#ladymzhyde

[gatecoeur]

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Arrie noticed the subtle changes - almost felt it in the air. She wasn’t sure how to quite explain it, but sometimes she was more... In tuned, she supposed, with her fellow shapeshifters. The brunette tested her hot chocolate despite knowing it was just made before commenting on the new hair and eye colours.

“So is that your usual look, or the previous one?”

[my12percentofamoment]

"come back to bed'"

“Just a few more minutes of work, Sweetheart.” Pepper typed. “Five at the  most.”

@lady-mz-hyde

[themadvigilantist]

+4

@shespowerful | @chaoticallycrimson | @redmachette | @lady-mz-hyde |

“Do you always do this? Helping people out, I mean.”

[ihaveadifferentfinalrequest]

@lady-mz-hyde

Nikola sat in the library, hunched over a book with worn pages. The lamp closest to him was on but, otherwise, the room was dimly lit. There was a good reason he didn’t usually stay up so late, he’d just conveniently forgotten it in favour of pursuing whatever was in that book. 

[ineededtheexercise]

@lady-mz-hyde

“I didn’t realise there’d be any visitors. Is there something I can do for you?”

[gatecoeur]

Arelette was beyond infuriated. Sure, she’s done a few things to piss a few people off, but it sure as hell didn’t warrant setting everything she owned on fire, including her fucking car. She could have nearly damned died in that fire and she wasn’t about to let the one responsible get away with this without giving them a near-death experience.

The woman in her war-path rage tracked down the only pyrokinetic person she had ever a reasonable interaction with, since it made the most sense to her; Madeline Hyde. She had a motive to ruin her life. A weak one, sure, but a motive nonetheless. The shapeshifter found the woman at a dingy little restaurant, and without regard for property damage, Spartan-kicked the entrance open. 

“MADELINE HYDE!” she roared, shoving past the waiter that tried to stop her before stomping up to the table the redhead was seated at.

“My car is on fire and my house is on fire and frankly my life is on fire and you,” she hissed, lifting the woman out of her chair by the front of her shirt, “are a fucking pyrokinetic! So unless you can prove to me that somehow you didn’t do it, I’m going to make sure you’re only able to eat out of a fucking straw for a month!”

{ @lady-mz-hyde }

[gatecoeur]

lady-mz-hyde needs a hideout

“Madame, you better take that blade off my neck if you know what’s good for you.”

[gatecoeur]

Madeline is going to push a cup of hot chocolate to her with a soft smile on her face. It was made the way she described it to her and she thought it would be nice to make her it.

{ @lady-mz-hyde }{ this is so sweet omfg }

Arrie’s eyes lit up like the Rockefeller Christmas Tree. “You didn’t have to-!”

The brunette instinctively reached out to the mug and hugged her hands around it, closing her eyes as she felt the familiar warmth seep into her palms. She inhaled its warmth, a little bit of the whipped cream catching onto her nose. She felt it though, and laughed, using her index finger to wipe it off before licking her finger.

“Thank you.”