#safecrxcker

[wantediniceland]

(( @safecrxcker ))

“This doesn’t count, I let your guy catch me,” Hardison spit out in heavily American-accented German. He was tossed to his knees in front of Bogdanow -- bit dramatic -- with his hands tied behind his back but thankfully no more burlap sack over his head. “I had to because you buttholes wouldn’t stop following me, and there were places I didn’t want you to go.” The last thing he needed was for them to follow him to his actual real place of residence, or god forbid, back to America to visit his nana or something.

[sgtbarnxs-a]

closed starter ★ @safecrxcker

   The soldier knew how to stay hidden, he knew how to cover his tracks -- but that loud stomping of rapidly approaching boots was unmistakable, they were coming. He was on his feet in an instant, out in the hall as a mass of people ascended the only set of rickety stairs the old building possessed, dressed in white coveralls with masks -- not the usual HYDRA attire he noted, but pushed the thought aside. He wasted no time in attacking, if they’d found him they’d be ready, they’d come with weapons and the means to take him in, he would not let them.

   One body was already on the ground, another mid fall when he realized his mistake -- they weren’t here for him at all -- another door, the one just across the hall stood open, another man within on the attack against the white clothed men. This was not his fight at all and yet -- he saw the way they descended on him, with the intent to take control -- he found himself moving forward once more, his covered left arm finding the throat of the nearest attacker, constricting and crushing the windpipe before he threw the body towards another faceless enemy, the one approaching the man with a syringe drawn, taking him out before he could get to his target. 

[seeksredempticn]

@safecrxcker continued

ASK:  Send me 💉 for a starter of my character fresh from an experiment

Wolfgang’s entire body felt like it was buzzing. The ache of pain flashed sharper in his head with each impatient honk and beep of the busy intersection he crossed. He’d left behind the gawkers at the wreckage of the research truck he’d escaped. Now he was ducking down city streets, keeping his head low and staying out of sight. Where was he? This wasn’t Berlin.

The last thing he could remember was Whispers, the shock of electricity coursing through his body… His cluster’s faces flashing in front of his eyes with each surge… He couldn’t reach them. He tried to visit and it felt like he was being blocked off from them entirely. He reached out elsewhere, never one to ask for help and yet not having many options. He found himself in front of the man he’d met not long ago on the balcony.

“I need help.”

           In one picture, little Rachel was on Becca’s shoulders, holding fistfuls of her mother’s hair whose lips stretched out in a huge smile. In another, Rachel wore a floppy, oversized hat, enough sunscreen on her face to look as white as a geisha, a pink swimsuit with a tutu and having the time of her life eating sand.

           And Bucky? Well, he was grinning wider than anyone in any of the pictures his sister sent him through Whatsapp. The coffee he’d ordered had already gone cold; his muffin, entirely forgotten.

           Shattering his peace, the man from the balcony essentially materialized in front of him. It wasn’t him popping in that startled Bucky (he’d mostly grown accustomed to that, with his cluster, though he could usually tell they were coming), but his appearance, and his clothes.

           There was only one place sensates were dressed up as lab rats and came out of needing help and looking like they’d been tortured. Which they had.

           “Where are you?” was Bucky’s immediate reaction, pocketing his phone and dumping enough bills to cover his snack, plus roughly 30%. He walked quickly to the bathroom, not breaking into a run only because he wanted to keep low. He needed some privacy if he wanted to talk Wolfgang through this mess. At least, he was confident he could help: one did not join the army and didn’t learn how to escape sticky situations.

[practicesmilinginthemirror]

@safecrxcker continued from here:

“I never said I was bad at getting laid,” John argued.

“And I’m probably only horny because you are.”  The last was more muttered than spoken, of course.

[hactivis-blog]

                    "Safe cracking and hacking aren’t all that different.” Nomi closes her computer now, pushing her glasses into her hair for a moment so she can rub the palms over her hands against her eyes. Give them a break from the screen as she thinks, glasses settled on her nose. “Safes are just way more... Physical.” and she doubts cracking safes takes this long...

@safecrxcker - sc.

[hittcr-a]

safecrxcker replied to your post: okay but hear me out: rocknrolla.

A REAL ROCKNROLLA WANTS THE WHOLE FUCKIN LOT

THE FAMOUS ARCHIE SLAP.

[franklinnelsonforthedefense]

Tennessee Mud

headcanon meme: ice cream flavors edition.

Tennessee Mud: an alcohol, drunkenness, intoxication headcanon.

Foggy drinks for all occasions. I usually talk about how he drinks to forget or so he doesn’t have to think, but Foggy has so many GOOD memories tied in with drinking to. He celebrates with watered down cheap booze at Josie’s.... Foggy is basically a college kid who never really grew up. 

[dapperfvck-arc]

tea orange

what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

I think he’s just fascinated with people. Granted, he’s interested in the occult, but I think it was never about ambition so much as understanding. Weird shit’s been happening to him since he was a kid, and magic is innate to him due to the family legacy. If he’d just had a normal life, I don’t think it would have ever been thing for him, at least not in any serious way. People, though, people are truly fascinating. To be clear, half of this active study is to learn how best to manipulate people, and he finds most generally predictable, you know, but when he finds someone truly interesting, he’s endlessly fascinated by them.

[mentiiroso-blog]

[ stay ]

your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

              “Are... are you SURE?”

In most OTHER situations like this, Lito would be ALL too happy to let Wolfgang take over. But that was HIS lover in danger, and he didn’t like the thought of having to rely on someone ELSE to protect Hernando. 

But... he knew that if HE were to fight on his own, it would only be WORSE.

              “... be CAREFUL. Alright--? He... he means               the WORLD to me.” 

[fcrgedbyfire]

♚

[     manhandling meme.     ]

     @safecrxcker

going undercover was never something he enjoyed. or particularly good at. even if he found this new ‘inner peace’, he was still prone to being too hotheaded at times. he and his new German friend somehow wound up in the den of some low-life drug-lord faking his company’s goods as cover-ups for meth. the man had called a meeting in the piazza among the tourists as insurance for his own safety. Danny ground his teeth, agitated as the bastard slandered his father’s name and drag it through the mud. 

Wolfgang must’ve seen the sheer rage bubbling to the surface when Danny moved to get up that he stopped him, placing a hand on his knee as a silent warning. knuckles white and patience worn out so thin, he sat back down, giving the other man a knowing look. 

[rebellead]

››  HABITS .     repost, not reblog ;  BOLD which habits your muse has. ITALIC which habits sometimes/might do !

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

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[wantediniceland]

(( @safecrxcker​ continued from here ))

“I was trying to wait until your alarm went off,” he admitted. “Obviously I gave in before that. Sorry." He had actually thought of it at about 1:30am, after reading a Reddit thread about younger selves right before he intended to go to sleep, and stayed awake staring at the ceiling thinking about it for a few hours. And then he spent a few more hours wanting desperately to ask Wolfgang his take on it, only he actually loved and cherished his boyfriend and wanted him to do all the bodily functions necessary for survival, like sleep. He held out for as long as he could. 

“I think I would’ve been scared of you, probably.  I guess it depends on how much earlier. If it was when we were like six or younger maybe I would’ve already made friends with Felix, and then he could’ve been my in with you. But if we were like twelve, you probably would’ve beaten the shit out of me. Most boys did at that age. Twelve through eighteen, to be honest. By the time I was eighteen I would’ve been good enough at hacking to get you stuff you wanted or needed, so that could’ve been an in.” He cut himself off. “I thought through a lot of scenarios."

[seeksredempticn]

3 and 5

meme: ROLEPLAYING HABITS QUESTIONS

3 - how often do you reach for a synonym dictionary when writing? how about mentally?

Every other post I mentally search for synonyms, but rarely I do so with an online one.

5 - do you listen to music while your write?

To start getting in the mood, to help tune out the outside noise. But once I’m settled in, it starts getting in the way.

[practicesmilinginthemirror]

[continued from here]

@safecrxcker

The initial message on John’s phone had been more or less readable, with a small bit of effort, but had been messy and nonsensical enough that John had imagined Wolfgang tapping out the letters with a rave in the background and alcohol rushing his veins.  He had not imagined Wolfgang showing up in his bedroom, but then again, he still hadn’t gotten accustomed to their manner of visiting in general.

“You’re right, I don’t,” John nodded from his spot inside the covers, half propped against his headboard.  After a week of on-off double shifts, he was exhausted, and settled into bed far earlier than normal.  “Is that a thing I’m gonna end up finding on my phone one of these days?”  It didn’t seem outside the realm of possibility that Wolfgang would download apps for him.

[dcmino-effect-blog]

“You okay?”

rooftop | accepting | @safecrxcker

“Yeah. Just... looking.” Domino didn’t have laser vision or a spide-y sense like that. To her, when she looked at the city, she just saw the lights and the cars move down the streets. Everyday people doing everyday things. “If you don’t wanna get introspective, now’s your chance to run away.”

[weightofworlds-blog1]

@safecrxcker  ||  starter call

        As the car pulled up to the new safe house, this one provided by her own husband, Kala found her heartbeat accelerating. Adrenaline screamed in her veins, and her palms were damp as she rubbed them against her slacks. It was foolish for her to be so nervous; it was not as if she didn’t know that Wolfgang was well, and looking forward to seeing her. They shared a mind, in many ways -- she knew that her feelings were reciprocated. But this would be the first time she could see him, touch him, in person, and apparently, that made all the difference. 

      When the vehicle came to a halt, Kala slid out of the back seat last, her knees feeling unsteady. She could see Rajan and Wolfgang there, standing in the drive -- both of them waiting for her. But Wolfgang, her oft-unwanted specter, was the only face she could see. He had survived torture and betrayal and so many horrors, and Kala wanted him safe in her arms. Was that so wrong? Perhaps. But Rajan seemed to understand -- accept her feelings, even. And so, when her eyes locked with Wolfgang’s, she moved straight to him, her speed not slowing until her arms were around his waist, her face buried in his shoulder. “You’re all right,” she whispered, as if amazed by that fact. “You’re here, and you’re all right.”