4 months ago
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OOC

theoneandonlyanthonystark:

I just want to let all my followers and fellow roleplayers that I am going on vacation, leaving the 15th of December and returning on the 2nd of January!

I can’t guarantee WiFi, but I will try my hardest to get on! 

I’m not abandoning anyone, I swear. 

Didn’t want you guys to think that. :)

And I swear I’m going to be much more active!

4 months ago
8 notes

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT.

theoneandonlyanthonystark:

I have finals the week of December 9th through the 13th! 

Then on the 15th of DECEMBER I am going overseas until the 3rd of JANUARY!

Meaning I might be active, but not much!

I just wanted to let you guys know!

Kitty smiled as she watched Lockheed chase the ravens in the sky. 

True, she missed the mansion and all her friends… but she wanted to live a life of her own, if only for a little while. 

Clucking her tongue, she raised an arm for Lockheed to land on before taking her steps out of Central Park. 

Anonymous
M!A: Wherever Kitty goes, she will be followed by a group of cats.

IT’S CALLED A NICKNAME!

I AM NOT LITERALLY A CAT!

For fucks sak-

LOCKHEED, DON’T YOU DARE TRY TO EAT ONE OF THOSE.

5 months ago
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Kitty || Natasha

oncerussian:

katherinekittypryde:

Lockheed?

Lockheed!

LOCKHEED!

God damn it. 

Stupid dragon. 

[Mutters as she’s searching for him in Central Park]

I swear to god, Lockheed, this is the last time I’m taking you out with me. 

Hey, you look familiar.

*walks forward*

You’re….Kitty, right?

[Freezes, not even noticing when Lockheed flies towards her, a dead rat in his mouth]

…yes.

[Is about to back away before she recognizes the woman]

You’re…you’re the Black Widow!

Hi!

5 months ago
3 notes

Kitty || Natasha

Lockheed?

Lockheed!

LOCKHEED!

God damn it. 

Stupid dragon. 

[Mutters as she’s searching for him in Central Park]

I swear to god, Lockheed, this is the last time I’m taking you out with me. 

Kitty wandered aimlessly through out the huge mansion, taking in all the gadgets and gismos. It wasn’t something she couldn’t re—create, but it wouldn’t be as good as Stark Tech, that is. 

Sighing, she dropped herself into a chair and absentmindedly starting to type code after code on the computer. 

I’ve….had a bit to drink.

Where the hell is my dragon?

LOCKHEED?! WHERE ARE YOU?