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kurtty-drabbles · 4 years

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House of M- Redone (part 4)

N/A: This idea came to me in a feverish dream. Ok, thank God I wasn´t with a fever...but the idea came as if I was so...anyway. I have an idea for the villain in this story, thank God again.

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Genosha has rules. Genosha needs rules to function even though, some misguided people seem to relish on the illusion that "if you´re a mutant, you´ve got a free pass to do anything" which the royal family is doing their best to disprove that. King Magneto´s marks still can be felt and sometimes, only sometimes, the royal family has to admire the tenacity of their father. If nothing else.

Rules are needed and no one is above law. Kurt Wagner is one of those people that work to make sure power doesn´t corrupt, at the same time, making sure power doesn´t go impune. The Red Guard has a reason to exist and Kurt has reasons to fear excess of power.

If we ever oppress the oppressed ...how can we ever dare to call us as Red Guard?

Thankfully, right now, is one of those moments where his true nature shines. "Is everyone present?" his golden eyes goes to Bobby Drake, one of Piotr´s victims or almost victims, then goes to Kitty Pryde- too silent and too composed to let anyone read her expressions- and finally to Illyana Rasputin the sister of the culprit.

"I´m waiting for my lawyer" is Yana´s only replies and she´s a reward by Roberto da Costa entering in the main office of the Red Guard´s headquarters spotting an easygoing smile. Then his eyes lock on Yana and both start talking in a different language.

Kurt follows Kitty´s expression and it seems she´s lost as well. Roberto da Costa aka Sunspot is a lawyer and was born and raised in Brazil, therefore, is no wonder he´s speaking in his native language. His golden eyes watch the scene for a moment and land back to Kitty. She too appears to be clueless about what they´re saying.

Bobby Drake, however, seems to not mind this interaction.

"Ok, I´m apart of the situation" Roberto uses a more professional tone. "I´ll represent Yana, Kitty and Bobby" his eyes linger to the Ice mutant for a moment, asking for permission, and said mutant nods solemnly. "In regards to what just happened" and faces Kurt now. No more easy-going smiles.

Kurt can be professional as well. Is his job and his career. " Piotr Rasputin was arrested for attempted murder on Bobby Drake" the ice mutant is not happy about it and shows no inclination of forgiveness. "As well to Kitty Pryde" and Kitty looks too unreliable. He doubts even Kwannon would be able to get through her mind.

Maybe ...she´s from project X after all.

"The victims present charge against the mutant, but, no one here wishes him to spend his entire life in...Rockbell" Kurt concludes and Kitty looks at Yana only nodding softly. A message was sent and Kurt is clueless about it.

"No one here wants that, but, we want justice...so, what´s the alternatives?" Roberto begins with a very pointy inquiry. "The laws of Genosha are too absolute. So as everyone here already vetted out for Rockbell, the only remain options are Expulsion, blocking off their abilities, or SweetBells!" his tone is sharp and focus.

"And I ask you, Red Guard Nightcrawler if we really have any choice here" Roberto tries again. Kurt sighs and is bound to speak the truth. If we oppress the oppressed ...what´s the point?

"Normally, that would be a choice linked only to the victims and the system, however, it comes to our attention that Piotr Rasputin has done something similar to a man named Pete Wisdom...while he was saved by a nick of time...is still an aggravating" and his golden eyes seem to shine even more in direction to Yana Rasputin. "His options are really trim here...your brother seems to have a severe anger issue and presents to be a problem to everyone around him"

Maybe it was harsh. But, also true.

Kitty rose from her chair in the exact moment Yana, muttering something in Russian, is hiding her face behind her hands. "Is my fault...I should have done something ...when Piotr tried to kill Pete...I was naive and stupid to think he would stop..." she confessed.

And Yana slams her fists on the table hard. Too hard to the point a crack is made. "Shut up, Katya. This is not your fault...if anything, it should be mine...I saw the signs...I saw what he was becoming but...I didn´t do anything" her tone is crestfallen for a moment until her eyes shimmer a hellish hue. "My brother has demons to face and that I can understand more than anyone in this room"

No one spoke against such a claim. Magik has a heavy story.

Roberto looks at Yana and nods. "A compromise can be made. Sent him to the SweetRock and his powers will be blocked until he´s deemed to be better. Justice will be served and everyone will be in agreement" Roberto suggests.

Bobby wants to complain. Bobby wanted to complain but Kitty´s eyes stop him.

"If that happens...your brother will be there for a long while" Kurt warned. The SweetRock doesn´t work like other institutions, Piotr may as well spend his entire life in that place.

"Yes, I know, and considering what he tried to do...that´s too good for him" Yana states. "Can I go see him? Can I show him how much this displease me?" her face twisted into something demonic and Kurt almost back down. Almost.

Kitty is the voice of reason. "Yana, don´t! Anger won´t solve more anger" and again, those two send secret messages and Kurt is curious about their past.

"If Katya says so...you feel safer this way? If you prefer him to be exiled and without powers...I´ll understand" Yana has to say it.

"I did consider this...but, no...SweetRock is a good option" for you, she mentally adds. The conversation is over.

"My client, Yana Rasputin may visit her brother in the facility?"

"Not after 2 months"

"That..." Yana nods at Roberto. "is agreeable"

And the conversation shifts to insurance policies. A mutant going crazy, for whatever reason, and trying to kill you does warrant you some compensation.

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Once putting the laws aside, life goes on. Kitty is a teacher and has to continue to do her job. She can´t help feeling bad for Yana (imagine if your brother tried to kill two people in an angry fit!) and won´t lie by saying Piotr deserved worse, however, she wouldn´t dare to inflict more pain in Yana´s life.

Her nose tracks the strong scent of brimstone and turns right to see Nightcrawler again. "Hello?"

Nightcrawler is still with his uniforms. Kitty can look at him up and down and understand why he´s so popular, yet not understand why he´s here of all places.

"I came here to see you...Before the fiasco with Piotr...I wanted to tell you the Juggernaut´s case has been dealt...he won´t cause any trouble ever again" there´s conviction in his tone. Sure, Kitty will be thankful.

Kitty blinks at this and then snaps her fingers. "Oh, yes. I completely forget about this, thanks...I guess."

She...forget?

"And I´m also here to ask you..." and Kurt believes the best defense is a quick attack. "if you´re a subject from the program X"

Kitty is deadpan staring at him. Too pointy and too bemused for his like.

"No, actually I was part of the program WXYZ" and stares at him pointy.

"You´re making fun of me...aren´t you?"

"One of many qualities I learn in the WXZY is subtle" and wink at him.

"So...you´re not from Program X?"

And Kitty chuckles leaving Kurt behind. She needs to laugh. Kurt can pick a new theory.

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Wanda Maximoff is one of the most powerful mutants in the world. A fact no one let her forget and also, a fact that often comes with lots of burdens. One of its perks though is how no one would dare to pick a fight with her. Not that Polaris and Quicksilver aren´t powerful, but, the Scarlet Witch is another level.

However, as she stares at the lifeless body of her biological father-Magento and her may share DNA. Django Maximoff is the one who raised her and is her and Pietro´s father for real- Wanda can´t help by biting her bottom lip and let her eyes be as crimson as the moniker Scarlet Witch suggests.

Lorna is the one to break the silence. "So, is really not Wakanda or Atlantis that is after us..."

Pietro looks down at his biological father- Django is his father for real- not daring to touch the body. Not daring to speak ill about the dead either. "...There´s a message here" and is no metaphor.

There´s a small message next to Magneto´s body.

Wanda waits for Pietro to read for them.

"I´m back to return what´s mine"

And Lorna´s eyes wide. "Wait...how many people know about the real history of Genosha?"

"Few people and fewer are still alive...Another case of Dad´s henchmen wanting revenge" Wanda is not happy. "And if they plan on attacking Genosha...it means they´re tired of living" is her final words as she uses her magic to change the coffin in something more proper to Magneto. "We have a funeral to do. Our Jewish father deserves this much"

#house of M redone au #Kurt Wagner #Kitty Pryde #She´s not from Program X she just messing with him #kurtty yet #Wanda is the powerhouse #Magneto is dead #SEE not hard to give a Jewish character a jewish funeral MARVEL #Genosha

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ruleroflimbo-a · 4 years

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Shattered Trust || Discord

Events: Illyana confronts Erik after learning the truth about Supergirl’s part in the siege Date: sometime after the siege and creation of Genosha Involved: Illyana Rasputin and Magneto @master-of-magnetism Mentioned: Supergirl @maidenxfmight Trigger warnings: manipulation tw, mind control tw, threats tw, delusional thinking tw, child abuse mention tw Word count: 1,989

ILLYANA: After Illyana had found out the truth about how Magneto managed to get Supergirl to help destroy the bridges she wanted to kill someone, she'd tried to calm down a little before going to see Magneto but she didn't have much success in doing so. As she teleported to Erik, her sword in hand and white energy surrounding her, it wasn't hard to tell she was pissed. Her skin had turned red, her eyes glowing and demon claws in place of her fingers. "Did you really think I wouldn't find out the truth Мудак?" When Illy was drunk or mad her Russian accent sometimes slipped through, she was beyond mad now though, instead of the Russian accent her voice had turned somewhat demonic. It was more Darkchylde's voice than Illyana's at this point.

ERIK: Illyana hadn't been to Genosha since they raised the island, but frankly, that concern had been on the bottom of Erik's list. He had a country to organize, a funeral to plan, countless tasks to throw himself into so he didn't have to think about what was missing.

If Illya had been hurt, Jean or Rogue would've known, undoubtedly, and if she simply didn't care to come back yet? Erik wasn't going to drag her.

So of course she came back in the middle of an evening where he had a mountain of work to be doing. And of course she looked like this, ready to fight--ready to kill.

Ah. Another oversight.

Erik raised his hands slightly as he pushed himself out of his seat, attention flipping solely to Illyana. There was no question what she was talking about.

"I didn't think you were close enough to Supergirl's camp that it'd be a problem when you did," Erik answered slowly, in Russian--something to help calm her, with any luck. "I did what was necessary, Illya."

ILLYANA: Healing Donna had taken a lot of her energy, she'd gone to Limbo after to regain her strength before going to confront Erik and to maybe calm down a little, she'd only really succeeded in the former, which was obvious by her appearance and voice. Erik's words didn't help her anger and she was struggling to hold herself back, to keep in control.

He's not worth losing control over.

"If you knew I was going to find out why bother lying to me and-" she cut herself off as she tried to keep her anger contained. "What, did you just think the demon with only part of a soul wouldn't care?" She managed to keep from raising her voice, it wasn't needed to show how angry she was. Her glowed red when he said he only did what was necessary, one of Darkchylde's traits rather than the white glow Illy's eyes usually had. "How was what you did to Supergirl necessary exactly?"

ERIK: "I didn't lie," he answered, immediately. "I left out a few details, yes, but nothing I told you was false. I needed to make sure that Jean wouldn't find out during the seige. Being that she's a telepath, it was important that no one else knew the whole story."

Oh, for g-d's sake. Erik's lips thinned in annoyance at the accusation, and he barely resisted the urge to snap at her. As if he'd ever thought any less of her for her attachment to Limbo or the state of her soul. "It has nothing to do with you and your soul, Illya. As far as I knew, you didn't have any attachments that would make what happened to Supergirl any more serious than what happened to any of the humans during the siege."

Her appearance and tone were becoming more and more demonic with every word, and Erik watched her carefully, ready to defend himself if need be. "I needed the bridges taken apart while I was at the UN. Lorna didn't have the control to take them all apart quickly enough, and anyone else who could do so was needed elsewhere. I certainly couldn't do it while I was speaking--even my attention can only split so far. Supergirl was a logical choice--it made it look like she was on our side, which was a much-needed boost of credibility, she got the job done quickly, and she'd seemed sympathetic to our cause before. She just needed a nudge. I helped her." There's not a trace of falsehood, in tone or in expression--that he believes the words he's saying is clear as day.

ILLYANA: "Lying by omission is still lying" Belasco had been a fan of that, always leaving out details to make sure Illyana did what he wanted, to manipulate her into being his obedient daughter and apprentice. Erik doing almost the same made her blood boil, making it harder to keep her anger under control. "Telepaths can't read my mind" Jean was the only one Illyana let read her mind but the only one who knew she'd lowered her shields for her was Jean and Katya.

"I don't have any attachment to Supergirl" she really didn't, she'd only met her once as Darkchylde and she was pretty sure she'd tried to kill the girl of steel. "I don't care about who it was, I care about the line you crossed" it was a line Illyana would never cross, not after what Belasco did to her as a child, not after Darkchylde, and she was certainly not going to stand with someone who was willing to cross that line either. "And don't call me Illya, you don't get to call me that anymore."

A small part of Illyana had hoped Erik would be able to ease her anger towards him if she spoke to him, that he showed some sign that he regretted what he'd done, but there was nothing. Out of the two of them it seemed Illyana was the one left with regret, regret that she'd ever trusted Erik, that she'd followed him, helped him with his plans. She should have known better. "I could have taken down the bridges and still gone to Stark Tower" she could have teleported to the bridges, have them destroyed and be back with the others not even a second after she left. "No" she said, almost shouted "you don't get to stand here and justify what you did, if you had convinced Supergirl to help simply by talking to her that's one thing. You crossed a line when you used something that affected her mind" she wanted to scream, she wanted to send him to the darkest hell dimension she could think of. "I can't believe I ever trusted in you, you're no better than Belasco."

ERIK: He wasn't going to sit here and argue semantics with her. If she viewed what he'd said as a lie, she was entitled to her thoughts. Erik knew what lines he would and wouldn't cross for himself. ( Didn't he? ) "What line? The Kryptonite? Why would I not use any resources I can to win? She's not one of us, and I didn't make her do anything she didn't want to do already. She was angry, and burying it. She would've snapped eventually, I simply gave her a nudge at the opportune time. I didn't get into her mind--anything she did, or agreed to do, she did on her own."

It wasn't the same as mind control. Wasn't the same as the notion that had kept him terrified of telepaths for years. He'd given her a nudge, and let her do the rest. She might not like it in the aftermath, but he helped her.

He did.

"What do you want to hear, Illyana?" he snapped at last, thin patience running down to the wire, "If not justification? I did what I did because I believed it was the best course of action, and it worked. I'm not going to apologize for opening her eyes. There's not a person on this island who doesn't know that I will do whatever it takes to make our people safe." Erik lowered his hands, knuckles going white against the tabletop. "We won, Illyana. We sacrificed, but we won. We have a home, now. Supergirl is back to normal, the humans believed she was on our side enough to speed along negotiations, and we won. If you came here expecting an apology for that, I'm afraid you're going to be sorely disappointed. Sometimes war means making difficult choices, and the consequences--" his voice cracked, briefly "--of those rest on my head, not yours. If you truly believe I'm no better than he is, no one will force you to stay here under my leadership. You're quite old enough to make your own decisions."

ILLYANA: Her grip on her sword tightened as red glow from it grew brighter, reflecting Illyana's anger. "There's a difference between wanting to do something and actually doing it" her voice was calmer now, if not for the demonic tone to it this could have seemed like a normal conversation. Anyone who knew Illyana would know the calm anger was not a good sign. "If she wouldn't have done what she did without the influence of the Kryptonite then she didn't do it on her own" was he really so delusional or did he simply not care about what he'd done? "Do you even know the guilt that comes with something like this? I do" when she was missing her soul she had done plenty of things she wanted to do but never would have if she hadn't lost her soul and the guilt of that was still with her. Every time she closed her eyes she could see the people she'd hurt, the people she had killed and it wasn't something she'd ever want someone else to go through.

"There is no justification for what you did" she told him, her words cold and detached, she really was beyond anger now and if this went any further she wasn't sure what she would do. "What you did to her would be the same as if you forced me to turn back into Darkchylde, back into a soulless monster" maybe that was one of the reasons she was so angry about this, why this had shattered any trust she had in Erik. He'd proven he was capable of something like this, why should she think he wouldn't do something like that to her if he found a way? She wanted to hurl her sword at him and into his chest, watch the life drain from his eyes... if she had less control she might have done exactly that, but she held back because she still had a soul, even if it was part of it. "You might be worse than him, at least he doesn't have a soul, or the ability to feel guilt" she never thought she'd ever think someone was worse than her adopted father.

"But you're right, Supergirl isn't one of you" she said as she fully changed into her demon form "and neither am I." She was more demon than mutant, she'd never really felt like she fit in with them.

The freak among freaks.

Most of them looked at her with fear in their eyes or hatred, often both, like she was going to turn evil any second. It had only gotten worse since Darkchylde. She could stay on Genosha but she'd feel out of place and she didn't trust Erik, didn't trust herself not to try to kill him if she stuck around. "I won't stay here, I would never follow you after what you did. After you lied to me. I deserved to know the truth, the truth about who and what I was putting my trust in" if she'd known she never would have taken part in this, and now that she knew she had no plans to step foot on Genosha again once she left. "If I ever see you again... you should hope for your sake that I don't."

#discord: shattered trust #manipulation tw #mind control tw #threats tw #child abuse mention tw

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chicagospryde-a · 5 years

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The Liberty Bell is a Replica || Piotr & Kitty

---HOUSED IN ITS ORIGINAL WALLS. WHAT: Kitty visits Piotr ( @colossalguy ). They have a healthy and fun conversation. No one dies and everything is as it should be. WHERE: Exactly where they should be. WHEN: Exactly when it needs to be. WHO: Exactly who has to be there. WARNINGS: death, suicidal ideation, gore, violence, carl, depression, internalized homophobia, nothing is wrong and everything is exactly as it should be.

PIOTR sits up, his back aches with all the bending and picking up. His boxes of things are not particularly heavy, not for a man that knows all about fighting and carrying weights, but there is something about moving in to a place that is always taxing on the body. He’s thankful that Carl is here. And also not so thankful Carl decided to upturn half a hot sauce bottle on his bean burrito. He spends most of the time in Piotr’s washroom as the Russian works to set up his furniture and move his things around. “I am glad they paid for housing, New York is not kind with rent,” Piotr laughs. He knows Carl will laugh too, which is the only reason he tells the joke. It is not funny to him. It is not funny to know he profits from this life, it is not funny to think of all the people he has hurt. He picks up an old framed photo of him and Kitty, smiling beside the liberty bell (after hours in a place they shouldn’t be) and shoves it back into the box. He kicks that box to the corner and moves on to the one with his plates. When the floorboards creak behind him, he tells another joke he thinks Carl will laugh at, “if you fart when we go out on patrol tonight, I may have to turn you in for crimes of stench.”

Piotr is an enforcer. The words rang in Kitty’s head like the screaming echo of a horror movie, played on repeat until the tape burned and the reel could only sputter the same sentence in discordant starts and stops. Piotr is an enforcer. And he’d done something so unfathomable that Kitty had to see for herself, had to know with her own eyes and mind that he could be a man capable of true horror. She’d believed Lorna when she said it, shaking with anger. But she had to know for herself. Piotr gave her an astounding lack of information about his whereabouts, and yet, he’d neglected to remember his ex-fiancee was a hacker by practice. She’d found out where he was supposed to be easy enough, and even as her computer screen flickered with the truth, she knew she had to see him for herself. She moved like a ghost, not simply through walls as if they were nothing but an illusion, but as fragmented pieces of herself strung together by the weakest of tethers. The world could take so much; when did it start giving? She stood in his apartment, watching decorations slowly fill the space. Her own apartment was barren. His was filling with trinkets and furniture. Did the world start giving, or did she force it to give? His words confirmed something she already knew, but needed to feel in her mind. The picture in his hands confirmed something else, something she couldn’t yet pull into words. “Did you know that the liberty bell is a replica of itself?”

He knows that voice. He had loved, swooned for, smiled and laughed for that voice. Piotr perks up and turns. When the sight of Kitty Pryde enters his vision, he stands to his full height; so much taller than her, he’d never noticed before how much she becomes dwarfed. She always seemed larger to him, so bright and powerful. It seems wrong to see her like this, small and surrounding by walls that don’t belong to her. His fingers twitch. He desires to pick her up and take her to a home she knows, a place she belongs. “Yes,” he answers, “I know. You told me then. You said it was sad. I said sometimes things that are lost can be replaced, anything can be made into a home. Then you said that was sad. Then I kissed you. I remember this.” He remembers it all. He remembers the feeling of being in a place he does not belong. It feels a lot like it does now. He doesn’t like feeling like a liar, but homes can not be built. He has tried so many times. In Kitty, for Kitty; nothing is enough. Nothing is how he wants it, how it should be. He knows without asking why she’s here and he wants more time. He thinks of falling to his knees and begging her to give him another day of pretend. “There is another enforcer in the washroom. He had beans and hot sauce. He will be there a while.”

Kitty nodded, her face remained still. She thought her brows were furrowed in anger, that her mouth was twisted into a snarl---but hot tears ran down quivering cheeks and her mouth remained closed. So much of her life was spent trying to figure out who Kitty Pryde was; the dork, the hero, the mutant, the Jewish girl, the woman who just wanted to be loved. In so many years, she’d never found the answer. “I remember too,” she responded, memories of a cold night playing dimly in the back of her head, drowned out by the film of Piotr is an enforcer. It was sad, she wanted to argue it now, even after all this time. It was sad to know a copy of something could sit inside a home and trick people into pretending---and that its flaws would be its most famous feature. She couldn’t do that. She couldn’t be a copy of something that never was, and she never could really trick people. Her flaws rang loud in a way a cracked bell couldn’t. In so many years, she’d never figured out who Kitty Pryde was supposed to be. She was hoping someone would waltz in and give her the answer. There were days she felt close to knowing; huddled against Rachel, throwing popcorn at Bobby’s head, laughing with Kurt. There was a Kitty Pryde there, somewhere, inside a home. “Why?” She stepped closer to him, head tilted up to meet his impossible height. There was an idea of Kitty Pryde in his eyes too, she could feel it reflected back at her. He thought he knew her---wasn’t that funny? All these years and he thought he knew the answer to something even she couldn’t figure out. “Why?” She demanded again, apathy giving way to anger.

There it is. Piotr had expected the anger, it doesn’t make him ready for it. “There is no answer that will please you,” he tells her, eyes shifted to the floor instead of into the intensity of her gaze. “I can not say anything that will make you happy, so I will not say anything at all.” So much of him is built around protecting others, protecting Kitty. What use is it explaining something he knows, just as well as she does, that can never be justified. A reason once existed, it feels like a lifetime ago that he thought this was his only option. There is some good he does, some mutants he has protected and some homes he has built...but homes can not be made. They can not be forced. The liberty bell is a replica and its walls aren’t and this makes Kitty sad and he does not know why. But he must say he does, he must know her. He must be the home she wants. He must have value in this way or else there is no value to be had at all. “There is nothing I can tell you, Katya.” And he does not like the feeling of lying.

A marriage in the summer, Kitty suggested it. An open field, or a farm, Piotr wanted that. There were plans. They made plans together. There was a way that everything was supposed to be, a Kitty Pryde that married the first man she ever loved and grew a family up around him. A Kitty Pryde that could be happy and could be asked to believe in a world that offered light and hope. She reached her hand out and spread her fingers over his chest, the fabric of his shirt moved for her. Then she pushed, putting her hand through his chest until she could feel his heart around her fingers and she held it there, forced it to be steady for her. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. There was an idea of Kitty Pryde, something she thought she might be able to chase after. A truth she could feel on the days with her arms around Rachel or with her hand in Illyana’s, or the night with her lips pressed to Donna’s. But Rachel was dead, Illyana’s life was made worse with Kitty’s presence, and Donna was a tragedy of its own operatic proportion. For so many years she had hoped one day she might reach a goal she couldn’t yet form into words. Now, she threw it all away. Kitty Pryde could not be herself, and there was a liberty bell somewhere that understood the feeling. “I could squeeze,” she rasped out with a coldness that shocked even herself, “I could squeeze and you’d be dead again.”

Piotr looks at the woman he loved, and shakes his head. Breathing is hard with her hand around his heart, but the feeling is nothing new to him. He feels himself collapsing around her and it’s his thoughts that keep him from kneeling over. Kitty is angry, she is always angry. She wants a fight, she always wants a fight. Piotr will not fight her, he doesn’t want to. He knows her, partly because she is a hard woman not to know. She breathes life and radiance and it is hard not to look. She might call herself a ghost, but Piotr has always thought of her as a wall. There. Yet, not quite. Something he could press against. But not go through. There are years and moments between them. Years and moments of knowing and understanding each other and maybe these moments are not perfect, but they exist and they beg to be known. She could squeeze on his heart if she wants, she could kill him if so pushed. He knows this, he knows her, and yet he leans down a lets his breath wash over her skin, “squeeze then.” He tell her. He forces his hand up to grip her wrist and he holds her there. “You may squeeze then. You may kill me right now and rid this world of a terror it does not need.” He knows she will not kill him, not today. She does not have it in her heart to become a murderer, he knows this.

For all the good there was in Kitty Pryde, there was bad too. For every ounce of love, there was anger. For every bit of bravado, there was cowardice. Kitty doesn’t squeeze; there was so much of her that was more than one thing, more than she knew how to explain or express. She was more than pain, more than the choked sob she felt bubble up her body. More then the tears that lined her face and the way her brows pulled together in pain. These parts made up a woman she wanted to know, a woman she wished she knew and loved. She could feel his heart under her fingers and it would have been so easy to close her fist, phase his heart out of his chest and watch the damned thing bleed and throb on the hardwood flooring. She could almost feel it, and then she felt his hand around her wrist, easily held there. Did he want her to squeeze? To cross a line she’d never dared to before? To throw away all ideas of a woman she might one day know and love? She looked up, asking him silently. She didn’t want to be that Kitty--the one that could tear a heart out. She wanted him to prove to her that she could be something else.

Kitty could crush his heart in a way she hadn’t already and Piotr would not blame her. This is the nature of love. He knows Kitty, but he prays that she knows him just as well. That she knows that for all his own pain and anger, he does not want to leave this world, not until it is a better place than when he’d found it. To die dirtying Kitty’s hands with his blood is not the way he wants to go. But the choice is hers. “You will take care of Illyana,” he tells her; demands if this is the path she wants to tread. “You will forget whatever separates you two and you will grant me the wish of knowing she will forever be by your side. You will protect her in my place.” He closes his eyes and remembers laying with Kitty in open fields, beside a fake liberty bell, in beds that were theirs and some that weren’t.

“Woah, woah, woah! What’s going on here?” Carl blinked, his mouth agape. He’d just finished his fourth bout of digestive-based regret, hands still wet from washing them thoroughly. He was happy to get started on re-assembling Piotr’s bookshelf, instead he found his friend talking to a woman who had her hand through his chest. It took him a moment, but the oddity of the scene caught up to him. Hands don’t go through chests, lucky for Carl, he didn’t need to be a genius to figure that one out. “This ain’t right! This ain’t the way things should be.” His momma taught him weird people don’t belong with the rest. Weird people like aliens and mutants and whatever fancy word there was out there for the folks with blue skin or glowing eyes. Piotr was a mutant, and he wasn’t so bad. It was a shame his momma wasn’t around anymore to learn that not everything was bad. But this, this was bad. Carl ran to his bag, digging around until he found his Enforcer-issued gun. “Oh, hey, wait-a-minute...I know her!” There was a mutant that gave him grief a while ago. Grief and a scar on his face. She looked normal, she was anything but. “Let my friend go, mutie!” He leveled the gun on her as her hand retracted out of Piotr’s chest.

“Carl,” Piotr holds up his hands. He moves once Kitty pulls away from him and he stands between the two. “Carl, please. Put that away.” Carl doesn’t know Kitty, not really. Not like Piotr does. This could go bad. This could go very bad. “Please,” he asks again, growing a little more desperate with each word he has to repeat, “she’s okay---she’s okay---” He knows what Carl is going to say, and like clockwork he spouts out crap about unregistered mutants and the law that they need to be upholding. He starts on how she had been trying to kill him, how he knows exactly what she’s capable of. “You don’t know her,” Piotr begs, “please. I know her.”

It was so funny, so impossibly hilarious that Kitty knew it had to be a scripted joke somewhere, that people could know her. She hardly knew herself and there was a liberty bell somewhere that she could tell all about it---something that understood what it was like to be made and re-made and cracked and flawed. She laughed, clutching her stomach and throwing her head back. A different kind of tear came to her eye and she stepped through Piotr and towards the shaking Carl. “You want to shoot? Shoot! You can see what happens when you try to kill a ghost. Or should I show you?” She smirked between her anger, reaching out with ease to flip him on to his back, his gun clattering lamely out of his hands. “You get haunted, Carl. That’s what happens.” Kitty bent down, picking up the gun in her hands. She’d fired only a few before, she didn’t like them. Now, she aimed it right back at him. “I know you, Carl. You like to rough up the mutants before you condemn them into that hell hole. You like to hear them scream.” She tossed the gun aside with the flick of her wrist, tongue clicking. “You’re the worst kind of person.” She didn’t need a gun anyway. She phased her hand into his skull, lips pulled into a snarl. “Do you know what happens when I make my hand solid?”

“No!” Piotr screeches, cringing as he watches the scene unfold. He runs to Carl’s side, kneeling on the floor. He’s begging her now, like he thought he might a while ago. “Please, Kitty, you must calm down and...” he winces at his words. He knows she doesn’t like being told to calm down. It tends to make her angrier, but what else is he to say? He doesn’t know how else can he ask her not to go down a road he knows to be dark and lonely. It is no place for Kitty Pryde and his fingers twitch. He wants to carry her away to a world that is bright. A world that will not know this anger. “You don’t want to do this. You don’t want to kill him. Please, Katya, I know you.” Carl whimpers under her. He whispers nonsensically about a family and a daughter’s birthday. He does not realize the irony in having robbed other men of that privilege. Piotr can feel it now, but Carl is not a bad man. Just a misguided one. When they’d first met, he spat at Piotr’s feet. Now he shakes his hand and buys him lunch without asking. He is growing, and the world might too, if given the chance. He does not deserve to die.

He was right about one thing at least, she doesn’t want to kill him. But anger surged through Kitty regardless and she spat in the man’s face. What of all the families he broke apart? Of all the horror he was responsible for? “You don’t know me. You have no idea who I am.” She growled, snapping her attention to Piotr. “Illyana is a demon. How do you expect me to deal with that? How can I take care of her? Of anyone?” Ghosts; they didn’t have the capacity to hold and love---and likewise, they could not be held or loved. “You don’t know me,” she thought of solidifying, watching Carl’s brain explode into pieces around them. Piotr’s new walls could be painted with red, and wasn’t red such a nice color? Instead, she stood up and released him, eyes narrowed on Piotr as Carl breathed out a sign of relief. “You know,” he started with a nervous laugh, “I really thought I was a goner there. Guess she’s really not capable of murde--” And then he screamed out in blood-curdling agony, clutching the place where his hand once was. As Carl droned on, Kitty had shifted, phasing her foot into his palm. Then she became tangible once more. It wasn’t his brain, but bits of his skin scattered around and red soaked Kitty’s shoes. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”

Bits of flesh and blood spray in Piotr’s face. He’d been right about one thing, at least. She wasn’t a murderer. It didn’t bring him any comfort. “Carl,” he blinks, glancing between his screaming friend and the woman he thinks he knows. “Kitty, you...” he rubs his face, smearing more blood and skin. Everything is messy and nothing is as it should be. Where did they do wrong? “He is going to bleed out if he do not get him to a hospital!” He collects himself and looks back up at Kitty. He cradles his crying friend in his arms, he whimpers still about a family and a birthday he wants to see. “I understand you are angry, Kitty, but this is not you. This is not...” he swallows. She said something about him not knowing her. He had to admit it was hard to follow along between the screaming and the blood. “Kitty,” he begs again, he feels like all he’s done the past few minutes is beg. He doesn’t know what else he can do. “Please, Katya...” He remembers a liberty bell and a cold night. He remembers a Kitty that tells him that she does not feel like a real thing; she is making and re-making herself. She is cracked too and he remembers kissing her instead of trying to figure out what it means. He tenses. He doesn’t know her. He never has. She is capable of murder. She can kill. Piotr also remembers a job he has to do. Urgency fades from his face and he looks up at her with true understanding. “You have changed,” he says calmly, “tell me, would you have killed him?” He frowns, “Did you ever love me?”

His question rang unanswered. Kitty turned her back and left through the same wall she phased into. Her thumping heart drowned out screaming, and the memory of the look on Piotr’s face chased away feeling of her shaking body---replaced instead with cold terror. She had claimed to be a ghost, but she didn’t know what this meant. All these years, and she still had no idea who Kitty Pryde was. She’d wanted to give way to anger, turn down a path and accept a new identity. Yet, she couldn’t even do that. She stood between two ideals, caught between all that she was and all that she was simply trying to be. For Piotr’s questions, she couldn’t answer. But she knew there was a landmark somewhere that could tell him a thing or two about being a dim echo of all the once was, the mockery of all that could be. A vision grew further and further apart and a shattered identity blew away at the first sign of turbulent winds. Her shoes were red now, she couldn’t remember what color they were before.

----Everything is not as it should be. Nothing is right. “Okay” laid broken.

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a masterlist of female names .

below the cut you will find #300 underused female names. these name will varies in origin and popularity. please like or reblog if found this useful.

a ;

adelina

adrianna

agata

ainslie

aira

alanna

alba

aldona

aleah

aleka

alena

alessandra

alizee

alyona

alyson

amalie

amarins

ambra

anais

andreea

anja

anniek

annija

annika

ansley

apolline

arina

arizona

arlenis

assa

axelle

aya

aymeline

azilla

b ;

beata

beate

beatriz

behati

berit

bibiana

bonni

c ;

cairo

carolyn

charmie

chantelle

chiara

christelle

clemence

constanze

cosima

cyrielle

d ;

damaris

danay

danuza

dasha

darina

dayane

demy

desire

dessy

dillon

dipti

dmitrina

dominique

doutzen

dragalina

dree

dzvinka

e ;

ebony

edie

edita

eftagine

eilika

ekaterina

elecia

elettra

eline

elinor

eliska

elsemarie

emanuela

erika

estella

esther

evgenia

ewelina

f ;

fabienne

faretta

farnoush

federica

fei

felice

femke

fernanda

filippa

frederikke

freja

g ;

gabija

gaelle

giedre

gintare

giorgia

gisele

giulietta

goda

greta

h ;

hanne

hannelore

hansel

hiandra

i ;

ikram

ilona

ilva

iman

ines

inka

ioana

irina

irmena

iryna

isabeli

isidora

isilda

israela

izi

j ;

jamily

janica

janne

jasmijn

jeisa

johanne

justyna

k ;

kaatje

karlina

karo

kasia

kathia

katya

kekeli

kirin

klaudia

klementina

kseniya

kylene

l ;

lada

laetitia

lais

layla

lea

leevke

leoni

lera

lidia

lineisy

linnea

lisanne

liuba

livia

liya

londone

lorene

lorna

lotte

lova

lucrecia

luma

m ;

maartje

madalina

magdalena

mahalia

malgosia

malin

manon

manuela

marcela

mariam

marije

marique

marleen

marlies

marling

marloes

marjan

marquita

martine

maryia

masha

maude

mazarine

mica

milena

milene

militsa

milla

mona

myrte

n ;

nadja

nandy

natalia

natasha

neele

neva

neve

nevena

nicolina

nika

nimue

noa

noam

noor

nuria

nya

o ;

oana

odarka

odetta

ognena

oksana

olivie

olympia

ondina

opaline

ophelie

oriane

ottavia

owena

p ;

paloma

polina

q ;

qiana

quirina

r ;

raquel

rayssa

rebekka

rianne

romee

roos

roza

s ;

sabina

sanne

sari

saskia

sedona

shanelle

sharnee

shavon

siah

silke

silvia

simona

solange

sora

soraya

stefania

svetlana

t ;

taina

tallulah

tamara

tami

tandi

tarla

tatjana

tereza

thea

tilda

timea

tricia

u ;

uliana

ulrikke

ulyssa

unia

ursella

v ;

vaiora

valery

valeria

vega

veneda

veronika

violetta

vittoria

vlada

w ;

walburga

wallis

wanda

wilhelmine

winnifred

wynona

x ;

xandra

xanthe

xavia

xene

xenia

ximena

y ;

yasmine

yiva

yulia

z ;

zarina

zhanna

zhenya

zosia

zuzanna

zvona

all of the names were taken from real life models found on models.com and various agency sites or behindthename.com. i highly recommend cross-referencing these names for ethnic origins when using them for your characters.

#rph #rp masterlist #name masterlist #rpc #rpt #masterlist *

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Part three of Pirates of the North Atlantic is in progress (read: I got distracted and forgot about it but have actually been working on it again), but in the meantime here’s an unrelated thing. Bit of a character piece, that being writer-speak for ‘nothing really happens’, but I had some fun writing it.

I just like writing conversations

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Wygar slowly opened his eyes, felt the chill on his face, and pulled the blankets up to his forehead. His bedroom was cold; clearly the College’s furnace had been banked for the night, and the steam pipes concealed within the walls of the building had cooled without its heat. With a grunt, he rolled over beneath the heavy quilt and flung his arm across – nothing. His hand bumped down against the mattress.

He sat up. He was alone in the dark bedroom. Frowning, he swung his legs out of bed and stood up, pulling on his dressing gown as he let himself out into the main room. It was no warmer there.

Tiger-formed, Fayn lounged on one of the broad, padded windowsills, her nightdress draped over her back as she gazed out at the night.

Wygar detoured to stir the embers in the hearth before joining her by the window. “Are you all right?”

Fayn nodded, but didn’t turn away from the window. Wygar absently brushed his fingers through the fur on her shoulders and leant in to see what she was looking at.

A heavy snowfall had joined the previous day’s frost, coating the College grounds in a blanket of white. Even the pond had frozen over.

“I wonder if it’ll stay?” said Wygar. “Usually the snow here melts by about lunchtime, but it’s been colder than usual this winter.”

Fayn sat up and shifted to human form. “It’s beautiful,” she said, shrugging on her nightdress. It wasn’t a particularly warm one and goosebumps appeared on her bare arms, but if she felt the cold, she resolutely ignored it.

“I suppose it is,” said Wygar.

“You suppose?” said Fayn, smiling.

He shrugged. “Spending the best part of a winter in the Dragon’s Teeth rather reduced my fondness for snow,” he said. “Now I can’t look at it for too long without imagining how much more inconvenient it’s going to make everything.”

Fayn laughed. “I didn’t see much snow in the forest,” she said, drawing a circle in the condensation forming on the glass. “It did get cold enough up in the northern reaches, but it wasn’t usually heavy enough for much to get through the trees.” Her eyes took on a faraway look. “Sometimes if I was up that way at the right time of year, I’d climb up to the canopy and look out at the snow covering the branches. It was like being above the clouds.”

“Do you miss it?” asked Wygar quietly. “The forest.”

Fayn fell into a contemplative silence. “There are things I do miss,” she said after a while. “Travelling around, watching the animals. The general lack of responsibilities,” she added, making Wygar chuckle. “But there are so many more things I don’t that I’d say it still balances out to a ‘no’. Starving. Having to either dig a burrow or build a nest every night. Always looking over my shoulder. Fighting off animals just to get something to eat, either when hunting or because they wanted whatever I’d foraged. Never being quite warm or comfortable enough…”

“Fleas,” supplied Wygar.

Fayn froze, her eyes widening. “…Did Rhona tell you!? That little- She promised she wouldn’t!”

“Whoa, hey, hey!” Wygar held up both hands. “Rhona didn’t say a word. I worked it out for myself.”

“How?!”

“Well, partly because since you’d spent twenty years living a feral existence in the uncharted wilds, it was only reasonable that you’d have picked up a few passengers along the way… Aaaand partly because you gave them to me. Must’ve happened on the journey back, when you were riding behind me on Rathus.”

Fayn made a peculiar strangled sound in the pit of her throat.

“I won’t say I was thrilled to find out,” said Wygar, “but it was nothing a fine-toothed comb and a thorough scrub with the right soap couldn’t fix.”

One of Fayn’s eyes twitched, before humour finally won out over mortification and she burst out laughing until someone on the floor beneath shouted for her to be quiet. “Gods,” she muttered, scrubbing tears from her eyes, “it must be true love if I gave you fleas and you still married me!”

“I certainly don’t have many romantic illusions about you any more,” said Wygar, and briefly nuzzled her hair. See, no fleas was the unspoken reassurance. “Just romantic observations.”

“Oh, stop,” said Fayn, half-heartedly elbowing him in the stomach. She sat back against the wall and sighed. “At least there was nothing to let you work it out about the tapeworm.”

“The Healers have a lot of practice with parasites,” said Wygar after an only mildly horrified pause. “Some of the apprentices come from very deprived backgrounds. They come here from all over the country, and some of the more isolated settlements up in the hills-”

“I get the idea.” Fayn slid an arm around his waist and hugged him against her side.

Wygar lightly traced the scars on her left shoulder with his fingertips. Most of her scars – and there were many of them – were smooth and silvery; even the ones on her face were barely noticeable from a casual glance, gained from countless scrapes and scratches over her years in the forest. In contrast, the three on her shoulder were stark and ropy, reminders of deep wounds that had been inflicted by the claws of an angry bear and had healed slowly and poorly. Wygar shivered, returned her hug tightly, and abruptly changed the subject.

“How did you get out of bed without waking me?” he asked.

Fayn laughed again, more softly. “You’re a heavy sleeper, and I’m very stealthy.”

“A useful skill in a librarian.”

“Oh, yes. The apprentices never hear me coming. Of course, that’s easier if they’re being noisy. I suppose it’d be useful for a warmage as well, but your fighting style doesn’t really lend itself to stealth.”

“No, it certainly does not.” Wygar sat down on the other half of the window seat with his back to the glass. “Have you given any more thought to what we should look for in a house?” he asked, drawing one knee up to his chest and folding his arms around it. “While I’ve generally enjoyed my time at the College, we can’t live here indefinitely. They won’t take these rooms off me as long as I still work here, but they weren’t really furnished with a couple in mind, let alone a family.”

“Hmm.” Fayn stretched her arms above her head, arching her back. “Not much about the house – I don’t know much about houses, come to that – but I’d like to stay in Magetown if we can. Ravenswood, Windstone and Seacourt are all a bit… penned-in, if you know what I’m trying to say-”

“I do.”

“And I doubt we’ve saved up enough to live in Craglee or the Barracks.”

“We haven’t.”

“Magetown is less cramped, and it’d be more convenient for the College.”

Wygar nodded. “Cheaper, too – a lot of people are wary of living too near the College, so it drives the house prices down. Not that the College’s wards let most of the apprentices’ accidents leak out, but… Well, they have in the past, and the city has a long memory. Anyway, my parents have promised to go in with us on the cost, wherever we decide on. Sort of a late wedding present.”

Fayn nodded thoughtfully and looked back out of the window. Wygar glanced over his shoulder as a fox ran across the outdoor training court, leaving a trail of prints in the otherwise undisturbed snow, but decided that Fayn was the better view.

“Did you ever imagine yourself getting married?” he asked.

“I never really imagined the future,” she said after a moment’s pause. “Though there was one time…” She trailed off.

“Hm?”

“I’d forgotten about it until you said that. I could only have been about four or five. There was a wedding in the village, and they let me in past the boundary stones for once so I could come to the feast. I don’t think I really understood what was happening at the time – I just thought it was an excuse for a party – but when Una was taking me back to my hut I asked her if I was ever going to have a wedding. Sethuk – the village priest – overheard and said nobody would risk getting that close to a ghost-marked.”

She said this in an entirely casual tone and with no hint of self-pity; merely relating a childhood anecdote, not fishing for sympathy in the least. Wygar became dimly aware that his mouth was hanging open, and closed it again before Fayn turned back to him.

“We showed him, didn’t we?” she said. “What about you?”

“Huh? Oh. Honestly, no – I’d never imagined it until you came into the picture.” Fayn cocked her head, raising an eyebrow. “I’ve… been with a lot of people,” Wygar explained. “Enough that once I’d got to know you a bit – this is going to sound terribly soppy – I… quickly realised that you were the one I wanted to spend my life with.”

“You’re right,” said Fayn, smiling. “That was soppy.” She reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear, trailing her fingers over his cheekbone. “So it wasn’t just my ethereal beauty?” she teased.

“No, but I won’t deny it was a factor.”

“Good answer.” She sat back and shifted one foot slightly to rest it against his hip. “Do you remember all the people you’ve significant pause been with?” she asked curiously.

“Some in more detail than others,” admitted Wygar, “but yes, certainly. Do you want the list?”

“You can list them?”

“Mm-hmm. Not in chronological order, but including more, er, casual arrangements and a couple of teenage partners I never actually slept with as well as the more serious ones…” Wygar took a deep breath. “Rhys, Sian, Gareth, Angharad, Rilla, Aeron, Wynne, Awena, Evan, Iorwen, Nye – not your colleague, a different one – Sioned, Arkadiy, Katya, Tamara, Ebba, Alrik, Ingrid, Eilidh, Fionnula, Lorna, Cameron, Lenka, Alonzo, Carina, Gaetano, Elia, Cyrus, Inara, Safara, Arno, Rosine, Morgan, Arianna, Gwenno and Rhodri.”

Fayn blinked. “Wow.” Wygar shrugged helplessly. “Mostly women, right? I can’t tell from some of the names.”

“About two-thirds women, yes, though more from the numbers of potential partners than any particular preference of mine.”

“…Huh.”

“Does… does it bother you?” asked Wygar with some hesitation.

“No,” said Fayn, completely without hesitation.

Wygar sat up slightly. “Really?”

“Should it? You’ve never been unfaithful to any of them – why would you start with me?” A wicked grin appeared on her face. “Look at it this way,” she said. “Means you’d had plenty of practice by the time you got to me – and that’s a lot of people I can swap notes with if need be!”

“What a terrifying thought,” said Wygar faintly, recalling a whispered and giggly conversation Fayn had had with Rhys a couple of days before the wedding. He still wasn’t sure if he wanted to know what the subject had been.

Fayn smiled again, less wickedly. “Who would you say is the better fighter?” she asked. “You or Wynne? She certainly drank Calburn under the table at the wedding reception.”

“Depends, cariad. I’d say I have the edge where magic is concerned, both in power and technique… but in melee I’m reasonably sure she could break me in half. Spent a lot of time training with Master Kendrick – maybe you should try sparring with her the next time she’s around.”

“Kendrick suggested that as well. Maybe we could drop in on her if we’re ever passing through Northold.”

“It’s a thought,” said Wygar. “I don’t know the city too well, but I think she mentioned something about a famous burial mound near her flat. There can’t be too many of those.”

Fayn stared at him. “A burial mound? In a city?”

Wygar shrugged again. “Like I said, I don’t know Northold much. But while we’re on the subject of visiting places – the Midwinter break is coming up in a couple of weeks. What would you say to getting out of the city for a few days? It would be good to have a holiday together that doesn’t involve either of us getting kidnapped by pirates.”

Fayn sniggered. “The Sunset Islanders were very apologetic about the pirates,” she said. “Apparently they almost never have trouble with those. Still, you’ve got a good idea there. We can look for a nice hotel in the country or something.”

“Not-” Wygar broke off to yawn enormously. “Not right now, though.” He looked back at the bedroom door and wrinkled his nose. “The bed will have chilled right down by now, you know.”

Fayn stretched again, linking her fingers above her head and cracking her knuckles, and stood up. “Come on,” she said, lightly tweaking one of his ears between thumb and forefinger. The point was freezing. “Think I’ve kept you awake long enough. The bed will warm up once we’re back in it.”

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The School of Healing takes responsibility for, er, decontaminating incomers to the College, whether new staff or new students. Accordingly they keep the infirmary well-stocked with flea powders, vermicides and other similar medicines.

Some require more decontamination than others.

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[ SECRET ] for our muses to meet at a trusted location to make sure each other are safe // @kittyproud

Illyana hadn’t seen Katya since she’d gone with Alex, Lorna and Emma to take Stark Tower and now that everything was happening she was worried, Katya could take care of herself she knew that, it was hard to injure someone who could phase through almost everything, but she still worried. As soon as she was done at Stark Tower and was sure she wasn’t needed anywhere else, she texted Katya, asking her to meet her in an abandoned warehouse near one of the bridges that had been destroyed.

It would have been quicker for Illy to just have teleported to Katya, but if she was busy Illyana wanted to give her time to get that done before meeting. She didn’t have to wait long for her though. A small smile as Katya walked into the warehouse, seemingly uninjured and Illyana felt like she could breathe easier knowing Katya wasn’t injured at least. “Hey, how are you... are you okay?”

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Les 40 meilleures citations de Orange is The New Black (OITNB)

Orange is the new black est une série américaine qui a été créée par Jenji Kohan et qui comporte 6 saisons. De nombreuses citations orange is the new black peuvent être remarquées. Le film parme d’une jeune femme, Piper Chapman qui est mise dans une prison de sécurité minimale à Lichfield. La raison de son incarcération est simple : elle transportait pour son amante Alex une mallette d’argent sale plus précisément de l’argent généré par la vente de drogue. Une fois en prison, Piper se méfie de tout le monde, mais y retrouve son ex amante Alex qu’elle accuse être la cause de son emprisonnement.

Alex tente de la convaincre en vain. Piper demande ainsi à Larry qui est son fiancé, mais aussi le fils de l’avocat d’Alex d’enquêter pour savoir si Alex a dit la vérité. Larry demande des informations à son père qui lui confirme qu’Alex a bel et bien dénoncé Piper. Larry craint la réaction de sa fiancée et lui raconte le contraire. Piper pardonne à Alex et annonce à Larry qu’elle aime de nouveau son ex amante. C’est ainsi qu’ils se séparent. Découvrez les meilleures citations Orange is the new black.

1. « Happily ever after » a été inventé pour les livres de contes, de sorte que les enfants atteignent l’âge de se reproduire sans se suicider. » – Galina’Red’ Reznikov

2. « Vous voulez assassiner quelqu’un, la vision est une exigence de base. C’est comme la première étape, choisir une personne à tuer. Deuxième étape : tuer cette personne ! » – Galina’Red’ Reznikov

3. « Des filles comme moi ? On ne baise pas des vieux ignorants et prétentieux avec des obsessions lesbiennes bizarres. On aime les filles grandes et sexy, et on adore ça. Donc ça te laisse à l’extérieur, à vivre ta triste, triste petite vie. » – Piper Chapman

4. « J’ai toujours pensé que l’agnostic était une sorte d’échappatoire. Mais si je devais l’étiqueter, je dirais que je suis un humaniste laïque. Ce qui ne veut pas dire que je ne suis pas spirituel. » – Piper Chapman

5. « La réalité, c’est qu’elle est toujours là, à t’attendre le lendemain matin. » – Mlle Rosa Cisneros

6. « Vous ne pouvez voter qu’au sein de votre race ou de votre groupe. Fais comme si c’était dans les années 50. Il est plus facile à comprendre. » – Nicole’Nicky’ Nichols

7. « Je pense que lorsque vous avez un lien avec quelqu’un, il ne disparaît jamais vraiment. Vous redevenez importants l’un pour l’autre, parce que vous l’êtes toujours. » – Alex Vause

8. « Tu es le diable, et je suis l’ange de Dieu. Je veux dire, regarde ma robe ! » – Tiffany « Pennsatucky » Doggett

9. « Nous sommes tous ici parce que nous avons pris la mauvaise direction en allant à l’église. » – Poussey Washington

10. « Je pense qu’il y a des gens ici avec un potentiel qui est gaspillé. » – Berdie Rogers

11. « Larry, c’était quand la dernière fois que tu as éjaculé dans un vrai vagin vivant au lieu de ta main ? » – Piper Chapman

12. « Je suis ici depuis moins de deux semaines. J’ai été affamé, senti, taquiné, traqué, menacé, menacé et appelé Taylor Swift. » – Piper Chapman

13. « Je suis sa fille depuis 42 ans. Ne pensez-vous pas qu’elle aurait pu prendre un peu de ce temps pour m’accepter pour ce que je suis, plutôt que de pleurer tout ce que je ne suis pas ? » – Carrie’Big Boo’ Black

14. « Dieu est en colère parce qu’il y a une abomination dans l’église, et si nous ne nous en débarrassons pas, cela va continuer à se produire. » – Tiffany « Pennsatucky » Doggett

15. « Selon ce test d’aptitude, je devrais être un athlète professionnel, un garde forestier ou un agent de correction. » – Nicole’Nicky’ Nichols

16. « C’est très étrange. Depuis l’agression, je parle avec cet accent russe. » – Galina’Red’ Reznikov

17. « Les gens veulent être bons. Ils le font vraiment, au fond d’eux-mêmes. » – Marisol’Flaca’ Gonzales.

18. « Ma mère disait toujours que le silence peut être la chose la plus bruyante. Mais elle n’a jamais fermé sa gueule. » – Lorna Morello

19. « Tu peux continuer d’avancer. Tenez-vous tellement occupé que vous n’avez pas à faire face à qui vous êtes vraiment. » – Piper Chapman

20. « Tout le monde a une âme soeur. Mais ils sont généralement de l’autre côté des barreaux, ou du mur, ou de la planète. C’est ainsi que fonctionne l’univers. » – Galina’Red’ Reznikov

21. « Je mérite mieux que toi. » – Katya Healy

22. « La vie est parfois désordonnée. Tu dois apprendre que tu ne peux pas toujours le réparer. » – Alex Vause

23. « A la fin de la journée, vous êtes une rose de jardin et cette chienne est une mauvaise herbe. » – Yvonne’Vee’ Parke

24. « Bien que je sois vraiment fier de la façon dont la prison maléfique vous a rendu, je pense que vous surestimez votre indice de méchanceté. Tu es toujours en transition. Tu sais, tu n’es pas encore Walter White. Vous êtes Walter White-ink. » – Cal Chapman

25. « Oh, j’aimerais avoir une histoire sanglante qui expliquerait tout. Désolé de te décevoir, mon chou. Il n’y a pas d’histoire d’origine dramatique ici. Juste une vieille gouine qui refuse de s’excuser. » – Carrie’Big Boo’ Black

26. « C’est comme rentrer d’un long voyage….c’est ça l’amour. Il rentre à la maison. » – Piper Chapman

27. « C’est quoi l’amour ? La douleur. Une douleur horrible. Que vous voulez encore et encore et encore » – Sophia Burset.

28. « J’étais là pour Alex. Elle était ce à quoi j’ai prêté attention. A qui j’ai prêté attention. Tout le reste n’était que de l’arrière-plan. » – Piper Chapman

29. « Vous ne pouvez pas passer votre vie entière à tenir la porte ouverte aux gens et à être en colère parce qu’ils ne vous ont pas remercié. Personne ne t’a demandé de tenir cette putain de porte. » – Natalie’Fig’ Figueroa Figueroa

30. « Vous avez déjà vu une image qui s’infiltre dans votre cerveau ? Comme dans le film sur le randonneur, où il se coupe le bras avec un couteau suisse ? Ouais, le son, les tendons ! Putain ! J’aimerais ne jamais avoir regardé cette partie. » – Joe Caputo

31. « Tiffany Doggett : Toi et la salope du Pape dirigent l’endroit. Sœur Jane Ingalls : Je me considère plutôt comme l’homie du Pape » – Tiffany « Pennsatucky » Doggett.

32. « Je ne peux pas m’en sortir sans quelqu’un à toucher, sans quelqu’un à aimer. C’est parce que le sexe engourdit la douleur ? Ou est-ce parce que je suis un putain de monstre maléfique ? Je n’en sais rien. » – Piper Chapman

33. « Tu n’as jamais pensé qu’on ne veut pas entrer en contact avec nos sentiments ? Que le fait de ressentir nos sentiments peut rendre impossible de survivre ici ? » – Poussey Washington

34. « Il n’est pas l’homme que vous pensiez qu’il serait parce que l’homme que vous pensiez qu’il serait n’existe pas. » – Galina’Red’ Reznikov

35. « Je t’aime. Je t’aime. Mais on sait tous les deux que je n’ai pas les couilles de tomber en chute libre dans la vie avec toi. » – Piper Chapman

36. « Je crois que ce monde est un endroit endommagé, et si vous pouvez trouver une tranche de bonheur, restez-y aussi longtemps que vous le pouvez. » – Poussey Washington

37. « Le matin, quand je me réveille, il y a ces quelques secondes avant que je réalise où je suis. Et puis je me rends compte, et je ne peux plus respirer. Et j’ai envie de pleurer, de jeter de la merde et de me tuer. Quand est-ce que ça s’arrête ? » – Piper Chapman.

38. « Parfois, les sentiments à l’intérieur de moi deviennent désordonnés comme de la terre. Et j’aime nettoyer les choses. Prétendre que la saleté, c’est les sentiments. Cet étage est mon esprit. » – Suzanne’Crazy Eyes’ Warren’ Warren

39. « Ecoute, je n’ai pas été parfait. Mais il n’y a rien de mal entre nous que nous ne pouvons pas résoudre ensemble. » – Sam Healy

40. « J’étais arrogant. C’est une histoire classique d’orgueil. Je suis comme Icare dont les ailes ont fondu avant qu’il puisse baiser le soleil. » – Nicole’Nicky’ Nichols

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Les 40 meilleures citations de Orange is The New Black (OITNB)

1. « Happily ever after » a été inventé pour les livres de contes, de sorte que les enfants atteignent l’âge de se reproduire sans se suicider. » – Galina’Red’ Reznikov

5. « La réalité, c’est qu’elle est toujours là, à t’attendre le lendemain matin. » – Mlle Rosa Cisneros

6. « Vous ne pouvez voter qu’au sein de votre race ou de votre groupe. Fais comme si c’était dans les années 50. Il est plus facile à comprendre. » – Nicole’Nicky’ Nichols

7. « Je pense que lorsque vous avez un lien avec quelqu’un, il ne disparaît jamais vraiment. Vous redevenez importants l’un pour l��autre, parce que vous l’êtes toujours. » – Alex Vause