#kiwis submissions

[kiankiwi]

Pretty Man

(Author's note: An idea from a dream I had that I couldn't get out of my head. I hope you like it!)

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It was about 5 in the evening.

You watched in confusion as your Mommy ran around getting things ready and packing your special bag, wondering what was going on. 

You were only a little over a year old, and didn’t understand why grownups always seemed to be in a hurry, or needed everything to “look nice”; Mommy had given you an early bath and even dressed you up in one of your favorite dresses.

From what you gathered, Mommy was supposed to go to someplace called the “International” with Auntie Elaine (your godmother and her closest friend) to see somebody called “Elvis Presley” tonight, but your babysitter had canceled at the last minute saying they were sick. Not wanting to miss the show, Mommy had decided to bring you and try her best to keep you occupied; she figured the seats were close to the back anyway, so if you needed to be fed or changed, she could step out and take care of you. She just hoped you wouldn’t cause too much of a ruckus; you’d learned to walk a month ago, and you loved running around and getting into everything.

You didn’t entirely understand why Mommy liked this “Elvis” person so much, but Mommy played his music in the car all the time, and you’d seen him on TV a few times when Mommy pointed him out to you. He sung good, and he had a pretty smile, and he was always dressed in such pretty outfits that sparkled, so (in your little mind) he had to be trustworthy. You always called him the “pwetty man” (meaning pretty man; you couldn’t talk much yet and words often came out jumbled) much to Mommy’s amusement.

You sat by the door, playing with your favorite stuffed bunny as you listened to Mommy and Auntie Elaine talk, only really listening to snippets of the conversation.

“Are you sure you want to bring her? You know how energetic she gets; I mean, I don’t mind staying home if you still want to go since this was your idea.”

“Lanie, are you kidding? We waited months to get these tickets; I’m not making you waste yours to stay home and look after Y/N. She’ll be fine; I’ve got a bunch of things to keep her busy. We just need to keep a close eye on her and make sure she doesn’t run off anywhere, and we should be fine.”

“Well…all right, I trust you. Let’s go; we don’t want to hit traffic.”

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Surprisingly, you’d gotten through the first half of the show okay; once Elvis came out, you were utterly focused on him, and you’d even giggled and clapped when he sang some of the songs you recognized like “Teddy Bear” and “Devil in Disguise”. 

It was only when he got to “Love Me Tender” that there started to be a problem. You saw him go out and kiss several women in the audience, and, being a baby, you loved getting kisses from everyone. So you tried to run down to the front to get a kiss, only for Mommy to scoop you up before you even got a few steps, telling you not to run off. You whined and protested in your own way, causing a few stares, causing Mommy to take you out for a few minutes and warn that you’d go home if you didn’t start behaving. By the time she took you back in, the song was over, which left you seriously miffed. You wanted that kiss so badly!

After a few minutes, Elvis started chatting with the audience, and Mommy asked Elaine if she’d watch you for a bit while she went to the bathroom. Elaine agreed, giving you a sheet of paper and some crayons to keep you occupied. 

You stayed busy scribbling for a bit, but then noticed something; Auntie Elaine had turned her back to you to start talking to someone else. Perfect; no one was watching you. Now was your chance to get to the “pretty man” and get the precious kiss you’d missed out on.

Slipping down from the chair, you rushed through the audience, treating them like an obstacle course and bumping into several people’s legs as you moved through the crowd as fast as your little legs could carry you.

Once you made your way to the stage, a large man tried to stop you by standing in front of you with his arms out, saying “Hey, little lady, you don’t belong in here! Go find your mommy.” But you just giggled and ran right between his legs, climbing the steps that led to the stage.

Some of the ladies in the audience started laughing and pointing at you as you ran towards Elvis on the stage; he didn’t notice at first since he was in the middle of telling a funny story to the audience and figured they were just laughing at his jokes.

It was only when you grabbed and hugged his leg that he realized someone else was there with him. At first, he instinctually moved to shake you off, but when he looked down and realized a baby girl was hugging his leg, his demeanor immediately softened. It was just a kid; she wasn’t gonna hurt him.

“So…aw, hello there!” He laughed as you hugged his leg. “Where did you come from, honey? You’re not really supposed to be up here, you know.” He laughed as he lifted you into his arms, balancing you on his hip. “What you want, baby?”

You tried your best to look as miffed as possible, crossing your little arms and sticking your bottom lip out before going “Pwetty man! Kith! ‘Oo mithed me!” (Meaning “Pretty man! Kiss! You missed me!”)

Elvis looked surprised. “Huh? Wait, I missed you? Oh, now how on earth did I miss a pretty little lady like you when I was givin’ out my famous kisses? I’m sorry, honey, I slipped up; I think my eyes must be goin’ if I missed you. You’re so cute; I’ll bet you deserve some extra lovin’ anyway.” 

With that, he gave a tiny, innocent kiss to your lips, before proceeding to smother your face in kisses as you squealed and giggled, making the audience go “aww” as they watched.

Speaking of which, your mother had come back and realized you’d run off, and had been frantically calling your name (worried that you’d been kidnapped at first) before turning bright red in embarrassment when she saw you running on the stage over to Elvis. As he asked you where your mama was, she quickly made her way down to the front through the giggling audience and tried her best to explain to the bodyguards that the baby Elvis was currently holding was her daughter.

You giggled and called out “Mama!” As you played with and picked at the sparkly gems on Elvis’s jumpsuit, still clinging onto him. Immediately, Elvis beckoned your mother over to the side of the stage, asking if you belonged to her, and what your name was. Your mother told him, before apologizing profusely; Elvis just laughed and shook his head.

“You don’t gotta worry, ma’am; I got a daughter myself, and anybody who’s got kids knows they can take off in the blink of an eye. Your little one’s adorable; I promise, she didn’t bother me none.” 

With that, he gave your mother a kiss and then a blue scarf, saying she should save it for when you get older, before moving to hand you back to her, saying “Here, honey; let’s get you back to your mama, I gotta finish the show.”

You whined and tried to cling onto him at first, causing Elvis to laugh as he gently pried your little fingers loose from his jumpsuit, with all the care of an experienced father. As your mother started to carry you back to your seat, you loudly called out “Bye-bye, nice man!” Causing the audience and Elvis to laugh as he gently called “goodbye” to you and blew you a little kiss. 

Your mother was still bright red as she got back to her seat; Elaine was just laughing, saying it was a sweet moment and she took plenty of pictures for Mommy to embarrass you with when you got older.

Your mother laughed, saying “You’re never gonna let her forget this, are you?”

Elaine just smiled, saying “Never.” Before she cuddled you in her lap as Elvis started to sing “Cotton Candy Land” for you.

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Thank you for writing this @arianatheangel-girl you know I absolutely love anything you write ❤️

[neoriots]

neogie has been put in post limit jail everyone say o7

[lowpolyanimals]

Kiwi from Mabinogi

[squealing-santa]

Greetings @feathery-fall , Fullmoon!anon here as your @squealing-santa gifter! Rollcake cookie tickling his friend Kiwi after a race, maybe Kiwi won and Rollcake wanted revenge? who knows! I really hope you enjoy it~ 

[your-blorbos-are-queer]

kiwi/the bard from wandersong is non-binary (canon)

submitted by @goldeythehamster

[official-german-puns]

????? Ich weiß nicht wie die herausgefunden haben das ich deutsch bin aber irgendwie ist das das deutscheste Ding was ich jemals gesehen hab

Irgendjemand hat dafür bezahlt das dieses Ding auf meinem dash erscheint

[ocshowandtell]

um um um !!! shyly presents my silly little guys,,,,

( sorry all the art i have of them is SUPER old ;o; )

but here are my goofy little guys !!

mao is a catboy ex-deity of luck who is trying to grant the wish of xander, a young and hopeful yet adorably naive inventor who doesnt really know what his wish is quite yet,,, ?? but theyre both working on figuring it out together !!

mao originally only stuck around helping xander in hopes of granting his wish to gain back his deity status, but after realizing the High Council ( the guys up top in charge of the deities ) had no intentions of bringing him back as a deity even if he could grant his wish, he found himself searching for some sort of purpose in his newly-mortal form. and so, he joins xander as they both go on journeys of self-discovery in hopes of finding their place in the world, and of course having their fair share of shenanigans along the way !

theyre very unfinished rn and their lore has been a work in progress for like four years now so sorry if some things here dont make sense TTOTT ;;;;;;;;;

Thank you for sharing!!!! I love them!

[magicalgirloftheday]

✧・ﾟ:*Today’s magical girl of the morning is: Kiwi from Tea Tea Cherry!✧・ﾟ:*

[the-diamond-command]

Hi! This is kiwi topaz for greens court

@rainbowmoonstonesblog thank you so much! Green Diamond loves a nice guard type such as Topazes!

[ryunumber]

Courtesy of @hymnsoffuel: Excluding Minecraft, the Bard from Wandersong a.k.a. Kiwi has a Ryu Number of 3.

[kiankiwi]

Mad

“No, baby, we can’t go to the park. It’s still raining; it’s not safe to go right now.”

You looked at your caregiver, Dr. John Carpenter, in disbelief. You always went outside around this time; who cared about some stupid rain? The most you’d do is get a little soaked, right?

“Park.” You said again, this time a little more insistently, trying to get your Daddy to see what you wanted. 

John just shook his head and spoke more firmly. “Baby, I said no. We’re not going out today. We’ll just have to wait until tomorrow when the sun’s out again.”

Tomorrow?! But that was ages away! Why was Daddy being so unreasonable? You didn’t understand.

You started to feel angry and began to whine. Unbeknownst to you, this was actually something John wanted to happen.

Normally, when your big emotions started to well up in you, you tried to force them away since your “mother” (your first caregiver) would hit you for having tantrums or for making too much noise, and you’d eventually realized it wasn’t safe nor worth it to let out your anger as you’d only get hurt in the end. As a result, you were an extremely timid little in babyspace, and you tended to just go along with whatever John offered after he took you home from the foster center, since you didn’t want to make him mad or upset, even if it wasn’t what you wanted.

Most caregivers wouldn’t normally encourage tantrums. But to John, the fact that you were getting angry in front of him signified a big turning point; it meant you felt safe to let out your big emotions in front of him and know you wouldn’t be hurt for expressing them. 

“Daddy knows you’re angry, baby. You’re mad we can’t go to the park right? Yeah? It’s okay, baby, just let it out. Get as mad as you can.”

With that, your big emotions finally took over, and you started to scream and roll around on the ground just like a small child would, banging your fists and feet on the carpet in an attempt to get Daddy to change his mind. 

Quickly, Daddy moved to grab your upper body, saying “Michelle, grab her legs; I don’t want her hurting herself.”

With that, your Auntie Michelle (who’d been your temporary caregiver at the foster center), grabbed onto your legs to make sure you wouldn’t accidentally kick her, Daddy, or something hard around you.

As you screamed and struggled in their hold, the two kept encouraging you to let out your anger, telling you to get as mad as you could as they kept a good grip on you to make sure you didn’t accidentally hurt yourself.

Finally, after screaming and crying for about twenty minutes, you moved so your head was against Daddy’s chest and shouted “MAD!” at him. 

Both your caregivers were shocked; this was the first time this had happened, and unknown to you, Daddy was so proud you’d had your first real temper tantrum.

He looked at you with a gentle gaze, talking to you. “Yeah, baby? You’re mad? Guess what, honey; that’s okay! That’s a good thing to feel when something doesn’t go how you wanted it. Good girl! Get mad baby, get real good and mad!”

You looked away from Daddy and continued to scream and struggle a little while longer, thinking “How is this good? I’m not getting what I want!”

Though finally, after about ten more minutes, your anger had cooled and you were exhausted. Your face was read and streaked with tears and snot, you were sweating, you needed a diaper change, and your throat felt raw from all of the screaming you’d done. 

Now, though, you mostly just felt scared; you’d never thrown a fit like that in front of Daddy, and you were worried about what he might do next. Would he shout at you? Hit you? Send you back to the foster center? Maybe he’d decided you weren’t lovable after all?

But he didn’t do any of those things. Instead, he cradled you close, kissing your cheeks as he rocked you a little, before he spoke.

“Honey, I can tell you’re scared right now. But I promise; no matter how mad or sad you get, and no matter what you do, Daddy will always love you. Daddy is never ever gonna send you back to the center, because Daddy loves you so so much, baby. And Daddy still thinks you’re the best little one in the world, even when you have tantrums.”

Michelle stroked your ankle soothingly as you started getting your breath, murmuring to you “Oh, honey, we love you.”

Daddy stroked your hair, murmuring “Love you. Love you. Love you.” Over and over again as you looked into his soft brown eyes, before you finally squeaked out “wuv you!” as you curled into his hold and buried your face in his chest.

Daddy just held you close, saying “Yes, that’s a good girl. My big baby. Now I think my little angel needs a bath after all that excitement, huh?”

You nodded as he scooped you up and started heading towards the bathroom; you knew a warm bath was just what you needed right now.

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@arianatheangel-girl is such a talented writer and her submissions always amaze me 

[loud-whistling-yes]

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