#cryptage week

[roughluckart]

It's cryptage week and they are my og forevergirls so I'm participating (sorta)

Day 1&2: first date & food

[thesleepycrypto]

ITS CRYPTAGE WEEK!

Use the #cryptageweek so we can find your posts!

You can also find us on discord! Come see the amazingly talented people helping this event come to life!

Or just come hang out and chat with some awesome people :) <3

[mirapteo]

this is all for the cameras!!!! absolutely no undeniable unfathomable horrific falling in love going on round these parts!!!!

[jessadilla]

There was a holohacker week over on twitter and these are all my entries because I'm a little heart eyes over these two.

Image 01: Day 1: Season 3

Image 02: Day 2: Overtime

Image 03+04: Day 3: Secrets

Image 05+06: Day 4: Pining

Image 07: Day 5: Future

Image 08: Day 6: Domestic

Image 09: Day 7: Free day (King/knight AU :3)

[pingultaccel]

Bamboozle break☀️🥪

[hrghhhhhhhhh]

i forgot to post literally anything else from holohackerweek gooDDAMN IT sorry tumbl!

day2: Overtime

day3: Secret

day4: Pining

(i missed 5-6 so i ended with a confetti kiss for them!!)

holohackerweek day 1: Season 3!!

Mirage's opening lines always make me get all flustered, but I KNOW I'm not the only one :>

[decrypt-o]

Hi hello yes I have not written fic in years but wanted to contribute to Cryptage Week so here we go. I'm a day behind but I'm gonna try and catch up (no promises tho).

please enjoy & feel free to rb or like or whatever. kudos & comments are appreciated!

[la-chancla-21]

*Mirage and Crypto fighting in the background* Bloodhound: Dude, just fuck already. Bangalore: Wasn't Mirage your boyfriend? Bloodhound: Wasn´t Loba just a friend? Bangalore: What is that supposed to mean? Bloodhound: It means that I have eyes behind this mask.

[rattlung]

you ever get like these out of nowhere super specific aus stuck in your head. like it’s got absolutely zero context within the canon universe and it’s not the typical trope aus like the coffee shops or the high school aus

like rn i’m invested in this random ass grocery store au for cryptage where they’re like 19-22 and mirage is a normal cashier who’s got a big ass crush on the quiet guy who stocks the shelves and doesn’t talk to anyone besides the store manager and vendors

[seerofmike]

I’m glad you brought it up. I was just talking to a friend about octane/seer (ship) and how underrated they are when they act like That and then I was like “weren’t they exes” and my brain induced this hazy memory of a dream of some night a few weeks ago where I was consuming nightly face melting doobies and browsing /r/apexlore a lot and I swear I read that they were exes but I don’t remember OPs proof??????? Because of my self-induced weed amnesia??? Mike do you know if they are exes

its not confirmed but there's Enough there that it's truly mind boggling that the fandom isn't way more into seertane when it's just cryptage but better but with an actual LGBT character and not the fake-out rep that people pretend mirage is. like, i get it, mirage is THE blorbo but octane is pretty damn high up there if past character polls have been an indication, so you just have to wonder why seertane gets significantly less attention from the fandom. seer deserves more love >:(

[apex-rarepairweek]

Hello!

First, thank you for everyone who filled out our survey! We are glad to bring you Apex Legends's first Rarepair Week, a week dedicated to rarepairs you feel don't get enough love.

All forms of participation are welcome! Fics, fanart, music, even gameplay or in-game screenshots or edits of your favorites together!

Due to the state of Apex Legends' lore, not every pairing gets to interact with one another, and we hope that by hosting this week, you will get to see some of your favorite pairings represented.

We will reblog all submissions here! The week will begin in October, and we will post the prompt list and dates here soon!

We will also soon open up a collection on Archive of our Own to accept fanworks, and we will open that collection soon. :-)

A few ground rules:

This is rarepair week. While you are absolutely welcome to use our prompts for your own work, we won't reblog it if it consists of a pairing we feel is not a rarepair.

Pairings we do not consider rarepairs: Miragehound, Darksparks, Cryptage, Wattane, and Miwraith. We will likely not reblog any 'submissions' containing these pairings as the main focus (but they are welcome as background pairs!)

We will also not accept submissions for certain ships, such as: Gibraltar x female characters, Revenant x Loba, and any ship with an age gap of more than 20 years, excluding ships including Revenant, as Revenant is a simulacrum and not actually a human.

Ships the 20 year rule applies to: Caustic x Lifeline, Caustic x Octane, Caustic x Wattson, and Caustic x Rampart.

We will also not reblog or accept your submission if you are a writer for Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Miragehound stans, you know exactly who we are referring to.

[thebliznet]

Cryptage Week

Day 1 - Train

Rated: M

Link To Fanfic: HERE

[thesleepycrypto]

Looking for a fun group of people to talk Cryptage/Holohacker, or other ships?

Come join our discord server! And while you’re at it, check out our Cryptage week even happening in May!! :D

Art by @sunnythesigilyph

[noctuascion]

prompt 4 on that list you just reblogged for cryptage 🥺

;; Mmm I love it. That just exudes Cryptage. ;;

--

Elliott was a morning person. By sun's first rays, he was in the kitchen, dancing to an unknown song and making breakfast for him and his morning-adverse boyfriend, who needed to be bribed with gummy worms in order to get out of bed sometimes. It was a sacrifice the trickster was willing to take, spending about ten dollars on gummy snacks every week.

Ah, maybe the tired smile he received on that made it worth more than anything in the world.

Just like every morning, Elliott was making breakfast whilst Park was hopped up on the counter, trying not to fall asleep, as he indulged in the gummy bears the trickster had provided that morning. Park's preferred taste in the sugary snacks was mostly sweet, not a particular fan of sour, and he seemed to like the yellow ones most (coincidence? Elliott doesn't think so).

The holographic trickster's eyes drifted over to his boyfriend, over his mussed hair and half-lidded eyes, his vacant stare into space, and the weirdly adorable but slightly creepy bunny slippers Renee bought for him as a joke gift.

"Jokes on her," he said. "I needed new slippers."

Elliott had rolled his eyes, but the splash of white and pink on Park's black pajamas was enough of an incentive not to invoke his wrath.

Still, he was adorable, and Elliott was so focused on the sight that he hadn't realized the location of the pan and placed his hand forward to balance himself—only to be met with the searing pain of shoving his hand onto a scalding hot egg. The shout of pain was enough to wake Park from his sleepy state, the hacker hopping off of the counter and immediately asking what happened.

"N-Nothing, babe! Just a little, uh… accident," he tried, and it was to no avail, but Park had special eyesight that allowed him to see through bullshit, apparently.

"Let me see."

The cool touch of his partner's synthetic skin against his own was a bit of a pleasant sensation, but his hand still hurt like a bitch, and he's pretty sure it's not supposed to be that red.

Park sighed, dragging him over to the sink. "Please, you need to be more careful. You're going to hurt yourself badly one of these days."

As the hacker turned the water on and placed Elliott's hand under it, evoking a slight hiss from the male, the trickster pressed a kiss to Park's temple, probably as a means of apology. "Don't worry about me, shortcake. I'll be perfectly fine. Elliott's a big boy."

"A big boy that gets big boo boos."

"… Oh, my god. You said boo boos. That's so—"

"I will amputate your hand."

"Sorry, sorry! I love you!"

"… Moron."

—;;

Park hated the cabinets in the kitchen. Whilst he was by no means short, the highest shelf in the cabinets was just out of reach. It usually contained the coffee he was so hellbent on drinking every morning, placed up there by some sick sadism on Nox's part. They were the only avid coffee drinkers in the complex, so no one else had any qualms with it.

He would ask Revenant, since he was tall, but he was too busy glaring at him from the vents, so he opted to ask the only other person in the kitchen right now.

"Elliott? Can you grab the coffee from the top shelf?" the hacker asked, the other spinning around and looking up at the shelf in question.

"Aw. Babe, you're so tiny. S'adorable."

"You barely reach that shelf as well. And it's two inches."

Elliott waved his hand (the one wrapped in bandages from yesterday's breakfast incident), approaching the smaller male with a smile. "Details, honey. Details."

As Park had said before, Elliott was only two inches taller, and the shelf was rather high, so the man had to get on his tippy-toes to grab it. It wasn't shoved too far back, but Elliott's grip had slipped, and the coffee beans had fallen directly onto the other's face—more specifically, his nose.

Yet another cry of pain was heard, and Park had gasped at the sound of impact, a half-synthetic hand moving to cover his mouth. Faintly, he heard Revenant chuckle from the vents, and he reminded himself to change his voice modulator to sound like a thirteen year old girl.

"Elliott, are you okay?" he asked, the other holding a hand over his nose and waving his hand in that same nonchalance Park has become so accustomed to.

"No, no, I'm f-fine. Ow, oh, fuck. No, probably just, y'know, bruised it."

When the trickster pulled his hand away, Park wasn't too surprised to find scarlet dripping from his nose, and immediately went to fetch some napkins.

"Hold your head back."

Elliott did as instructed, feeling Park's fingers gently run through his curls and delicately clamp the napkin over his bleeding nose.

"Well, that's… two incidents. You sure you don't wanna bail on the hacker gig and become a nurse? I think you'd look cute in those little nurse outfits, y'know?"

"Yes, I can start by giving you the biggest needle possible. How does that sound?"

"… I love you, sugar pie."

"Menace."

—;;

Park was at his wit's end when he got a call from Ajay not five minutes after Elliott left with Octavio. He had been at a small, secluded café that Natalie had wanted to try, and Renee had managed to convince him to tag along. Elliott had said he didn't want to ruin their good time, so he and Octavio headed out to who-knows-where, frankly, and, apparently, it was somewhere that ended up with both of them in the hospital with minor injuries.

Park had bid the ladies farewell, though, before he left, Natalie had placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "You are in love with a man child."

Sad thing is—she's not even wrong.

Still, that was his man child, and he had to go see if he was going to be okay or not—and maybe yell at him for being so reckless and stupid. And then, after Ajay was done yelling at Octavio, maybe yell at him for constantly putting Elliott in danger. Basically, he was going to be yelling a lot in a few minutes.

Once Park found Elliott's room, he rushed inside and felt relieved to see the other smiling at him. His nose was still a bit bruised from yesterday's little coffee incident, and his hand was still bandaged from the prior day's egg incident. However, a cast around his other hand bandages around his ankle were the more recent injuries, a small bruise on his left cheek accompanying them. At least he wasn't dead.

"Hey, sweetheart. Uh, sorry to, have messed up your day out."

He was so painfully sweet that it almost made Park feel bad about wanting to scold him.

Almost.

"Ssibal, Elliott, what is wrong with you!?" he began, a hand coming up to run a hand through his raven locks. "Do you just lose all sense of self-preservation around Silva?"

"… Do you want me to answer that honestly?"

"Ugh."

Park sat at the chair pulled up beside Elliott's bed, and he suspected that was Ajay's doing, which meant she had already scolded him and was probably working on Octavio right now.

However, he was snapped out of his anger by a tanned hand coming to cup his own, gently gripping. His gaze raised to Elliott's, who suddenly looked rather sad, and, really, Park hated that look on him.

"Why do you always do this to yourself?" he asked softly, tightening his hold just slightly. "You're always dealing with me getting myself hurt and it just makes you worry, and you have enough t-to worry about—i-it just doesn't feel… fair."

"Because, dumbass, I love you," the hacker said, a softer frown crossing his features. "I worry about you because I care about you. You have a habit of being an idiot and hurting yourself, but that's not reason enough for me to leave you." A small smile now curls his lips leaning over to press a kiss to the other's cheek, being cautious of the bruise there. "I'm willing to be here for all of your bumps and bruises."

Elliott let a smile of his own appear, placing a hand on Park's cheek and idly rubbing at his cheekbone. "I dunno what I'd do without you."

"Break every bone in your body, probably," the other replied with mirth in his eyes, a hand raising to gently place itself on Elliott's, turning his head and pressing a small kiss to the palm. "But I expect you to do the same if I'm ever hurt."

"Oh, please. If you got a paper cut, I'd call the ER."

"You have called the ER over a paper cut."

"I didn't want it to get infected!"

The hacker rolled his eyes affectionately, an amused huff leaning him. "You're insane."

"Insanely in love! You know you love it."

"… Yeah, I do."

[cocotheloco13]

5, Cryptage

It had been a long day for the hacker. With the tiring games, dealing with the press afterwards, the long hours working away at his computer hacking and coding for hours on end made sure that Tae Joon was tired. He didn’t even realize how long his day was till he finally sat back in his chair. A groan leaving the man as he stretched his arms over his head, getting a satisfying crack from his stiff joints. Glancing over at the clock that read 2:03 in the morning the Korean groaned. This was a normal time for him to be up and about but usually not on the nights he played in the games. Those nights he usually retired for the night sooner.

Then to top it off he skipped dinner too because he was so focused on his hacking. He was getting some good progress so he got sucked in. But now Tae Joon didn’t even have the energy to press a single key on his keyboard.

Getting up he stood up with a loud pop coming from his back. It hurt for a moment before he grunted in relief. His stomach growling and demanding food as he left his private room in the compound building they had to now share on Talos.

It was dead silent as he quietly made his way through the building. Going to the large kitchen that everyone used he went straight to the pantry. Grabbing a package of instant noodles he went through the motions of making it. His brain half dead from how tired he was. A yawn left the man as he lazily scratched his stomach. The baggy sweat shirt he wore pulling up with his hand.

The quiet creek of the kitchen door got his attention. Lazily he looked over to see the intruder. Elliot stood there, frozen in his spot and wide eyed. Obviously surprised to see the other man there already.

“Oh, uh... hi?” He chuckled awkwardly, a tired quietness to his voice. Both from the late hour and him not wanting to be loud so late. “What are you uh, doing here?” The man questioned as he approached the man. The only light in the room was the warm yellow light above the stove where his noodles were cooking. Illuminating the man in a warm glow as he approached.

Tae Joon just blinked at the man before looking at his food. Returning his gaze to the man he quirked a brow. “Food... why are you still up?”

“Oh! I was just getting a drink.” That familiar charming smile pulled onto Elliot’s face. The other mans gaze looked over Tae Joon. Taking in his baggy sweat shirt, comfortable pajama like pants and bare feet. A look not common for the man. It was rare to find the Korean in such casual or comfortable clothing.

Focusing on his food Tae Joon used the pair of chop sticks he had to carefully stir his food. Ignoring the look over he was getting. Wouldn’t be the first time from the man nor the last. Especially since they had this... fling going on. The Korean didn’t really know how to describe it. It was more or less a hook up with a repeat performance. Not that he would openly admit it but he didn’t mind those times he spent with the trickster.

After being on the run for so long Tae Joon was extremely touch starved. So when they first got together it wasn’t planned but it was such a relief to all of his needs.

Elliot had tackled him to protect him from getting shot during a game. Effectively pinning him to the group for a moment til lineup had to get up and return fire. That was what started it. Each touch kept building up over a long, pinning week till they finally ended up sucking each other’s faces off and then some.

“Ya in there?” A hand waving in front of his face drew the Korean from his thoughts. Glancing up he met worried, warm brown eyes. Even in the dim lighting he could still see how pretty the mans eyes were. “You have been staring at your noodles for a solid minute. Like I counted, was actually a minute.”

A soft sigh left the man as he moved to the side. Almost hyper aware of Elliot and how close he was. It had been over a month since they last did anything. Which left Tae Joon feeling needy. The closeness set his stomach in an eager flutter.

“I’m fine.” Was the simple reply that left him as he leaned against the counter. Crossing his arms over his chest. Fighting down his own urges as he let out a soft yawn.

However his attempt to distance himself from the attractive man was futile as Elliot moved to stand in front of him. So close to him they were nearly touching. A tired look was pulled to his face as he held his composure. Not letting his excitement to have the man so close slip through. Elliot had a small flirty, knowing grin on his face. “Well if you’re hungry,” large warm hands moved to his hips, “I can give you something to eat.”

Rolling his eyes Tae Joon sighed but didn’t push the man away. “Idiot.” He drawled out slowly. His tired but eager gaze locking with Elliot’s equally eager gaze. They shared a look for a long moment as they searched each other’s eyes. Which was all the invitation the man needed to move closer to the Korean. His face close enough that Tae Joon could feel his breath against his face.

“Ya know you like it,” teased the man before he closed the distance between them. The soft kiss made Tae Joon melt into it almost instantly. Elliot took the lead as he kissed the Korean man. His lips easily falling into a comfortable pace with the tired man. It was slow, lazy almost, but heated and needy on both of their ends. One of the hacker’s hands slid up the man’s board chest and up around his neck. The other traced down his side slowly before resting on his hip.

Elliot let out a soft grunt against the Koreans lips before pressing their bodies closer. The kiss getting heated more and more the longer they stand pressed against each other. The tilt of his head deepened their kiss. Elliot half pressed Tae Joon into the counter as he pressed into his warm body.

Warm fingers slipped under the baggy hoody Tae Joon wore as Elliot’s hand moved around his hips to his back. Gently tracing circles into the now exposed skin there. A soft gasp left the man as his back arched from the sudden touch. The skin to skin contact affecting him almost instantly. His need just as obvious as just how touch starved he was again. A warmth blooming over his cheeks as he broke the kiss. Elliot not stopping for a second as the Korean pressed into him. Skilled fingers caressing his back with a smirk pulled to his lips.

An amused chuckle left him as he smirked. “Reminds me of the first time we did this. So needy~,” he teased. Which he got smacked for. Tae Joon flushed as he pushed the man back. Turning away as a new found energy built up inside of his tired body.

“Let me eat first, idiot.” Rolling his eyes he turned back to his noodles. Though he now had different plans for his night after he finished eating. The man now kissing the back of his neck and holding him from behind had everything to do with it too.

[focusfightwin]

for the ship rating thing: cryptage, darksparks, lifelore and gates/ash (we need to come up with a cool ship name..)

cryptage: it’s really cute

the discord has converted me! I’m not into much m/m ships but cryptage is so good… i just want them both to be happy and they deserve it!! 

darksparks: i love itsoft n feral gal pals, v good v good. i think there could be more content reflecting wattson’s involvement in creating the ring rather than just ‘oh she’s soft and precious and can do no wrong’, and content surrounding wraith being a literal experiment. give me nat seeing the ramifications of wraith’s self-experimentation, give me her considering the morality/ethics of science.

lifelore: i love it 

the OG apex f/f ship………… i have a wip literally from the first week the game came out that i never finished. they’re two sides of the war, the medic and the soldier – and they excel in the apex games together because it’s what they’re used to. (also give me bangalore not being able to wind down from the games n lifeline having to calm her down.) and we need lifeline lore, her parents are war profiteers? the dynamic between that and bangalore coming from a military family is like. so interesting and i need more content.

ash/gates: OTP!!!!

chini ur mind… i never even thought about them and now it’s just… THEM. ash and gates intentionally separating themselves from the IMC/milita, doing their own thing and sharing some respect. ash admiring gates’ capacity to kill, gates respecting that ash refuses to stay gone even after she’s been killed twice over. and i have such a weakness for robot/human f/f aaaaaaa(and we def need a ship name for them)

from this meme!