#kiwidraft

[honoosenshi-a]

@kiwidraft​.( for miss usagi tsukino ) !

" okay , usagi. you've gotta stay quiet for a few seconds. " reading the excited bunny's fortune was proving to be a more daunting task than she expected — nothing but questions , questions , questions ! 

[fatened]

♡     starter  for:  @kiwidraft​    (  prompto  ).

❝  ah,  prompto,  i’m  not  saying  that  you’re  the  worst  driver  i’ve seen,  however  —  ❞     a  hand  reaches  over,  places  itself  atop  one  of  prompto’s  before  they  can  reach  for  the  keys.     ❝  —  why  don’t  we  save  your,  ah...  expertise  for  the  backroads,  yes?  ❞ 

[rewrittn]

@kiwidraft​ gets a starter from my starter call for ocs with the highest muse ( hyacinth calix ).

                                                            ❝ You lost ? ❞ 

He doesn't even look up from the book that he has settled in his lap, shoulders hunched and blue eyes trained on the letters on the page of a book that he has read many many times before. He had sensed the other before he'd heard them step into the clearing where the tower was located, where the barrier around the area began ( a barrier that only applied to him ). Sharp blue hues finally lock onto the unfamiliar form, hands abruptly closing the book but he remains seated in the tall grass, soaking up the sun that beams down on him and he looks comfortable there.

                                   ❝ You must be to end up somewhere like this. ❞

[rewrittn]

&. 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. | @kiwidraft asked: ❛ wait, you’re leaving already? ❜ ark @ ithil :)

He really had been about to leave already ( even though he’d only just gotten here ). How the other has found this little quiet place that Ithil came to on stressful days to clear his head was annoying. Sure, it wasn’t like it was exactly a hidden place but nobody else knew of the little clearing besides himself and now Arkith. He slowly turns to face the other, bright blue hues staring him down for a long moment before a snort escapes him. ❝ Oh absolutely. I’ve got a massive headache so I don’t need to be near the embodiment of a headache too. So, bye. ❞ he turns abruptly and takes a few steps. Yet his mind was caught up on how he wanted to curl up in that hammock that he’d put here in this little place until his headache went away and he didn’t feel as feverish ( so he was going to sleep it off out in the cool air like it’s a wonderful idea ). Alas, it just wasn’t in the cards for him to be here today.

He pauses, looking over his shoulder at the other, gaze narrowing. ❝ how’d you even find this place ? Did you follow me here before or something ? ❞ wow, he really doesn’t seem to believe it could be a coincidence, huh ?

[rosahope]

❛   ▌┊𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 :   tsukino usagi  ( @kiwidraft​​​ ) .

                ❝    ...In  the  bad  times,  I  fear  myself.    ❞  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐏  𝐎𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒.  Chibiusa  couldn't  quite  shake  the  feeling  she  had  done  some  bad  things  in  the  past,  though  when  she  tried  to  recall  what  exactly  had  happened,  her  mind  drew  a  blank  —  as  though  some  part  of  it  had  been  blocked  out  of  her  memory.  It  worried  her.

shallow  —  tommee  profitt  feat.  fleurie

[thisgrief]

@kiwidraft / nagato.

⠀  ⠀  there is a stranger in your midst. there is a stranger in your body, and it is you. the face that should belong to you feels unrecognizable. piercings lining the bridge of your nose. an uncomfortable weight on your lip. you should know this body, yet you have seen the way it was used. puppeted. like watching the world from another's perspective. his chakra has changed you. it doesn't belong to you anymore, and it hasn't since you died.

time has not helped the things you saw. they are no easier to digest. not all actions differ from your own philosophies — and you know they were based in them. but there are things that haunt you. choices part of you loathes. and you don't know how to be okay with them.

every move still feels strange. the need to reconnect with your self, your body, has brought you home. to the outskirts, across the lake.

you wonder if it's still raining. the thought brings you a sense of longing. yearning. you wouldn't dare to cross the water, should you find the sky still weeping. so you wait. for the strength to cross, or seemingly for nothing. until the calm is overtaken by the sudden presence of remorse. you don't have to turn to know who it is. he, unlike yourself, is familiar. and it is only fitting he would find you here.

‘ ... nagato.    ’