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[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]

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]

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!

[kromato]

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[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)…

[corvuscorona]

in other linuxes news the other day i had to

install a calculator app (there is not one installed by default (lol.)) &

figure out what the notepad equivalent even is

on dr460nized and man. KDE has some real Software going for it. you can make kcalc SO SMALL (<3) & kwrite is like if notepad++ wasn't kind of a weird mess with insane default settings and also somehow insane customization options; it's exactly what I want out of An Notepad (opens instantly. none of formatting or UI clutter, but yes of tabs. crispy.) BUT IT ALSO fucking shows diffs (marks stuff you have edited since your last save in red / saved stuff in green) VERY UNOBTRUSIVELY which is such a weird + SHOCKINGLY WELCOME bonus I'm in love with it

[steamos-official]

yeah, there should be more!

where is the konsole? the kde-connect? the kwrite?!

Why are there two KDE blogs

[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.

-------------------------------------------------------

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.)

[nai-has-jams]

Prompt #10

As requested by @uchihawolf I’m winging prompt 10 from this list of prompts. Request your prompts pleaasssseee :)

“I might have had a few shots.” he lazily slurred as he made his way over to the couch of your newly furnished studio apartment. He flopped face first into the cushions, letting out an exasperated sigh. 

As much as you cared about Namjoon, this was getting ridiculous. He’d been getting drunk a lot lately. And more often than you were comfortable with. Just coming from the bar with Jimin and Hoseok, he had the stench of cheap cologne and bad decisions all over him. 

He shifted onto his back and ran his fingers through his blonde tufts of hair. You studied his facial expressions from the kitchen where you were pouring a glass of water, for him of course. It’d become routine to get him a glass of water and hold his hand while held back tears. This was how you both coped. It was a bit strange considering how he’d confessed to you only weeks ago, and even though your rejection was likely the cause of his drunken adventures, your couch was the first couch he would come to.

Bringing the glass of water to him, you sat on the floor beside the couch. He reached out for you hand.

“Y/N, I love you.” he said, showing no embarrassment or fear. The way he looked into your eyes felt a bit invasive. 

“I know, Joon.” you sighed, taking his hand.

“Why don’t you love me back? Are you afraid that I’ll treat you bad?” 

You shook your head, and smiled faintly. “No, Joon. It’s not that. I know you’d treat me amazing.” And you did know that. Joon was a sweetheart, and he was so compassionate. He would always put you first, and he would always be considerate of your feelings. He would be understanding. Realizing that he was really the man you’ve been claiming you needed every time your relationships with assholes you’ve dated in the past made you feel even worse about rejecting him. He really had everything you claimed to have wanted in a man. But the issue was, you weren’t ready for that. You needed your heart broken just a few more times before you could be ready to love and be loved. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin him.

“Well what is it?” he asked, gripping your hand a bit tighter. His eyes focused on yours, darting from your lips back to your eyes. “What’s keeping you from being mine?” 

You felt a hitch in your breath. A short pause stilled the air in the living room. The pit of your stomach churned, and it made you a bit queasy.

“Joon. Stop.” you pleaded weakly, as you let his hand go. He sat up to face you.

“Tell me you don’t feel anything and I will. Look me in my fucking eyes, Y/N and tell me you don’t love me too and I’ll disappear for good. Tell me you don’t feel shit, and I’ll believe you. You’re driving me crazy! I only confessed because I was sure that there was more to me and you than just being friends. The way you laughed and seemed so happy around me, the way I couldn’t stop my heart from beating out of my chest when I’m around you. The way that every time we made eye contact it felt like you could see into my soul. Tell me that you don’t feel any of that and I was wrong.” he lost his breath from rambling, and listening to his lament made your breath short too.

You were speechless. Everything he’d said, you felt. Everything he was, you wanted, but it was just hard. It was hard to trust, and it was even harder to give in to being treated how you wanted to. Maybe that’s because you believed that you deserved shitty relationships because it’s all you ever got. And maybe having shitty relationships so many times made it almost foreign to recognize a good one. You’re taught to fear the unknown, and love seemed so alien.

“I... I do.” you admitted, a single tear falling from your right eye. “I do feel all of that. I feel like I know you every time I see you.”

“So why cant you just let me love you?” he peaked. 

“Because! I can’t ruin you like I’ve ruined other people. You’re too good for this world Namjoon, and you’re much too good for me. I can’t sit back and let you love me. Not now, not ever. You going out and drinking and then coming here to crash on my couch every other night will not change that. I won’t let it.”

Without any warning you felt his hands cup your face, and his lips centimeters from yours. He pressed his lips into yours, and you felt electricity jolt through your bones. You didn’t even realize how tense you were until you fell into his kissing. It was slow. Passionate. Almost as if he hadn’t heard anything you said, and like he was kissing away any worries you had. He broke the kiss, and watched as you still puckered wanting more. 

“If any of that was true, you wouldn’t have kissed back. We could be happy, Y/N... just tell me when you’re ready to be happy. I won’t wait forever.” he said bluntly while standing.

Walking to the coat rack by the door, he raised his eyebrow and smirked at you. He hurried himself out the door without a word, leaving you speechless and confused. You blinked in disbelief. He’d left without saying a word about what just happened. Your heart beat faster and faster the more you thought about it. He really just kissed you, and left abruptly. 

Lying on the floor beside the couch in silence, you let a few tears fall before a childish grin crept upon your face. You felt 16 again when you felt the butterflies in your stomach fly around, and you kicked your feet in excitement and giggles. What had come over you?  

Love.

[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.

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[romnff-blog]

America’s ass

Pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader (can be platonic or romantic, whichever works for you!)

Warnings: language! somebody’s undies are exposed, fighting (although no serious damages seeing as its mainly playful) & hardly anything else unless you wanna consider humor and a bit of fluff a warning bc in that case you’re in for a treat!

Request: “so what about a steve x fem!reader one where they are both Avengers and they are doing their usual morning routine: running before training, but Steve gets cocky and laps the reader several times and just laughs about it so the reader takes revenge during the training session by showing off her "soooo much better fighting skills" and tries to knock Steve on the ground and it ends with being extremely fluffy and giggly, please? thank you bubs, you da best!!”

A/N: hi! This request is from my dearest, @adoringsteverogers aka an absolute angel, I enjoyed writing this and I actually like how it came out so I hope you enjoy! Go follow her guys! She writes as well (a whole lot better than myself, that’s for sure!) and it’s so good, 10/10 recommend, literally not kidding when I say she’s the absolute best! Thanks so much again for this, I love you so much!

“Oh, come on! That all you got, dollface?” Steve yelled from a good metre’s distance, jogging backwards with ease, almost tauntingly.

“Not to burst your bubble, cap, but not everyone is as physically advanced as yourself,” You practically seethe, causing him to pause for a breather, walking leisurely in your direction as if he hadn’t just gone thirteen laps in just under a minute.

“I mean look at you,” you continue breathlessly, waving a hand in his direction, hunched over and palms gripping your kneecaps as you fail to control your staggering breaths, “you’re like a walking steroid!”

That earned a chuckle from Rogers, “walking steroid, huh?” He parrots with a faux thoughtful expression before speeding off.

What the hell?

Before any burning questions you had could be answered, you noticed Steve’s, once missing, figure speeding in her direction as she continued on her light jog. With a shit-eating grin, he speeds right past you.

“On your left!”

“Bastard!” Y/n yelled loud enough for not only steve, but the rest of the neighborhood to hear—if they were even awake, that is.

Steve makes you wake up at the asscrack of dawn saying it’s “the best time seeing as you’re your freshest in the morning -mind, body and soul- and well-rested. It will help you be ready to take on any and every task. And as a bonus, if you run on an empty stomach, you could burn more fat!” that one earned a fake gasp from you and a playful punch to the shoulder for Steve. He’d chuckle, just the reaction he was looking for.

You’d realized your thoughts had blinded you from the reality that is Steve Rogers being an absolute asshat. Almost like lightning, he’s sprinting past you again, this time laughing his head off to your reaction, almost slowing down from laughing so hard.

You bite your lip to hold back a chuckle. “That arrogant asshole,” you thought, “I’ll show him.”

After about the sixth time he’s lapped you, watching him with an amused expression, you decided you’ve had enough.

“Alright, asshole,” you said, pausing in your movement, exaggerating the second part, “you wanna play, let’s play!”

That got his attention. With the same shit-eating grin as earlier, he’s walking towards you.

“Had enough, sweetcheeks?” He says teasingly, pinching your cheeks as if you were some child.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, you cocky bastard. I want a fair game, not this bullshit. Meet me in the training room in five.” With that she was off, slowing down at the sound of Steve’s voice.

“Wait, y/n! You didn’t tell me, five what? Minutes? Hours? You sure you can even get there that fast?” You can practically here the grin on his face, as if he’d just told the world’s funniest joke.

Idiot.

“Prepare to have your ass kicked, old man!”

**

“Say, y/n, are you sure you don’t wanna back out now? I don’t want to hurt you.” Steve says, pretending to be serious, -you can tell by the way his eyes shine and crinkle at the corners, he’s not- as he rubs his hands together in faux preparation.

“Shut up and fight me already!” You reply as you bounce irritably in your spot, cracking your knuckles.

And with that you’re basically tackling him to the floor. He loses all balance and falls underneath you and between your legs. It’s only a matter of seconds before he’s got one leg straddling your entire front and the other holding himself up. He’s got that signature smug look on his face as if he’s just defeated the world’s toughest villain. Steve’s not as smart as he likes to think he is though. Not with you in his corner.

He’s too lost in your eyes to realize his foot has slipped and he’s laying on his back yet again. You raise an eyebrow, huffing in amusement at his idiocy. You’re straddling his waist for a good minute before he’s got you pinned yet again. After a few rounds of rolling around, seeing who would win for dominance you eventually stand and offer a hand to the sweaty man beneath your feet. He hesitates for a minute before taking it only to earn an unexpected punch to the face and kick to the groin. He groans and lets out a humorless laugh before grabbing your wrist in hopes to knock you off your feet only supporting you to throw yourself back in a flip and landing on his shoulders, straddling the sides of his face with your thighs -and neck with the quads- in a chokehold with your thighs.

“I see nat’s taught–“ he coughs, gripping and tapping your thighs almost in a way of showing he’s surrendered “—taught you her little trick, huh?” Before you can smirk in confidence, you’re being knocked off your feet, landing harshly on the mat.

You can see his figure on top of you as you groan in pain, oh how you wished you could smack that smirk off his face.

Instead, you did yourself one better. While he was too busy attempting to keep his breathing at bay as he laughed his head off at your aggrieved state, you managed to crawl underneath him and take the risqué move of yanking down his pants. You couldn’t control the squeal that left your lips when his true form was revealed to you.

“Y/n!” His voice was high pitched as he attempted to cover up with his massive -clearly not massive enough compared to his...hands.

“ARE THOSE CAPTAIN AMERICA UNDIES I—“ you burst out laughing before you could even finish your sentence.

Steve was quick to get defensive, “LOOK, I HAD NOTHING ELSE TO WEAR, ALRIGHT? CUT A MAN SOME SLACK,”

“THAT DOESNT EXPLAIN WHY YOU OWN A PAIR OF BOXER BRIEFS WITH YOUR FACE PLASTERED ALL OVER THEM.”

“I GOT THEM FROM TONY FOR CHRISTMAS AS A JOKE AND I HAD NO OTHER CLEAN PAIR SO WHAT’D YOU EXPECT?”

You were trying so hard to control your fits but every word he spoke had you in tears.

“Fine,” you lift your hands in surrender, biting back a laugh, “I’m never letting you live this down though.”

“Oh yeah?” He challenges back before throwing himself at you.

He was slick, you give him that, but you were slicker. You were too quick in your actions as you slipped underneath and stuck out your left leg in an attempt to trip him. How easily trick-able he was when he was in a playful mood was beyond you.

You didn’t know whether it was the way his arms flailed in the air before falling backwards or the look on his face and the little shriek that left his lips before falling but whichever it was had you clutching your chest as if your lungs would quit on you any second from laughing so hard.

“You little shit,” he groans as you gasp out a snarky “you kiss your mother with that mouth, cap?” causing you to chuckle, “fine, you win! That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

You smiled victoriously, “yes, actually, that’s all I could ever want, thank you!”

Feeling bad after maybe five minutes of watching the man lay with eyes closed, struggling to catch his breath you let your generosity get the best of you.

You kicked his shin lightly to get his attention. He opened one eye and closed it immediately, blushing, almost too embarrassed to open them.

“Oh come on, don’t be such a sore loser now. Here,” you wave your hand in front of him. He’s hesitant but takes it anyway.

Now what you weren’t expecting was for him to throw you to the ground along with him but of course because this is steve, that is exactly what he went for.

You were impressed by his strategy and you, instead of getting angry, couldn’t help but let out the ugliest laugh you’ve ever laughed in your life. This caused Steve to erupt in a fit of laughter as well.

The giggling went on for hours, random things triggering even more laughter which in turn made it so neither one of you would calm as you clutched your stomachs in laughter, all while still being tangled together.

After a good couple of minutes of laying atop of Steve, with your head resting in the nape of his neck in a fit of giggles, all had calmed. Both of you just lay there, engulfed in one another as you move your face to meet his and let out an airy laugh as you smugly reply,

“Can’t believe I really got to witness America’s ass this up close and personal.”

He let out a long sigh, letting his head hang loose before mumbling, “That’s not going away anytime soon.”

[xofemeraldstars]

"Evan."

Tommy stares at him, mouth slightly open and Buck flashes back to that morning in the cafe when he thought he fumbled his chance at something great. But Tommy took another chance with him, as insane as inviting him to his sister's wedding was. Buck shakes his head, trying to dispel the memory and smiles at Tommy.

"I'm serious," he replied, grinning broadly. "Come with me to our wedding," he couldn't help it, the memory fresh on his mind.

Tommy caught on pretty fast, his eyebrows shot up and he started laughing. "Does that mean it's my turn to meet your sister?"

Buck's smile only grew as Tommy played along. "You already know a lot of the people who will be there and I need someone to dance with," he reached out and took Tommy's hand, whose eyes softened just as it did back at the cafe.

"I guess this time there won't be any free food," he replied and pulled Buck's hand up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of it. "Hold that thought tho," Tommy added, index finger pointing at Buck before he got up and disappeared into the garage.

"Babe?" Buck called out and somehow he wasn't nervous or anxious that Tommy left the dining table just after he accidentally proposed.

"Yeah, so my reaction earlier was not disbelief that you're asking," Tommy called out from around the corner and, well, that intrigued Buck as he cranes his neck to get a glimpse of his boyfriend.

Tommy walked back in through the door, one hand held at his back and Buck looked at it then back up at Tommy's smiling face, his mouth slowly opening as he put the pieces together.

They both started chuckling as Tommy sat back down and Buck, because he couldn't help himself, held up a finger and got up, walking towards a kitchen drawer, pulling it almost completely out and taking out a small velvet box.

As Buck sat back at the table across from Tommy, he bites his lip while slowly pushing the box forward, just as Tommy did the same with his own velvet box. "On the count of three?" Buck asked.

"Yes," Tommy breathed out and Buck stopped.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

[fandomzwriterk]

Can you do a hc of Smoke/Tomas Vrbada meets female s/o who is a Kitsune? She can shapeshift into both her fox form and human forms, possess mystic fire, and likes to be mischievous.

A/N: abso-freaking-lutely I will! (This is coming from a Kiriko main who also uses Mercy) I friggin love Kiriko! I also apologize if this is long AF but I got carried away on this one🤣

-> You two met because of Hanzo

-> You had turned into a small fox, your 5 tails bouncing behind you as you crawled under the wall

-> So, you slowly and carefully made your way around the Shirai Ryu

-> It’s around this time that Hanzo is starting training under both Tomas and Kuai

-> So you stay in the shadows while you keep your eyes on all three men

-> Hanzo sees you, and you know it’s too late

-> You run, Hanzo chasing after you with the other two chasing after him

-> Hanzo calls to you as he corners you within a training room

-> You use your magic to make a flamethrower of fire come from your mouth

-> You basically burn everything

-> As you go to run, it’s Tomas that catches you

-> As Tomas holds you in a tight grip with you under his armpit, your back legs flailing in the air

-> Kuai Liang calls out your five tails

-> Immediately Tomas put you down

-> He knows what Kitsune’s are, having heard stories from Kuai and Bi Han before

-> Hanzo offers you a small piece of fish, as a payback for not realizing what he had done

-> You honestly didn’t mind, as long as you were free to roam

-> You left after that

-> You kept coming back over the next couple of months, your presence became the new normal

-> Hanzo treated you like a pet while the brothers treated you like you were a god

-> You didn’t hate it… you just wanted a friend

-> So, as you were walking through the door into Tomas’ room, you spied his clothes on the top of his bed

-> You jumped up and snuggled underneath them just right

-> And poof! You were human

-> Your fur had become soft and fluffy hair on your head, your eyes still the same and that mischievous look in your eyes

-> Oops, Hanzo found you in the room and he was confused

-> He attacked wondering where the “fox” went

-> And boyyyy did the brothers come running while you tried to run out the door

-> As you came around the corner, you and Tomas collided and fell to the floor

-> He almost attacked you, but hesitated when he saw you on the ground dazed and defenseless

-> He quickly knew it was you

-> Hanzo was confused and Kuai (for once in his life) was shaking

-> Hanzo then asked you to light something on fire

-> You aimed at a small tree outside and fired, a giant blast coming from your hand and turning the tree to ash

-> It was then Tomas noticed his clothes on you

-> You apologized and asked if he needed them back, but he said to just keep them

-> Kuai, Tomas, and Hanzo take you to dinner and Madame Bo’s with Harumi and Liu Kang

-> This became a regular thing every day, and sometimes Tomas and you would go together or with Hanzo or Kuai

-> He thought you were fun to be around, not just because of you being a kitsune, but because you and him had fun screwing around instead of training

-> Unfortunately, this did not amuse Kuai Liang, who was often the subject of your “pranks” with Tomas

-> You would still switch but one time, while you were in fox form, Tomas walked into his room and completely missed you sitting on the bed

-> Granted, it was dark, but as soon as you lit a candle with your fire breath, Tomas jumped when he saw your fluffy form

-> You might’ve given him a heart attack

-> Most of the time you stayed with him

-> Hanzo was nice to watch over while he slept since he had nightmares and you would make sure he slept comfortably and safe during the night

-> But Tomas was sweeter than Hanzo, Tomas would make sure you were in the softest spot on the bed even if it meant he had to move

-> No joke, you had started living there for about a year before Tomas asked you to turn human before bed

-> He said you brought him safety, just your presence was enough to calm him

-> You asked if that was because of your powers and he said no, that it was just you being with him that made him comfortable

-> So you turned human before bed (in some of his clothes), and that night you and Tomas woke up with him squeezing you like his life depended on it

-> He said he thought you were cute while he was half asleep

A/N: hope you enjoyed!!!!! I love kitsune things and I love learning about everyone’s different mythic taste! I went overboard on this one I think

[coffee-addict-writer]

Should I take a pill to numb the pain? (medicate it away)

pairing: moxiety genre: angst written for: me Warnings: TW drugs TW misuse of drugs  Colors lost meaning a long time ago.  Sunsets and flowers and eyes all faded into similar shades of dull.  They used to love the color blue. They used to love stars. They used to love the smell of coffee and the way he touched them.  Patton used to love.

People were moving around them in blurs, they weren't sure when they stopped noticing.  Everything felt fuzzy and heavy and unreal. They opened themselves up and let his smile cut through their heart. Patton thought they were so lucky to see his smile. Thought they were so lucky to watch his eyes light up. Thought they were so lucky to hear him say their name like it was the most precious thing in the world.  Now all Patton wanted to do was bury the memories. They didn't want them anymore but they were everywhere.  He was everywhere Patton sat on a park bench their knees tucked up under their chin. Birds sang somewhere they were sure of it. But now they couldn’t hear it. their hands shook around the bottle in their pocket.  He had loved the science behind medication, changing brain chemistry so much for such a small pill. He wanted to be a scientist, he wanted to come up for cures for everything. Patton tried not to think about that when they shakily unscrewed the lid and swallowed the pill dry and waited for the numb to settle over them. This was their cure. They didn’t move until the sun went down and the park was covered in shadows. Until their chest felt lighter and the hurt disappeared.  “Patton?” the voice made them jump having been too lost in their head to notice someone approaching them. they looked at the person confused. somewhere in the back of their mind, they recognized this person but the haze that filled their brain was hard to push past enough to connect a name to the face.  “it’s uh, Virgil... from uh, we used to be in the same art class.” Virgil. that was right, this boys name was Virgil.  “Oh, uh hiya kiddo!” they tried to sound somewhere close to normal. instead, they sounded hollow. They vaguely remembered Virgil. The sad boy in Art that painted in only purples. purple Patton remembered purple a cool color that still felt warm. warm. Patton hadn’t felt warm in a long time. “whatareya doin out here?” Patton asked frowning when their words slurred together. “uh, I was uhm, on my way home, but saw you.. and wanted to uh, wanted to check..check on you, p.. patton.. I mean not that you, need me to check... I mean.. what Logan did to you is fucked up” even through the numb Patton had managed to surround themselves with, that name hurt. they think they gasped a little, sucking in oxygen sharply and looking away, trying to fight the tears that burned their eyes, If Virgil noticed he ignored it and kept going, “and... and it really, it really sucks. and its none of my business either.. but Patton what you’re doing to your self isn't. it's not the answer. i... I get it... I really really get it... but it's only going to make it worse in the long run...” Patton looked up again. and Virgil wasn’t looking at them but Patton was looking at him.  Really looking at him. It was almost like Virgil glowed. which could absolutely be the chemicals in their system. but it was Purple. it was color. and Patton could see it.  When Virgil finally did look back at them his eyes were wide. and deep. and endless. but not like his. not like logans. not deep like the sky. Deep like the ocean. Deep and warm and they were like a lifeboat. like Virgil was trying to save them. “Patton... i... I'm sorry I didn’t want to upset you, i... I should... I should go...” Patton hadn’t realized they’d started crying. but as soon as Virgil tore his gaze away and turned to walk away, ice pierced through Patton's mind.  “n.. no.,” they whispered reaching forward to grab onto Virgil's hand with both of there’s and it was so so so warm. “s.. stay...” they pleaded. And Virgil did. Patton can’t say how long they sat there. on the park bench. it must have been all night. but Virgil stayed. Patton felt warm for the first time in months. Patton felt for the first time in months.  Virgil stayed. they talked. Patton poured their heart out. they sobbed and screamed and when they woke up the next morning they ached so bad, but their head was clear.  They stared at their reflection pill bottle in hand, ready to start the day like they’d started every day for months. but they didn't want to feel numb anymore. they pulled the purple hoodie tighter around their shoulders, the hoodie they knew had belonged to Virgil, who must have let them borrow it, and they uncapped the bottle and poured the remaining pills down the drain.  Patton had loved, with everything they had, and it left them broken.  Logan left them broken, Virgil stayed. But broken didn’t mean ruined. Didn’t mean they couldn't be put back together. They pulled out their phone and dialed Virgil's number.  Tag List: (send me an ask if you’d like to be added to my permanent taglist)  -K

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