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gamerwoman3d · 3 months

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A Land Before Time

🔞 An MK1 x Reader 🔞

▸ includes: Liu Kang [mk1 versions] F! Reader◂

Author's Note: This was based on a sex dream that I had, that I feel @genesiswrld SHOULD have had, because Liu Kang is hot but Bi-Han is my squishy. Not saying the dream was wasted on me, just that it was misplaced 😆

Female anatomy used.

Imagine for a moment that this New Era is real, and the existence that you're currently living is also real, and contains the New Era inside it as a game - but you find a technical way through the use of coding and quantum tech, to enter Liu Kang's New Era, “cool world” style, as something of a god/goddess.

Because you live in our shared reality, the one in which the game was created, you can in fact “code” the New Era into anything you like, within reason. But you have to get past the guardian. Liu Kang and Geras are gods there. But here, they are just characters, with Geras also partially functioning as a type of uncrackable password manager/encryption software. You can give your own self all sorts of powers to take into the New Era; but you can't change the core game unless you can get past Geras and Liu Kang.

You would either need their permission, or you'd have to force/brute force them to comply.

You can literally step from our world into the New Era and live there, immortal, with godlike power. And you do that. You use the code and give yourself the boosts you think you'll need to defend yourself if necessary.

Because you have the capacity to travel to any physical point in the timeline, as well as any temporal point in the timeline, you choose something you think will be easy to start. A time with fewer enemies, a time that you wanted to see in your own world, once.

🔞 Spicy/Explicit after the cut 🔞

When you first stepped through the portal into the New Era, the pristine sands beneath your feet were deliciously toasty. You could not help but to remove your footwear and sink your toes into the sand. The air here is pure, and filled with the strange buzz of unseen insects in the distance. The soft swirl of sand in the hourglass before you quieted. Without the hiss of sand, an absence of familiar noises from your past life became distinct; no motorcars, no hum of electronics, no trace of people, and a distinct lack of birdsong.

If you peer into the reflection of the hourglass over Liu Kang’s shoulder, you can see glimpses of early six-limbed proto-vaternians being gently guided into evolution in a neighboring realm. Liu loses his concentration on the sands as he sees you. Nothing devastating happens in the universe in that instance; there is simply a pause in the work.

Liu Kang knows immediately that you are not supposed to be here, standing before him and the hourglass.

He knows because he has not yet created humans.

Outside of the very meticulously kept garden that surrounds the hourglass, dinosaurs still rule this earth. Even birds have yet to grace the planet.

“How are you here? Or perhaps I should ask, are you truly here? Is it possible that even gods can still have dreams, or hallucinations?”

You tell him you are from a timeline before his own. You are older than his entire universe, older than Kronika, than Geras, older than the hourglass. And while you yourself did not create his universe, you were alive at the time it was conceived[1].

You tell him you shared a planet with, and walked among, the beings that created his universe. His universe is based on what your people knew of their own universe. Your feedback may or may not have influenced these creators; but you have some access to their same power of creation, and have come to use the hourglass to enhance his universe for yourself.

You came prepared to fight if necessary. Liu Kang would be very particular over who has access to the hourglass.

You may even fight a few rounds if you're curious to test your code enhancements - at least until he understands that you do have the power to control parts of his universe already, and the power to defeat him if he made it necessary. Through the encounter, he learns that you aren't lying about being from an even older timeline responsible for creating the hourglass.

But whatever it is that you want to change about the New Era, he likely won't let you without a fresh fight. And another fresh fight, and another, for every single little change you think you could want.

“We don't have to fight. We can compromise.”

For Liu Kang, it has been a lonesome existence, living out the creation of the new era in solitude. Geras can offer Liu Kang company in much the same way as an AI Assistant bot can offer a human company. But you know the depths of loneliness must be unbearable for a creator who is utterly alone in the universe across all of time. You know this, because even in your own world, the mythologies of all creator gods often began with the creation of people.

Even the gods of your own reality were so unbearably lonesome that they, in myth, created all of your ancestors, either for companionship or worship.

Your offer of company is accepted graciously, the moment he understands that you won't be withholding your companionship to exchange for the powers of the hourglass. But to settle conflicts over what happens in the hourglass, you both have an idea.

Gambling, games, and wagers. But instead of betting on who will win a physical fight between you both, you gamble on which of you can bring the other the most pleasure.

You're both seated in the zen garden, where the tropical heat has warmed the sand. Sheets of some soft fabrics are laid out in a manner similar to beach towels, allowing you both to walk and sit without burning your thighs or disturbing much of the sand.

He has a very smug “I know I've already won” look on his face the moment you suggested a contest based on sexual pleasure instead of kombat. You might think billions of years of being pent up would give you an advantage over him, but it doesn't; your customized form in this new era was generated anew when you stepped through the portal into his era. This particular body has yet to experience such pleasure at all, and will react, on a neurochemical level, at its most basic “code,” reacting the same as it would if falling in love for the first time. It will, in a nutshell, intoxicate you with want and pleasure, as if you yourself had never experienced it before.

But you didn't realize this. Your overconfidence proved your ignorance.

“You decide the winner. I trust your judgment will be fair. Or at least I don't trust my own judgment call to be unbiased,” you say.

Liu Kang smiles.

“A designated judge will be unnecessary,” he says, "I am certain we will both agree on who has won the challenge.”

He looks off in the distance before continuing.

“I would appreciate it though if we could choose some less intimate positions, at least at first. I'm still not over the grief of losing my dearest friend, and my beloved. I'm not sure how I might react, looking into the face of another, knowing I shall never have these moments with her. It isn't that I don't realize the finality of her destruction; but giving this kind of pleasure to another is a turning point that I may never be ready for.”

You slide closer to him and caress his shoulder, enough for him to feel your inner warmth.

“Grief is made of the same stuff as love. It's just the love-stuff that's leftover with nowhere to go,” you say.

He lays his head on your shoulder, pulls your hand to his cheek and tilts his face into it. Peace painted across the features of his face as he melted into your touch. His relaxation left you with an indescribable euphoria that deepened with each breath.

“Thank you for saying so. I feel more comfortable now, knowing that you understand,” he says.

“And I'm glad you said something. I like it when you tell me what you want. We can do this however you like. After all, this is a kontest for providing pleasure; not receiving it,” you said.

“Buy you will be receiving it,” he gloated, “and I shall be providing as much as you can possibly stand.”

“Ooh,” you teased, “Promises, promises! Hah, I like it. I feel good about you taking the lead, if you would?”

“Of course,” he said.

As he smiled up at the heavens, he closed his eyes and bit his lip. His eyes squeezed hard enough that the apples of his cheeks warped around the outline of his eyes. He took a deep breath that sounded as if he swallowed an antagonistic laugh.

“You aren't allowed to hate me when I show you how easy this is,” he said.

He turned his body towards yours, guided your body into facing away. You removed just enough clothing to feel his touch, to not hinder him from penetrating you if he chose. The fabric that you left over the top of your glistening pussy was delightfully thin and stretchy enough to move to the side in a pinch.

You spread yourself face down across the sheets of fabric. The warm sand below the soft fabric gave way, cushioned your ribs, and pressed its warmth up into your breasts.

He crawled on top. His weight on you pressed you slightly deeper into the fabric-covered sand. The heat and weight of his muscular legs across the backs of your thighs alone was enough to make you crave completion. But then, his clothed erection pressed against the cleft of your pussy until your slit pinched around the thin fabric. He slotted himself into the fold of fabric and held you there, wedged between the hot sand and his heated, immovable body. You squirmed into him, only to discover that you couldn't move if you wanted to, with your legs pinned to the sand.

You turned your face to the side to look over your shoulder at him. He wore a smug expression as he looked down at you.

You could feel your clit throbbing against… the hot sand? or his shaft. You could not tell. Both were equally firm and toasty.

He was hard. Slotted against the fabric, he nudged his erection firmly against you, the head nestling between your folds to swipe against your clit. His breath deepend, you could feel the air from his nostrils against your neck, just below the ear.

Against your back, you could feel his chest expand and cinch with each breath. You were caught in heat, trapped between his muscles and the sand. You liked this, being at his mercy. He rested his chin on your shoulder and huffed, resting his entire weight on you as he hunched. The cock knocking repeatedly against your throbbing clit had you squirming, whining, whimpering as you held your squeals of pleasure in. He ran one hot palm along your side. He caressed and groped your glute before freeing his cock from its cage of fabric. He hooked a finger around the strip of stretchy fabric above your mound and slipped it to the side.

The bare cockhead slipped between the fabric and your clit. Liu Kang let the fabric snap back into place, catching against the bottom of his shaft. Your pleasure built up as he rolled his hips and frotted against you, fucking the gap between your panties and your clit.

You balled your fists, grabbing handfuls of sand through the fabric sheets. He repositioned slightly so that you could feel the wet swiping of his heated cockhead against your clit more intensely. Your fingers came undone from the fabric and all ten digits splayed out in a fan shape as your quiet whimpers suddenly broke into a muffled outcry of pleasure.

His hands found yours. He covered the tops of your hands with his palms and threaded his fingers between yours, gripping each hand with interlaced fingers. You felt the tips of his fingers curl past the webbing between your digits to press against the insides of your palms. He pressed your hands, and his, to the sand, to pin them where he wanted them - where you could push back into him, but not escape. Not that you'd want to.

Your skin tingled anywhere he touched it, and the skin where the pads of his fingers glanced against the inside of your palm, threaded along the webbing of your fingers, was exceptionally sensitive in a way that made you feel safe, loved, cared for deeply, and connected.

The warm weight of his body on yours made you feel safe, while the cock massaged between your pussy lips. His thrusts massaged them open without penetration until you could feel every fiber of yourself unwinding, melting into the sand.

You looked back at him, only to see that he was still gazing at the side of your face, waiting for you to open your eye. His smug, slight smile never left his visage. He squeezed your hands with a pleasant pressure, as if he were wringing them out. You realized in that moment that you were swollen inside, and quivering at the entrance.

Then he stops moving, intentionally. You feel him, all over you, weighing you down, trapping you in the imprint of fabric in the hot sand. You feel your heavy, puffy cunt lips throbbing against his stationary cockhead. You're sensitive as fuck. Even your heartbeat rocks your clit against his cock too much.

He breathes. He breathes out through his nose, his gentle panting breath trickles underneath your ear, down your neck. His chin follows, as he rests it in the crook of your neck with his jaw at your shoulder. His skin just feels like skin, yet you're electrified by it. You're so sensitive in your new form. He could stay like this all day. You cannot. He knows. You know he knows.

You know because when you look at him, his unchanging, stoic “I told you so” smirk is so purposefully calm, that you could consider it antagonistic. Even just this look he gave you had you dripping wet for him, to say nothing of the thick smooth, hot cockhead nestled against your clit, or the warm shaft that your heavy, fevered wet pussy lips spread themselves over. You give a defeated cry of pleasure and gave in. You tap out against the sand, to tell him he's already won, and he responds by firming up his grip on your hands and moving in for the kill. He devours your neck as he nudges your clit around and fucks you, alternating between the two activities until you cum beneath him.

Your orgasm does not slow him down. He slips his cockhead against the fluttering entrance of your cunt and pauses, as if testing something, as if something changed. The slick hole winks against him and he sinks inside to stay.

“You're so creamy after you've cum,” he purred.

His cock feels amazing, warm and firm and deep, exploring inside you. He pressed it past a spot inside you where the pressure feels so good that you feel you might die unless it, that spot in particular, is beat to hell. He pressed past it, but drew back, stroking slower and deliberate against this inner spot. You felt a sudden dying urge to feel him hammer his cock into this weak spot inside you. The change in your whimpers gave you away.

“This little spot right here is particularly velvety,” he said, “it's just gooey… no. Buttery. Right here.”

He let his cockhead glide against the spot in several slow deliberate strokes for emphasis. You groaned brokenly into the sand and bucked back into him. You had chills. You had goosebumps even on the hot sand. He held and pinned your elbows to your sides. Your nipples stood erect beneath you, the tips ground into the fabric as you bucked backward into him. He paused, held you down, let you rock and buck until the fit of passion washed over you, and you could still yourself. He didn't shush you. He just pulled back until his cockhead hovered a hair away from that sweet spot and he waited for you to collect yourself. You caught your shuddering breath, but couldn't look at him without feeling like you might cum again. You looked, and groaned deep. He acknowledged your desperation.

“I'm going to start fucking that velvety, buttery spot now,” he whispered toward your ear, “I do not know when I'll stop.

Scream if you need to. I've yet to create a single person that could hear you.”

His cock pinpointed that part within you that most yearned for it the instant he buried it in you. He pressed himself against it and wrung you out. You felt it as your own cum for him seeped out, dribbled down onto the fabric and soaked through the fabric into the sand.

Every stroke is devastating. You're loud as fuck and no one else can hear it. The skies open up and it rains on the two of you, mostly upon his back. Judging by his gentle moans, the rain itself seems to give him pleasure as the droplets hiss against his back, only to turn into steam. You could swear that you're causing it, that this rain is your rain. Suddenly you are cumming because it is raining, and it is raining because you have cum. When your palms tremble, he re-interlaces his fingers with yours to squeeze your hands in his, wringing you out, wringing out your anxiety, wringing out your pleasure, and possibly wringing out the very act of rain itself from the sky above. You couldn’t explain it, but somehow you knew.

You became the rain. And the rain became you. The rain became a goddess, and the goddess was you. The wetter he made you, the more the world flooded. He had no intention of going easy, but you found yourself clenching, squeezing, sucking him in, working yourself against his body as he worked you apart with his.

“That's it,” he huffed, “now, you're getting it.”

His breath grew ragged.

He said, “Rain.”

You nodded, not fully understanding.

“Rain on me,” he said.

Your eyes widened. He knew. You knew he knew. Rain pummeled your bodies in a deluge as you felt, not just the tension of your body snap, but the tension of your sudden ascent to godhood burst into creation, almost as a miniature version of the big bang. Untold energies from deep within your soul burst forth and spread out in all directions, spreading your power throughout all the realms, both giving you power over all the rains in the entire universe, and giving the entire universe the gift of your rains.

But you couldn't focus on the sensation of becoming a god, as Liu Kang fucked another blinding orgasm from you. This time, his composure cracked, and he came screaming with you in tandem, hot against you, his inner flame temporarily quenched by the deluge of your pleasure. The two of you thrashed against each other with abandon, riding out your pleasure together, before collapsing boneless into the soaked fabric atop the muddying sands.

The rains subsided gradually as the two of you caught your breath. You moved to roll over, and Liu rolled off of you onto his rain-soaked back. He closed his eyes and let the pitter-patter of the rain wash over his body, cooling him, turning to steam in the air around you both. You rolled onto your back beside him, then onto your side to drape yourself around him.

“Wow,” you said between heavy breaths.

“...Yeah,” he replied, still panting.

When you caught enough of your breath to speak full sentences, you could only think to ask one question.

“Did you just make me a fucking rain goddess?” You asked.

He nodded and laughed.

“You didn't think I'd let the first hot sex in my new era be mediocre,” he said.

“Holy fuck though,” you said.

‘Literally?” he teased.

“Okay yeah literally, but I'm starting to think I won that one,” you said.

He just closed his eyes and smiled.

“Okay wise guy, who won?”

He bit his lip and jerked his thumbs towards his chest, gesturing to himself.

“Ugh. You're impossible. Round two!” You demanded.

“You're losing this one too,” he said.

He rolled on top of you and peppered you with kisses. He promised you a second round, and a third - if you survived the second.

But first he needed to check progress in the hourglass. You peered into it with him and saw proto-vaternians in their pre-paleolithic era. A group of them surrounded a cairn, upon which sat a strange skull decorated with stones and feathers. You asked Liu Kang what it was; he told you it was a representation of you. You were the very first art, the very first goddess. You were the first to collect worship and be created in such a manner. You arrived in the new era just in time. The ancestors of the Vaternians had just created and worshiped their first god, which happened now to be you.

Had it not been for your intervention, Liu Kang would have been forced to grant this worship to the one you knew as Rain.

[To be continued.]

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ms-demeanor · 3 months

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hi, thanks for all the tech tips! I hope this isn’t a silly question, but how are password managers secure? Isn’t there a risk of a data breach there?

Each individual account managed through a password management company is (or should be in any respectable product) individually encrypted.

When we see big breaches like the 2013 tumblr leak or similar leaks over the years, typically what you're seeing is either

A) One large collection of information that was stored under the same encryption umbrella and someone was able to use illicit credentials or some other nefarious method to access that information (very bad) or

B) Information that was never encrypted in the first place and was stored in plaintext (much, much worse).

With a good password manager any data that the company has is encrypted and your individual vault is encrypted separately using a key that the company doesn't have access to.

So imagine that you walk into a room and the floor is covered in dominoes arranged in a pattern. With no encryption (scenario B), imagine that the door is unlocked and you can simply open the door and knock over all the dominoes.

With one big encrypted bucket (scenario A), what happens is if you are able to open the main door, you can knock over all the dominoes but it takes some effort to get the door open.

With individually encrypted vaults you need to open the main door, then you see thousands and thousands of tiny safes, each with a combination that you need to guess to access the dominoes inside to knock them over. Each safe has a code that will take somewhere between two years and ten thousand years to guess, depending on the computer doing the guessing, and you can customize your safe to make it harder to guess the combination.

Good encryption is extremely secure, and a lot of the breaches that we see aren't failures of encryption, they are failures of other parts of the system security. What you are typically seeing with big breaches is either someone didn't bother to encrypt anything, or someone fucked up in a big way and people who weren't supposed to gain access were able to gain access.

But what you almost never see is someone genuinely cracking encryption of a secure system.

Password managers generally speaking have a better eye toward security than a lot of other products, and open source password managers tend to be rigorously tested by some tremendously intelligent and tremendously paranoid people who are VERY invested in security.

If you have a Bitwarden account (just using it as the example because it's my favorite and it's what I recommend), Bitwarden actually *can't* access your account. If you forget your password, that's it. You're locked out (this is why it's important to make a good password hint and to make your password manager password both complex AND memorable). They can't recover it for you because they simply do not have access to that data; it is encrypted and they can't crack the encryption and they don't have your key (they have a hash of your key, which means they can recognize your key but they can't reverse engineer it - it's complicated, look up cryptographic hashing, I'm bad at explaining it). So if anyone breaches that system, they ALSO don't have access to your vault or to your key and in order to access your passwords would need to brute force your main password by guessing until they landed on the correct one. If you have a sufficiently long and complex password, that is going to be so extremely difficult that it might as well be impossible.

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chickenparm · 6 months

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livestream (Wriothesley/gn!Reader)

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Wriothesley/gn!Reader (no pronouns, no descriptions) 1,284 Words - NSFW voyeurism, m!masturbation

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No one really messes around with the cameras.

Not for lack of functionality, but simply because they’re a hassle to use and a technology that most people just aren’t familiar with. But you’re familiar, and you’re about as nosy as a certain pink-haired journalist that still writes letters to you in the fortress asking if you’d like to take on a job at the Steambird in your spare time.

You don’t write back, only because that is a hassle you’re not ready for.

There’s a terminal near the bunk you’d claimed for your own, and after only a little bit of fiddling and a lot of brute force with a password, you make your way in. Not for nefarious purposes, but simply because you’re a bit bored. You paid coupons to get out of work this morning, and now you’ve realized there’s not much to keep you occupied beyond figuring out these cameras.

Glancing down the hall in the only direction someone could come from, you check that the coast is clear for the moment. Surely it’s against some kind of rule, even if the guards don’t even use these. But you’re close enough to the end of your sentence that you’re careful, just in case.

The screen flickers to life as the terminal changes from red to teal, and with a little grin, you begin pressing the buttons to get a feel for the UI. One camera is above you, and you can see yourself from the back. The quality is actually pretty decent, and you wave your hands a few times to get a feel for the almost nonexistent delay.

Then, you push the button that takes you to the next camera down the hall. Then one to the entrance of this wing, right above the head of the usual guard there. You can see out into the main atrium of the fortress now, and you move the camera back and forth, zooming in and out, just for fun.

You zoom in on something particular when it catches your eye - someone, actually. His Grace, the Duke, Lord Wriothesley, whatever title you’re supposed to call him. The guy has a million. You lean closer to the screen, absorbed in following him as he strides through the atrium toward his office, its large insignia gleaming above the door.

Interesting. Maybe this could be good if you learn his schedule, figure out when he comes and goes so you can sneak an unabashed peek without getting caught by him. Then you can be as shameless as you like if you happen to stare for more than a full minute without blinking.

And then he’s gone, tucked away in his office and away from your admittedly pervasive sight.

It’s a little less exciting to flip to the next camera now, seeing a different angle of the atrium. The next few are of the level below, and the handful after that are of various places in the production area. No one is working at your station, and you quietly murmur a little cheer at that - they won’t move the tools around in a weird way.

Beginning to grow bored, you start to flip through them a little faster, seeing other areas you haven’t bothered to go to. Areas you probably shouldn’t be seeing since they seem to be in disuse, but you’re just looking. It’s not like you’re down there or anything.

Flip, flip, flip. One after another, your eyes start to unfocus just as the camera feed goes from very dark to rather bright, showing a room that’s well-lit beyond what’s normal in the Fortress. Curiously, you zoom in, and you realize what you’re looking at - and almost click away.

But then your boredom is gone, isn’t it? You’re suddenly interested, enraptured as you lean closer to the screen as if that will give you a better view of the Duke sitting at his desk, slouched in his chair, one hand holding a book while the other holds his-

You flip away, cheeks burning with warmth. No way did you just see that. It had to be a trick of the camera, a smudge, a glitch with the feed. You turn your back to the console and rub at your face to cool off, then turn back. Still, no one comes down the hallway, and your finger hovers over the button to go back.

Just a look won’t hurt. Surely it can’t be that, and then you can get this out of your mind.

Click. The feed switches, and your mouth falls open as you lean in, your nose nearly brushing the scratched glass of the screen. That’s no trick of the light, that’s the Duke lazily stroking his dick while he reads a book that you can’t make out. As if you were even looking at the fucking book in the first place when he’s in front of you fisting his cock.

Why is this feed so nice? The quality is disgustingly good, enough that you can see the sheen on his tip from every bead of his pre cum that he squeezes out. Saliva pools on your tongue, and you swallow roughly to get yourself under some kind of control. It would be smart to just turn the camera off, to give him some privacy while he gets himself off.

So why aren’t your hands moving? They’re curled around the edges of the screen as you brace yourself, nearly kissing the glass with your proximity. Shut the camera off.

Wriothesley’s body flinches, nearly dropping his book as his head dips for a moment. His hand moves faster, twisting a little at the tip to give himself a different sort of friction. You could do that with just your tongue, you think. Not a single thing comes to mind that you’d rather do more.

Your shoulders slump, elbows lowering to brace yourself, and you accidentally hit a button you hadn’t bothered with yet. As it clicks, a quiet sound comes through the speakers that nearly kills you. Wriothesley’s groan of pleasure at his own hand, his pace picking up and filling his office with a slick, wet sound.

The line of his throat shifts, a swallow before another shuddering groan comes from the bottom of his chest. His adam’s apple is stark against his skin and you wonder what sort of sound he’d make if you were to drag your tongue across it, sink your teeth into it. God, you want to take a bite of him.

A shaking breath leaves you, followed by your quiet murmur of, “Holy fucking shit…”

And Wriothesley’s head snaps up, immediately looking at the camera, looking at you, and you shut the terminal down with a slam of your fist. Quick steps send you stumbling backward, your spine pressed taut against the metal wall as you put as much distance as you can between yourself and what you’d been doing.

Of course, the sound goes both ways. You feel like an idiot - and a pervert, actually. You kind of already knew that last one, but at least you had a modicum of respect. This was just gross. You wonder if he’s already broken the camera that he might not have even known was there. A gross sort of inquisitiveness makes you want to power it back on to check, but you nearly slap yourself.

One time you could pass off as an accident if he confronts you about it. Two times makes it on purpose. Well, it kind of was on purpose after a while there, but he doesn’t really need to know that.

How many years gets added to a sentence for watching the warden jerk off, anyway?

#mind the a/n for content tags #wriothesley #genshin impact #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley/reader #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #x reader #genshin #mdni #nsft

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status-updates · 10 months

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did you know?

If you were trying to brute-force a 16-digit password that reset every six hours, you'd have to input an ungodly amount of combinations every second to guarantee you get the password before the reset? My sentries could each input a code each second, but even if I could make enough sentries, there aren't enough computers to fit them all to crack the password.

Of course, getting enough time to find the password becomes trivial when you have a time-dilation spell and sentries who err just below the threshold to be considered sentient.

In other news, i am about to become a god.

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gangsteri-aine · 2 months

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it took Pac like three guesses to open the mysterious locked box at spawn while Phil just smacked his head against it in attempt to brute force is before giving up kkkkkkk

but to be fair the password was 2024

#qsmp #liveblogging #pactw #philza

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lemonflavoreddishsoap · 7 months

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no one asked for this but I'm writing it anyway. Also time doesn't exist in this thing, that or Ghiaccio's computer time travelled

Ghiaccio with an S/O who plays Papa's Freezeria on his computer

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This was it. The biggest step in your relationship thus far. No, not marriage.

Ghiaccio agreed to share his computer with you.

You didn't have one of your own and amongst other expenses you just never got around to buying one. So, with a lot of deliberation and building trust, he sent you a message saying that you could make an account on his. You would have to wait until he got home though, so he could show you how.

Unfortunately, you either didn't read or disregarded that last part of the message, and with a childlike glee flung yourself to his desk, loudly click clacking the keys and brute forcing your way into figuring out his password. You must have woken it up from it's sleep because there was nothing open when you got in. Then, you sat back and tapped your chin for a while...what exactly were you going to do first?

Then, like a prophetic vision from God, a wave of nostalgia brushed across your body, making you literally shiver. A flash of color and music and ice cream played in your mind. The name "Papa..." escaped your lips in a longing sigh.

In a flash, you've got google open, searching up Coolmathgames. Holy shit. HOLY SHIT. THE LINK IS PURPLE. Racing through the website, briefly noticing an account signed in, and nearly breaking the mouse as you clicked on the link for "Papa's Freezeria".

....HE HAS A SAVE FILE!! RANK 20!??? When the hell does he have the time to play this??

Despite your sense of curiosity absolutely HOWLING, you knew you had already snooped more than enough, so making your own save file it is, you suppose.

Has it been an hour? Maybe two? Who knows, there's no use in me asking anyways because the time certainly hasn't crossed your mind. You're glued to the game, having a nearly perfected strategy executed with each and every cartoon-y costumer. You probably don't even remember whose computer you're playing on - this reality and the reality of Freezeria have entirely merged to you.

At least, that's the case before you feel one hand clamp down on the back of your chair, and another landing on top of your own hand that's gripping the mouse.

"I thought I told you to wait?"

Ghiaccio is clearly restraining himself, there's a rasp in his voice that you only hear when he's giving his all to not shout. Your lips are sealed shut, unsure how to justify your current situation. He must have then taken a good look at the screen because next thing he said was-

"And why the FUCK are you playing THAT!?"

Shit, you legit didn't have an answer. As he's standing there giving you a weirded out look, you remember the hypocrisy in his anger. You stutter wildly, still trying to reach for some explanation, as you duplicate the tab to start the game again - you swear you see his face drop. You point at his save file with a "huh!!" sound, and suddenly he's red in the face, hand retreating from on top of yours as if the contact suddenly burned him.

"Fine!! Whatever. Just finish the fuck up and..." he groans. It always feels good to embarrass him, and plus you know he can never stay mad at you for long.

"I will, I'm almost done with this day. Last order," you promise, clicking back to your original tab and getting right back to work. Ghiaccio has nothing else to do but stand and watch you play. What you don't see is his face slowly contorting in disgust as you sloppily dump toppings over the dessert.

"That's not how you place the cherries!!! That one's supposed to be centered, and the other two have to be NEATLY placed apart! They're gonna fucking hate it!" Ghiaccio exclaims, stabbing the screen with his index finger. You roll your eyes, it definitely doesn't surprise you that he's a perfectionist in this video game.

You both watch in anticipation as the costumer tastes their ice cream, and when a 72% score appears over the "top station" button you let out a cheer. You swivel your chair to face Ghiaccio and gesture to the screen, "see? they liked it!!"

He scoffs at the score, "it sure wasn't deserved."

"What!?" you put a hand on your chest in fake-hurt, "how dare you. Louie would never treat me like this!!"

Ghiaccio blinks at you with wide eyes, needing several long seconds to process what you just said.

"...Since when were you on a one-name basis with Papa Louie!?"

#this is pure crack #im so sorry #la squadra #jjba x reader #la squadra x reader #ghiaccio x reader #IDK WHY I WROTE THIS. BUT I DID. AND IT WAS FUN #imagine cheating on ghiaccio with papa louie /j #I hope this is at least entertaining LMAO #i started this semi seriously and then gave up

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lordhayati · 2 years

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ALERT: NEOPETS IS BEING ACTIVELY HACKED RIGHT NOW.

(image description: We have some serious news today. Thanks to an anonymous tipster, we've been made aware that the database and source code for Neopets.com has been breached, and over 69,000,000 user accounts have been exposed. Full account information, such as email address, passwords, gender, IP addresses, countries, and birthdays are available for sale on a hacker website. Access to the full database and a copy of Neopets.com source code is being offered for 4 Bitcoin (~$94,500 USD at time of writing). For an additional fee, the seller is offering live access to the database. You may have read or heard of some reddit posts being made over the past few months by a user who claims to have had live access to the Neopets database and source code since late last year. (Posting about things such as users who gamed the Mystery Pic contest with the Scary Tree Stamp as a prize, or users who have been shadowbanned from the Altador Cup.) TNT has failed to address this security leak, and now we're finding someone else selling access on the black market. What Can I Do to Protect My Account? Due to the nature of live access being available, we do not recommend changing your account password or PIN at this time. (The hacker and/or buyer could just get a new copy of whatever you changed your password to with their live access.) We will post an update when it's safe to update your account credentials. This isn't the first time the Neopets.com site has been breached, and is likely not the last. We cannot emphasize enough that you should be using unique passwords across every website. If you share your Neopets.com password with any other websites, those accounts are highly at risk. Paying $95k to hack Neopets accounts seems pricey, but the value in a purchase like this will be the ability to test your Neopets.com password on many other sites in brute force attacks. If you share your Neopets.com password with any other website, update the password on those other sites immediately. You should also consider upgrading your digital lifestyle to include a password manager, such as 1Password, will greatly reduce your risk going forward.)

#neopets #neotag #neolodge #warning #signal boost

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kirythestitchwitch · 1 month

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Klaroline WIP Wed - Body Drop - blood/injury cw

assassin!Klaus/fence!Caroline au is what i've been working on recently. just hit over 10k on this file, feeling p good abt it!

Part One here Part Two here

A faint scrape of a shoe against cement where none should be and the flutter of the curtain covering the hallway to the back storeroom were the only warnings she had to drop, the tablet clattering to the ground. The first shot went wide over her head as she grabbed her handgun under the counter with one hand and smashed the lockdown button with the other. There was a curse and then a crashing noise as Caroline popped her head back up, thumbing the safety on the Ruger P90, and was nearly distracted from the Assassins-R-Us looking asshole in all black fallen back against the row of display cases on the counter behind the front desk by Klaus—who seemed to have vaulted the counter in the few seconds she was down—looking menacing and holding a knife on them. It wasn’t the knife he’d been eyeing earlier, no that knife was currently sticking out of the other person’s shoulder, the handgun they’d been shooting held weakly in their hand and pointed at the ground.

It was obnoxiously hot, seeing Klaus in his element.

“We can do this the hard way, and I can make a mess of Caroline’s nice floors. I’m sure she will be very put out about it, but I wager I can convince her to forgive me. I’m hoping with dinner. Or you can tell us why you’re here making such stupid decisions and I won’t kill you slowly.” Klaus’ voice was conversational, generous even as he backed up enough to keep Caroline and her lowered .45 at the edge of his sight.

Wait, did he say he wanted to take her to dinner? Dinner like a date dinner? Was that what the password nonsense was about, was he flirting with her? As the assassin made a jerky motion toward Caroline that Klaus fended off with a warning jab of his knife, she snapped back to the important matters at hand.

The assassin stepped back towards the back counter, and then, staying silent, quickly reached for the gun with their good hand. Caroline ignored the pounding adrenaline, aimed, and shot through the triceps of that arm. The masked person let out a short expletive as the gun fumbled from their hands and clattered to the floor, their other arm jerking back. It took effort to squish down the curl of pleasure that rose through her as Klaus tilted his head and hummed a pleased little noise.

“It will go easier for you if you start talking,” Caroline said, annoyed, “I want to know how you got in here, and I want to know who sent you.” Getting into the security system wouldn’t be impossible, it would just be very, very hard, and would definitely trip her alarms if someone tried a brute force code breaker on the passcodes to her outer and inner security doors. She squashed a moment of panic when she considered that someone may have tortured the codes out of Enzo, and squeezed her handgun’s grip a little tighter.

The masked person clutched at the knife in their shoulder and started to tug with a grunt. Caroline considered telling them they shouldn't do that, but Enzo was really on her mind at the moment and frankly, if blood loss made them a little more pliable then she wasn’t going to point out their dumb decisions. Klaus on the other hand seemed to be under no such compunction.

“I’m hoping you’re not here after Caroline because then I'm going to have to make a mess of your insides out of principle, which is definitely going to make her cross.” Klaus’s voice was almost lazy as he watched the person grunt in pain as they pulled the knife from their shoulder, blood leaving a shining wet spot around the rip in the black fabric. He idly flipped his knife in his fingers while his opponent squared off against him, holding the bloodied knife in their not unnoticeably trembling fingers.

“Equally, I hope you’re not here for me: the caliber of assassin being sent is a disgrace. You would think your employer would know better.” Klaus sounded so put out that it was an effort not to laugh.

“You’d have to hunt them down over the insult alone,” Caroline tagged in, as the assassin took a swipe at Klaus and he leaned out of the way almost carelessly.

“I would, it’s true. It’s bad for business, letting that sort of thing slide.” This time, when the assassin tried a stab at Klaus, he met them with a thrust of his own and caught their blade on the hilt of his dagger. With a swift punch by Klaus in their injured shoulder, their hand spasmed, and the knife dropped from their grasp with a grunt of pain. Shoving them away from him, Klaus stepped back to let Caroline train her gun on the intruder, who leaned on the display cases, blood smearing from where it dribbled down their arm and chest.

“Do you feel like you’re in a sharing mood yet? Because I can keep putting holes in you until you feel like talking.” Caroline said, hoping that wouldn’t be the outcome. God, what a mess that would be.

#klaroline wip wed #klaroline #tvd for ts #klaroline for ts #this asshole has interrupted Klaus' carefully laid plots #and now they must pay #they are getting blood all over Caroline's shit that is a BIOHAZARD #anyways knife nut Klaus is hot i will continue this propaganda #Caroline the Sharpshooter does things to Klaus #She's been oblivious He's been thirsty: adventure time!

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