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promise im not dead i’ve just been exhausted from work dskfds

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KURT!

✕ — @prydefully.

ㅤA deep exhale announces his arrival, or rather his return, from a narrow ducts above the cockpit that is granting him access to pretty much every system inside the jet. Kurt’s legs bend only slightly to absorb the swift dropping’s impact, soon enough straightening together with his back and tail, which stretches itself out luxuriously.

A complete overhaul of their current and surprisingly long-lasting black bird has been urgently needed, proven relatively early on by a trained eye. Jammern auf hohem Niveau hin oder her, it had been time anyway. And willingly did the blue teleporter invest time into the project, not alone with that decision.

“ I think we’re done here. Endlich. “

It had been a long process for her, although a lot less physical and labour intensive than it had been for Kurt. Kitty mainly focusing on the programming aspect of the updates and making sure everything was going to run smoothly. She wouldn’t want the plane to fall out of the sky, or something.  By the time Kurt came back, Kitty was pretty much done. Stretching out her arms and looking towards her friend with a bright grin. “You sure you didn’t break anything, Wagner?” Her tone was light and playful. 

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PETER!

❛          wow,      real mature.      you should be concerned if it’s     ME    sayin’ stuff like this.        ❜         Peter points out.    there’s true wonder    &    surprise mixed in his expression.     he is convinced he’s not the only one bored out of his mind.     he gets up on his feet,     taking a deep breath.          ❛          all right.     if trouble ain’t comin’ to us,     WE GO CAUSE TROUBLE.     what do you think     ?          ❜

“Now there’s an idea, Quill. A little intergalactic havoc?” She asked with an excited grin - a flicker of ADVENTURE sparkling in her eyes at the suggestion. “What sort of trouble were you thinkin’ we could stir up?”

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CHARLES!

charles heard the knock at the door, and before he had a chance to respond, kitty’s head was straight through the wood. he looked up and a surprised noise left him, his hand flying to clutch at his chest. “christ, kitty, what have i told you about doing that?” one of these days she was going to see something she didn’t want to. “not overwhelmingly so, why? for god’s sake, come sit down. you look ridiculous with your head coming through the door like that.” he frowned, looking pointedly between her and the empty seat in front of him.

“something tells me you need something.” he sighed and rested his forearms on the desk. he tried to appear nonchalant as he wrestled with his pulse and tried to get it back into a normal rhythm. she was going to send him to an early grave at this rate.

“I think you said, don’t but you know, I can’t really remember.” She endlessly amused herself with her own words, grinning towards him as she passed easily through the door and dropped down into the seat. “Is that intuition or are you pokin’ around my head again?” Kitty asked curiously, arching her brows slightly.  “Because either way, you’re right.” She gave a firm nod. “I was wondering if there was any room in the schools budget for say... A Mini Coop? Oooh, or maybe a Jeep? Do Jeep’s come in pink?” 

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JESSICA!

Jessica’s stomach churned as she thought about the numerous kids that were turning up dead around New York. For as long as she had been alive, there had been stories on the news. Mutant murders were always headline news in New York, but they had been few and far between. Based on what she was hearing now, this was a phenomenon that was far worse than anything she could have imagined. 

“I don’t think we should involve the kids,” she said taking Kitty’s file. “At this point, they need to continue studying and living as normal lives as possible.” 

She looked through it briefly and scanned the pages. The victims were young, but the killings didn’t fit any pattern at all. Clearly, there was something else going on. 

“Also, keep an eye out for Wilson Fisk,” she continued. “The man is our mayor.  He might not be the one who is organizing this, but you and I both know that he has the resources and the men to kill mutant kids and make it look like it was nothing.” 

The thought of it being the very mayor of New York made Kitty feel nauseous. It wouldn’t be the first time the people in power had turned against mutant kind, but that didn’t make it any less painful.  And with that, there was a moment where she didn’t know what to say. The words seeming to escape her as she let herself process and deal with that information. It was something she’d definitely have to come back to and think about later on. For now - she took a breath. “Thank you again, Jessica.” She was as genuine as possible with those words. It was nice to know someone was looking out for her. “Is there anything else I can do to help your investigation?”

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Send “Maybe?” if your muse has thought of kissing mine

Even if it was only once for a split second!

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JESSICA!

Jessica smiled in acknowledgement. She was glad to help Kitty and the X-Men. It was the least she could do after Jean Grey and Professor X had saved her life so many years before. 

“The only reason I mentioned it was because it’s a convenient place for kids to hang out,” Jessica said after a moment.

It wasn’t necessarily the beset location for a kidnapping, but the dark trees that surrounded the area made for good cover. If somebody wanted to make a kid disappear, that would probably be the best place.

“There might be other places in the park where these guys might stalk your kids, Kitty. Any place that has enough tree cover and enough darkness is probably a good place for them, you know?”

“The problem is it’s not my kids that are going missing. Even in New York, there are hundreds of mutants living under cover. Hundreds of vulnerable kids that assholes like that want to see DEAD.” The thought of it made her stomach turn. She wanted to help those kids, to take them all in, but she couldn’t fully blame them either for wanting to keep their identities as secretive as possible.  It really was like being caught between a rock and a hard place. 

“The students have been pretty safe. I think because whoever is doing this is trying not to draw attention to themselves, and kidnapping one of my students would definitely send me on their trail. But some kids with visible mutations have been turning up dead in the streets.” Her voice wavered for a moment as she reached into her purse, pulling out another file which she offered to Jessica. “This is all the information I have on those cases. The reason I think those two guys are connected is some of my kids have said they’ve seen them hanging around and watching them... I didn’t want to drag any of them into this, but if you need some eye witness accounts I can see what I can do?” Kitty offered. 

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HOPE!

“i’m sure grandpa’ll be thrilled to see me, “

 he probably would be, honestly. he always was really. she was just really horrible at keeping in contact. but maybe now that would change. there was always the enroaching knowledge she’d have to leave eventually, because she always left. and the offers to stay, to teach, even though she was technically old enough to be a student.  

“ and that sounds—great, kitty. thanks. “

“God, grandpa. It’s so weird to think of Scott as someone with grandkids.” She wrinkled her nose a little - giving a small shake of her head as she pushed past it. “But anyway, I’m sure everyone will be happy to see you.” Kitty assured. “When was the last time you saw Rachel?”

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JESSICA!

“I wouldn’t mind at all, Kitty.” 

Jessica kicked the information around the information around in her head. Two men in their mid-thirties or early forties connected to an anti-mutant group that was harming children. It wasn’t much to go on and the picture wasn’t the best quality, but was enough to go on.

She looked at the photograph again. She wasn’t looking at the men anymore. Just at the trees and any other tell tale details that could tell her a little bit more about what she was seeing. 

“Do any of your kids hang out near the duck pond?” she asked. 

She wished she hadn’t been SURPRISED that Jessica accepted the gig - but it was better than her turning it down, at least. Relief spread over Kitty’s face - her shoulders dropping as she was finally able to take a breath and relax. At least a little bit.  “Thank you.” She wanted to make sure Jessica knew she was thankful for the kindness she was providing. 

“I mean, I can’t think of any in particular off-hand but... We do live in Central Park. It wouldn’t surprise me if some of them hung around there every now and then.” 

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RACHEL!

Rachel grinned as she poked her head around the doorway. “You rang?” She grinned pointedly not looking at Paperwork Mountain and the series of sticky notes and tabs that scaled it. The purple tab-y things were braver than the green ones. 

No one, well besides them, was happy that the X-Men had put down stakes in Central Park. Personally, Rachel liked the greenery and the easy access to everything up to and including takeout. But since they couldn’t kick someone out who legally had access to be there, they were trying to force them out. Death by a thousand paper cuts. 

“You want me…to help you with that.” A red eyebrow raised and she leaned back in the doorway. “I’m not the one who decided to run this outfit Pryde.” But she did know what half of the forms were for (Rachel was nosy in most if not all aspects of her life) and… really didn’t want to see Kitty drown once Mount Paperwork erupted. 

A chair pulled itself up and a small amount of the paper floated from the top of the pile to the desk. “Where do we start?” She sighed looking for a pen. 

“Just start... Reading through things and signing them off if they seem fair. It’s basically a whole set of rules and laws about our living conditions here. Like --- listen to this.” Kitty paused, clearing her throat.                                       “Katherine Pryde and her X-Men are responsible                                       for keeping track of the mutant population of New                                       York City and the surrounding areas and centralizing                                       every mutant to the designated facility in Central Park.                                      The X-Men will further be responsible for any potential                                      crimes or incidents perpetrated by mutants.”  Her voice was thickened by annoyance - the statement punctuated by her scribbling it out on the sheet. “I’m not going to kidnap mutants and force them to stay here. And to blame us for some mutants going rogue is total bull!” 

She pinched her brow, continuing to look through the sheet in her hand, initialling off a couple of the bills she felt were at least reasonable and manageable.                           “At this rate, I really need to get a lawyer.” 

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if anyone has suggestions for an irl kitty fc i’d be glad to hear them 

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JESSICA!

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“What am I looking at here, Kitty?” The stills in Jessica’s hands were so grainy that she couldn’t make head or tail of them. There seemed to be some people there doing something shady, but she couldn’t exactly say what they were doing without possessing the ability to read people’s minds. 

OKAY ------ so Kitty was no expert photographer. Nor was she an expert detective. But desperate times called for desperate measures and she thought someone like JESSICA JONES would be able to make something out of the image. “I didn’t really get anything better than that... But uh, it’s these two guys --- I think they’re about like... 35 to 40 age range? And I think they’re connected to this anti-mutant group that we think might be harming young mutants.” Sure, it was a lot of speculation but that’s why she came to Jessica. To dig into it. 

“If you don’t want to get involved, I don’t blame you. But if they’re watching us and going after our children, I thought maybe some outside help might be a better bet.” PLUS ---- making some good connections with the Defenders definitely wasn’t a bad idea. 

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PETER! 

❛          oh come on     !       you literally     LET     that hit you.          ❜          Peter responds,     returning the narrow eyes that meet him.          ❛          both of you will be fine.     i,    on the other hand,      am about to    EXPLODE     with boredom.     as happy as i am that nothin’ crazy is going on in the galaxy right now,     bein’ free with nothin’ to do gets me too    sleepy.          ❜

“I totally did NOT! That is not how my mutation works.” Kitty huffed - offended by the very suggestion that she would just let something like that hit her. “Good. Maybe you should explode. At least that would be interesting for me.” She poked her tongue out towards him - furrowing her brow.

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MATT!

          “   keep pressure on that wound  !   ”  he speaks with the growl of the devil in his voice,  crimson lenses flashing under the scarce lighting.   gloved hands press their own into the wound,  the blood making the air smell of copper and fear.   matthew swallows thickly,  lifting one hand to cradle the back of their head,  trying to do anything to keep them awake.   “   you’re gonna be alright,  but i need you to calm down,  the more you panic,  the more you’re going to bleed,  you understand  ?   ”  blood seeps through their fingers,  matthew can hear their heartbeat beginning to slow.   shit.   he needs to get them both out of here.   “   do you think you can stand  ?   ”             /  open starter  ! 

She always felt like an IDIOT whenever she got hurt. She was the ghost of the X-Men after all. Wasn’t her whole ability to be UNTOUCHABLE? Logically, Kitty knew she couldn’t blame herself. She could only phase as fast as she could think and since she lacked a sort of spider-sense to let her predict oncoming attacks the d e e p slice to her thigh coming from behind was unpredictable. 

The angle was awkward ----- resting on her back ( matt’s hand supporting her head. ) while she felt her blood soaking her gloves and dripping down her leg. It HURT like hell - she couldn’t help the tremble in her arm as she tried to keep the pressure on it. “I... I don’t know.” She attempted to roll over, struggling to find her footing; trying to push herself up. “Fuck.” Kitty hissed through clenched teeth. How much blood had she lost by now? Her head was spinning. “I need... I need help.” It was harder to admit that she had thought it would be. 

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hi guys it’s me on mobile and unable to make text small. I’m going to be out all day bc it’s my birthday / Pride today !!! So I have some replies / open starters in my drafts that I’ll get to either late tonight or tomorrow morning!!! just wanted to make it known that I’m not dead :P

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hurt meme.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

“i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

"it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

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HOPE!

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“i feel,  like i could sleep for a week, “ she was still a little upset nathan hadn’t came back since she’d kicked him off the team, but that didn’t matter right now. they had celebrated yet another victory and she refused to let the bad mood she was in ruin that for the rest of the team. 

“Well, you’ve definitely earned it, kid.”  Kitty didn’t FREQUENTLY find herself associating with X-Force. ( the whole thing really wasn’t her brand ) but all X-Teams, in her humble opinion, had to stick together. And that meant sometimes she had to bite the proverbial bullet not the one launching through space thank you very much and take on some challenges outside of her comfort zone.  And in this particular case, it meant defaulting to Hope’s leadership. 

    “I can hook you up with a room at the school if ya wanna rest your head for a couple days.”