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                      KIWI. hello everyone! this might come as a shock to some of you, but I have decided to take an indefinite hiatus. truth be told, i just don’t really have the energy or the time right now, and i feel like the replies I am putting out aren’t as good as they could be / have been in the past – i’m constantly rewriting and editing and feeling unsatisfied with my work, and I think i need to take some time to step back and appreciate it before I lose my drive to write / create altogether. so to everyone who has written with me thus far; thank you! if you would like to stay in contact with me during this time, feel free to IM me for my Discord and i’ll catch y’all on the flip side.

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               there is hardly enough time in the day; the distant echo of a life between battles is hardly even heard at times (no matter how hard she tries to keep things light hearted and warm, fate blows cold against them) -- and so, times where they can sit basked in sunlight upon the rolling hills, grass between their toes, bring a smile to her face. ‘ kanda, ‘ the exorcist begins, and she speaks in a somewhat excited manner, ‘ if you could live anywhere -- anywhere in the whole world, where would it be? ‘ ( @lotuspained / ♥’d! )

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                  KIWI. also all my pages are WIP for the time being..

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                     KIWI. hey nya’ll -- i’m doing a soft reset on this blog! basically what that means is i’ve cleaned all of my old memes out of my askbox and i’m dropping all previous threads to get a fresh start! you can consider this a starter call, i’ll be capping @ 4 for now!

[datacowmuses]

Send “Pain is weakness leaving the body” and I will randomly generate how your muse will find mine

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datacowmuses:

[Random Number Generator can be found here]

with a broken arm

with a broken leg

dehydrated

with a concussion

with a stab wound

hungover

after a bar fight

with the flu

with (a) broken rib(s)

with sore muscles

after falling down the stairs

with a twisted ankle

blinded temporarily

with ringing ears

with a burn

after running into a door

out in the cold without warm clothes

covered in blood

overly exhausted

after a nightmare

after losing part/all of their memory

with a black eye

rper’s choice!

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amourade said:

absolutely foolish, but partaking is mandatory

it’s extremely foolhardy, but if he gets too riled up lena can just kick him into the stratosphere so...

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                       welcome to the kanda teasarama 2k18 -- survival requirements: immortality? a really emo friendship and / or the ability to run really fast.

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lotusunder:

          you  stay  out  of  it.

                 :o !!

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                  KIWI. starter call? 

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lotusunder:

          THIS  TOPIC  HE  did  not  enjoy.  reminded  each  and  every  time  that  the  order  saw  him  as  nothing  more  than  a  weapon.  he  had  only  himself  to  blame  for  such  an  image,  and  his  only  way  to  diffuse  it  was  to  become  a  shield.  while  his  heart  would  not  change,  her  words  were  some  of  the  few  that  he  held  close  to  it.  his  eyes  fell  to  her  hand,  bruised  and  dirtied  as  the  life  of  an  exorcist.  ❛  YEAH,  SURE.  you  don’t  have  to  worry  about  that.  for  someone  like  me,  that  pain  doesn’t  hurt  anymore.  ❜

                       ‘ but i do worry, i worry about you kanda. ‘ whether or not he would like to hear as much didn’t make the statement any less true. how many more times could he throw himself atop the order’s glittering blade of righteousness until he succumbed to his own injuries? ‘ even if it doesn’t hurt -- i don’t like it. ‘ she straightens what is left of his collar, sweeping stray hair from his shoulder to offer a lithe arm in assistance, ‘ but i know you’re just going to keep doing it so --at least let me help. ‘

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                  he speaks of self-sacrifice and she hates every word of it -- every syllable, every letter as it leaves his mouth; his teeth slick with the confidence he always held himself to. it’ll work, he says, and she knows he is right -- but god, she can hear the bell toll, she can see herself beside his casket (it always ends up this way, she can’t save anyone). ‘ promise me, ‘ the exorcist says, glass - eyed, and she takes his hand despite the shaking, ‘ promise me you’ll come back, kanda. ‘ ( @lotusunder / cont. from here. )

[an-exotic-writer]

five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

“really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

“zero fucks given. next please.”

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lotusunder:

          NOT  FOR  THE  first  time  was  he  faced  with  such  a  confrontation.  told  that  he  was  too  reckless,  didn’t  trust  anyone,  looked  down  on  their  ability  to  fight,  no  longer  was  he  phased  by  it.  he  stood  by  his  reasoning  absolutely,  but  she  held  his  respect  that  most  others  didn’t.  ❛  YOU  OF  all  people  should  understand  that  you  do  what  you  have  to  on  the  battlefield.  i  do  what  i  do  because  i’m  the  only  one  who  can.  ❜

                      arms cross and lips press into a fine line -- she knows, she knows, she doesn’t want to. ‘ people care about you, kanda, ‘ spoken with the utmost sincerity despite her souring mood. ‘ i know that i can’t convince you otherwise, but -- it’s okay to rely on others once in a while. ‘ fingers settle at his coat, brushing dust from tattered thread as a pout takes her features, ‘ i don’t like seeing you hurt so often. ‘

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                        ‘ is allen -- ‘ lips crease, innocence a blazing inferno within her very body. she wouldn’t forgive, wouldn’t forget the way this girl had turned her into a puppet on a string. ‘ is allen safe? will you at least tell me that much? ‘ ( @dreamair / ♥’d! )

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                       ‘ i had -- never really thought about it before. ‘ the dark boots bore heavy on her soul in more ways than one -- but with their new, lighter form she was finally about to consider wearing shoes she liked. ‘ something comfortable maybe? ‘ ( @griefchord / ♥’d! )

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                       ‘ how do you take your coffee, marceline? ‘ she presents a designated coffee cup for the exorcist, her name scrawled across the surface in delicate pink hand-writing. ‘ i assume with less coffee and more sugar. ‘ ( @amourade / ♥’d! )

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                      ‘ i -- am not upset. ‘ despite clearly pronounced anger, brows bent and fingers curled. she should know better by now than to make a big deal of kanda throwing himself in the face of danger, but he could at least let her fight beside him. ‘ but you’re not the only exorcist, you know? you don’t have to take -- every hit. ‘ ( @lotusunder / ♥’d! )