Posts by knittedwinter ?!

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  • I CHOOSE YOU, PIKACHU - open; hollykit

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    THE INSIGNIA ★ KITTEN[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]/oopsie sorrayy xD
    & alrighty!
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  • ( FALL AS LUCIFER FELL ** open )

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    THE INSIGNIA ★ KITTEN[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]Tea and food? Considerable, really. As a ragdoll kitten with not much experience with either of which, she did adore food and tea, despite her lack of knowledge on the varieties. Food meant mice and tea meant sweet, that was all she needed to know. Curiously jogged over, her crystal gaze flickered along the beverages before she dropped into a seat. "Hello!"
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  • it comes down to ( open, napping ) just one simple fact

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  • ( FALL AS LUCIFER FELL ** open )

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    THE INSIGNIA ★ KITTEN[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]The ragdoll kitten watched with delight as the two Italians arrived, a smile tugging at her lips. "U-um.. Ciao!" She imitated with a hint of awkwardness, pretty sure that was a greeting of some sort. They said it, so it was okay for Knittedkit to, right? That was how her mind worked anyway, for better or worse.
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  • AND IT FLEW SKY-HIGH [Open, Blowing Up Eliza’s Pan?!]

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    THE INSIGNIA ★ KITTEN[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]"That was awesome!" Knittedkit then chimed, rushed over with a shocked grin, bright crystal gaze twinkling. How did he possibly get the pan? How did he possibly make the bomb? Amazing, indeed. The ragdoll's kitten paws shifted as her orbs rovered over the charred and ruined pieces of the cooking utensil. "I'm sorry about your pan, Eliza. I didn't do it." She then chirped humorously at the animal in awe, head tipping to one side.
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  • THIS IS FOR[[only if your permitted can you enter uwu]] MEETING THEM

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    THE INSIGNIA ★ KITTEN[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]The kitten made her way toward them with ease, a smile spread across her muzzle. "I'm here too." So; everyone here was bisexual? So it didn't matter a flying f*ck who she flirted with? Um.. Yes. The ragdoll kitten passed Fathom a playful wink before taking a seat across from him, her gaze soon landing on Dreamingswans curiously.
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  • THIS IS FOR[[only if your permitted can you enter uwu]] MEETING THEM

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    THE INSIGNIA ★ KITTEN[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]Knittedkit gave a small nod. Blah. Leader stuff. "Okay! I have a suggestion," She soon happily meowed, then voicing her suggestion. "We should all go to prom together." If they already were going to, then you could either assume the little ragdoll wasn't aware-- considering this was the first meeting-- or that she said nothing, and just gave a single nod.
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  • THE FIZZING WINE LOOKED SO NICE 'TILL I SAW YOUR EYES | drunk && lovey dovey

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    THE INSIGNIA ★ KITTEN[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]Nobody really knew what Knittedkit was like. Not because she was some mysterious feline with a cloak and knives, but because Harper was painfully inactive. Why? Because Harper was forced to constantly be mobile-- And it would be worse now that she had choir. Longer school days and shorter spare time. So she was going to do something interesting for once, that could help her muse with her little ragdoll baby.




    Slowly and steadily, the drink's bottom raised higher and higher in the air until it was vertical and Knittedkit was facing the sky, crystal eyes shut tightly. A certain npc tom apprentice ran off laughing, easily to be seen having the supplied the child with the alcohol and the idea to chug it down. Lumps ran down her throat as the beer poured into her stomach, sizzling against her belly and shooting up into her veins and coursing her brain. It wasn't long before she was completely intoxicated.




    The bottle fell and shattered and a hiccup erupted from her vocal, resting a paw on her cranium and groaning. That was something, alright. Having choked down a drink for the third time in her life, the six moon old child squinted her hazy gaze at the ship, standing and slowly beginning to waddle toward it. Oh, how happy and more flirtatious than usual she felt, a sloppy coy smile slapping dumbly onto her muzzle.
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  • DUDE [Open, Present for Luciano?!] LOOK AT THIS

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    THE INSIGNIA ★ KITTEN[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]A beam alighted her features as she strolled over, tilting her head to the side along the way to get a peek at Luciano's present curiously. "Wo-ho-hoah," The feline meowed, "That is so cool." It wasn't just that she was still a kid that she was so impressed by the exploding weapon, but c'mon-- IT'S AN EXPLODING KNIFE. Only an old critic couldn't be on some level of, 'woah, cool!' at that.
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  • THIS IS FOR[[only if your permitted can you enter uwu]] MEETING THEM

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    THE INSIGNIA ★ KITTEN[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]/squees with delight




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  • THE FIZZING WINE LOOKED SO NICE 'TILL I SAW YOUR EYES | drunk && lovey dovey

    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 155px; borderwidth=0px; -webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); -o-transform: rotate(-90deg); margin-top: 42px; margin-right: -55px; margin-left: -50px; color: #d2d2d2;][align=center][size=15pt]KNITTEDKIT[/size]
    THE INSIGNIA ★ KITTEN[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]And that was when the lovey-dovey, giddy kitten's drowsy blue gaze studied him, and a grin painted her muzzle. Da-ha-haw, Feli was adorable and he was going to know that. "Did you know, that you are just so adorable?" She slurred, aiming to tap a paw on his crest, where a locket could be. "Did you even know that? Nonono, did you even know that? Because I'm pretty sure Luciano knows that, and I know that. Hollykit knows that. The whole entire world knows that!"
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  • THIS IS FOR[[only if your permitted can you enter uwu]] MEETING THEM

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    THE INSIGNIA ★ KITTEN[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]Knittedkit flopped over to Feliciano's corner because that's how life worked.
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  • THE FIZZING WINE LOOKED SO NICE 'TILL I SAW YOUR EYES | drunk && lovey dovey

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    THE INSIGNIA ★ KITTEN[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]"Oh my gaahhhahahahadd," Knittedkit cried out, falling off of him and into a sit. "You didn't even know! [i]He didn't even know, you guys![i]" Knit groaned, not caring that she was jokingly told to go home, and not acknowledging how intoxicated she was. "Okay, everyone, kiss party!" She trotted around and aimed to scoot them all toward Feliciano, and then aimed to tackle him and litter his face with licks.




    She paused at the sound of a new voice, gaze darting up and she sloppily turned to see Fathom, then her gaze bounced from him to Jethro and the others. "Some of you all are being real party poopers," She cried out, sniffling as a few plastic tears pasted her eyes translucently. "I don't appreciate this at all! Let's just have a nice kiss party, ok?" Boy, she was drunk.
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  • JUST WATCH WHERE WE GO ll Open, JOINING

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    THE INSIGNIA ★ KITTEN[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]Curiosity alighted her orbs as she neared the unfamiliar cub, head weighing to one side. "Hello!" She sang airly. "Name and purpose for being on Insignian borders?"




    - museless
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  • THE FIZZING WINE LOOKED SO NICE 'TILL I SAW YOUR EYES | drunk && lovey dovey

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    THE INSIGNIA ★ KITTEN[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]"Yes, yes you can," Knittedkit purred, but instead of a nice smooch, she attempted to pin him aswell and, like Feliciano, just decorate his face in sloppy kisses. Yes, here was-- indeed- something to look back at and laugh like an idiot. But, for now, the story was still being told as her ocean orbs swished to Feli and then Cherryblod. "Yep, you two are pretty frickin' cute."
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  • YOU SHALL MARRY ME {Feli goes yandere; Open}

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    THE INSIGNIA ★ KITTEN[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]Knittedkit wedged herself in with the crowded group, a beam apparent on her expression. His aura was a little freaky. That was fun in her opinion- and the closeness was daring. "Hey, Feliciano." Knittedkit chirped to him, a casual smirk on her muzzle, assuming he was up to something-- especially with the glimmer in his adorable hazels. Oh, this was so cool.
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  • Change of Plans(OPEN)

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    THE INSIGNIA ★ KITTEN[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]Which, if it was fine with Coral, included a few kitchen knifes, forks, and spoons, earning a grin from Knittedkit. "Oh, cool, you got another pan!" Knit pointed out, ignoring what could be weapons as she observed the frying pan Elizabeta possessed. Was that good or bad? "Don't beat the crap out of Fathom, he's cute. Or any of this clan's toms; they're all cute."
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  • Perhaps sticks and stones[Dreaming is an alcoholic+depressed] can break my soul

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    THE INSIGNIA ★ KITTEN[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]tracking ;-; poor dreaming </3
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  • We're Gonna Have some Fun Tonight(Open, mini Party)

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    THE INSIGNIA ★ KITTEN[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]Girly? Being somewhat of a tomboy, that couldn't quite fit the list of traits Knittedkit represented, but she wouldn't care if she was. Well, maybe she would sort of care. It would change a lot of things-- She probably wouldn't be deeming everything as 'cool' as she seemed to be lately; which was somewhat strange, to her.




    On another note, she currently approached the tabby, head tipped to the side as it also usually seemed to be. 'Hang out'? Yeah, she'd be up for that! "Yeah, sure!" Knittedkit chirruped as she dipped into a seat nearby, passing Elizabeta a smile. "So what's up?"
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  • YOU SHALL MARRY ME {Feli goes yandere; Open}

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    THE INSIGNIA ★ KITTEN[hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]"Guys don't make him sad, it might be worse," Knittedkit piped, awkwardly shuffling her paws, though she passed Feli an innocent smile. He was just as adorable, to her. In fact, if he went crazy, that'd be even frickin' better. Who knows? Maybe Feliciano was slipping into some kind of dark depression and was finding comfort in them. A strange thought coming from a kit, but, y'know. Fictional cats came to fictional measures. She blinked a couple times, before the ragdoll awkwardly chimed: "Felllii?? Does somebody need a hug?"
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