#Nucl3arSnake

[andr0genassault]

I like to imagine Pritchard being a MGS fanboy

[redswaberkez]

draw bby boy erlich

привет nucl3arsnake я твой самый преданный фанат. все эти годы я создавал аккаунты и смотрел твои стримы с них. сейчас напишу тебе это сообщение со всех своих 400 аккаунтов

[shadowsshowdown]

Deus Ex: Human Revolution Shadow's Showdown: Chapter 2

The Archn3rd0.

Head of cyber-security - Frank Pritchard's office.

Francis Wendell Pritchard, Frank, Nucl3arsnake, Archn3rd0, or just the boss. Pain in the ass, but there’s one thing that must be admitted - he understands computers like no one else. He's rude to anyone, and his attitude lets, people know that they are not worthy even to look at him. At least that's what Laura observed during her relatively short stay at Sarif Industries headquarters. The exception to this rule are other computer geeks, whom he treats less harshly but they still are dumber than himself.

"Finally! Miss Werner herself!" He squawked unpleasantly with the voice of an old parrot, still staring at the computer screen.

"Hi Frank, I don't like you either." Laura paid back with the greeting. That was a part of their daily ritual. "But I have a little gift for you." She added, handing him over the blue file.

While Pritchard was enthusiastically flicking through the papers, Laura had some time to memorize his office. Computers, more computers and…even more computers. It is the simplest description of his kingdom. Pritchard had a decent server room here, which probably contained quite a lot of useful information. All that she needed to do was to learn the system well, then bypass its firewalls and at the same time fortify herself with one, redirect connections, let a worm into the system, break a few passwords... - she calculated in her mind. It is doable, a piece of cake. The server lights flickered rhythmically and froze. Frank cursed silently as he leaped up from his chair.

"This piece of junk crashes again." He muttered as he kicked the metal case and regretted it immediately afterward.

"Can I have a look?" She asked with a raised eyebrow as the boss bounced in place on one leg.

"Suit yourself. Although I doubt that you are smarter than me." He replied with a poisonous smile.

"This blue wire should be plugged in here, and the green one is redundant." She spoke more to herself than to him. "Try to reset." She asked.

Frank unwillingly returned to his chair and typed a few commands. He almost wanted to say "Didn't I tell you ?!" with that proud tone of his when the message "Connection restored" appeared on the screen. Laura was standing right behind him but didn't say a word. The black leather jacket with orange inserts on the shoulders and white on the sleeves squeaked unpleasantly as he moved. Pritchard fixed his white turtleneck and grunted. He didn’t want to admit that she solved the problem, and simply thank her for that. Frank was too proud for this. An awkward silence floated in the air, repeatedly disturbed by the tapping of a pen on the desk surface. Finally, he tossed a new pile of papers on the desk.

"Why are you still standing here?!" He growled irritably. "Are you growing roots here or what? You have nothing to do?"

"I'm gone." Laura replied shortly with dissatisfaction, gathered the papers, and disappeared behind the door.

"You have to correct it for me by tomorrow, even if it may take you the whole night!" He shouted after her.

Walking along the long corridor, she passed by more offices surrounded by glass walls. Camera lenses followed her steps, making sure that she won’t break the law, but Laura had a few tricks to fool them if she wanted to. The escalator was already turned off, so she was forced to use the ordinary stairs. In addition to reviewing and correcting what Frank had given her, she also had to work out a strategy to fight with Jensen. Things were getting too complicated, and soon could jeopardize her mission, but that wasn't what scared her the most.

Detroit. Laura's apartment.

She got home early in the evening, but there was no time and place for resting. The pile of papers seemed to be bigger now than when it was on Pritchard’s desk. This means only one - she won't be going to bed soon. The Newmans stopped arguing, and from the party at Cornwells, she managed to pick out the lyrics.

There's something cold and blank behind her smile

She's standing on an overpass in her miracle mile

'Cause you were from a perfect world

A world that threw me away today, today, today

To run away

A pill to make you numb

A pill to make you dumb

A pill to make you anybody else

But all the drugs in this world

Won't save her from herself

"Their taste has improved." she thought, going upstairs. Stalker greeted her as soon as she crossed the threshold. Of course, she knew he was only interested in food, but she nevertheless stroked his head tenderly. He replied with a long purr as he walked slowly between her legs. Laura tossed the keys on a nearby locker, took off her uncomfortable shoes, and put on slippers. She placed the pile of folders carelessly on the sofa, then headed to the kitchen. She turned on the light and froze. An overturned jug was lying on the cupboard, and the water ran in streams, dripping onto the floor. The coffee mug, she had left when she was gone for work, now was shattered into pieces, and the culprit looked at its mistress with his usual innocent expression.

"Stalker, you little...! How many times do I have to remind you that mugs DON’T BOUNCE?!" Laura screamed with fury.

After confronting Jensen and an episode with Frank, she had enough impressions for today. Besides, she had some extra work, that her boss had ordered her to do and now that mess in the kitchen. Before she started cleaning, she slipped into a loose-fitting t-shirt and sweatpants. While sweeping the floor, Laura realized that her plan to defeat Adam turned out to be more difficult than she thought it would be. This guy was as cunning as a fox and nosier than her neighbour. Apart from Megan, she found no other weak points in his defence. When she was done, she prepared a bowl of Crunchy Pirates and sat down on the couch, leafing through the papers. At least half of them were useless and messy, but some gave her hints on how she could hack into Pritchard's database or even deeper into company servers. It was highly unwise to entrust such important things to anyone, and that observation made Laura even more curious. Despite his repulsive nature, Frank had to trust her, or he simply wanted to check her out because she did not consider him as a complete idiot. She dealt with the additional task extremely quickly, so before going to sleep she managed to take a hot shower and wash away the events of today. Laura always tried to leave things behind, but not every time she succeeded.

"Morning always comes too soon." She thought as the alarm clock rang and echoed loudly among the bedroom walls. The cool sheets still reminded her about the unexpected dream, the one about someone who shouldn't even be there. Laura felt as if her software had been attacked by a virus, breaking through all defence lines. Stalker jumped on the pillow and dabbed his tail against her cheek. She pushed him away with a little dissatisfaction, slowly scrambling out of bed. She slipped her feet into the soft cat-shaped slippers, stretched with a loud yawn, and that was the end of her nice, lazy morning. She jumped out of bed at light-speed when she realized what time it was.

"Frank is going to kill me!" She screamed so loudly that the frightened cat scuttled under the bed. The shower took her 5 minutes instead of 10. Dressing up 15 instead of 30, and she didn't even touch her breakfast. She left Stalker a full bowl of cat food and poured water into the second one. She grabbed her backpack and ran out of the house. Halfway she turned around because she forgot to lock the door. Along the way, she bumped into a nosy neighbour, who didn’t stop cursing even when she already disappeared from his sight.

Fate did not spare Laura today, she was terribly late and a heavy downpour welcomed her outside. She put on the hood, which at least gave her apparent protection, and rushed down the street. Water splashed from under the soles of the shoes with her every move. The almost entire way she was on the run, pausing only for a moment to catch her breath. By the time she got to the company, she was already soaked to the bone.

All  chapters can be found: [AO3], [dA], [Wattpad] and [Tumblr]

[tenebrare]

Deus Ex - Francis Pritchard

[remember-panchaea]

Cyberpunk Horror is an under-appreciated genre.

And I’m fully of the opinion that Francis’ hacker persona is the perfect spooky protagonist for it. All we need is some borderline supernatural “spoop in the machine” entity for him to go to war with, CGI effects and you have yourself a fuckin’ bomb-ass movie.

I’m especially fond of the “scrambled data over a screeching sound byte” trope, I won’t lie. Bleak images in dark rooms, entire sets cast in a single colour light, and nothing but tension at night... and everything surreally, overwhelmingly NORMAL during the day. The colours are too saturated. The sky is too blue. The people are too happy. The world is... naive to what’s watching.

A movie where reality bleeds into the digital, every waking hour haunts him with the need to find this entity and destroy it before it destroys society. The world may never discover the true nature of this entity, and it won’t know the identity of the man who saved the world from its decaying grip, but everyone will sleep easier knowing it’s gone, and that’s what matters.

Plus just imagine some Scandroid music hand-made by Klayton for a DX hacker movie, aight?

Plug in . . .

Online . . .

[inkravensketchbook]

robocop becomes Antagonizing Robocop

sorry not sorry

(I’m actually really happy with how this turned out)

[crunchyshadow]

Shadow’s Showdown Chapter 2 - The Archn3rd0

Francis Wendell Pritchard, Frank, Nucl3arsnake, Archn3rd0, or just the boss. Pain in the ass, but there’s one thing that must be admitted - he understands computers like no one else. He’s rude to anyone, and his attitude lets people know that they are not worthy even to look at him. At least that’s what Laura observed during her relatively short stay at Sarif Industries headquarters. The exception to this rule are other computer geeks, whom he treats less harshly but they still are dumber than himself.

 CHAPTER 2 [dA]

[remember-panchaea]

Nucl3arlove

I made some Jensen themed emojis a while back and tonight I decided to sit down and make a Francis themed love emoji, but I uh, got a little carried away so um. Well, here. They double as icons cuz they’re big enough.

You guys are welcome to use these however you want. Icons, emojis, page stamps, slap it on art, I don’t mind one bit. I’d appreciate if you reblogged these and didn’t repost, or reblog if you use them, and don’t claim you made ‘em, but obviously I can’t make you.

I hope you like them! (If I’m not wrong, the binary should say “LOVE” but yannow... /fingerguns)

I don’t make vectors, I just pray to the machine god I can make a straight line. Sometimes it works out. Others, not so much.

[remember-panchaea]

200% Agree.

“Monochrom”

[askfrankpritchard]

Curiosity Check

Just how many of you would want to see a Nucl3arSnake comic series? That one very old page got notes again.

[mirrorwalledcubicle]

Nucl3arSnake

[aledbr]

Blame @skartoargento, @machshfive and @onehundred-fandoms  Have a young Nucl3arSnake with an undercut and lots of guyliner... And a bonus of Pritchard cosplaying Sombra just to piss Jensen off :P

[isthiscyberpunk]

Nucl3arSnake

[alphagravy]

ukenceto replied to your post “ukenceto replied to your photoset “ukenceto: Nucl3arsnake inspired...”

but u kno i can't stand my old stuffsss no artist can xD

[inkravensketchbook]

'Nucl3arsnake? Okay, irradiated danger noodle. ' - Adam Jensen, using fresh memes to troll Francis.

[fandom-necromancer]

Okay so this is one of my favourite artworks for Deus Ex and I wanted to write something for it for ages. I hope you like it!

Tranquil Evenings

Fandom: Deus Ex | Ship: Jensard

‚Oh wow…‘ Pritchard closed the front door behind him and watched Jensen standing in the kitchen through the gaps in the wall. ‘Did I miss something? Today some special occasion?’ ‘Why?’, Adam asked, taking the pan from the stove. Francis walked over to drop his Laptop next to the sofa before turning around to answer: ‘Because Adam “Mr. Interpol” Jensen is cooking for once.’ ‘And Francis “world-famous hacker Nucl3arsnake” is home on time for once’, Adam returned with a smirk. ‘Drop it Jensen. For real, did I forget something?’ ‘Nothing you’d be interested in. It’s just a baseball game.’ ‘Really? Who’s playing?’, Francis asked, stepping next to the heavily augmented man to snatch away a few fries that should be going along the burgers Jensen was making. ‘Detroit. Why are you asking?’ ‘To make conversation?’, Francis talked back, his tone almost hurt. ‘It’s what couples are supposed to do? Also I highly doubt you want to hear what I’ve been doing all day.’ Adam huffed and put the finished burgers on the prepared plates before wiping his hands on a towel and turning around to Frank. ‘Maybe later’, he hummed, placing his hands just a little over his hips to pull him closer. ‘Knowing you your day isn’t over yet and I have to pull you to bed at 4am else you wouldn’t get any sleep.’ ‘Hey, I survived so fa-‘ Jensen didn’t bother commenting on that and instead shut him up with a kiss. He could feel how the other man lost some of his tension and passionately returned the hug and kiss, but just before it could get too long, he placed the plate in Francis hands and stepped back, smiling fondly at him. ‘Good luck then. See you later.’

Francis watched how Adam walked over to the sofa right as the commentators of the game started their introductions to hype up the people watching at home. With a huff, he shook his head and headed over to his improvised office in Jensen’s bedroom. Once used by Adam to calibrate his augments, now it was near overflowing with tech, empty coffee mugs and his computer. Francis brushed away enough of the clutter to make room for his steaming plate smelling heavenly. He had just sat down, computer not even fully booted up yet and already he felt self-conscious. When had been the last time they had spent more than a few hours before sleep together? Sure he couldn’t understand how anyone could enjoy a baseball game or any sports at that, but…

He looked down on his plate, then to the happily circling symbol on his screen and sighed. Having made his decision, he switched off the computer again, pressing the power button for several seconds until the fans finally switched off and silence fell over the room. Dropping his shoulders in what felt a little like defeat, he stood up once again and grabbed his plate. His clients could wait, he thought to himself. He could continue with work tomorrow and maybe put a bit overtime in once Jensen was back on a mission. He opened the door of their bedroom trying to keep as quiet as he could as if stealing away from work would be something he should be reprimanded for.

The aug was still sitting on the couch, watching intently what was happening on the screen. Francis stood there for a beat, observing the man for a while, seemingly undetected – however unlikely that sounded like. Francis knew from experience how alert Adam was. But then again, the man had chosen him of all people to put his trust in and let his guard down as he did around no other. He had to smile and before it could get to his head, he walked over and dropped down next to him.

The almost unnoticeable flinch from the otherwise so unassailable man made Francis’ mouth twitch into a slight smirk. ‘Thought you still had work to do?’, Adam asked in surprise. ‘Work can wait’, the hacker shrugged and finally began devouring his burger. Normally he was the one preparing food as he was usually home a lot earlier than Jensen, but in the rare occasion that Adam did cook, it always tasted amazing.

‘So, what makes this match so special?’, Francis asked, putting down the burger to tend to the fries. ‘Do you really want to know or is this just small-talk again?’, Adam half laughed, turning his head towards him. Francis shrugged. ‘If you can answer it in a sentence or two, I want to know’, he answered then, knowing Adam wouldn’t take it amiss. ‘Well, if the Detroit Tigers can win this match, they have a chance to win at the end of the season.’ ‘Cool’, the hacker said. ‘I know next to nothing about baseball, but I get that’s what most sports are about: Being the best.’ ‘I haven’t really kept track of the table’, Adam hummed. ‘Been far too busy for that lately. But I like watching it. For me it just has the right amount of suspense, you know? Keeping track of every pitch and every swing? Or maybe I just watch it to have some remembrance of home. Spent so much time here in Prague, Detroit begins to fade.’ ‘You didn’t miss much’, Francis commented. I mean Prague takes it to the next level, but shit kinda hit the fan after the aug incident. And Sarif’s downfall… I mean, I can hide mine well enough, but…’ He sighed. ‘How about we talk about something else? Don’t wanna ruin the mood.’ ‘Couldn’t agree more. What do you want to talk about?’, Adam asked, ever so slightly leaning his head against the back of his. ‘I don’t know’, Francis answered, appreciating the casual touch. ‘How about explaining the rules to me? Maybe something will stick long enough until the next time we watch it.’ ‘We?’

Francis let the silence stretch on on purpose. Sure, they had been together for quite a while now, but it still felt new, even weird in a way to openly discuss it. Thankfully, Adam just went with it. ‘Sure. I mean, you should know it if you ever had a baseball phase, but-‘ ‘I did not’, Francis interrupted. ‘The day I got my first computer, I only wanted to know how it worked. ‘Nerd.’ ‘Jock’, Francis retaliated and turned his head to see Adam’s smile.

‘Alright, then here goes Baseball one-oh-one.’ Jensen sighed deeply but began explaining the game to him. Often, he half lifted his arm to point to the screen if one of the rules came to play. Otherwise it was mostly his excited, yet soft voice filling the silence in the room and made the overly fake thrilled commentators fade into the background.

Francis seriously tried to follow Adam’s subsequent elucidations in an effort to indulge his partner’s hobbies but couldn’t help but loose interest fairly quickly. He had never really had any interests other than coding and bikes. But even if he didn’t really listen to what Jensen was saying, his voice alone was nice to listen to and lulled him into a comfortable calm he seldomly experienced. He had put his empty plate away long ago and opted for a more comfortable position. With his back against Adam’s shoulder and his feet propped up over the armrest of the couch, he listened to the soft baritone sounds of Adam’s voice and took out his phone to mindlessly check in with a few of his friends.

Time passed without him noticing it and it was only when his phone was about to die, that he notices Adam wasn’t even talking anymore. The game was over too, the commentators discussing the performance of players Francis neither knew nor even heard about. There also was a reassuring weight in his back now; Adam more resting against him than the other way around. He held his breath a few seconds, in awe that his love had indeed fallen asleep sometime during the game. A game he had looked forward to for some time considering Prague’s more popular TV-channels didn’t even broadcast American sport events most of the time.

Finally, Francis allowed himself to breath in deep and sigh in content while listening to Jensen’s steady pattern. He smiled faintly to himself and decided to put his dead phone down on the shallow coffee table right next to the empty plates and the remote. Carefully, he toned down the volume of the TV, then switched it off altogether and shifted his back a bit to slot right in place against the taller man’s chest. He would spend more evenings like this, he decided then. Spend these lazy evenings together, when they could just ignore the world outside.

Inktotber Day 2 - Tranquil

like lazy evenings, when we can just ignore the world outside