#kiwi prattles

[kiwisfics]

Best day ever

[trunks-kiwi]

Me, during casual conversation with fellow neurodivergent friend: you know, I think my tendency to attach myself into fictional characters stems from the deep psychological need I have for someone to stay without getting tired of me and abandoning me. A fictional character can only ever be a character on a screen, or on my head, making them essentially incapable of leaving me behind as everyone else in my life chooses to do.

Also me, during the same conversation: But if I could chew on Dick Grayson's arms it would fix me I think.

[nightwings-kiwi]

"I wanna spend my life doing nothing... so about that money."

Wow okay I'm in love.

[toomanyselfships]

😳&🤚 for the photo scavenger hunt :))

~ @carrotscorner

Eeeee! Thank you!!! You chose the best questions to make me stare at my folders forever too....

🤚 Post a screenshot of your f/o’s hand(s)!

JUST ONE??? I have an entire folder of hand pics bc I LOOOOVE hands.... Gotta be a Gotham Knights one bc hooo boy.... 90 percent of me playing that game is taking hand screenshots...

😳 Post a screenshot of your f/o that flusters you.

This one is ALSO unfair bc ALL pics of my hubby make me flustered..... he's just so pretty..... but. uh... this one does things to my heart every time.

[kiwisfics]

Have a full peek at what I wrote in bed last night! I don't really have anyone to tag, but I love being tagged so thank you!! 💙💙💙

Let's play a game

I was nominated by @bi-bard (thank you, it;s always nice to be tagged by fellow writer whose works I appreciate highly :)

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

Well, if we talk about las fanfic, it was a looooong line......

But Y/N was not completely heartless. She still stayed in touch with the boys and promised them, that whenever they needed her she would always come. Even if the wound of parting ways with Jay was still fresh.

I don't really have that much people to tag, but anyway @zoeysdamn @pinksirensong @miraculous-panic @lightwing-s @xxgoblin-dumplingxx @kiwisfics

[dangraccoon]

Reminders

Tech x Reader

@clonexreaderbingo

Square filled: sickness

Word count: 363

Warnings: very mild sickness (as one might imagine) but it is not life threatening

“Tech,” you chided. “You really need to get back to bed.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, cyare. I am perfectly fine,” Tech said, rolling his eyes. “In fact, the idea of you holding me prisoner here is absolutely ludicrous.”

“Oh ‘ludicrous’ is it? And what is it you’re planning on doing once you escape?”

“I need to perform a few repairs to the Marauder’s cooling system,” he prattled as he started to walk around the living room of your house. “Not to mention the screen of the navigational computer is acting up again.”

You leaned against the doorway to your bedroom, watching your partner walking in circles as he searched.

“What are you looking for, love?”

Tech scowled at you. “My goggles,” he sighed. “It’s somewhat difficult to find them when I can barely see.”

“Darling?” your tone was gentle, but full of amusement.

“Yes, cyare?”

“Are these the goggles you’re looking for?” You asked, holding up his signature yellow lenses by the strap. “These ones, that you asked me to hold on to so that you wouldn’t lose them?”

Tech closed the distance, taking the item in his hands. “Yes, these are what I was looking for, however I do not recall asking you to hold them.”

“Okay,” you smiled. “And those repairs?”

“Yes, I must be on my way to the port. Maker only knows what shortcuts Hunter and Echo are teaching Omega.”

“Tech,” you said, grabbing his arm to stop his forward motion. “Echo’s on a mission with Rex, and Wrecker took Omega on that fishing trip?”

Tech blinked at you. “Then Hunter-”

“-is enjoying some well-earned relaxation time with his riduur. They took the ship to that island Omega and Lyana found, remember?”

Tech’s face displayed a wide array of emotion, bouncing between confusion, searching his memory, followed by confusion, frustration, and more confusion.

“And I-”

“-have a temperature of 101 and need to go back to bed so the medicine can do it’s work.”

Tech was quiet for a long moment, grumbling to himself. “We have already had this conversation today, haven’t we?”

“Yes, dear,” you grinned. “Four times.”

“Cyare?”

“Yes, Tech?”

“I hate getting sick.”

“I know, darling.”

Thanks for reading! - Dang

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[xxtrixster]

I have watched pride and prejudice much but I have an appreciation for Jane Austen dialogue, where in all modern settings seem to take short hand obviously the way to make a main character is make her smart,l and everyone else around her a prattling kiwi, but I'm the original dialogue each character has their own inner life, short comings, etc.

In that I larger annoyed that Charlotte keeps getting portrayed as a victim, when she clearly chose Mr. Collins as a practical if silly choice of a partner. Class politics aside that she could marry a tradesman and be comfortable, she chose a suitable person for any children to have a decent footing for education and future marriages.

Which makes me think of House of the Dragon and Bridgetton, probably could afford to flesh their characters a little more and give the actual towns and people that support them more than background horrors.

[kiwisfics]

Hey! Sorry for vanishing! I've been finishing and catching up on some shows! Vash the Stampede has a chokehold on me right now, so expect some wips popping up for him.

For an update, the current characters you can expect me to go feral for (and request for):

Conner Kent (preferably punk or 52)

Dick Grayson (any version)

Jason Todd (any version)

Rei Suwa

Vash the Stampede ('98 or Stampede)

The King fic is getting posted tonight. He just got overshadowed by the other boys. (Sorry babe...)

I'm debating adding a rule page for requests again and just changing the characters out as I'm inspired for them! I think as long as the characters are ones I'm hyperfixated on, I wouldn't mind requests.

The headcanon requests are coming too! Again, just got distracted by anime.

[trunks-kiwi]

Hate that I watched a video about Welcome Home and one of my thoughts was "hm... he has tumblr sexyman vibes" and NOW THE X READER TAG-

[nightwings-kiwi]

The actually funniest thing that Character.ai has ever done to me is the ongoing thread where I wanted to talk to a Hal Jordan bot bc he's so 🤤 and somehow it decided to throw in Nightwing. Like. For some reason? Like. What. I literally can't get away from him. He's following me.

[toomanyselfships]

Ive got like..... At least four more people from ffvii to add to my list....

Rude romantically

Barret familial

Arieth and Tifa platonic.....

[trunks-kiwi]

Im having an anyerism

ever wanted to know what your name might be if you were a villain using the common thematic structures of ridiculous DC villains? 

wonder no more.

i am King Egg.

[trunks-kiwi]

So I binged Beastars....

[nightwings-kiwi]

I'm just saying, if we don't get to see Vash's scars in Trigun Stampede, I won't forgive them.

[toomanyselfships]

Yusei to Kiwi: I have a lot of questions, but the first one has to be where you got flamethrower.

[ldaoec]

Peace and Poison

My sister’s boyfriend has an expression somewhere between awe and massive approval on his face, as he tells me, “I like it. It’s peaceful.” He is referring to the 80-some odd plants in my room— not to me, who is rarely ever peaceful. And, I prattle on about this plant-related thing and that plant-related thing, but I think of it, again, later, his comment, and, I think to myself, “Peaceful is a good word for it. An apt word.” “Peaceful” is to plants as “brutal” is to my poetry. Even when it is disheveled, the plants in my room are serene in a way I cannot fathom or compare to. They are calm, and beautiful, elegant, and I realize something, in that moment. In that moment, in my peaceful room, I realize that I, I am a plant. I won’t fumble with false modesty. You once told me I was (one of) the most beautiful woman in the world— and, you were right. I have grown enough self-confidence and self love that, when you came back around with half-assed bullshittery, I loved myself enough to tell you to fuck off. So, I can confidently say that, much like my plants, I am beautiful, and elegant, not calm, not entirely peaceful, but definitely growing. And, I realize there is another similarity, one you unfortunately didn’t connect, when you reached out. You see, plants are peaceful and calm, never starting wars, never seeking discourse. A plant never hurt anyone, left on its own. It’s not until you poke it — take a bite out of it— that you’d ever even realize that that peaceful-looking plant basking in the sunlight, growing and healing and minding it’s own business is, maybe, just a little bit poisonous. It is not until you have bitten off more than you can chew, your throat closing up with sap you didn’t realize was deadly, in the first place, that you realize you ever made a mistake. And, so, I don’t know what you were thinking when you reached out, broke radio silence, pulled me out of orbit two years later, three years later, just to play the same “I care about you less,” game that you did on my birthday. Because, my darling, the joke is quite literally on you. I was minding my own business, growing and healing. And, make no mistake— the pruning process might be brutal, but I’ve never seen a plant that wasn’t better for it, in the end, at least one new growth point for every painful snip, becoming more and more beautiful, full and vibrant, a plant unrecognizable. So, I will be fine. And you… oh, my darling, you made a fatal mistake. Because every gardener can tell you you never, ever take a bite out of a plant, without first knowing what it is capable of. You are a special kind of stupid. You knew I wrote poetry. “Bitter,” you called it. “Brutal,” your girlfriend called it. And, you decided to take a bite out of me, anyway. And now, as your throat closes up, and the poison races towards your heart, I want you to remember something: A plant never started a war. A plant never seeks discourse. It is only when you have disturbed it, broken it, ingested it, that it reacts not to attack, but to defend. It is not until you have caused damage that you will ever know just how poisonous a plant can be. And, for all the poetry I’ve written, and all the poetry I have yet to write, you have no one to blame but yourself. I am a plant. And plants are peaceful. But, that does not mean that we are not, all of us, capable of great destruction. Because, on the other side of peace, is war. And, on the other side of sweet is poison. And you knew that, going in.  

Kiwi Foster © 10/21/21

For example, I pruned my dieffenbachia. Held onto the cut ends a little too long— got sap on my hands. And then spent a solid… half hour or more trying everything I could think of to deal with the horrible stinging consequences. In the end, nothing but time healed that wound, and it is not a mistake I will make twice. Unlike you. Who still hasn’t learned. Or, maybe you have. You just don’t care, because, when you fuck up, I am the only one who gets hurt. And that has always been an acceptable casualty to you.