Z. SHADOWCAT.

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hellxer​:

“For starters, sure. So what you’re saying is the cooler one is around here somewhere then.” 

“If you consider being an alcoholic the criteria for being cool, sure.” Maybe Kitty’s a little defensive. She also wonders if the other Pryde is the cooler one. Her identity crisis has come at an inopportune time.

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gxmbiit​:

“Why not?” He returns, smile wide and exposing his teeth. “World’s always goin’ to shit, no point in stickin’ to one side of the fence or t’e other.” 

“Why not?” Kitty repeats. “What the hell -- why not? I guess there’s no reason to say otherwise. Our reality literally merged with another. If that’s not going to shit, I don’t know what is.”

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xshadowpryde​:

Kate’s hair fell out of her half done bun as she tilted her head. “Do you want to shake hands?” Were they shake-hands kind of gals? Kate didn’t think so, but a lot had changed for her over the years. Kitty, on the other hand, looked like one loud boo! and she’d slip through the floor. 

“I really don’t, no.” Shaking hands with yourself seemed incredibly weird and a little sad. It was so formal. “We can stick with a casual nod.”

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thiefcfhearts​:

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Whether Kitty was on a losing streak or not did not matter when the game was rigged. But instead of sounding too smug, Remy asked, “Oh, why’s dat, chere? Everyt'ing ok?” He hoped things were alright with her, but at the same time, he had made an offer for a game. “I mean, I wouldn’t want t’ exacerbate dat losin’ streak too much.”

“You ever meet the alternate version of yourself and realize she may be cooler?” A swashbuckling, hard drinking pirate. She’s out in a way that Kitty hasn’t found the strength to be yet. The entire experience of meeting Kate has been jarring, to say the least. “I’m also the babysitter of a group of famous X-Men who have just arrived from the past. I’m realizing now I may need a drink more than a card trick.”

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babyfoureyes​:

“I actually…don’t have an answer for that. That’s more of a bigwig, upper echelon of mutant society type of question.”

“That would be me, wouldn’t it? Geez.” Kitty swears under her breath. “I’ve got nothing here.”

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angelthird​:

warren let out a slow, deep breath, feathers bristling as he folded his arms in annoyance, “you know, staring isn’t the complement you think it is.”

“Give me a second here.” Kitty requested. Warren and the other young X-Men were in her care, but that didn’t mean it was easy watching out for them. They were incredibly emotional and, in some cases, powerful. They were like five little ticking time bombs and Kitty’s migraine was going on day four. “I’m thinking.” 

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thiefcfhearts​:

Even though Remy’s best “card tricks” were the ones where he blew them up, he could never resist a little proper slight of hand either. Flipping through his latest deck, he glanced over the top of the cards and offered a smirk. “What d'you say, mon ami? Can I interest you in a li'l game o’ chance?”

Kitty had met a variety of mutants from this new reality hers had bumped into, but Gambit wasn’t one of them. The familiar sight of him with a card was enough to bring a cocked half smile to her face. “Luckily for you, I’ve been on a losing streak recently.” She was still Headmistress at the Institute but it was complicated. “You may stand a chance.”

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technocable​:

“The old man isn’t around, so you’re stuck with me for a bit. C’mon— I’m more fun.”

“Right. Because you murdered him.” That still hadn’t entirely settled with Kitty. She hadn’t been close with Nathan, but she hadn’t wanted to see him murdered in cold blood. “Takes a certain kind of person to call murder fun, Nate.”

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hellxer​:

“You’re really about to embarrass yourself, aren’t you. Yup, there you go.” 

“I’m not embarrassing myself.” She briefly glanced up from her phone. “What, were you expecting drunken pirate antics? That’s not me.” That Kate Pryde. Not Kitty. Kate. “Sorry to disappoint.” 

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xshadowpryde​:

“Say that again? I was thinking about tamales.” 

“So you’re a tamales kind of girl. Good taste.” It was weird. Beyond weird. If Kitty could handle meeting a young version of the OG X-Men, she could handle meeting herself, though. Giving the other Pryde a quick once over, she shook her head with a small smile. “Do we shake hands or something?”

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gxmbiit​:

“I’ve been rockin’ the wrong ensemble! No more low cut boob windows for me, I’m goin’ full western now.” 

"I’m going to support you, Remy, but I do have one question: why?”

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elementguns​:

A man falls from the sky.

Honestly, weirder things have happened, but the point remains that a man falls from the sky — and that man is Peter Quill. Missing for some time, presumed dead by his teammates, friends, and loved ones, and now here. In the flesh.

Smashed onto the ground, face flarking first, and his whole body aching, like he’s been run over by his own krutacking ship or something. He’s taken good care of it, hasn’t he? And this is the flarking thanks he gets?

Frowning, grimacing, Peter balls both hands into fists around his element guns and pulls himself up. It’s a slow process, more painful than anything he’s feeling anywhere in his body, actually — and after what seems like an eternity, he manages it. (Not that he’s the best judge of time; things in his head are really fuzzy right now. There’s this image in his mind’s eye of some guy in a white beard and a robe, asking him the same question: Do you feel the basis for your life is wrong?….)

Anyway. He’s got more important things to focus on. Blinking at his surroundings, he mutters to the guns, “Charge?”

Only to get the most unhelpful cool, automated reply in history: “Unknown. Parameter error.”

He pulls the trigger on one of them then — only to test it, just to make a rock or something. No big deal.

But he isn’t bargaining for it to make a whole tree sprout out in front of him.

“What the flark?”

Her life was changing. It’s a funny statement considering how in flux things often were for Kitty Pryde. Ever since she was a teenager, she had learned to roll with the punches. Being a mutant? We can handle it. Xavier’s dead? Step up to the challenge and lead the school. But this? Reality bending? It was a little out of her pay grade no matter badly she wanted to hold it together. Her other self was a pirate, for chrissakes. A pirate who had ditched Kitty for Kate. It had crossed Kitty’s mind a few times, but her name was part of who she was. She couldn’t imagine just changing it.

As it stood, she was needing to be alone more and more. Helping chaperone the X-Men: Blue team was a full time job when they weren’t under Emma and Scott’s sway, and Kitty had a pounding migraine that was going on day three. She was holding it together, of course, but she wanted to find a wide open space where she could scream loud enough to put Siryn to shame. Instead, she found her ex-fiancee. Or, at least, someone who looked like it.

“Peter?” The word was spoken as a question, her voice raising in pitch during the last syllable. He was scruffier looking then she remembered. Then again, he probably wasn’t hers at all with this multiverse bullshit. “I’m sorry, did you just make a tree?”

[sersh]

VICTORIA PEDRETTI Outtakes from V Magazine 2019, via fansite victoria-pedretti.com

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captainbrits​:

“I’m afraid you might be looking for my sister, Betsy. I prefer to go by Captain Avalon nowadays.”

“What if I threw you for a loop and told you I’m looking for Meggan?”

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spiderxling​:

“—mhm, yeah. I am- totally listening. But hypothetically if I had dozed off for a second.. what did you just say?”

“You look just like the younger version of a guy I used to date.”

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spectormcrc​:

Marc walked through the exit of the Metropolitan Museum of Art and onto 5th Avenue, glaring daggers at Steven through the reflection of the doors as he stepped onto the sidewalk. “If you’re gonna shove me to the front when you’re at work, you gotta give me a warning next time, bud.” Turns out, shitty bosses weren’t exclusive to the museums in London. His new manager wasn’t nearly as demeaning as Donna, but Steven still found himself overwhelmed enough to take the backseat right in the middle of his last tour. Marc had to stumble his way through it with his bad imitation of Steven’s accent, but they were finally off. Sorry, mate. Couldn’t really help it. You know the last thing I’d want is for those poor museum guests to have to hear you give them a tour of the Art of Renaissance England.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Where do you want me to pick up dinner? And I swear if you say that vegan hotdog place again I’m gonna walk us into traffic.” Marc stopped abruptly when he bumped into a passerby on the street, and prayed that they hadn’t just heard him having a conversation with himself. “Sorry, you okay?”

Thanks to Kate’s super cool powers the two didn’t actually touch. She instead phased through him; it wasn’t something most people tended to notice and she would keep walking like nothing happened. He actually spoke to her though, so she paused. “It’s New York City. People don’t usually stop and ask if you’re okay. It’s just part of the game.”

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babyphoeniix​:

Amazing Baby cooed down at Rachel’s feet as she sat there outside of the Halal food truck she’d just ordered food from, and she grumbled to herself as she grabbed a piece of chicken and threw it to down to the Warwolf. “Save some for me, bud.” Her eyes drifted over to someone nearby who was staring. “What’s up?”

Rachel was eating and Kate was drinking. She had her bottle tipped up to her lips when Rachel spoke, and the mutant lowered it in response. “I asked about Betsy. A girl goes to see for a bit and comes back to a whole lotta shit they missed. What’s the deal there?”