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[gayeddies]

No one will ever fight for my son as hard as you. That is what I want for him.

[patrothestupid]

Don't let the harlots to catch you.

what

[ileikseawigs]

i don't know anymore ?? ?

[urparty]

call me a pleasure to have in the class the way im always getting above average scores (on autism assessments)

[applejackofalltrades]

been re-reading the anne of green gable book (almost done) and was instructed by bike to draw anne pony so here's some anne pony? i intend to read the rest of the books but haven't so this is mostly just some references to happenings in like, the first half of the first book

[hostagine]

Alright mate I need more info on that hacker au pronto

Hikaru - Hacker AU

(tw - Violence )

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• 101: Hikaru worked under his father's software development company as the head of the cyber security team. While he prepared to take over as CEO.

• 102: Refers to himself as a "white hat".

• 103: Most of the team would would work on the security of their softwares while Hikaru spent most of his time hacking into it and screwing with everything just to passively show them what a terrible job they were doing. Everyone who worked around him was older and was exasperated by him because of how frivolous he was while working and how little he seemed to care despite Hikaru taking his job very seriously. So didn't really have any friends at the office, and no one besides his father cared much when he suddenly stopped coming to the office.

• 104: Kaoru works at his mother's company. He's about to take over as her successor and is working on his first debut fashion show. One day Kaoru giving a tour around his company to some prestigious fashion designers to which Hikaru tagged along for, for moral support.

• 105: During which, Hikaru sees one of the designer's assistants sneaking out of one of his mother's developmental rooms where they keep the prototypes of their designs. He doesn't have any proof that the man stole anything, so he couldn't say anything aloud and risk Kaoru losing his investors because of a bunch.

• 106: So he does what any sensibly concerned individual would do and later that night, hacks through their company's security system. Erasing all new recent files from their system memory's database. Just in case they might've stolen something.

That is extremely illegal. He knows this

• 107: Hikaru's always extremely vigilant so he's shocked when an error message comes across his screen after the deed his done, announcing that his I.P has been tracked. And authorities have been notified. Oops.

• 108: Hikaru has an "oh, fuck." Moment. He leaves that night and doesn't come into work the next day. He's hiding out at a hotel bc he's technically a criminal now. Kaoru texts him. His father's company is flooded with the FBI. But Hikaru left no traces on his computer so they have no proof and no guy. But Hikaru's the only one missing so suspicion is heavy on his shoulders.

• 109: It's been weeks since anyone's seen Hikaru. The media is going ballistic because: "Hikaru Hitachiin Is Missing". He's been bar surfing. Lying low is the lowest of places where there lowest of the low are because there's no snitches. He can't just go back home now. How would he explain where he's been?

• 110: He's walking down a dark faded street one night, after seeing the news. There's a warrant out now for his arrest. He's half drunk, half dead as he's dragging his feet behind him. When someone grabs him from behind and stuffs a rag in his face. He struggles against them until he can't anymore.

• 111: When he opens his eyes again, hours later, he's bound to a chair. In the back of a large storage shipping container.

• 112: A man, who he's never seen before, hiding in the shadows, shines a flashlight in his face. He says he's a wanted man, and that there's a lot of big people offering big money just for some information to Hikaru Hitachiin's whereabouts.

• 113: "I'd like to get my hands on that cash," he tells him. "But to be honest, I'm fairly interested in what you can do."

• 114: The man offers him a new home, a new name and protection in exchange for a job as a hacker at their private intelligence agency.

• 115: It's a job that he can't very well refuse, because - well - Hikaru had already seen his face.

• 116: And his life turns into a matter of compliance or death.

[disreput]

☆   ning “leslie” deiyi + chen kun ☆  cismale  + he/him ☆  fourty +  aries ☆   prosecutor

tw: bug ment., neglect, violence

pls dm for an abbreviated vers... i wrote a lil more than probably tolerable.

* BASIC  INFORMATION!

FULL   NAME:   ning   deiyi NAME   MEANING:   clothed   as   a   butterfly NICKNAME:   leslie AGE:   fourty   BIRTH   DATE:  april   eighth ETHNICITY:   chinese GENDER:  cismale   (he/him) ROMANTIC   ORIENTATION:   not   thoroughly   explored,   presumably   biromantic SEXUAL   ORIENTATION:   not   thoroughly   explored,   presumably   bisexual RELIGION:  n/a SPOKEN   LANGUAGE:   mandarin   chinese   (strong   chongqing/chengdu   accent),   english   (slight   accent   as   it   is   his   second   language) OCCUPATION:   prosecutor

* THE   PAST!

the   last   affection   shared   between   ning   deiyi   and   his   mother   was   outside   the   police   station.   the   boy   barely   reaches   her   waist,   and   she’s   smoothing   back   his   unruly   hair,   wetting   her   index   finger   with   her   tongue   to   rub   away   the   dirt   on   his   cheeks.   there   are   tears   in   her   eyes   that   he   doesn’t   see,   hiding   behind   his   grubby   fingers.  

he’s   crawling   with   lice,   they   stick   to   his   eyelashes   and   his   dirty   clothes,   when   the   officers   shake   his   tiny   backpack   out,   bugs   have   pushed   their   way   into   the   meagre   tupperware   container   that   held   his   lunch.   the   social   service   workers   spend   a   whole   hour   twisting   the   insidious   fangs   of   ticks   and   fleas   out   of   his   malnourished   body.

the   days   before   that   are   gone   from   his   mind.   there   are   fragments,   like   a   splinter   in   the   back   of   his   head,   a   sight   or   a   smell   will   remind   him   of   fingernails   struggling   at   linoleum   floors,   of   hunger,   of   fear.   but   it’ll   vanish,   forced   down   as   quickly   as   it   surfaces.  

he   is   clean,   in   warm   clothes,   with   more   weight   on   his   bones,   when   he   is   visited   by   the   first   couple   who   have   shown   interest   in   him.   they   don’t   speak   the   same   language   as   him,   but   they   exude   a   familial   type   of   kindness   that   he   is   so   viscerally   unfamiliar   with.   they   leave   him   a   photo   album   filled   with   pictures   of   their   home,   their   dog,   their   city,   with   a   bright   red   suspension   bridge   he   can’t   help   but   dream   of.

he   begins   learning   english,   but   it   doesn’t   take   to   him   very   well.   by   the   time   he   is   accompanied   from   chengdu   to   san   francisco,   he   can   only   introduce   himself   and   identify   a   few   objects,   but   they   have   learnt   some   mandarin.   he   meets   them   in   the   middle.   a   strange   lingua   franca.  

the   first   time   he   goes   to   school   he   still   hasn’t   mastered   how   to   speak.   there   are   some   laughs,   some   teasing.   he   is   stripped   of   the   money   his   new   parents   pack   for   him   to   buy   lunch,   and   it   stirs   something,   a   deep   terror,   the   seering   crack   of   bone.   he   hides   in   a   paper   cupboard   for   4   hours   as   the   teachers   search   for   him,   too   scared   to   disappoint   the   kind   eyes.  

they   coax   him   out   of   hiding   eventually,   and   there   is   no   anger   there,   just   forgiveness   and   pity.   his   mother   smooths   back   his   short   hair,   wets   her   index   finger   with   her   tongue   and   rubs   away   the   dirt   from   his   cheeks.

he   is   an   adult   now,   he   compiles   evidence,   makes   cases.   he   is   powerful,   but   there   is   still   a   hint   of   chengdu   in   his   accent.   he   is   provided   the   opportunity   to   take   a   bribe   but   rejects   it,   distrusts   the   scent   of   crime   and   the   way   it   bore   holes   in   the   lives   of   his   birth   parents.   there   is   shame   there,   when   he   finds   out   both   mother   and   father   serve   sentences   for   a   long   list   of   misdeeds.   he   had   escaped   a   similar   fate,   karma   dictated   he   must   put   order   where   his   parents   had   grown   disorder.  

but,   no   matter   how   much   he   tries   to   atone,   crime   pistol-whips   him   in   an   alleyway   and   tells   him   he   should’ve   accepted   the   bribe.   crime   is   the   black   eye   that   blossoms   like   a   sordid   flower   over   his   face   while   he   watches   his   career   fall   apart.

oscar   wilde   wrote,   in   lady   windermere's   fan,   “we   are   all   in   the   gutter,   but   some   of   us   are   looking   at   the   stars.”   but   he   had   not   just   looked.   he   had   grasped   with   hands   that   were   once   encrusted   in   dirt   and   the   crushed   carapaces   of   cockroaches,   only   to   be   returned,   entombed   by   fate.  

a   bitter   hatred   blooms.

* THE  PRESENT

he   has   aged   five   years.   the   wound   stings   but   no   longer   grows.   he   works   small   cases   here   and   there.   his   adoptive   mother   passes   away,   he   and   his   father   sit   in   silence   for   far   too   long.   they   both   agree   its   better   if   he   moves   into   their   old   apartment   in   new   york   rather   than   selling   it   now   that   she   isn’t   there   to   manage   letting.   he   sheds   his   past   like   a   snake   once   again.

* THE  CONNECTIONS?

san   francisco   buds;   perhaps   classmates   or   ppl   who   were   in   school   together.   maybe   not   in   the   same   grade.

criminalz;   whoever   smacked   him   with   a   gun   and   proposed   the   bribe   on   behalf   of   black   iron   :3   alternatively,   people   who   leslie   was   pit   against   in   court?   maybe   he   got   them   jail   time   and   they’re   out   for   blooduhfsiuh

new   fwiends   !   ;   hes   newish   to   nyc.   but   maybe   he   frequents   the   same   cafe   as   ur   muse   and,...   due   to   his   tendency   to   just   dump   all   his   belongings   at   a   table   and   then   forget   abt   them   while   he   orders/does   whatever…   maybe   they   noticed   him   or   somethin   hehehe

im   down   for   anything   tbh…   maybe   ppl   who   could   convince   him   not   all   criminals   are   truly…   Evil…   maybe   ppl   who   just   cement   his   judgements   fuihiw..   someone   who   convinces   him   to   cross   the   line   OR   maybe..   he   convinces   them   2   be   less   fuckin   BUCKWILD   !   maybe   a   mentorship…   hes   old..   like   a   dad…