#c:kitty

[enxzo]

Enzo was going about his daily snacking on locals, not paying much attention to who he grabbed though as soon as he went for the kill, he noticed something familiar, the striking golden locks. Retracting his fangs and realising his hold, he took a step back. “Well well. Look who it is.” The same witch he’d previously bitten into. “Witch.”

@magicalxkitty​

[kaceyrps]

MAIA REFICCO on INSTAGRAM

[tedhaternumber1]

G:awww puppy....

C:no. I will maim you.

G:yes Ma'am....

C:kitty :]

G:puppy....

C:OHHH YOU'RE SO LUCKY I LOVE YOU OR ID HAVE MAIMED YOU

[scarlctswanda]

@kxtepryde said:  “ it didn’t come easy ”

Nothing ever came easy, did it? Nothing important anyway. Sacrifices were a part of Wanda’s life that she would rather be done with, but seemed to follow her everywhere. So it seemed for a lot of mutants. “No. But... it came. Surely that’s worth celebrating.”

[mistressxfmagnetism]

@kxtherinepryde said:  ⚡ an angry text

[ ✉️ -> KitKat ]: okay kitty that’s ENOUGH [ ✉️ -> KitKat ]: it was funny at first but for the love of G-d, turn it down PLEASE [ ✉️ -> KitKat ]: Erik isn’t the only one who can break speakers from another room!

[rocky-maneo]

heart-to-heart

@kittymaneo

The past few days had been long at Vertias. Not that Rocky was complaining. She liked keeping busy and enjoyed that she was able to provide a lot of support for the team, even if her punishment was eating at her sanity just a tad. However, days on end with nothing but her office and her loft apartment as the backdrop to her life, she was getting a little stir crazy. Her hair up in a messy ponytail and her long-sleeve white shirt swallowing her thin frame gave the impression that she was comfy, but she was so in need of a break. Tiredly rubbing at her eyes, she tried to think of something to do, non-work related.

Deciding to message in the group chat with Jae, Kiha and Kitty was a good option. However, she simultaneously groaned when she realized she doesn’t have her phone. Part of a long list of her toys off limits during her punishment period. 

Nose scrunched, she tried to go back to focusing on the cipher at hand while her computer sorted through the SPD database, but it was nearly impossible. She wanted to know how the younger team members were holding up while on punishment, especially Kitty who seemed to get the worst of it. Kitty, the gumiho, the only other fox spirit here in Vertias from what she’s-- “Shit, I owe Kitty a heart!” she shouted, bounding from her desk chair and preparing to finally leave her office. Her fingers made quick work to dial Kitty’s phone number and she waited as she heard the rings bound against the bare walls.

[andreahuts]

TIMEFRAME: 31 July, evening

LOCATION: IHQ Bar

OPEN TO: Kitty Wilde @wildehq

WARNINGS: None.

Beth had always been careful when it came to alcohol. She knew that since her parents were alcoholics at one point, it’s very likely that she could easily become one as well. But today, she just really needed it. Sitting by the bar, she sipped daintily at her martini. “Do you ever think sometimes men are just all around terrible? They bait you in with their pretty words and time-limited gentlemen-like actions, but then the moment they trapped you down, they just --” She shrugged and gave a small head tilt. “You know?” 

[catferro]

txxt ;; kitty 'n ryan

RYAN: Pssst.

[womenofssss]

SSSS characters papercraft | Kitty by kuzzzma

[gail-hq-archive]

who: Gail Weston & Kitty Wilde @wildehq

where: IHQ

when: 1 July, 2019, night time

“I swear to god, if you continue to say stupid shit like this, you can find yourself a new lawyer to represent you. -- Nuh uh, and I can promise you nobody will put up with your shit like I did. So keep your mouth shut for the next few days or I will sew it shut. Understood?” Gail said sternly into her phone as she walked briskly down the corridor. What did I do to deserve these idiots as clients, honestly? She thought exasperatedly. 

Being so immersed in her phone call, Gail noticed a split second too late that she was about to barrel into someone much shorter than her. “I’ll call you when I have more information, don’t fucking call me before then.” She hung up her call and an apology was on the tip of her tongue when she saw who she bumped into. “Aren’t cats suppose to know how to land on their feet?”

[enxzo]

It didn’t matter if his emotional state at present transitioned into further hunger. Killing more often than not was never a problem for Enzo like it was for other vampires. Most kept on the straight and narrow while some struggled with control. Enzo took being a vampire and feeding on people as a lifestyle. Finding the prey, he snatched them from wherever they were heading, throwing them into a dead end. Would he try to compel them? No? Hesitate? No. All he needed right now was to fuel that hunger as he held them steady and went in for the kill. With his fangs bearing and heading straight for their jugular there was no hope for a happy ending for this poor soul.

@magicalxkitty​

[kaceyrps]

MAIA REFICCO on INSTAGRAM

[zzemo]

with everything that happened with the skrulls, zemo felt the pressure only amplify. he’d officially gotten to take control of hydra (something he was sure sin was not too pleased about). and while he was happy to finally be in control, he also knew how much people were looking for them now. right now there was one thing he could keep in his control, kitty. he’d heard she’d gotten back from a trip into the city, so he went to meet her. “have fun out in the city?” he asked her as he approached. “hopefully you didnt get into any trouble like last time?”

@shadowcatprydexkitty

[scarletwaanda]

Wanda had no idea if this was an accident or on purpose, but for the first time in awhile she felt like her head was a little more clear and not as fuzzy as it normally was. It didn't take long for Wanda to lose track of the days while being locked away in here. She barely had any idea of where she was or who had her, the isolation and the drugs they kept her on made good work of that. It wasn't until recently that she had even seen the mastermind of this whole situation and he confirmed most of her suspicions. Still, she was kept alone and hadn't been able to see the others. But today, she felt like the hold of the drugs they had her on lessen and she was being brought into a room she didn't know. After being left alone, Wanda tried to stay on her feet as long as she could but she could still feel the waves of dizziness flooding her again. Taking a seat on the ground, she rested her head against the cool stone of the wall next to her. In the distance she could hear the creaking sound of the door opening and she assumed it was another Hydra member coming in. "Zemo says you're welcome." she could hear the man say. Confused, she turned to ask him what he meant when she saw another figure in the doorway. This time it was a familiar face and for the first time since she'd gotten here a look of happiness washed over her. "Kitty?"

@shadowcatprydexkitty

[mistressxfmagnetism]

@kxtherinepryde​

Grief was heavy. Like a physical weight on her, pressing on her chest, her shoulders, her limbs. Breathing, standing, moving all felt harder. Lorna was no stranger to depression. These bouts of unmanageable lows were something she had been attempting to cope with for years now. But this was too much. How was she meant to plan a funeral for a man whose relationship with her had been so very complicated, and without the help or support of those she had called her family for so long that the difference between chosen and biological no longer mattered? She felt the weight of Erik’s life in every decision she made, both his good and his bad. Despite their final conversation (Lorna couldn’t stop the waves of regret about it) he had been a much better father this past year. She loved him. For all his faults, he had tried to be a good father, tried to make the world better for mutants. And he had succeeded in some of it too. Genosha stood as a testament to all of them, but Erik had led that mission. The good deserved to be honoured, but people wouldn’t forget the bad so easily either. Lorna couldn’t fault that. Not really. Ric’s bruises made her feel sick knowing what caused them, and she couldn’t ask for him--or his team, their friends--to share her grief. Others had fought against Erik far more often, saw him as an enemy. But it only added more weight until finally, despite physically feeling strong, her mind felt like it was ready to cave under the pressure. Diamonds were formed under pressure, they said. Lorna didn’t feel like a diamond. Instead, she was finally fracturing down those lines that had started to show a fortnight prior when her mind had been broken open to reveal what had been hidden.

She just felt like she was cracking apart.

No one came to find her, not yet anyway. Lorna didn’t know whether to be pleased or disheartened. Almost all were probably just giving her space. Time. Whatever they thought it was she needed. Lorna knew they were trying. She just felt so alone. Those she would normally rely on for something like this kind of loss... were the very people she did not want to see. Or the ones she felt she had no right to lean on after everything that had occurred because of her.

She had to get up. She had to get up and finish making arrangements. But she couldn’t. Her curtains remained drawn, her blanket pulled over her. She wasn’t even in her pyjamas, just in the clothes she’d fallen onto her bed in the night before. Her still healing bullet wound hurt like hell, but Lorna couldn’t even bring herself to get up and find where she’d put the medication to dull it. Besides, it distracted from the scratchy pain in her throat and the pounding in her head. It gave her an excuse to not get up, despite knowing that when she did she wouldn’t feel weak in the knees like she ought to. Something had changed, and Lorna didn’t know why. Or what. She could barely bring herself to care.

A knock at the door made her burrow deeper down into her blankets. Her powers showed her a world of electromagnetic energies, and she stared through the door, trying to identify this one. Kitty.

“Is it important?” she called, her voice half muffled by the cocoon she had created. “I don’t-- I can’t--” Her voice broke and she stifled a sob by biting down on her hand. “Please. Not now.”

[ritxskeet-blog]

                 plopping into a seat beside the other blonde, rita was too busy shredding the leaves of a fist full of what looked suspiciously like weeds to greet her immediately. potion arrangements were carefully hidden within the arrangement she’d only just collected from the Greenhouses but sprinkled in were flowers dangling from broken stems. after a moment of thought, she plucked the prettiest red one from the bunch before setting it above the peak of kitty’s ear.  clearly, rita had something to tell her. or ask.   ❛   long time no see, sweets   ❜      // @kttyabbott