What the fuck is goin on with Vought.

"I intend to." The action is mirrored, arms folded across his chest as his eyes scan the others outfit. And then brown eyes lock onto Homelander's own. Billy is just as fucked. And he knows it. "I'm goin to be a writer. Script writin. I've got a knack for directin too." Of -

A roll of the eyes. "It's for /class/." That's a lie. "Got an issue with that, huh."

"This is called bein productive." He's not bothering to look over at her. He doesn't care. "You don't need to know why I'm doin this."

(And she's blocked)

What the fuck.

Slowly dissecting a frog he plucked out of a pond. He watches as the blood pools out, eyes scanning the tissue and sinew on display. Not as satisfying as cutting open a human, but still.

#row I'm going to be at a wedding over the weekend, so I'll be a little IA! But I'll reply to stuff when I can

He's awake. And irritable, as per usual.

"Sure he is."

"Everyday is exactly the same" by Nine Inch Nails is being blared in his room.

((OOC: This is all of Lapis mun's RP accounts that I know of. Just please be aware of this person's ridiculously inappropriate behavior & fetishism. They will come to your DMs and immediately push lewd RP instead of talking to you like a person or getting to know your muse. Okay, Nef out. 🌺 ))

A snort, and oh, there's a little sound of amusement coming from Billy. And his already inflated sense of ego is skyrocketing. "Oh, I know. I've already met some of the D Listers." Fingers drum against the fabric of his jeans, he tilts his head. "You're the only -

Sounds stupid.

Glancing over at his ghostface costume hanging in his closet. It's time for a little hunt. Obviously he's not going after supes, but he doubts any will notice if people start going missing.

What the fuck is a venomshank.

I'm not a fuckin boot licker.

Oh, he is. He may not be a supe, just a dude with a knife. And all of that ghostface training has paid off. "No shit." He knows this is a bad idea, but he lunges forward, stabbing the other in the side and quickly moving back.

No.

None of you say anythin interestin. Aside from Homelander.

Fuck. Billy has two options here, duck or take the hit. And Billy doesn't want to risk the consequences of taking the hit. So, with cat like reflexes, he dodges out of the way by throwing himself to the ground, knife up to skim the others ankle.

He's awake. What the fuck does the (𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧) want.

Who the fuck is firecracker.

"You really think I /care/." Billy spins, glaring at the other. "Friends are a disappointment. I don't need them."

He's stabbing the shit out of a couch cushion, letting out a yell and hurling that said cushion at a wall. He's very clearly in a /bad/ mood.

((OOC: Y'know what, I'm gonna post this because as mun I just default assume I'm being a bother LMAOOOO also note I am kinda selective about shipping but it really is mostly out of shyness so I can't make guarantees 😩 ))

He's starting a movie marathon. Do not bother him.

Aw, now. You hardly know me.

#row Thinking about the scream parody musical this morning, just because it gave us a canon Stuilly kiss >:)

He's awake. It's far too early to be awake. He's either a night owl or not a morning person, there is no in-between. He needs coffee. Now.

Really. You think that I care about what you think of me. Why would I waste my time on you when I have /bigger/ fish to fry.

/Sure/.

I also know when to pick my battles. That's all.

That's none of your business.

"/Sure/ you are." From his tone of voice, it's evident Billy doesn't believe him. He rolls to the side, knife scraping at the others side. "Like I believe that."

No, you won't.

A snarl, and Billy shoves the over back. "I said without powers, you dumb fuck." He growls, taking a step back to retrieve his knife. "Or is that too hard for you to understand."

He's awake. Monday's fuckin suck.

#row Homelander adopts Billy arc when? /J

A brief nod, an actual sign of respect from Billy for once. "I'll keep that in mind." There's a slight twitch of Billy's lips into a smile, he probably means it this time. "I looked forward to workin with you."

Oh, Billy blinks, and he quickly throws himself to the side with cat like precision, the blade narrowly missing his head by a mere inch. "That's cheatin." It's not, not really. But he glances up, lip curling in agitation. "Come on. Let's have a proper fight. Don't use your powers, -

Apparently I'm on Homelander's approved of list. So that means Vought can leave me alone.

No.

He's awake. And he's making sure every strand of hair is gelled down into his usual style. He hates how curly his hair is.

"Fine." His lip curls, and he pulls his knife from his pocket. From this distance, that electricity is going to do him a lot of damage, but he hurls the knife towards the others torso.

#Queekisms I’m all for arguing with, clowning on, calling out and blocking people. But I can’t condone death threats. Because nobody should. It’s just messed up. Jesus Christ. We live in a crazy world.

ooc. hey so I think now's a good time to say that ai slop will earn you a swift block from me. not only is ai slop theft, but it's actually driving people out of their homes and speeding up climate change. we cannot put a dent in this until we stop using it and force it into bankruptcy.

I don't have a death wish.

A snort, and Billy rolls his eyes. "I don't /get/ scared."