#GPS Handhelds

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[garminstoreid]

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[asexual-levia-tan]

im kinda annoyed when i hear people talking about "why isnt ml for console?"

did you. did you forget about the entire gps mechanic of the game. you do remember quadratum, the world of fiction, looks basically like our real life right? the world that you get to by passing through the astral realm? you remember that part right? its literally the entire basis of the closed beta?

i am sympathetic to people not having a phone to run it though. im not 100% sure mine will be able to run it. but for people who are complaining only because they don't like mobile games its like. *gestures* the gps mechanic

[friendtechbd]

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[the-griffons-saddlebag]

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[another-lost-mc]

When MC Drives For Them on a Road Trip

THE DEMON BROTHERS

1.7k words | NSFW | gn!Reader

Content warnings: Mostly lots of fluff and family dynamics, minor cursing. Some suggestive content but nothing explicit.

A/N: I think they'd appreciate the novelty of MC driving them on a road trip in the human world. I think they'd find it attractive too.

LUCIFER

He offers to drive if you don't want to because his main priority is that you enjoy yourself.

If you insist on driving, he wants to sit in the passenger seat, and he'll play play rock-paper-scissors if that's what it takes.

If you need directions, he reads them off your phone for you instead of using the GPS.

He adjusts the trip so you drive along the scenic routes instead of the busy freeways—it's nicer for sight-seeing.

(And it's a convenient excuse to spend more time with you if you're the only ones in the car.)

He won't admit it, but he's concerned about the other terrible drivers out there so he'll choose whatever route avoids the busiest highways if he can.

He tells you that you can listen to whatever music you like, but he’s very happy if you choose to play something more suited to his tastes.

If you place your free hand across the gear shift, he'll lace his fingers with yours, even if his brothers in the back seat whine or tease him about it.

If you go on an evening drive together, there's a very good chance you'll end up making out after he drags you into his lap.

He likes to get you worked up, and then he smirks when you drive back faster than necessary.

MAMMON

He's willing to drive for you too, even though the others will complain about it.

They tell you that he's so reckless when he drives, but you've never seen anything like that in your experience.

(He drives slower and safer because you're in the car with him.)

He's also willing to play rock-paper-scissors for the front seat, and he’ll start offering bribes to whoever won if they’ll let him have their spot.

He turns the volume up if you want to listen to music in the car—he says it helps drown out the losers stuck in the back seat.

He usually puts on the playlist you made together so it's the perfect blend of both your favourite music.

If any of his brothers are in the car, he doesn't hesitate to offer you his hand across the gear shift.

If you're alone, he'll rest his hand on your thigh or he'll stretch his arm across the back of your seat.

He's too distracted chatting with you to offer to help with directions, so you'll need your GPS for that.

He won't complain about your driving at all—he might even encourage you to drive faster.

He will 100% will make out with you in the car, and if he's feeling particularly riled up, he might ask you to ride him in the front seat, or he'll fuck you against the hood.

LEVIATHAN

He doesn't mind sitting in the back seat—the glare from the windshield can be annoying if he wants to play his handheld.

If he's not watching a livestream on his phone, he might request to listen to playlist of his favourite anime opening/ending songs.

(You already have it on your phone, sometimes you listen to it when you miss him.)

He thinks it's hot cool that you know how to drive, but he won't admit it.

He might joke that it's a good thing you're a better driver in the human world than you are playing Devil Kart.

If you pretend to be offended, he gets flustered and stutters when he tries to apologize.

Depending on how well he slept the night before your trip, he might doze off beside you even though he tries to stay awake.

He spends half the trip glancing at you nervously and wiping his clammy hands on his pant leg before he clears his throat dramatically and holds his hand palm-up over the gear shift.

He stares out the window and pretends he doesn't care what you do, but you can tell he's smiling when you take his hand in yours.

He's too anxious to initiate anything in the car, but he will fall to pieces if you suggest he gets in the back seat.

He turns beet-red when you tell him it'll be more comfortable to blow him or ride him back there, and he fumbles with his seatbelt in his haste to switch seats.

SATAN

He would prefer to sit in the front seat with you, but he won't throw too much of a fit if he can't.

The exception being: if Lucifer ends up sitting next to you, Satan will sit behind him and kick the back of his seat throughout the entire trip.

He feigns innocence when you glance at him over your shoulder, but you hear his quiet grumble about how Lucifer started it (even when he didn't).

It's so much worse if Lucifer, Satan and Belphie are in the car together.

Lucifer insists that their antics are too disruptive for you and it usually devolves into him warning them to behave or else.

All you have to do is threaten to withhold cuddles/napping together/kissing and they (mostly) behave themselves after that.

Satan prefers to keep the radio volume low because he'd rather talk to you than listen to music.

He brought a book with him, but more often than not it ends up ignored on his lap while you chat for most of the drive instead.

He'll reach for your hand if it's free, or he'll rest his hand on your thigh if it's not.

He's the one climbing into the back seat and trying to drag you back there with him as soon as you've parked the car somewhere partially secluded.

ASMODEUS

He likes sitting in the front seat where the sun is bright and warm, and he likes being able to stretch out and relax.

He buys you new sunglasses, even if you have your own.

They match the new ones he bought himself, and he likes to compliment how good they look on you.

(He gets annoyed if Mammon any of his brothers try to wear them, he bought them for you.)

He'll sing along with whatever music is playing.

He gets a little flustered when you compliment his singing, so don't be surprised if he scrolls through your playlist and croons out a sappy love ballad to get you worked up in retaliation.

If you're not listening to music, he scrolls through his social media feeds and updates you on the latest gossip.

He's also taking lots of pictures and videos of human world scenery and neat things he sees along the way.

He takes a lot of pictures of you, too.

He likes to hold your hand while you drive.

If he feels particularly affectionate, he tells you quietly how much he appreciates spending quality time with you like this.

He's not as fond of car quickies—a heated make out session to tease you is as far as he normally pushes things.

After a long drive, he's more interested in drawing a warm bath for both of you so you can relax properly after being cramped in the car all day.

Besides, he'd rather take his time when he shows his appreciation for you between soft sheets on a comfortable bed.

BEELZEBUB

You basically give him the passenger seat by default because you know he'd be too cramped in the back seat.

He feels bad if the others whine about it, and he'll offer to switch seats if that means they'll stop bothering you.

Of course, that's very nice of him to offer, but no, they can deal with it.

He feels bad chatting with you too much because he thinks it's distracting, but he's more talkative if you reassure him it's fine.

He packed a lot of snacks for the trip, but most of them are in the backseat or the trunk.

If he keeps them in the front seat, they won't last very long.

If you see a farmer's stand along a country road, you pull over so he can look at whatever's for sale.

You figure buying fresh fruit or home-baked goods is better than buying junk at a gas station, and Beel appreciates the snack variety.

He doesn't buy a lot of souvenirs on these types of trips because he spends a lot of money on buying food to share with you instead.

Trips with Beel take a bit longer because of food-related detours, but the others enjoy them too even if they don't want to admit it.

They like knowing you're well-fed and rested if you're driving, and they can trust Beel take care of you in that way.

If he's feeling frisky, Beel's more likely to press you against the hood or side of the car if he wants to kiss you (or more).

He still prefers to you to bed properly once you've both had a shower and a snack together.

BELPHEGOR

He won't put up much of a fight for the front seat since the back is more comfortable for napping.

If it's just the two of you, he sits up front with a neck pillow (that you bought him), and you keep the music volume low if he's napping.

He's interested in the new places you explore together, and he likes picking up little souvenirs from your travels.

You offer to stop if he sees an interesting tourist attraction so he can take photos (usually of you, and Beel if he's there too).

He forgets to bring sunglasses with him which means he usually asks to borrow yours.

Sometimes he gives them back, sometimes he doesn't.

He'll hold your hand while you drive, or he'll trace little shapes into the top of your thigh to tease you.

He might rile you up on purpose so that you're a squirmy, needy mess.

If you drive somewhere secluded and pull over, he lays across the back seat and pulls you on top of him.

Kissing him is slow and lazy and indulgent, but if you ask him nicely, he'll make sure you're sated before you have to drive again.

[literatecowboy]

Gasolina y Adrenalina

The 141 break into your house. Whoops! A Gaz x F!Reader fic Warnings: violence, guns, human traffickers, eventual smut, home invasion, fast as fuck cars, dead parents, angst, misunderstanding to lovers

1. A Little Less Boy Next Door, A Little More Home Invader

“...okay, I have an address for you.” Laswell’s voice crackled through Price’s comms. He sat forward in the driver’s seat of the stolen sedan, making Ghost glance at him from the passenger’s seat. 

“Direct me,” he said, one hand leaving the wheel as he passed Ghost the small, handheld GPS. As Laswell recited coordinates, Gaz sat forward in the backseat. 

“What should we expect to walk into?” he asked, concern in his voice as he glanced over at Soap, who was bleeding and half-conscious in the seat beside him. 

“Old mentor of mine from the CIA. He’s been retired for a while but is always willing to lend a hand. I tried calling ahead, but there was no answer. I have on good authority there’s a key hidden at the base of the birdbath in the front yard.” Laswell said. 

“Captain Walker? I haven’t seen him since he walked without a cane and his daughter was little. It’ll be nice to see him again, despite the circumstances.” Price said.

The GPS settled on a route, and Price pushed down harder on the gas pedal as they hurdled across the night. 

—

You couldn’t sleep. 

As shuffled through the living room on your way back from the kitchen to get a glass of water, a glint of light caught your eye. Your heart broke all over again as you reached on top of the fireplace and gathered the simple urn containing your father’s ashes in trembling hands. 

You’d picked him up earlier that day. At least now he’d be able to be beside your mother once more. 

You put his urn back into its place, scooting it closer to your mother’s. Being alone in the world was suffocating. A car wreck had snuffed him from existence just two weeks ago and you could still hardly stomach your new reality. 

In less than a month your life had collapsed. Your fiancee was the first to leave, along with most of your former friends. You’d lost your job, your apartment. And after moving back in with your father, you’d lost him too. 

You padded back to your room, the great weight that you carried seeming to become even heavier. As you slipped into bed once more, you shut your eyes and tried to shut out the world. 

A noise pierced the darkness. Your eyes cracked open as two car doors slammed outside. The sound of male voices, indistinct and far away, drifted through your open window. 

You sat up and swung your legs over the bed, foregoing your slippers this time. If the cops found your dead body stuffed into your dad’s old novelty fish slippers, you’d be embarrassed. Crossing the room in an instant, you flung open your closet. 

You had a shotgun loaded and were halfway down the stairs in the blink of an eye. Even though he was gone, you were still your father’s daughter. 

You tensed as the sound of a key slotting into a lock echoed from the front door. There was a twist, then a click, and the door swung open. Coyotes began to yap and yowl in the distance. They were chasing prey. 

Boots clomped across your threshold and your breath caught in your throat. This had never actually happened before. You made it to the bottom of the stairs, silent as a kangaroo rat, and took a deep, shaky breath. The boots kept clomping toward you. You rounded the corner and aimed the shotgun at the head of the boots’ owner. 

“One more step and I’ll-”

He grabbed the gun, forcing the muzzle up toward the ceiling and slammed you back into the wall, knocking your head into a picture frame and sending it to the ground where it shattered. You wailed in pain, the fight leaving your body as you tried to slide free from his grasp, letting go of your shotgun. Your assailant tossed it aside and pinned you to the wall by your wrists. 

“Who are you?” he yelled as you shied away from him, not daring to look him in the face. 

“Just take what you want and leave!” you wailed, tears falling from your eyes as you did your best to squirm away from him. 

“Where’s Captain Walker?” he shouted. 

“Dead!” you screamed, your vision blurring as your knees gave out. The man holding you to the wall let go of you and you collapsed to the ground, sobbing into your hands. 

“Gaz, what’s going on?” a voice echoed through your entryway. Another man joined the one who’d pinned you. You shied away as he knelt beside you. 

“Came at me with a shotgun. Says Captain Walker is dead. Don’t know what to make of her,” Gaz said, picking up the shotgun he’d tossed aside before clearing the chambers. 

“It’s alright, love. Not going to hurt you,” the other man said. He offered a hand but you didn’t take it, wiping the tears from your eyes to take them in. As the second man got a good look at your face, recognition flashed across his features. 

“I’ll be damned. You’re Walker’s daughter, aren’t you?” he asked. You nodded stiffly, your eyes snapping to the doorway as a large man came in, a second man in his arms. 

“I’m sorry to barge in on you like this. We were expecting your father. Has he…passed?” the man asked, drawing your attention back to him. You heard the door shut and lock in the entryway. 

“Two weeks ago,” you said, your voice breaking as tears rushed into your eyes again. “Who are you? What do you want with my dad? Why did you break into my house?” you asked, sniffling as indignation began to seep into your voice. 

“I’m an old friend of your father’s. He offered this place as a refuge should any of his friends ever need it. I have a man hurt and we need a place to lie low for a little while.” he said. You stood shakily, looking around your living room at the chaos. 

“The damage is…done. But I want proof. Who are you?” you asked. 

“John Price of the SAS. I can put you in contact with a former subordinate of your father’s to confirm everything. Do you know Kate Laswell?” Price asked as he stood with you. 

“Laswell. I…never called her,” you breathed. Price’s brow furrowed. “After he passed.” you explained. He nodded. 

“I’ll take care of that. Right now, rest. You’ve had an eventful night,” Price said, turning to Gaz. “Can you help get her settled?” he asked. You flinched as your gaze met Gaz’s. He nodded, and as Price stepped away to help tend to his wounded, he approached. 

“I’m sorry, love. You gave me quite the fright there,” he said with a small smile, offering his hand. You took it reluctantly. 

“You scared me too,” you said, unable to meet his eyes as he lead you into the kitchen. 

“I am sorry. Don’t quite know what to say, if I’m honest. I’ve never mucked up a first impression on a woman quite so badly,” he said, pulling a chair at the kitchen table out for you. The lights in the house had been turned on and you watched as he snagged a few bags of frozen peas from your freezer. 

“It’s not the worst first impression I’ve ever had of a man,” you offered after a minute to break the silence. 

“There’s a story there,” Gaz said as he settled the peas onto your bruising wrists. 

“My financ-- ex fiance and I met when he collapsed on my desk at work and threw up on my brand new shoes,” you said, unable to stop the giggle that slipped from your lips. Gaz laughed, returning to you with a glass of water. 

“Christ, that’s horrendous. Was he drunk?” he asked, pushing the glass into your hands. 

“Nope. I used to work at a pharmacy in a hospital. He came to pick up medication after being discharged, but apparently wasn’t ready to go yet,” you said, picking up the glass in a shaking hand. As soon as you’d downed it, you rose. 

“I’m going to get some rest,” you said, turning to go. 

“Are you sure you don’t need anything else?” Gaz asked, surging forward to be at your side. You flinched, doing your best to keep the peas balanced on your wrists. 

“No. Thank you,” you said, offering a wry smile as you headed for the stairs. 

As soon as you were out of sight, Gaz sighed. There was a weak chuckle from the living room and he caught Soap’s eye. 

“Ye think she’s bonnie, don’t ye?” he teased weakly. Gaz felt blood rush to his face and his ears felt hot. 

“You’re on pain meds, mate. Noticing things that aren’t there,” he said. He fiddled with the shells he’d taken from your shotgun absentmindedly, sitting down on the couch that was the furthest away from Soap. 

“It’s true, though, she is bonnie. Almost as bonnie as you, LT,” Soap slurred, his hand coming to rest on Ghost’s thigh. Ghost merely stood, glaring down at the Scot before going to sit beside Gaz. 

“Tough crowd,” whined Soap.

—

You woke the next morning to light streaming in through your windows and knocking at your bedroom door. Sleep had hit you hard the night before and you sat up, rubbing your eyes and struggling to adjust to consciousness. Your wrists were sore and the thawed bags of peas had dropped to the ground. The knocking came again

You slid your feet into the fish slippers and padded to the door, opening it and gazing at your visitor. Gaz stood before you, a plate in his hands. 

“Did I wake you?” he asked, stepping back as he took in your sleepy form. You nodded. 

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. You took him in. He was still wearing the clothes he’d been in the night before, sans gear. He was covered in grime and dried sweat and smelled a little. 

“You didn’t shower?” you asked. Gaz paused, taken aback. 

“Suppose we didn’t think to,” he said. You stood in silence for a moment, awkwardness filling the hallway. 

“I made breakfast. I thought you might want some,” he said after a beat, seeming to remember why he’d woken you in the first place. He held out the plate as if in offering to a god - almost timidly, with great reverence. You smiled and took it, snagging a slice of apple from the edge. 

“Of course I want some. Who in their right mind turns down breakfast, even if it is from an intruder?” you asked. Gaz laughed a little and followed you as you left your room, headed for the kitchen table.

The rest of the men seemed to have already eaten, and you noticed that like Gaz, none of them had showered. You cringed internally at the thought of the sweat and grime permeating your furniture. 

“Good morning,” Captain Price greeted as you sat down at the kitchen table, tucking into your food. 

“Morning. You know, if you guys are going to be here, you might as well make use of the entire place,” you said. “I’ve got guest bedrooms - there’s no need to sleep on the couch and the floor. There’s four bathrooms in this house. Go get cleaned up, you can throw your clothes in the wash. My dad’s closet is yours to raid,” you said. 

“Think she’s sayin’ you stink, Ghost,” the wounded man with the Scottish accent wheezed from the corner. You felt heat rush to your face. 

“No, no, nothing like that. It’s just…if you were friends of my dad, then I want to treat you how he would’ve - with open arms,” you said, embarrassed. 

“You dad was a good man, love. I’m sorry to have barged in on you like this. Would’ve left right away had we any other choice,” Price admitted. 

“Honestly? If you’re going to keep waking me up to freshly made pancakes, you can stay as long as you want.” 

—

You dressed after breakfast and brought out some of your dad’s old clothes. The boys had showered one at a time, and much to your amusement, Captain Price seemed to take a liking to your dad’s Hawiian shirt collection. Paired with his boonie hat and a pair of your dad’s cargo shorts, the resemblance was striking and made your eyes misty for a moment. 

When the big man in the skull balaclava left to take his shower, the Scot beckoned you over conspiratorially. You sat beside him curiously, leaning in to hear him as he spoke in a low voice. 

“What do ye think of Gaz, lass?” he asked, a pain medication induced twinkle in his eye. You laughed nervously. 

“He’s…kind of scary, like the rest of you,” you admitted. There was no denying the aura of danger that each of the men in your house radiated. You imagined your father was once the same, but you’d never seen that side of him. You’d never been exposed to his job like this. 

“Between ye and me, he thinks yer bonnie. Don’t tell him I said tha,” the Scot slurred. 

“I don’t know what that means,” you admitted with a laugh. Noticing his bandages had become a little grimy, you stood to fetch your first aid kit. When you returned to him and started removing his old bandages, he wiggled his eyebrows at you. 

“Don’t let Kyle see ye touchin’ me or he’ll be jealous,” he teased. You rolled your eyes. 

“What’s your name?” you asked curiously, focusing on cleaning his wounds and redoing the bandages. 

“Johnny to ye, lass. The big fucker in the shower without me is Ghost,” he pouted. 

“You can clean up if you want to. I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t mind helping you,” you said. Johnny’s eyes shot open from where they were half lidded. 

“He’s not my boyfriend!” he cried, startling you. He glanced around, eyes searching the room frantically before they settled back on you. “How did ye know?” he hissed. You closed the first aid kit and shrugged. 

“Just…guessed, I suppose. But don’t worry, my lips are sealed,” you promised. 

You left Soap to his own devices and he fell asleep rather quickly. You went outside to work in your dad’s garden after lunch, wanting some space from the home invaders and some peace and quiet. The hours slipped by, and you reluctantly came inside when the sun slipped below the horizon. 

The fridge, which had been stocked with enough groceries for one, was mostly emptied. You sighed and started making a list of what you’d need to get at the store the next day. The groceries for one had become groceries for five. 

---

[soul-of-the-sanada]

Obey Me - roadtrips

I was stuck in the car for 9 hours driving from Louisiana to Tennessee and I started thinking about the brothers from Obey Me and roadtrips. So here are a few hcs I came up with during my time hanging out in the passenger seat.

Lucifer- always the driver. Doesn't need the GPS bc he memorized the directions. He's just that good. Unless specifically requested, he's not playing any music. Completely dead silent like a psychopath. MC really has to beg for him to relent and when he does, it's going to be something soft and chill. Doesn't care for road trip games, but will begrudgingly play along if asked by mc. No stopping unless it's on his itinerary or someone Really has to go to the bathroom.  His number one road trip need is company, he hates to go alone.

Mammon-loves to drive, but doesn't have to. He likes having energy drinks readily available, especially for long trips. Expects his shotgun to navigate. Likes high energy, bass heavy music,something that really gets him going. Gets too distracted for road trip games. Wants to make a million sidestops. His number one road trip need is music, he can't stand the silence.

Leviathan- 100% passenger princess. Cannot be depended on for navigation. He's usually got his head buried in a handheld game or manga. If he gets to pick the music, it's his weeb shit. He doesn't care about side stops, he's barely paying attention. If he had his way, he'd still be at home, buried alive in his room. His number one road trip need is simply to be left alone until he gets where he's going.

Satan- he doesn't mind driving, but he'd rather shotgun. He's got GPS running nonstop because he doesn't trust anyone else to navigate (unless it's lucifer, but he'd rather it be ANYONE else with him). He would like to listen to classical music while driving, or an audio book if he can. He's too busy following the GPS to stop anywhere. His number one road trip need is no traffic.

Asmo- not even a passenger princess. They're sprawled in the backseat taking up as much room as they can, whether it's the or their stuff spread everywhere. Probably livestreaming the entire time (how many times can we do x before y loses their shit and turns this car around?). Definitely did a 'get ready with me/us' and bugged their brothers to share tips and tricks for road trip travel with the camera. Pop music blaring. Only wants to stop if it's for something trendy or they really need to pee. Their number one road trip need is an audience, whether it be in the car or online

Beel- he's more comfortable driving. Makes him feel useful. Definitely depends on someone to navigate for him. He will let anyone pick the music, I think his prefernce would be nu metal or hard rock, something with growly vocals. He'll stop whenever he feels like someone needs to stretch or they might be feeling even the tiniest bit hungry or thirsty. You don't even have to ask. His number one road trip need is snacks.

Belphie-definitely asleep in the backseat. Absolutely no help with navigation but also isn't the one who's going to ask to stop 1837373 times because... He's asleep. Might wake up if there's a traffic jam, but he's just gonna look around, realize he's definitely not made it to his destination and then he's out again. If he absolutely had to be involved, he's going to complain the entire time. his number one road trip need is an empty backseat to stretch out on as much as possible.

[kinardsevan]

helicopter crash WIP

(yeah, I finally plotted a bit. have fun 😂😂😂)

“This is Robinson three two eight two four on an open line. We are flying blind in what seems to be a squall, roughly fifteen knots from Yosemite,” Tommy calls into his headset. “Please advise.”  “Robinson, I’m not showing any weather anywhere in the vicinity,” air traffic replies. “Can you give your coordinates, over?”  Tommy inhales a deep breath, glancing down at the display on the dash.  “I have 37 degrees north, 37 minutes and 20.4 seconds, 118 degrees west, 14 minutes and twenty-five seconds, and I assure you we are being pounded currently,” he replies back.  The other end of the line is silent for a beat, followed by a few seconds of static. The lack of response has Tommy’s anxiety steadily climbing, although he purposely keeps his expression noncommittal if for no other reason than to keep from worrying Evan beside him.  “Tower, please advise,” he comments again. A rough gust hits them and the helicopter docks, which causes Tommy to openly flinch. Still, he’s not sure that Evan even realizes it, because when he steadies the chopper again, he realizes the younger man’s hand is clenched on his knee.  “Robinson, this is tower,” a voice comes back, clear apprehension in the respondants voice. “We are not showing weather or you in our airspace. Can you repeat your coordinates?”  Tommy does so, reading them off again. Another gust hits them, causing the helicopter to dock again. Evan’s hand clenches tighter on his knee, but he still doesn’t interrupt.  “Tower-" “Robinson, I’m sorry but we do not have you in our airspace,” air traffic responds. “Do you have a back-up GPS by chance?”  Tommy glances over at Evan. “Babe, it’s in the bag behind my seat.”  Evan shifts on his seat, reaching behind Tommy for the duffel resting on the floor. As he gets his hands around it, they dock again and it slides over, but still within Evan’s reach. He gets a hand around the strap of the bag and starts to pull it up, but something hits the tail of the helicopter then and they start to spin, knocking Evan into Tommy’s seat.  “Nevermind,” Tommy shouts then, trying to regain control of the chopper. “Mayday mayday mayday, this is Robinson three two eight two four, we have been struck, I repeat we have been struck.”  “Robinson can you identify any damage,” air traffic responds back immediately.  “Not at the moment tower,” he states. “We’re in a tailspin. Evan, GPS.”  “Tommy,” Evan groans, leaning back up in his seat. Tommy glances over at him and sees a line of blood streaking down the side of his face.  “Fuck.” He sucks in a deep breath. Okay, okay. he’s been through worse than this, they can figure this out. “Air traffic, I can not reach the back-up GPS, and we are now in a whiteout.”  “I can get it,” Evan rasps, leaning across the space again. He’s quicker this time, but manages to get the bag pulled up and dig through it, finding the handheld backup. He turns the machine on, but they’re hit again, this time from Tommy’s side of the helicopter, and it causes them to jerk again, tossing Evan towards him a second time, slamming into his shoulder this time. The spare GPS flies out of his hand into one of the windows, but that’s not Tommy’s primary concern.  “Air traffic, we’ve lost power,” he calls back. “Robinson three two eight two four is going down.”  Evan looks up at him and Tommy looks back, seeing the blood coming down his face more now. He lays his hand down over Evan’s, squeezes it tightly.  “Brace for impact.” 

[pop-squeak]

modern au chekov i’ve been talking abt non stop for the past couple days. i haven’t completely settled on a backstory for him, but i think he’s a college graduate at 17 who meets the rest of the bridge crew at 18 and joins up with them bc he hasn’t found a job yet and he’s got nothing else better to do. he prefers using maps and a compass(just to double check) to plot out courses, but he isn’t dumb, and does recognize the need for a gps sometimes. he won’t let anyone in the group use their phone’s gps, though. if it has to be by gps, it’ll be by his handheld unit with longer battery life and much higher durability. he’s independent and pretty sarcastic, but he genuinely gets along with the rest of the crew, and he has a lot of fun with them. in his free time, he likes to do some amateur cartography of what ever mountains, valleys, or rivers are nearby

who should i do next?

[fowlerblogs1]

A Comprehensive Guide to Satellite Trackers and GPS Devices

In an era where staying connected is not just a convenience but a necessity, satellite trackers have emerged as indispensable tools for adventurers, outdoor enthusiasts, and those who seek real-time location data. This article will delve into the world of satellite trackers, exploring the "Satellite Trackers" along with "GPS Handhelds" and "GPS Trackers." Additionally, we'll shine a spotlight on renowned brands such as Garmin, Spot Satellite trackers, and the concept of personal satellite trackers.

Satellite Trackers: Beyond Navigation

Satellite Trackers

Satellite trackers have revolutionized the way we navigate and communicate in remote and challenging environments. Whether you're hiking in the mountains, sailing the open seas, or embarking on a cross-country road trip, these devices offer peace of mind by providing accurate and real-time location information.

GPS Handhelds: Your Portable Navigation Companion

GPS Handhelds

GPS Handhelds are compact, portable devices that combine the power of global positioning systems with the convenience of handheld technology. These devices, often rugged and durable, are designed for outdoor use and are perfect companions for hikers, campers, and anyone exploring off the beaten path.

Garmin Devices: Leading the Way in Navigation Technology

Garmin Devices

Garmin, a trusted name in navigation technology, offers a wide range of GPS devices catering to various needs. From handheld GPS units for outdoor enthusiasts to sophisticated in-car navigation systems, Garmin has established itself as a reliable companion for those who value precision and innovation in location tracking.

GPS Trackers: Enhancing Security and Efficiency

GPS Trackers

Beyond outdoor adventures, GPS trackers find applications in various aspects of daily life. From fleet management to asset tracking and personal safety, GPS trackers provide real-time location data, enhancing security and efficiency across industries.

Spot Satellite Trackers: A Beacon in Remote Communication

Spot Satellite Trackers

Spot Satellite trackers, powered by the Globalstar satellite network, offer more than just location tracking. These devices often come equipped with emergency SOS features, allowing users to send distress signals and share their precise location with emergency responders, adding an extra layer of safety to outdoor activities.

Personal Satellite Trackers: Tailored for Individual Security

Personal Satellite Trackers

Personal satellite trackers cater to the needs of individuals who prioritize their safety and security, especially in remote or unfamiliar environments. These devices are compact, lightweight, and often feature long battery life, making them ideal for solo travelers, adventurers, and outdoor enthusiasts.

Choosing the Right Satellite Tracker for You

When selecting a satellite tracker, consider the following factors:

Intended Use: Determine whether you need a tracker for outdoor adventures, personal safety, or asset tracking.

Features: Look for features such as real-time tracking, SOS functionality, and battery life to ensure the device meets your specific requirements.

Brand Reputation: Consider reputable brands like Garmin and Spot for reliability and performance.

User Reviews: Read user reviews to gain insights into the real-world performance of the tracker you're considering.

Features and Benefits of Satellite Trackers:

Global Connectivity:

Satellite trackers offer global coverage, eliminating the limitations imposed by traditional cellular networks. This ensures users can remain connected regardless of their location.

Emergency SOS Functionality:

Many satellite trackers come equipped with SOS buttons or features that allow users to send distress signals, enabling swift response and rescue operations in emergency situations.

Real-time Tracking:

These devices provide real-time location data, allowing users to track movement or share their location with designated contacts for safety or logistical purposes.

Compact and Portable:

Satellite trackers come in various sizes, including compact handheld devices, making them easy to carry during outdoor activities or travels.

Conclusion: Empowering Your Journey with Satellite Technology

In conclusion, satellite trackers and GPS devices have become indispensable tools for modern explorers, providing not only navigation assistance but also enhancing safety and communication. Whether you're navigating the wilderness, managing a fleet, or ensuring personal security, these devices offer a range of features to meet your specific needs. As technology continues to advance, the world of satellite tracking evolves, providing us with increasingly sophisticated tools to navigate and connect in the great outdoors and beyond.

Source:- https://timesofrising.com/satellite-trackers-and-gps-devices/

[wisteriagoesvroom]

lestappen + spies 👀👀

"We must stop meeting like this!" Charles yells, over the buffeting mountain winds. His handheld GPS stopped working about three clicks ago, and his goggles are fogging up, which means he has to wipe them with his glove so he can even make out the rival agent in the flurry of snow.

Agent V stomps closer, and waves a device in Charles's direction. The green light is, mercifully, on.

"You must stop flirting with me while you're in life-threatening situations, schatje... or people will start thinking that you actually like me."

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from: send me a ship name and a single word and i’ll try and write a 5 sentence thing for it

[utopicwork]

I really have to test out the T-Deck I have, this might be perfect for a standalone PierMesh handheld

[deepdreamnights]

All These Devices Are Now In Your Pocket

Select photos from the Uncanon Valley Museum's installation of the same name, intended to show youngsters just how much utility has been compressed into a single device, and how much the market has narrowed because of it.

By Row:

Martel InstaKlik Camera (1984) / Melinoë Industries GPS-2s (2001)

Fatholla Light Meter (1977) / Issac's Brand Underwater MP3 Player (2003)

Klaxaxabaxan™ Handheld Game (1994) / "Prince Adrian" Platinum Edition Speak & Spell, Tiffany's (1966)

Edison High-Freq K3030 Camera (1973) / L700 Four-Demon Chest, Panasonic (1981)

Splap-it! Game, traditional (1922) / Demiurgical Responder Engine, J.W. Welles & Company (1873)

L'l Farnsy Vacuum-Tube Radiotrox (3022), Poch Ackaoch Perpendicular Receiver (1971)

The images above in this post were made using an autogenerated prompt and/or have not been modified/iterated extensively. As such, they do not meet the minimum expression threshold, and are in the public domain.

Process under the fold:

Lotta prompts here, so I'm going to just go over my process with these.

I took a number of pictures of consumer electronics, along with some wild card objects, and ran them through with Midjourney's /describe feature.

I then shuffled the resulting prompts, separating them with :: marks, resulting in prompts like the following example:

a gold and red medallion located on a white background, in the style of rangercore, konica auto s3, curved mirrors, shuzo oshimi :: the skull in a purple outfit is made from a plastic, orange and green, in the style of m42 mount, terrorwave, packed with hidden details, destroyed gadgets sculptures, katsuhiro otomo, toy camera effects, science academia

The :: marks are used to denote weights normally, but if you don't weight them, MJ tends to blend the concepts. So after that I just appended:

:: electronic device photograph on white background

The example prompt was for the "Edison High-Freq K3030 Camera (1973)" image.