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                           Ｓｅｌｆ                                          » Proclaimed «                                                          D̘̠͎͟͝a̷̵̩̖͔̼͙r͘҉̤k̹͖̲̰̰̝̘̲͟n͕͈̻͙̠̤̪̞e̪̹͉̖͠ͅt̹̬̟̞͚͉͟                                                                              Kιηg

a [ character study ] of damaged goods with jagged edges. a ǧ̶̺̯l̶͖̲͐̕i̷̖͕͗t̶̜͗̎͜c̶̘̺̏̓h̸͔́̓ in the system. the consequences of || r e i n v e n t i o n || . and what happens when you wipe the slate clean yourself, just to » finally « become what they always accused you of being:

                                                    ——— a problem.

genInfo = (     Indie Hacker OC w/NPCs & lore // 21+, MDNI,     Coded by tonik // Mid-millennial & casual AF,     Est. 2013 // Rebooted 2025,     Inspo -> Watch_Dogs, Hackers (1995), & Mr. Robot,     Multi [ verse // ship // fandom ],     Very [ au // oc // crossover ] friendly,     DDDNE themes likely, shenanigans definitely; )

keyNav = ( carrd, memes, s7ar7ers, usfw sb, psas; )

mains = ( @dj-d3f4lt / @dividedbybinaries / @twomindedsubject, @thatrudeengineer, @engineeredmadness; )

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Send “Oh no you DON’T”   to grab my muse by the back of their collar to stop them from doing something stupid [ accepting ]

— — — It was, objectively, a terrible idea. She’d refused to admit it however, the opportunity to scale a building abandoned mid-construction too tempting of a challenge. So when the Sparkeater snagged her by the collar before she could get too close, Sen7inel huffed with annoyance.

“Oh, come on.” Her gaze scanned over the skeleton of the skyscraper, the rust on the support beams a clear indicator of how long it had been left to rot. “It doesn’t look that bad. And no one is around.” The blonde tried to wrench herself free of the grip before turning to Onyxstorm.

“Besides, it’s been a minute since I’ve vaulted up something this big — I could use the practice. Just, gimme chance, would ya?”

Send “Oh no you DON’T”   to grab my muse by the back of their collar to stop them from doing something stupid [ accepting ]

— — — Being stopped by the mech was no joke. Sen7inel audibly gagged as soon as her collar was pulled back, stopped dead in her tracks.

She couldn’t help herself. The Cybertronian computer was as alien to her as Fang had been when they first met. But unlike robo-hound, whose canine form had taken some… getting used to, curiosity had its hooks in her as soon as she laid eyes on it.

“Just-five minutes. Hell, I’ll take three as soon as I’m in. Let me jack into that thing and get as far as I can.” Her gaze finally pulled away from the device and up to Fang, completely serious.

“No one will find out, I swear. In and out before anyone notices.”

Send “Oh no you DON’T”   to grab my muse by the back of their collar to stop them from doing something stupid [ accepting ]

— — — The digital billboard along the busy street had flashed yet another one of Vought’s endless and relentless ads, this one with the Seven proclaiming some bullshit that she’d tuned out immediately. Then the next one started.

“That’s it.” Sen7inel muttered in that tone that meant she was fed up, tugging her hood over her head. “I’m taking it down.”

Before she turned down the alleyway to start looking for a way up, @awkwardcourage grabbed her collar, stopping her in her tracks. The blonde coughed, then tried to yank herself free, the reaction automatic.

“ R e a l l y ? Come on — I’m so sick of seeing their bullshit.” She scoffed, gesturing accusingly at the billboard before her gaze switched to Hughie. “And it’s been on every billboard like a bad PR plan. Someone’s gotta do something. If I can get up to the control panel, I can splice in a little bit of reality on their behalf.”

A feral little grin started to pull at the edge of her lips.

“Something like ‘Homelander is a fraud’ or ‘Vought eats babies’. Ya know, wake everyone up to what’s happening. It’ll take like, two seconds, less if you help. It’s hardly defacement, more like… a public service announcement.”

— — — “You seem to be misunderstanding.” Her voice filtered through her mask’s vocal modulator. The command and control terminal for a nasty piece of malware that had its hooks in an unsuspecting network read:

>> Endpoints Infected: 86.3%

By all accounts, she assumed she had the network by the balls.

“This is a hostage situation. N o t a negotiation. Transfer the crypto, and you’ll get the password to decrypt your data.” She paused for a beat, head tilting slightly to the left, the green glow on the canine visage pulsing slowly.

“… Or. You don’t. And I render it all into useless ones and zeros.”