#stabbygirls

[friendlyneighborhoodvroomvroom]

I think Anubis has something to say about this

[robfrid]

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[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.

@askthe-stabbygirls

[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!”

@askthe-stabbygirls

[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

Disney Lyrics: Villain Edition (pt.1) | Sentence Prompts

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]

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.

[art-spren]

Fighty-pose practice, feat. an OC. And weird eldritch-adjacent bullshit.

[shyandnaivelegionnaire]

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