#kwriting

[sourrcandy]

WTW CHARACTER WEEK day 01 ↳ protagonists ; the 4 main povs of knights

graphic psd by @destimnesia

ONCE UPON A TIME, there is a devil king. He had a table of soldiers under his command: loyal, just, and willing to do anything. One day, the devil king was amused by their loyalty, and asked them one by one what they wanted more than anything in life, then he would construct plans to help them obtain that.

i. serafine — the first soldier was a courageous, strong lion. she wanted to be a leader, and so the devil gave her the names of all those under his command, to puppet those in power from behind the curtain. controlling them would grant the lion her power.

ii. aredhel — the third was a wise eagle. she wanted to prove her worth and find her place in the devil’s kingdom and he gave her the keys to his kingdom, to guard and stand firm before the gates of hell: the keeper of the labyrinth.

iii. maribelle — the fourth was a shark with teeth sharp as knives. she wanted to play a hero. and the devil king let her run through the streets in wild abandon, bringing those deemed unworthy to their knees and dragging them into the drowning depths of his kingdom.

iv. storm — the sixth and seventh were a pair of sly, crafty foxes, they wanted to crush all enemies in the dark and seize the world for themselves. the devil gave them the keys to his secret vault, opening a world of possibilities and ambitions, so they could rob the world, keeping the fortunes to themselves.

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[kunalkarankapoor]

Kunal Karan Kapoor: Lost in the rhythm of the waves and the whispers of palm trees, I found my own slice of paradise at Cabo Serai in South Goa.

Enveloped in a cocoon of tranquility in the absence of urban clamour, this eco resort seamlessly blends luxury with sustainable travel. The gentle rustle of leaves and distant waves lend a serene backdrop and the minimalist design create a zen haven. The staff, graciously fulfilling all our indulgences, going above and beyond and truly making our stay memorable. Their warm and friendly demeanour made us feel not just like guests, but cherished members of a temporary community of Cabo Serai. A community that lives well and eats scrumptiously organic, locally sourced cuisine. Thank you @caboserai for being the perfect escape from the daily grind. Here, amidst the golden sands and azure waters, every moment feels like a chapter from a novel waiting to unfold. Thank you for a night sky full of stars.

09.02.24

[xofemeraldstars]

after the nth time tommy and buck run into each other on a call, it's no longer awkward and they smile as they walk towards each other for their regularly scheduled chit chat when tommy says teasingly "we really gotta stop running into each other like this" and buck's face kinda fall and he replies quietly, softly, "but I love running into you" and then tommy does that soft eyes look that he does just for him and says "me too"

[fandomzwriterk]

Bi han x female reader x Kuai liang

Summary: Bi han and Kuai liang are both with liu Kang gathering champions and reader is one of them. When liu Kang first knocked on the reader's door and answered that is when they could not stop looking at you. The reason why liu Kang chose the reader is because they are skilled in various types of martial arts, know how to make a lot of poisons,skilled in weapons,and are very smart. They both fall for the reader,but the reader is oblivious to this and is not interested in relationships anyway,all she wants is to get stronger and make new friends.

- If you know the part in the game where Johnny cage meets them. This is what I want the request to be based on.

Thanks if you can do this 😄

A/N: “this is no prank” 🤣🤣🤣 Anyways this is kinda how my bf and I first met/acted in a zoom class so yeah…🤣🤣🤣 also this might be my favorite part aside from Tomas’ entrance in the game cause damnnnn he fineee😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 Reader is a little based off Kiriko from Overwatch!! (I play her so I know her design/lore)

Kitsune of… Love?!

That night…

It had been a long night… and it couldn’t possibly get any worse, at least that’s what you had been hoping for. Your night was just perfectly annoying… because of one fanboy asshole and another one who was chasing around said fanboy. The one who had been holding your blade named Sento was face first into the marble flooring, his mouth shut with makeshift gags. He certainly wouldn’t shut up as soon as you beat his ass. So, you tied his arms behind his back and left him face first on the ground. The other had been more fortunate, only getting knocked out and tied to one of your dining room chairs. You didn’t dare ask the one who wouldn’t shut up and certainly couldn’t ask the knocked out guy. Surely it couldn’t get worse right?

Wrong

There was knocking on the door, so you sighed before picking up three kunai’s off the floor and holding them between your knuckles on your dominant hand. The other, empty in case someone dared to jump through the door as soon as you opened it. You opened it slightly having one eye peeking out into the street to see who it was. A man with long black hair and glowing white eyes greeted you, a smile as his two companions stared at you in curiosity.

“Y/n! It’s very good to see you. May I come inside?” He asked as his one hand moved to its right and in an ‘opening’ manner

Your guardians, may their souls be blessed wherever they were since they moved after you left home, raised you with manners and how to behave to guests, because “heaven forbid you decided to be a wild woman in your adulthood”. At least that’s how it was phrased as you were a little girl. You opened the door, much to your inner voice’s displeasure, and stared at the three men walking in. The one with white eyes stared at the man on the ground and then to the one strapped into the chair. A few of your weapons scattered about the living room stuck in the walls and dug into lots of your furniture. One of the men, wearing a blue gi and forming ice at his fingertips, stared at you as you walked around the room plucking out kunai’s, darts, and throwing knives from the walls.

“What in the name of the Elder Gods happened here?”

“Relax Bi Han. She’s not a threat.”

“Lord Liu Kang… who is she?”

You ignored their conversation, putting a hand on the chair and dragging it over to these new three men. It was heavy, looking to your side as you saw the one with bright white eyes look over the man passed out on the floor at his feet.

“My. You took down Johnny Cage… I’m impressed.”

You looked behind you, locking eyes with the other two men who stood behind you a few feet away, seeming to be ready to attack at any moment.

“The idiot wasn’t smart enough to do more research.”

“That’s Johnny for you.”

The one with white eyes took a step in for direction, making you take one back and ready a kunai. The one in blue made his move and charged before anyone could say anything.

“Bi Han! Stand down!”

The one named Bi Han froze, just as one of his hands was nearly going to grab you by the neck and throw you backwards. He grunted, walking to the other men and stood there with his arms crossed.

“Why are you here? How do you know my name? How did you find me?”

Granted, a mansion in Los Angeles surrounded by walls and fences next to a mountainside is the best spot but you sort of ‘earned’ this one. Who were you to say no to a glorious house you didn’t have to pay for.

“My name is Liu Kang, Protector of Earthrealm and god of fire. You, Y/n, are one of its champions.”

“You must be mistaken. I don’t know who or what you’re talking about. Perhaps you’re talking about needing a weapon of sorts?”

“No. I’m talking about you. You don’t remember us but trust me, I know a lot about you.”

He looked to the two men you’d beaten before he got here. One was named Johnny Cage, a massive fanboy of yours and he wasn’t the only one. The other, as you found out before making him pass out, was Kenshi Takahashi, a man also on the hunt for you. It wasn’t that you were in danger. No no no… they were the ones who were in danger.

“Alright then God of Fire… tell me something only you and I would know.”

“Your secret behind your prowess of your skills is that you are born from a family of healers, your parents having raised you in kinjitsu and using your Kitsune guide to harness your strength. You said you were destined to be a healer since your grandmother first taught you to start healing someone.”

You froze, never having told anyone this story of yourself to anyone… only keeping the darkness of your past behind you and try to forget it. This man was right, you’d been a healer and also a curser, someone who dabbled in poisons and deadly smaller weapons.

“How do you know that?”

“I know lots of things about you Y/n. I know of who you used to train with as a child as well. I know a lot more… if you care to hear about it.”

“Is this blackmail? So I do whatever you want me to do? No. I’m not like that. I’m better than that. You can’t control me with what you claim to know.”

“This is no blackmail Y/n. Trust me, I’m only here as a friend, just like how I’m here for Kenshi and Johnny.”

Bi Han moved past Liu Kang, readying an icicle spear with his hands ready to attack.

“Bi Han don’t.”

“She won’t listen to reason and I intend-“

You quickly shot a dart into Bi Han’s neck, seeing his expression change to fear as he fell onto his back and didn’t move once he hit the floor. Liu Kang just stood there with his arms crossed, holding back a laugh.

“By the Elder gods what did you do to him?”

You dusted off your shoulder, just to flex on Bi Han who lay paralyzed on the floor.

“Easy. Wolfbane. Paralysis and numbness, just below the lethal amount. Had I put any more and he’d be shitting himself and puking his guts out. He should’ve listened to you and not moved. Just give him Thyme and Lamb’s Creat in a wine. He’ll be fine in a few hours… maybe more.”

Liu Kang chuckled, leaving Kuai Liang sweating as he felt fear creep up his spine at the fear this woman in front of him radiated.

“There’s our classic Y/n I know. Care to follow us back home?”

You paused for a moment, thinking about whether or not the consequences of your actions would affect you. Surely nothing bad could come of this right?

Many, many months later…

Yeah… you didn’t regret meeting the other Champions. Raiden and Kung Lao were so happy to have you as a mentor, granted you aren’t much older than them. They watched you fight with such awe. It was almost like they regarded you as an equal to Liu Kang. You were strong, beating the both of them and Kenshi and Johnny again. You could train all day every day, as long as you didn’t hurt yourself. It was fun being able to get stronger in a way you never could as a child. All you had were two trainees you had grown alongside. It felt so relieving, being able to get better without anyone stopping you and now having an occasional “fan” watching you.

“You sure like to keep that blade don’t you now Johnny? You better not lose it, it’s still mine.”

“Yeah yeah I got it. Don’t break the sword.”

You rolled your eyes as Johnny and Kenshi walked away, going off to find Geras and Liu Kang, as they had a mission for the two men, along with Raiden and Kung Lao. Both weren’t happy and they’d much rather train with you, but they couldn’t say no to Liu Kang.

“Be safe and don’t do anything stupid.” You answered back

You went back to your training against the floppy dummy behind held in front of you with a stand. You’d purposely brought your dull knives on this occasion, since wearing down your good pairs would be pointless. As of now, you’d only lost one throwing knife since you’ve been here, having it get frozen and broken by Bi Han.

“You seem bored.” A voice called behind you

You looked behind you, seeing both Kuai Liang and Bi Han strutting up to you, specifically noticing Kuai Liang’s eyes focused on you. They seemed excited.

“Would you like someone to train with?”

“Or two?”

Sure? Why not indulge in showing off to the brothers? After all nothing bad could happen from this!

Wrong again…

Yep. That was a bad idea. It wasn’t even five minutes before Bi Han started correcting you, and you could see Kuai Liang cringing in the corner.

“Now do this… put this here-“

“You can stop overcorrecting brother.”

Bi Han shot his brother a look, Kuai clearly mad at something as well.

“I’m just making sure she’s fine.”

“I’m sure she can handle herself. She did beat you.”

You let out a small laugh as Kuai’s eyes settled to you, something comforting and warm inside them. Bi Han then turned his head to face you, you felt like winning against Bi Han might’ve been a really good thing. His ego was as large as he was, and it needed to get cut a little.

“Oh shut up little brother. You’re one to talk.”

Kuai playfully shrugged and moved to be by your side, turning you around so your attention was now on him. You could see Bi Han glare at his brother, then had a soft smile when he turned his head to you.

“Come on Bi Han. Let’s do this together.”

“Together? Why would I share a student with you?”

“Because we both can teach her something.”

“Oh please brother, like you have anything to teach that I didn’t learn. You and Tomas both. After all, I am Grand Master and leader of the Lin Kuei. What can you do that I can’t?”

“Not have my head up my ass like you.”

Alright time to go. You closed your eyes, shifting your hands into a ninjitsu symbol and felt yourself turn into air. You needed to be somewhere, anywhere away from these two. Maybe by sheer coincidence, you came stumbling into the room stumbling into Liu Kang, Raiden, and Tomas.

“Oh! Y/n! What brings you here?” Raiden asked

“Please don’t let them-“

“I’ve got you. Take this, I can distract them.”

Tomas threw you a smoke bomb, just one for you to escape and hide from his brothers. Raiden followed as he and Liu Kang let Tomas walk ahead.

“I really can’t believe I’m in a family with those two.”

To be continued….?

A/n: yeahhhhhh I’m sorry I’ve been taking so long I swear I’m working on them. Life’s been really shitty over the last 3 weeks so yeah… I’m mega unmotivated🥲 Anyways… PLEASE DON’T SPOIL DLC CAUSE I HAVEN’T PLAYED IT YET!!! Thank you, goodnight! Hope you enjoyed!

[aquakeiju]

i should have shown you more grace.

i reacted to you from a place of hurt. i know how hard it is, to have your heart broken in the first place, but especially to open it up to be broken again. in the heat of the sting of rejection, i forgot that feeling entirely, though i've felt it many times. all i saw was me, my feelings, my hurt, and i didn't even acknowledge you.

if i could go back, re-read that initial text, and reply in a whole new way, i would want you to know that it's ok to not be ready. it's ok to try and put yourself out there again, and more important than trying, it's ok to fail. i am so glad that you made the effort, you put yourself out there, and you tried. that is something you should be proud of.

if i could go back, i would tell you that it really is okay, that the fact that you kept that polaroid of me in your dresser through several apartments and a housefire, an entire university degree, and so many stages of your life, that alone is proof enough that you never intended to harm.

if i could say anything now, i would say i'm sorry. that you deserved more compassion than you received from me. that i could and should have been more understanding, and, above all, that i truly am so happy i got to experience the man you've become.

love,

k

[track-maniac]

what r ur opinions on neovim/helix editor etc :3

i think they're cool but don't have the energy to learn it

oh i hate to disappoint but i am a vscode girlie. not even code OSS or vscodium (i tried but had issues)

i edit single files in kwrite, or sometimes vscode when i know i'm going to need some features such as json formatting

and when i actually need to edit text in a terminal i use nano, with the only setting being tab=4 spaces. so to answer your question i don't have an opinion as i haven't used neovim nor helix

now if someone wants to preach their CLI text editor that'll make it 12.7% easier for me to edit my nginx config files over ssh i'm all ears (obtuse shortcuts forbidden)

[brandinotbroke]

Tutorial for making "Open with..." work on Fedora with Windows programs (and installing Sims/Lots via CleanInstaller that way)

sorry for the convoluted title, but I didn't know how else to name this.

Anyway, you know how on Windows you can simply double click on .Sims2Pack files and CleanInstaller will automatically open them? Same with .package files and SimPE.

This doesn't work on Linux out-of-the-box, because both SimPE and CleanInstaller are Windows programs. However, there is a way to make it work just like that.

I will be writing this tutorial for CleanInstaller, but you can do the same with SimPE. You'll then be able to install lots and sims by simply double clicking those install files, just like how you'd do it on windows.

What we need to do is to create a .desktop file for our program, which will make it available in the list of programs when selecting "Open with...".

Go to /home/[PC name] Then hit ctrl+h to show hidden folders. From there, go to .local/share/applications.

Inside that folder, create a new file and name it CleanInstaller.desktop

Open your new file with a text editor like KWrite or Kate.

In the file, write the following:

[Desktop Entry] Type=Application Name=CleanInstaller Icon=[add a path to the .ico file you want to use, this is optional] Exec=WINEPREFIX="/home/[insert PC name]/Games/the-sims-2/" "/home/[insert PC name]/.local/share/lutris/runners/wine/wine-ge-8-26-x86_64/bin/wine" "[insert path to CleanInstaller.exe]" %U Categories=Game

If for whatever reason your runner for the Sims 2 is different (meaning it is NOT wine-ge-8-26-x86_64), then change it in the text above! It needs to be the same runner as the game is using.

Save your file.

To test, go download a sim or house, right click the file, select "open with..." and see if CleanInstaller is in the list.

Tip for people who use KDE plasma: Right click on a .sims2pack file, select "Properties". In the new window, click on "Change..." or "Add..." next to "Open With". Another window will open. At the bottom under "Applications preference Order", click on "+Add..." and select CleanInstaller. Apply the change and now you can simply double-click .sims2pack files to open them in CleanInstaller automatically.

/EDIT: Some people have reported that they couldn't get this to work on Mint and SteamDeck. I'm not really sure why that is, but in this case I'll just mark that this tutorial is for Fedora specifically.

[kromato]

Tag Directory

Hiya, here's my tag directory for most used tags if you wanna filter anything.

#kdraws - my art #kwrites - my writing #kHC - headcanons #kHCF - headcanons about faces specifically #ksays - rambling and any other misc posts #kspicy - anything even mildly suggestive

#kCOD - all Call of Duty related content #kHORROR - any horror franchise content #kOC - any original content

#kreblog - any reblogged stuff The rest I just use tumblr-wide tags for (blood, violence, etc). More specific or niche stuff might have a specific tag, but I'm pretty vanilla so it'd be rare if ever. Browse safe!

[yescs2020]

Notepad ++ has more features and is not a Microsoft product! Just be sure u download the real program and not mallard from a fake site.

kwrite is also a alternative that ppl use especially with Linux

[lolonolo-com]

Açık Kaynak İşletim Sistemleri 2023-2024 Final Soruları

Açık Kaynak İşletim Sistemleri 2023-2024 Final Soruları 1. “….. GNOME’un kendi metin düzenleyicisidir.” olarak ifade edilen editör aşağıdakilerden hangisidir? A) Geany B) KWrite C) Gedit D) Atom E) Emacs Cevap : C) Gedit 2. “….. Linux’ta sistemde bulunan donanım ile haberleşmeyi gerçekleştiren dosyalardır.” olarak verilen bir ifadede boş bırakılan yere aşağıdakilerden hangisi gelmelidir? A)…

[sourrcandy]

WTW CHARACTER WEEK day 04 ↳ antagonists ; reginald clemonte

psd template by @hesperides

• reginald clemonte — 59 | he/him | chinese american | allegiance : avalon | alias : king arthur

the heir of the clemontes in the 38th generation, reginald clemonte continues to thrive and expand arkridge city's founding family's technology, weaponry, chemicals, and philanthropy. he has married three times : 1. ngô thi lan — a politician who passed away in a 'car accident' , 2. fleur laurent — a fashion model who died giving birth to colette clemonte ; and 3. cordelia liu — a physician who found herself at the wrong place at the right time.

behind the facade of everyday politics and colourful metropolitan life, the round table rules arkridge city from behind perfect masks and gilded thrones — reginald clemonte spearheads the multigenerational grand scheme of puppeteering the city's political and criminal world as its unspoken corrupt backbone that helped build arkridge into the megacity it is now.

downtown arkridge, also known to the underworld as avalon, is a black market network and sanctuary owned by the round table for those willing to pay the price. many find themselves intrigued by how easy it is for one's ambitions to prosper in arkridge and how quickly a single mistake can cause you to fall towards the gutters and beg for your life. king arthur (reginald) holds the keys to this kingdom, and with one wrong step you will find yourself spiralling in the abyssal labyrinth, erased from the very plane of your existence.

gen tag!! (send an ask to be added/removed) @kazino @halcionic @cianawrites @janaisvu @ninazeniks @ambrosiadarling @perditism @serpentarii @seasteading @lasbrumas @sympathyhouse

[q4os-tde-official]

i use nano whenever i need a terminal text editor :3 (like when MC:SM decides it wants to kill my Plasma session)

otherwise i just stick to kwrite

i forgor to make the poll long aaaaaa. making it again

if you use multiple keyboard layouts choose the one you use the most in your personal life! also pls share for better sample size

[xofemeraldstars]

inspired by this post

tommy gets invited to join the 118 for lunch during their shift, once bobby is bac ofc, and he gets there while buck and bobby are prepping the food so he gets a chance to chat with the rest of the 118

sweet moments of buck looking at tommy being apart of his family and bobby nudging him cause he's about to burn something, chuckling as buck scrambles and the others look over to see what it's all about, they tease each other as usual. chim, hen and eddie pull tommy into the teasing as well and just overall a wholesome moment, we see buck and tommy grinning at each other

once the food is done they start carrying all the plates to the table and people are starting to sit down when buck and tommy reach for the same chair (oh you know the invisible string of it all) and chim sees this happen and laughs at them going "right that was tommy's spot!" hen teases them to get another chair when she sees the look on their faces as they actually contemplate the situation, cause these chairs are not made for two men built like them to share (who in whose lap tho?)

buck pushed tommy down to sit and then runs over to get another chair and pushes in close to tommy, wide smile on his face as he looks around the table at everyone passing around plates and joking and laughing cause this is something he's been craving for for many years and he's finally got it ❤️

[fandomzwriterk]

Somebody I Used to Know

Duo’s: Gohan x Big Sister!Reader

Warnings: based on a fic I’m writing for my DBZ(S) OC named Haruka (she’s the eldest of the 3 Son siblings and has a tough relationship with Gohan and Goten after a certain arc in the story, so this is a part of a larger story but in this it’ll be told from your perspective)

There isn’t much to say when it came to the relationship between Y/n and Gohan after their father died at the hands of Cell some 15 years prior. Their father beat Buu alongside Vegeta, which was about 5 years ago from today, saving the world once more and making life peaceful once more. However, it was about a year ago the god of Destruction, Beerus, awoke from his yearly slumber and came to Earth to challenge an opponent in his dreams, which turned out to be Y/n and Gohan’s father, the mighty Saiyan raised on Earth named Goku.

“You are so stupid Vegeta! What is your problem?!” Bulma roared from inside the room

The night was cold as Y/n stood over the railing of Capsule Corps balcony, her father, Vegeta, Bulma, Beerus, and Whis all started to work on a plan together. Beside Y/n stood her good friend Trunks, at least the older one from the future of her timeline that she’d come to know very personally. Trunks parents were Vegeta and Bulma, but in their present time Trunks was about 10 or so, this version of him as old as Haruka herself.

“Still thinking about it?”

“Yeah. Hard to believe he’d even want to see me after all this time.”

Trunks just nodded, taking a sip from the glass of water he was holding as he sat against the very railing Y/n was leaning on.

“I’m sure he’d be glad to see you. At least you’re trying with Goten. I’m sure Gohan would love to know that you’re home now.”

“You don’t understand Trunks. This isn’t easy and the reason I left didn’t really leave me time to say goodbye.”

Y/n sighed, looking behind her to stare at her father through the glass, seeing his smile and laugh piss off Vegeta even more.

“You left because you didn’t want to burden everyone with what you were feeling, what you needed to do. You became stronger because of it and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I missed my brothers growing up. I missed my father coming back to life again. I missed my family… I missed every part of his life after I left. I know Gohan had to deal with everything alone, and I was supposed to be there for him and my mom. I even missed the birth of my niece!”

Y/n and Trunks sat in the silence, neither moving an inch as the wind picked up slightly and brushed leaves past them.

“Y/n you-“

“I know I don’t have the right to be upset, I made that choice and I have to live with it, even if it sucks to admit.”

“But you’re a god! You scare Beerus whenever you get mad and I’m sure that in of itself is a world saver. You stopped him from destroying the planet.”

Y/n sighed, that very day coming back to her mind. It had been a long and tiresome effort to get to godhood, handed to her by Zeno’s guardian himself along with the title of God of Peace and Creation as well. Her “coronation” had been short, her new duty was to her universe as its protector, an opposing equal force to God of Destruction Beerus and his brother Chappa. Admittedly, a half Saiyan-half human was the first among many other things, but Y/n had the power of cosmos’ in her hands whenever she chose to use it. Compared to Beerus, her power was far greater than his and could easily have been the one to overthrow lord Zeno himself.

“Maybe it’s best if I go back to my universe.” She spoke out loud

“That’s a stupid decision Y/n! How are we supposed to defeat Black now without you?”

Before Y/n could respond, the sound of footsteps could be heard below them on the path. Looking over the railing, Y/n noticed an older man with short black hair and glasses, a woman around his age carrying a small bundle in her arms. The one with glasses seemed to be looking for someone, the woman next to him seeming to soothe some sort of nervous ticks he was having.

“Go. I’ll be right inside.” Trunks added with a smile

Y/n felt a lump in her throat as she kept thinking to herself how much of a bad idea this was. She slowly went down a flight of stairs, walking slowly as she eventually reached the ground, the pair of adults in front of her with their backs facing her talking to each other. She took a deep breath, feeling the cold crisp air fill her lungs as she tried to not think of anything but the man in front of her.

“G-Gohan? Is that-“

Without skipping a beat, Gohan turned around and stared at Y/n, his eyes scanning over her then letting go of the woman next to him and taking a step forward.

“Y/n? Is that… really you? Are you really-“

“Yeah… it’s me little brother.” She answered

A tear fell from Gohan’s eye, his body shaking as he slowly pulled himself together before losing his mental sanity.

“You have no idea how long it’s been.”

“20 years… I know.”

Gohan sighed, wiping the tears away as he ushered the woman next to him to go inside. As soon as she went inside, something in Gohan’s eyes changed, startling Y/n as this was not a good sign for either her or Gohan.

“So after 20 years you finally come back?”

“I was afraid.”

“Of what? Your family? Your friends? Me?!”

A flicker of energy was felt coming off of Gohan, Y/n feeling the anger inside his heart start to rise.

“You promised you’d always be there… and yet you ran from everyone and hid for almost 18 years until Beerus came here.”

“I didn’t have a choice. Do you know how guilty I felt?”

“Of course I did! I was just as responsible for dad’s death at the Cell Games just as much as you were!”

“And yet when I lost everything… you expected me to stay and be strong when I couldn’t even handle looking in a mirror and wanting to disappear when you and mom cried for days after he died. I lost not just dad that day… I lost myself and I lost somebody that I cared about.”

Gohan rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as the energy slowly decreased.

“Of course this was about Trunks.”

Silence between them was loud, only the sound of crickets being heard as both siblings stared at each other.

“If Beerus hadn’t come here… would you have even consider coming back home to us?”

Y/n didn’t dare to answer that… it was the truth after all, Y/n had only come back due to Trunks reappearing in her timeline and universe once more and due to being the universes protector, it was her duty to find out why he was there. Had he not shown up, Y/n would be in her home universe watching from her godly cosmic prison millions of planets away.

“I…”

“I knew it. I was just an afterthought to you, all of us were. You’re a bad sister. I hope your home planet is lovely…. But don’t come crawling back to mine once your business here is done.”

“Yours? It’s just as much mine as it is yours.”

“It stopped being yours the day you left for 20 years.”

Y/n bit her tongue, holding back any rage she felt against Gohan and just turned to walk away.

“Fine. I’ll leave then, once I’m done with what’s needed of me, then you won’t have to see or hear from me ever again.”

Y/n took off, beginning to start to levitate above the ground before turning to look back at her brother.

“Goodbye Gohan.”

And then she was gone, flying at almost the speed of sound as her boost kicked up dirt and grass onto Gohan.

To be continued in the actual story of Haruka!!!

[crispichan95]

Computer love (longing)

No thoughts will come today.

Head empty, but you.

Then I remember why,

the reason why I will always return

to the comfort given by blank pages.

You talk about techno love.

Platonic, digital.

Bidimensional.

I experienced it,

suffered it, enjoyed it,

inside my own flesh and soul.

I would tell you everything

if both of our worlds united for a second.

If you only knew I exist.

Then I would whisper on your lips

before you vanish again,

and leave me one more time

into my computer love.

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So...yes, after an eternity, I’ve finally written this. It was from a KW activity I decided to make here long time ago, about KW music related to emotions, but I totally forgot about it until...now? hahaha. Better late than never, they say. So, @ismellvinegarandfries​ , congrats for being the winner :) Computer love and...longing...

[kristie-rp]

we don’t have to dance | leo & rita

“Did you see what Dolores was wearing?”

“I know, right? It’s like she thinks she’s half her age!”

Leo excuses himself from the insipid nattering and schoolgirl giggling of the more permanent members of the biology and genetic department of PLU, feigning a need for another drink. It’s an act, but he still goes to the counter and deduces what the least foul tasting thing is on the menu, settling on bourbon and removing it from the barman with absolutely no patience.

He regrets agreeing to come to post-networking drinks with the department staff. He attended the formal little party attempted by the university, forging connections he didn’t need, playing a part he didn’t have much of a use for except as a means of social experimentation. The girls – specifically Enid or Ella or Eris, even, for all the discord she seems to be sewing – asked him along and, after enough badgering, he’d resigned himself to agreeing. Only after a promise that this would be the last time this semester had he agreed, and even that had been pushing the limits of his willingness to socialise. Particularly when it turned out their location of choice was Clandestine, a bar-club hybrid home to heavily discounted drinks if clients could prove they’d taken to filling the dancefloor.

Needless to say, he wasn’t impressed with the grinding mass he had to dodge to get what he wanted.

“What do you know, professors do exist outside of class.”

Leo stifles a groan, pasting on a mild smile and turning. “Yes, well, I have been told that leaving the classroom is healthy sometimes – Miss Partridge,” he adds, somewhat surprised to see her. She’d been in the front row of a lecture he’d given on developmental theory, with an emphasis on biology and genetics too advanced for most of the class, there to satisfy an elective. Miss Partridge had argued with him off and on throughout the lecture, and when she wasn’t, she was scrawling notes, her handwriting spidery and cramped when Leo got a look at her notebook. He’d taken her for a curious busybody, clever and enjoyable to argue with, but hadn’t expected to run into her again so soon – let alone outside a classroom. “Finished your homework, Miss Partridge?”

She scoffs and grins, which he notes mostly because it doesn’t seem to reach her eyes. He wonders, initially, if the dim lighting are minimising her expressions, but no – a flash of light as the bartender switches something on behind the bar, and he’s confirmed she’s forcing a larger smile than he thinks seems at home on her face. “I was done before it was given a due date,” she claims, and he raises a brow in response. “And call me Rita, please. Miss Partridge is my sister.”

“That seems unlikely, then, Rita. And did any of my lecture content prove useful?”

“Did anything in your lecture on genetic abnormalities and expression of unique genes prove useful to an assignment on education-development development? No. It was more interesting, though, I’ll give you that.”

He opens his mouth to ask another question – namely, to figure out what she’s actually studying, because those topics seem at odds, and she clearly understands the more advanced content he prefers – but the music flares louder, catching both their attention as the lights die and a spotlight roves the crowd.

“Oh no,” Rita says, barely audible to him over the audience chanting – it takes him a moment to parse the slurred chaos: dance, dance, dance. He remembers, too, one of the reasons Clandestine is so dearly loved by much younger people: the dancelight, a spotlight controlled by the DJ who picks out a couple and tries to force them on each other.

He’s not particularly surprised when the spotlight lands on them, if he’s honest.

Rita is chewing on her lip when Leo looks at her again, but she pastes that strained smile back on and grabs his hand, dragging him from the bar and towards a door, away from the dance floor. The crowd whoops and the DJ announces another successful match, turning the spotlight on the masses again; he thinks he hears maybe-Eris cheering him specifically as the door swings shut behind them.

“Look,” Rita starts, not giving him a moment to take in the alley back-entrance to the club. “I was going to attempt flirting and waste probably far too much time building this up, but I don’t actually want a romantic connection. You’re smart, and that’s hot as anything I can come up with myself, and I could pay heed to culturally ingrained disapproval of overt sexual advances, but frankly that sounds boring and exhausting, so. Are you attracted to me or not?”

Leo blinks, looking at Rita properly. Her appearance caught his attention to start with – orange hair is unusual in their society, at least enough that they stand out, and despite her clearly being ginger, she isn’t freckled; her skin is almost flawless, an ethereal quality to it in the grey half-light that came in through the classroom window where he first encountered her. Now, she’s dressed for a club, her dress tight and black and flattering, but she’s pulled a coat on over the top, apparently sensible and dressed to be rained on, as is certainty in Port Lyndon. She isn’t smiling, none of that forced farce from earlier so much as hinted at. Her eyes – they hold a spark that draws him in, and when she opens her mouth, she is constantly surprising, intelligent and well-reasoned and with a clever, sharp wit that she wields like a knife.

“I’d take you here against the wall, if you’d let me,” he says.

She nods, once, sharply, and steps closer, kissing him intently, all passion and fury he expected, when he imagined doing this after the one class he’s led with her. “Not in an alley,” she murmurs against his lips, returning to a kiss.

They don’t have to dance, or smile, or be friends, or anything like that; she is not interested in social tedium, and she has made that abundantly clear. So he escorts her back to his apartment, and has her again and again and again, fucked into the mattress, with her riding him, with him tasting her directly, drinking from the source, lapping it up as she rewards his ministrations by cumming again and again.

He wakes the next morning to grey light in the window, rolling onto his side to find Rita sitting on the edge of his bed, pulling her clothing back on. Her tight black dress had turned out to be a precisely matched top and skirt, and she is pulling the top on now, over the top of her bare chest. He hums in faint protest as she covers herself, and she casts a glance over her shoulder, no sentiment in her gaze as she knocks aside his questing hands. “I have a class in 30 minutes,” she says, clearly uninterested. He blinks at her, half expecting whiplash for the change from last night, which she was abundantly, vocally interested in. “Thanks.”

She collects her belongings and leaves, smelling of sex and looking almost too put together, leaving him with a hard-on that seems to want her, and far too many questions. He sits up in bed to dwell on them, sheets falling around him, frowning at the reflection of a well-fucked man cast by the mirror attached to the wardrobe door.

They aren’t friends, he thinks. They only on a first name basis because she flinches whenever she hears her own surname. They fell into bed because she didn’t want to dance with him, and, admittedly, because he had no interest in dancing himself; what they did instead was preferable, and he’s happy to have done it, and he doesn’t have any regrets, but – but. He isn’t any closer to solving the riddle of Rita Partridge, and maybe that’s the most frustrating thing. If this happens again – when it happens again – he resolves to talk more, to get some answers, instead of more questions.

(It happens again, and again, and again, until Rita moves on from college and becomes more and more occupied with whatever it is she seems to be doing to fund college. He has very few answers, and the questions only increase, but – but. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.)