#kwis :)

[lachendelama]

'K wis 't, de leukste mobiele spelshow was bij 'Garderen gaat door!' op de veluwe. Er werd gedanst, gezongen, gehoelahoept, kauwombellen geblazen en er waren nog veel meer optredens van andere artiesten. Het was fantastisch.

#mobielespelshow #garderen #garderenslaagdoor #veluwe #straattheater #kwis

[sentienttoastah]

Can you please draw all the sinners in a snuggly kiwi pile if possible. I love the kiwi sinners so cute

Tiny bit late but thank youuuu this idea is so adorable

Them!!

I’ve just accepted that Outis is for whatever reason a dog in this “kind of” AU. Someone has to carry the kiwi wagon bus after all.

I fit Charon and Verg in there too :] Dante’s the one taking this picture, probably.

[nero-neptune]

NORTHERN EXPOSURE 3.10 “Seoul Mates”

“Christmas reveals itself to us each in a personal way, be it secular or sacred. Whatever Christmas is, and it’s many things to many people, we all own a piece of it. It’s like– well, it’s kind of like Santa’s bag. Inside, there’s a gift for everybody.”

[itsfuckingrollcake]

hop on cookie run for kakao

THEYRE METAAA FIRST 2 BREAK 200M IN CURRENT SZN !!!! (fs is the relay now but who cares kiwirolling 5ever

[illuteridae]

knocks on your door loudly

oohoooh……. let me think…… hmmmTRICK.!.!!!!!!!!!!

[kat-xox]

and if my next fic is a marauders bee movie au then what

@kwiwrites

[northernexposuregifs]

What do you want? How much do you want from me? Money. Dinero.

[toxxtt-kotlc]

tam if shannon messenger was based

[lachendelama]

Voor een Internationaal event van Pay Pal kwam onze strandverkoper langs met leuke producten, je moest ze daarna wel nog even proberen te winnen in de quiz.

#beachseller #strandverkoper #bedrijfsfeest #incentive #thema #beach #strand #quiz #kwis

[arcstral]

When all is said and done, Kris doesn’t linger long; quick to duck out of sight as shadows do—with an ulterior motive this time to boot. For all that not a single physical trace of one’s experiences follows them out of the arena, whether they be scars from minor and fatal wounds alike or residue from, say, an entire bog’s worth of noxious sludge, still he feels compelled to scrub himself down until the memories no longer grate as harshly. Until it is less jarring to see the lack of visible change to his appearance between entering the illusion and leaving it. Subjected to drowning, getting skewered, and needing to be rescued by an ally on not one but two different occasions, he’s not at all proud of this particular performance.

(Is he ever, though? His sole saving grace is that no one who matters had been watching. ...He hopes.)

Some time later, it's with azure hair still damp and a change of clothes thrown on—favoring his old tunic and trousers rather than the student uniform—that he approaches the staircase to the second floor dormitories. Ascending the steps and slipping down the hall towards a certain door while all is still relatively quiet in the day's aftermath, knuckles raised as if to knock but pausing before they can commit proper.

...The worst that can happen is no one being on the other side. One, two, three raps against the wood in quick succession; a beat passing before he calls out next. “It's me, sire. Can I... come in?”

As a commander the need for patience is undisputed; an overeager or self-serving tactic cannot hope to outwit the enemy, to turn the tide of battle, or even to weather the storm of reconstruction that follows in the footsteps of every difficult war. In Marth, fifth king of Altea and first king of the Archanea Alliance, so then must the quality of patience be ingrained and stamped.

Even if he is hard pressed to remember its necessity now.

A sigh leaves him. He cannot find comfort in a silence without the unsung shadow to arrange himself in it. The return of a knight to a king is as much a return to normalcy; to stability, to security, and to all the quiet, gentle things that span between the two of them in particular. With distance judged always too long whenever they should be set apart. In that way, he waits restlessly in his chambers, pristine on the outside looking in - to those none the wiser and at a distance - yet revealing his own mind by the anxious tap of his foot against the floorboards. The quill in his hand that scrawls heavily across the page without the regular lightness of a feather.

Once more, albeit not for the second or third or fourth time, another sigh pushes from him. It is a training exercise that reserves his royal guard, he reminds himself, only and just a simulation - the matter of too-real swords and too-real tomes. Not real deaths. His brows lower on the disturbance of his own worried making. And yet even so, even in consideration of all those things. . .is a battle still not a battle?

Then there it is; a series of knocks which rouses him to his feet, a movement between rising and jumping nearly able to be called flight:

"Yes, of course–one moment!"

In his scramble to answer, to meet Kris and to return one knight to the rightful place he should be - at Marth's side - the king is markedly disheveled upon opening the door. Tousled hair, eyes bright, collar askew; all deemed dim to the radiant smile of relief and welcome he wears. "Kris. Please come in and sit wherever you like. You've returned from the arena I take it? It would please me to hear of your stories if any. As you were occupied by that training, I too was—"

The chatter stops abruptly, on his sheepish look directed toward the cluttered state of his possessions and chambers. ". . .occupied."

[sentienttoastah]

Kiwi sang posting part 3. Kiwi Company expands.

thanks again @pielove123clan for the kiwi images (kiwis in my inbox!!! yay!!)

original refs, Don Kiwixote was indeed a bonus doodle.

[northernexposureonly]

CHRIS: Attention, Cicelians. Only two shopping days left till Christmas. Hey, I see the Minnifields out for a family stroll. How nice. Merry Christmas. everybody.

NORTHERN EXPOSURE 3.10 Seoul Mates

[wingsmadeforflying]

I need a Bastille song that has French in it. That's all.

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

Twice a week after school we would walk across the street to the Kwi-kie convenience store together.

You would buy us both a soda and a candy bar because you said chocolate tasted perfect with a Coke.

We would walk back to Dad's store and take a break and eat together. At least in between our customers.

Somehow in all that, working for my Dad,

Living oyr lives.

15 years came and went.

And I grew up not realizing that you had raised me.

Tonight I let the chocolate dissolve on my tongue and thought of you.

And I smiled.

And my heart broke a little because it's only been 2 months since your funeral.

@albrechtstarkarm

[officialralsei]

So you're saying that the Dark Worlds are primarily shaped by the will of their creator...?

Yes, exactly, Kris! Um, why do you ask?

[kat-xox]

i’m keeping this notification on my phone saved forever ty kwi<333 @kwiwrites