun.

He shakes his head, tries to gain his bearings. And then he sees Ryan sprawled out next to him. His eyes are closed beneath the mask. He’s bleeding sluggishly from a wound on his shoulder. Gavin moves his aching body over to him and leans up on his knees. He presses down on the wound, a poor attempt at staunching until the backup arrives.

When the other members of the crew arrive and clean out the place, Gavin and Ryan are taken directly back to the tower to be seen to. Gavin is given a diagnosis of a mild concussion. Ryan’s arm is patched up and stiffly bound against his chest. They’re both on bedrest until the doctor gives them the all clear.

It takes a while to wash the blood off of his hands that night. Scrubbing, scrubbing, scrubbing until the water is no longer pink. He sits at Ryan’s bedside that night before lying down on the bed covers, careful not to disturb him. And just as he begins to doze off, he feels Ryan slip his unbound hand into his.

anonymous asked:

Are headcanons still open? Cuz if so i'd LOVE to see how the RFA would react to MC being a pro LOLOL player?


  • Its not like he’s against you playing
  • but he’s against you playing
  • War flashbacks to all the times Yoosung neglected his health
  • “Babe,,, are you,, taking care of yourself?”
  • Takes a bit of explaining that being a pro gamer gave you opportunities to travel to a lot of new places and talk to different people
  • After it all, he thinks it’s pretty cool that you game, as long as you’re taking care of yourself and giving him enough attention
  • Teases Yoosung about it all the time, “Why can’t you be productive and play LOLOL like MC?”
  • He always goes to support you at conventions and tournaments
  • Always ends up getting extremely jealous of all the men that talk to you and praise you
  • Stays by your side the entire time, and will randomly show some PDA so others get the hint
  • Wishes he could talk to you about LOLOL, because you love it so much
  • but he’s so clueless ??
  • Brings meals to you on days where you’re staying up later to play
  • He’ll sometimes watch you play for a while, but he’ll never play himself. He knows his ego would get bruised so bad.
  • Super impressed with speed runs. “Woah MC, how do you defeat that boss so fast ??”
  • Always popping up on your livestreams and Youtube videos
  • Isn’t ever going to understand gamer culture


  • He didn’t believe Seven when he told him you were the best female LOLOL gamer
  • It had to be one of his pranks. I mean, what were the chances of him meeting his idol
  • But when you mentioned you played LOLOL, he couldn’t help but ask you
  • This man was so starstruck ?? He couldn’t hold a proper conversation with you for days
  • He would always ask you for tips and advice just as an excuse to talk to you
  • “So MC, what gear and sub-specials did you use?” “What weapon do you suggest me using?” “Can you give me a walk through on how to defeat this boss?”
  • “Yoosung, I literally just uploaded a video about that,”
  • “Oh right,” 
  • He brags to his guild members about you all. the. time.
  • Whenever you livestream, he’s there playing beside you. He loves having an audience watch him.
  • You guys are pulling all nighters every weekend. And always getting scolded by Zen and Jaehee.
  • Feels like he’s in heaven whenever you allow him to use your gaming equipment. Swears that if he could afford equipment like yours, he would be the best player.
  • Secretly logs into your account when he wants to play because you unlocked the best gear and weapons


  • oh no
  • it’s Yoosung 2.0
  • Totally against it, until she realized you were able to do something you love with living comfortably
  • You might have been able to pull all nighters before
  • But not with Jaehee. You bet she isnt going to have it. She’s gonna take care of you.
  • Makes sure you eat proper meals and doesn’t stay up past 12am playing
  • Will even give you a back and neck message if you’re feeling sore from sitting in the chair all day
  • Doesn’t understand the appeal of video games, but thinks playing is okay, as long as it’s in moderation.
  • I mean the most she plays is mobile apps on slow days at the cafe
  • Teases you and Yoosung whenever you guys geek out over any new content
  • Actually thinks it’s so adorable when you gush over it, though
  • Adds a new coffee to her menu, inspired by you
  • Sweet with multiple espresso shots. For gamers™


  • When you tell him you play LOLOL for a living, he gets so into it
  • Or at least, the business side of it
  • He’s so intrigued and asks you so many questions
  • “I don’t know, Jumin… I just game?”
  • Doesn’t understand why Yoosung doesn’t make gaming a career, too
  • You were able to convince him to play with you once before
  • Poor boy, gets so flustered with how many buttons to press and how quickly he has to do it. pls help this man.
  • He actually enjoys it though. Not because he likes the game, but because he likes to hear you laugh
  • Makes an effort to understand video game culture, because you enjoy it so much
  • Buys you all the latest equipment
  • Loves sitting beside you with Elizabeth the 3rd on his lap, and watch you play


  • Saeyoung isn’t active in the LOLOL community like Yoosung is
  • So he doesn’t bother to know who the top players are
  • So when you challenged him in a match, he was going to so easy on you
  • Underestimate you until you kicked his ass in a minute tops
  • “Hacker God has been dethroned and accepted defeat,”
  • Builds you a whole new gaming set because he loves you that much
  • You both tease Yoosung to no end about how much better you are
  • Loves to see you rage when you play. He thinks it’s the funniest thing ever.
  • He’s gonna troll you on an alt account just to see it
  • This man loves, loves, loves going to conventions with you
  • He’s going to show up cosplayed as your character
  • Your favorite cheerleader, Saeyoung Choi
  • Demands a standing ovation whenever you win
  • Isn’t going to put with any ‘video games aren’t for girls’ nonsense
  • “Saeyoung, you can’t just give someone a virus because they said one mean thing online,”

rippp i got this request finished tuesday,, but i lost all my progress and had to rewrite it ;-; feelzbad

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Spot sighed as he sat down. For a second, he closed his eyes and simply breathed. Today was a mess and all he wanted was to go to the secluded rocks by the shore and take a nap while listening to the waves. Instead, he was sitting in a rest area of a stuffy mall that was too loud and too bright.

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anarchycox  asked:

Merlahad -- merlin missing something and is sure that harry had taken it.

He had put it right there, had lain it out so he could wear it the next day, and it was gone. His favourite jumper, the soft, dark grey military one with the dark brown. He always enjoyed wearing it to work on Fridays, and today was a Friday, but it seemed as though Merlin would have to go about the day without his Friday jumper.

He instead put on his Monday jumper (a light grey one) and left for the shop, not wanting to be late.

As he took the tube to the estate, Merlin suddenly remembered what Harry’s assignment was for the day, and a spark of irritation made its way into Merlin’s temples. He went straight to the handler division and went to Nimue’s station, and lo and behold, Harry was wearing his favourite Friday jumper.

He moved forward to speak into the comms. “Harry, what the hell are you doing wearing my clothes?”

Without missing a beat, Harry replied, “I’m supposed to be a top computer hacker, darling, and this is my costume.”

Merlin ignored the choked back laughter coming from Nimue.

So, Yusaku’s pretty cool so far, but you know what I really want to see from him, above all else?

Weakness. His memories are gone, his best and only friend has a gaping hole in his heart where his brother used to be, he’s routinely combating a cutthroat group of cyber terrorists and now also has the ire of his world’s largest corporation. He nearly died twice in his first onscreen duel. And all this while still having to attend school and act like everything is normal. Can you imagine…can you even BEGIN to comprehend the strain that must put on a person?

This constant fear that he’s not good enough, that any second could be his last, be it because the Knights of Hanoi or SOL get the better of him in a duel, or because he doesn’t cover his tracks well enough and they track him down in reality (a very prevalent fear. He’s a teenager, up against a bunch of top-class hackers and the best operatives a megacorp can buy). The constant grief, the sorrow that permeates his very being at all times, that he never allows himself to release. The constant hatred, what seems like his primary motivator, it empowers him, but undoubtedly eats away at him all the same. The constant lethargy, his detachment from the world, as if the only thing that matters is his conflict with the Knights. There is SO much drama to milk in this setup, and frankly the last thing I want is for the writers to go for a for a main character that can take all this strain without it getting to him. Because it SHOULD get to him. It’s what makes him human, what makes him relatable, what makes him interesting. What we’ve gotten of Yusaku so far is good, but we need to see another side to him.