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The Hacker Squad

Fuuka, Kou (@technologicalsound), & Takeru (@sweetshacker)

I like how they have similar color schemes :3

#fatenet musings #;donut boy #{i forgot to reblog this so i could have it on my blog toooooo}#{its so cuteeeeee}

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What’s this? || Event

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technologicalsound:

Annoyance was quick to appear along his features at the messages he got in return. How could he fail to understand that he wanted him there? That he was placing bids through him to show how much he’d pay just to have a day where Takeru wasn’t working away in that office of his.

⌨ Honestly Takeru why else would I go through such efforts to bid on people using your name. It’s how much I’d bid on you if you’d come here.

How else could he get his attention? Sending texts was useless and now this seemed to falter and fail right before his eyes. With a frustrated sigh he powered his tablet off and closed the lid, set it on his table and glared out across the scene. Now he was honestly thinking of going home. He had sought out a normal day and yet he hadn’t wanted to do it by himself. Why had he chosen Takeru of all people? Unless he had a donut to lead him around with it didn’t seem as if…

❝God dammit. What a waste of time.❞

⌦ “Shit.”

What an eloquent response.

Takeru sighed after he’d read over Kou’s newest response before his status had changed to offline.

Alright so perhaps he’d been a little slow on the uptake. But forgive him when he hadn’t taken a break in quite a few hours. Jumping from focusing solely on work to something like an invitation to hang out was difficult, alright?

Sending the documents he needed to print to the printer in the other detective’s office, Takeru got up and grabbed his jacket from off the back of his chair, swinging it around and over his shoulders.

⌨ Sorry.

Tapping away on his phone as he left his office and locked the door behind himself, Takeru ignored the curious looks he was getting as he breezed out of the station and onto the main road. The celebrations weren’t too far from the station, he could get there in roughly ten minutes at the pace he was going at.

⌨ You could have just asked me.

Takeru had to admit though. The fact that Kou had gone through the trouble just to get his attention and then had seemed to throw a small tantrum at realizing that Takeru had missed his intention entirely... it was endearing. Cute.

⌨ I’ll be there soon.

#technologicalsound #;kou02 #FNPride

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What’s this? || Event

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technologicalsound:

It didn’t take him long to figure it out now, did it? He hadn’t exactly gotten the reaction he wished for, but it had only taken a few bids to gather the other hacker’s attention. He would prefer it if he had come straight to him, had skipped all the formalities of having to explain this to him and yet here they were, having to do it anyway. How disappointing. It was good enough, he supposed so focusing on that little message he began to respond right back to it, through their own personal connected line.

⌨ Bidding on something far more interesting than what’s up for offer. I’d prefer it if you didn’t keep me waiting.

Bidding on his attention. Bidding on him to actually come to him. Was it honestly so hard to figure out? He had thought it to be the perfect and clever idea, to just draw him out of his personal space to have some fun for the day. Or was he too stuffy even for that?

Having finally finished updating the systems at both the Ouvara and Danon police stations, Takeru was not in the right mind to be decoding such roundabout ways of asking him to meet up.

Especially not when he was back tracing a line of emails that one of the other detectives had passed off to him, insisting that they looked suspicious and that he absolutely had to do this.

What a joke.

⌨ Keep you waiting? What do you mean?

His response was quick, his keyboard clacking as he shifted it between screens, eyes darting to another screen as the program he was running had begun to shrink the area of interest down to a triangle.

⌨ I don’t understand why you would require the use of my name to bid for something more interesting.

As you can see. It really wasn’t something that Takeru could figure out while he was bouncing between tasks and not having taken a break yet. He wanted to just finish up with the stupid emails so he could head off from work earlier.

He was honestly so thankful he wasn’t an officer that was required to go on patrols. Considering his specialization, he could stay locked up in his office all day if he so wished.

Though considering the smaller numbers of actual detectives, it wasn’t strange that Takeru would actually be pulled out for field work. He had the experience after all.

He paused as he was about to print out his findings, glancing back to the messenger.

Wait.

He wasn’t...?

#technologicalsound #;kou02 #{i got so used to not using icons that i forgot i actually had them for takeru lolol}#FNPride

What’s this? || Event

@technologicalsound

Takeru had heard of the Pride event going on- who hadn’t at the station after Tarras had been tricked into being put into the auction? - but he hadn’t had any plans to go himself. By nature he wasn’t a very sociable person, preferring to keep to himself in his “wifi den” as his coworkers called it.

Which was why when he kept receiving inquiries about his bidding at the auction, Takeru immediately suspected foul play. Now who would want to incur his wrath so badly? Certainly no one at the station would... nor would they have the ability to actually hack into his accounts in order to place bids.

Only one person would have the gall to goad him like this.

Pulling up the messenger that the two of them had programmed and encrypted together, Takeru’s fingers flew over his keyboard to type up a quick message before he returned to his work, keeping an eye on the messenger for a response.

⌨ An auction, hm? You’ve got my attention. What are you doing now?

#technologicalsound #;kou02 #FNPride

He didn’t make eye contact with him or even say hello. In fact he lingered before crossing the threshold inside. It was there in drawing closer to him that he came to lift a meticulously wrapped gift and pressed it forward, waiting to be accepted as he chewed his lip. Now he waited for the most expensive donuts to be accepted as his own attempts had failed miserably. “You needed something for your birthday...”

A few days prior, Takeru’s birthday had passed quietly. As he hadn’t made many friends since his transfer to Akounri, he hadn’t really expected a celebration or even any acknowledgements like his companions back in Japan would have done.

As expected he did get greetings and photos, plus a short video, from the group in Japan. Birthday greetings and a passing comment asking if he’d grown any taller yet. He had been sure to send back his thanks and a mild bug to freeze the offender’s phone for a hour or two. No one teased him about his height.

On the Akounri end, it had been quiet. He’d bought himself pizza and a small cake since his friends had insisted on it and demanded that he take a picture to show that he’d done so. He’d figured that would be the end of it.

Takeru certainly hadn’t accounted for Kou showing up with a gift for him.

Looking away from the screen he’d been typing on, Takeru’s gaze settled on the wrapped gift before following the line of Kou’s arm back to his face.Something for his birthday…

An interested smirk appeared on Takeru’s lips as he reached over to accept the proffered box.

⌦“I shouldn’t be surprised that you would know when my birthday was I suppose.”

He neatly began unwrapping the gift, eyebrows lifting when he realized what the gift was. There seemed to be an almost childish glimmer of happiness in his eyes now.

⌦“This is…”

These were certainly hard to come by. They always sold out fast and there was a long waiting list for reservations to eat at the place where they were made.

Takeru looked back to Kou, his expression relaxing with how pleased he was by the surprise gift.

⌦“Thank you. This is a genuinely nice gift.”

#technologicalsound #;ic asks

kyuwook09

Collar x Malice Birthday Images 2017

#fatenet musings #;donut boy

kyuwook09

Collar X Malice Birthday Images 2018

#fatenet musings #;donut boy #{also appreciate the beauty of the other collar x malice boys}

{SCREAMS I FORGOT TAKERU’S BDAY AND IT PASSED 4 DAYS AGO ON THE 8TH. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.}

#fatenet ooc #;aoi is just talking #{mor elike aoi is screaming bc omg how did i forgetttttttt}

milieu-x

??????????????

#fatenet musings #;donut boy

cawsforconcern-blog

@sweetshacker liked for a starter!

“Woah.”

Henry couldn’t help the very genuine childlike wonder in which he addressed the stranger sitting nearby him – or more precisely, the plate of sweet-looking foods set out in front of him. What were they…. donuts? Nah, they looked way too colourful to be donuts!

The donuts Henry was used while growing up could be considered more of a punishment than a treat; often without any flavor at all with the texture of week-old stale bread. You could seriously use them as a blunt weapon! But these seemed delightful, to the point where Henry actually found himself feeling a bit hungry.

Gaze snapping up to the stranger’s face, he pointed at the sweet treats with a slender, pale finger.

“Where did you get those?”

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With a doughnut in his mouth, Takeru had been messaging back and forth with his friends in Japan. Namely, he was messaging Ichika, teasing her about something or other that one of the other guys in the now defunct detective agency had told him.

As usual, when having a doughnut, Takeru couldn’t have just one. He was on his break and had left the precinct without a word, a sign on his door telling people he was out and to not mess with his things if they valued their phones actually working.

He registered the question being asked, mentally processed it and came up with his answer. But he continued to tap away at his phone, sending off another message before he looked up from the screen. Taking the end of the doughnut in his mouth, he bit off the bite that had been in his mouth, quickly chewing and swallowing.

⌦ “What? The doughnuts?”

Takeru raised a hand and pointed behind the young man. He could appreciate the wonder he had on his face when looking at the doughnuts. These were actually very good.

⌦ “Behind you, that small bakery over there. They make them fresh one batch at a time.”

While Takeru wasn’t above getting doughnuts from chain stores, he certainly appreciated these small batch bakeries more.

⌦ “I’d hurry if I were you, they sell out fast.”

#cawsforconcern #;henry01 #{haha just one is good enough~~~}#{thank youuu}#{oh mood i always want something sweet lmao}

A Game of ‘Tag’

@technologicalsound

Silence. Blessed silence.

The only sounds that filled the office that Takeru sat in was the hum of machinery and the click-clack of keys as his fingers flew over the keyboard. If not for his eyes roving back and forth through lines after lines of information, Takeru was almost completely still in his seat as he worked.

Throughout the many months he’d been traveling back and forth between the three different countries, he hadn’t had a good chance to just sit down and evaluate the state of the Ouvara Police Station’s systems. They were... passable.

Mentally, Takeru made a note to stop by the precinct in Danon to update their systems as well as he navigated through logs of activity and bypassed security that he was working on buffing up on a second computer, his own programs running on the screens behind him.

A ping caught his attention and Takeru furrowed his brow, clicking away from the lists of personnel he’d been scrutinizing and to the log report for some older files that had been kept under minimum security. They’d been accessed recently from an unknown source...

Dragging the window to a free screen, Takeru swiveled his chair to face the new screen. It wouldn’t be too hard to just trace the leftover footprints back to - ahh. Interesting.

Eye narrowing, Takeru had to pick his way carefully back, retracing the steps that the hacker - for he was sure it was a hacker with how carefully they’d tried to mask their moves - and figuring out which paths were red herrings and which ones were real.

He had begun recognizing signs of the other hacker’s signatures when a louder ping interrupted his work from his program.

A breach.

Lips curling up into a smirk, Takeru picked up his keyboard and mouse, turning to face the screens running some of his personal security programs. Setting down his externals, he rolled his shoulders before clicking away the warning.

Time to see how persistent hackers in this city could be.

#technologicalsound #;kou01 #{here you go~ lemme know if you need me to edit anything~~~}

rp-meme-glaceon

Peer into my muse's memories

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile

💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

💛- A memory that makes them feel angry

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty

💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad

💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing

💕- A memory about their significant other

💞- A memory about their children

💓- A memory about their friends

💗- A memory about a good deed they did

💖- A memory that made them feel special

💝- A memory that made them feel loved

💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding

💟- Wildcard!!!

#fatenet meme #{oh wow this has been sitting in my drafts for agessss}#{feel free to ask for any of my muses. default is takeru}

otomelif

give me donuts

#;donut boy #fatenet musings

kyuwook09

I NEED THIS GAME SO BAD RIGHT NOWლ(´ڡ`ლ)

#;donut boy #fatenet musings #{i cry}#{i love a boy}#{when is this game even coming outttt}#{hmmmmm}#{oh! july 26}#{ahhh two months just abouttt}

Notepad pops up on his computer while the other hacker is on a coffee break. Suddenly his mouse moves, clicks on the blank document and begins to paste "donut boy" over and over again in neat but endless streams. (this is obviously crack but this is what you're asking for.)

His eye was not twitching.

His eye was absolutely not twitching.

Takeru sat down and immediately took back control of his own computer and reversed the controls, opening up a blank document on the other’s system to type out a couple sarcastic words.

⌨ Haha, very funny. Can you hear the sound of my nonexistent laughter?

There was absolutely no way Takeru was pouting as he took a bite out of the doughnut he had brought back into his office with him.

No way was he pouting.

At all.

#technologicalsound #;ic asks #;ERROR_UNEXPLAINEDCRACK.exe