kit-just-kit

[kit-just-kit]

@mettleborn

The Regime “All Ye Faithful” (S01.E05)

#mettleborn #evil verse #evilkit+igor #I HAD TO SIR #I have a compulsion/addiction! #the regime #so their aesthetic! #(except not with the ending lol)

[kit-just-kit]

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒.

bold what applies to your muse, italicize what is verse dependent.

𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃. a modern manifesto. silver nail polish. layers of clothes in the cold weather. conspiracy theories. refusing to be a part of the masses. sounds of the city. ageing but remaining youthful. rebellion.

𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀. quiet evenings. playing the strings of a guitar. busy days in the city. heavy coats in cold days. burnt orange. the lonely sound of an harmonica. the taste of honey on your tongue. the cold breeze greeting you in the morning. letting your hair wild. mixing patterns. soft fabrics. ancient tapestry. finding peace in your busy routine. opaque lipstick.

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐒. disco balls. the thrilling bass on a song. smiling as you walk towards the place you belong in. loud, fun rebellion. wearing fierce hats. the wind hitting your hair locks. leather jackets in the heat. using fashion as a statement. large sunglasses. fierce haircuts. sequin dresses. not apologising for your choices. the glamour of the seventies. wearing your party clothes to work.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐁𝐒. dramatic violin playing in the distance. hiding behind a coat. walking by yourself. being spotlight-blind. tragic romances. a mysterious glare. quiet mourn. leaving the house with no make up on. bright colours shining in the dark. the agony before a climax.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐄. pumpkins. golden chains. band t-shirts. the fresh feeling of modernity. paths that will always cross, no matter what. not being afraid of your rebel side. a mix of colours as messy as your feelings. oversized coats. wearing sunglasses to avoid looking someone in the eyes. leather. wearing high heels with socks. a busy day to day. the will to let go of your past and the inability to do so.

tagged by stolen from: @brooklynislandgirl

tagging: EVERYONE HAS TO STEAL THIS TOO!

#about kit #I will now begin a petition for many more fashion-aesthetic based memes because this just fits Kit lol #italics would apply to conwoman verse

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“If you could do anything right now, just us, what would it be? Maybe I should take your role for a day, listening to others but then I would get bored! Wouldn't want to get you fired now, your’re too useful”

Random af asks that made me squeal with delight!

"Not sure how I'd go about firing myself but if I did, I wouldn't be here to listen to you, now would I. And of course if you took my place then.....well, you'd be talking to yourself which is the first sign of madness, so they say".

#kingofthewebxxx #main verse as you ref'd her being a therapist #cos it works lol #thanks for sending again!

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“You are really beautiful first thing in the morning before makeup, you know that?” (RandomFergus ask!)

Random af asks that made me squeal with delight!

"Are you saying that I'm not beuatuful once the make up goes on?" she teased, reaching out to playfully swat at his rear end, but missing completely.

#libdemdisaster #kit+ferg #these two tho #like total idiots having the best time being idiots with each other #i adore! #thanks for sending hun

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“Your eyes are glazing over.”

Random af asks that made me squeal with delight!

The man in front of them both had been speaking for well over three hours now, or at least, it felt that way. In reality, maybe it was only ten minutes but nothing was more coma-inducing dull than the self-important talking about how important they were exactly. In actual fact, the man was nothing and he was the only one here who did not realise it.

Kit's head tilted ever so slightly towards Jim and she spoke only from one corner of her mouth, in hushed tone. "That's because this idiot is making me seriously re-evaluate my life choices. I mean, we could've been somewhere exciting but no, I had to bring us here, to this Godforsaken library so Mr Up-Himself-Fat-Arse could blather on about how he got elected as Mayor. Can we please go get a cocktail or even better, shoot him then get a cocktail now?".

#kingofthewebxxx #evil verse #thanks for sending lovey!

[kit-just-kit]

#fc #gorgeous #total EK vibes from this!

[kit-just-kit]

Naturally, she would show him. But possibly in was in a manner he wasvnot expecting.

Once she joined him in kneeling on the floor, the blade leaves his throat and instead, grazes down her decolletage, pushing aside the thin fabric at one side until her whole left breast is exposed. And there, only a quarter-inch from her nipple that was already puckering and becoming hard in anticipation of what would come next, the point of the dagger finds purchase, just for a second. A drop of red appears then rolls down breast, then stomach, matching the passage that had wound it's way through his inked torso only moments before.

Soon the steel returns to Bortsov's throat as she leans down, the tip of her tongue collecting the blood from his skin quickly and efficiently before she straightens again, eye to eye and chin to chin, united in a depraved fascination with each other.

"Taste me now ........".

She is the only woman able to keep the Pakhan held captive with a single look alone. The only worthy of his worship. As the muzzle of the gun gently grazes between his legs, only a short groan is released in response as Igor allows her to continue, listening as she describes the myriad ways she could kill him, the words alone enough to quicken his blood and breath. Mercilessly…that is exactly what he wants; Igor does not want Kit’s mercy, no; only her indulgence, and her wrath.

When she places the sharp blade to his throat, instinctively Igor pushes back against it, only pausing when he feels his skin cry a single tear of blood, one that slowly trails down his torso to collect in his navel. The new, raw heat at his throat is pleasing, the sense of threat it presents even more so. Held at knifepoint, Bortsov slowly begins to unbutton his shirt to finally cast it off. Stripped to the waist, it is now he moves, guiding her blade with them as he kneels before her, not in submission, but rather with playful defiance. The stars scribed on Igor’s knees in dark ink symbolise that he is Vor and as such, he will never bow to anyone - he can only hope Kit realises how great an exception that makes her. Soon, he reaches for her, to coax her down to the floor with him, a clear reminder that even if these moments, they remain equals - this isn't surrender after all, it's seduction.

“Show me.”

#mettleborn #evil verse #oooooooohhhhh it's getting humid in that room now lol #nsfw-ish #tw: bloodplay

[kit-just-kit]

#kit likes #chanel......always CHANEL!

[kit-just-kit]

While the unpredictability in her line of work was usually something she enjoyed, sometimes it became clear immediately that a particular job was going to suck. This was one such occasion. She was now in the backside end of San Andreas, reduced to seeking employment in a 'team' - that dreaded word that literally made her want to vomit. Kit didn't play well with other, she found any voice but her own annoying and as for other's opinions, well....they just did not factor in her thinking at all.

But the money from this gig would secure her a forst-class ticket home and after being stuck in the US for the last six months, that was something she very much needed. That being the case, she'd grit her teeth, keep her mouth shut and bear it.

Her legs swung out of the car and she stood, stretching her arms above her head as she looked round. As expected, it was shithole. Still, she turned towards the man who'd beckoned her way and faux-smiled. It was like he had a neon sign above his head that read 'I believed the motor-boating story because I watch way too much porn and think that's actually possible', which made her sigh but regardless, she stepped towards him.

"Trevor, right? I'm Kit.....believe you are expecting me?". Of course, she had to stop herself from explaining right of the bat that no, she had not suffocated a man to with her chest and in fact, he'd had a heart attack coincidentally while his head was near to her chest. But it wouldn't hurt for her new 'colleague' to think she had a some sort of breast-related super power, would it?

@kit-just-kit asked for a starter

“Motorboated to death? I can think of worse ways to go.” Spitting into the dust, Trevor rubs his gums with his fingers, simultaneously wishing he had some more coke. “What’s her name again?”

“Kit” Wade repeats for the third time.

“Kit, what kind of fucking name is Kit? Sounds like you buy her in a store and build her, like that movie, y’know, with the nerds, all science shit, they generate this beautiful chick, I mean she’s stunning Wade…” T does a couple of lewd illustrative thrusts. “…dick-stirring stunning, I mean I would have fucking wrecked that...”

Seeing a car pulling into the entrance of Sandy Shores trailer park, Trevor suddenly punches Wade roughly in the shoulder. “Well go on, fuck off.”

Watching as Wade hastily runs inside his Trailer, Trevor smooths over the rest of what’s left of his hair before giving his vest a quick sniff; acceptable; the girls down at the Vanilla Unicorn certainly don’t seem to mind. Adjusting the gun down the rear of his pants to a more comfortable angle; basically getting it out of his ass, T glances back up at the car.

“Hola, hello!” He shouts, waving erratically at the car, beckoning it over.

#crankbaby #conwoman verse #OMG that might have been the best opening line of a starter EVER!

[kit-just-kit]

"Ready for our dinner date, Kit?"

Random af asks that made me squeal with delight!

"I absolutely am.....but I'm warning you now, you try and pay and you are going to have one hell of a scene on your hands! I mean it Bruce, tonight is my treat, okay?".

#brucieboy297 #thanks for this!

[kit-just-kit]

Rental cars, especially American rental cars, always felt so damn big and....well, clunky. She could've offered the woman behind the Avis desk at the airport her first born child, but that wouldn't have gotten her a nice Jaguar (i.e. the kind of car she was used to driving). Perhaps though, it was the whole 'wrong side of the road' deal that was making her ill-at-ease. You'd think she'd be used to it by now but it seemed, driving this way round would never fully adjust on her senses. Still, at least she hadn't had near-constant rain to contend with, like she usually did back home. And the US really knew how to do air conditioning because despite the heat and sun, inside the vehicle was cool as all billy-o - the only thing keeping her mind unfrazzled right now.

Small blessings had to be taken wherever one could find them.

She pulled up, popped a cigarette in her mouth and reached for the car's lighter.......only to find there wasn't one. Typical!

Fortunately, the man stood outside what the Sat-Nav assured her was the Sherrif's office looked to be on the verge of lighting up too so she could bum a spark from him.

Quickly, she gathered her laptop bag, briefcase and handbag, popped on her sunglasses and climbed out of the Audi A3 in a rush, desperate for a smoke and therefore, just a desperate to catch the man before he disappeared.

"Hi.....hello there......I wonder, could I get a light from you please?" she called out, very nearly tripping on her own heeled shoes. Kit suddenly realised that her accent would make her stick out like a sore thumb around here, especailly at such a volume. And so, as she got closer, she spoke much more quietly. "Sorry, just......a bit um......harried right now. Nerves and what have you...." she explained, smiling but only on the leftt side of her mouth as the cigarette remained in-situ at the right.

"I don't suppose you'd happen to know where the Sherrif might be, do you? ".

Closed starter for @kit-just-kit

“I hear they’re sending in some city slicker from the big smoke…criminal profiler of some sort.”

“Well I hope the guy does a better job than those useless FBI agents.” The Sheriff replies with a frustrated huff, continuing to stare down at the grisly contents of the file on his desk. This is the third young woman to lose her life in just under a month – more death than his town has seen in the last decade. The victims appear unrelated, but each crime contains similar telltale signs; they’re all brunette, all in their early twenties and post mortem indicators suggest this was likely the same perpetrator, acting alone.

Redwood is a quiet place, the kind of small American town that would have been expanded out into a sprawling conurbation many years ago if not for the residents’ refusal to allow big business and commercial industry to corrupt it. It’s a friendly place mostly, people are welcoming, in the main, though tend to keep to themselves. It’s a sleepy town really, the kind where Sam, as the Sheriff, knows all the junkies and drunks by name. In truth, nothing really happens in Redwood without Samual knowing. Now, however, the whole place has been thrown into chaos and disarray and Samuel’s days and nights have been spent trying to solve these murder cases, right up until the point they were taken out of his jurisdiction and placed into the hands of the FBI. It’s not a decision Sam agrees with, but it is one he can’t argue against; the only homicide he ever investigated turned out to be a moose goring; that hardly counts as extensive experience.

Solving these murders may no longer be his responsibility, but that doesn’t mean Sam’s been able to sleep at night or stop thinking about the case since the first girl disappeared. When the first murder occurred, people started locking their doors at night. After the second, they bought security systems and firearms and now, after a third, well, people have just stopped leaving their homes altogether. Some parents aren’t even sending their kids to school.  The shock of these murders has left Redwood looking like a ghost town, like one of those prospector towns in Colorado that died when all the silver ran out.

“FBI want you to meet with them this afternoon, give ‘em a tour of the town. Giver ‘em the local lowdown.”

“Sure, stick it in the diary.” Still, Sam doesn’t look up from the file on this desk – there’s something missing, some part of the puzzle he’s just not seeing, but what the hell is it?

Morning comes and goes extremely quickly; too much coffee, too many cigarettes and far too many media enquiries. At this point the tragic recounting of these women and how each met their cruel end is seared in Sam’s brain to the point where the words themselves have become simply sounds…bound…blood…laceration, asphyxiation...it is going to be another sleepless night, he’s sure.

When 3pm finally arrives, the small Sheriff’s office has reached an uncomfortable heat in the midday sun. Shifting out of the door to sit on the wooden steps, Sam reaches for a piece of nicotine gum, then quickly ops for a cigarette instead; it’s been that kind of day…week…month. Hearing the sound of a car kicking up dirt as it slowly approaches up Main Street, Sam dusts himself off and moves to stand; this must be the profiler his Deputy was talking about.

#mettleborn #yay you eventually get a nice and normal version of kit lol

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@brooklynislandgirl

#brooklynislandgirl #kit+beth #yes it is a cheesy AF song but....... #K&B def listen to this anytime they're getting ready for a jaunt out together #Youtube

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Come Undone

22.02.22

#mettleborn #evil verse #evilkit+igor #this song is so goooood thoooooooooooo #thanks for tagging me x #reblogging to have on my dash/in my tags

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@kit-just-kit sent: [ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] - for Igor & EvilKit as I need the tale of their first kiss!

It is humiliating to be made to sit in the waiting room of her offices like this. Kit’s receptionist has already warned Igor twice not to smoke inside the building, but after waiting this long, he’s decided to blatantly ignore her instruction, much to the small woman's obvious chagrin. Nicholai gave up an hour ago, choosing to search the city streets for some food instead.

During a late-night phone call Miss Prince had teased that the Pakhan wouldn’t dare get on a plane to London and that is exactly what he did, arriving at Heathrow only a few hours ago. All this way and now this? She is testing him, testing his patience, testing his mettle.

Quietly Bortsov sits, seething, lurid images playing through his mind; imagining the fantasies she has delicately woven through his mind all this time; seeds she has carefully planted so that they will bloom wild and wanton.

Grinding his cigarette out against Kit’s marble floors, Igor determines it is time. Rising from seat, to the sound of much protest from the receptionist, Igor strides towards the large oak double doors ahead of him and swings them wide open. Inside sit a War General, a Foreign Diplomat and a British Politician, all positioned to direct their attention towards Kit. She looks impeccable as always, and in this moment, more commanding than ever.

“I want to fuck you.” The words are blustered, blunt and aggressive in their need. Striding across the room Bortsov ignores the startled stares and shocked gasps and grips her. “I want to fuck you.” He repeats, as if it is his only infallible truth. Tilting his head, he catches Kit’s eye then claims her mouth in a desperately deep kiss; the first they have ever shared; a release of shared fever.

Backing her up against her desk, his tattooed hands grip at the hem of her skirt to hitch it up. Hearing the receptionist behind them desperately try to remove the other men from the room, Igor grins against her biting lips before beginning to kiss a wet trail down the line of her throat, his hunger utterly unabashed.   

#mettleborn #evil verse #evilkit+igor #I MEEEEEAAAAAANNNNNNNN #yes yes a thousand times YES! #thanks for this my love! #it was is and ever will be perfection! #reblogging to have it on my dash/in my tags

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@worldofsenelfy

#worldofsenelfy #evilkit+will #this is just........*chefs kiss*

[kit-just-kit]

It was written all over his face - the need of knowledge about her. Kit understood it. Hell, she was the same. No matter the circumstance and no matter if someone were friend or foe, she had a compulsion to learn everything she could about them. Perhaps her thrist of intelligence was what made her able to seamlessly negotiate in the business world - she always had a plan, a chip to bargain with or a knife to stick in the soft underbelly of those not expecting it.

And so, given how ruthlessly she'd just worked him and believing that derserved a reward, Kit bypassed his query about how she regarded his intentions and moved onto the subject of herself, which after all was her favourite topic.

"Technically, I'm not in your particular business, though I have interests in many areas. The deal I was putting together with Jack McCroy was for some real estate, a very large amount of real estate. He decided to try and out-manoeuvre me, which was a huge error on his part. Once crossed, I can be quite the fierce opponent, as he found out when I learned of his rivalry with you then utilised it to seek my revenge" she relayed simplistically. Kit had no need to disguise her true nature with Will, he was just as corrupt and malevolent as she . In fact, he probably liked her because she was that way, rather than the simpering, air-headed bimbos that usually trawled around men like him.

"When my hisband died, I inherited his fortune along with all his business interests. I could've sold them, lived a life of leisure from the profits but, where would be the fun in that, eh? I prefer to keep my mind and body busy".

"You've never made a man run out of breath like this?" There was the slightest bit of amusement in Will's voice. He was joking, but wasn't the joke on him? He knew the answer. He did not even want to hear it out loud, because it would make his stomach turn again. For Kit, this probably was just another night of the week. Just another guy she'd pushed to his limits. He regretted trying to be a smart ass, because it would come back to kick him where it somehow hurt.

But then it didn't. Then she was gentle and understanding and in that moment, it felt like she only had eyes for him. She didn't. She'd just more or less told him she had several playthings at her disposal, but that bit seemed to slip Will's mind right now. Maybe it was just another thing he didn't want to think about.

"You don't think I'm sincere?" He couldn't challenge her on the other things she'd mentioned. He wasn't good. He was probably the worst person he knew - hard and brutal and ruthless. And yet here he was, being all soft with her. It was nearly embarrassing. "How did you.. end up in our business? It seems, with your talents, you could've been anything else." It showed from the way he looked at her that he was genuinely wondering.

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#worldofsenelfy #evil verse

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That's the comment that rid's Kit of all crapulent solemnity and finally puts a smile on her face. Cee would always find out how to do that, no matter how much of a shitty mood she was in or how much she regretted what she drank the previous night.

"I'm not pretty love.........'pretty' is a term exclusive to women under forty, maybe even thirty. Or it should be at least. Call me attractive, beautiful, stunning even if you want. But not pretty" she teased back. "You make me sound like a Pomeranian or Labradoodle".

Somehow, it feels like Cee is being scolded. How dare she forget who she is. Kit has a way of making her feel important in a way that not many people do—actually, not a lot of men do. She can pretty much always count on her girlfriends for support, none more so than Kit, though. The therapist is so fierce about it, so serious.

Cee presses her lips together in a bashful grin, hiding behind her own cup of tea. "You're pretty when you're being scary," Cee offers in a teasing little voice.

#consultingsister