#ooc: THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGG

[mantismalice]

FIGHT ME, YOU COWARD-

Oh, I didn't expect to see you here, mittens.

-Constance

(She fucking hates Nyen and calls him Mittens to irk him btw 😭😭)

I'M GOING TO BEAT YO ASS IF YOU KEEP CALLING ME LIKE THAT

[rainbowwwanon]

Your anons REALLY like not telling the full story about this shit, huh

-🔥

Hm, well, I can see why your anons like calling you a manslut too. Funny that we've both deduced something from our own observations.

[sparkles0n-a]

// this is how a world war starts

// bonus AFO jumpscare

[rosie-drums]

and if i did, then oh fucking well!

it's different on stage rather than in my hotel room, isn't it? on stage, in front of fans is so much different from in the kitchen of my hotel room

i don't- you'd know it wasn't your fault. it would never be your fault. never.

Outfit for today’s show. Fuckin’ hate it, but we will survive.

[post-justice]

That seemed to tick them off a little. The corner of their lip twitched, a low growl rising up in the back of their throat.

"The hell's wrong with that, huh? What's wrong with how he's changed now?! You have no fucking idea what you could be dealing with. He could be punishing you & making you regret being ever spawned."

They hiss, slowly approaching the other. They were obviously referring to their own Illumina. That awful woman...

🐍

Oh boy. Here they are...

"Took you long enough, Ven.."

-@post-justice [Darkheart]

Venomshank jumped back, scrambling till he hit the back of the building. It caused him to gasp in pain from the arrows in his back.

His eyes were blown wide, staying locked in on the deity in front of him. He was shaking like a leaf.

[melancholy-mothh]

"I would be too, I would probably be just as bitter... but it's not okay tor them to take out their anger on everyone. They've said things to me that I hold a grudge against them for. I'm allowed to be annoyed at them for that."

She gives a look in return, huffing slightly before regaining her composure. Deep breaths.

"But... I also understand why you might feel that way towards Ghostwalker. Its just... he's done so much for me. I wouldn't be a deity if it weren't for him.."

"Hello..! Hello other me..! You look so....frightened, so unwell.. is something wrong?"

Another Icedagger. But they look...more somber? A little more mature aswell. Odd.

-@melancholy-mothh [ICEDAGGER]

….?

Oh? Another me? Again? So soon?

Hehe. Hi there..! Don’t you worry about me. I just had a little… accident in Banlands. Windforce helped me recover, though!

I just need to rest for a bit, and then everything will be fine again!

[lost-in-gardener]

They let out a yelp of surprise as Yancy flips them over, their eyes widened in a brief moment of shock as they suddenly find themself pinned to the mattress. Fuck, that had no right being as hot as it was, and Finn let out a breathless shudder as Yancy rolled his hips against them. "Well, well, well... it seems like the bitch needs a muzzle," they mutter with a quiet laugh, looking up at him with the slightest hint of murderous intention in their eyes. Finn did not give up control easily, especially not to the guy they were planning on literally fucking killing once they were done playing with him.

No matter how stupidly sexy he looked on top of them.

"And are you supposed to be the 'big strong man' in question?" they ask mockingly, bringing up their thigh to softly rub against his clothed erection and struggling slightly against his grip on their wrists. Shit, there was no way she could overpower him with sheer strength alone, not when he was twice their fucking weight in muscle. "I've killed men and women that were twice your size and weight, sweetie. You think I won those fights outta sheer luck? Wrong."

They suddenly raised their neck and shoulders off the bed, wincing slightly at the strain on their wrists but pushing through it anyway. Finn all but buried their face in the crook of Yancy's neck and shoulder, sinking their teeth into his flesh without mercy and drawing the tiniest amount of blood. Even as the familiar bitter taste of copper touches the tip of their tongue, they can't help but moan a little and squeeze their thighs together softly. Nobody they'd fucked around with in the past had fought back so effectively, and the fact that it was an actual struggle for power was really turning them on. No matter who won this little battle, even though it was obviously going to be Finn, they knew that this would fuel wet dreams and sick fantasies for ages to come.

It was about three in the morning, and the window in Yancy's room was wide open. The crisp air wafted through the bedroom and the curtain fluttered in the air, and there was a particularly energetic assassin standing at the foot of his bed with a small plastic bag in their hand. Finn was practically buzzing with energy, their slender frame barely highlighted by the dim moonlight shining through the open window.

It had been so easy to find Yancy's personal home and to break into his house... if he didn't wanna get killed, he should probably do something about that. Even just a couple of thugs posted outside his front door would be a better protection system. Of course, Finn planned on killing him anyway, but just in case someone else wanted to kill him. He was valuable goods, after all, and he couldn't be so carelessly reckless.

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!" they shout, snatching off the blankets that covered his body and grinning like a maniac. "If you don't get up and at 'em in thirty seconds, I'm shooting your foot so the adrenaline will wake you up... the pain of having a piece of metal lodged in your flesh might help wake you up a little bit too, but you know. Details."

- @lost-in-gardener

Yancy had a couple of different places he stayed at. One was a fifteenth story penthouse apartment that he spent the majority of his time at. That's where he usually had the most security posted outside his door, and... you know, fifteenth fucking story. Anyone wanting to break in another way had to figure it out with that little detail.

His other place was more homey, more of a getaway than anything. And, up until this point, he thought it was more private. He comes to consciousness with the distinct feeling he was being watched, just before someone is yelling and yanking the blankets off his body. His hand is under the pillow in an instant before he's aiming a gun at them.

Is that... no fucking way. He recognizes the voice almost immediately, but he still doesn't lower the gun. Letting out a huff of air, he tries to calm down before the adrenaline makes his heart explode. "What... Finn?? What the fuck?!" He says quietly, voice still rough from sleep. His other hand slaps at the lamp on his bedside table as he sits up, casting a faint glow in the room. At least he wore boxers to bed because he was naked otherwise. "What the hell are you doin' here?"

[totallytoonymuses]

🐤

[ Monty, @totallytoonymuses ]

[vigilante-chaos]

"He's not a child..." They mutter through gritted teeth, the corner of their lip twitching. They were fuming.

"& no," they crossed their arms, lowering their head slightly to further express their distaste & displeasure. "We came to apologize & set things right, because we actually recognized that we were wrong for withholding such information from him for a long period of time."

"What are you doing, huh? Playing the hero? Pretending to be mom?" They scoff, moving a little closer to get right in her face. "Pretending to not be a piece of shit for once? Wow, so astonishing of you! Gold star!"

They clap in mockery of her, their voice dripping with venom. Venom that they would have loved to have still so they could bite her & tell her to piss off with that. Their eye was visible, & they were glaring at her, their pupil shrunken to a fine line.

This is it.

They've sat & thought about how they should act & deal with this for some time now. They've got this.

They make their approach to wherever Icedagger is, their approach quieter then usual to fit their calmer demeanor. They want to be sincere.

-@illuminas-biggest-hater

*For once, Icedagger is not by himself. Illumina stands over them, and appears to be angrily lecturing him about something.*

—that’s how they lure you in, you fool! Is there ANYTHING inside that useless, empty skull of yours?! How could you ever think—

*She finally notices Darkheart and stiffens, shutting her mouth. She grabs Icedagger by the horn and practically throws him to the side, spreading a wing to block him from Darkheart’s view.*

Well. Look who showed up.

[batty-barty]

it takes more than a ten minute drive to recover from that! you could have died

and i don’t know if you’d tell me actually cos you didn’t tell me when you got hurt in the first place!

what if something did happen? and you didn’t say anything?? i would hate that, ev. i’d hate knowing i could have prevented it

Outfit for today’s show. Fuckin’ hate it, but we will survive.