#Walkie Talkie Apps
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shiprasharma2927 · 23 days ago
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Revolutionize your communication with walkie talkie apps! Experience instant voice messaging that keeps you connected no matter where you are.
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rs5520927 · 10 months ago
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Stay Connected Anywhere: The Ultimate Guide to Walkie Talkie Apps
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In a world dominated by advanced communication technologies, staying connected is more crucial than ever. Whether you're coordinating with a team on a project, exploring the great outdoors with friends, or just trying to keep in touch with family, walkie talkie apps offer a convenient and efficient way to communicate on the go. This ultimate guide will explore the world of walkie talkie apps, helping you choose the best one for your needs and providing tips on making the most out of this modern communication tool.
The Rise of Walkie Talkie Apps
Walkie talkie apps have experienced a surge in popularity due to their versatility and ease of use. Unlike traditional walkie talkies, these apps leverage the power of smartphones to provide instant communication over long distances, making them an excellent choice for various scenarios.
Key Features
1. Real-Time Communication: Walkie talkie apps offer instant voice communication, allowing users to speak and listen in real-time, mimicking the experience of traditional walkie talkies.
2. Location Sharing: Many apps include GPS features, enabling users to share their location with others in the group. This is particularly useful for coordinating activities and ensuring everyone stays on the same page.
3. Group Chats: Create or join groups to communicate with multiple people simultaneously. This is ideal for team collaborations, event planning, or keeping in touch with friends during outdoor adventures.
4. Offline Messaging: Some apps allow users to send voice messages even when offline. These messages are stored and delivered once the recipient comes online, ensuring that important information is not lost.
5. Cross-Platform Compatibility: Many walkie talkie apps work across different platforms, including iOS and Android, promoting seamless communication among users with various devices.
Choosing the Right Walkie Talkie App
With numerous walkie talkie apps available, selecting the right one for your needs can be overwhelming. Consider the following factors to make an informed decision:
1. Purpose
Identify the primary purpose of using the walkie talkie app. Is it for professional use, recreational activities, or keeping in touch with family and friends? Different apps cater to specific needs, so choose one that aligns with your objectives.
2. Features
Evaluate the features offered by each app. Some may focus on simplicity with basic communication functions, while others offer advanced features such as location tracking, multimedia sharing, and customizable settings. Choose an app that provides the features essential to your communication requirements.
3. User Interface
A user-friendly interface is crucial for a positive user experience. Test the app's interface to ensure it is intuitive and easy to navigate. Look for apps that allow quick access to essential functions, minimizing the learning curve for both new and experienced users.
4. Security and Privacy
Consider the security and privacy features of the app, especially if you're using it for professional or confidential communication. Look for apps that offer end-to-end encryption and robust privacy settings to protect your conversations from unauthorized access.
5. Offline Functionality
If you anticipate using the walkie talkie app in areas with limited or no internet connectivity, choose one that supports offline functionality. This ensures that you can still send and receive messages even when offline, enhancing the app's reliability.
Popular Walkie Talkie Apps
1. Zello: Known for its simplicity and cross-platform compatibility, Zello is a popular choice for both personal and professional use. It offers features like live location tracking and supports offline messaging.
2. Voxer: Voxer combines the functionality of a walkie talkie with additional features like text messaging and multimedia sharing. It is suitable for various scenarios, from casual conversations to business collaboration.
3. Walkie Talkie for Kids: Specifically designed for family communication, this app provides a child-friendly interface and ensures a safe and secure environment for kids to connect with their parents.
4. Two Way: With a focus on simplicity, Two Way offers basic walkie talkie functionality without the clutter of additional features. It's an excellent choice for users who prefer a straightforward communication tool.
Tips for Optimal Walkie Talkie App Usage
1. Set Clear Communication Protocols: Establish clear communication protocols within your group to avoid confusion. Define codes, signals, or specific phrases to convey information efficiently.
2. Regularly Check Battery Life: Ensure that your device has sufficient battery life, especially when using the app in outdoor settings. Carry a power bank if needed to prevent communication disruptions.
3. Familiarize Yourself with Features: Take the time to explore and familiarize yourself with the features of the chosen walkie talkie app. Knowing how to use advanced functionalities can enhance your overall communication experience.
4. Test in Different Environments: Before relying on the app for critical communication, test it in various environments to ensure it performs well in different conditions, such as crowded areas, remote locations, or places with weak signal reception.
5. Update the App Regularly: Keep the walkie talkie app updated to benefit from the latest features, bug fixes, and security enhancements. Regular updates ensure optimal performance and compatibility with your device.
In conclusion, walkie talkie apps offer a modern and efficient way to stay connected anywhere. By considering your specific needs, exploring the features of different apps, and following best practices for usage, you can leverage these tools to enhance communication in both personal and professional settings. Stay connected, stay informed, and enjoy seamless communication with the ultimate guide to walkie talkie apps.
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iguessthisisanewobsession · 2 months ago
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Might need a new tag for deadpool and wolverine and Danny phantom crossover bc I found this awesome assumed future love child au or something post one here, my tumblr crashed and I have searched for it for the last half an hour to no avail.
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loveoaths · 2 years ago
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the amount of ads on this app have increased. it’s not one add for every three posts, and they’re situated so when you stop scrolling you hit an ad and a random tab opens on your phone. why.
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atsoomi · 11 months ago
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Tumblr has been so terrible to me I can't even properly thirst over miya atsumu
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bettyfrommars · 9 months ago
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I teamed up with @allthingsjoeq and @somnambulic-thing to bring you some Stranger Prompts directly from the Twilight Zone.
Choose a prompt from the list, add in your choice of Eddie or Steve, and spin the story however you like! Please mention us so that we can enjoy your creations and tag the fic "strangerprompts".
18+ONLY MDNI
He shows up at your house covered in mud in the rain, but the problem is, he died two months ago.
You mistake him for the man who is supposed to be your blind date, and he decides to go along with it.
You register for a supernatural dating app
You get a phone call and find out it's a wrong number but realize that you don't want to stop talking to the person at the other end. Come to find out, he's from another decade.
A stranger leaves a letter in your mailbox. It says, "we don't know each other, but I need someone in this world to know..."
You move into a new apartment and soon discover that you share a wall with a very noisy neighbor. Loud laughter, talking, and music are a constant companion. When you decide to go over and knock on their door to confront them in person, you find that the apartment is unoccupied and has been for months.
You find a box buried in the backyard of the place you just moved into and there is something unexpected inside.
You step into a hole-in-the-wall bar for a drink and suddenly find yourself in a different decade.
You both decide to get a tarot reading on a whim, but then the predictions start coming true.
You put an ad in the paper saying you need a date to an event, and he answers it.
You find a man hiding in your house, and he says he's from another dimension.
You find an old diary from the 80's at a thrift shop and take it home with you. You start reading it and a face appears in your dreams.
You're switching stations on your radio when you pick up the signal of someone on a Walkie Talkie. They say they're in trouble and give their location.
You both unknowingly book the same haunted Airbnb and find out you're stuck together for the night.
It's rush hour and you're stuck in standstill traffic. He is in the vehicle next to you and motions for you to roll your window down.
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barbielore · 1 month ago
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Some of you may have seen the recent news about the Barbie flip phone.
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Produced by HMD, and marketed as a way to stay in the moment without being distracted by apps, the subtext is that this is a basic phone with limited functionality to allow children to access certain phone features (like being able to stay in contact with their parents while not home) without being given unsupervised access to the entire internet.
The Unicorn Play Phone Set features a mimicry of a Barbie smart-phone, with a matching unicorn phone case with a storage pocket for Barbie-themed toy credit cards - and a rainbow wrist strap so you can't accidentally drop it down a drain.
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(Was that drain thing too specific?)
But neither of these are the first foray into Barbie phones.
In the late 90s, there actually was a working Barbie landline.
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This was, from memory, the era of a lot of novelty landline phones so frankly should come as no surprise.
Or Phone Fun Skipper, which featured not just Skipper using a phone, but also a phone for you to use too.
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More in line with the Unicorn smart phone, this is of course not an operational phone, but that isn't what bothers me most. It's that the "phone for you" does not actually look like the phone Skipper is using. It's not even the same colour! What's the point!
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Side note, but Skipper is wearing an adorable little vest here. It's bizarre but loveable.
There have been a few iterations over the years of Barbie "phones" that are actual operational walkie-talkies, and I find those quite charming also.
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kurogxrix · 1 year ago
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150 kilometers
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Police Officer!Ghost x reader
IN WHICH Officer Ghost catches you speeding way past the limit, but you to think of a way or two to avoid a ticket.
WC: 5.6k
Warnings: ANGST, smut, reader and Simon have history, oral (M), unprotected PinV, creampie, Simon’s unresolved feelings.
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“My momma told me that the money outgrew you,” 
The sound of Beyoncé’s ‘AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM’ was blasting through your car’s radio, barely audible with the way the passing wind was howling so aggressively. You had no one else to blame but yourself, the numbers 150 were in blast on your speedometer, yet you pretended to fall blind to it. It was all the more irresponsible and dangerous, yet who cared if you exceeded the 80km/h speed limit plastered on the signs each few metres if there was no one to witness the act but yourself. 
Solitude greeted you upon the streets, but you preferred it that way anyway. 
Nevertheless, one of your hands left the wheel to usher the sound up. Kendrick just had that effect on people. The breeze brushed through your freshly done hair, ruffling the style that you’d wasted an hour doing that same morning. Hair be damned, you had better places to be than on that deserted road. The engine of your pink convertible roared as you pressed further onto the pedal, a precious jewel that your father had gifted you. One that you’d gotten customised to your heart's extent. 
The sudden voice of the ‘Maps’ app assistant made you jolt slightly in your seat, making your car swerve about a few centimetres to the left. You shook your head in disappointment, god knows that that’d have ended if you were on the main road. The openings of the bag resting on the passenger seat beside you ruffled with the passing wind, the sun hitting your skin in all the most comforting ways. 
Nothing on this beautifully sunny day could have prepared you for the sudden flash of red and blue behind you, which could barely be seen considering the weather. You were 100% sure that this cop had popped out of thin air, because besides the lack of hiding spots besides the road, you knew that no car had followed you off the busy main road. Unless they’d broken the law and driven 70km/h above the speed limit alongside you. You could probably use that argument against said cop, yet again you feared he’d charge you extra just for getting smart with him. 
To top the absolute mess that you had gotten yourself into, the cop just had to signal you. The sound of his blaring alarm made a wave of embarrassment wash down your spine, despite being the two lone people accepting the street. 
“Fuck,” you cursed, bring the car to a stop once you’d bordered in to the side. You brushed down the vanity mirror before attempting to take your hair quickly, because if you were to get a ticket, then you might as well look amazing while doing it. 
Simon on his side was far too busy trying to recollect himself before leaving the car, pretending to busy himself with the fetch of his talkie-walkie as he inhaled a whole yard worth of air into his lungs. The packet of cigarettes lodged in his breast pocket begged at him for a second of his time, but he also had duties calling out for him. 
Out of all odds, he’d fallen on your car with you in it while he was on duty. He could have just called it a day and let you escape with the little victory of outrunning a cop, he’d be far better than he was then. 
Nevertheless, the push of his SUV door felt even heavier than it did on normal days. He feels a tinge of unease for a man that harbours the muscles that he does, but he convinced himself that he just wasn’t in his element at that moment. 
Unenthusiastic brown eyes fell upon the familiar licence plate, and suddenly he didn’t feel as brave as he did that same morning. His booted feet were bringing him forwards but his mind couldn’t help but reel further backwards. To the times where you’d both been mindless enough to mess around, unaware of all but the sweet scent of those rose candles that you’d lit before he’d come over. To the feeling of the sheets pooled around his bare hips in the aftermath of it all, and how distant the feel of your arms wrapped around his torso as you slept soundly now felt. 
Simon shook the intrusive thoughts away, raising his head and retaking the stance of the brave officer that he was. After all, all he needed to do was give you your ticket, reprimand you and send you off to wherever you were heading to. What was all the fuss about? Even if he knew, he would let his brain bother him. 
The heavy thud of his boots stopped beside your car door, the lack of protection from the windows and roof only scaring you now. 
“Do you know why I stopped you today?” you heard the annoyed sigh come, before the familiar tune of a middle aged man’s voice hit your ears. You turned your head towards his side so fast that you believed you would have broken it. Nevertheless, here he stood before you in all of his glory; Simon Riley, the man who’d rocked your world a couple of moons ago. 
You’d both agreed on the whole no strings attached thing, but you couldn’t stop the burning feeling in your chest once you realised on that fateful night that Simon wasn’t coming back. That the brit wouldn’t be here to ruffle your sheets and leave the bed intact while you hit the showers anymore. That the scent of roses would never feel as romantic as it did in his wake. It almost pained you to throw away that extra toothbrush that you’d gotten for him considering the amount of days a week he’d woken up at your house rather than his. 
You shook the thoughts away before hitting him with that overly sickening sweet smile of yours that you offered to all the others, because it wasn’t Simon Riley that you were facing at the instant, it was Officer Ghost. 
“I don’t know Officer, mind explaining to me?” The sultry tone of your question made Simon mentally double back. Be damned, your words even shocked you for a solid second before you could recover. Whatever the fuck you were doing flirting with your ex fling just to get out of a speed ticket? Only a madwoman would know. 
But of course you would, you knew that Simon had once been weak to your charms, and if you need to use that weakness of him at anytime; it would for sure be now. The blond can’t help his eyes from drifting into your car as he processed your words, admiring the personal touches that you’d gotten done in the last few months. 
He notes the fact that you’re barefoot because of the pair of heels that we’re resting under the passenger seat. You’d probably wear them later to whatever you were heading. Could it be to a boyfriend's house? To the club maybe where you’d meet and flirt with the young, hammered men that dared to lay their creeping eyes on you? Simon shook the stupid thoughts away, so what if you had a boyfriend? There was never something consistent going on between you two, and anyways your arrangement had ended long ago. You were free to date of fuck whichever guy you wanted to, he didn’t feel like he had a right to pry. 
Yet why did he feel a tinge of jealousy each time the thought would pop up in his head, like a nightmare haunting him at every given moment. The thought picked at him, a nasty feeling stirring in his abdomen tinged with shame. He was the one who’s decided to cut off all strings in the first place, strings that you'd both agreed to stray away from. Yet all he felt was guilt for the durations of the few months you’ve spent apart after the ‘break up’. 
“Was I driving too fast, officer? I didn’t even notice.” The flirtatious giggle broke Simon away from his daydream, and his eyes quickly adjusted to the new scene. You were no longer seated, belted in the comfort of your seat. Instead, your knees were planted firmly on your seat, digging into the leather. He noticed that you were standing far closer than you previously were in your seated position, your arms extended so you could rest your palms along the place where your windows would be. 
Fuck, all he wanted to do was to take you right there. Even if this really was the last time you’d see each other in a while or at all, he just wanted to feel you for a last time after so long spent without your warmth. It was shameful really, this was the first time you’d seen each other after the events of your silent heartbreak, yet all he wished for was to have his way with you on the warm leather backseats of your car. 
He couldn’t care less about the fact that you had a convertible, nobody even used this street. Nobody other than you of course, because you wouldn’t have been in this predicament if not. 
“You okay?” Simon recognized the fake tune of concern in your question as your palm made contact with the tactical vest upon his chest, resting on the right side of his torso. His eyes were firm and threatening once they reached yours, but you didn’t back down. You'd been with him once, he didn’t scare you as he did others. His resolve completely melted away the instant that you flashed him those down eyes that you knew he couldn’t resist. 
For a split second, Simon allowed his eyes to drift down onto you. If you were shamelessly and all the more not trying to hide the fact that you were flirting with him just to escape a fine, then he shouldn’t have to hide his wandering gaze anyway. Hardened brown iris rounded the corner, observing the way your dress stuck perfectly to your body. The way you were squeezing your arms to accentuate the low cut of that beautiful dress that you wore with pride. 
He mentally cursed himself as he felt the material of his cargos tightening under his growing erection, and he had no one else to blame but you. The way you were smiling at him in that coy manner made him want to have you sobbing and choking around his cock, eyes full of tears and mascara leaking down your cheeks. If anything, he wanted to ruin you before you arrived at your destination, and a nasty side of him wished you were actually off to see a guy. 
Suddenly, Simon jerked back once he felt the palm of your hand pawing at his erection. He’s taken by surprise at your boldness, not that you were shy with him before, it’s just been so long. He grunts in disapproval at the situation before moving further away from your car to try and stop himself from actually doing what he wishes to do to you. Because it’s not fair on you, you should be yelling at him to hurry up and fine you before leaving. Yell at him for stalling just to be in your presence when he made you feel like he didn’t want it before.  
Yet, Simon watched intently as you sat up further onto your knees, a hand reaching out for him once more. He allows your hand to hover over the gear on his tactical vest before succumbing to the weak pull to your way. He could have always fought back if he wanted to, pulled further away instead of leading himself right where you wanted him to be. No matter how burly or tatted he was on the outside, he submitted to you unlike the man that he was. 
“Cmon, how long has it been Si? Have you missed this? Just the two of us here, you don’t gotta hold it in.” The silence that Ghost held was broken once your hand dipped down to his pants once more, a hearty groan escaping his throat involuntary. Your hand went to the underside of his clothed crotch, caressing what you could, what he offered. 
Yet it wasn’t enough to satiate you, and the little devil resting on your shoulder whispered ungodly things to you. Officer Ghost was just so tall, it was like the world was on your side once you’d noticed that his waistline just happened to reach above the window line of your car. It helped that the vehicle was rather low, but it failed to help with the sultry thoughts brewing in your head. The thought of sucking off Ghost out here, from your car, sent heat rushing down your core. 
“Let me take care of you,” you muttered, your hand tightening around his hard, clothed cock. A shudder ran thick down Simon's back, and he didn’t need much contemplating to make up his mind. Rough gloved hands made contact with your jaw faster than you could comprehend, and next thing you knew, the pair of lips that you’d been reminiscing fell upon yours. He took pride in the way you had to tilt your head upwards to chase his lips. 
The kiss was soft at first, almost apologetic for everything that he’d put you through. Like he was apologising for having you fall for him, and most likely for leaving when you thought things were advancing between the two of you. When his apology went through, his left hand slid further down to the back of your neck. Like a switch had been pressed inside of him, the kiss grew rougher as you felt Simon’s tongue poking at your bottom lip. You didn’t falter, fighting for dominance despite knowing that he’d always overpower you. 
Your hands were far too busy trying to blindly understand the mechanism of his belt to worry about much else, before your fingers deciphered the mess of a buckle, pulling free the belt from his waist. Simon’s fingers grasped tightly at the tiny hairs littering your nape as he felt your hand slipping past his waistband, finally offering the pleasure he seeked as your warm palm made contact with his cock. 
Hell, you’d both missed this so much. It didn’t  matter if you were the one giving, you missed it just as much as he did. You couldn’t get very far before Simon pulled away from you, huge palm gripping at your wrist to pull your hand out of the confinement of his boxers. It disappointed you at first, pulling your hands back to yourself while watching him in puzzlement. He didn’t allow you to stay upset much longer as he pulled back just enough to pull his pants down far enough for everything that needs to be exposed, to be exposed. 
You nearly drooled at the sight of his heavy cock flushing against his clothed torso, where you knew hid a chiselled body unlike the other men you’d ever been with. He’s thick, but nothing you can’t take, with a thin land of hair at the base that he keeps nicely trimmed. Pulsing veins ran across his cock in the most mouth watering way you could ever imagine, and you just couldn’t wait to take him in your mouth. 
“You really think you’re ready? ‘Mean s’been a while now hasn’t it?” The smug smile that raised upon your lips was completely involuntary, though you enjoyed the fact that the cocky Simon that you loved was once more back. One hand gripped at the base of his cock as he dragged the heavy weight down, angling it towards your eager mouth. He’s a tease, always has been, and it didn’t matter that your torso was growing an indented line from the way you were bent over the side of your car, ass in the air and awaiting his cock patiently. 
His other hand moved to grab at your jaw, a delicious cocktail between the gentleness of his touch and roughness of his palm made you squeeze your thighs together. Simon tilted your head up, squeezing your cheeks together as he enjoyed the way your lips pucker. It’s cute, he thinks. He’d like to ruin your pretty little face. 
So he does just that, his feet moving on their own as he approaches you. He couldn’t care less that you’re transgressing the law by having public relations, he’s a cop yes, but inside he’s just a man. You wasted no time getting into action, pretty glossy lips wrapping softly around the tip of his cock. It’s flushed red and leaking precum that tastes funky on your tongue, but you’re so used to it by now that you’ve actually started to like it. 
Your tongue swiped along his slit in the way you knew Simon relishes, and by the way he tilted his head back with a groan, you knew it was no different this time. Your mouth worked him inch by inch, lubricating his cock slowly by slowly with your saliva. No inch went untouched. What you couldn’t reach, you tried to force down your throat. And what you still couldn’t received a kitten lick here and there, a swipe of your tongue each time you thought it got neglected. 
Simon's hand was now fully into your hair, a killer grip to it that had your scalp burning. Front and back, his hand guided your mouth back and forth on his dick at the speed he desired. You complied with no complaints. Taking him further down your throat, tongue running expertly down his veins as he shuddered once more. You got your hands in the business too, either gripping onto his shirt for stability or altering between the base of his cock and his balls. 
He's restless, the ball of his boots digging through the dirt beneath his feet. You could tell he was close by the way his groans grew in number by the second, and the grip he had of your hair hurt better than bad. The handsome officer before you had to ground a hand down onto your car to stabilise himself as you sucked the living shit out of him, another flick to his slit and he was off seeing the stars on a holiday in the galaxy. 
For a second, there was static, and then there was a voice. It rebounded into the distance, alongside the sloppy sounds of you sucking Simon’s cock like it was the last thing you were bound to do on earth. “-ost, you copy?” Again, the voice came back and Ghost could make out the harsh sound of his coworkers voice. 
He groaned in disgust, nothing like hearing the voice of the guy you work with while getting the sloppiest head by some chick you secretly fancy. A minute passed by before Ghost aggressively threw his hand at the talkie-walkie, unlatching it from the velcro with a loud crack. Simon swore to the god above that he nearly came as he looked down to the sight of your doe eyes looking at him expectedly through your mascara coated eyelashes. 
His hands tightened impossibly further in your hair as he motioned for you to continue sucking, which you did. 
“Ghost here, copy.” a curt and unbothered reply, all in the Ghost mannerism. 
His hand let go of your hair, instead claiming a spot upon your jaw. A big thumb caressed at your cheek, making the corners of your lips twist into a smile with your mouth full. You could feel him start to rock in your mouth slightly, trying to restrain himself from fucking your mouth roughly until your jaw stayed clamped shut. 
“We need you on lane 3, s’that possible?” static again, the voice came out muffled. He thought for a solid second, a moan escaping his throat thankfully before he could press on the button. 
“Give me a minute and I'm all yours,” his eyes shifted to yours throughout the sentence, making your cunt clench over nothing as you soaked your panties pathetically. Besides you, the talkie-walkie did a dramatic jump to the leather seat as Simon threw it. It rebounded and hit the floor instead, but nothing he’d care much about. 
You brought a hand up to cup the base of Simon’s cock in your hand as your mouth took a short break to ease your paining jaw, but before you could go back to work, he was completely pulled out of the warm comfort of your mouth. A trail of saliva connected you both in an unholy mix and he pulled away, his fingers clenching around your jaw. Your eyes never met his in the exchange, too busy relishing in the way his hard length looked and glistened coated in your saliva. Fuck, you really had a problem, you could’ve sworn you’d go crazy if Simon didn’t fuck you right then. 
“Get in the back, we don’t have much time.” he grumbled like you were the one asking for too much. If anything, the way his hard cock twitched at the disappearance of your touch made you think quite the opposite. Quickly hopping in the back and abandoning your place in the front seat, you watched as Simon made his way to the back door from outside.
He opened the door, eager to have you and ready for all until- 
“Woaaaaah, nobody’s getting in with their nasty ass shoes you hear me? Get them off, cmon” you pushed at his chest before he could even open the door, making Simon stop and stare at you dumbfounded. When he made no move to untie his boots and moved to open the door once more, you pushed harder against his chest, an eyebrow up to show that you weren’t fucking around. 
A defeated sigh left him as he bent down, undoing the double knots that he’d done that same morning. You smiled contentedly in success, moving away for him to have a seat so he’d be able to carefully slide his shoes off. You didn’t miss the grumbling from the grouchy middle aged man as he sat upon your seats, large hands working together to throw his boots off cleanly somewhere near. 
You took the time being to ready yourself, slipping a finger on each side of the waistband of your panties before pulling down. The cute, patterned garment pooled by your ankles before you could pry them off with your finger, tossing the pair safely in the cup holder by the door so you wouldn’t lose it. Or rather so it wouldn’t get stolen, god knows how many pairs you’d lost ever since your altercation with a certain bulky brit. 
You faced away from Simon, only aware of his approach once his shadow loomed over you. His hands gripped your hips in desperation, by surprise as it had you silently gasping. 
“Gotta prep you?” he muttered before pulling you flushed against him. You could feel the seam of his jeans by your lower thighs, meaning that he’d had the time to pull them further down, but high enough to pull back up in case anyone was to cross you both. A breathy whine left your throat as you felt him force a hand between the both of your bodies, hand grasping at the base of his cock to reposition himself. 
You pushed yourself impossibly back into his chest, the previous question had dissipated into the air as you felt your ability to talk had been ripped from you. He wasted no time manhandling you like he wished, your left hand grabbing onto the empty space of the open window as he pushed the tip of his hard cock through the entrance of your cunt. 
He assumed you didn’t need any prepping by the way you soaked his cock the second he made contact, but who was he to complain? Steadying himself, his left hand came to accompany yours across the window place, back flushed with his clothes torso, his gear digging into your flesh through the thin fabric of your dress. 
The mewl that escaped you as he repositioned himself was embarrassingly needy but you needed him now, no time to wait. Simon got the memo if anything, earning you some short thrusts that made him sink further and further into your heat with every push. Feeling weak already, your hand trembled under your own weight. 
He didn’t seem to mind it one bit, using his free hand to lace under you as he pushed against your chest, pulling you flushed against him once more. His strength was unmatched, he could keep himself up with only his knees for who knows how long, and you suspected that he’d worked in something more complex than the police squad for a while before switching. 
It didn’t matter anyways, what did was the feeling of Simon’s hard cock now buried to the hilt inside of you. His flushed tip kissed your cervix, a delicious pain that had tears springing to the corners of your eyes. If Simon had been less hurried he’d probably kiss them away, but Ghost felt the need to be selfish today. 
Slowly, the rhythm of his thrusts began picking up the pace as you felt the car rocking softly with the heavy weight of the muscular officer behind you. A hand scurrying down between your bodies, inching your dress further up your thighs so he could access whatever he wanted to, whenever he felt like it. 
“F-fuck Si, just like that,” you whined, urging him to pick up the pace. His hipbone slammed devilishly onto your ass and the noise reverberated around the empty space surrounding you both. Simon was sure that anyone around a couple of kilometres could hear you moaning like it was your last day on earth, but he just couldn’t get himself to do anything about it. The deserted area left him with some peace of mind. 
A sudden harsh thrust had you nearly doubling over, your hand tightening around the door as you shut your eyes closed. He pushed himself closer to your back, his head now stuffed in the crook of your neck as you drowned in the breathy groans that he was letting out. Your teeth found your bottom lip in a painful game of tug and war after Simon dropped a hand between your legs to tease at your clit. Circular motions had your vision clouding with pleasure, legs jelly under your own and Simon's weight. 
“Let go darlin’, I can tell you’re tryna hold back.” He accentuated with a sharp thrust, and this time you really couldn’t hold your own body up anymore. The backseat was cramped to the point where Simon's bulky ass frame nearly caused the both of you to be squeezed off, but the proximity was enjoyable after so much time spent apart. 
You felt a familiar coil knotting in your lower belly, and all it took was a couple more precise strokes from his veiny cock and a nibble to the sensitive underside of your neck for you to let go, white clouding your vision as you clenched tightly around him. The noise that the orgasm pulled out of you was so intense that you actually believed this time that people around a mile in range could’ve actually heard the echo. 
One of your hands darted away from the door to latch onto Simon's arm that was still busy keeping you upright, contorting the limb in some strange way despite the cramped setting. Your legs gave out with the trembling, blissful orgasm still working wonders on your recovering state. Simon didn’t waste any time working on his own now that he’d successfully satiated you. 
He allowed your body you give down, unwrapping his arm from under your torso so that your upper body rests flush against the leather seat. He pulled both hands back your hips to lift your ass up, meeting his own hips as the aggressive clash of flesh made a lustful sound that fed his cravings. His right hand dipped back down to rest above your head, but it wasn’t long before he was pushing you further into the seat. 
Simon was never really a rough lover, but at that moment something had snapped deep inside of him. He fucked you like he was afraid of never getting the chance to ever do it again. He fucked you like he believed he should’ve on that last day before he left for good. His knees were digging into leather seat so harshly that you were sure it was going to leave an indent for a day and a half, 
You sobbed at the overstimulating feeling of his cock repeatedly hitting the far spot inside your spent cunt over and over again, chasing the high that you’d just gotten over recently. Your tears fell upon the expensive leather of the sofa as your cries were muffled by his unrelenting pushing hand. 
You could tell he was close again when his hands left you to gently grasp at your hair, moving them to one side of your neck as he stabilised his weight by placing both hands besides your head. You remembered how handsy and ‘fidgety’ he got in some way when he was close to finishing. Then there were the few last hard thrusts that had you gripping onto the edge of the sofa for dear life, pumping your cunt full of his seed with an actual guttural moan that had you clenching all over again. 
You manoeuvred your body to shake your arms away from the position, biting onto your thumb to stop yourself from crying out loud with the way his short little thrusts were about to send you over the edge again. You didn’t think you could handle cuming once more without making an absolute mess of your car, further less if it was Ghost that made you finish. 
Even after his movements stabilised, you could still feel the warm sensation of his spent seeping out of you in excess, pussy full and satiated for as long as it needed to be. That was new, the whole fucking without a condom thing, let alone finishing inside of you. You couldn’t say you disliked the feeling. The sensation of his raw, meaty cock inside of you was something that you could sure as hell get used to. 
It felt like hours before Simon pulled out, arousal dribbling out of your tight cunt and down into your seat. You’d deal with the stains later, if anything you’d get the whole seat redone with that hard earned money that you’d made yourself while you were learning to get over the man that sat right beside you then. 
It was crazy to think of how much time it had taken you to actually get over Simon leaving, abandoning you after things had seemed to actually go somewhere between the two of you. You should’ve been ashamed of yourself for giving in without even trying to fight, maybe now he thought of you as some easy thing that he could always come back to once or twice a month when he felt desperate. You knew you should have more self respect but yet a part of you can’t seem to blame Simon for the way things had gone down between you two. 
Obviously you shouldn’t have gotten ahead of yourself and thought he’d reciprocate those feelings that you’d so unfortunately caught for him along the terms of your ‘no strings attached’ agreement. It wasn’t really his fault for following the terms that you’d both agreed to. Yet it hurt for a while to think that you’d fallen so hard for a man that you believed didn’t even see you further than for sex. 
You heard the sound of his fly before you could even see him buckling his belt back on. The part of you who’d always thought you’d meant a little more to him was desperately hurting, but nothing you’d allow Simon to see. After all, you'd initiated what happened on that day, to get out of a ticket or not, you had no one else to blame for the humiliation that you brought upon yourself. 
“Guess that’s settled then.” the blond muttered, typical awkwardness lacing his words. Your head turned at an embarrassingly fast pace when he’d even gotten to utter the first words. 
“What?” Your befuddled state had Simon deadpanning, before referring to the speed ticket like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You itched the back of your neck nervously as your gaze fell to your dress, still hiked disgracefully upon your hips. Your hands fell in a quick mess to gather yourself and redress, mentally using the excuse that it was just in case somebody was to fall upon you both.
Even if you couldn’t hide to yourself the fact that Simon’s blatant gaze made you feel a certain way that you knew you shouldn’t. 
“Duty calls, guess i gotta go,” with your eyes burning holes at your thighs you failed to notice the longing that clouded Simon’s iris at the administration. The silent apology for everything that he didn’t and couldn’t have given you in the past. An indescribable feeling of guilt shook his chest and he just couldn’t stand to be in the same vehicle that he’d just ruined you in for any longer. 
Despite the shameful fact that he’d kinda wished you’d beg for his presence a little longer, your silence pushed him to act. A fight or flight kind of situation, like he was running from his own feelings instead. Perhaps you’d never know how Simon truly felt about you, but you did know that it took him about a minute to fully leave the scene, the sound of his heavy motor dragging about a minute before disappearing from your sight. Simon left his aching heart in the backseat beside you. 
Riding 150km/h, you decided that maybe heading home would feel better than whatever destination was still etched on your map.  
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KEEP YOUR MW3 SPOILERS TO YOURSELF‼️ im buying the game next week.
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jaetyun · 2 years ago
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Finding out they’re not your Boys Planet picks; a thread! (k group ver!)
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s.hanbin, gunwook, seunghwan, junhyeon x gn!reader
genre: fluff (it’s suggestive with seunghwan but nothing actually happens)
a/n: i’m soz it’s so short! i was v busy and had little time to write more. i will be making plenty more parts, rest assured! tysm to my fave anon for the req 🫶
after the first elimination, the air was tense. you could glance around the room and see everyones heads hanging low, losing motivation to work. reluctantly, mnet decided to give them a day out. visit family, walk your dog, run away to another country while you still have the chance, the choice was theirs! some trainees decided to see their significant others, only to find out their first picks!! spoilers: it wasnt them 😔
trainees after the cut!!
Sung Hanbin
the moment the boy left the building, he began giggling. he quickly dialed your number, giving it a ring.
“hello? who is this?”
“psst! it’s your #1 boys planet pick..” he whispered with a goofy smile, his hand up to the speaker of the device as if he was talking on a walkie-talkie
“kim jiwoong? how’d you get my number?!” your innocent joke made hanbins smile drop, losing all the childish love-drunk emotions as before. “nevermind. i was planning to surprise you with dinner but you should just go with jiwoong.” though you couldnt see him, you already knew the face he was making. to a *tea*. with his tongue stuck out, following by a whiny pout that you couldn’t help but gush over.
“baby, you know i was playing. come over!”
hanbin narrowed his eyes, his pout getting replaced by a thin line. “is he actually your first though?”
“well… that’s-“
you were immediately left with the call hanging up, making you groan. you held you phone away from you, counting to 5 with your other hand before you felt a familiar vibration.
“why didn’t you call me back to beg for a second chance?”
“i didnt have to.”
“just like you didnt have to vote for me?”
you sighed out, sending an unimpressed face through the screen (that hanbin definitely picked up on!) and clicked your tongue.
“sung hanbin. you’re over 70 countries first pick!”
“i don’t want 70 countries, i want you~“
you sighed at his comment, laughing lightheartedly before cracking another joke (he seems not to appreciate your humor these days!)
“what so if you ranked second but i was voting for you, you’d be okay?”
“…”
neither of you were particularly good at lying. often times it was great for communication! but a lot of times, it means petty back-and-forth’s like this.
“baby, i am voting for you. but the app makes you vote 6 people”
“blocking you as we speak..” he whined, very unsatisfied with your response. you began softly mumbling ‘nooooo!’
“okay okay! you can take his place as my first pick.”
“…and you have to stop voting him!”
“babbyyyyy :((”
hanbin scoffed, pulling the phone from his ear yet again. “beep beep beep!”
“okayyyy!! i’ll stop voting for kim jiwoong.”
he smiled, now suddenly going back to his gushy nature. “if you say so~ you excited to see me?”
you were happy to have your puppy-like boyfriend back, humming a response.
“so excited! were are going?”
Kum Junhyeon
when you heard a knock at the door, you curiously looked through the peephole. who would show up at this hour? you swore you didn’t have any packages. your eyes light up, immediately opening up the door and embracing an exhausted hyeon.
“how did you get here?” was the first question you managed, running your fingers through his hair. he muttered something about an off day and you chose not to question it.
“youre just in time, i was just getting around to voting” you hummed, gesturing to the couch where the mnet app was open. you began your routine you’ve been doing since the voting first opened, scrolling through the trainees clearly on a mission to find someone specific. junhyeon peered from behind your shoulder, smiling at how cute you looked as you proudly voted for your boyfriend.
“wait! i was right there” he pointed to his name, chuckling at the way you began scrolling back over to his name. his smile faded quickly though, watching as you clicked gyuvins name and scrolled past. he then chuckled at you again, shaking his head before resting it on your shoulder. “kum. not kim you goof”
he felt your shoulder tense, making him smile at the way you sheepishly went back to his name, voting him instead of replacing gyuvin. junhyeon tilted his head unsuspectingly. “did you mean to vote gyuvin too?”
“i uh.. actually forgot to vote for you.. but its just-”
“do you not vote for me?” his eyebrows furrowed, raising his head off your shoulder suspiciously.
“well no! its just, i was just trying to get gyu-“
“so gyuvin is your first pick??”
you stammered, unsure of how to respond. junhyeon pouted, shaking your shoulders in an attempt to get a word out of you.
“well he’s cute!”
“am i not?”
“you’re.. getting there” you pinched his cheek, making him tilt his head in confusion.
“getting there?”
you began mocking his “junhyeon is fiveeeee” making jun look at you with 😐
“so im cringey and gyuvin is really cute?”
“….”
junhyeon grabbed your phone from you, resetting the vote and picking himself. he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, pointing the phone at you. “why cant i submit?” you attempted to grab the phone only to have him yank it away from you.
“you have to vote 6! not just you.”
you watched as he began randomly clicking trainees, submitting it for you before you could argue. you could only sigh, gently taking his hand in yours.
“nice to see again you too i guess.”
Park Gunwook
after planning a meetup, you decided on a cute park to waltz around in. gunwook had showed up first, kicking rocks while scanning the area every so often for you. the moment gunwook locked his eyes on you, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder with a grin.
“miss me?”
“of course i did! ive been watching just for you, i’m proud of you so far” you kissed his cheek, making gunwook do that smug grin he always does. that was all the push he needed to keep working hard. the image of you watching him excitedly and reacted at everything he said made gunwook giddy, already ready for his next mission to impress you more.
as the two of you continued walking, gunwook suddenly looked to you with a sympathetic pout. “you know, i kinda feel bad for you.”
you wordlessly tilted your head, wanting to hear an elaboration.
“it must be so boring watching each episode when there‘s nobody that even compares to me” he sighed out dramatically, looking off into the distance as if he was saying it to some hidden camera. you laughed, hitting his shoulder lightly. gunwook doesn’t relent, staying in character effortlessly as he continued what he was doing.
“am i right?”
“not really. there’s matthew.”
gunwook stopped what he was doing, sending you flying backwards with the sudden halt. he then sat in silence, trying to process this new information.
“oh.. matthew…. yeah him…” he pretended to ponder this for a second, his eyes looking up as he slowly nodded. what he was thinking of exactly, you weren’t sure. he then shrugged in an attempt at nonchalance.
“that kid-“
“he’s older than you..”
“that adult, is like, really weak. i beat him in arm wrestling easily” he continued, flexing his arm to further show off.
“that’s not why i like him babe.”
“it’s not??” his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. not in a condescending manner, gunwook was genuinely confused as to how that has nothing to do with matthews appeal. you laugh, shaking your head softly.
“then why??”
you began to mimic the iconic ‘i love you, i want you, seok matthew’ hand gesture only for gunwook to start groaning in annoyance. he waved his hand, an ‘oh please’ expression. he then did his signature salute, shaking his hand dramatically as a reference to when his hand had a tremor from nervousness. you hit his shoulder, laughing lightheartedly.
“baby. i mean he’s cute.”
“well.. i *am* younger than him..” he says, twisting your words on you. gunwook began raising his hands, but before he could even raise them above his chest you gently held them with your own, stopping whatever aegyo he was about to do.
“you are plenty cute gunwook.” his eyes furrowed, clearly unsatisfied.
“if i’m stronger, and cuter than him. then why aren’t i your favorite??”
“who said anything about favorites?” you asked him with a pout.
“well is he?”
“…”
“see!” he whined, dramatically walking off with small stomps.
you followed up after him, giving him a free teasing pokes to his arm. “is my baby jealous??”
“am not!”
“yuh-huh!” you teased further, making him scoff at even the idea of being jealous.
“let me show you how… how.. unbothered i an by this!”
he then grabbed your hand (in a *totally* non jealous way!) and dragged you with him as you continued to waltz around the park.
“it’s okay gunwook~ he may be my favorite trainee but there’s no replacing you!”
“there better not be.” he mumbled, giving you a slight side eye. he then paused, turning around to face you and before pointing at your face.
“…. but i’m not jealous!”
Lee Seunghwan
you had decided to wait for him outside of the building, the butterflies you had forgotten about creeping up onto you when you finally saw him again. his eyes lit up, quickly embracing you as if the world was gonna crash any second. you kissed both his cheeks, smiling at his usual clingy behavior.
“you’ve been having fun?” seunghwan pouts, shaking his head quickly.
“oh baby it’s terrible, only you could fix the stress i have right now” he slyly wrapped his arm around your waist. you sighed, but did nothing to stop his roaming hands. seunghwan buried himself in your neck, trailing soft love bites all over your neck and collar bone.
“really? in public hwan?”
he let out a bitter laugh. “after those trainees, i need some stress relief.”
you clicked your tongue, gently combing through his hair.
“you mean daeul and junhyeon?”
“you’ve been watching??” he looks up at you, a shocked expression. you could only nod at him, continuing your soothing motion with your hands. “i actually really like them! especially daeul.”
seunghwan narrowed his eyes at you, looking at you hesitantly. he was quite offended honestly! how could you like daeul after the side eyes he sent the boys way..
“what? more than me?” you sat there and thought about it, which only offended your boyfriend further. “i was joking babe.”
“shh! i’m thinking!” he rolled his eyes, taking your hand off his scalp. he mouthed dramatically ‘WERE. OVEERRRR’ making you click your tongue again.
“babe! it’s not that big of a deal”
“it is though, cause what do you mean you can’t pick between your *boyfriend*… and daeul” you stammered, trying to defend yourself
“well he’s just cute!”
“can he sing as well as me?”
“well no but-“
“can he dance as well as me?”
“i mean no..”
“can he rap as well as me?”
“… no…”
“and is he better looking than i am?” seunghwan finished, an expecting look. you pouted, shaking your head slowly. he joined you, shaking his head much faster than you.
“so why is it a hard choice?”
you stuttered again, avoiding eye contact. “you’re just jealous!”
he gently grabbed onto your waist again, bringing you closer. “yes. i am. im not sharing you with anyone else. not even hanbin” he said, *finally* walking you away from the entrance of the building. you continued to bicker with him, punching him on the arm at one point. he stuck his tongue out, not even able to blow a raspberry before you touched the tip of your tongues together jokingly. his grip your waist tightened, with his eyebrows furrowing.
“i’ll *show* you why i’m better than lee daeul.”
“in public??”
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kfkr1ze · 4 months ago
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[002-A16] Scissor Words
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Summary — ✈︎ The egg that suddenly grew legs managed to escape Kiroku’s grasp and ran away. Kiroku chases it, but he quickly loses sight of it…
Characters— ✈︎ Kiroku, Akuta, Muneuji, Nanaki, Sakujiro
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Location: Youkai Art Museum in Shodoshima
Kiroku: …………
Egg: ………
Kiroku: …… Ah…… there’s legs.
Egg: ………
Kiroku: ……Ah!
W-Wait……!
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Kaede: (It’s around the time we agreed to meet up. 
… I wonder if Kiroku-kun had fun.)
Hm?
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Kaede: Wow, what’s this? There’s an egg-like object with legs. Is it a youkai? Having something like this displayed at the entrance… It’s creepy but cute too!
I wanna take a picture. Where’s the camera app…
Kiroku: Hah, hah……!
Kaede: Wah!
Kiroku: Gh……!
Kaede: You surprised me…!
Why are you in such a hurry, Kiroku-kun?
Egg: ………
Kiroku: (Moving side to side) …………!
Kaede: (He’s panicking while trying to see what’s behind me…?)
Kiroku: Ah, wah…… Mn……!
(Please don’t look… over there……!)
Kaede: Eh? What is it?
Egg: ………
Kiroku: Uh……!
Kaede: … He ran away.
Huuh!? The egg-like object isn’t here anymore…!
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Location: Maze Town in Shodoshima
Kiroku: Hah…… Hah…… Hah……!
(…I lost it… What do I do……)
(I have to tell everyone on the walkie talkie app……)
Dewawa: You sure you wanna tell?
You wanna be the one who tells everyone that you lost the egg that everyone tried so hard to take care of?
Kiroku: ………
Dewawa: They’re already gonna be upset won’t they?
And on top of that, you haven’t made any progress with the lantern art right?
Pinfu: Right~
They might think you’re so pathetic since you can’t do anything at all〜
Kiroku: …………
Rouzel: That’s not true! You should just contact them! I’m sure that everyone would be worried!
Ripris: It… doesn’t matter what you do…
Both chasing the egg… and contacting everyone… is such a pain… ZZZ.
KB: Personally, I believe the best solution would be to contact the rest of themーー
What will you do, Kiroku?
Kiroku: ………
……I’m not…… telling them.
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Location: Otomari Chuuzaemon Inn in Shodoshima
Akuta: This olive soumen is SUPER good! I can munch on it as much as I want! Endless munching!
Muneuji: The fried soumen from the other day was good, but this soumen is good as well.
Nanaki: Is Chief here?
Akuta: Oh, nah he’s not here right now.
Muneuji: I believe he went out with Kinugawa earlier.
Nanaki: Yeah? Then I guess later will be fine. 
Akuta: By the way Nanaki, are you in a good mood? You’ve been all smiley lately. Did something happen?
Nanaki: Oh actually, I was just working on the song for the encore of the summer festival. The one that’s supposed to match the BPM of the fireworks, 
I just wanted to show it to the chief a little since I finished it. 
Akuta: EH!? Nanaki, you can make music!?
Nanaki: Well. Yeah I can.
Akuta: REALLY~~~~?! I also challenged myself to make music before, but I couldn’t do it y’know~~~~!
Man, I can’t even read sheet music. The notes just look like tadpoles dancing…
I really respect people who can make songs〜!
Meaning I really respect you, Nanaki~~~!
Nanaki: You’re going way too hard on the praise.
Akuta: You don’t gotta be humble! Actually, I really wanna make a song one day, so you gotta help me!
Nanaki: If I feel like it.
Akuta: Yayy!
I gotta make a plan to get you to feel like it soon~~~!
Muneuji: … By the way. 
Yesterday, Kinugawa was the one who got the egg, wasn't he? 
But I haven’t seen his face at all today.
In other words, that would mean he still has the egg.
Nanaki: Now that you mention it, you’re probably right about that.
Muneuji: And he hasn’t come online on the walkie talkie app at all today… If I’m being honest, I’m a bit worried.
Nanaki: You think something bad happened?
Akuta: Nahh I’m sure he’s all good! I mean that guy looks like he’s strong!
Muneuji: No… He could’ve been abducted by an alien. 
Nanaki: I-I’m not too sure about that.
Muneuji: I don’t think it’ll be a problem since Chief is also with him, but just in case, I’m going to look for him outside.
Nanaki: No, I’m pretty sure you’re getting too anxious. You should calm down. 
Muneuji: If he got abducted, it’d be too late to save him…! (Quickly runs away)
Akuta: Huh?
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Kiroku: …… I finally…… found it.
(But… I think it got scared of a crow… and started clinging to the branch of a tree……)
Egg: …………
Kiroku: …… You can’t …… get off?
Egg: …………
Kiroku: (If I spread out my shirt… it can act like a trampoline.)
…… Come here.
Egg: …………!
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Kiroku: …… You did it. That’s great.
Egg: …………!
Kiroku: (…Cute… Okay I have to… hurry and bring the egg to everyone……)
(But.)
(Looks around.)
Kiroku: (I don't know where this is…… And it’s getting dark. I should talk to the kids[1]… Ah.)
I… don’t have the finger puppets……
(No, before I look for them, I have to hand the egg over to the next person…)
(I’m getting a lot of notifications on the walkie talkie app… I should respond to everyone … No, but)
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Dewawa: They’re already gonna be upset won’t they?
And on top of that, you haven’t made any progress with the lantern art right?
Pinfu: Right~
They might think you’re so pathetic since you can’t do anything at all〜
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Kiroku: (I definitely can’t…… I need to do this… on my own.
I have to hurry and bring the egg home…!)
(But, I also can’t just leave those kids behind……
Especially on a trip to a place I might never come back to……)
(We’ve been together for practically my whole life……
Those kidsーー)
Ah……
Kaede: Kiroku-kun! Thank goodness…!
Sakujiro: So you were in a place like this.
Kaede: You did have a GPS with you, but I was really worried when you just up and left like that!
Kiroku: I… I’m… sorry……
Kaede: No, it’s fine. I’m just glad that you’re safe. But next time, don’t run around so much that you end up getting lost.
Also… Here.
Kiroku: ……Ah……!
Kaede: I found them on the side of the road. They’re yours, right Kiroku-kun?
Kiroku: …… Yes…… They’re… my friends……
Kaede: I thought so. Be careful not to drop them next time.
Okay, let’s go back to the inn!
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Kiroku: …………
Kaede: ………
(Kiroku-kun… He’s been looking uncomfortable this whole time…
Almost like he wants to say something, but can’t.)
(Kiroku-kun is quieter than most people, but that doesn’t mean he’s not interested in his surroundings.)
(In fact, it feels like he’s more considerate about his surroundings than most people are. 
That’s whyーー)
(If only I could find a way to get him more comfortable…)
Oh right!
Kiroku-kun. Let’s use PeChat.
Kiroku: Eh……?
Kaede: If it’s hard for you to put something into words, maybe it’d be easier for you to put it down in writing. We can give it a try.
Kiroku: ……
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Kiroku: ………
……My next message.
…… Is going to be…… a little longer……
Kaede: Got it. I’ll wait for you.
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Kiroku: ………
(I’ll… open the walkie talkie app.)
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Akuta: “Ahー Ahー Mic test! Testing, testing, one two three. 
Is Kiroku-san thereee? Go ahead.”
Kiroku: Ah……! He…llo…… Go …… ahead.
Akuta: “I’m glad we finally got in contact with you! Muneuji was really worried about you, y'know. He jumped up and ran out of the inn. Copy.
Kiroku: …… Co ……
Akuta: “So, so? How are things on your end? You still on planet Earth?”
Kiroku: I’m… I’m coming back…… Copy.
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Notes — ✈︎
“Those kids” referring to the finger puppets.
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theplushfrog · 6 months ago
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Hey so, I haven't seen much about this on here, but a GREAT resource for protesters, ESPECIALLY protesters who might be targeted by signal jamming cell phones.
Meshtastic is a totally open source project that basically enables radio wave texting. Think walkie-talkies but better and with texting. It's been catching on especially in Europe, but has been growing in popularity all over.
The devices use line-of-sight connections, but the fun part is that your messages can also piggy back other devices in the area to get a bigger reach (while your message stays encrypted). So the more devices in an area, the bigger signal you can use.
These are perfect for protests, concerts, hiking, or other situations where your cell signal might end up useless.
Most meshtastic devices connect via bluetooth to your phone, so you can text on your phone with the app, making it super easy to send & receive messages in a way you're already used to. There are also ones with their own keyboards so it's a fully contained texting device.
The system is totally open source, which means if you're techy, you can put together your own device for like $30-40 at cheapest. If you're not about soldering wires or 3D printing your own stuff, you can often grab these at $60-70 at cheapest. Some examples here. Just make sure you're getting one that is setup for the legal radio frequencies you can use in your country.
Right now a lot of the documentation is written for people who previously used ham radios, or are just techy sorts, so it get confusing fast, but it's quickly becoming more beginner user friendly and really is a great resource for people wishing to buck the system or have a backup system in case of emergencies.
Right now you can check out and see if there's anyone around you who have shared the location of their meshtastic nodes on these maps.
If you want more info, of course check out the meshtastic website, but there's also plenty of youtube tutorials that can help you out as well as the meshtastic discord where you can find a lot more help.
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shiprasharma2927 · 28 days ago
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Explore remote areas with confidence. A long range walkie talkie ensures reliable communication on your outdoor adventures.
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patibato · 4 months ago
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[Bitter Sweet Sixteen] 002-A16 - Scissor Words
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Kiroku: … …
Egg: …
Kiroku: …L…legs.
Egg: ……
Kiroku: …Ah!
*shlap shlap shlap*
Kiroku: W-wait…!
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Momiji: (It's about time for us to meet. …I wonder if Kiroku-kun had fun.)
Hm?
Woah, what's this piece? An egg yokai that's sprouted legs? Decorating the entrance with this is so creepy-cute!
I've gotta take a photo. Camera, camera…
*click*
Kiroku: Haa, haa… …!
Momiji: Wah!
Kiroku: -…!
Momiji: You surprised me…! What are you in a rush for, Kiroku-kun?
Kiroku: …
… …!
Momiji: (He's agitatedly looking behind me…?)
Kiroku: Ah, wha… ah…! (Don't look over there…!)
Momiji: Huh? What is it?
Egg: …
*shlap shlap shlap*
Kiroku: -…!
*footsteps*
Momiji: …He left.
Huh!? The egg piece disappeared…!
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Kiroku: Haa… haa… haa…!
(…I've lost it, what do I do…)
(I'll contact everyone on the app…)
*bwing*
Dewawa: You seriously gonna tell 'em? Say the egg that's so important to them all ran away~?
Kiroku: …
Dewawa: They gonna be shocked? Your lantern art hasn't progressed either, yeah?
Pinfu: Yeah~ Might think you're so~ shameful~
Kiroku: ……
Rouzel: That's not it! It'd be best to joindre them! Tout le monde is surely worried!
Ripris: S'fine… either way… contacting and chasing… are both a pain… zzz.
KB: Nay, I believe getting in contact to be the optimal solution - what say you, Kiroku?
Kiroku: …
…I…… won't contact them.
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Akuta: This olive somen is SOOO GOOOOOOD! I could munch on it forever! Infinite munching!
Muneuji: The fried somen from the other day was excellent, but this too is wonderful.
*door opens*
Nanaki: Is Chief here?
Akuta: Ooh, not riiight now.
Muneuji: I'm fairly certain they went out with Kinugawa.
Nanaki: Ah. I'll leave it for later then.
Akuta: Anyway, you doing good, Nanaki? You're all smiley. Something happen?
Nanaki: Nah, though I did manage to make a song with a BPM to match the encore fireworks.
Since it's done, I kinda want to show it to Chief.
Akuta: Eh!? You can make music and stuff!?
Nanaki: Well. Yeah.
Akuta: For real~~~~!? I've tried making songs before, but it was impossible, y'know~~~~!
First of all, I can't read sheet music. Can't see the notes as anything other than dancing tadpoles.
I really respect guys who can do it~! In other words, I really respect YOU, Nanaki~~~!
Nanaki: You're exaggerating.
Akuta: This is no time to be modest! I wanna make a song someday too, so help me out!
Nanaki: If I feel like it.
Akuta: Yippee! I'll work out a strategy to make you feel like it~~~!
Muneuji: …Incidentally.
The one on egg duty yesterday was Kinugawa. Yet despite the date change, he's yet to show himself today.
That is to say, he's still in possession of the egg.
Nanaki: Now that you mention it, you're right.
Muneuji: He hasn't been online, either… I'm a tad concerned.
Nanaki: Think he's in trouble?
Akuta: Nah, I'm sure he's fine. That guy's huge! Gotta be strong too!
Muneuji: No… …he may have been abducted by aliens.
Nanaki: I-I wonder about that.
Muneuji: I suppose there's no problem, as he should be with Chief, but just to be sure, I shall scout around outside.
Nanaki: No no, I think you're a bit too concerned about that. Calm down.
Muneuji: It'll be too late by the time he gets taken…!
*running*
Akuta: What?
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Kiroku: … Finally… found it.
(But, the crows scared it, and now it's clinging to a tree branch…)
Egg: ……
Kiroku: …Can you not… get down?
Egg: …
Kiroku: (I'll hold out my shirt to make a trampoline.)
…Here.
Egg: …!
*rustle*
Kiroku: … Thank goodness.
Egg: …!
Kiroku: (… Cute… I need to take it to the others quickly…)
(But.)
(Where am I… everything's dark. I'll consult those kids… ah.)
My puppets are… gone…
(No, before I search for them, I need to hand the egg over to the next person…)
(There's a lot of notifications on the walkie-talkie app… I'll contact every… no, but.)
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Dewawa: They gonna be shocked? Your lantern art hasn't progressed either, yeah?
Pinfu: Yeah~ Might think you're so~ shameful~
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Kiroku: (It really is no good… I've gotta do something myself. I need to take the egg back quickly…!)
(But, I can't just leave those kids… Not somewhere I may never come back to…)
(We've always been together… They're-)
*car pulls up*
Kiroku: Ah…
Momiji: Kiroku-kun! Thank goodness…!
Sakujiro: So this is where you were.
Momiji: We had the GPS, but I was worrying about what suddenly happened!
Kiroku: I… I'm… sorry…
Momiji: No, as long as you're alright. But don't run around so much that you get lost, okay?
And… here.
Kiroku: …Ah…!
Momiji: They'd fallen by the side of the road. They're yours, right?
Kiroku: …Yeah… they're my… friends…
Momiji: I thought so. Try not to drop them next time, yeah?
Alright, let's head back to the inn!
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Kiroku: ……
Momiji: …
(Kiroku-kun's been making an awkward face this whole time… Like he wants to say something, but can't.)
(Kiroku-kun's a lot more taciturn than others, but that doesn't necessarily mean he isn't interested in those around him.)
(Rather, it looks like it makes him more attentive to his surroundings than most. That's why-)
(If I could do something to console his heart…)
I know. Kiroku-kun, how about we use PeChat?
Kiroku: Eh…?
Momiji: Using words is difficult, but maybe you can spell it out. Let's give it a go.
Kiroku: …
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Momiji: Don't worry about what happened today
I know you're truly a considerate person
Kiroku: Sorry for bothering you so much
Momiji: It's fine, I understand you've always got a lot on your mind
Kiroku: ……
…This might.
…Take a bit… to type…
Momiji: Got it. I'll wait.
*blip*
Kiroku: I'll tell you. Why I'm like this. Why I became bad at talking
I accidentally hurt a friend of mine with my words when I was in elementary school. Even though they were such a precious friend
I thought a lot after that. And decided it'd be best if I didn't use words
So I became bad at getting words out
I've not made any progress on the lantern art either, I'm sorry
Even though I can draw properly when nobody else knows. I feel that expressing myself may hurt someone. And it might come back around to hurt me
So I got scared. Sorry
Momiji: No need to apologise. It's incredibly brave of you to express that
There will be times you can't get your thoughts across and end up hurting something
But if you ask me, it's really important to communicate, even if there are times you clash and fight with each other
Face it with courage, and if you're wrong, you can take it back. It's fine to try your best until you can get yourself across properly
That way, won't you be able to build up your relationship with someone?
Words and art are the same. As long as you fear expressing yourself, you'll never understand each other
If you can face them with courage, I'm sure they'll accept you
Kiroku: …
(I'll… start up the walkie-talkie app.)
*beep*
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Akuta: "Aah aah, testing the mic now. Is that Kiroku-san? Hey there."
Kiroku: -…! He-hello… Hey… there.
Akuta: "Finally connected! Muneuji was real worried about you, flew right out of the inn. Copy."
Kiroku: …Co …
Akuta: "Anyway anyway, how ya doin'? Still on earth?"
Kiroku: I… …I'm on my way back… …copy.
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loveoaths · 2 years ago
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@alderaanakin tagged me in a phone-screenshot-game-thing! thank you!!
this is silly as shit but uhhh my lock and home screen are yugioh fanart? an artist of color i really love did these, and since these characters were such a big deal to me as a little brown boy, i had to slap these bad boys on my phone. plus, yami yugi looks a little like me when i can be bothered to put real clothes on, and i’m into myself enough to enjoy looking someone similar to me every day lmfao.
i’m gonna tag uhhh @n0cea and @phvnthom!
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justin-chapmanswers · 2 years ago
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Hello! Hope you’re having a swagalicious time of day! Just wanted to ask what’s you’re writing process when coming up with funny little jokes/gags? When inspiration strikes from some random scenario that pops in my head I usually tend to write it down in some notes app, essentially saving it for later. Do comedic ideas just pop up when in the process of writing for a particular setting, or do you try to incorporate previous unused joke ideas into your work? Also what’s your favourite type of snack? (hopefully something better than oatmeal raisin), personally I like popcorn , it’s got an onomatopoeia in it and a vegetable at the same time! Pretty crazy stuff!
Very swagalicious!
I'd say the majority of the jokes I've written were in the writing process, as I was going. I think there's something really special about trusting that you'll find the humor in what you're writing as you go.
First that comes to mind is in s3e10, the first Indefinite rejoin episode. I block out some space ahead of time in an outline for reintroducing the former contestants with a few goals regarding what I'd like to re-establish about them, their relationships, and their scenario on the island. The Sinkers are a united/supportive front, Cabby is cold with them, Goo invites himself into Cabby's world, the've been waiting for news for a while and are confused, etc etc. MePhone's not there yet, the competition hasn't started, I just need to find a vehicle to explore this.
While writing out the convo about what the contestants guess will happen next, I happen to think it's funny to have Blueberry hope for "an explosion." Then I make myself chuckle at the thought of Walkie Talkie bringing that to the next level by actually doing a countdown. I tell myself it's stupid, aaaand run with it anyway, to see how it plays. And then I end up finding that's a neat way to show the contestants actually display the exact goals I mentioned earlier, via comedic stress. Lifering and Tea Kettle have a strong rapport and game-plan that they rope Blueberry into, Blueberry is defeatist about it all, Cabby is skeptical and cements herself in her isolation, and Goo tries to make a connection- all elements that come back later in the episode. Nothing crazy on a story-telling level, but that's the mindset. Once-written, the scene made me laugh, and I ended up sticking with the scene after it was written.
On the flip side, sometimes I go through a whole sequence like this, realize that my direction for conveying the info for the scene is not fun like it was intended to be, aaaand I just scrap the scene and start over. If you hear that "writing is re-writing," a lot of it relates back to this initial idea I mentioned that writing is a process. There's a thousand ways to convey the idea you want to get across. Sometimes it's worth seeing if you can write a scene with the same starting and ending points, but with a more-enjoyable middle to get you there. Maybe you'll like it more, maybe you won't.
Back to the original question, once in a blue moon I'll have a joke in my head ahead-of-time. In s3e6 there's a short scene basically devoted to the silly joke about Silver not knowing what a penny is. It's dumb, but I felt determined to get it in there. Or sometimes it's something more broad, like s3e4's "You are Cordially Invited" scene transitions, that can be funny but are also jumping-off points. Such as using that transition after a while of being away from it to cut off Inner-Flame-Candle mid-explanation and not letting Silver hear the answer to his Inner-Flame question. A little funny, a little sad.
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Aaaaaaaaand chocolate. Any kind of chocolate that I'm not allergic to is the best snack. There's never enough of it.
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dayfalwastaken · 1 year ago
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William Afton and the woes of computing.
If it were up to Steve Jobs and Wozniak, he would’ve most likely been called a hobbyist. A hacker if they were being generous. Some poor sod who took apart commercial products so he could build ham radios, but William had long since stopped assembling walkie talkies. It was his kind of practice of taking everything apart that had enabled him and Henry to develop the Springlock suits. The same could be said for all of their creations, including the software. Early on in their work they had discovered just how tedious animating by hand could be, for example. If they wanted as many unique shows to be played for their customers with as little repetition, as opposed to their competitors, they’d need a new method of making Freddy and Bonnie move. That was how they’d come up with the motion capture sensors within the Springlocks. An elegant, simple yet genius solution.
The problem, however, arose from the fact that cutting edge tech build in a garage by two guys in their spare time was still built in a garage. It was prone to failure more often than not. For all of their refinement and attention to detail, the animatronics glitching while in the middle of a performance had been and remained a real possibility. They’d been lucky no glitches had occurred thus far, but William found himself not being very optimistic for the foreseeable future from how things were currently going for him.
Just in the past hour he’d gone through four crashes and had his program freeze twice. Each one of them could’ve permanently corrupted the tape, which would’ve screwed tomorrow’s show. Suffice to say, William had gone and deleted all of his hidden text files. He owed Henry an apology.
Bent forward with his chin resting on his arms, William fought off the sleep as he stared blankly at the ongoing animation. Funny how now of all times he was regretting investing in that coffee machine for his office. He’d always had his secretary bring him his morning coffee… He really should’ve thanked that woman more often.
Wow, William. Missing your last job? You’re getting sloppy.
But it was the little things he longed for. Briefly, he questioned whether the people that had worked under him thought much if his departure from the company. Had they considered him a good boss? A part of him hoped they did. He’d done his best in spite of the menial rewards of his high position. In his opinion.
Though, to his exasperation, and without notice, the replay froze. Grumbling to himself, he made a mental note of the timer beneath the Camera Port and hit the refresh button, hoping to God this wouldn’t be the tape’s last straw. His fists clenched when he didn’t see the loading icon spinning. There was no icon at all in fact, like the screen had frozen along with the app.
C’mon, this shouldn’t be so hard on your graphics card! What more do you want from me? But of course, there was no response. Screw it. First thing tomorrow I’m making some phone calls and getting better parts. I’ll pay for them later. Henry would no doubt complain about it, but if William was gonna have to do this on a regular basis he wasn’t about to waste his time on broken hardware. He’d look into the code later, but if there was something wrong inside he couldn’t afford to make repairs with stuff reserved for the Springlocks. Those two took priority over everything else.
He kept clicking on the refresh circle, thinking that maybe input lag had gotten in the way, but nothing was happening.
Seven minutes in and he was about to drive his fist through the monitor. Thankfully, on the eight-minute mark, his prayers had been answered. Two pop-ups revealed themselves on the screen. He read the first one.
You are running low on memory.
Recommended action: Save your files and restart all open programs.
“Oh, piss of! You stupid, two-bit piece of crap!” Holding the mouse with enough strength to crack its plastic casing, he clicked on the second pop-up, daring it to say something that’d further anger him.
You have one (1) new video.
Play it? Y/N
“…What?” Anger was immediately replaced with confusion and a sense of morbid fascination. This confirmed the computer was bugged, but the programmer within wouldn’t stand not seeing what had been produced. It could be nothing but a black screen and static audio, perhaps created from misinterpreted code, but he had to see. Open Source allowed for pretty much anything to be made so long as one knew what they were doing. It wasn’t unreasonable to imagine a glitch causing statements to be read out of context and be crapped out into a video.
William’s finger inched closer to the Y key. What a ludicrous message indeed. And yet, his gut was telling him he was in for a big surprise.
The moment the video began playing, the entire screen had been engulfed in a white light, blinding him momentarily. The second thing to happen was the music. Blasting at full volume, a company PSA-type melody- the kind usually played in advertisements- rang out, so loud it could be heard throughout the whole restaurant.
William fell off his chair, close to spilling his third drink over the keyboard. Dazed and covering his ears in pain, he pulled himself up, barely seeing enough to turn the volume dial down enough to where his eardrums wouldn’t explode. He spent the next couple of second rubbing at his eyes and groaning. Once he’d regained his vision he propped up his chair, just in time to catch the light fading into something more recognizable. A cartoonish, white bear character with pink round cheeks and purple accents, waving at the camera. On his head was a top hat not unlike Fredbear’s, while on his chest were two black buttons and a bowtie. Below it, a red introductory card. It said; HELLO, my name is Helpy.
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