#askthe stabbygirls

[the-ghost-face]

"Wh-" She cuts herself off, stifling a snorty laugh. "Why the long face?" -Susie

Danny rolled his eyes. “If I had a dollar for every time I heard that one,” he muttered. “Yeah, yeah, real cute, Suze. Very funny.”

[ask-thedominatrix]

I want to preface this by saying that I don't say this lightly: I really look up to you. Could I trouble you for information on where you get your supplies? Or did you just... bring them with you?

Dominique was used to the praise, like second nature, but never in this fashion.

The grip on her drink loosened as a genuine smile stretched across her lips. “That’s a real treat to hear, sweetie, thank you.” She raised her glass in acknowledgement, loving the support she was getting from someone who’d been doing this longer than her.

The question of “supplies” had her intrigued though, did she perhaps want to have at them, or even her whip?

“My realm has everything I hold dear, thanks to the entity’s gracious... abilities. Did you want to peruse my collection sometime, perhaps?” She asked, looking over the rim of her glass of wine.

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[unwilling-survivor]

► Tell me how you did it. And don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.

Sam watches the blonde steadily, face impassive. Or maybe not impassive. She’s focused. Intent. But emotionless, detached from her words. Her voice comes out steady. Not quiet, not loud. Almost a challenge.

“Which time?”

[ask-theoverseer-max]

“What are you supposed to be, some sort of cool-guy motorcycle killer? I’m not buying it. I bet you’re overcompensating for something.”

“You’ve figured me out, I’m not a cool-guy motorcycle killer. I’m actually three dogs wearing a trench coat who are also wearing a motorcycle helmet just so no one can see my face. Or I’m actually a secret agent out on the hunt for some teenagers who have been said to live in a lodge and wear masks. OR maybe I’m Danny just in a new outfit the Entity made for me where no one can tell its really me. OR! I’m the fifth Legion member who likes to break the fourth wall occasionally like  another certain red and black wearing super hero.. anti hero?.. I dunno.”

 ���Anyway I’m the New Legion Member Maxwell, My powers allow me to summon whole boxes of Pizza and run really fast, like even faster than Max Jr. Oh and I also have these spider like arms at shoot out of my body and can cut through steel like butter, but I feel the ability to summon endless pizza is better than that. Anyway I take it you’re the Legion Member Julie, Nice to finally meet another one of the Legion!”

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[shyandnaivelegionnaire]

"Frank and Joey got into another pissing contest over who is stronger, so they're gonna be tied up for the next couple of hours. They said we could watch, but I'd rather eat my own leg than do that. Wanna shit talk for awhile, or something?"

Susie laughed, nodding, “They’ll probably do something really dumb. Bet we’ll have to patch them up or something when they get back; might have to steal a med kit from a survivor. Speaking of!” She lounged herself on the couch in the lodge, grabbing a pillow to hug it to herself, “Did you see Jeff? He’s a survivor now! Crazy, huh? He looks a little softer than I remember.”

[stabby-murder-boi]

"Frank, I need your honest opinion. Julie won't take me seriously because she thinks I'm joking. Do you think the new killer has a head under there? Or is it just... all metal?"

Frank opens his mouth to say well of course it’s not all metal, but hesitates. For one: he doesn’t actually know. He assumes it can’t be, and he’s like 70% sure there’s a head under there, but he’s not positive. And secondly: there’s a different opportunity here.

“Why are you asking, Suze?” He pops up to prop an arm on the back of the couch, shooting her a knowing grin. “You lookin’ to take it off? See what’s underneath?” he teases. “...Maybe see what’s underneath the rest of it, too.” She might not be, obviously, but he can’t resist an opportunity to give her shit for something like this. “You got a crush?”

[a-swines-baptism]

🔪

protect, attack, fight side-by-side with.

“Huh, these things usually have some names attached, right?” Pig double-checks the slip of paper, searching for names. “—No? That case, I’ll just choose my own. I’ll protect Jude { @midnight-radio-host } because why wouldn’t I, attack... you know what, it might be fun to tango with that one Frank I keep seeing around { @stabby-murder-boi }, see if it’d be a fun fight. And let’s fight side-by-side with... you know what, just because I got those kiddos stuck in my head now, let’s do Julie { @askthe-stabbygirls }. She seems handy with a knife, plus I keep catching her sneaking looks at me around.”

[miss-quick-and-quiet]

"You're so pretty!" -Susie

Meg was admittedly taken aback by this statement. On one hand, she was just referred to as being pretty. That was enough for her to feel the faintest heat rise to her cheeks, yet on the other hand it was Susie that paid her this compliment. She was unsure of how to take it, or what to say really.

After having a moment to center herself back into reality did she reply back, “I- thank you? Um, I think you’re pretty too?” It was an honest answer, as awkward as it was to deliver, but it was out of her chest now. She might’ve considered this to be a sort of prank, but she already spoke against her better judgment as of the moment.

[midnight-radio-host]

💩 Julie?

Julie!

[brinnygetsstabbed]

015. — Grab my muse by the hair for Julie

This was not expected, nor was it all that great. Brinley hadn’t noticed the Legionnaire had approached until she felt fingers roughly snag a fistful of hair and yank. It hurt, probably more than it should have- but maybe it was just shock. 

This wasn’t comforting either- as touch normally was to some degree- this was scary and it kick-started she shiver that claimed her bones whenever faced with stressful situations. A million questions spun around in the girl’s mind: Where did the killer come from? Had she done something to upset Julie? Had she somehow… Broken something? Was Julie just being mean for the hell of it?

It was probably the last question, but it didn’t provide any clarity. Her scalp started to throb, flinching or pulling away just made it worse. Little beads of tears welled up in blue eyes, staring at the mask, trying to look through it.

Should she try and say something? “C- can you let go?” Brin asked as carefully as possible, trying to avoid angering the gang member any further. That is, if she was angry.

[killers-kitten]

“Look at you, as fragile as a flower.” -Julie

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Mary stiffened when Julie spoke. Two emotions hit her, not at the same time but one right after the other. The first was anger. She was not fragile! And some flowers were very hard to let die, granted most called them weeds but still. The second one was self-doubt. Maybe she was more fragile than she wanted to admit to herself.

“I-I’ am not! Yes, I’ve cried during a trial before once or twice but that’s a normal reaction to everything going on!”

[unwilling-survivor]

((tw self harm and suicide)) (also m rated anyway)

The killer is… super attractive. Like… gorgeous, yes, but also hot. Then again, Sam is almost completely naked and the girl was tasting her skin just a minute ago, so there may be some bias. She tried to tug her hand away, just a little, but she knows it’s pretty pointless. Maybe if she keeps holding eye contact, Julie won’t look—

Her breath halts in her throat for a moment. She’s not sure what she’s expecting. Derision she could handle, probably. For fuck’s sake, she hated herself over it constantly, she’d understand someone else agreeing with that. What she doesn’t want is pity. It would be doubly— triply insulting coming from a killer. Someone whose job it was to kill her. If they pitied her, the irony might just make her brain explode. (Which, hey; that’d be a new and different way to die.)

It’s a relief that Julie’s voice stays cool. Sam relaxes a little. Was she a cutter? “Just the once.” Any other self-harm had been carefully chosen not to leave marks. Maybe some bruises that faded over time, or welts that left quickly, but she never broke skin enough to scar. The only exceptions were tiny: a white spot on one of her wrists, now overshadowed by the scar, that had come from an improperly used heating pad; a short line on the inside of an elbow from a safety pin that had gone harder than expected. She used to have little crescents of flower petals on her legs from welts, but they always healed fast. Eventually she’d replaced all of that with tattoos. Or most of it. She’d bruised up her arms since, biting down hard in a fit of pique every so often. Not frequently. Just once or twice. As long as she didn’t leave a mark… it felt… acceptable. Small doses. Moderation. A little pain to focus on, to clear her head, to stop the spiral.

Sam keeps her eyes on the blonde. It’s hard to tell in the light, but her eyes are lighter than Sam had realized. In the shadow of the mask it hadn’t been so clear. “It was, yeah.” She assumes. Based on what she’d seen when she’d woken up, yes. “Didn’t take, though, so…” Hence the final blow. Her fingers twitch, but she resists lifting them to her neck. Her tangle of chokers usually does the job of hiding that particular scar.

Her words trail off, and Sam is surprised to feel… not bad. The lack of pity is good. She’s always worried she’ll get pity or a lecture. Neither of which would be good coming from Julie. (Then again, part of her wonders if a little discipline from the woman might soften the blow. Or… well, sharpen the blow? It would certainly change it.)

Enough. No more of that discussion. She’d wanted to get out of her head, and she wants to stay there. Sam lifts her chin slightly, a brief rush of determination, and raises her free hand. In one fluid movement she cups the girl’s cheek, leaning in to kiss her in an impulsive move that might just backfire terribly. But, given her current state of nudity, Sam feels relatively confident that, even if the killer does get mad, it won’t exactly be an unpleasant punishment.

unwilling-survivor​:

There’s a momentary flash of panic - not fear, per se, not the way it is in trials, but something else - in Sam’s eyes. That touch of anxiety over her secret getting out; this very personal thing she’s mostly managed to keep hidden. In a split second she has to make the choice whether she’ll cover the scars, or rip off the mask in return. 

She doesn’t have time to think it through. In the end, she does both. 

Her eyes are wide but there’s an almost determined set to her lips as she lifts the bottom edge of the mask, trying not to catch on anything. She tries to get it up and off in one tug, but her other primary goal is to hide her wrist again, pressing it down against her skin to hide the pink line that had been covered by the colorful terry cloth.

//less smut and more sad, but a read more for touchy themes//

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[unwilling-survivor]

Do you like to be choked? How about doing the choking?

“I-” Sam flushes a deep pink. A little awkward to be asked by someone whose hands she wouldn’t mind having around her neck. “Um. It’s... alright.” Lies. Absolute lies, her neck is a favorite spot for anything, be it choking, biting, grabbing-- any kind of touch. Blood choking is a favorite, though. Not asphyxiation, but the right kind of grip to make her head pound and her eyes roll. “Not great at doing it, myself.” Too worried about fucking up. Though if she were pissed enough, she might go for it in a far less sensual way.

[ask-theoverseer-max]

"Julie said that you are, and I quote, 'I don't know, some important asshole. He gave me pizza, go talk to him if you want some.' Uh... is that true? It's nice to meet you regardless!" -Susie

“Some Important asshole? That doesn’t sound right... I don’t even consider myself that important to anyone except those that try to bribe me to get them out of the trials.. Anyway, Yes I am the guy who gave Julie pizza. She didn’t believe that I can use my powers to summon some but when I did she was happy to be wrong for once. I take it you’re Susie from the Legion as well? I’m Maxwell, The Overseer, It’s very nice to meet you.

*His helmet was on but he shows the signs and body language that he was smiling under the helm. He stands there in the freezing Ormond snow, not to far from the lodge. The lodge is where the Legion resides in as he was called to come here so he can meet a new person. He knew from the first sight of her who she was but to blurt out that he knew her story or at least a summary of it, would have defiantly sent her creepy vibes (as he learned from talking with Julie). He think starting off as simple strangers who have just met would be the best course for their conversation.*

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[shyandnaivelegionnaire]

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[stabby-murder-boi]

"I don't need vivid detail to tell you I'd peg you. Bend over, pretty boy. Daddy needs her fix." -Julie

“...” *heavy sigh* “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You know I love you, Jules, but... well. Keep the strap for trench boy and his friends, alright?”

Tell my muse in vivid detail how you would fuck them. (Make it as dirty as possible, really make them blush)